Mortality To The Night
Disclaimer, I don't own the story, all characters are borrowed for your own personal entertainment and all that stuff.The characters might be out of character, but it's just a story so don't take offense to it, alright? Just try to enjoy the story and if it's THAT bad, you'd better email me and give me tips to put them into character a little more. It's one of my first fanfics so give it a break.
Ages: Trunks - 21 - Goten - 20 - Pan - 13 - Bra - 14 - Tien - N/A (must be ancient, just kidding.)
Keepers are another name for psychiatrists.
Chapter 1 - A Request None Can Sustain
He was assigned a job he least wanted, he was assigned a date with fate, as destiny had it. He was chosen to aid mental patients sort out their problems so power hungry scientists could explore the patients' minds. It sickened him to no end that there were people in the world whom believed and manipulating these patients into acting like white lab rats. Yet, there was something inside of him that smiled at the opportunity, it made him hungry for power.Just like his family.
The man in a white over coat grabbed a clipboard with some profiles clipped to it and walked casually towards his boss' office. His boss was someone he'd known since he was born, but more about that later.
The white walls seemed blurred as he walked past, full of coldness and nothing but secrets that could never be told. The lights over head, single light bulbs hanging from the ceiling approximately 5 feet apart, acted as a stream of blinding light above his head. Luckily, his lavender (purple, violet, whatever you prefer,) hair had shielded his eyes slightly, so he didn't catch the full affect. He did have to keep his eyes squinted. The floor was hard and cold marble that kept him firm on the ground when he stepped, but he felt slightly nervous, as if it was too firm.
He kept walking, time was nothing for him, he walked at his own pace, didn't care if all the good things in life passed him by, or if they didn't pass yet. "Hey, slow down, man!" A familiar voice called out. The man walking turned back to see someone so familiar to him, his best friend since he was born.
"Goten, man, what's up?" The man laughed as he waited for his best friend to catch up to him. Goten had spiked black hair, just like his father's, mother's and his brother's. He had the same muscular body as his brother and father too, just as he had the same winning smile and laugh. He had the same personality as his father, loud, rambunctious and totally humorous.
"Nothing, I didn't know you worked here, Trunks." He grinned and continued walking, Trunks fell in step beside him.
"Well I do, and I'm not enjoying it. They treat them like lab rats, they prong them, poke them, and test them. At least it's not a hospital, when hospitals want your blood, I would swear they suck you dry." Trunks joked and kept walking. Suddenly, a familiar voice, not Goten's pulled him away from his thoughts and his lack of keeping track of time.
"Trunks! Where are you going?" Tien called, jumping out from a doorway behind him. (Author's note: I don't know what exactly happened to all of the Z Warriors after Dragon Ball Z ended, I missed that episode because I had to go into town! So mad! So, just bear with me, okay?)
"Sir, sorry, I was concentrating on," he paused, he looked at Goten quickly, "on some stuff going on."
"Well you missed my office, I wait for you and look up to see you walking by! Good thing I saw you and stopped you." He smiled casually as he breezed past some other workers dressed in white as they headed to the mental wards. Trunks and Goten simultaneously brought one hand behind their head and smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry." Goten and Trunks muttered at the same time.
"It's okay, I'm not that harsh, what did you think I was going to do? Spar you in here or what?" Tien said mischievously and punched Trunks in the shoulder playfully. Trunks laughed and headed into Tien's office, followed closely by Goten.
"So, what are you doing here, Goten?" Tien asked Goten as he walked into his office. Tien didn't turn around to face Goten for the answer. Goten looked at Trunks and turned to look at the back of Tien's head.
"Um, I came to find out what I can do, I want a job, a shift with Trunks, if possible." He muttered. Tien nodded and took acknowledge of Goten's request and ushered Goten and Trunks to two chairs seated in front of a large desk.
"Please sit, both of you, I've got assignments for both of you." Tien said as he sat down in his own chair. Goten practically dropped through the chair he was sitting in.
"I've got a job already?" He gapped. Tien laughed and nodded. Trunks laughed as Goten tried to sit straight and make a good impression, but that was almost as impossible as nailing Jell-O to a tree. Tien joined in on the laughter and pulled out a candy dish filled with small pieces of chocolate. Goten eyed it carefully and suddenly dove forward into the dish and began cramming mouthfuls of chocolate into his mouth. Quickly, Goten pulled back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, he cleared his throat.
"Sorry."
