Where Do We Stand....
Written by : Solitary Dragon...
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Where do we stand.... Dorothy?



Outside of a kaleidoscope of colour, some place morbid. Dark and gloomy but sheltered ...Paradime?



Where are we?



What are we doing here?



We're on the edge of something good, yet we're not in it. It's like waiting for something, anticipating it's return but it's not here.... It's coming, whatever it is, it's coming.What is it.... what is the 'it', I'm so desperate to find. There are no answers here, but there are some out there, underground maybe. However, where is the 'it' ? Too hard, too hard to figure out...



Amnesia.



Is it really that.....



Amnesia.... or, do we really want to know. Do we try to forget because we don't want to remember. Why are we like this ? We're so distant... so far away.



We're not connected ... we're .... we're not the same.
Why is that ?



It's so confusing, not knowing who we are. Were we, destined to meet each other, or was it just by chance..... Can you tell me, Dorothy .....



Can you answer me? That's all I want .... A straight answer.


Dorothy....Dorothy .....DOROTHY.... /



Hushed footsteps echo in the hall, before fading away. All that was left was the laughter of a lunatic.



" There's nothing more we can do... it seems, Mr.Smith is getting worst and worst everyday. The treatment does nothing to him, it's .... it's as if.... " the doctor paused.



"He's an enigma.... That's all. " the hooded figure ended quietly, as she sat opposite the doctor in his office.The maroon painted office clashed horribly with the ..... with everything. It looked as though someone had been shot and their blood was splatter across the room, on the walls at least. Everything else was either brown or white.



"We can pull the plug. Put the poor man out of his misery. It's the only humane thing to do. That's the course of action I would take." the doctor stated, while fiddling his thumbs on his lap. The eerie light office was at the back of the building and the thin walls did little to shut out the screams of the other patients.



" No.You talk about him as though he were an animal. Roger is a strong man, with pride. He will recover, he has too." the red caped figure replied firmly. Looking defiantly back at the middled-aged doctor. Whose bald head, gave off a glow from the swaying light bulb above.


Reclining slightly in his chair, he proceeded." He's clinically insane, you saw what he did. He has hyperasthesia, he's taken to fits of rage out of the blue and he's also adopted cannibalistic tendencies. Even if, he recovered, he would be a threat to everyone as well as himself. Rethink your decision and do the right thing. I'm begging you, it wouldn't hurt him, there would be no pain."



" Thank you, doctor. I've heard quite enough. I'll be keeping in touch then." the bone chilling feminine voice replied. Standing; a slender hand reached out to give a firm handshake to the fat doctor, before leaving.




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Disclaimer:
I do not own Big O and why would I want to .... This is what happens when I get too bored . I don't own Queen either .... I sorta used a part of their song. Don't sue meeeeeee. Excuse the spelling of Paradime .... I don't think that's the spelling. I'm making no profit off my awful attemp at a fic .... PLEASE .....PLEASE ..... review this fic. Excuse any other spelling or grammer mistakes too.