*Fear is the path to the Dark Side. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering-Yoda*
Trudging back to his grandmother's territory, Crane attempted to control his impulse to sob bitterly. He watched as his breath crystallized in the frigid air and wondered why he was given life, it was certainly not out of love. "I told that whore to get rid of you!" his grandmother would hiss, sharply emphasizing every word with a harsh whack against his scarred flesh. Gritting his teeth he gently scolded himself at his weakness. You can't be weak she can smell fear...they all can. Jonathan's grip tightened around the broken fragments of his glasses in hopes to repair them in his solitary room. Passing the rows of barren fields, his tiny frame shuddered as he felt a presence looming over him. Breathe...just breathe. Mustering courage Crane's fists clenched as he turned around and shouted, "Do you need something?!" Startled, he realized it was only a weathered scarecrow, it's burlap face twisted into an eerie grin, it's musty straw-stuffed hands opened in an open embrace. Jonathan began to chuckle then he went hysterical. You were worried about a scarecrow! A DAMN scarecrow! It was funny, just too rich… Tears fell again onto the snow as Crane methodically strode up to the creature and poked it's shirt feeling the wooden backbone holding the farmer's creation up.
"Well? Are you going to be like them? Make fun of me like those barbarians, look it's the impoverished demon from hell!" crying hysterically he clenched onto the worn, fabric shirt of the scarecrow for dear life, it was the only thing keeping his hold on wearing reality, the only comfort he could possess. Pressing his loathing onto the thing he felt a sense of relief, all his repressed anger subsiding. Realizing the time he began to run to the house of his nightmares, swearing he heard someone say, I'll see you again Johnny boy.
*A mind that is afraid withers away; it cannot function properly- Krishnamurti*
Lynda gave a smirk of amusement at Crane's retort as he pushed the amorphous blob back toward her. Eyes narrowed, she contemplated her next mood until he caught her off guard, "I am quite curious Ms. Lynda, why are you interested in pursuing psychology?"
Eyes widening at the attempt at polite conversation Lynda sputtered and wandered her eyes toward the puppet as she drawled methodically, "The brain is such a complex creature. I want to discover the natural triggers that causes it to disease, to hallucinate in some. It really interested me when I heard of the Sybil case, a farce if I may add. In the 1970's after Sybil was introduced, multiple personalities became a phenomenon. Thousands of cases were reported yearly! Through poor psychiatry practices and drugs, women believed they suffered from abuse that never existed, children and adults in their minds they had never realized were there. Fear is a primal trigger and I wish to understand what lies beneath the surface." Seeing the professor's rosy lips open in surprise she let stifled a giggle and snorted.
Man! I would love to show her something primal. Bring out that fear inside of her! Meow!
She is much more interesting than I originally thought… maybe she will be more use besides entertainment.
Tell her then Johnny boy. Heck maybe there will be a female scarecrow inside her head for me! Ooh…my straw is itching in excitement.
I am gagging in revulsion.
"Hey Dummy! You rude idiot! You didn't tell me there was a hot dame sittin' next to us!", the Dummy cried as the wooden fists smashed his head, causing a litter of splinters to stab into his milky flesh "How's it hangin' toots?" Red painted lips clacked together in a mock kiss while Lynda began to flush as the Dummy's brown eyes glittered underneath his thick-rimmed glasses. "Ya like wood right?"
Flushed with fury, Lynda stood up swiftly and began to storm away toward a high security door. Crane pinched the bridge of his nose in attempt to control his amused emotions as he stood up and followed her towards the door, "Miss Lynda!"
"You numbskull! Don't just stare at the air like an idiot! Feed me more applesauce before I send my termites to chew your face off!"
Author's Note: A shorter ending to the cafeteria scene, and I hope to get into internships soon (yay)! Reviews and follows are really values (more than my fear toxin) and motivate me to keep going. Until then, my test subjects try to keep from gouging your eyes out in fear.
