First fic, and all that jazz. I think I need a beta, so... o-o E-mail me if you're interested. Oh, this is Guy's POV, first person. Pairings list at the bottom, because I'm an impatient person. Even though they're rather obvious. And, see, I'd have more stuff to put here, but that hobo stole it all. Don't hit the hobo, though. He just wants a cracker.
No, I don't own Fire Emblem. Be nice if I did. ;-; See, now you've made me sad. Shoo, read the fic, and leave me to drown in my self pity. -angstangst-
Out of all of us, Wil knows the most about this place. Because, even though he's in here for severe schizophrenia, we think that almost all of his various moods are extremely talkative. It's not really surprising that he's the institutes main gossip, and probably the cheeriest out of everyone here. It's also not that amazing that he can weasel anything out of anyone, including the doctors. I guess that would be something to be proud of, because the staff here seems to be extremely cautious about telling us anything at all.
His manipulative abilities also means he's managed to look at a lot of our files. Supposedly, I, Guy Khutolah, am here for my tempermental and violent ways, and my extreme paranoia. I swear, I'm not paranoid. They just don't believe me when I say someone's watching me. There's always someone there, I know there is... Maybe because of my tendency to hurt anyone who gets me upset, I have no roommate. And I'm rather glad of this. I like the silence, the quiet, and the lack of anything to disturb me. That means I can pace around the relatively small room as much as I want, and no one can give me weird looks or tell me to stop it. Though, that also gives the staff justification to keep better tabs on me, because I'm alone. Not that I care, someone's always following me.
There's things about this place that just kind of make you want to submit to all their supposed 'treatments', something that makes you want to give up. It sucks most of your personality out of you. Probably due to the fact that it's all white here. Everything's white; the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the sheets... That accursed blankness stretches throughout the entire building, it presses in on you until you think you can't take it anymore, and will do anything to get out. They think that will make you crack.
...Pfft. What do they know? Most of us are too proud to do something like that, and there's always that one thing that we can hold on to... I suppose that for me, it's my hair. I keep it in a braid, an immaculate, long, green plait. Generally, they wouldn't allow you to have long hair, because hair is something to strangle yourself with. But I don't have suicidal tendencies (a lot of us don't), and I blatantly refused to let them cut my hair when I came here, so they let me keep it. It's the only bit of me that I have left, the one thing that I can cling on to and use to remind myself that the normal Guy is still in there somewhere, he's just buried beneath all the crap they put us through...
It also distinguishes me. Otherwise, apart from our features and body build and things like that, we all look the same. Clean, white, short sleeved t-shirts, and white linen pants. We aren't allowed to wear shoes, so must of us don't even bother with wearing socks, but I do. The tile floors are cold. Anyways, I guess that being able to keep some semblance of my former self helps me remember that defiance that always flares up inside me. The one bit of my original personality that refused to curl and die, to admit defeat.
I guess that also sparked my slight pyromania. It gives me a perverse pleasure to know that, by coming here, they didn't cure me of anything (not that I need to be cured), but only managed to mess me up even more. Because my lack of originality seemed to inspire a curious lust for flames, fire is something I can now relate to. This also meant that they moved me up to a more secure ward once I managed to setthe sheets in my old room ablaze. God, that was satisfying. Seeing that horribly perfect, white cloth go up in smoke, seeing the tawny colors light up my otherwise blank room with a warmth that I wish I could find again, that was something I quite enjoyed. I also liked destroying the institute's property.
Of course, there's others here, too. There's Wil, who I've already mentioned before. He's got severe schizophrenia and a side of just general insanity. From what we've seen so far, there are four sides to Wil. His emo, horribly morbid and depressing persona, which we just refer to as emo. Even in that kind ofstate, he's really good at rambling. But he starts to talk about death and never being able to escape, and the only person who can stand being around him at these times are Rath. You'll hear more about him later. Anyways, there's also normal Wil. Wil is one of the few who has managed to maintain his normal self, and Wil's original personality can ramble on about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING for hours on end. It also means he's probably hyper, and this is when he's at his happiest. Rath seems to like this side of Wil, and is much better at putting up with the long strings of nonsense that come from his roommate than everyone else is able to.
Thoughtful, quirky Wil is probably who I cantolerate and not be driven insane by for the longest amount of time. When Wil is in this mode, he's a lot more quiet, and sort of apathetic. He'll stare at nothing in particular for a little bit, but then he'll get on about one thing, and start talking to the nearest person about whatever it was he was contemplating. Surprisingly, Wil has come across some interesting points when he's like this, and everyone agrees that it's a good idea to listen to whatever he's saying. Though, I can't stand the endless chatter, and eventually just leave.
Wil's only demeanor that actually doesn't need to be told to shut up is his violent one. He's notin his violentnearly as often as all of his other personalities, but when he does revert to his sadistic, violent mode, you better run. He seems to find that actions speak louder than words, and will glare at you for absolutely no reason. Glare back, and you'll most likely get something thrown at you. Or, if there's a lack of suitable objects, he'll punch you.
