Mercy: this story is a monologue of Ken's thoughts as he, a mental
institute nurse, tends to one of the new patients.
Goth Ken: I am in for it.
Wormmon: Who will be playing the patient?
Mercy: You will see on little friend.
Wormmon: Mercy doesn't own digimon, but Goth Ken is her
marysue creation.
I work at a mental institution as an
ordeal or nurse as I am called sometimes. I have a new patient to work with
today. I just hope he will cooperate with me; I don't want to have to use brute
force on him. I heard that he tried to kill his mother, brother and girlfriend.
It's said he was screaming demon the whole time he tried to kill them. I pity
them for having to see him after he snapped.
What the?
How did he get a marker into his room? The crafts teacher usually makes sure
none of the patients take stuff out of the room. Demon is written on every wall
and the floor. I see my new patient, sitting on his bed as he rocks back and
forth. His blonde hair moves with his rocking and fear shows in his blue eyes.
What do I
want, he asks as he curls into an even smaller ball. I just want to help you
get better. Will I make the demons go away, he asks. I will try. I walk closer
to him and sits on the edge of his bed as he looks at me, fear still in his
blue eyes. What is your name, little one? Takeru, he says as he smiles
slightly. My name is Ken; I will be your ordeal for most of the time you will
be here.
What the?
Why did you hit me? Bad thoughts in my head about him, he says. You are wrong;
I have a girlfriend on the outside. Time for you to go to your doctor
appointment. No, the demons will get you if you leave the room, he says. I pull
him to his feet and have to force him to come with me. He is so strong for
someone so small.
I take him
back to his room after the appointment is over and look at him as he curls up
on his bed. He seems so lost, more so than any other patient that I have had. I
feel as if I must help him get better soon. Most of the other on the institute's
staff calls him Angel. They say he looks and acts like an angel. I guess I get
him during his bad times.
He is
walking over to me; I didn't even see him get off the bed. He looks me in the
eyes and frowns slightly as he runs shaky fingers through his blonde hair.
What? He
kissed me, on the lips with his. I just look at him as tears roll down his face
and he walks back to his bed. I'm sorry, I did mean to scary you, he says. I
still just look at him as I lift two fingers to touch my lips. Miyako would
never kiss me that way. She only wants me because I am a hunk as she calls my
athletic background.
I leave the
room and head to the staff lounge as I try to stay calm. He is an angel, but in
ways no one knows. I can't let him suffer losing me after he gets well and
heads home. I will get switched to another patient. I don't want him to know
the pain of loving me.
I do get
switched, but I see him in the halls and rooms as I work. As if he is watching
me, waiting for me to come to him. I can't, I can't let him get hurt.
As a child
I was said to have developed a spilt personality. My second half called himself
Kaiser. I managed to suppress him and grow up living a normal life. One thing
darkens that lovely picture. Kaiser is still with me and hates everyone that
gets too close to me. I can hear him even now, complaining about Takeru and his
obsession with us. I agree at least in some ways.
Down another hall and Takeru is
there. Kaiser is not happy with this predicament. Takeru walks up to me and
looks at me as he smiles. Kaiser is yelling for me to run, to get away from
this infected boy. I am infected also, but not in the way Takeru is. Kaiser
always forgets to mention that point.
He kissed
me again and ran, ran back to the security of his room. I just stand there, in
the empty hallway, listening to Kaiser as he rants and raves. I am losing it
again. Kaiser will take over and hurt Takeru, just like he did to my brother
Osamu when I was younger. I can't let Kaiser hurt him; I can't let him kill
Takeru like he killed Osamu.
I go to Takeru's
room and look at him as he lies on his bed. Kaiser is fighting for control and
he wins. I only watch as he walks over to Takeru and stares down at him as
Takeru looks up, with innocent eyes. Kaiser runs a genital hand over Takeru's
cheek and sits down on the edge of his bed. I scream for Kaiser to leave him
alone and give me control back, but Kaiser ignores me.
Kaiser
kisses Takeru with my lips and strokes his hair with my hands. I can't stand it;
he is using my body to have his way with Takeru. I finally take control again
as Kaiser gets ready to pull off Takeru's clothes. I stand up and look at
Takeru as tears roll down my face. He looks so much like an angel now. Lust in
his blue eyes and his lips swollen for Kaiser's kisses.
I run from
the room, I can't stand to be there. Kaiser sits in the back of my mind,
wishing to finish making Takeru his, ours. I ignore him as I tell my employer
that I want to resign from my job. Fine, he says. I leave that place as fast as
my legs will take me. Kaiser almost used my body to make love to Takeru. I am
going to lose it again, just as I did as a child.
Kaiser
whispers in my ear, telling me to stop fighting what I really want to happen. I
won't let Kaiser win; I won't let him hurt Takeru. I hide in my room once I get
home. I sit in the darkness, waiting for Kaiser to speak to me again.
Kaiser
wraps his mental arms around me and comforts me as I cry, for what Kaiser
almost made me do. I will never go back to that place. I will never try to find
Takeru. I just hope that he will not try to find me. I could never live if he
found me. I would die instead of letting Kaiser have his way with Takeru.
Whatever
gods exist, please don't let him find me if he comes looking. I will kill
myself before Kaiser even got the chance to kiss Takeru again. Kaiser just
frowns as he mentally holds me close to him. Kaiser knows that I go through
with my threats.
~End~
