"So, is there anymore/"
Of course there's more, why wouldn't there be more/ It has just started my friend.
"And why are you doing this/"
I felt I had to. I really did. These days have been hard, and I thought this would give me relief to tell someone about it. When you stand up and feel that cold, hard, pistol in your hand, it's like you're someone new. It's like you're someone blank, empty, who's about to empty someone's existence. It's hard.
"But you have a lot to tell me, Sal."
I know I do.
"But I'd like to hear something from your point of view."
You want something from my point of view, no first I must give foot to the setting, give it life, and then we shall utilize our abilities to finish this once and for all.
"The sky is brightening outside, how does that make you feel."
It makes me feel like souls and bodies were corrupted in order to achieve this.
"Even a soul that's very important to yourself."
Yes.
"Well, as I look through these written records, I wonder why it stopped here."
There was too much to handle in order to finish it. It was rendered useless at the time.
"Useless, you say/"
Yes, it was obviously useless at the time. But now, it is so much more. Just look at it. Wallow in it's rich, bright green hue. Look at the engraved vines intertwining left and right. It's dirt yellow ragged pages make it look almost authentic. And on the corner of every page is the letter 'R', very unique. It shouldn't even be opened casually, best it be in a mylar bag.
"Authentic."
*flipping through the pages, he constantly returns to a section that is always marked with the slight edge of thumb. The page is being read bit by bit, fragmented and yet taken internally in all its form.*
"I don't think it looks authentic enough."
*To build ones life, to live one life
is costing.*
I can make it more authentic.
*to release ones mind, to unleash ones mind
is costing*
"How can you make it more authentic/"
*to relieve one's heart, to ungrieve ones heart
is costing*
I can do lots of things to make it more authentic.
*to free ones soul
is costing*
"Show me."
*Reading through this takes no time at all, because I never had much time. All is done to me. Yet, I yearn for more. Many times I've pondered on how to proceed. All but nothing comforts me. Nothing helps except for one sense of satisfaction.*
"Aren't you going to show me/"
Of course I shall.
*the book is set down on the table between the two. It lies silent in the dimly lit room. It is then picked up again and opened to the page just read. The finger and thumb near the page and quickly rip off the ragged fabricated paper. The paper remains crumpled in the hands.*
"Nice, anything else."
You want more/
"Don't worry, I got something,"
*He returns with a cup of rainbow-colored water, that was surprisingly visible in the dim room.*
Don't, you fool.
**************************************** *********************
Jack Slarter walked unwillingly through the rainy sky. He was exhausted, tired, but also alert. He looked left and right as he began to walk up the ramp. He saw the black domed building stand before him, as he carefully urged on step by step. His jacket was flapping in the wind. Thousands of knives of ice pierced Jack's skin, as he slowly continued his ascent up the ramp.
Jack Slarter was alone, or so he wanted to be. He repeatedly turned behind him thinking he'd see his non-existent stalker. His eyes constantly blinked as the rain continued pouring down. The blinking caused his eyes to water excessively and slightly obscure his vision. A searing headache seized his head as he lost his balance through his blinking eyes. His feet stuttered left and right as he continued up the ramp.
A roar rang out through the city. A loud roar from some sort of savage beast was streaming throughout. He was near the building now, if he could just make it safely down the downward ramp he'd be safe. The roar sent more chills down his spine again.
Jack looked to the building on his left. the walls were porous and he saw a small black miasma protrude. He felt it go up his nose as he suddenly trip over his own foot.
The door on the side of building creaked open slowly. A foot furnished in black stepped out of the door. The door was then shut rapidly by the increasing winds. The door creaked open slowly again only to be shut once again as Jack struggled to get up.
"Blast this infernal door!"
A red light omitted through the crease of the door as it finally shot out of its frame in multiple pieces. A man with a bowler hat stood in front of the frame with a milky white gun in his hand that was recently fired, but extremely clean. His legs were slightly spread and were furnished in tan trousers. He wore a black dress shirt that hung over his right leg mostly. His sleeves were rolled up revealing his extremely hairy arms. He was pale with a smirk on his face.
The man holstered his pistol and quickly lifted up Jack over his shoulders. Jack didn't even struggle a bit as he saw himself being dragged to his unknown fate. Unknown to him at least.
The man looked into his eyes, "I knew we were missing someone. We'll get this thing settled as soon as we get done with this insane guy who's having a trial right now."
Jack heard the roars again as he was dropped painfully onto the floor. "What have you got in there?"
The man answered cooly, "Phenolanierains. Would you like to see? If you don't make way for what we're planning then these will be your killers." The man kicked Jack's leg.
Jack blew off his fingers as if nothing happened, "Well my lad, I have seen Phenolanierains before. You people are abusing your power with them."
Jack was suddenly lifted off the floor as the man pushed him to the left wall. jck saw a small hole. he peered through and saw 5 Phenolanierains behind most likely a one sided mirror. These Phenolanierains were running wild as 5 men in the corner continuously shot bolts of electricity from their taser pistols. The Phenolanierains kept on head butting the mirror as the people in the courtroom sat quietly.
A door flew open down the hall that Jack was in and as he looked through the hole he saw the onesided mirror rise upwards and the Phnolanierains leaped out happily in need of the sweet quenching taste of blood. Jack turned around and saw a small figure run out of the doors.
The man yelled out, "Don't let the shorty get away!"
Jack stood wide eyed as he saw two officers get trampled by the Phenolanierains. Jack was afraid to look but 3 more came after him with the small figure in front. he felt himself being tackled. It was not the man but something.
"Stop the shorty! WE NEED SLACKER!"
