George Harkins stepped into the dark room. He stepped over to a metal table and sat down. The chair was cold, completely opposite to the sweat that beat down his face. This was his first interview with one of the patients in Arkham Asylum, He had made an oath, that I would interview them all. As he sat in that dark room, at that metal table, a dim light turned on over the table to reveal the hairless man, his features blank and his skin pale. The only thing that marked him was the tattoo that spiralled around the skin of his skull.
"Well...Are you going to say something?" The man asked. Obviously unimpressed. George clicked a button on the tape recorder which sat on the table and cleared his throat before speaking, trying to sound as brave as possible.
"Doctor. George Harkins interviewing Patient 7092F. Full name, Julian Gregory Day. Alias, Calendar Man. First session."
Julian stared at me before smirking to himself and resting his hands on the table.
"30 days hath September, April, June and November."
"Uh...Alright. Tell me, Julian, what motivates you to do what you do?" The pale skinned man focused his eyes into George's and stared, as if staring into his very soul.
"Isn't it obvious? Holiday's...Holiday's motivate me, why else would I call myself The Calendar Man? Although I wouldn't expect an absent minded man like yourself to understand." Julian said coldly, retracting his hands from the table and turning slightly in his chair, resting his left hand on the inside of his right elbow and lifting his right hand to rest his index finger in-between his top and bottom, front teeth. He shifted his eyes back to George.
"Yes, uh, sorry, I'm, new to this. You're my first patient."
"I'm aware. What happened to Strange? Oh, yes, that's correct...He went completely looney, just like you will, in time." George was disturbed by this comment. He was well aware of Hugo Strange and what happened, so he tried to forget Julian's comment and continued.
"I guess we'll see...Tell me, what's you favorite holiday?" Julian smiled to himself and turned, now crossing his arms.
"That is an obvious question. Father's Day, of course, every Father's Day I wake up at dawn and go down to the docks, for some fishing. When I am done. I go and, do my regular holiday celebrations and every Father's Day dinner...I enjoy a delectable meal, the main course, of course, being, fish...Would you like to know why, I do this, Doctor. Harkens?"
George furrowed his brow in curiosity and focused on him, before nodding slowly. "Because, Dr. Harkens, my father abandoned me...And when I finally found him again, at a fairly young age, we had some...Bonding time, we went down to the docks." Julian interrupted his story for a small few moments where he chuckled and shook his head. "I'm sorry, anyhow, we went to the docks, for some father and son fishing. I, of course brought along a machete, my worthless father forgot the worms, can you believe it! But no, I wasn't going to let that get in the way of my father, son bonding, so I went at him with the machete, baiting the hooks with toes, fingers, various body parts. Until there was nothing left, I took my catch of the day and cooked it up that night." Julian looked up and put his fingers to his chin in thought then looked back down at George. "If I can remember correctly, I used lemon, and a touch of dill, to enhance the flavor. And, honestly, now, whenever I have fish, It remind me of my dear old dad." Julian smiled and intertwined his fingers. Resting them on the table.
"I believe we're done here, Julian, I'll come and see you soon." George said, half-hearted. He was certainly disturbed. He clicked the "stop" button on the tape recorder and stood. Leaving the dark room.