I watched her for a long time, you know. A very long time. She has something of mine, and I had to get it back, or, at the very least, get her to share it with me. This was not like the ones before, the ones I thought took it and held it hostage, torturing it, stabbing it, raping it, raping it, raping it, raping it. No, I know she has it.
I watched her today, all of today. I stood behind that glass and watched her. She didn't move at all. Staring at the ceiling I knew she was reading their minds… disguising the action with a planned apathy that could be pulled off only by her, disguising it with an illness that these humans say she has. But no, no I am not so naïve; I know what's going on, I know she's planning on killing them all. I know that if commanded, I will have to aid her, that when she stops pretending, I will help her. I am the dragon, and she has my soul.
She sat up suddenly - the stiff, white, flexible cardboard pillow giving a startled ruffle at the motion- and looked up from beneath her drooping eyelids at the plastic glass; unseeing.
"Halibel-san?"
There was no sign of recognition or acknowledgment towards the man behind her. "Halibel-san?" Nothing. The large, overweight, balding man in the orderly's uniform glanced backwards towards the desk, hoping to catch the eyes of the two men leaning against the tops of the registration counters armed with more tranquilizer needles and angry plastic batons than he. They nodded to him, he, back, and turned around to face the tall blond, arms crossed and locking eyes with the catatonic patient in the ward before them. "Halibel-san, we have to get you back to your room now. Come along, Halibel-san." Chubby fingers touched a dull tan sweater and slowly wrapped themselves around as much of her elbow as possible. Tension rose as she shot death at him; never moving her head- hungry, hungry, hungry, consuming, consuming, until the man was sweating, tension rising higher, higher, higher, eager to please, to kill, to hurt, -"Release me."
He did as instructed, rapidly so, and took a few steps back as the two men stepped forward, cautiously, and with their hands on their hips like some kind of out of place cowboy; instead of leather vests and boots, crisp clean hospital shirts- bleached to absolute purity- and instead of spurred boots, sneakers- to run after the patients that attempt to escape, loaded guns and whips, the non-metal tonfa and needles, juiced up with enough sedatives to drive someone unconcious. "Halibel-san, come on now, you know we don't want to do this. Go back to your room."
"Oh, hello, Oomaeda-san. How may I help you?"
The retreating man now reached the speckled-tiled front desk, behind it, the inquiring hyper sandy-haired blond. "How long has she been here?" "All day. I called for someone before, but they insisted on leaving her alone if she wasn't bothering anyone. It- hey!" The two men now closed in, thin metal daggers raised and prepared to strike – cobras, "Oomaeda-san! It's fine! She can stay!" She pushed herself up from her chair, preparing to intervene, "Aramaki-san! Kotsubaki! Leave her!" They looked back dubiously, her long time friend and rival and his assistant still prepared. "There's still half an hour left until visiting hours are over, Halibel-san has agreed to leave then. Isn't that right, Halibel-san?" An unfazed nod, no sign of intimidation.
Only then did the nurse see that the patient in ward #108 was sitting up - still looking at her blond visitor with unseeing eyes - and decide that she should go and lay her down. Her progress was halted, however, by a hand, hidden from view under the too-long sleeves of the tan sweater all the inpatients were given to wear. Her posture had not changed very much; face still looking at the girl in the bed, right arm still supporting an invisible left one, legs still holding her erect body up…left hand now retreating hastily…
"Do…do you want to come in with me, Halibel-san?" Another apathetic nod. "Ok. Come."
She walks to the bed, pulling back the covers slightly and gently pressing the girl's shoulders back. "Fudo-san, we're going to lay you back down okay?" Tucking in the covers she straightens them to perfection, brushing off any and all imaginary dust. "Ok, Fudo-san. Good night. Sweet dreams. See you tomorrow, hopefully…"
Fudo Kei. Kei. Fudo. You will wake. And I will wait for you. I, Halibel, and you will share with me my dragon form. For I am the dragon, and you have my soul.