Back to the Duo! Man, I enjoy writing the insane POV almost too
much.
Duo: Way too much.
Oh shush you. But yes, now that I have 'Blood Lust' completed and the ridiculous Spanish project out of the way, the chapters for Imaginary will being coming along steadily now, so there won't be as much of a wait as there has been. ^_^
Reviews!
Shella: Lol, I wouldn't have let myself call him Doctor Quack anyways. ^^;;; I take you don't like needles, eh? I'm a weird one, I have to watch when I get stuck with needles. I creep out doctors sometimes cause they tell me to look away, but I sit there and watch them do everything. ^_^ As for Duo getting out of there...I'm going to have fun with his lab results. It won't come until the next chapter when I go back to third person, but I'll be having fun with the treatment duo is going to need to get better. But I'm not going to say anything cause it would give away the story. ^_^ And if you think the pilots' reactions to the tape were good, wait until Doctor Woods lets Wufei join a little 'session' between him and Duo. -That-, my Shella-chan, will have you in chills for a while. I've already started on it, and poor Wu-bear is going to need psychological help afterwards. *sweatdrop*
Nelia Black: As for the guys, you have to consider the sheer amount of work that goes into keeping the peace so soon after the war. Relena would be traveling a lot, so Heero would have to be with her practically 24/7, thus giving him no time to find Duo. The Preventers had just been formed at the start of the Mariemaia incident, so it was still under major reform AND had to get rid of the remnants of the Mariemaia army before they could have a break, so Wufei, being a Gundam pilot and once part of Mariemaia's army, would have been even busier than Heero. And the Winner Enterprises is massive, I wouldn't be surprised if it made Bill Gates look like a pauper with his puny Microsoft compared to what Quatre has to manage and he would need Trowa's help. Reform and peace take time to establish, and as I pointed out in the first chapter among Duo's musings, he moved a lot and covered his tracks, so even if the guys had wanted to find him in whatever free time they had, they would have had to search. I hope that clears up your disappointment, trust me, I would never write the G-boys as heartless bastards, especially not against each other. (Well, with the exception of 'Blood Lust', but Heero was a vampire in that story. *sweatdrop*) I would never use Doctor Quack either, unless as some taunting nickname. And as for Wufei crying...there is still later. ^_^
Smiley-person: Hm, well I've never seen a fic on Duo having schizophrenia on ff.net, so unless it's on another site (which I'm sure it probably is, I'm not -that- brilliant author, by no means), so it's original sounding to me. At least compared to all the suicide stories they have floating around that all sound the same.
Firedraygon97: Yesh, poor Duo. ^^;;; Don't worry, he won't be suffering too bad.
Emily Hato: Well I'm glad your enjoying my oddball story. Never written a psychological fic before, so it's going to be even more fun writing than actually reading it. ^^;;;
I think that's about it...So on with the story!!
***
If I hadn't already been clinically declared insane, I would have called myself insane the instant I had begun to regain consciousness.
I could have sworn one of the guys was in here with me just a little while ago.
Maybe it is this crazy insanity finally getting to me, breaking through the gundanium defenses and invading the rational logic, poisoning it so that it was just as mad as the rest of my tortured mind.
Or maybe it's the drugs.
Who knows?
As for me, I seriously hope it's just the drugs.
I know -someone- had come in, but those damn sedatives kept me from seeing who the hell it was. At the sake of sounding utterly deranged, I could just -feel- that it was a person I knew very well, and I mean really feel. As if I didn't need to see with my eyes, I just -knew-. And it had to be one of the guys; we're all so much alike that there was no possible way it could have been anyone else who seemed so much like me. Now which one would be a bit tougher to say, but at least they finally realized something was wrong.
Or my stupid psycho doctor called them. Oh that's even better. I can just imagine the conversations he must have had with them.
'Good afternoon, I have your friend Duo Maxwell here, locked up in a padded room and tied to a bed. I shoot him up with drugs every couple of hours to keep him from screaming his lungs out, but other than those minor inconveniences, everything is perfectly fine.'
