Out of Their Minds

"I saw you tell the oderlies to lock up Gregor last night and Francine said she was going to talk to you before she disappeared. By chance did you lock them up to help John, or should I say Calipto." says Chaos "So please don't lie to me. Just tell me where they are."

 

"I don't have to tell anyone anything."
She snapped at him, feeling stupid.
"Go, leave me alone. I'm a busy woman."
She knew what was coming, but was prepared for it.

 

"I don't have to tell anyone anything."
She snapped at him, feeling stupid.
"Go, leave me alone. I'm a busy woman."
She knew what was coming, but was prepared for it.

 

Chaos looks at her and laughs. "That is where you are wrong. If you screw with enough people, eventually someone will make you pay for it. The only way to leave this office is to answer me or manage to get past me. You can guess wich one will be easier." says Chaos. He readies himself incase she chooses the second option.

 

The stranger walked into the file room. He looked like Brenda now. He/she walked unchallenged to the safe in the back of the room. Fake Brenda looked at the orderly and nurse stationed in the room and motioned for them to leave.

"I'm sorry Doctor, but you know we can't do that," said the nurse.

The stranger couldn't replicate Brenda's voice, so he/she glared at them. The orderly left with a shrug, but the nurse didn't move. Fake Brenda walked over to Dr. Brenda's personal safe and squared her shoulders so the nurse couldn't see what was happening. Fake Brenda's singles stretched out and flattened, sliding into the safe's lock. "Brenda's" fingers played with the pins within until the safe clicked open. The stranger grabbed Dr. Brenda's private files and walked out.

"Dr. Brenda, you have to sign for those .... ahhhhh!!!" The nurse stared into the face of Skye standing with a pair of bloody stumps still dripping gore. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back as she passed out. The stanger signed the log sheet. Those two words that had become a terror to Brenda were written in blood.

The orderly nodded as "Dr. Brenda" left. As she turned the corner the straner vanished. The last thing the stranger heard was the records room door screaching open and the orderly screaming for help.

 

Brenda smirked, and spoke coldly:
"I'd rather get past you."
She pulled out her gun and shot towards the door which opened suddenly. Somersaulting from her chair, she hit Chao'es skull who tried to grab her feet. Luckily, she was saved and got over him. Chaos was not really hurt, but she managed to outwit him.
"Later."
She winked and dashed out of her office.

 

I glared at the sun as it peeked through a few cracks in the vent. Yes, even the vents had been blocked. I felt so disturbed by my dirty look. My feet were dark brown while my face bore patches of brown. My hair was dry and blown up as though someone dropped a bomb on me. My nails were growing - I despised any amount of grown nails - and I felt like I was an obsessive-compulsive today.

The door rattled and Cain walked in with Velvet by his side. I sneered at them, eyeing the liquid medicine suspiciously.
"Schizophrenic medications are not water soluble."
I spoke angrily, at which Cain said lowly:
"I don't care. Just take it."
"What if you are slow poisoning me? You know, I vomited yesterday."
The two didn't listen to me and spoke again:
"Take it."
I tried to escaping but Cain grabbed my jaw like yesterday night and Velvet poured the medicine in my throat. I tried to spit it out, but he wouldn't let go unless I drank all of it. I felt like biting them, but resisted the vulgar thought.

They were about to leave, when I stopped them.
"Can I at least have a chalk or something?"
The two stared at each other for a short while and then nodded. Cain waited in my cell while Velvet brought a chalk back. She asked me if I needed a tablet to write on, but I replied negative. They then left, not noticing the three vomit patches on the floor.

I then started scribbling on the wall. For writing higher up, I climbed on my bed and continued my work. Once one wall was done, I dragged the bed to the other side and started scribbling. Once all the walls were done, I started writing on the floor. Then, the roof. Finally I wrote in the largest font I knew, on the door. I was feeling crazy.

"Daddy, I love you. I'm sorry for murdering you, Daddy. I really am."

