PHOENIX: The Rise and Wrath of Abigail Begich

grandmother lived in Washington, DC. She’d visited her grandmother’s grave in Pennsylvania many times. She realized then, as she lay helpless on a gurney, that there was a strong probability that her parents had been lying to her about how and where her grandmother died for her entire life.

When she tried to move, Abi found that was not only impossible, but a bad idea due to the intense pain that resulted. She cried out in agony and then whimpered. After the pain subsided, Abi began to try to think rationally. If she did not escape the hospital soon, the local authorities were going to question her. Worse, the Feds would flash their badges at the local authorities, casually walk in, and end her life the same way she ended Laurie’s. Abi was really started to loathe the beeping tone of the life support machine on the left side of the bed.

Abi saw someone move out the corner of her eye. But she couldn’t adjust her head to see who it was, so she tried to speak.

“Who’s there?” came out as “Ooths durrr?”

The only response was a male groan. She repeated the slurred question. Only then did the bed-ridden man answer.

“Don’t react,” the man whispered. “I’m Wayne Corbett, Secret Service.”

“Fyaaaack!” Abi screamed, somewhat from pain but mostly anger.

Wayne moaned, “I said don’t react.”

Tears began to roll down Abi’s face. “What…happ – ep – ppened?” She was starting to get her speech back.

The young dark haired man struggled to sit up on his bed. “You did some stupid shit. I did some stupid shit.

Then the emergency crews showed up and did their shit.”

“Stupid,” Abi spat.