Jack couldn't breath he felt his heart collapsed as a Phenolanierain dealt him a hefty blow with his left horn. All he needed now was to be gored. But the phenolanierain was stricken and roared in pain. the phenolanierain tilted over and collapsed on the ground. The other 2 Phenolanierains were dealing with the man with the white pistol.
Jack was going blind. It felt like his eyes were attempting to leap out of their socket. A hand clenched his chest. The hand twisted and turned and dug in deepwards inflicting pain on him. It felt almost like his heart was being grabbed from the outside. He started choking as the hand reached his neck squeezing his aorta. He felt the inside of his neck and crinkle inside. He was losing it, he had lost it, he was no more.
**************************************** ********
"Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!"
Fuinto peered into Ka'Shard's eyes, "You're lucky the 'psychiatrists' have selective hearing."
Ka'Shard looked at his surroundings. He was in a white circular room. There were stools seated around the circumference of it.
Many men in lab coats were speaking to patients with their eyes ablaze. Most of the patients didn't seem to want to speak to them. Some simply ignored and gazed at a red swirl on the ceiling with a black R in the middle of it. Some were just plain drugged up.
A small Teensie at the other side of the room tilted off his chair and met the floor. He had met the slick, white floor. He met the floor, just like Jack slarter.
Ka'Shard took a deep breath and said in a surprising calm matter, "Fuinto, I had something horrible happen while I dozed off."
Fuinto laughed, "You mean a dream."
Ka'Shard asked, "What's a dream/"
Fuinto replied, "Well, it's pretty hard to explain, but-"
Ka'Shard grabbed Fuinto's neck and pulled him forward. "But what," he growled.
Fuinto struggled to release himself from ka'Shard's grasp.
Ka'Shard continued, "Jack Slarter was lying on the floor....dying," Ka'Shard descended into tears, "Jack Slarter has left me on my own."
Fuinto was losing his air.
Ka'Shard's voice leaped out, "It's All Going TO BE LIKE THIS!"
Ka'Shard looked around the room and saw many psychiatrists peer at him. One of the psychiatrists near the door scooted back slightly in his stool and lightly tapped the door with the back of his hand.
Ka'Shard quickly let go of Fuinto's neck and sent him to the floor. All the psychiatrists averted their gaze.
Fuinto slowly got up and grabbed hold of his stool leg and rose up.
Fuinto panted, "Jack Slart isn't dead, what went on through your head didn't really happen. There's almost completely no way-"
Ka'Shard raised his eyebrow, "Almost./"
Fuinto sighed, "Geez, one day here and you've already gone crazy. It was just one piece of Raynul writing, they don't start getting replicated as dreams until later on."
Ka'Shard exclaimed, "It wasn't anything like the first paper I got."
Fuinto shrugged, "Well unless you managed to get hold of something else-"
Ka'Shard scratched his head and looked to the floor.
Fuinto's eyes widened, "You didn't."
Ka'Shard stuttered, "W-w-well, I head what you said but I couldn't resist as I was walking ot my bed. There it was, a crack in the frame. It was big to me, I mean how hard would it be to not notice it? I reached out and read the paper."
Fuinto sighed, "I'll deal with you later, but the man who's going to was 15 minutes of your time should be walking right through that door, The man likes his sugar."
"Fuinto," a voice called out.
"Ah, jeez."
A pale man in a white labcoat approached Fuinto and quickly turned to Ka'Shard, "Dr. Fernolo will be right with you."
"You don't want to do this, Dr. You're wasting your time," said Fuinto.
The pale psychiatrist ignored him and created a swirling yellow circle with the edge of his finger.
The pale man began, "So, Fuinto, how od you think we can advance on yesterday's session?"
"I can punch you 5 times."
The pale man continued, 'Why do you lash out/ what's going on through your head/"
Fuinto sat stationary.
The pale man continued swirling around with his finger. 'We can't help you if you won't talk."
Fuinto exhaled softly.
The pale man remarked, "We need, progression."
Fuinto burst out, "All you want to progress on is finding more ways to find me insane enough that I'm considered a danger to any being. Then you'll have an excuse to inject me, dispose of me, and then sell my organs for imported liquor."
The pale man laughed, "So imaginative. That's a good sign."
Fuinto looked to Ka'Shard as if signaling him to listen intently. The psychiatrist continued information into the swirl. Fuinto continued, "You know what else, your laugh is just a coverup. You have enough skills that the transportation of organs cost you almost nothing. The imported liquor gives you a very large profit in exchange. And why do you need profit, because we can't leave our dwellings to get our goods and services."
"Okay, just calm down there, Fuinto."
Fuinto rose from his chair and dealt a blow to the psychiatrist.
"Don't punch me."
Fuinto flailed his arms, "Run for the hills, doctor, a little green man has just punched you in the face. Call the medicalis."
The pale man was obviously burning up. "Shut up."
Fuinto smiled, "What did I do wrong/"
The pale man answered, "You punched me."
Fuinto blew on his fingers, "I can do it four more times."
The pale man continued, "And now you're filling this newcomer's head with these wild allegations against our fair government. How dare you, how long do you think it will take to get him to not think it."
Fuinto smiled menacingly, "You know what I'm doing. I'm telling him the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I know everything about you dealings, I hve an informant who is right in the middle of this and has been willing to tell me the progress over these years. I'm telling him about how he's here only to let his life go to waste, it's not pleasant, but it's true. I'm telling him about how you slick trenchies are taking all these poor souls for all they're worth. All you do is make them more and more insane. Admit it."
The pale man rose up and looked to the wall expectingly.
Fuinto smirked at this, rose up, and dealt another blow to the pale psychiatrist's face.
The pale man covered his bloody nose, "This session is over."
The pale man quickly ran out of the room knocking down a patient and psychiatrist along the way.
