watcher

chapter 10

Maya, the officers are literally handing you over to him. They think they are doing the right thing. Abhi’s grip on your shoulder is tightening, and he’s leading you toward the exit. You see a set of keys hanging from Miller’s belt, and a heavy stapler on the desk. You have five seconds before you’re back in his power. What is your final move in this room full of people who don't believe you?

I hide behind miller i wont go with him if I am mad send me to hospital but not him i don't want to him to be my guardian..

Abhi's POV:

The mask slipped for a fraction of a second. My jaw tightened, and a vein pulsed in my temple. You were smart—smarter than I gave you credit for. By demanding a hospital, you were using the only card I couldn't easily fake. A public hospital meant doctors I didn't pay, records I couldn't delete, and blood tests that would show no trace of the "long-term illness" I’d claimed you had.

Officer Miller hesitated. Your grip on the back of his tactical vest was desperate, and your words—“If I am mad, send me to hospital”—actually made sense to him. It was a logical request for a "crazy" person.

"He's got a point, Detective," Miller said, his tone shifting slightly as he looked at me. "If she’s this combative, protocol says we should have her evaluated at County General before we release her to a private guardian. Just for the paperwork."

I forced a smile, but it didn't reach my eyes. "Miller, you know the private facility is better equipped for her specific... condition. County is a madhouse. She’ll be traumatized."

"I don't care!" you sobbed from behind Miller, your voice echoing through the station. "Anywhere but with him!"

The other officers in the room started looking up from their desks. The atmosphere was changing. My "rich, hero detective" persona was hitting a wall of basic police procedure. I could see the digital clock on the wall ticking. If you got to a state hospital, my carefully built file on you would be picked apart by real experts.

I stepped back, raising my hands in a gesture of fake surrender.

"Fine," I said, my voice cold and dangerously calm. "If that’s what she wants. Take her to County. But Miller... keep a close eye on her. She’s prone to 'self-harm' when she doesn't get her way."

I turned and walked toward the glass doors, the sunlight hitting my face. I didn't look back. I didn't need to. As I stepped onto the sidewalk, I pulled my phone out. I didn't call the hospital. I called the power company.

"This is Detective Abhi," I said into the receiver. "We’re going to have a 'planned outage' at the County General Hospital’s intake grid in approximately twenty minutes. Start the countdown."

Maya, you’ve done it. You’re in the back of a real police cruiser, heading toward a public hospital. Abhi is gone. But as the car pulls into the hospital bay, every light in the building suddenly flickers and dies. The electronic gates at the entrance freeze shut. The officer's radio turns to static, and a familiar, low-frequency hum starts playing over the car's speakers.

The hospital is in total darkness. Miller looks confused. What do you do before Abhi arrives in the blacked-out building?

Holds miller hand tightly as i can....

Abhi's POV:

​I sat in my secondary vehicle across the street, watching the hospital turn into a black monolith against the gray morning sky. The backup generators would kick in eventually, but I had already sent a "maintenance override" to the hospital’s central nervous system. For the next ten minutes, those halls belonged to me.

​I put on my headset. "Miller, can you hear me?" I said, my voice cutting through the static on his radio. "The grid is down city-wide. I'm coming in to assist with the transport. Stay where you are."

​Maya's POV:

​The darkness in the police cruiser was absolute, broken only by the dim, pulsing red light on the dashboard. You grabbed Miller’s hand, your fingers digging into his skin. He was startled, his breath hitching in the sudden silence.

​"It’s him," you whispered, your voice trembling. "He turned off the lights. He’s coming."

​Miller looked at the dead radio, then at the frozen electronic gates. He was finally starting to feel it—that prickle of fear at the back of his neck. "Stay behind me, Maya," he muttered, reaching for his heavy-duty flashlight.

​The beam cut through the dark, hitting the glass doors of the intake center. Through the glass, you saw a silhouette. It wasn't a doctor. It was a man moving with the calm, terrifying confidence of someone who owned the shadows.

​The speaker in the car crackled one last time. It wasn't static anymore. It was a song—the song you used to play on your phone every morning before Abhi started following you.

​"Maya," Abhi’s voice came over the car's internal intercom, smooth and chilling. "Miller is a good man. Don't make me hurt a good man just to get to you. Open the door."

​Miller drew his sidearm, his hand shaking slightly. "Who is this guy?" he breathed.

​The car is locked, but Abhi is at the window with a digital bypass key. Miller is terrified and confused. Do you tell Miller to drive through the frozen gates, or do you grab his gun to take matters into your own hands?

Please leave he might hurt please tell others to help please go...miller he will hurt you just go please go away...