Violent Wil is, needless to say, slightly scary. Mainly because I tend to only provoke him even more, and get myself hurt in the process. Ah, well. And then there's Wil's roommate, Rath. Wil is the closest thing to a friend Rath has, because Rath is perpetually mute. (Most of the time, at least. I think I've seen him talk to Wil once or twice, but even then it was only a few words.) Rath is sometimes kind of eerie, since he's so silent. He broods a lot, too, and seems to be good at angsting. We can only guess that he's dwelling on some sort of tragic past he had. When I say 'guess', it's because he won't talk to any of the doctors or staff, and not much is known about him. Though, he is really tolerant of other people.
And then, we come to Karel. He's probably the most dangerous out of all of us here, and is, in fact, suicidal. Though, this doesn't explain why they let him keep his hair so long… I never could understand that. In any case, he's one messed up guy. Karel is constantly murmuring something about 'the feast'. From what I've gleamed from this, he's planning all of our imminent deaths, and everyone just sort of keeps away from him. Like me, he has no roommate, most likely because no one is willing to stay in the general vicinity of him for such a long amount of time. He really is dangerous; at one point in time, he managed to acquire a ballpoint pen, and severely injured one of the members of the staff here. Don't scoff, anything that's sharp and in Karel's possession is lethal. Including a pen. And no one is even sure how he managed to get said pen, since they don't even allow pencils or anything here. Only crayons. Tch.
Another member of our jolly group of psycho's (can't you just FEEL the sarcasm seeping through the monitor?) is Legault. That man is a pervert. Seriously. While being a pervert doesn't give them a reason for them to toss you in the loony bin, being an egoistic former gang member /does/. Legault is very charismatic, you always know when he's there, and he's probably dangerous, as well. Then again, to be in the Black Fang, you probably had to be skilled at… well, killing people. His roommate, Heath, shares something in common with me. At least, he would, if I actually were extremely paranoid. Which I'm not, by the way. They just refuse to listen to me. Heath is really skittish, however, and you constantly see him tagging around with Legault. Whether it's by choice, or if he's forced to follow the ex-Fang, no one is quite sure. Though, Heath seems relatively normal, or as normal as you can get when you live in a mental institution.
Idly, I wonder at how nice the silence is. I don't think I could put up with having to room with someone, I'd eventually just snap and try to strangle them. There's always something about /every single person around me/ that just… irks me. Whether it's because they're fidgeting, or they're being too quiet, my subconscious always seems to be able to find some reason for me to glare angrily at someone.
Not that I'm complaining, of course. I just wish I had something to vent my restless anger and frustrationinto. But there's absolutely nothing to do around here. It's very, very… dull. The only thing which I find mildly entertaining is sitting here, and just thinking. I have so much free time, that I've been able to think about a lot of things. Often, I wonder what's going on in the outside world. I also try to remember what it's like to be just an average person. Just a normal teenager, one of the people in the crowd that you don't really find the need to look at. I wouldn't mind being the typical teen, as long as it meant that I was out of this dreadfully boring place. Though, I guess that, at the same time, I would hate being like everyone else.
…Sometimes, I confuse myself.
Suddenly, I snap my head up from the table, warily glancing around. Generally, it's unusual for me to fall into a reverie like that, but I shrug the thought away. I stand up from the single chair I had been sitting in, and since all the furniture is bolted to the floor, there's no need to shove it back into place. Anxiously, I start to pace, frowning slightly as I ponder something. What was that noise?... I tense my shoulders, glaring viciously at the door. It's probably just one of the nurses. They're supposed to give us our medicines at routine intervals, but I avoid the pills whenever I can. I'd bet anything the capsules are laced with sedatives or something of the sort.
Inwardly, I'm praying that it isn't Serra. That woman is enough to drive /anyone/ over the little line that separates sanity and insanity. Well, it would be enough, if most of us weren't already insane. Honestly, though, she's just… annoying. She has this high pitched voice, and tends to get over excited, and those bright pink pigtails… Urgh. They're /pink/ Generally, I wouldn't mind being able to see a color like that, since it's so blank and devoid of emotion in here, but on her, it just makes me want to gouge my eyes out and curl up on the floor to die. I don't even know why they made her a nurse. She's too loud to be working at a mental institution.
With a suspicious slant to my blue-green, normally wide eyes, I edge towards the door, my footsteps slow and nearly silent, except for the soft shuffle of my padded feet across the tile floor. The doorknob turns, and I almost flinch in a somewhat startled manner. Yeah, just one of the nurses, most likely... A chiding little voice in my head tells me there's no reason for one of the nurses to come to my room at this time, because it would mess up the schedule. I ignore aforementioned voice, in favor stepping backwards slightly, and getting ready to dart for my bed, because it's the nurse, I just know it is, and she wants me to take some kind of medicine.
Oh, how wrong I was.
Pairings! Oh, the fun we will have.
Matthew/Guy, Rath/Wil, and Heath/Legault. Karel's just... there. Tell me if you'd like to see any other people added in. And 'scuse the short chapter. This was kind of just an informative... thing.