Fuinto yelled out triumphantly, "Come back! I got three more left in me!"
Fuinto laughed and patted Ka'Shard's leg, "That's how you deal with them."
Ka'Shard looked at him, "Everything you said... was all of it true."
Fuinto replied, "Truth is the biggest weapon we have in here."
Ka'Shard then asked, "Who's that informant/"
Fuinto answered, "Who else could it be /"
"I don't know."
"It's Jack Slarter, kid," said Fuinto as he patted Ka'Shard's leg again. He rose up, "I'll meet you in the common room."
Ka'Shard pleaded, "Don't leave me here alone with a psychiatrist."
Fuinto smiled, "He's already here, and I should let you handle this guy on your own."
Fuinto hopped and skipped to the door in another sense of victory that he felt everyday. He almost ran into Dr. Gerard Fernolo and another patient. He stood by the wall as the psychiatrist pushed in the wheelchair. After Gerard passed, Fuinto hopped out of the doorframe.
Dr. Gerard Fernolo wore glasses with round lenses that were 4 times in diameter than his eyes. The rest of his face was covered in complete facial hair. Unfortunately, his forehead was nice and clean. His hair (including on the face) was chestnut brown.
The person in the wheelchair looked strikingly familiar. He resembled a frog with black and grey skin. His eyes were above his mouth and he had odd strands of hair hand down his head. He had no visible legs and yet he seemed to have short and stubby, webbed feet. Except this time instead of wearing black with skull, he wore a bright blue shirt. This must have been the frog that Ka'Shard had seen the previous night during his fatal initiation into the asylum.
Ka'Shard began feeling his face when he realized the intentional skin branding of Trey Jonner was not on the same cheek as his skinless one. He had two scorched cheeks, and one scorch probably in the shape of an 'R'. How rude.
Ka'Shard then saw Fuinto standing in the doorway his eyebrows in an upside down umbrella. He appeared to be muttering something to someone and pointing. He then saw Fuinto point at him and then point back. He then walked away.
As Dr. Gerard Fernolo were 10 feet away he took a deep breath and said to himself repeatedly, "Truth is your greatest weapon. Truth is your greatest weapon. Truth is your greatest weapon."
Dr. Gerard let go of the wheelchair and sat in his own stool.
Ka'Shard said to himself one last time, "Truth is your greatest weapon."
"Hi."
Ka'Shard surged, "I didn't steal no underwear."
Dr. Gerard Fernolo raised his eyebrow.
Ka'Shard thought to himself, where the heck did that come from/
Dr. Gerard started, "This is my other regular patient, umm..." he created a yellow swirl in the air just like the pale psychiatrist. He moved his finger counterclockwise when he finally said, "This is my other regular patient, Botox."
The frog didn't seem to move.
Dr. Gerard laughed, "Oops, my mistake, Croldocks Creole."
Ka'Shard smiled at the frog, "Hi, Croldocks."
The frog didn't seem to move any part of his body. It was almost like he didn't even breathe.
Dr. Gerard began spinning his finger clockwise, "So, your name is...."
Ka'Shard put up his hand, "Don't give me any fake crap. I go by Ka'Shard."
He pulled out the necklace from his cape and then quickly pocketed it.
Dr. Gerard touched his face, "You're a very interesting creature."
Ka'Shard muttered, "I'd prefer not to be called a creature."
Dr. Gerard smiled, "But you must admit you are very interesting. No legs. No arms. No neck. You have skin ripped off your cheek but there is no sign of any bleeding at all. You also have a Raynul mark branded into your other cheek. Those marks shouldn't be so deep, they should only be visible when directly under an extremely bright light."
Ka'Shard growled, "Tell that to Trey Jonner."
Dr. Gerard smirked, "Trey Jonner, you say/ Yes, Trey Jonner. Trey Jonner told me about you. He told me to watch out. I told him I could handle it. I am after all, the most highly qualified psychiatrist in this asylum. And look at me now, handling the two most insane patients in the whole building. One of them is a newcomer."
Ka'Shard exclaimed, "If you're so skilled, tell me, is it wise to just tell an insane patient that he is insane. How does it help/"
Dr. Gerard ignored this, "Would you like to see my credentials/"
Ka'Shard answered, "I don't know what that is and I don't want to see it anyways."
He looked at Croldocks Creole and saw a slight smile which quickly shifted back to expressionless.
Dr. Gerard entered information into his swirl and said, "Well that's a nice introduction, now a reintroduction with the other patient. We'll be switching back and forth if you don't mind."
Croldocks Creole sat stationary as Dr. Gerard struggled a smile. His eyes drooped, "So, Croldocks...ah, forget it."
Dr. Gerard turned back to Ka'Shard, "Work with your patient. Make progress. Get him to talk and try to help him. Isn't that why you're here/"
Dr. Gerard raised his eyebrows, "What/"
Ka'Shard grimly whispered, "That's your job, isn't it/ to talk to him and try to help him, that's what the other psychiatrists said to my friend. Don't worry, I know that's not really why you're here, but I know that's just this coverup all you psychiatrists like to use."
Dr. Gerard stuttered, "You know, I think I will try to help Botox. For your information, y-y-y-you'll probably miss this session."
Ka'Shard shrugged, turned to the wall and smiled.
He stared blankly at the wall when he heard Dr. Gerard Fernolo speak slowly to Croldocks, "Hi, Botox. I...am..here..to..help..you."
Silence.
"Tell..me..how..do you..think..we..can..make..progress/"
Silence.
"What..are you...feeling..right..now/"
Silence.
Ka'Shard slowly lifted his head and turned. He had used truth as his weapon to get him out, but he felt like it had gotten someone else into trouble.
