This author's note is belated, but just so you know, I DO NOT OWN TITANIC. I started to write this fanfiction on a whim, and I think it's going pretty good so far-
Reader: "Pretty good so far?! I only clicked on this because it said it was about Jack and Rose! So far Rose just get's a mention, and it seems like this story's mostly about this stupid Dan guy!"
I'm sorry for the inconvenience, I understand completely; but, due to the story's nature, I had to make up another person. To be fair, I did give you a warning when I wrote, "Join Dan Skowadj" in the summary. That phrase indicates that the story will probably involve him.
Reader: "Just put Jack and Rose in there, please."
Jack and Rose are coming soon, I promise. This story will make sense once you reach the end of it, so please keep that in mind. Enjoy!
Chapter Two:
I knew from the moment we arrived at Cinderledge Hospital that I did not like it. A large brick wall surrounded the area, and the only way in or out was a wrought iron gate protected by two guards clad in blue. It stood out like a sore thumb here in the peaceful foliage of green trees, or at least, I thought it did. Something about the place didn't seem quite right... I didn't know what, exactly, but I had a gut feeling that there was something sinister here...
"Notice the wall." I commented to Bruce, gesturing to the ivy-covered bricks that blocked most of the asylum from view. The wall went around a long way, and was over eight feet tall.
Why do they have guards? I thought. Who are they keeping in? Who are they keeping out?
"Well, they can't let people get out, can they?" Bruce asked innocently, watching me as I parked the old police car next to an oak tree a few yards from the asylum.
"It's a hospital." I said, stepping out of the car and walking towards the gate. "Not a prison."
"I'm sure they don't want anyone to hurt themselves." Bruce said. "Or get lost like Mrs. Dewitt Bukater."
"Something's off."
"What's that, boss?"
"I don't know..." I said quietly. "But I'll figure it out... you can be sure of that."
"Whatever you say, boss." He replied unconcernedly.
The guards looked nervous, which made me think that Rose must've been dangerous. No one in their right mind could ever be scared of Bruce- right off the bat you could see he was as harmless as a puppy. And I wasn't even wearing my uniform- I didn't, most days, I just kept my sheriff badge inside my pocket. And I knew I wasn't always the most sociable person in the world, I hadn't been since Aubree died, but it wasn't like they could sense my reclusiveness. And if they could, I don't know why it would make them nervous.
"Guns, please?" One of the guards asked, holding out his hand to take my weapon.
I was taken aback. Never in my career had I been asked to discard my gun before a case.
I fumbled for my badge, "We're the police from-"
"With all due respect, officer, it doesn't matter to us." He said. "It's a hospital."
"Then why are you guarding it?" I quipped.
"I'm just doing my job, sir." He told me wearily. "I'm sorry, but rules are rules."
"I'm a sheriff, so obviously I know that rules exist for a reason... in a situation like this I might explain the reason... so can you give me one?"
"We... don't want to scare the patients." He answered. "Most of them are here because of traumatic experiences."
"My overcoat will cover my gun."
"Listen, sir, I'm aware you aren't fond of the rule, but you won't get in unless you follow it."
I sighed, and handed over my 1911.