Haha, right.
Quatre would have a cow if he got a call like that. Oh yeah, he would flip, worried beyond reckoning, ask a million questions and drive the -psychiatrist- insane. Heero would say "Hn" and hang up. Wufei would give him his 'injustice' rant for interrupting him at work and be pissed off at the world like he always is. Trowa would say nothing. Go figure.
Then they would band together for one last mission and hijack me from this prison and all will be right with the world again!
Who am I kidding, eh? Myself.
Sure, I know that.
But a guy can dream, can't he?
Because that sure as hell is what I'm doing, stuck in a 24/7 nightmare that doesn't seem to want to leave me alone yet. Obviously I had been dreaming, who want to see poor, pathetic Duo strapped down in restraints in this hellhole?
Maybe I had just wanted the person to one of the guys so badly that I imagined it in my madness.
Yeah, that sounds a lot more reasonable.
Definitely a lot a more reasonable, unless the person was some twisted son of a bitch who enjoyed listening to screaming. Speaking of screaming...
The voices are back. Hear them coming?
They know the tranquilizers are wearing off again; they're scrambling to pick apart my brain with their accusations before any lucid dialogue can come out of my mouth. Luckily for poor, pathetic Duo, he's screamed his vocal chords to death for the moment. (Oh God, I'm starting to think in third person...)
Death.
Would you look at that? I've gone and killed a part of -myself- now, haven't I? Even though it's just my vocal chords...
'And it's all your fault.'
Ah, the bittersweet irony.
'You killed us.'
You know what, screw the guys. I can hijack myself out of here. I'm a Gundam pilot, okay, I -used- to be a Gundam pilot, I can't be forced to let myself be strapped down in restraints in this place.
I've been in worse situations, certainly I can get out of this one.
The bindings are too tight to break a wrist and wriggle a hand out...
I could use my teeth to pull at them, but I would have to dislocate my shoulder to be able to reach it...
Damn.
I could always chew off my arm, but that's too much work. And I'm not Hannibal Lector.
Why do the psychiatrists have to know crazy people so well? They've got it set up so there's no possible way to get free without seriously injuring yourself.
And to think they blame it on the patients for being self- destructive.
Good ole Duo, his sarcasm is his savior.
There I go with the third person thing again.
I give up...I'm too tired anyway. I would probably collapse before I even got to the stupid door. Besides, even if I did get out, there is hundreds of stupid steroid spawn standing outside all the doors to keep guard and I sure as hell wouldn't be able to fight them.
Stupid drugs, stupid restraints, stupid mental asylums, stupid psychiatrists, stupid steroid spawn, stupid doors, stupid voices, stupid wars, stupid me...ARGH!
Somebody's cheerful today, eh?
'You killed us.'
'It's all your fault.'
Stupid voices.
'You killed our parents.'
'You made more orphans like you, not the enemy.'
Why can't they leave me alone?
'You killed our children.'
'A parent should never have to bury their own children.'
Why won't they go away? All I want is a peace, just for a little while.
'It's all your fault.'
'Everything's your fault.'
Nothing's my fault.
It's not my fault.
"Everything's your fault.'
No!
I didn't do it on purpose.
Where are those stupid steroid spawn when you actually need them? Of course they won't come when you really want them to stick you full of needles, to make the insanity stop at least for a little while. Oh no, they only come when you -don't- want them, and at the most annoying times too.
Let's try that theory.
I don't want any sedatives today; I want to roam happily around in my tortured thoughts and try to scream bloody murder with my aching throat until I lose consciousness.
Hey- it worked!
Look at that, the door's opening up and here they come!
Wait...
It's the psychiatrist. Uh oh...not a good sign...Hold on, who's with him?
Wufei?
***
Fun, ne?
Next chapter: Back to the third person POV. And Doctor Woods asks Wufei to sit in a 'session' between him and Duo. Poor, poor Wufei...