He saw the situation before him, Dr. Gerard Fernolo and Croldocks Creole in a silent standoff, where only one person would obviously end up speaking, while the other stood still and took everything that was thrown at him deep inside.
Dr. Gerard sat still and watched Croldocks Creole remain stationary. Dr. Gerard's hands trembled as Croldocks were like a block of ice. Dr. Gerard's hands began to sweat, while Croldocks's were dry like a gargoyle. Dr. Gerard's breath briefly fogged up his glasses, while Croldock's mouth scarcely moved to exhale softly.
Dr. Gerard stood up and yelled, pulling his finger away from the yellow swirl causing it to disintegrate, "What is your problem?! I'm trying to make a living here, and you screw It up! I am the most highly qualified psychiatrist in this whole damn asylum! I had 33 patients under my belt!"
Ka'Shard interrupted, "33 patients cured or..."
Dr. Gerard, "Shut up!"
Ka'Shard had a feeling he wasn't helping.
"I AM WASTING MY TIME WITH YOU! AND YOU DON'T EVEN GIVE A CRAP ABOUT ME! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU RUINED MY REPUTATION BY HAVING MY STICK TO OU FOR 5 WHOLE YEARS! I'VE BEEN RUINED BY SOMEONE WHO HAD NO LIFE AND ENDED UP TO BE SOME PORCELAIN FREAK! YOU'VE RUINED ME! DOES THAT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU! DAMN IT! DON'T YOU SAY ANYTHING! DO YOU MOVE AT ALL?!"
Ka'Shard saw the first real movement by Croldocks. The black and grey hands slightly shook, until they started shaking uncontrollably. Ka'Shard looked at Croldock's face slowly begin to tear as the fear surged throughout his body presenting itself through uncontrollable movement.
"YOU'RE NOTHING! IF YOU WERE GONE NOBODY WOULD EVEN MISS YOU! YOU'RE JUST A USELESS SPEC! WHY DON'T I JUST COME OVER TO YOU, GRAB YOUR NECK AND STRANGLE YOU?! HUH?! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL ABOUT THAT?!"
Croldock's eyes turned red.
"NO ANSWER! I GET NO ANSWER! YOU KNOW WHAT I WILL STRANGLE YOU, YOU'RE DONE WASTING MY TIME AND EVERYBODY ELSE'S YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN A HOPELESS CASE AND YOU ALWAYS WILL BE! ARE YOU HEARING MY RAGE?! WOULD YOU LIKE TO TASTE MY RAGE?!"
Dr. Gerard Fernolo leaped at Croldocks and knocked him to the ground.
Ka'Shard rose and yelled, "Leave him alone!"
Ka'Shard tried to lift Gerard off of Croldocks but he was mysteriously grabbed by behind and he found himself out the door.
Fuinto questioned Ka'Shard, "What is going on in there/"
Ka'Shard answered, "psycho session."
Fuinto sighed and then quickly asked, "Would you like me to show you around. You're safe now, after you yelled in your sleep some trenchies were called down in case of trouble but I think they're all gone now."
Ka'Shard's eyes were wide open as he heard screams omit from the room adjacent to him.
Fuinto asked again, "Would you like me to show you around/"
Ka'Shard walked to the doorframe quietly and whispered, "Tell me about Croldocks Creole."
Ka'Shard looked into the room as the other psychiatrists were holding Dr. Gerard back with his knuckles alive and furious.
Fuinto answered, "Oh, the frog. He doesn't say a word, and doesn't move a muscle, not to psychiatrists at least."
The psychiatrists had successfully gotten Dr. Gerard to the other corner as Croldocks lay on the floor in his wheelchair still shaking.
"He really had no family. Grew up in an orphanage until he found himself a loft in the abandoned city. He just spent all his time cooped up in there, he was eventually evicted orally, but he wouldn't leave. The landlord stopped trying to get him to pay, and eventually took all his stuff leaving him nothing. It was like that for 3 months, who knows what Croldocks was living off of. But Croldocks had last it a long time ago while he was in the orphanage."
The psychiatrists finally had Dr. Gerard pinned down to the ground while all the conscious patients began hopping around the room like mad.
Fuinto peered in and opened his eyes wide. "He eventually went on a theft spree."
Ka'Shard asked, "Is there anything we can do right now. Should we go in there and bring him out/"
Fuinto shook his head, "Nothing doing, mister. We'll be condemned for that."
Ka'Shard looked at Croldocks twitching, "He's just misunderstood."
Fuinto continued, "He stole porcelain gnomes off of citizen's lawns and took them to his loft, but one night he was locked out of the building, he was dragged to the police station and charged with theft of 15,000 drins worth. In the police station, th officer taunted him until Croldocks ran up to him, attempted to choke him to the death. The officer was dropped to the floor, but he didn't die."
Ka'Shard saw one of the psychiatrists walk over to Croldocks.
Croldocks ran out of the police station knocking down everyone who got in his way, he ran for it and then got hit by a mobile. He was picked up and sent here."
Ka'Shard looked at the psychiatrist lifting Croldocks off the floor.
The psychiatrist begin pushing the wheel chair towards the door when Dr. Gerard call out, "I'm going to make sure you're dead!"
Croldock's tears continued flowing like a river when 2 psychiatrists were kicked down by Dr. Gerard.
"Hi Ka'Shard," said a voice.
Ka'Shard turned around and saw the grim face of Trey Jonner. Trey grabbed him from the shoulder and begin dragging him through the room. Another trenchy grabbed Fuinto.
Ka'Shard was in utter confusion, he looked behind him and saw Croldocks in excess movement but in excess control.
"Creole is killing Dr. Gerard!" yelled out a psychiatrist.
