Brucie Boy part 9
Curiosity lay on her back resting; her eyes closed but her mind wide awake, listening to the roll of thunder in the distance. Lightning cracked not far away and she smiled slightly. This place may not be paradise but she enjoyed it for the little things, the soft patter of rain on the window panes above her head, the footsteps of the passing orderly, even the faint sound of a clock ticking outside her cell door.
The nights at Arkham were peaceful in a sense but she knew what lurked in the minds of the nearby patients. It scared her sometimes. To think that every other person in the world had their own thoughts, their own desires, dreams, and nightmares. Every person here was unique. She had once thought that the people around her thought of the same things just from a different stand point but if everyone thought of the same things then the world was a much more frightening and dismal place for she knew what lurked in the recesses of her own mind and the feelings that went with these thoughts.
She smiled again and this time almost laughed, but stopped herself for she didn't want to attract any unwanted attention here. Just a little longer… just a little longer and she would have what she wanted and be out of here. Her whole reason for being here was not because she had been careless or had tried to kill herself, but because of her insatiable curiosity for which she had named herself for.
Aliases came and went but Curiosity was a name that always suited her, no matter the situation.
She sat up and looked out of her cell as the last orderly walked by for the next hour and twenty minutes. She watched him leave, walking past her cell without even glancing inside. She wasn't considered one of the more "dangerous" patients.
She almost laughed at this. What did they know?
She had been diagnosed with avoidant personality disorder because of her refusal to speak for two months when she first decided that she was going to Arkham. She had her "friends" in this city send recommend her to a psychiatrist first and then when she refused to speak and stared off into space during the appointments she was sent to Arkham just as planned to see Dr. Hugo Strange. They attempted to print her and find out her name but it was impossible. She was born without ridges on her fingers and toes. Her hands and feet were totally smooth.
Now was the time to put her plan into action AND maybe get a little revenge on that stupid Dr. Strange who constantly annoyed her with questions about her real name even though she had told him many times that she had forgotten it. She had studied the cameras on her way back to her cell thoroughly and come to the conclusion that three cameras in the hall were dummies. And it just so happened that one of these cameras was directly in front of her cell.
She grinned, showing off her sharp teeth, causing her to look like the Cheshire cat once more. She removed the keys she had retrieved from Dr. Strange's office when she had stolen his hair piece from the tank of her toilet and reached around to unlock her cell. Everything was going just as planned…