Something I wrote for school. Heh. The teacher must think I'm super weird. Anyways, enjoy!
I'm back, and better than ever. (Don't expect five chapters a day, though.)
"What is insanity?" Edward asked the crowd.
"Albert Einstein defined insanity as doing the same exact thing repetitively expecting different results. No. That's more... ignorance. Or stupidity, either one," he continued nonchalantly. "No. Insanity is the state of mind in which a person thinks or commits something without reasoning or morals. When all reason is gone from their minds. No, logic stays. Logic is always there. It's just hidden away sometimes."
The crowd looked in awe as the insane doctor tapped his fingers on the podium.
"Insanity is the cavity left after something happens, altering that person's personality forever, making them sometimes cruel, loving, or even sadistic. It is similar to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. However, true insanity is more of a byproduct of PTSD," he continued, tapping his foot.
Somebody raised their hand.
"Ja?" Edward asked, pointing to them.
The man stood up. He seemed to be Japanese. "You said logic is still in one's mind after insanity has established itself. What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, there are different types of insanity. The most common one, the type you're most likely thinking of, is the stereotypical insanity. All logic and reason is gone. However, criminal insanity is different. All reason is banished, but logic lingers there. It holds on tightly like a vise. It won't let go no matter how many times you try to do away with it," he answered sadly.
Somebody snorted, and Edward visibly frowned with hurt.
A gruff, American accent sounded through the room. "How would you know?"
Edward craned his neck downward and smiled bitterly. He looked back up with an insane glint in his eye as he quietly removed his Luger from his holster not visible from behind the podium. "Because, I am insane."
He raised the pistol and shot the American between the eyes, earning gasps from many people. The American fell with a thump back into his seat.
Edward continued on as normal. "Insanity is not a harmony. It is an inner conflict. It is not diverse. It is one-sided, and the host of insanity will not win."
Then somebody else stood up. He was Russian. He showed no fear. Edward admired that. "Then how do you maintain control, Doctor?"
"I am strong," was all the Doctor said.
The Russian nodded, pulling out a flask.
"That concludes the lecture. Insanity is not Einstein's definition. My definition is the truth. Anything that could ameliorate my future speeches is appreciated. Please suggest anything you feel necessary. As for the American's murd- silencing, I apologize. Please keep any indictments to yourself. Good day."
With that, the mad Doctor left, holstering his Luger.