Out of Their Minds

Vira looked around the room. Someone had broken her mirror, but for some reason, she didn't feel angry. She looked at the walls - she had scratched her numbers in them, for lack of a pen, but there were new scratches now. Four numbers, nine words, and a symbol. The numbers were 2, 4, 6, and 8. The symbol was infinity, the letters, she knew by instinct, were not for her - and somehow, she wasn't so concerned with getting away - it was time to figure this out.

 

Nicholas opened his eyes.

It was another boring, pointless day in the most boring pointless place in existance. He had been cooped up here for years; it seemed like his entire life. And he had no reason to. It wasn't his fault that he passed out and did horrible things while he had no control over himself.

He couldn't even write without his work turning into something horrible. His newest poem started off describing the sunset, which he could barely see sometimes, turned into a violent rant against life, and then turned into a horrifyingly explicit description of a pretty young girl. That was Kennith and Ryan's fault. They had to show up at the worst situations.

He knew that there had been some strange things happening in the facility lately. The police had shown up, why, he wasn't sure. But for some reason he knew some strange things were going to happen.

His stomach growled. "Hey, losers! Get me food, now!" snarled Kennith, banging on the wall. "I'm f**cking hungry!"

 

"Ouch."

Glenny sat up in bed, and immediately clutched his forehead. He had a massive headache. He tried to recall what was happening. He was in a state of groggy unsureness, and his memory was foggy. A few images crept into his mind, and he suddenly remembered the whole deal with the counseling session. He scratched his head, and looked around.

"Ramses?" he called, and received no response.

"Hey Ramses, you there?" still no answer.

Glenny frowned, and thought over the other night.

"That's it." he snapped. He had been shot with something, it seemed. He nodded, and someone was attacking the nurse! But he couldn't remember who it could've been.

A sudden thought came over him before he called for Ramses again. Something he'd never thought before, but he couldn't place his finger on it. He felt that something was missing.

 

John groaned and walked over to the cafeteria. It was just eight-thirty and he felt he could eat a horse. Even when he had had breakfast with Eve. His stomach rumbled again and this time it was because he saw Brenda.
"Hello!"
He yelled from far, and Brenda spun around dubiously. A sudden smile stretched on her face and she ran over to greet him.

"John, are you really here?"
She hugged him, weeping a little. John chuckled and patted her head, saying:
"Duh-uh. My dear high school mate, how are you?"
Brenda lifted her head from his chest and threw her hair over his face.
"Been worse. But really awesome to have you here."

She then pulled him towards the counter, picking up a pizza.
"Trust me, this is the only thing worth eating in this place."
She commented, handing him the pizza.
"Thanks!"
He took a bite viciously, and then followed Brenda out of the cafeteria.
"I'm busy today, have to go see Nicholas Arcane. Wanna join me?"

John shrugged and nodded.
"Why not."
With that, Brenda kissed John on the cheek and spoke spicily:
"I still remember our first date."
He grinned, after which they made way to Nicholas' room, which was at the side of the cafeteria.

 

No one came with food for Kennith, and then Nicholas took control again. He decided to try his hand at another writing, maybe a short story. Hopefully he could finish it before someone else took control. He pulled out his pen and began to write.

About an hour later, Ryan heard the door open and a man and a woman walked in. Ryan whistled at the woman as he leered at her.

"Come to take some samples?" asked Ryan, unbuttoning his pants.

 

Ambriel woke and was tired from the previous nights adventures...it was hard to fathom that she could be capable of such a sneaky scheme...suddenly Jason and Jane came to her mind. Closing her eyes shut, Ambriel was sure the image of him lying there, in his own blood, would vanish. It didn't...Jason was a dead real in her mind, as he was in the ground. Her morning was starting out bad.

In spite of the morning hour, Ambriel rolled over and tried to will herself back to sleep...it was the first time she welcomed the shadows.

 

"Yes," Brenda began, and then spoke lowly, "though I wouldn't mind knowing how you've been doing with your health. Feeling any better?"
She pulled out a cup and put it in front of him.
"You should've been, seeing your medicine was a strong and expensive one."

