Cherry Oak Asylum
A/N: Goody, my first Demon Diary fic. And, for that matter, my first AU fic. Wow, two birds with one stone (I must have good aim :D heehee, I'm so funny). I'm not quite sure how I feel about this one yet, but I'll tell you when I know.
And...yeah...well, this idea came to me from The Jacket, with Adrian Brody (please correct me if I spelled his name wrong). It's this totally sweet movie about a guy who may or may not be crazy and he's put in an asylum, where he's tested on in all sorts of tortuous ways. I loved the movie and decided I should write a fic following that story. So I did. It's not precise, I did stray a little and put my own ideas in it.
I tried to stay as in character as I could, Eclipse is a little warmer than he should be, Raenef seems a little more mature, Chris is just far too OOC for me to describe, Krayon is...in my opinion, pretty much the same as his character in the comic, and I haven't even written the part with Erutis speaking in it yet, so I can't tell you if she's OOC or not.
Now, read and (hopefully) enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Demon Diary, nor the idea for The Jacket.
It's rated M for torture in later chapters.
Chapter one:
The sun was shining brightly on the castle-like mental institution. It was resting on the biggest hill surrounding a small town, as it had been for hundreds of years. The asylum owned the majority of the hillside and the adjacent hill, and the acres had thousands and thousands of trees. The setting was peaceful, one conducive to settling frazzled minds. Huge gardens with numerous types of flowers surrounded the asylum. The turn around for the entrance was centered around a giant fountain, and just to the side of that was the visitor/employee parking lot. There was one resident employee, and his life was just about to get harder.
The doors slammed open to one of the holding areas. The two male guards were struggling with a frantic young boy, who was not even as big as one of the guards. The boy's blond hair had long since come loose of its tie, which held on for dear life to a few strands. His vibrant blue eyes were reflecting the panicked state he was in.
The guards managed to strap him down to a chair, while enduring the punches and scratches the boy threw at them. When he was finally unable to move, a nurse came in with a small tray and said something to one of the guards. That guard moved over and pulled the boy's sleeve up, and firmly held the arm down. The nurse picked up a syringe full of a clear liquid and tapped the tube. She squeezed the stopper down and the clear liquid came out of the needle. She looked down at the boy's arm, finding the vein and stuck the needle in. The boy's eyes fluttered for a few seconds, and then his entire body relaxed. The guards removed the straps and picked the boy up, taking him to one of the rooms.
The resident psychologist was sitting behind his desk, writing notes on a piece of paper. He didn't need to be doing anything at that moment, all of his patients were showing great improvement, and he didn't have an appointment until that evening. In one word, he was bored. When he started writing about his patient's advancement with controlling the multiple personalities she possessed, he had started with the best intentions of writing a biography, the patient was one of his masterpieces. But by the second page of notes, the doctor started doodling. He wished for anything to happen, maybe an attempted suicide. At least then he would have something to do.
He heard his door open and looked through his long black hair to see his assistant standing in the doorway.
"Yes, Chris, what is it?" The doctor asked.
"There is a new patient to see you, Doctor Eclipse," Chris answered. He held out the clip board with the patients information on it, and Eclipse reached over his desk and took it.
Eclipse read off some of the symptoms the new patient was experiencing, they were nothing horrible, delusions, self-mutilation, mute. Mute? This new patient was going to be interesting. Eclipse was delighted, until he read the name, Raenef. They had a patient named that before, Eclipse had read about him in the records. He was under the care of the ward's overseer, a respected psychologist named Krayon, but that Raenef had left years ago. When Krayon and the other psychologists could only help him so far, they decided that he wasn't going to be a danger to himself or anyone around him, so they let him leave. The age of the new Raenef was far too young to be the same one, so Eclipse abandoned the thought.
"He's just now coming back from the sedatives, so you can go see him," Chris said. "He's in room 213. Here's the key card."
"Alright, thanks," Eclipse said, getting up from his chair and taking the key from Chris.
