Note: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, no matter how much I wish I did. This idea came, like so many of my ideas do, completely out of the blue. This one formed while I was talking to digitamer252, my friend, on the phone. I suppose it started when I found out that Pegasus created Toon World. At that point, I figured he was completely insane. What surprised me is that my friends casually agreed, as though this was common knowledge.
My friends are weird. 9_9
I supposed this is partially inspired by Metallica's Sanitarium, which I don't own either.
To tell you the truth, this is pretty OOC. I'm afraid that I don't watch Yu-Gi-Oh very often. ^_^ยก
If you see digitamer252 on Neopets, say hi for me! He's really nice! And he's helping with my Resident Evil spoof! ^_^



Delusions
By Warrior Kalia

Chapter 1:

Madness


"How are you doing today, Maximillion?"
"..."
"Maximillion? How are you?"
"... Well."
"Are you sure?"
"... Yes."
"Good. What do I look like?"
"... A woman."
"Good. What does this clipboard look like?"
"A clipboard."
"Very good. Does your head hurt anymore?"
"... No."
"Good. Have you been taking your medicine?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Do things look... animated... anymore?"
"..."
"Maximillion?"
"... No."
"Are you sure?"
"... Yes."
"Very good. Would you like lunch now?"
"... Yes. I would." Maximillion's quiet, hoarse voice broke slightly.
Nurse Miko smiled at the thin, pale man before her. His silver hair was long and matted from months of not caring for it. His gaze was trained on his lap, one of the few things on him that wasn't bound by the straitjacket he wore. A patch covered one glazed-carrot colored eye. Or it would have, had the eye been there. He had removed it during a particularly violent episode of delirium when he was 15. "Well, I'll have Marco bring it to your room when you get there. And, if you're a good boy today, you might be able to see your friend Joseph." Miko said, her soft voice suddenly cheerful. Maximillion said nothing as he rose from the chair and was escorted back to his cell.

Maximillion Pegasus was the only son to a very wealthy man, Christopher Pegasus. He had reluctantly sent his son to an asylum at 15, after he attempted to kill himself for the second time. The man had been extremely angry at the suggestion that his son, HIS son, could have possibly been insane. However, he had seen his fifteen year old son, his beautiful silver hair soaked with blood, clutching something in his hand as he sliced the pretty pictures out of his flesh. His son heard him opening the door and looked up at him, revealing an empty hole where his left eye should have been. Blood seeped from the space, covering the entire side of his face. His grip weakened, causing his left eye to roll onto the bedspread. It stared blankly at the ceiling, as though it could still function. Christopher didn't move, causing Maximillion to return to his carving, oblivious to the outside world until the paring knife was wrestled from his grip. He had been rushed to the hospital, then transferred to the asylum. Maximillion was now 25.

Miko began writing on her clipboard as the guards locked the door to Max's cell. "The patient shows marked improvement and may even be well enough for release. Will have another session with him this afternoon." She tucked the pen into her pocket, got up, and left to go see about lunch.

Note: More minor updates. An extra space added in the beginning, the chapter title added, and the chapter number underlined. Nothing to write home about.     -1/27/2004, Warrior Kalia

 Note: Minor updates: Spelling corrected and a couple of ellipses added. Nothing major.    - 12/10/2003, Warrior Kalia