We Are Not Insane!
Chapter Eleven:
Drakken trailed behind two guards with his hands cuffed behind him, heading in the general direction of his assigned therapist's office.
He absolutely hated therapy, it just involved sitting in a room with a person in front of you writing down everything you say as they put words into your mouth and wrongly diagnosed you.
Apparently, though, in Arkham you had to go to therapy so you could be diagnosed and then work on getting better. Pah, he thought, I'll show them 'getting better'.
The guards in front of him stopped outside of a wooden door and turned to him. He turned around to see another guard holding a gun whilst one of the other two unlocked his handcuffs.
Once his hands were free, he turned back around and was led into the room by the guards. As he took a seat in front of his therapist, one of the guards told the therapist, '"we'll be outside should you need us. Just give us a shout," his therapist thanked them and shooed them out with his hand.
Both Drakken and his therapist, Dr Smith, sat in silence for a few seconds as Smith wrote a few notes on his clipboard. Drakken watched in irritation as Smith scribbled out something and began to rewrite.
Unable to take anymore of the annoying sound of pen on paper, Drakken snapped, "hello?! Aren't you going to talk to me?" Dr Smith looked up as if he'd just remembered he was there and smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry," he apologised with a laugh, "I was just filling out this form," he waved the paper at Drakken to show him what he was talking about, but it was too fast for him to read so he just made a noise of acceptance and crossed his arms.
Once his shrimp had finished filling out the form (thankfully he'd picked up the pace), Smith placed it on his desk and finally turned his attention to his patient.
"Now, Drew, you mentioned in your last session that you planned to take over he world one day?" Dr Smith started, "why is that? Why do you want to take over the world?"
Drakken uncrossed his arms and shifted in his seat as he started tapping on the arm of the chair, refusing to answer.
"Come on now, Drew, this will only work of you cooperate," Dr Smith chided.
Drakken looked at Dr Smith for a moment before a smile spread across his face and he sat up in his chair. "Okay, doc, but if I answer your questions, you have to answer some of mine in return," Drakken proposed.
His therapist looked understandably unsure at the proposition, but after a brief moment's hesitation, he smiled once more and accepted. He repeated his first question to Drakken for him to answer.
Drakken pressed the tips of his fingers together as he began to explain why he wanted to take over the world, "well, you see, when I was a college student, my classmates would always ridicule me and my ideas-"
After a long and complicated story, with several side stories, Dr Drakken had eventually explained why he wanted to take over the world. Dr Smith stood up, pushed his glasses back up his nose, and took another piece of blank paper from the side.
He sat back down and finished taking notes on his new piece of paper. When he finished that, he placed his pen down and stretched his fingers as he addressed a proud-looking Drakken, "well, that was a very... interesting story. And, I can see you're very passionate about world domination," he said slowly.
Drakken nodded with his proud expression never leaving his face. Dr Smith turned back to his notes after stretching his fingers, "I just want to talk about this one-"
"Ah, ah, doc, I get to ask you a question now," Drakken interrupted with a frown.
"Of course. I almost forgot, my apologies. Ask away," Dr Smith said.
"Good. Now, I want to ask something that's been on mine and a few other inmates' minds..." Dr Smith nodded for him to continue, "where is my sidekick, Shego?" Drakken growled.
Dr Smith leaned back in his seat and frowned in confusion, picked up his pen and started chewing on the lid, "what do you mean 'where is she'? She's in her cell like she always is," Dr Smith told him around his pen.
"No, she's not. Me and every other inmate were taken for breakfast the other day and when we came back, she was gone. She hasn't been back since. Now I know she hasn't escaped for two reasons. One, it would have been announced. And two, she wouldn't leave without me. I'm her boss, we're like a little evil family, actually," Drakken smiled fondly at the last part, but then resumed his glare when he remembered he was supposed to be angry.
Dr Smith stuttered for a moment as he processed this information. "I-I don't know where she is. There's been no announcement of a breakout, you're right, but I also haven't been informed of any transfers. She's my patient, too, and I would know if she'd broken out or been transferred.
"I tell you what, I'll look into it. I promise. In the meantime, however, we need to get this session over, we've still got another ten minutes," Dr Smith promised.
Dr Drakken nodded, agreeing to continue, but he was most definitely confused. How could an entire prison with guards that carried weapons and patients that could kill said guards like it was nothing, lose a patient? Something weird was going on and Drakken had to find Shego before she got caught up in it.