The halls of the asylum were more like that of a home, or so Eclipse thought. Yet, since the asylum was his home, he had a right to think that. The rooms were not a sterile white, with one window and a small cot. They were comfortable, with dressers, desks, huge beds, and if the patient was lucky, or just not suicidal, they had a balcony. Each room had a different color palette, most were light colors, to bring the feeling of happiness. Eclipse did not take to light colors to well, so his room was a dark red.
He turned down the hall and saw the back of a curly blond head. He really didn't want to talk to Krayon before he saw his new patient, but seeing as this was the only hallway that led to the room he needed, he continued walking.
Krayon turned around and saw Eclipse. He motioned to the redhead behind him, his assistant, and walked up to meet Eclipse.
"Krayon," Eclipse greeted coldly.
"Eclipse, I see you got a new patient." Krayon said.
"Yes, I was just going to meet him," Eclipse replied uninterested.
"Well, I better leave you to it. My offer for that drink after work still stands." Krayon said while walking away, shadowed by his assistant.
"And my belief that what you suggest would be unprofessional is still firmly in place." Eclipse whispered under his breath as he turned around.
Eclipse walked up to the door and took a deep breath, meeting a new patient was always nerve-racking. He grabbed the key from his coat pocket and slid it into the lock. The door opened to reveal a light blue bed with sheer curtains all around it, light blue wallpaper, and, he was a lucky one, a large balcony. The glass doors to the balcony were open, letting in a cool breeze. Eclipse walked into the room, softly closing the door behind him. He heard it click, signifying the lock was back in place. He walked toward the bed, pulled back the curtains, and stopped. There was no one in the bed. Eclipse stepped back and looked around the room again. There was no one in plain sight. He walked out to the balcony, no one. Eclipse stood in the doorway of the balcony and put his hands on his hips.
"If you would be so kind, please come out of your hiding place. My name is Doctor Eclipse and I'm going to be your psychologist for your stay at Cherry Oak." Eclipse said in his nicest voice. He had learned that if the patient thinks you're kind, they're more likely to open up.
He didn't hear any noise, so he started searching. He looked around the balcony again, and finding nothing, went inside and opened the closet. He pulled back the extra robes, and saw a small huddled form sitting in the corner.
"Are you Raenef?" Eclipse asked.
The huddled mass turned around to show a frightened boy, tears streaming down his face. He nodded his head once, his blond hair obscuring his watery eyes.
"Here, let's get out of this closet," Eclipse said, holding out a hand. Raenef reached for it, and in the process, his sleeve slipped down his forearm uncovering multiple scars. Eclipse frowned and pulled the boy up, supporting his weight and taking him to the couch. Eclipse pulled up an armchair and took out his notebook and pen.
"So, do you know why you're here?" Eclipse asked. Raenef ignored Eclipse.
Eclipse sighed, this was going to be difficult. He couldn't help people who wouldn't talk.
"Alright, if you don't want to talk right now, we'll wait." Raenef stared at Eclipse, who was sitting in his armchair with his hands folded in his lap, looking right back at his patient. Eclipse had never had a patient that didn't talk before, so he wasn't sure how to handle it, but he knew that the patient had to feel comfortable, and forcing him to do something was not going to accomplish a sense of comfort.
They sat there like that for a total of two and a half hours, neither one saying a word. Their silence was broken by Eclipse's watch beeping. He looked down and pressed a button, immediately silencing the watch.
"And that is my cue to leave," Eclipse said, "I'll come back tomorrow and see you."
Raenef nodded, and Eclipse walked out of the room. He had the distinct feeling that Raenef was watching him leave, and he pondered over how long it would take Raenef to talk.
For the rest of the day, Doctor Eclipse's thoughts were centered around his newest patient.
A/N: First chapter down, I've got a couple more written, and I think this is gonna be a really long (for me) fic, so be patient. And I've started school again, so I don't know when I'm gonna be able to write. We'll just have to wait and see. Drop a review, tell me if you liked it, if you didn't, or if you think it's a stupid idea that never should of come out of my head. –It would of anyway, cause I'm just that rebellious.