Of course there's more, why wouldn't there be more/ It has just started my friend.
"And why are you doing this/"
I felt I had to. I really did. These days have been hard, and I thought this would give me relief to tell someone about it. When you stand up and feel that cold, hard, pistol in your hand, it's like you're someone new. It's like you're someone blank, empty, who's about to empty someone's existence. It's hard.
"But you have a lot to tell me, Sal."
I know I do.
"But I'd like to hear something from your point of view."
You want something from my point of view, no first I must give foot to the setting, give it life, and then we shall utilize our abilities to finish this once and for all.
"The sky is brightening outside, how does that make you feel."
It makes me feel like souls and bodies were corrupted in order to achieve this.
"Even a soul that's very important to yourself."
Yes.
"Well, as I look through these written records, I wonder why it stopped here."
There was too much to handle in order to finish it. It was rendered useless at the time.
"Useless, you say/"
Yes, it was obviously useless at the time. But now, it is so much more. Just look at it. Wallow in it's rich, bright green hue. Look at the engraved vines intertwining left and right. It's dirt yellow ragged pages make it look almost authentic. And on the corner of every page is the letter 'R', very unique. It shouldn't even be opened casually, best it be in a mylar bag.
"Authentic."
*flipping through the pages, he constantly returns to a section that is always marked with the slight edge of thumb. The page is being read bit by bit, fragmented and yet taken internally in all its form.*
"I don't think it looks authentic enough."
*To build ones life, to live one life
is costing.*
I can make it more authentic.
*to release ones mind, to unleash ones mind
is costing*
"How can you make it more authentic/"
*to relieve one's heart, to ungrieve ones heart
is costing*
I can do lots of things to make it more authentic.
*to free ones soul
is costing*
"Show me."
*Reading through this takes no time at all, because I never had much time. All is done to me. Yet, I yearn for more. Many times I've pondered on how to proceed. All but nothing comforts me. Nothing helps except for one sense of satisfaction.*
"Aren't you going to show me/"
Of course I shall.
*the book is set down on the table between the two. It lies silent in the dimly lit room. It is then picked up again and opened to the page just read. The finger and thumb near the page and quickly rip off the ragged fabricated paper. The paper remains crumpled in the hands.*
"Nice, anything else."
You want more/
"Don't worry, I got something,"
*He returns with a cup of rainbow-colored water, that was surprisingly visible in the dim room.*
Don't, you fool.
**************************************** *********************
Jack Slarter walked unwillingly through the rainy sky. He was exhausted, tired, but also alert. He looked left and right as he began to walk up the ramp. He saw the black domed building stand before him, as he carefully urged on step by step. His jacket was flapping in the wind. Thousands of knives of ice pierced Jack's skin, as he slowly continued his ascent up the ramp.
Jack Slarter was alone, or so he wanted to be. He repeatedly turned behind him thinking he'd see his non-existent stalker. His eyes constantly blinked as the rain continued pouring down. The blinking caused his eyes to water excessively and slightly obscure his vision. A searing headache seized his head as he lost his balance through his blinking eyes. His feet stuttered left and right as he continued up the ramp.
A roar rang out through the city. A loud roar from some sort of savage beast was streaming throughout. He was near the building now, if he could just make it safely down the downward ramp he'd be safe. The roar sent more chills down his spine again.
Jack looked to the building on his left. the walls were porous and he saw a small black miasma protrude. He felt it go up his nose as he suddenly trip over his own foot.
The door on the side of building creaked open slowly. A foot furnished in black stepped out of the door. The door was then shut rapidly by the increasing winds. The door creaked open slowly again only to be shut once again as Jack struggled to get up.
"Blast this infernal door!"
A red light omitted through the crease of the door as it finally shot out of its frame in multiple pieces. A man with a bowler hat stood in front of the frame with a milky white gun in his hand that was recently fired, but extremely clean. His legs were slightly spread and were furnished in tan trousers. He wore a black dress shirt that hung over his right leg mostly. His sleeves were rolled up revealing his extremely hairy arms. He was pale with a smirk on his face.
The man holstered his pistol and quickly lifted up Jack over his shoulders. Jack didn't even struggle a bit as he saw himself being dragged to his unknown fate. Unknown to him at least.
The man looked into his eyes, "I knew we were missing someone. We'll get this thing settled as soon as we get done with this insane guy who's having a trial right now."
Jack heard the roars again as he was dropped painfully onto the floor. "What have you got in there?"
The man answered cooly, "Phenolanierains. Would you like to see? If you don't make way for what we're planning then these will be your killers." The man kicked Jack's leg.
Jack blew off his fingers as if nothing happened, "Well my lad, I have seen Phenolanierains before. You people are abusing your power with them."
Jack was suddenly lifted off the floor as the man pushed him to the left wall. jck saw a small hole. he peered through and saw 5 Phenolanierains behind most likely a one sided mirror. These Phenolanierains were running wild as 5 men in the corner continuously shot bolts of electricity from their taser pistols. The Phenolanierains kept on head butting the mirror as the people in the courtroom sat quietly.
A door flew open down the hall that Jack was in and as he looked through the hole he saw the onesided mirror rise upwards and the Phnolanierains leaped out happily in need of the sweet quenching taste of blood. Jack turned around and saw a small figure run out of the doors.
The man yelled out, "Don't let the shorty get away!"
Jack stood wide eyed as he saw two officers get trampled by the Phenolanierains. Jack was afraid to look but 3 more came after him with the small figure in front. he felt himself being tackled. It was not the man but something.
"Stop the shorty! WE NEED SLACKER!"
