Chapter Nine


Author's Note: I will be postponing this story for a while until I publish my preview for my new story "Phantom Company." You can check my bulletin board in my profile to see more details. Keep the reviews rolling!


The tranquilizer was wearing off and Blu could feel his eyes working again. It scurried around but his vision was still blurry and sluggish. Then, the image focused itself once more and Blu found himself in a bare room.

The walls were white, like the hospital room, and there was only a table and two chairs. One of the chairs was normal while the other was a strapped chair. Unfortunately for Blu, he was sitting on the strapped chair. His wings were uncomfortably stretched out and restrained, along with his talons that were fastened by two leather belts.

Blu heard a doorknob turning and saw Chris stepped in. He had a fixed smile on his face. The same smile like the one when he first met Blu. When he first beat him in chess.

Blu wanted to smudge that grin from his face and he sharply jerked his wings forward. This only made the chair toppled forward and fall down on itself. William was still smiling as he helped Blu up.

"That was a pointless attempt Blu, surely you should have known that the energy would have caused you to fall down."

Then Chris slammed a small briefcase onto the metal table. It clearly stood out from the room with its jet-black coating.

"It is very nice to meet you again Mr. Gunderson", Chris said.

The parrot seated himself comfortably and Blu started to jolt from the tight restraints. It feels like two sprinting horses that are pulling his wings apart.

"I know the restraints are quite an overkill but we had to Blu." Chris said. Blu wanted to get to the point and in a shuttering voice he spluttered, "Where am I?"

Chris erased the smile from his face and replaced it with a mild expression. In a gentle tone he said, "You are in a mental institute Blu. Hell, I didn't expect Brazil to even have one but..." The voice trailed off and bounced off the wall. But Blu heard the words rebound to him and it didn't came from the blank wall.

Blu tried to hop his chair around while Chris watched with amusement. At one end of the room was a window. And William stood behind it.

Blu turned enraged. "YOU!" Chris lifted his eyebrows in puzzlement and Blu made another attempt to break free.

He leaped toward the windowpane to only be restrained again, and he fell down. Chris exhaled noisily and picked Blu upright. The macaw yelled, "You traitor!"

Thinking that it was meant for him, Chris replied, "I have done nothing wrong Blu. I am merely trying to help you."

"Help me? Good God! Then you can start by untying me and letting me beat the crap out of William!"

Chris felt unsettled and looked at the window. He glared hard for a lengthy amount of time before saying, "And who are you exactly talking to?"

"To William, he's right there!"

Chris scowled a little and said, "It's just you and me Blu. No one else is here. Well, except for the two guards that are waiting outside with their tazers but you know."

Then the parrot clicked the case's hatch open and started to pull some papers out. He tossed it on the white table along with a very small journal. It was the same paper that William had given him and the journal was Blu's.

Chris said, "We found these while you were dragged from the building Blu. It appears to me that you were merely copying the formulas from your journal and onto the papers."

He opened the journal and started to flip through the thin pages. Some of which, were stained with crimson blood. "Like this, 'Page 96: Matter Diffusion Theory' and this equation here, is the same as the one you wrote on your paper. And this William? I'm sorry to say this but, I think you might be a schizophrenic."

Blu fell back against his chair even more. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. William was too real to be fake. Then Blu spoke up, "But everything? It was so real."

Chris clapped his wings together and excitingly said, "Exactly! Everyone who is schizophrenic would always say that their imagination is real! Which is why I planned ahead to get you fixed up in no time Mr. Gunderson."

Two human guards came in with their tazers dangling from their right hip.

Blu suddenly felt that the restraining chair wasn't so bad. "I rather to stay in this very comfortable chair, thank you."

Chris chuckled and said, "Don't worry Blu, they aren't going to taze you... I think."

Blu was unbuckled from the tight straps and the feeling flowed back into his wings. One of the guards picked Blu up and he could literally smell the aftershave. They were walking down a hallway and Blu was starting to become more tense. He could hear the crude laughing of maniacs that were jailed behind steel doors.

They turned a corner and only a double-door was present. There were no dialers, guards, or cameras. It was just a regular door.

Chris flew in front of Blu and whispered to him, "I know how you feel Blu. Just think this. Every door leads to a new discovery. And a new discovery leads to new knowledge."

