Out of Their Minds

"You can call me Belleth, if you like. You realize, don't you, that sooner or later you won't be able to keep sitting on the fence. You'll have to choose a side. You are right, there is a lot I'm keeping to myself. For now, it is necessary. Knowledge can be a very dangerous thing. SOmetimes it can even be a death sentence."

 

"Well, Belleth, if you tell me what John is investigating, then I'll help you stop him." says Chaos.

 

Gregor laughed. "If only I knew. I can tell you one thing about John. He is always so reasonable when confronted. He never wants much .... just a person or two. SOme people swallow that lie, others don't. In the end, no matter how he shows up or what he says, it always ends with dead bodies and lots of blood."

 

Chaos sighed and said "Alright, Niel and I will help you stop him." Chaos looks down at Belleth and says, "But if you betray me or hurt Ambriel, John, or whatever his name is, will be the least of your concerns. So what do you need me to do."

 

"What's that Klesps? Oh ... wonderful. No I am ... words just can't describe how I feel knowing that your bottle of aftershave survived the fire. It has what? Oh joy, it now has a smokey scent mixed in."

Gregor stood up and looked at Chaos. "I don't know yet. There is a war coming and when the time comes it would be nice to fight along side of you. But there is one small favor you could do for me. I really need ......"

 

The shadow spoke from the darkness, "So you say, so you say...God's are made of lesser things...God's are legend and passion...Tell me...Future God...what is your passion, what legend will you be remembered for?" The voice was different, deeper.

 

"Ok, I got it, but please reconsider using Mortimer in your plan. He is just as likely to kill us as he is to attack John" says Chaos. He turns to Klesps, and says "How about a game of cards if your not too busy. Just promise me you won't get any aftershave on them."

Chaos can hear Niel say "Are sure working with him is the best idea." "We have no choice. That detective is the real danger here. I still don't trust Belleth, but his plans probably don't end with all of us dying." thinks Chaos.

 

"Yes Klesps, you are right. They should know." Gregor turned to Chaos. "Mortimer is already on board. He has been for a while now, despite that note you wrote. Come on, lets go play cards."

 

Mortimer listened to the voice speak and began sweating. This was something beyond his control, something that sent fear into his heart.
"Who-who the f*** are you? What the hell are you talking about!? I'll f***ing kill you!"

 

Chaos leaves his room and walks to the playroom. The four of them sit down and Chaos says, "So doc, what game are we playing."

 

"Well now, I think Dr. Klesps would perfer poker. What's that Klesps? Yes, 2's are wild."

 

"Good idea Klesps." says Chaos, "And would you please put the aftershave away. I bet people can smell it from a mile away."

 

"Oh Klesps .... I did try and warn you. Yes there is such a thing as too much. No ... no you don't need a fedora. I'm positive. You natural good looks are enough. Now please deal the cards and let me hold the aftershave."

 

"You should know Klesps, that girls will like you if you're confident and the aftershave will only drive them away." says Chaos to Klesps. He looks at his cards and says "I'll take two." as he slides two cards toward Klesps.

 

"Who am I....who am I?....I am the voice that speaks to you in the darkness...I am the shadows that haunt your dreams...I am the fear that can tear your soul apart."

The voice spoke from the depths of darkness...the shadow turned and left the room in a dark void..

 

Vira did not look up from her hand after Skye left. She was glad to see out of the corner of her eye that Jason was leaving the room, but when he was gone and she had arranged her hand from least to greatest, greatest to least, and by suit, she stood up. And as she stood, an insatiable lonliness filled her heart, and she was longing for something she'd never expirienced in her life. But what could it be!? She wanted to let it out somehow - to cry, perhaps, but no tears came. So she stepped outside, and she let her lungs yell as loud as they pleased. It was not an annoying ear-piercing scream, but a battle-cry for a cause she couldn't fathom.

 

Skye sat against the wall, her arms handcuffed to the bed. She had gotten herself in trouble again, whether she liked it or not. She had been naughty, she knew that. She didn’t care though, both those men deserved what they got, maybe even more. She looked in the mirror, the dirt on her vexing.

She began to slide the bed over, using forward thrusts from her body. After moving the bed a few feet, she reached with her hand nearest to the wall for the box of blocks in the corner. She moved them to the side as she reached her furthest to the tile that was underneath it. Her fingers barely touched it as she barely managed to move it to the side. She grabbed for the sharp knife, as she maneuvered it to her arm.

Her eye gave a sudden twitch, thrusting her arm with it. She muffled a scream of annoyance as her knife fell back into the corner. She sighed, tired of even trying. Why did she want out anyways? She maneuvered the tile back over it’s corner, and slumped back into her bed. She closed her eyes shut. She wanted out, but at the same time she wanted to stay in. So much confusion was happening around her, maybe she was safer in her room. Yet, she knew she wanted to be part of the adventure.

 

When Glenny had come out of the playroom, he had stolen exactly what he needed under the suspicious nose of the nurse, and walked into chaos. He had seen many fireman walking around a part of the hospital, completely covered in ash and rubble. It wasn't long before he realized that it had been his side of the hospital burnt to the ground, and his bedroom was now only a big pile of ash, and flames to be distinguished.

After that he had only sulked around somewhat, angry that he didn't have a room anymore, and puzzled as to what the hospital was possibly going to do about this second fire. He knew, though that it hadn't been Gregor's fault this time.

He passed the playroom again to see what he could only make out as Gregor and Niel sitting down to a game of cards. As much as he wanted to join in, and as much as he was in some way desperate for any place to retreat without an actual bedroom anymore, he still had a few things to get, so he continued wandering.

