A/N: I'm back! I'm thanking you all for your reviews! I'm moving on now!
I have to go back and tally all the votes for Adura's little 'playground', explore it in-game to remain realistic, and write the chapter, but till then here's a little bonus for you.
The recording machine was large, and hideously out of date, but the doctor said it would 'have to do'.
"Interview number 1, patient name Addison Jacobs, also known as Adura." The doctor stated.
"Oh really? I didn't know that." I stated sarcastically, leaning forward in my chair. It made an annoying plastic squeak, something the bothered the doctor. Smirking, I leaned back, hearing it squeak again. Several times I moved back and forth before the doctor frowned and caught my wrist.
"Stop that." She ordered. I complied, hands up in an 'I'm innocent' position.
"So," I started, leaning forward one last time to lean my elbows on the table, chin it my hands. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I thought I'd start with why you think you're here." The doctor stated. She was fairly old, but she aged well. Probably one of those new grandmothers who absolutely love everything about themselves and spend all their money of gifts for their grandchildren.
"I think I'm sitting in a chair, freezing my ass off, pretending to give a shit." I stated calmly.
"I'm serious, Miss Jacobs,"
"Adura." I interrupted.
"Miss Jacobs," she continued, unfazed, "we just want to help you."
"Why is it so hard to call me Adura? It's my name." I argued.
"Here at Arkham we want to heal our patients quickly, yet stably. We won't use criminal names, but rather the names society will recognize you by."
"And society will recognize me as Adura." I stated. "Is this your first day here?" I asked. She did look slightly unfamiliar.
"I – yes." She said. Some part of her seemed more breakable now that she had made that little mistake. "I was working at a different facility, a few towns over."
"Oh!" I enthusiastically cried. "Well then I'll cut you a break."
She seemed excited at that, oblivious.
"When I get out of here – when, not if – I'll find you first. I could do something terrible to you. Let's say… shove a sword down your throat. Then I would pull it out in one quick go, pulling your stomach out with it. And while you're in innumerable pain, watching your own stomach come out of your mouth, slowly dying and having nothing to do to stop it, I would lock you in a room and set it on fire." Oh goodie, she's turned so green she looks like Shrek. "But I wouldn't do that to you, no." I finished. "I'd just set you on fire."
The recorder just had time to hear her spill her guts on the floor before it clicked off.
A/N: lol, Adura's first patient interview! She's a gross little girl, isn't she? I'm sorry for those of you who have enough imagination to see that. Reviews!
