Case 79: Mercy by Kristen Darby (ZeldaNut1)
As told by Eva Rae, with assistance from Benjamin Yates
Warning! This story is extremely gory and graphic, not for those under 15.
Hello. My name is Eva Rae, and I am, well, what am I really? A journalist, sure but really, I am a survivor, living because of the actions of one called Mercy, a beautiful person who taught me what love, forgiveness and peace meant,, and most of all, the lesson of mercy. To quote him, the greatest thing a person can do is show mercy, especially to those who have harmed them. This is my account of what happened at Turner Institute, (assisted by Benjamin Yates, Mercy's right hand man) and the sacrifice of an innocent soul to a man's greed that pushed the patients of Turner Institute to the edge. In short, this is Mercy's story, through my eyes.
Chapter 1: New Arrival
His name is Jonah Cross. From my high vantage point from my third story window, I can see he has black hair, and is wearing black slacks and suspenders. He is clutching the arm of a middle aged man, who has a black bowler hat perched atop his graying hair. He looks to be around 10, he's so….little? He's really short, and somewhat small-looking. He looks to be crying, and is pleading to the man in the bowler hat. I had heard from Barrel that we had a new arrival, but I hadn't believed him, so now I owe him my next shower shift. Damn you Barrel. Anyway, back to the new arrival. I had also heard from Barrel that Jonah was joining us because he 'sees' things. Pffft. I turn away from the barred window, wondering when my next 'session' is. Sadistic bastard. I was about to open the visor on my door and ask Jared when my next shower shift was so I could tell Barrel when I heard Jonah's voice carry to my window.
"But Papaw, please! I'm not…. I'm not crazy! I'm just different! Why are you putting me here Papaw!" he cried, his eyes widening in fear at the sight of the looming castle that was Turner Institute.
"Because you're crazy! And no son of mine is crazy!" and with that he wrenched his arm out of the boys grasp, leaving his son to walk through the gates of Turner Institute alone.
Alone.
My mind was reeling, how could a person just leave his own flesh and blood on the doorstep of such a horrid place, and not even give a backward glance?
Cruel.
I watched as he rubbed his arm roughly on his cheeks, wiping away his tears at being rejected by his own father. And then he did something that completely blew my mind. He smiled. Actually smiled, sure it was a watery smile, marred by his tear-stained cheeks. But it was a smile all the same. It was a smile of acceptance, embracing the fact that this would be the place where he would die, and understanding it completely. It sent shivers down my spine.
And that was the first I ever laid my eyes on Jonah Cross.