******​

My hallucinations had stopped, but I missed Martha a lot. I wanted her back in my life. And for that, I was ready to give up anything. And I gave up something I was more than willing to give away. My medications. Mom and dad didn't find out until it was too late. I never used to swallow them. I'd spit them out right after they'd leave the room. However, she didn't come back at once. I bore with it, though. But when Martha didn't come back for a month, I got worried. Believing I'll find her at the beach like the first time I met, I went there.

Instead of Martha, I was to meet Dan. Dan was a quiet, sober and suicidal boy, who became friends with me only because of fate. He was also Jew, and we were not really friends, since I befriended him out of desperation. We hanged out very little, since he was a rather depressing boy to be with. I always thought his parents were dead from how he acted.

One day, I finally inquired him as to why he took life so depressing. When I provoked him enough, he blurted out that he was my Dad's illegal child. I was torn apart. He explained to me how he cheated my Mom, and how he had dumped his mom when she was pregnant. The reality crushed me. I was burning in rage. Just then, I made up my mind. I was going to kill my father.

The murder didn't take long. I was playing hide n' seek with him. He followed my footsteps into the basement, and then looked for me. It was dark, and the wind howled through the open window. When he didn't find me, he asked:
"Where is my sugar plum?"
I asked coldly:
"Right where she should've been forever. In her grave."
He was astonished, and snapped at me:
"Francine! That is no way to talk."
When he was near enough, I screamed:
"You should've never had me."
I then jumped at him and stabbed his heart. He fell behind, quivering.

"Francine?!"
He gasped, and I then barked angrily:
"You deserve it! You really do! Dan should've done this to you himself, but I wanted the honor."
My father blinked in shock.
"Dan?!"
"Don't be oblivious, Dad. He's standing right next to me."
His last words were:
"But there's no on standing by your side."

I dropped down on my knees, mind boggled. Dan shouted to me, saying he was lying to confuse me, but I didn't listen to him. I kept staring at him for at least on hour, when Mom came down to find us for dinner.

No one talked about Dad's death with me. Not even Jerry, who spared no chance to tease me. We moved from Minnesota very quietly, and never spoke to anyone in Duluth. I never dared use my last name 'Keller' again - it drove me nuts to even think about it. Since then, however, I checked my medications dearly. But it could never bring my father back.

 

The patients seemed to file in as Skye made her dramatic speech. Many of the staff followed suit, and soon she was surrounded by a massive group.

“She-she just took aim with that butcher knife and wham!” she yelled. Her eyes were filled with tears and her face full of feigned despair.

They looked at her with wide eyes.

“She needs to be taken care of.” She said in an angry whisper. They moved in closer, as she looked down. She balled her hand into a fist.

“You’ll help me won’t you?” she asked, trying to give a weak smile as she looked at them with hopeful eyes. She was answered with many nods from the patients, and a few “hell yes!”s. She looked at the staff as they quickly walked away from the scene. She grinned on the inside, she knew they wouldn’t be too much of a problem, or so she hoped.

She quickly moved herself on the edge of her seat.

“It’s time to help.” She said, “Show Brenda what you think of her!” she yelled. Her eye gave a violent twitch, sending her arm forward. She ignored the pain and grabbed the arm of one of the adult patients.

“Push me.” She said. He nodded and he pushed her through the crowd. She looked back at them.

“Well go!” she yelled. They all ran from the café as they left to take havoc. She could hear things breaking, and the insane cries. She gave a smile as she was pushed through the hall, towards Brenda’s room. She stopped in a few of the rooms, spraying the oil her friend had gotten her on the beds. She quickly tore of pieces from her dress, setting them aflame with the lighter in her pouch. She left the rooms with beds ablaze.

The fire alarm went off, and water came from the sprinklers. She was pushed forward, with some of the patients running behind her. She looked behind, even the orderlies seemed to want to know what she was doing. She saw as Brenda ran from her own office. She quickly lunged at her, grabbing her legs with a tight grip. They both fell to the floor. She looked at her doctor with angry eyes as she wrapped her arm around her neck. She forced tears out as she sobbed.