Jack couldn't breath he felt his heart collapsed as a Phenolanierain dealt him a hefty blow with his left horn. All he needed now was to be gored. But the phenolanierain was stricken and roared in pain. the phenolanierain tilted over and collapsed on the ground. The other 2 Phenolanierains were dealing with the man with the white pistol.
Jack was going blind. It felt like his eyes were attempting to leap out of their socket. A hand clenched his chest. The hand twisted and turned and dug in deepwards inflicting pain on him. It felt almost like his heart was being grabbed from the outside. He started choking as the hand reached his neck squeezing his aorta. He felt the inside of his neck and crinkle inside. He was losing it, he had lost it, he was no more.
**************************************** ********
"Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!"
Fuinto peered into Ka'Shard's eyes, "You're lucky the 'psychiatrists' have selective hearing."
Ka'Shard looked at his surroundings. He was in a white circular room. There were stools seated around the circumference of it.
Many men in lab coats were speaking to patients with their eyes ablaze. Most of the patients didn't seem to want to speak to them. Some simply ignored and gazed at a red swirl on the ceiling with a black R in the middle of it. Some were just plain drugged up.
A small Teensie at the other side of the room tilted off his chair and met the floor. He had met the slick, white floor. He met the floor, just like Jack slarter.
Ka'Shard took a deep breath and said in a surprising calm matter, "Fuinto, I had something horrible happen while I dozed off."
Fuinto laughed, "You mean a dream."
Ka'Shard asked, "What's a dream/"
Fuinto replied, "Well, it's pretty hard to explain, but-"
Ka'Shard grabbed Fuinto's neck and pulled him forward. "But what," he growled.
Fuinto struggled to release himself from ka'Shard's grasp.
Ka'Shard continued, "Jack Slarter was lying on the floor....dying," Ka'Shard descended into tears, "Jack Slarter has left me on my own."
Fuinto was losing his air.
Ka'Shard's voice leaped out, "It's All Going TO BE LIKE THIS!"
Ka'Shard looked around the room and saw many psychiatrists peer at him. One of the psychiatrists near the door scooted back slightly in his stool and lightly tapped the door with the back of his hand.
Ka'Shard quickly let go of Fuinto's neck and sent him to the floor. All the psychiatrists averted their gaze.
Fuinto slowly got up and grabbed hold of his stool leg and rose up.
Fuinto panted, "Jack Slart isn't dead, what went on through your head didn't really happen. There's almost completely no way-"
Ka'Shard raised his eyebrow, "Almost./"
Fuinto sighed, "Geez, one day here and you've already gone crazy. It was just one piece of Raynul writing, they don't start getting replicated as dreams until later on."
Ka'Shard exclaimed, "It wasn't anything like the first paper I got."
Fuinto shrugged, "Well unless you managed to get hold of something else-"
Ka'Shard scratched his head and looked to the floor.
Fuinto's eyes widened, "You didn't."
Ka'Shard stuttered, "W-w-well, I head what you said but I couldn't resist as I was walking ot my bed. There it was, a crack in the frame. It was big to me, I mean how hard would it be to not notice it? I reached out and read the paper."
Fuinto sighed, "I'll deal with you later, but the man who's going to was 15 minutes of your time should be walking right through that door, The man likes his sugar."
"Fuinto," a voice called out.
"Ah, jeez."
A pale man in a white labcoat approached Fuinto and quickly turned to Ka'Shard, "Dr. Fernolo will be right with you."
"You don't want to do this, Dr. You're wasting your time," said Fuinto.
The pale psychiatrist ignored him and created a swirling yellow circle with the edge of his finger.
The pale man began, "So, Fuinto, how od you think we can advance on yesterday's session?"
"I can punch you 5 times."
The pale man continued, 'Why do you lash out/ what's going on through your head/"
Fuinto sat stationary.
The pale man continued swirling around with his finger. 'We can't help you if you won't talk."
Fuinto exhaled softly.
The pale man remarked, "We need, progression."
Fuinto burst out, "All you want to progress on is finding more ways to find me insane enough that I'm considered a danger to any being. Then you'll have an excuse to inject me, dispose of me, and then sell my organs for imported liquor."
The pale man laughed, "So imaginative. That's a good sign."
Fuinto looked to Ka'Shard as if signaling him to listen intently. The psychiatrist continued information into the swirl. Fuinto continued, "You know what else, your laugh is just a coverup. You have enough skills that the transportation of organs cost you almost nothing. The imported liquor gives you a very large profit in exchange. And why do you need profit, because we can't leave our dwellings to get our goods and services."
"Okay, just calm down there, Fuinto."
Fuinto rose from his chair and dealt a blow to the psychiatrist.
"Don't punch me."
Fuinto flailed his arms, "Run for the hills, doctor, a little green man has just punched you in the face. Call the medicalis."
The pale man was obviously burning up. "Shut up."
Fuinto smiled, "What did I do wrong/"
The pale man answered, "You punched me."
Fuinto blew on his fingers, "I can do it four more times."
The pale man continued, "And now you're filling this newcomer's head with these wild allegations against our fair government. How dare you, how long do you think it will take to get him to not think it."
Fuinto smiled menacingly, "You know what I'm doing. I'm telling him the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I know everything about you dealings, I hve an informant who is right in the middle of this and has been willing to tell me the progress over these years. I'm telling him about how he's here only to let his life go to waste, it's not pleasant, but it's true. I'm telling him about how you slick trenchies are taking all these poor souls for all they're worth. All you do is make them more and more insane. Admit it."
The pale man rose up and looked to the wall expectingly.
Fuinto smirked at this, rose up, and dealt another blow to the pale psychiatrist's face.
The pale man covered his bloody nose, "This session is over."
The pale man quickly ran out of the room knocking down a patient and psychiatrist along the way.