"Anyway, as you know, I work in the department of helping people with mental problems, in the Wards, as they call them." Trunks nodded and Goten concentrated hard on the words spoken to him. "I have patients up there, about 15 that I would like you to go talk to. It might take all afternoon but you'll be expecting a good pay." He smirked and Goten lightened up a bit more.
"So, I have the profiles and personas of the patients on my clipboard?" Trunks asked, handing his clipboard over.
"Exactly, introduce yourself, make contact and break through to them."
"You make it sound like we're trying to talk to aliens from another planet." Goten muttered, his face twisting slightly with anguish.
"He didn't mean it that way, Goten." Trunks assured him with more confidence than he felt, although somewhere in his mind, he hoped he believed what he was saying was true. Tien slid a sheet across the smooth desk in front of the guys. On the sheet, it read the following: Black Star Institutions Corp. Date: February 18th, 2003 Names of Keepers: Trunks Briefs and Goten Son
The following has been decided:
As of the 18/02/03 at 8:15 a.m. the Head of the Department of Youth hereby declares Goten Son and Trunks Briefs of the Considered Mentality Wards Department, to be clarified as the new Keepers of the Third Section, Wards numbered 178 - 193. This is an official document that will belong in the Institution's possession until further notice. Signed The Head of the Department Of Youth
Trunks and Goten looked at each other before looking back at Tien. Tien nodded his head towards the door. "Start on Ward 178 and work your way up to 193. It is currently around 10:45 right now, so you should be done by 3:00 or around there. Please, stop for lunch whenever you feel like it. Remember the rules of the wards though and respect the privacy." Tien muttered as he shook hands with both men as they stood up. Goten and Trunks left quickly after that.
"Privacy, its not much of a word if we're here to look into their minds and pry things from them, you know?" Goten muttered as they headed down the hallways, the white walls swirling into a galaxy of white happenings, the lights above them turning into a constant stream of blinding light.
No words were expected from either figure as they headed down the hallway, brushing past workers checking things off on their clipboards, helping people down the hallway. The ways of the institution evaporated as soon as Trunks picked up his identification from his pocket and held it in front of a small mirror. The mirror buzzed quietly and soon, the wall in front of them pulled away and they walked slowly into the gapping hole, away from the blinding lights and the walls that now trailed behind them.
Disclaimer, I don't own the story, all characters are borrowed for your own personal entertainment and all that stuff.The characters might be out of character, but it's just a story so don't take offense to it, alright? Just try to enjoy the story and if it's THAT bad, you'd better email me and give me tips to put them into character a little more. It's one of my first fanfics so give it a break.
Ages: Trunks - 21 - Goten - 20 - Pan - 13 - Bra - 14 - Tien - N/A (must be ancient, just kidding.)
Keepers are another name for psychiatrists.
Chapter 1 - A Request None Can Sustain
He was assigned a job he least wanted, he was assigned a date with fate, as destiny had it. He was chosen to aid mental patients sort out their problems so power hungry scientists could explore the patients' minds. It sickened him to no end that there were people in the world whom believed and manipulating these patients into acting like white lab rats. Yet, there was something inside of him that smiled at the opportunity, it made him hungry for power.Just like his family.
The man in a white over coat grabbed a clipboard with some profiles clipped to it and walked casually towards his boss' office. His boss was someone he'd known since he was born, but more about that later.
The white walls seemed blurred as he walked past, full of coldness and nothing but secrets that could never be told. The lights over head, single light bulbs hanging from the ceiling approximately 5 feet apart, acted as a stream of blinding light above his head. Luckily, his lavender (purple, violet, whatever you prefer,) hair had shielded his eyes slightly, so he didn't catch the full affect. He did have to keep his eyes squinted. The floor was hard and cold marble that kept him firm on the ground when he stepped, but he felt slightly nervous, as if it was too firm.
He kept walking, time was nothing for him, he walked at his own pace, didn't care if all the good things in life passed him by, or if they didn't pass yet. "Hey, slow down, man!" A familiar voice called out. The man walking turned back to see someone so familiar to him, his best friend since he was born.
"Goten, man, what's up?" The man laughed as he waited for his best friend to catch up to him. Goten had spiked black hair, just like his father's, mother's and his brother's. He had the same muscular body as his brother and father too, just as he had the same winning smile and laugh. He had the same personality as his father, loud, rambunctious and totally humorous.
"Nothing, I didn't know you worked here, Trunks." He grinned and continued walking, Trunks fell in step beside him.