Click! Review! Flame! Whichever suits...
Duo: Way too much.
Oh shush you. But yes, now that I have 'Blood Lust' completed and the ridiculous Spanish project out of the way, the chapters for Imaginary will being coming along steadily now, so there won't be as much of a wait as there has been. ^_^
Reviews!
Shella: Lol, I wouldn't have let myself call him Doctor Quack anyways. ^^;;; I take you don't like needles, eh? I'm a weird one, I have to watch when I get stuck with needles. I creep out doctors sometimes cause they tell me to look away, but I sit there and watch them do everything. ^_^ As for Duo getting out of there...I'm going to have fun with his lab results. It won't come until the next chapter when I go back to third person, but I'll be having fun with the treatment duo is going to need to get better. But I'm not going to say anything cause it would give away the story. ^_^ And if you think the pilots' reactions to the tape were good, wait until Doctor Woods lets Wufei join a little 'session' between him and Duo. -That-, my Shella-chan, will have you in chills for a while. I've already started on it, and poor Wu-bear is going to need psychological help afterwards. *sweatdrop*
Nelia Black: As for the guys, you have to consider the sheer amount of work that goes into keeping the peace so soon after the war. Relena would be traveling a lot, so Heero would have to be with her practically 24/7, thus giving him no time to find Duo. The Preventers had just been formed at the start of the Mariemaia incident, so it was still under major reform AND had to get rid of the remnants of the Mariemaia army before they could have a break, so Wufei, being a Gundam pilot and once part of Mariemaia's army, would have been even busier than Heero. And the Winner Enterprises is massive, I wouldn't be surprised if it made Bill Gates look like a pauper with his puny Microsoft compared to what Quatre has to manage and he would need Trowa's help. Reform and peace take time to establish, and as I pointed out in the first chapter among Duo's musings, he moved a lot and covered his tracks, so even if the guys had wanted to find him in whatever free time they had, they would have had to search. I hope that clears up your disappointment, trust me, I would never write the G-boys as heartless bastards, especially not against each other. (Well, with the exception of 'Blood Lust', but Heero was a vampire in that story. *sweatdrop*) I would never use Doctor Quack either, unless as some taunting nickname. And as for Wufei crying...there is still later. ^_^
Smiley-person: Hm, well I've never seen a fic on Duo having schizophrenia on ff.net, so unless it's on another site (which I'm sure it probably is, I'm not -that- brilliant author, by no means), so it's original sounding to me. At least compared to all the suicide stories they have floating around that all sound the same.
Firedraygon97: Yesh, poor Duo. ^^;;; Don't worry, he won't be suffering too bad.
Emily Hato: Well I'm glad your enjoying my oddball story. Never written a psychological fic before, so it's going to be even more fun writing than actually reading it. ^^;;;
I think that's about it...So on with the story!!
***
If I hadn't already been clinically declared insane, I would have called myself insane the instant I had begun to regain consciousness.
I could have sworn one of the guys was in here with me just a little while ago.
Maybe it is this crazy insanity finally getting to me, breaking through the gundanium defenses and invading the rational logic, poisoning it so that it was just as mad as the rest of my tortured mind.
Or maybe it's the drugs.
Who knows?
As for me, I seriously hope it's just the drugs.
I know -someone- had come in, but those damn sedatives kept me from seeing who the hell it was. At the sake of sounding utterly deranged, I could just -feel- that it was a person I knew very well, and I mean really feel. As if I didn't need to see with my eyes, I just -knew-. And it had to be one of the guys; we're all so much alike that there was no possible way it could have been anyone else who seemed so much like me. Now which one would be a bit tougher to say, but at least they finally realized something was wrong.
Or my stupid psycho doctor called them. Oh that's even better. I can just imagine the conversations he must have had with them.
'Good afternoon, I have your friend Duo Maxwell here, locked up in a padded room and tied to a bed. I shoot him up with drugs every couple of hours to keep him from screaming his lungs out, but other than those minor inconveniences, everything is perfectly fine.'