 

Brenda walked into the hallway, her black curls jumping around as she walked. A nurse intercepted her and asked her to do a diagnostic session with a new patient.
"New patient? Who?"
"We aren't sure. Seems like a charitable expenditure for the hospital, since he has been admitted on basis of humanity. He is delusional, but he claims to be some Jerry."
Brenda stood there wide-eyed, a little unsure.
"So how did you find him to be delusional, again?"
"He was trying to break into your office, ma'am. When we caught him, Skye told us that he was delusional."
Brenda slapped her forehead, annoyed.
"A crazy girl tells you that another person is crazy, and you believe her?"
The nurse quietened, at which Brenda roared:
"Now show him to me, you idiot!"

Brenda walked to the room where Jerry was being held. She had the door opened and then stood in front of him. He was tied to the chair by ropes, but she had them opened.
"He can be quite a handful, ma'am."
"Do as I say Walter."
She then paused, after which she looked at the orderly and the nurse and ordered:
"No one must know of this, alright?"
The orderly and nurse exchanged glances, after which she shouted furiously:
"Do I make myself clear?"
"But ma'am..."
The orderly hesitated, after which Brenda pulled out a gun and shot the orderly's foot.

"Now, what did I say?"
The orderly whimpered, and murmured:
"We'll do as-s you say."
"WHAT DID I SAY?"
The orderly gasped for breath while the nurse tried to support his body.
"We will tell no one ab-bout this."
"Good. Now leave!"
The two stumbled away, frightened for their lives. Brenda turned to Jerry who squirmed as a mischievous smile grew on her face.

"Now...let's see. Someone been naughty, trying to break into my office."
Jerry looked down at his feet, and Brenda kept circling him.
"Not like you'd find anything substantial, though."
She then tucked the gun under his neck, her voice harsh.
"You filthy creature! You try to hamper my path, and I'll get rid of you just before I cremate your dear sister."
Jerry gulped down a mouthful of saliva, and stuttered as he spoke:
"Don't hurt Francine, I beg of you. Anything but her."
Brenda cackled, and then removed the gun from his neck. She started circling him again, her tone of voice provocative.
"And why not, Jerry?"
"Because...because that's what we settled on!"
Jerry yelled frantically, at which Brenda gave him a punch across his placid cheeks which blossomed red.
"I only promised to keep her alive, and that's it."
Jerry was flabbergasted, but in between the panting he spoke:
"Take my life. Take anything else. But spare my sister."
"But I don't want your life, Jerry. I want your sister's."

Brenda then yawned, showing her boredom.
"Oh well, I've spent enough time and energy on you. Now get out of here, and don't you dare try to be clever. Because if you do - I will not spare your sister, Jerry. I will not."
Her tone became colder as she ended, and then she pushed the chair, causing Jerry to fall flat on his face with the chair atop of him. He grunted, removing the chair and shaking as he got up.
"Please Brenda, please. Just spare Francine. I'll give you anything. Money, life, circus, a life of prostitution or anything. Please."
Brenda raised an eyebrow, asking:
"Why do you love her so much, Jerry?"
"Because she fed me, clothed me and gave me shelter when I was lost. She guided me in every sphere of my life. She is the glitter of my eyes, and the words on my lips. When I was little, she escorted me to every pinnacle of childhood. She's my idol, and I cannot let you hurt her at any cost."
Brenda made sobbing noises, and then laughed.
"I'm touched. Now get your filthy feet off this room. Otherwise - you know the deal."
Jerry crouched and left the room, disappointed.

Brenda was sitting in her cabin once more, reviewing medical records of some patients. Her mobile phone rang, and she picked it up promptly.
"Hello?"
"Hey, how's the job going Danielle?"
"Awesome. Except my other job, that is."
"What do you mean?"
"Jerry's being a headache. He's like 'oh please spare my sister' junk."
"Ignore him, he can't stop what must happen."
Brenda formed a sly grin.
"True."

 

Once Vira had finished her yell, she began to laugh.
"I'm insane I'm insane I'm insane." She whispered to herself. "Imma go see if that nasty Jason has gone after Skye." So she went over to Skye's room, which was conveniently unlocked. Still, she knocked, and when she was permitted her entrance, she saw the girl was handcuffed to her bed. Suddenly, she remembered all the times she'd been cuffed over the past few years for her firey temper, and she felt a mixture of sympathy and anger. She took a bobby pin from her thick, dark hair and held it up for Skye to see.
"You want out?"

 

More time than her please
Nay, do not hide my power
I am true indeed​

 

Vira struggled with the lock. Unlike the hospital doors, the handcuff locks were a bit stronger. Steady click - clack of his cane on the floor anounced Gregor's presence.
"May I try Skye?"

 

Skye looked up at Gregor with hopeful eyes.

“Please do.” She insisted. Her eyes met Vira's gaze.

“Thanks.” she said with a large smile.

 

Gregor pulled out a wicked looking, homemade blade from his shirt. It was stained red. Carefully he inserted the tip into the handcuff and with a sharp twist, the lock snapped open. Handel smiled. just as quickly, the knife disappeared.

 

Skye got up from her bed, quickly running to her corner tile. It wasn’t fully on, and was showing her treasures. She quickly put it on, placing the box of blocks over it. She looked at her aching wrist. Bruised in a round circle, with the outline of fingerprints. Jason’s fingerprints.

“Thanks Gregor.” She said with a grin, “Nice knife.” Her eye gave a twitch.

“Oral Enthusiast!”

“Did you hear?” she asked, “Someone tried to break into Doctor Brenda’s office.”

She walked from her room and added with a whisper, “I kind of helped him get in.”