Paul stalked through the hospital, a frown on his face. It seemed
like he just couldn't find anyone to torment and it was about to drive him
crazy, well crazier than he was naturally. That little pest Mary and her
pet were upstairs guarding Rickman so he couldn't get to him at the moment.
He supposed he could o and find that old biddy, Druse, give her a good scare, That just didn't seem like it would be enough fun though. If he could just find someone new to torment for a bit. Maybe that other brat?
What was her name, now? He just had a bad feeling about that kid.
Something was off about her and he didn't think it was entirely due to a lobotomy either.
As Paul tried to figure out who to amuse himself tormenting, he passed the door leading to the sleep lab. Suddenly he stopped, turning with a smirk and walking through the door. His smirk grew larger, his fangs showing slightly when he spotted Lona, her head pillowed in her arms as she slept in her chair, leaning forward on her desk. He hadn't done anything with a woman, well one besides Druse, in awhile. He could have some fun here!
He slowly approached Lona, one hand reaching out and gently ruffling her hair, causing a cold chill to run up her spine. He let out a slight laugh as his hand started to run lower, from her hair down her back.
Suddenly he stopped what he was doing when he caught sight of Elmer, sound asleep on one of the beds on the other side of the glass. He moved away from Lona with a smirk, heading for Elmer instead. The loser would be even more fun that the woman, especially if he was anything like that freak of a brother of his.
Elmer's eyelids twitched as if he was in the grip of some sort of suddenly frightening dream as Paul approached him but he didn't awaken.
Paul looked down at the young doctor. Yes, this was definitely going to be fun but now what did he want to do with him. After a moment, his smirk grew and he started to change, a moment later standing there in the shape of Elmer's late mother, Emma.
"Elmer," Paul whispered in Emma' voice, barely able to keep himself from laughing as the loser twitched in his sleep and softly moaned.
Oh, this was going to be too, too good! "Elmer, wake up, son."
"Mom?" Elmer's mind was still in a fog, not quite aware of what was going on, not able to force his eyes open. He could hear a voice though, a voice that sounded like the mother that he could only dimly remember. "Mom?" He called again. Something wasn't right about this,
more than something wasn't right about this but he couldn't wrap his mind around it. How could his mother be here? She had dumped him when he was barely more than a baby. How could he know what her voice sounded like after so long?
"Elmer, it's time to get up." Paul paused for a moment before continuing to speak, not exactly sure what he was wanting to do with Elmer.
Then the perfect idea hit him. "It's time for you to go home."
Home? Elmer's fog filled brain tried vainly to process what the voice was saying even as he felt himself slowly standing and following after his mother. Something somewhere deep inside of him knew that something was very wrong with this situation and he shivered with a sudden cold rush of fear. What was happening to him? This couldn't be his mother, he knew that this couldn't be his mother there with him. His mother was dead and she... she had never wanted him to begin with . Why would be here now when she had never wanted him?
"Mom?" He whispered. Although he knew that whoever was speaking to him couldn't be his mother, he felt himself compelled to follow the voice anyway, his body moving forward mechanically as they headed for the door out of the sleep lab, his eyes still firmly closed. He was cold, so very cold, and he knew that this was wrong but he couldn't stop himself from following.
"Lona?" his voice was barely audible as he called out her name.
Lona, she would help him, she would save him from this and make everything okay.
"No, don't call for Lona. Lona doesn't like you, remember?" Paul said in Emma's voice, softly reproving Elmer. "Lona just thinks that you're a loser that she can use to get what she wants. Do you remember that, son? All of the things that she's said to you when all you've done is try to be nice to her?"
"Yes." Elmer felt himself saying the affirmative although he wanted to shout out objections, to defend Lona against whatever this was.
What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he able to control his body, his mind?
'Lona, please do something! Help me!' he thought frantically as he exited the sleep lab following the voice.
"That's it, son. Lona doesn't care for you but I do. I'm you're mother and I'm going to take care of you. Just come with me and we'll go right home. You'll never have to worry about anything again." Paul smirked as Elmer followed behind him robotically, starting to slowly clime the stairs. Once he got the loser up onto the roof, it would be a snap to make him fall off. It would kill his father when he found out that his second son had committed suicide as well and as for the woman, well, he was sure she would be haunted forever by guilt. He was barely able to restrain himself from laughing as they continued up the stairs. This was going to be fun!
