Chapter 2 Randy; Strange feelings
I was so glad to be back at work. I had just finished my vaccation and I was itching to get back to it. I should explain a little. My name is Randy Orton and I'm a doctor at Bayview mental asylum. I had been there a while, so long that I couldn't even remember the exact amount of years. I have a sixteen year old daughter, Alana and I'm currently single. I loved everything about my life and I wouldn't change it for the world, there was only one little thing that bugged me, my memory. Either I was getting older or I've had too many shots to the head because the biggest things in my life I can't remember, its like they just happened. I was greatful but things like my daughter being born was something I wanted to remember. Making my way into the huge white building I headed straight to the office to read what had been happening.
"Hey how you been Ortz?" John cut through me, I was so happy he was on dayshift too.
"Good, whats been going on?"
John shrugged, "Not much. You got a new girl in your wing"
I raised an eyebrow, I had only men in my wing. "Girl?"
John laughed "Yeah breasts and everything"
I just chuckled, even though he had been happily married since forever he still didn't fail to notice new women.
"Anyways Punk wrote down all about her and her med list"
I went to my cubby and pulled out his messy scrawl, "He could of written her name."
John turned serious "She hasn't told anyone that. All we know about her is what she looks like and her med list"
After handover we went to our seperate wings and started work, it was alot more involved than people realised. Still it was a good days work and nine times out of ten, a good place to work. Of course that depended on the mood of the patients and the guys you were working with. Luckily my wing were harmless and today I was working with John Cena, Evan Bourne and Kofi Kingston. All guys I liked. Taking the med trolley I started at the top of the wing and worked my way down. When I got to room thirteen I finally saw my newest patient, sucking in a breath I just looked at her through the glass. I swear to the holy heavens that I knew her but at the same time I knew she was a stranger. I didn't know her from a bar of soap but she looked so familiar.
"Hi, how are you feeling this morning?" It was a common question, one that usually got them talking.
She sat up and looked at me, her silver curls falling around her face. "I'm feeling fan-fucking-tastic Randy, how are you?"
I ripped the blister pack containing her pills, grabbing the glass of juice by her bed I put them in her hand "Take those for me and you might feel better"
She stuck them in her mouth for three seconds, suddenly she spat them out. "I don't like your medication"
Great, she was going to be difficult. Figures.
"Please take your medication"
She looked at me curiously "Why?"
"Because it will make you feel better"
She spit out laughter that shivers crawl up my spine, it was though I had heard it many times before. "The only way I'll feel better is if I suddenly wake up dead" She laughed again "How you wake up dead is beyond me and I know everything"
I sat down beside her, sometimes they just needed an ear. "Why do you want to die?"
"Because Randy, I've been alive too long"
"How long have you been alive?"
She looked at me clearly thinking "Well if tomorrow is thursday then about four thousand and sixteen years"
Surprise didn't get to me, afterall there was a reason she was in an insane asylum. I quickly scribbled a note and grabbed some more pills. "Will you take this lot?"
"No"
Sighing I put them back in the trolley, her soft voice ripping through me again.
"Hows your daughter Alana?"
"How did you know I had a daughter?"
She giggled "If I can't have death then I'm just gonna resort to randomly picking out facts and annoying you"
"Someone told you, John no doubt"
"Ah but did he tell me that when you got up this morning you had three bits of toast with strawberry jam and a cup of coffee"
I turned and looked at her, that strange feeling welling in me again. How did she know that? Another deep rooted feeling swirled inside my skull, it was almost as if she knew me personally. Then again I reasoned that she couldn't know me personally because I didn't know her at all. I had just met her.
"How did you know that?"
She looked at me thoughtfully "Well I'm bored so once again, I know everything. And that means everything."
"But you don't know your own name?" Ok I shouldn't be hostile with patients and ninety-nine percent of the time I wasn't but she was getting to me in the worst of ways.
"I know my name Randy, its Weapon X"
Chills went to my core, I had never heard that name before but it still bought the chills like it was the most horrible thing I had ever heard. It was like that was the one thing to bring the human race to its knees.
"Oh and by the way I'd be real protective of your daughter, theres a serial rapist lurking around"
"What?" Blood ran cold like she had just threatened my little girl personally.
"Theres a serial rapist lurking in the shadows, Alana is just his type so keep an eye on her" She settled on her bed and lent against the wall. "And now I'm bored. You can go now"
"If you know theres a rapist why don't you tell the police who it is? Since you know everything" I couldn't help but point that out. I had only known her for ten minutes and already she had gotten under my skin.
She gave me that smirk, one that I was so sure I had seen before. "I'm retired."
"Retired from what?"
She didn't say anything, she just pulled out her cards and started shuffling. "Retired from what?"
Ignoring me she started to play solitare, clearly she wasn't going to say anymore so I took the drug trolley and continued on. Deep down I still had that nasty feeling of knowing. Maybe she was the missing link to my forgotten memories. Shaking my head I ignored that feeling. I didn't know her, she was just another patient that I had to take care of.