John sighed and pulled Brenda towards himself.
"Still taking urine samples?"
His voice was stern and discomforting. Brenda shivered a little, recalling John's hotheadedness, from high school and beyond.
"Yeah...I'm sorry, I mean, Francine is sorry...some samples couldn't be taken...for instance, Nicholas here was..."
John chuckled, and then spoke calmly:
"Jus' kidding."

Then they both laughed, at which John commented:
"Looks like you still fear my anger."
"Who doesn't?"
Brenda rolled her eyes, and then reminded Nicholas:
"Hurry up, okay?"

 

The sun rose, and yet Mortimer couldn't tell. He sat alone in the darkened room, babbling to himself. His thoughts were on last night's affair. The Judas would be punished, that he would promise. He smiled darkly and began humming.
"Soon everyone will be f***ing ta-ta dead. Hehe..."

 

Sighing i rose looking at my bed a spring had come lose and it had become an annoying little thing.I tried pushing it back in but when ever i did so it allways poped out again.Giving up i coverd it with my sheet,but that was usless as well because i could see a limb on my bed teasing me.I onley had one choice left,to pull it out!Grabing hold of the spring with one hand and pushing down on the bed with my other i started to pull.The spring came out quite easly although it left a gaping hole in my bed."this is going to need more thought"I think siting down on the floor."Atleast i got this"i reminded my self as i started to play with the silver object.

 

Niel sat in the playroom thinking to himself "So what should our next move be." "I think I have a plan." responds Chaos. Chaos tells Niel his plan. "Isn't that is little risky." says Niel to himself. "Yeah, but I'm sure you can sense that Gregor is up to something. It must be important to be willing to involve Mortimer." says Chaos "Okay, now give me control."

Niel's eyes grow dark. He goes to the reception area. He looks into the nurses office. No one was there. "Must be outside smoking a cigarette." thinks Chaos. He grabs a paper clip, a pen, a piece of paper and places them into his pocket. He goes to Ambriel's room. He sees that she is asleep. So he uses the pen and paper to write a note. When he's done he places the note on her bed, next to her. Chaos whispers "See you later." as he leaves the room.

 

After leaving Ambriels room, Chaos thinks to himself "I guess its time to visit Mortimer." He heads to the room where they are keeping Mortimer. He uses the paper clip he took earlier to unlock to door. He enters the room. He looks at Mortimer and thinks "He's too far into his own little world to even notice my presence." He pulls out his pen and writes on the wall in front of Mortimer, "Do not trust that man that visited you earlier. He will twist your holy war for his own benefit. He is the true Judas." Chaos leaves the room, making sure to lock the door, and heads for the strorage room. When he gets there he begins to look through the boxes. When look through the one box, his eye's light up. Chaos pulls an object out of the box and says, "Perfect." He sits there in the storage room waiting for Ambriel.

 

Mortimer noticed that the door opened, but didn't really want to look at who it was. His mind was too busy thinking on other subjects. He heard the door close and then decided to look up. Hanging on the wall was a paper, on it was written: "Do not trust that man that visited you earlier. He will twist your holy war for his own benefit. He is the true Judas."
Mortimer cocked his head. Could the man who walked in here earlier have been God? A true friend. Had he ignored his father? Mortimer's heart raced, and then he realized how simple the message was. Could this be written by Judas to stray him from helping his follower? Or was this a true warning that must be taken to heart? Mortimer could not decide.
"F***, I might have to take matters into my own hands... perhaps the original plan of completely sterilizing this place is still my best option. Perhaps they're all f***ing pigs..."

 

Glenny climbed out of bed, and looked around a part of the room, for something, but he didn't know what. In his subconscious he knew it was obviously his supposed friend, Ramses. One part wondered why he'd gone, and the other had a creeping feeling that he was not coming back, or better yet, wasn't even there.

He went over to the door of his room, opened it, and took a look around.

"Um.. Ramses?"

He still didn't get an answer, and the creeping feeling came back. It wasn't talking to him like Ramses had either, it seemed only to be a sort of thought.

"That's just weird." he thought to himself.

Feelings of boredness came on again, and now that his supposed friend had mysteriously disappeared, he stepped idly into the hallway.