He supposed he could o and find that old biddy, Druse, give her a good scare, That just didn't seem like it would be enough fun though. If he could just find someone new to torment for a bit. Maybe that other brat?
What was her name, now? He just had a bad feeling about that kid.
Something was off about her and he didn't think it was entirely due to a lobotomy either.
As Paul tried to figure out who to amuse himself tormenting, he passed the door leading to the sleep lab. Suddenly he stopped, turning with a smirk and walking through the door. His smirk grew larger, his fangs showing slightly when he spotted Lona, her head pillowed in her arms as she slept in her chair, leaning forward on her desk. He hadn't done anything with a woman, well one besides Druse, in awhile. He could have some fun here!
He slowly approached Lona, one hand reaching out and gently ruffling her hair, causing a cold chill to run up her spine. He let out a slight laugh as his hand started to run lower, from her hair down her back.
Suddenly he stopped what he was doing when he caught sight of Elmer, sound asleep on one of the beds on the other side of the glass. He moved away from Lona with a smirk, heading for Elmer instead. The loser would be even more fun that the woman, especially if he was anything like that freak of a brother of his.
Elmer's eyelids twitched as if he was in the grip of some sort of suddenly frightening dream as Paul approached him but he didn't awaken.
Paul looked down at the young doctor. Yes, this was definitely going to be fun but now what did he want to do with him. After a moment, his smirk grew and he started to change, a moment later standing there in the shape of Elmer's late mother, Emma.
"Elmer," Paul whispered in Emma' voice, barely able to keep himself from laughing as the loser twitched in his sleep and softly moaned.
Oh, this was going to be too, too good! "Elmer, wake up, son."
"Mom?" Elmer's mind was still in a fog, not quite aware of what was going on, not able to force his eyes open. He could hear a voice though, a voice that sounded like the mother that he could only dimly remember. "Mom?" He called again. Something wasn't right about this,
more than something wasn't right about this but he couldn't wrap his mind around it. How could his mother be here? She had dumped him when he was barely more than a baby. How could he know what her voice sounded like after so long?
"Elmer, it's time to get up." Paul paused for a moment before continuing to speak, not exactly sure what he was wanting to do with Elmer.
Then the perfect idea hit him. "It's time for you to go home."
Home? Elmer's fog filled brain tried vainly to process what the voice was saying even as he felt himself slowly standing and following after his mother. Something somewhere deep inside of him knew that something was very wrong with this situation and he shivered with a sudden cold rush of fear. What was happening to him? This couldn't be his mother, he knew that this couldn't be his mother there with him. His mother was dead and she... she had never wanted him to begin with . Why would be here now when she had never wanted him?
"Mom?" He whispered. Although he knew that whoever was speaking to him couldn't be his mother, he felt himself compelled to follow the voice anyway, his body moving forward mechanically as they headed for the door out of the sleep lab, his eyes still firmly closed. He was cold, so very cold, and he knew that this was wrong but he couldn't stop himself from following.
"Lona?" his voice was barely audible as he called out her name.
Lona, she would help him, she would save him from this and make everything okay.
"No, don't call for Lona. Lona doesn't like you, remember?" Paul said in Emma's voice, softly reproving Elmer. "Lona just thinks that you're a loser that she can use to get what she wants. Do you remember that, son? All of the things that she's said to you when all you've done is try to be nice to her?"
"Yes." Elmer felt himself saying the affirmative although he wanted to shout out objections, to defend Lona against whatever this was.
What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he able to control his body, his mind?
'Lona, please do something! Help me!' he thought frantically as he exited the sleep lab following the voice.
"That's it, son. Lona doesn't care for you but I do. I'm you're mother and I'm going to take care of you. Just come with me and we'll go right home. You'll never have to worry about anything again." Paul smirked as Elmer followed behind him robotically, starting to slowly clime the stairs. Once he got the loser up onto the roof, it would be a snap to make him fall off. It would kill his father when he found out that his second son had committed suicide as well and as for the woman, well, he was sure she would be haunted forever by guilt. He was barely able to restrain himself from laughing as they continued up the stairs. This was going to be fun!