Day 14 – Mind
It was never an easy job. Going into someone's mind and trying to make it more…normal. And his mind? Forget it. There was no normal for Victor Creed. There was only leveling out. Bringing him down and calming him the hell out so he could function.
Birdy rarely complained. She wasn't sure she had a right to, considering what he did and what she helped him to do. The blood on her hands was just as warm, wet and sticky as it was on his. But he paid her well and she never wanted anything.
Occasionally, though, she needed a break. A break from the overwhelming fear and horror and desperation in his mind that she tried to control for him. It wasn't often, but sometimes, Creed would be looking for Birdy, for some insignificant thing, and he would find her in her private bath. Behind the closed door and under the cover of the shower's spray he could hear her crying. If he ever felt any guilt at this it was momentary and quickly forgotten as soon as he left the bedroom. In Victor Creed's mind, this was just the normal order of things.