 

Chaos sat in the storage room thinking "You should be careful Gregor, Mortimer might not be so cooperative the next time you free him." He hears Niel say "Are you sure that was a good idea, if he gets out, he could hurt people." Chaos thinks "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure that Gregor locks the door after he enters, so he will be only person that Mortimer can attack." Niel says "Do you think the note will work." "All it has to do is plant a seed of doudt in his mind." thinks Chaos. Niel says "I...I really hope ambriel goes along with your idea." "Me too." responds Chaos.

 

Skye walked around aimlessly with the box of blocks in her hands. She hadn’t been spotted by one of the nurses yet, and she hoped she wouldn’t. She didn’t want to take her medications. No matter what Francine said. She hated Francine. Her eye gave a twitch.

“Oral enthusiast!” Her voice bellowed. She stopped as she came to the playroom door. She walked in and looked angrily at the nurse that waited for her on the couch. Nurse Helen got up from her seat, and put the pills directly in front of her face.

“Take them now.” She said, her voice strict and with reason. She took the medications, putting them in her mouth. She struggled to get them under her tongue when the nurse roughly grabbed her chin.

“No.” she snapped.

She gave the nurse a dirty look, and quickly maneuvered them from under her tongue. She quickly took a big gulp from the water, causing the pills to slide down her throat. She grimaced and looked at the nurse, dropping the remaining water from the cup on her shirt. She was greeted with a strong grip to the jaw, as it was forced open. She looked in every spot in her mouth with a cotton swab and let go.

She continued with her angry gaze as she voluntarily twitched her eye.

“Stupid bitch!” she screamed. The nurse looked at her, and gave a grim laugh.

“At least use one of your tics.” She said, giving her a rough pat on the head. She walked towards the door, grabbing one of the orderlies that walked by.

“Keep your eye on her.” She said as she walked off. The orderly walked in and she turned her gaze away. Jason. Of course it was the orderly that didn’t like her.

She turned away, sitting in the corner on the carpet. She took the blocks out and began to put them in the piles. She could hear Jason chewing behind her. She clenched her teeth. She hated that sound.

This was going to be a long day.

 

Vira walked into the hallway with her clipboard and a sheet of paper in her hand. The clipboard used to be black, with the image of a horse on it, but it was ripped in the corner and she knew better than to keep it that way, so she ripped it completely off for the benefit of the obsessive compulsive patients and taped it underneath her bed. After all, she wasn't completely heartless, and she did love horses. Anyway, the clipboard was now the simple color of cardboard, save for the numbers written on it from when she had no paper.
"2, 4, 6, 8 . . . " she murmured to herself. The next words that came to mind were "who do we appreciate", but that couldn't be right, so she quickly shook it off. The numbers were simple, and when the word simple entered her mind, it stuck like the answer to a problem. They were counting by twos . . . and counting by twos was something she learned in first grade. She didn't remember anything at all before counting by twos. Not even playing at the park, or a faint memory of being held by her mother. She remembered telling her mother she'd learned to count by twos, though. It was so simple, and yet it was complicated at the same time. Then she thought about the symbol -
"Infini-oof!" she ran into an orderly. "Sorry 'bout tha-"
"Watch where you're going, why don't you?" Vira's cheeks grew hot - she was apollogizing! How dare he?
"Me? I? Watch where I'm going? Wh-why you . . ." She administered a sharp punch into his ribs, and instead of running like other patients, she stood there and waited to see if he replied.

 

Ambriel noticed the note lying on her pillow...she figured it must be a note from Gregor, opening it she realized it was from Neil...he was asking the one thing she had hoped he wouldn't.


I'm sorry but I can not trust Gregor. He'll sacrifice us in an instant if he thought it would benefit him. I have a plan to find out what the hell is going on in this place but I need to know who's side you are on. Meet me in the storage room after reading this.

Chaos
p.s. Do not let Gregor now about this note.


Ambriel was torn to her soul. "Why is he doing this to me now?" She turned the question over in her mind.

Ambriel thought of Niel and the kindness he had shown her the first day they met....she knew it was more than just a chance meeting Niel and Chaos came into her life for a purpose.

She pictured Gregor in her mind, his constant chattering with Klesps, the way he cared for Skye. She thought about how gently Gregor had helped her through the knowledge of her mental block.

