Fear

(Disturbed)

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Dr. Perry Cox pinched the bridge of his nose. His face was scrunched up as though in pain, when really he was just pissed off. Jordan had taken Jack to her mother's house without his permission. Again. He whistled sharply, and all the interns obediently scurried into a messy group. Barbie called in sick that day, so he couldn't torture her. And Newbie was late, damn him.

And so, someone else was going to die instead. Skiddily-doo-da-day. Perry rolled his neck, hearing some satisfying cracking sounds, and then saw fit to crack his knuckles too, just to scare them more.

He smirked to himself as the interns visibly paled. He scanned the group of faces for suitable prey.

His dark blue gaze locked itself on Nervous Guy. Doug swallowed out of pure fear. The other interns gave him looks of pity.

He stalked up into the intern's pale face. "Hey, reject!" Doug flinched. "I'll bet you think you have a good reason to be living in the limelight of the fortunate ones?"

Doug spluttered to say 'No!' but Perry continued as though the poor intern never even opened his mouth. "You're too weakened by the poison that they feed you in the living lie. They don't believe you. Call to no one, trust in nothing, little impotent one."

He poked Doug on the forehead sharply at the last part, and the overly-nervous intern promptly… fainted. Perry had to fight to keep himself from laughing out loud, to be honest. He had a reputation to keep.

He heard a snicker and turned his head, eyes landing on another taller, thinner, gangly-looking male intern. "Hey punk ass!" He barked out, immediately throwing his face into the younger kid's. The twig-like intern yelped in surprise and fear.

Fear. Perry loved that word. As long as it wasn't coming from him… "Are you listening?! Can you hear me, or are you deaf and dumb to my language?" He was starting to sound more animalistic with every word, he could hear it. The thin intern just stared at him, frozen and wide-eyed. "Do the real words seem to hurt you?"

The younger doctor-in-training actually seemed to muster up courage (from God knows where) and start to make some kind of a motion with his hands before Perry threw out his own hands, now fists, and said mockingly while sneering, "Well, put 'em up muthafucka!"

With that, he whirled and this time targeted a female intern, who backed up a few steps fearfully. "You're gonna feel it when I stamp it on your forehead, so that you'll never forget that you're a reject, and you're no one, and you're nothing, little impotent one."

He stepped back now, chart in hand, and he snarled at all of them, "Now, does it scare you that I'm able to discern what to love and what to burn?" He was smiling all the way.

Geezus, Perry thought to himself, I'm enjoying this way too much.

JD then found it a good time to walk into the room and straight into Perry's line of sight. Straight into the line of fire.

The spiteful redhead's shit-eating grin couldn't get any wider as he whistled sharply to get his Newbie's attention. JD looked at him in shock, his blue eyes wide. But to Perry's frustration he saw no fear in those damned doe eyes of the kid's. "Hey, reject!" he roared, stalking up to the new resident with what he knew were crazy eyes, as Carla liked to call them. "You know, I'll bet you think you have a good reason to be living in the limelight of the fortunate ones." He threw his face into the brunette's, who didn't move. "You know?" He huffed out a breath into the kid's face, effectively blowing JD's black hair back a bit.

A moment of silence passed, and JD, as usual, was…

Completely unaffected.

He smiled that irritating smile of his and pranced off, while throwing a cheerful "Morning, Dr. Cox!" over his shoulder. Carla snickered in the background.

Perry just stood there, stunned, before growling and going back to work.

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A/N: My apologies if what Perry was saying didn't make much sense, but those were the lyrics to the song and it just seemed like something he would say. Review?