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Author's Note: Anyone mind if I use that disclaimer for the whole thing? No? Okay then. C&C are greatly appreciated, by the way. It's rated PG-13 for mild language, violence/mild gore, and some suggestive themes. Okay then, let's get started. Oh, one more thing. Words in these indicate the point of view.
The ID Project
By Meltdown
PrologueViridian Asylum
2:57pmDr. Smith
God, I hate paperwork. But it's a part of the job, and I get paid an outrageous amount of money for it, so I'm not complaining. It still sucks though. "Excuse me, Dr. Smith?" I looked up wearily. Just my secretary. Oh, excuse me, 'administrative assistant', Nancy. "Mail's here." Good, I need a break. "Just set it on the desk somewhere." She set it on the corner and turned to leave. "By the way Nancy, what are my appointments for this afternoon?" She went over to her calendar on the other side of the room and began to read. "You have a brief meeting with the Board of Directors at three, you need to pick up your laundry from the dry cleaners, and a session with patient three seven four five six at four fifteen." Good, not much going on. "Thank you Nancy, that will be all." She once again turned to leave. The only really pressing matter will be that meeting with the Board. At three, is it? I looked up at the clock. "Two fifty-eight!? Crap!" I threw on my coat, stuffed the mail in my pocket, and dashed out into the hall.
"You're late, Robert." I looked up at the clock in the employee lounge. 3:01. Crap. "Sorry. I was buried in paperwork and lost track of time, and..." He cut me off abruptly. "We need to get this meeting over with, I have better things to do." Asshole. "Okay then, we'll get down to business. This isn't a social call. The reformation period for patient three seven four five six is almost up. Only another week, I believe." Said the Board Chairman. He crossed his legs and made a steeple with his fingers. "So?" It is? I hadn't even realized it was getting close. But why would there be a meeting of the top brass in the biz just for one patient? And what's worse is I can't remember for the life of me what that patient's name is. Damn numbering system. "Robert, the results?" Results? Must be evaluation results. They would have been mailed to me...Mail! I plunged my hand into my pocket. "Uh...Uh..." I moaned as I sorted through the mail. Bill, bill, contest, letter from my mother...son of a gun! There it is! "H-Here they are!" The Board members stared as I quickly read through them. "Just the results, Doctor." That same asshole. "Basically normal. Some small issues, but basically mentally healthy in every way." They seemed to let out the breath they were holding. The Board Chairman spoke up. "Well Robert, I have to congratulate you. He was a complete lunatic when the police brought him in. And in three year's time you've reformed him. I'm impressed. And that's hard to do. And when someone does impress me, it does good things for those people." He flashed a smile at me and stood up. "This meeting's over. You are all dismissed." The members of the Board quickly filed out of the room. I let out a sigh of relief. I still have my job, and quite possibly a promotion! I picked up the results and prepared to leave. But not before reading the name on the form. Ashura Ketchum.
