Chapter 003: In which Yusuke is woken up at five in the morning.
Bright in the morning – or so it was outside, the room with the softer padded walls and the dim lighting was still as dark as it usually was. Yawning, the patient slowly woke, looking down with blood-shot eyes at the charcoal drawings she'd half slept on, and almost immediately she started scribbling on them again. The images were far more vivid in her mind this morning, she'd had another dream about them. Smiling a little, she sketched out some faces, though the details were fuzzy as always.
Though, Angelica's delightful mood wouldn't last long. As her mind slowed down, her sketches became darker, until there wasn't a single one that didn't involve someone being dismembered, stabbed, gored, dismantled, or anything else that would shed blood and cause pain. Her hazel eyes grew darker and dim, almost lifeless like a doll's eyes. The girl knew something was coming, she just didn't know what exactly. Looking toward the door, a set of dim hazel irises stared as the knob turned and a familiar nurse walked in. "Come on, Angelica, get up," she spoke, her irritatingly coral painted lips moving just barely, allowing them to stick to each other in the corners of her mouth.
"Shut up," she replied to the plastic-voiced woman, cutting off the last word she spoke. "Get out of my room. I don't want you in here. Get out. Get out and shut up." Her words were slightly testy, nearly edging on a threat if she wasn't heeded in short order.
"Angelica, don't try that with me, young lady," the plastic-voiced, sticky-lipped woman scolded her, trying to sound like she was the girl's mother. "You have a special appointment this morning. Either you go, or Dr. Kimiyama won't be tending you this evening. We'll get someone else."
"I told you," Angelica said, standing up. "To shut up and get out of my room. I want you to leave. And I'm still going to see my doctor tonight. Not some other doctor. Get out. Get out." Her voice grew slightly louder as she spoke. "Get OUT!," she finally shouted, causing the nurse to become more than a little agitated.
"Be quiet, you psycho bitch," the nurse spat at Angelica, sinking a pair of white stiletto heels into the white, padded room as she walked forward just enough to backhand the girl for talking back to her. How DARE she, a mentally unstable girl very clearly known for mood swings, even think about talking out of turn or in an angry manner?
No more was the girl hit, then something in her head snapped. Her eyes went utterly blank, filtering to a lifeless, dull gold color, and as she gazed upon the plastic nurse, she inexplicably lifted into the air. No, only half of her did, from the bottom of her stomach to the top of her head began to float above her hips and legs. "I don't like you," she spoke in an uncharacteristically cold voice, ignoring the woman's flailing limbs. Finger by finger, Angelica reached up and tore them off 'til only hands were left. She then tore the hands off, then forearms, her hands staining in the blood of this idiotically fake woman. Even her breasts were fake – this was discovered upon two little squishy balls of silicone that plopped to the floor with two little "plik" noises. "I knew everything about you was fake," she said, the woman dropping lifelessly to the ground. With the door left open, Angelica stepped out into the hallway, leaving a trail of bloody footsteps – though she took one of the balls of silicone with her to squish and play with. Even the normal part of her always wanted to know what they felt like, and to squish one. Now was as good a time as ever.
About halfway down the hallway, Angelica abruptly collapsed, falling down to her knees and then flat onto her stomach. Blinking, she glanced around, her vision becoming foggy. There was a stinging pain in her arm, she hadn't even seen the only doctor she could trust sneak up on her and jab a needle full of sedatives into her upper left arm. Her hazy eyes found his face, an immediate look of betrayal crossing into her eyes, despite the apology on his face. "N...Not you," she said before she lost consciousness.
Upon her regaining of consciousness, she found herself unable to move again. The straight jacket she wore every day and every night was placed around her again, the pants as well. Angelica quickly found she couldn't even wiggle around at all, quickly noting that she was strapped into what appeared to be a bed of some sort. Even her head was strapped down, and that mask was snug to her face, like always. Still feeling the effects of the sedative, she barely saw above her what looked like an ice pick heading for her face. Is this what that fake woman was referring to?, she asked herself in silence, realizing that there was no way she could escape this. Instead, she just stared into the surgeon's eyes as the instrument was essentially hammered into her skull and stirred around like someone's coffee. Immediately she felt her mind slipping away from her again, flashes happening before her eyes. Red hair, black hair, slicked back, spiky, long and pompadour, but no faces. The instrument was removed from the back of her eye socket, and a second, sterile one was put into place.
The second instrument was hammered into the back of her other eyesocket, and as it was, Angelica's mind went blank for a full three seconds before the room was filled with the sound of seams, threads and restraints being ripped all to hell. Over the span of two seconds, quite literally, her restraints were ripped and her surgeon had an instrument akin to an ice pick shoved into his throat and Angelica was sitting herself up, taking the second instrument out of her eye socket. What had happened, she wasn't sure of, but she was certain that her favourite colour was definitely red, as it soon stained the room quite nicely. With freshly clawed hands, she tore at the restraints calmly with an oddly stoic look to her face, only concentrating on remembering those faces. She knew at least one of them, she'd seen them before.
As the establishment was leveled, Yusuke's communicator started going crazy, waking the young detective from a near-dead sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he groaned and hit a button to let Koenma talk so it could stop driving him insane. "Whaddaya want, Koenma," Yusuke asked through a yawn, being shaken awake upon the frantic voice of the prince of the Spirit World.
"Yusuke, I don't know how we missed this one, there's been an incident about twenty miles west of you. Estimate thirty-one people killed, the entire establishment leveled, and the one causing this is on the move, heading straight for you at an alarming pace!," the temporary toddler exclaimed. "She's moving faster than Hiei usually does. You're going to want to get on this, I can't get any information on this creature. I've already alerted Kurama and he's on his way to find Hiei. Good luck!" The ruler's voice faded into nothing.
Looking at his clock, Yusuke cursed. Five in the morning, and some rogue demon terrorizing a town and killing people. The hell was the world coming to?