Fuinto yelled out triumphantly, "Come back! I got three more left in me!"
Fuinto laughed and patted Ka'Shard's leg, "That's how you deal with them."
Ka'Shard looked at him, "Everything you said... was all of it true."
Fuinto replied, "Truth is the biggest weapon we have in here."
Ka'Shard then asked, "Who's that informant/"
Fuinto answered, "Who else could it be /"
"I don't know."
"It's Jack Slarter, kid," said Fuinto as he patted Ka'Shard's leg again. He rose up, "I'll meet you in the common room."
Ka'Shard pleaded, "Don't leave me here alone with a psychiatrist."
Fuinto smiled, "He's already here, and I should let you handle this guy on your own."
Fuinto hopped and skipped to the door in another sense of victory that he felt everyday. He almost ran into Dr. Gerard Fernolo and another patient. He stood by the wall as the psychiatrist pushed in the wheelchair. After Gerard passed, Fuinto hopped out of the doorframe.
Dr. Gerard Fernolo wore glasses with round lenses that were 4 times in diameter than his eyes. The rest of his face was covered in complete facial hair. Unfortunately, his forehead was nice and clean. His hair (including on the face) was chestnut brown.
The person in the wheelchair looked strikingly familiar. He resembled a frog with black and grey skin. His eyes were above his mouth and he had odd strands of hair hand down his head. He had no visible legs and yet he seemed to have short and stubby, webbed feet. Except this time instead of wearing black with skull, he wore a bright blue shirt. This must have been the frog that Ka'Shard had seen the previous night during his fatal initiation into the asylum.
Ka'Shard began feeling his face when he realized the intentional skin branding of Trey Jonner was not on the same cheek as his skinless one. He had two scorched cheeks, and one scorch probably in the shape of an 'R'. How rude.
Ka'Shard then saw Fuinto standing in the doorway his eyebrows in an upside down umbrella. He appeared to be muttering something to someone and pointing. He then saw Fuinto point at him and then point back. He then walked away.
As Dr. Gerard Fernolo were 10 feet away he took a deep breath and said to himself repeatedly, "Truth is your greatest weapon. Truth is your greatest weapon. Truth is your greatest weapon."
Dr. Gerard let go of the wheelchair and sat in his own stool.
Ka'Shard said to himself one last time, "Truth is your greatest weapon."
"Hi."
Ka'Shard surged, "I didn't steal no underwear."
Dr. Gerard Fernolo raised his eyebrow.
Ka'Shard thought to himself, where the heck did that come from/
Dr. Gerard started, "This is my other regular patient, umm..." he created a yellow swirl in the air just like the pale psychiatrist. He moved his finger counterclockwise when he finally said, "This is my other regular patient, Botox."
The frog didn't seem to move.
Dr. Gerard laughed, "Oops, my mistake, Croldocks Creole."
Ka'Shard smiled at the frog, "Hi, Croldocks."
The frog didn't seem to move any part of his body. It was almost like he didn't even breathe.
Dr. Gerard began spinning his finger clockwise, "So, your name is...."
Ka'Shard put up his hand, "Don't give me any fake crap. I go by Ka'Shard."
He pulled out the necklace from his cape and then quickly pocketed it.
Dr. Gerard touched his face, "You're a very interesting creature."
Ka'Shard muttered, "I'd prefer not to be called a creature."
Dr. Gerard smiled, "But you must admit you are very interesting. No legs. No arms. No neck. You have skin ripped off your cheek but there is no sign of any bleeding at all. You also have a Raynul mark branded into your other cheek. Those marks shouldn't be so deep, they should only be visible when directly under an extremely bright light."
Ka'Shard growled, "Tell that to Trey Jonner."
Dr. Gerard smirked, "Trey Jonner, you say/ Yes, Trey Jonner. Trey Jonner told me about you. He told me to watch out. I told him I could handle it. I am after all, the most highly qualified psychiatrist in this asylum. And look at me now, handling the two most insane patients in the whole building. One of them is a newcomer."
Ka'Shard exclaimed, "If you're so skilled, tell me, is it wise to just tell an insane patient that he is insane. How does it help/"
Dr. Gerard ignored this, "Would you like to see my credentials/"
Ka'Shard answered, "I don't know what that is and I don't want to see it anyways."
He looked at Croldocks Creole and saw a slight smile which quickly shifted back to expressionless.
Dr. Gerard entered information into his swirl and said, "Well that's a nice introduction, now a reintroduction with the other patient. We'll be switching back and forth if you don't mind."
Croldocks Creole sat stationary as Dr. Gerard struggled a smile. His eyes drooped, "So, Croldocks...ah, forget it."
Dr. Gerard turned back to Ka'Shard, "Work with your patient. Make progress. Get him to talk and try to help him. Isn't that why you're here/"
Dr. Gerard raised his eyebrows, "What/"
Ka'Shard grimly whispered, "That's your job, isn't it/ to talk to him and try to help him, that's what the other psychiatrists said to my friend. Don't worry, I know that's not really why you're here, but I know that's just this coverup all you psychiatrists like to use."
Dr. Gerard stuttered, "You know, I think I will try to help Botox. For your information, y-y-y-you'll probably miss this session."
Ka'Shard shrugged, turned to the wall and smiled.
He stared blankly at the wall when he heard Dr. Gerard Fernolo speak slowly to Croldocks, "Hi, Botox. I...am..here..to..help..you."
Silence.
"Tell..me..how..do you..think..we..can..make..progress/"
Silence.
"What..are you...feeling..right..now/"
Silence.
Ka'Shard slowly lifted his head and turned. He had used truth as his weapon to get him out, but he felt like it had gotten someone else into trouble.