"Well I do, and I'm not enjoying it. They treat them like lab rats, they prong them, poke them, and test them. At least it's not a hospital, when hospitals want your blood, I would swear they suck you dry." Trunks joked and kept walking. Suddenly, a familiar voice, not Goten's pulled him away from his thoughts and his lack of keeping track of time.
"Trunks! Where are you going?" Tien called, jumping out from a doorway behind him. (Author's note: I don't know what exactly happened to all of the Z Warriors after Dragon Ball Z ended, I missed that episode because I had to go into town! So mad! So, just bear with me, okay?)
"Sir, sorry, I was concentrating on," he paused, he looked at Goten quickly, "on some stuff going on."
"Well you missed my office, I wait for you and look up to see you walking by! Good thing I saw you and stopped you." He smiled casually as he breezed past some other workers dressed in white as they headed to the mental wards. Trunks and Goten simultaneously brought one hand behind their head and smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry." Goten and Trunks muttered at the same time.
"It's okay, I'm not that harsh, what did you think I was going to do? Spar you in here or what?" Tien said mischievously and punched Trunks in the shoulder playfully. Trunks laughed and headed into Tien's office, followed closely by Goten.
"So, what are you doing here, Goten?" Tien asked Goten as he walked into his office. Tien didn't turn around to face Goten for the answer. Goten looked at Trunks and turned to look at the back of Tien's head.
"Um, I came to find out what I can do, I want a job, a shift with Trunks, if possible." He muttered. Tien nodded and took acknowledge of Goten's request and ushered Goten and Trunks to two chairs seated in front of a large desk.
"Please sit, both of you, I've got assignments for both of you." Tien said as he sat down in his own chair. Goten practically dropped through the chair he was sitting in.
"I've got a job already?" He gapped. Tien laughed and nodded. Trunks laughed as Goten tried to sit straight and make a good impression, but that was almost as impossible as nailing Jell-O to a tree. Tien joined in on the laughter and pulled out a candy dish filled with small pieces of chocolate. Goten eyed it carefully and suddenly dove forward into the dish and began cramming mouthfuls of chocolate into his mouth. Quickly, Goten pulled back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, he cleared his throat.
"Sorry."
"Anyway, as you know, I work in the department of helping people with mental problems, in the Wards, as they call them." Trunks nodded and Goten concentrated hard on the words spoken to him. "I have patients up there, about 15 that I would like you to go talk to. It might take all afternoon but you'll be expecting a good pay." He smirked and Goten lightened up a bit more.
"So, I have the profiles and personas of the patients on my clipboard?" Trunks asked, handing his clipboard over.
"Exactly, introduce yourself, make contact and break through to them."
"You make it sound like we're trying to talk to aliens from another planet." Goten muttered, his face twisting slightly with anguish.
"He didn't mean it that way, Goten." Trunks assured him with more confidence than he felt, although somewhere in his mind, he hoped he believed what he was saying was true. Tien slid a sheet across the smooth desk in front of the guys. On the sheet, it read the following: Black Star Institutions Corp. Date: February 18th, 2003 Names of Keepers: Trunks Briefs and Goten Son
The following has been decided:
As of the 18/02/03 at 8:15 a.m. the Head of the Department of Youth hereby declares Goten Son and Trunks Briefs of the Considered Mentality Wards Department, to be clarified as the new Keepers of the Third Section, Wards numbered 178 - 193. This is an official document that will belong in the Institution's possession until further notice. Signed The Head of the Department Of Youth
Trunks and Goten looked at each other before looking back at Tien. Tien nodded his head towards the door. "Start on Ward 178 and work your way up to 193. It is currently around 10:45 right now, so you should be done by 3:00 or around there. Please, stop for lunch whenever you feel like it. Remember the rules of the wards though and respect the privacy." Tien muttered as he shook hands with both men as they stood up. Goten and Trunks left quickly after that.
"Privacy, its not much of a word if we're here to look into their minds and pry things from them, you know?" Goten muttered as they headed down the hallways, the white walls swirling into a galaxy of white happenings, the lights above them turning into a constant stream of blinding light.
No words were expected from either figure as they headed down the hallway, brushing past workers checking things off on their clipboards, helping people down the hallway. The ways of the institution evaporated as soon as Trunks picked up his identification from his pocket and held it in front of a small mirror. The mirror buzzed quietly and soon, the wall in front of them pulled away and they walked slowly into the gapping hole, away from the blinding lights and the walls that now trailed behind them.