“They’re after me.” She said in a whisper as she leaned towards her ear. In a quick motion she pulled the knife from her sleeve, putting it at the doctors throat.

“I’ve got many angry patients behind me, and if that or my knife fails, I can always put you on fire. I don’t want to hurt you… I just want you to let Gregor out.”

The patients formed a close circle around her, their faces full of anger and determination.

 

Brenda felt stupid.
"First Gregor, then Niel, now Skye plus her hospital buddies. I feel like I'm under a knife even when I'm asleep."
She thought to herself, and spoke sullenly:
"I can't tell you where he is, Skye. I just can't."
Brenda knew she was taking a chance on her life. But it was worth it.

 

Chaos looked onward at the patients standing around Brenda and Skye. "That girl is pretty smart." he thinks to himself. Chaos yelled out "Brenda made Gregor and Francine disappear. If we don't stop her know, she could make any of us vanish next time." This seemed to make the patients even angrier.

 

Skye looked at her angrily. Her eyes met the gun just feet from them. She motioned for one of the patients to come as she kept the knife close to her throat.

“Hold this there, if she moves you cut her.” She snapped. The patient smiled gleefully as she dashed for the gun. She lifted herself up on her only leg. Her hand shook as she pointed it at Brenda. The orderlies quickly ran for help, as she looked down at Brenda.

“Why can’t you f**king just tell me? Let him go!” she screamed in desperation. The tears that fell down her eyes. Her eye gave a violent twitch as no words escaped Brenda’s mouth. No thoughts came through her mind as she pulled the trigger on the gun. She aimed at her arm as the bullet pierced it, and the floor shattered from the force. Her eyes went wide as she fell down with the gun in her hand.

The patients seemed to scatter as the continued on with their riot.

 

Brenda winced as the bullet tore her arm. She rolled over, and watched as the patients cursed her. Suddenly, the sound of police sirens came and George came running towards her.
"What are you doing, you idiots! Get a doctor, for Jesus's sake!"
Some of the less loyal orderlies immediately rushed to the general ward, and George picked Brenda in his arms.
"Everything will be alright."
He murmured and then carried her out of the mob, after which he ordered his partners:
"Take every patient to their room, and get the nurses and orderlies some coffee. They need a lesson."

 

Skye struggled feverishly, as two of the orderlies grabbed both her arms. She screamed and yelled as she looked at Neil with wide eyes. They forced her into her room, locking the door shut behind them. She looked in her mirror at her wet dress, but gave a wide grin at the gun that protruded from within them. She quickly stumbled and furiously put the gun in a place no one else would find it.

 

During the chaos, the stranger slipped into Brenda's office. One by one he faxed copies of all of Brenda's files to the reporters. "You are becoming a liability to Calipto," said the stranger with a chuckle. Before leaving, he turned on Brenda's intercom. A stranged voice echoed through the hospital hallways. "Blood for blood. Limbs for limbs. Lessons can prove dangerous to the teachers."

The orderlies rushed Brenda's office - it was empty.

 

The sounds of a few panicked voices filled the halls, along with some frantic footsteps. Glenny woke up, and when he gained his senses, he realized that the orderlies were the ones who woke him.

"What's happening?" he ignorantly asked them a few times. They never answered, and soon came upon a room, throwing him inside, telling him to promise to be a good patient and not come out.

One of the younger female orderlies winced while looking into the room, holding her mouth as if she'd seen something dreadful, and slammed the door behind her. Glenny turned to see Skye sitting there, then noticed that he was in her room, the bed was familiar.

"Could you please tell me what happened?"

