Jordan was almost to the elevator when another man jumped out and reached for her; a scream became lodged in her throat. She shifted to her right and the man just barely missed her shirtsleeve. He quickly turned around as Jordan was pushing the button on the wall to call the elevator. Slowly he came toward her with a long gleaming knife. All the workers were nowhere to be found. A devilish look came across his face as he swung the knife at her. Nearly paralyzed with fear her scream was stuck somewhere at the back of her throat. He continued to come near her shifting the knife so that the blade caught the lights in a menacing way. Fear had all but immobilized her as she slowly backed away from him. Her heel bumped something and she realized a little too late that it was the wall. Terror raised in her throat like bile as she reached out to push him away, the knife nearly slicing her hand in the process. Her battered body made her movements' stiff and every turn caused pain somewhere but she continued to fight for her life. "Please! Why are you doing this to me?" The man replied. "I want to see your blood run through my fingers." A black gloved hand gripped her throat before she could dodge it. He held her fast as he brought the knife to her face. "I think your skin is to pale how about we add a little color to it. He laid the knife along her cheek and slowly pulled it down. First I think I'll have a bit of fun with you, with my partner when he gets here. A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be this uptight and snooty." A voice from behind him added to his comment. "We can fix that can't we?" Jordan's gaze never shifted. She knew who it was. The same man who had grabbed her earlier. "That was a nasty little trick you pulled on me but I won't make the same mistake twice." Jordan noticed out of the corner of her eye as he walked toward her had pulled a gun out with a silencer attached. God help me she prayed.
Two orderlies came around the corner. Hey what's going on here? Caught off guard the man put his hand on the wall next to Jordan's face. He held the knife with his left hand on the inside of his jacket. "Don't say a word or I'll cut you and kill them too."They were jus havin an argument nothin to worry with." His partner was covering for him. "What's he got hidden in his jacket." The second orderly asked. "He ain't got nuttin. This don't concern you so jes move on fer we get upset." The young orderly sized the two men up and decided that the situation might escalate so he instead called to Jordan. "Are you all right?" She hesitated at first not knowing if it would make any difference what she said. She could not just lie and say that everything was all right when she knew that it was not so, she simply gave both orderlies a slight nod. Her eyes pleaded with them to help her and they decided that was exactly what they had planned to do. The talker lunged first at the man holding Jordan while the other took a swing at his partner. The kids are asking for a world of trouble. Jordan thought raising her knee to her captor's groin just as the young orderly came at him. A ding signaled the arrival of the elevator. This was effective enough to get him off of her and she bolted toward the elevator gripping her aching side and her first assailant right behind her.