"It's just not fair, she thought outloud...why do I have to be in this positon?...Everybody is working for the same cause, if only they could see that." She hoped she was right in her thinking.
Suddenly Ambriel remembered something...she needed to take care of before she could see Niel.

"Oh, I do hope there is plenty of cleaning supplies on hand." Ambriel headed for the janitors room.

When she arrived at the closet, she was surprised there was nobody around. Opening the door she pulled out a can of disinfectant. Turning the can she said, "This should do nicely."

 

Gregor got up and stretched careful not to aggrivate his leg. "Yes Klesps I know. They think I am building and army but I'm not. Yea my friend, just like last time, we're making a two headed snake. It's sad really, I'm sure there are son people who think I started that riot just to kill Jerold. If they only knew who he really was. What? They'd never believe me. Him? I'd hoped we were friends but I think his feelings are clouding his judgment. Now you reember the plan? Yes .... I don't like it either but it it comes to that, you must finish what I started. Oh Klesps," said Gregor sadly, "if ... our snake ... loses a head, please burn my body."

 

Gregor slowly hobbled to a patient's room. He unlocked the door and entered. As he relocked the door and slid the key into his pocket, the "doctor" took a deep breath. There is no other way, he thought. I have to be sure he hasn't changed his mind. Gregor kelt as much as his throbbing left would allow and said "I have returned my Lord."

Mortimer stared at him and Gregor undid the man's straps.

 

Mortimer sat up and stretched a bit, hearing his back crack. He got to his feet and looked Dr. Handel up and down. He seemed a sincere man, someone easily trusted. Still, Mortimer had his doubts, for his immortality rested on this matter. He pointed at the wall to Niel's note.
"Do you, doc, know who wrote this piece of sh*t? Can I trust you doc?" Mortimer looked at him stupidly like a three year old. He'd be easy to sway back into trust.

 

Gregor sighed. Was it John he wondered? Or could it be that young man. Handel lowered himself to the floor. "My Lord, if you in your wisdom know me to be the Judas then smite me now. If you have doubts, might I humbly ask, that you wait until the man called John has left and if you still deem me unworthy, then kill me. This John will smite the sheep placed into yuor trust. See how he ruined my leg? Surely that is your job and yours alone?" Gregor looked into Mortimer's eyes. Klesps cowered in the upper corner of the ceiling. Gregor said calmly. "The choice is yours. I offer you the one thing the man who left the note didn't. I offer you the chance to judge me, if in your wisdom it is needed and necessary."

 

Dr. Handel spoke, and spoke ever so convincingly. Mortimer was like a child listening to his favorite show, completely mesmerized and unquestioning. He looked tenderly at Dr. Handel, his first follower. So respectful and nice, he knew this man could never betray him.
"Arise man, arise," Gregor winced from the pain in his leg as he slowly tried to get up, "I said get the f*** up doc!"
Dr. Handel got to his feet and leaned on his cane for support. Mortimer smiled, "So, then... do you know who Judas for sure is this time? I'm getting f***ing ancy here doc. Tell me who it is and I'll use my power to completely tear their f***in' brains to pieces," he adopted a sudden posture like that of a king, "This will be the first miracle among many that I shall give to you fellow mortals. Soon though, I shall be walking among the heavens a god."

 

Gregor nodded. "There is a Judas and a demon who controls the Judas. I told you the name of the Judas. The demon is John. Thank you my Lord for your wisdom and mercy. Will you permit me to bind you again?"

 

Ambriel hid the Disenfectant and sought out Niel, she needed to talk to him. The sooner she could put this behind them the better.

Looking everywhere she decided to check out the storage room...if he was there she hoped he would listen to her reason.

 

Dr. Handel lifted out his hands as if to bind Mortimer, but he recoiled.
"Get your hands f***in' away from me doc! I ain't finished yet," Mortimer separated himself from Gregor by standing so the chair was between them, "I'm thirsty doc, real damn thirsty. I want outta here, and I don't think I can wait another second." Mortimer's eyes began glinting, he was on the way to a breakdown. He didn't know what would happen, but he was sure he'd kill Dr. Handel if he couldn't get a grip.