 

Brenda opened her eyes as she acclimatized herself to the surroundings. George rushed to her and grabbed her hand.
"You alright?"
She nodded, and George let go. She took a few moments to get up straight, and checked if she could move her right arm. It didn't even nudge.
"Oh no."
She gasped, falling on her back once more. George watched her sob and understood the issue.
"It's alright, Brenda. We'll get the best doctors available. They'll fix your arm, I promise."
"Funny. Gregor wanted two limbs of mine. He didn't cut any off, though. But he paralyzed one for now."
She sobbed, and slowly the tears dried up. She looked out the window, seeing the beautiful school from there.
"I want to go back to my office, George."
She took George's help in getting off the bed, and then walked by herself. The doctor had mummified her arm as though a sign, which mocked her evilly.
"I just hope she doesn't take my leg for Francine."
Brenda chuckled to herself.

 

Skye moved over on the bed, patting the area for him to sit in. He sat down next to her as she looked up at him with tired eyes. Her body was starting to throb again. She quickly took a sip of the ibuprofen.

“A riot, of a sort.” She said nonchalantly, “Then, I shot Brenda.”

She grabbed her blocks from under her bed, laying them down in front of them both.

 

The orderlies were running everywhere locking patients in their rooms. Charlie just finished locking a door when he felt a rough hand grab him and toss him across the floor. As he blinked the stars out of his eyes, the orderlie looked up at Skye ... but not Skye. Her eyes were solid black. She stood over him her stumps bleeding over him. She reached down and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him clear off the floor. "Choose sides carefully Charlie ... I am not happy." Skye's face dissolved into a hroned skull which hissed angrily at the orderly.

Hearng his screams, several other orderlies came running. They all stopped short and stared first at the bleeding stumps and then at the horned skull atop the girl's shoulders. The creature's body suddenly changed into Brenda's. "You are all going to die." The voice was harsh and grating. "Run and hide my playthings."

In a cold panic they all scattered.

 

A cruel smile crossed the stranger's face. He closed his eyes and found Brenda's mind. He screamed into her skull. "Skye took an arm, I haven't even begun yet! You still owe me two limbs!" Laughter echoed through her mind without end.

 

I couldn't breathe. I was so worn out and there was no reason behind it. I had been taking my meals, all of them. And they were nutritious too. But I was so tired. My muscles ached, as though they were working on something really complicated and hard. I fell to the ground, moaning.
"What did I ever do to deserve this?"
I gasped, unable to take the lack of oxygen. I sweat like a mule running at 100 km/h and my fingers numbed. I suddenly felt pain shoot up to my stomach.
"HELP ME!"
I wailed, grabbing my stomach. The pain continued to the rest of my body. I could only weep, and vomit another deluge of red liquid. The weirdest part was - the liquid was bubbling. I felt several other attacks of pain rush to the corners of my body, and I wailed louder. No one came.

 

Brenda was writing a business email, when a scary and horrendous voice roared in her mind.
"Skye took an arm, I haven't even begun yet! You still owe me two limbs!" Laughter echoed through her mind without end.
"Stop it!"
Brenda wailed, holding her head in exasperation. She wanted to do something, but the cackles didn't stop.
"Stop it!!!"

 

Glenny's head fell to his hands as Skye put her blocks in front of them. He looked up, and stared at her in awe.

"You did what?"

A part was very pleased it had been done, she'd taken a lot from him.

"Is she dead?' he said, almost crossing his fingers.

 

The laughter dsuddenly stopped, softly spoken words bubbled to the surface of Brenda's mind. "Not Gregor .... not Klesps .... much worse." Then the laughter began again, louder this time and much more evil.

 

Skye shook her head as she sorted them into their different piles.

“No, I just shot her in the arm.” She said. She thought of her knife, which she had left behind. A pang of regret hit her, but she didn’t worry too much. She had a much better weapon now.

She looked up and Glenny, “I want to get out of here. You think you can lift me into the vents? We can get out of here that way.”

 

Brenda started sobbing.
"What...who are you? Stop this, please!"
Her head ached. She dropped from her chair, unable to handle the mocking.
"Leave me alone! What do you want from me?"
She screamed back, hoping to drain the laughter, but to no avail.