He saw the situation before him, Dr. Gerard Fernolo and Croldocks Creole in a silent standoff, where only one person would obviously end up speaking, while the other stood still and took everything that was thrown at him deep inside.
Dr. Gerard sat still and watched Croldocks Creole remain stationary. Dr. Gerard's hands trembled as Croldocks were like a block of ice. Dr. Gerard's hands began to sweat, while Croldocks's were dry like a gargoyle. Dr. Gerard's breath briefly fogged up his glasses, while Croldock's mouth scarcely moved to exhale softly.
Dr. Gerard stood up and yelled, pulling his finger away from the yellow swirl causing it to disintegrate, "What is your problem?! I'm trying to make a living here, and you screw It up! I am the most highly qualified psychiatrist in this whole damn asylum! I had 33 patients under my belt!"
Ka'Shard interrupted, "33 patients cured or..."
Dr. Gerard, "Shut up!"
Ka'Shard had a feeling he wasn't helping.
"I AM WASTING MY TIME WITH YOU! AND YOU DON'T EVEN GIVE A CRAP ABOUT ME! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU RUINED MY REPUTATION BY HAVING MY STICK TO OU FOR 5 WHOLE YEARS! I'VE BEEN RUINED BY SOMEONE WHO HAD NO LIFE AND ENDED UP TO BE SOME PORCELAIN FREAK! YOU'VE RUINED ME! DOES THAT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU! DAMN IT! DON'T YOU SAY ANYTHING! DO YOU MOVE AT ALL?!"
Ka'Shard saw the first real movement by Croldocks. The black and grey hands slightly shook, until they started shaking uncontrollably. Ka'Shard looked at Croldock's face slowly begin to tear as the fear surged throughout his body presenting itself through uncontrollable movement.
"YOU'RE NOTHING! IF YOU WERE GONE NOBODY WOULD EVEN MISS YOU! YOU'RE JUST A USELESS SPEC! WHY DON'T I JUST COME OVER TO YOU, GRAB YOUR NECK AND STRANGLE YOU?! HUH?! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL ABOUT THAT?!"
Croldock's eyes turned red.
"NO ANSWER! I GET NO ANSWER! YOU KNOW WHAT I WILL STRANGLE YOU, YOU'RE DONE WASTING MY TIME AND EVERYBODY ELSE'S YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN A HOPELESS CASE AND YOU ALWAYS WILL BE! ARE YOU HEARING MY RAGE?! WOULD YOU LIKE TO TASTE MY RAGE?!"
Dr. Gerard Fernolo leaped at Croldocks and knocked him to the ground.
Ka'Shard rose and yelled, "Leave him alone!"
Ka'Shard tried to lift Gerard off of Croldocks but he was mysteriously grabbed by behind and he found himself out the door.
Fuinto questioned Ka'Shard, "What is going on in there/"
Ka'Shard answered, "psycho session."
Fuinto sighed and then quickly asked, "Would you like me to show you around. You're safe now, after you yelled in your sleep some trenchies were called down in case of trouble but I think they're all gone now."
Ka'Shard's eyes were wide open as he heard screams omit from the room adjacent to him.
Fuinto asked again, "Would you like me to show you around/"
Ka'Shard walked to the doorframe quietly and whispered, "Tell me about Croldocks Creole."
Ka'Shard looked into the room as the other psychiatrists were holding Dr. Gerard back with his knuckles alive and furious.
Fuinto answered, "Oh, the frog. He doesn't say a word, and doesn't move a muscle, not to psychiatrists at least."
The psychiatrists had successfully gotten Dr. Gerard to the other corner as Croldocks lay on the floor in his wheelchair still shaking.
"He really had no family. Grew up in an orphanage until he found himself a loft in the abandoned city. He just spent all his time cooped up in there, he was eventually evicted orally, but he wouldn't leave. The landlord stopped trying to get him to pay, and eventually took all his stuff leaving him nothing. It was like that for 3 months, who knows what Croldocks was living off of. But Croldocks had last it a long time ago while he was in the orphanage."
The psychiatrists finally had Dr. Gerard pinned down to the ground while all the conscious patients began hopping around the room like mad.
Fuinto peered in and opened his eyes wide. "He eventually went on a theft spree."
Ka'Shard asked, "Is there anything we can do right now. Should we go in there and bring him out/"
Fuinto shook his head, "Nothing doing, mister. We'll be condemned for that."
Ka'Shard looked at Croldocks twitching, "He's just misunderstood."
Fuinto continued, "He stole porcelain gnomes off of citizen's lawns and took them to his loft, but one night he was locked out of the building, he was dragged to the police station and charged with theft of 15,000 drins worth. In the police station, th officer taunted him until Croldocks ran up to him, attempted to choke him to the death. The officer was dropped to the floor, but he didn't die."
Ka'Shard saw one of the psychiatrists walk over to Croldocks.
Croldocks ran out of the police station knocking down everyone who got in his way, he ran for it and then got hit by a mobile. He was picked up and sent here."
Ka'Shard looked at the psychiatrist lifting Croldocks off the floor.
The psychiatrist begin pushing the wheel chair towards the door when Dr. Gerard call out, "I'm going to make sure you're dead!"
Croldock's tears continued flowing like a river when 2 psychiatrists were kicked down by Dr. Gerard.
"Hi Ka'Shard," said a voice.
Ka'Shard turned around and saw the grim face of Trey Jonner. Trey grabbed him from the shoulder and begin dragging him through the room. Another trenchy grabbed Fuinto.
Ka'Shard was in utter confusion, he looked behind him and saw Croldocks in excess movement but in excess control.
"Creole is killing Dr. Gerard!" yelled out a psychiatrist.