Haha, right.
Quatre would have a cow if he got a call like that. Oh yeah, he would flip, worried beyond reckoning, ask a million questions and drive the -psychiatrist- insane. Heero would say "Hn" and hang up. Wufei would give him his 'injustice' rant for interrupting him at work and be pissed off at the world like he always is. Trowa would say nothing. Go figure.
Then they would band together for one last mission and hijack me from this prison and all will be right with the world again!
Who am I kidding, eh? Myself.
Sure, I know that.
But a guy can dream, can't he?
Because that sure as hell is what I'm doing, stuck in a 24/7 nightmare that doesn't seem to want to leave me alone yet. Obviously I had been dreaming, who want to see poor, pathetic Duo strapped down in restraints in this hellhole?
Maybe I had just wanted the person to one of the guys so badly that I imagined it in my madness.
Yeah, that sounds a lot more reasonable.
Definitely a lot a more reasonable, unless the person was some twisted son of a bitch who enjoyed listening to screaming. Speaking of screaming...
The voices are back. Hear them coming?
They know the tranquilizers are wearing off again; they're scrambling to pick apart my brain with their accusations before any lucid dialogue can come out of my mouth. Luckily for poor, pathetic Duo, he's screamed his vocal chords to death for the moment. (Oh God, I'm starting to think in third person...)
Death.
Would you look at that? I've gone and killed a part of -myself- now, haven't I? Even though it's just my vocal chords...
'And it's all your fault.'
Ah, the bittersweet irony.
'You killed us.'
You know what, screw the guys. I can hijack myself out of here. I'm a Gundam pilot, okay, I -used- to be a Gundam pilot, I can't be forced to let myself be strapped down in restraints in this place.
I've been in worse situations, certainly I can get out of this one.
The bindings are too tight to break a wrist and wriggle a hand out...
I could use my teeth to pull at them, but I would have to dislocate my shoulder to be able to reach it...
Damn.
I could always chew off my arm, but that's too much work. And I'm not Hannibal Lector.
Why do the psychiatrists have to know crazy people so well? They've got it set up so there's no possible way to get free without seriously injuring yourself.
And to think they blame it on the patients for being self- destructive.
Good ole Duo, his sarcasm is his savior.
There I go with the third person thing again.
I give up...I'm too tired anyway. I would probably collapse before I even got to the stupid door. Besides, even if I did get out, there is hundreds of stupid steroid spawn standing outside all the doors to keep guard and I sure as hell wouldn't be able to fight them.
Stupid drugs, stupid restraints, stupid mental asylums, stupid psychiatrists, stupid steroid spawn, stupid doors, stupid voices, stupid wars, stupid me...ARGH!
Somebody's cheerful today, eh?
'You killed us.'
'It's all your fault.'
Stupid voices.
'You killed our parents.'
'You made more orphans like you, not the enemy.'
Why can't they leave me alone?
'You killed our children.'
'A parent should never have to bury their own children.'
Why won't they go away? All I want is a peace, just for a little while.
'It's all your fault.'
'Everything's your fault.'
Nothing's my fault.
It's not my fault.
"Everything's your fault.'
No!
I didn't do it on purpose.
Where are those stupid steroid spawn when you actually need them? Of course they won't come when you really want them to stick you full of needles, to make the insanity stop at least for a little while. Oh no, they only come when you -don't- want them, and at the most annoying times too.
Let's try that theory.
I don't want any sedatives today; I want to roam happily around in my tortured thoughts and try to scream bloody murder with my aching throat until I lose consciousness.
Hey- it worked!
Look at that, the door's opening up and here they come!
Wait...
It's the psychiatrist. Uh oh...not a good sign...Hold on, who's with him?
Wufei?
***
Fun, ne?
Next chapter: Back to the third person POV. And Doctor Woods asks Wufei to sit in a 'session' between him and Duo. Poor, poor Wufei...
Click! Review! Flame! Whichever suits...