Blu entered and he already bumped into something. It was a large bed with more of those leather straps.

Isn't irony fun?

He looked around some more and Blu saw a one-way mirror. Somebody is going to be watching him and hopefully it won't be Davis. It felt weird to know that you can't see that specific person, but they can see you clearly.

"They're watching me?" Blu asked. The window seems darker everytime he glanced at it.

Chris said, "Yes Blu. That's how much they care about you. Or specifically, how much 'she' cares about you. Now, if you don't mind."

Chris waved him toward the bed. Blu laid on it and he felt the cushioning starting to swallow him. The guards cautiously strapped Blu and William Harrison stepped into the room.

William said in a comforting voice, "Just relax Blu, it will be over before you know it." He slipped a needle out of his pocket and slowly started to inject the medicine into Blu. The macaw instantly fell asleep and the operation began.

Linda, Tulio, Fernando, Jewel, Rafael, Pedro, Nico, and even Luiz, watched intently through the glass window. They could see William injecting another medicine into Blu as he purposefully insert the needle into specific parts of the macaw's body.

For a while, things seemed calm. Then Blu started to quiver. The slight shaking ascend into a more vicious beat. Soon Blu was ferociously shaking in a couple of seconds.

The strapped bed shook along with him while William and the guards were trying to sustain Blu. William whispered to one of the guards and nodded. He left the room.

Blu continued the mini-earthquake and the guards were starting to struggle with the macaw's condition. William came into the observatory room and talked to Linda.

Her eyes were full of tears but her voices was nearly the same. "How long?" she asked.

William only replied, "Two week, during those weeks every night this will happen, make sure that Blu takes his medicine afterward for three times a day. We will monitor him for about a month or two and call us if anything goes wrong."

The shaking stopped.


(One month later)

Another month has passed and Blu's schizophrenia is supressed by the surgery and medication. During his healing, Linda was constantly in check with her precious bird. For the first two weeks, Blu would continously thrash around his bird cage while he slept. His wings would bang against the steel bars and his head would flick up and down for nearly fifteen minutes before he calmed down.

Sometimes Blu's thrashing would become so violent that his bird cage would nearly unhook itself and fall. So Linda tried to place it on the dining table which stretched six feet in length and width. This helped with the safety issue but it didn't ease Blu's condition as he continued thrashing for another two weeks.

Afterward, Blu was taking these medication that was suppose to help with his schizophrenia. He had to swallow these exteremely bitter pills and the taste of it would linger in his mouth and he would sometime lose his appetite.

Now in present time, Blu was casually perched on his little bird swing with the steel arch of the cage looming over his head. He had a pencil in his talon and he repeatedly tapped it against his head as he was trying to create a new theory.

Then, Linda gently tapped on the cage and said, "It's time for your medicine Blu." He slightly groaned because if he takes the medicine then ,not only, will the bitterness overhwhelm his hunger but this will affect his thinking by making him more mellow and dull.

Linda tried to force feed the pill to Blu's beak but he eagerly clamped it shut.

With a quick hand motion, Linda showed a cereal box in front of Blu's face, "Look Blu! Yummy isn't it?"

Blu admits that the trick is becoming quite old but the cereal does look appetizing and tempting. Without warning, Blu's taste bud disintegrated as the bitter pill somehow managed to escape into his mouth. "Got ya" Linda sneered.

Blu started to chug a heaving load of water and the doorbell rang. Linda opened the door and he could hear her talking in a warm voice.

"Oh hello. Don't be shy, come on in. I'm sure Blu would be more than happy to see you."

Chris entered the room with a huge grin on his face. The smile could have reached his eyes but stopped at the corner of his beak. "Blu" Chris said "I see you are perfectly healthy. Doing some math homeworks already?"

Blu smiled back and said, "Yes I am. A genius cannot rest even when he is injured or crippled." Chris continued smiling but his voice turned more worringly, "True. But a genius can't solve anything if he is dead."

Then the parrot flew on top of the table and landed slightly hard. "Blu, I want to talk to you about something." The word 'something' seems offfensive to Blu but he asked, "And what do you want to talk about? Trigonometry? Chemistry? Calculus?"

Chris still smiled but his voice changed again. "No. I want to talk about doors Blu."


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