Phantom: Omg… something is seriously wrong with me… I was listening to "Fences" by Paramore and was inspired to write this. I hope it's good.
Tamaki: (reading) What the hell?! How many people-
Phantom: (covers his mouth) QUIET YOU FOOL! Do you want to give away the ending?
Tamaki: (thinks about it) I guess not…
Phantom: Good, now shut your face and let me get on with the story.
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Chapter One- The Plan, and the Number Twelve
"I'm sitting in a room,
Made up of only big white walls, and in the halls
There are people looking through,
The window in the door
They know exactly what we're here for"
-Paramore
Hospitals. Oh how she hated hospitals. She was so sick of them. Sick of the doctors. Sick of being sick.
Only she wasn't sick. She knew it, the doctors knew it, even her parents knew it when they left her two weeks ago.
No, she wasn't sick. Not physically anyways.
Mentally? Perhaps…
The number kept coming up again. She didn't dare say it. She didn't even dare think of it in case she would have another… what did they call it? Episode. Yes, that was it. Another episode.
In the hospital world, an episode meant that you were down on the floor, covering your ears and screaming for mercy. An episode meant that you broke things and screamed not with fear but with hate. Pure, searing, piercing hate.
An episode sometimes meant that you killed people. But that hadn't happened in a very long time.
She heard the door open. She didn't even bother to lift her head. She was so tired. So tired and weak and hopeless. She heard the familiar click of shoes on the tile floors. She watched the shoes stop in front of her.
"Look at me Ms. Reeve." A silky voice ordered.
She lifted her head wearily. Eyes were drawn into his, and he studied hers. Her eyes had really fascinated them. One reddish-brown, one icy blue with no pupil. A rarity indeed.
He smiled at her. "Are you ready for your medication Ms. Reeve?" he asked.
She nodded slowly and mechanically. He smiled wider. "Good. Once you're under, we'll resume testing. Then maybe we can find out about this-"
121212121212121212121212121212121212121212121212121212121212121212OH GOD! It's happening again!
"-tumor in your brain. And once you wake up you can have a nice cup of-"
121212121212121212121212121212121212121212121212121212121212121212121212Please not again!
"Won't that be nice?"
She stared at him wide-eyed. Her pupils had dilated to the size of nickels. She was beginning to hyperventilate. One white and bony hand reached up and gripped his coat. "Twelve… twelve… twelve…" she hissed through clenched teeth.
"Nurse?" the doctor called uneasily. "Nurse?"
"Out… drinking…" she sputtered. "You're… dead… doctor…"
The doctor tried to pull away, but not before she reached into his pocket and pulled out what she had been waiting for the chance to get. He whirled away from her and fell against the opposite wall. "NURSE!" he was yelling now. "WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY! I NEED HELP! SOMEONE? ANYONE!"
She staggered towards him, the needle in her hand. "Sit still doctor." She laughed, plunging the needle into his neck. "This will only hurt for a minute. Isn't that what you doctors say?" her voice was steadier now. It was over for the moment. She watched his eyes roll back before he collapsed and relished the moment. This was her revenge… this was her victory. This was making up for all those lost years stuck in the hospital, pretending that everything was fine until she lost control. But now, it was complete.
Well, almost.
Now all she had to do was get out, then phase one would be complete.
As she walked calmly out into the lobby, she checked the clock. Ten thirty. That would give her enough time to get where she needed to go. Hopefully, no one would be there…
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"Tamaki, can weplease go home now?" Haruhi moaned.
Tamaki struck a dramatically serious pose. "Not until you finish practicing!" he cried. "The way the lot of you acted today was shameful. Dropping a hot cup of tea on a valued customer…" he shook his head.
"Hikaru tripped me." Haruhi protested.
"Kaoru egged me on." Hikaru added.
Kaoru put up his hands defensively. "Well, Hunny had smeared cake on my face, and I had to get back at someone who couldn't whup me senseless."
Hunny was seated at a table in the far corner, munching on a large piece of cake. "I'm just here for cake." He answered the unspoken question.
Mori was seated next to him. "I go where he goes." He added.
"And that-" Tamaki stopped, his face dropping it's determined look for a minute. "Why are you here Kyouya?"
Kyouya pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smiled slightly. "I'm just here to watch the fun." He replied.
Tamaki whirled back to Haruhi. "Now, one more time." He pointed to the other end of the room. "Carry the tea to that corner. And no spilling!"
Haruhi grudgingly did as she was told. To her surprise, she did it. And not one drop spilled. (Not even a little over the brim.)
Tamaki clasped his hands together and let out a proud and doting "AAAH! Haruhi! My daughter! I am so pr-" He looked around, realizing that he was talking to thin air. Everyone had scrambled to get out and go home before he could go into a long speech. The only one remaining was Kyouya.
Tamaki looked hurt. "Where'd they go?" he huffed.
Kyouya looked at him as if he were a complete idiot (not to say he isn't). "They left, naturally. But they won't get far."
Tamaki's slender face had taken on the look of a confused puppy. "What do you mean?"
Kyouya sighed. "Naturally, everyone else is gone but us, and when they leave, they lock the doors, correct?"
Tamaki nodded, realization dawning on him. "Ooohh…." There was a thin silence Tamaki suddenly reared back. "OH! OH NO!" he dashed out the door, crying, " Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…!"
Kyouya shook his head and went back to writing in his black book. They would be back soon…
Phantom: WOO! I bet y'all are wonderin' whut the hell this crazy chick ahs to do with the host club being locked in the school, ain't ya? Well, you'll just have to read to find out. And I ain't tellin' ya why I'm talkin' in this Texas accent, so y'all can keep on wonderin' 'bout that too:D