So here it is folks. Part three of "Healing a Broken Spirit". Be warned this chapter does contain violence. You have been dully warned. Now read.
Oh yeah. I don't own anything that already exists. I do not own Stephen King, any books he has written, any music lyrics you may here, or any quotes that may appear. So no lawyers, okay? -Randall Flagg2
(1)
As Kagome and her friends were busily tackling the latest math assignment in school, Isamu was reclining in his desk chair. So far nothing had happened. Oh well, something was bound to happen at one point. In hospitals anything could happen. He knew that from personal experience.
"Something has to give. I can't just stay here writing up charts and graphs all day long." Isamu thought. Anxiously, he began to pick at his cuticles, being careful not to go deep enough to draw blood. It was strange. After so many years, he still has not been able to break this habit which he normally resorted to when he was bored or anxious. He had started this little habit when he was fourteen, and from that point on he had worked over and over on his skin whenever there was nothing to do.
But that was of no concern now. All that mattered right now was that Isamu was bored out of his skull. He had written up more papers then he could count in the past few hours and he was ragged. He needed something to happen. Anything would do. Hopefully somebody would soon be admitted to the emergency room and that would be his cue.
"There are times when I really hate this job." He looked at his watch and smiled. Time for his break. Isamu got up and headed towards the lounge. Time for a bit of rest and relaxation.
(2)
Isamu sat in a cushy pink chair with a table next to him. On the table was a cup of coffee. In his hand was a Stephen King novel. If there was anything Isamu loved in life, it was Stephen King novels. He just couldn't get enough of them. Today it was "Desperation", an old favorite of his.
"God damn, he just writes the best stuff. That kid has his hands full with that demon spirit Tak." he thought to himself. He took another sip of coffee and turned the page. This was surely the life.
Isamu looked up and surveyed his surroundings, checking out the other doctors and nurses. He secretly hated them. And why did he hate? He knew why. He hated them because they were different from him. He did not envy them, oh no. What he hated was that they were trying to act human when in his eyes, they were anything but. Oh sure they could reason and talk and walk upright, but underneath it all they were-
"Animals." Isamu muttered. "Animals on leashes." He looked at his watch and saw it was time to go back to work. Time to go back to writing up graphs and attending to the sick and dying. He got up and headed back to his office.
(3)
"Hi Dr. Higurashi!" said the cheerful voice of Takashi Akira, Isamu's secretary. "Anything new today?"
Isamu turned to face him. Akira was a tall man with short brown hair and small rimless glasses on his face. He sat at a large wooden desk.
"Hello Akira." Isamu grunted. "Did those papers I want come in today?"
"Uh, no not yet sir, but I promise you they will be in soon." Akira replied. Isamu felt his temper start to give way. When it came to being a doctor, he was all business. And if there was anything that made him sick with wrath, it was when papers that he needed came in late. He did not care about getting promoted or getting a raise at all, but he still insisted on getting everything in on time anyway. It was after all, part of his job.
"Tell me you're kidding Akira. I really need those things in soon."
"I'm sorry doctor but I can't get them in today. I can however try to get them in by tomorrow."
Isamu was now sick with the urge to grab Akira by his hair and snap his neck like a twig. He could do it. He had the strength. And for a moment he really did consider doing it. Apparently Akira must have seen something in his eyes because his eyes widened in
(fear?)
surprise and he clapped his hands together in the "forgive me" pose.
"Gomen Nasai doctor." Akira said nervously. Isamu began to calm down and accept the fact that his paper work would be a bit late when Akira asked another question.
"How is your daughter?"
That was it. Isamu was insane with rage. How dare this man ask him about his family? What gave him the right to delve into his family and what he did to his daughter? If he meant to ask about his life at home, that meant he was curious about Kagome. And if he was curious about Kagome, then he would most likely ask if anything was going on with her. And then it would be inevitable that he would learn about what Isamu did to her. It was too much.
A smile crossed Isamu's lips. His eyes began to take on an insane look of glee. Akira saw this and felt fear close around his heart. He had never seen Isamu look like this. Heck he had never seen anybody look like this.
"Would you step into my office for a moment Akira? I would like to speak with you about something." Nervously, Akira got up from his desk and followed the doctor into his office. Isamu closed the door behind him.
"What are you doing? Is this-" and that was all he got up before Isamu grabbed him by his shirt collar and thrust him against the wall. Akira gasped.
"Now do you want to repeat what you said?" Isamu whispered.
"I just asked about your-"
Isamu shoved him against the wall again. "I know what you said. The question is do you really want to know about that?" he said hoarsely.
Akira was now officially terrified. "Please I didn't mean it that way I just wanted to-"
"What goes on in my family life is none of your concern Akira. I just want to make sure you understand and remember that."
"W-what do y-y-you mean?" Akira stammered, wondering what Isamu was going to do.
Isamu dug into his lab coat pocket and when his hand came out Akira had to use all his willpower to hold back the scream of terror building up in his throat. He had no doubt of what was going to happen to him now.
Isamu slowly raised the glittering scalpel in his hand up to Akira's face. He stopped just inches away from the man's skin.
"Now I want you to remember that what goes on with my family is none of your business. Delving into it might be the biggest mistake of your life."
"Please doctor I didn't mean to offend you I was just wondering and-" Akira was so frightened he was unaware that he was crying.
"Oh no don't worry. I'm not mad. I'm just... annoyed. That's all."
"Please let me go! I won't ask again!"
Isamu giggled, a high tittering sound that sounded like the laughter of a child. "I know you won't. But maybe I should leave you a little reminder not to ask about my family again." He began to reach for Akira's shirt. Akira finally broke and let out a small scream. Isamu let go of him.
"Good. I can see I don't have to mark you up at all. Now be off with you." Isamu said. Akira wiped his eyes and left the room in a hurry, happy to have escaped with his life intact.
Isamu put the scalpel away. All the anger in him was beginning to leave him. Thank goodness it had. He didn't know what he would have done if he had lost total control.
"I have really got to learn to control myself." Isamu said to nobody in particular. He sat back down at his desk and resumed his work.
To be continued...
I wasn't kidding when I said Kagome's father was crazy, was I? As you can see, her father is not just abusive but he is also losing his mind. And he abuses many others besides Kagome. Next chapter will come when I get the time and get an idea. Bye! -Randall Flagg2
Oh yeah. I don't own anything that already exists. I do not own Stephen King, any books he has written, any music lyrics you may here, or any quotes that may appear. So no lawyers, okay? -Randall Flagg2
(1)
As Kagome and her friends were busily tackling the latest math assignment in school, Isamu was reclining in his desk chair. So far nothing had happened. Oh well, something was bound to happen at one point. In hospitals anything could happen. He knew that from personal experience.
"Something has to give. I can't just stay here writing up charts and graphs all day long." Isamu thought. Anxiously, he began to pick at his cuticles, being careful not to go deep enough to draw blood. It was strange. After so many years, he still has not been able to break this habit which he normally resorted to when he was bored or anxious. He had started this little habit when he was fourteen, and from that point on he had worked over and over on his skin whenever there was nothing to do.
But that was of no concern now. All that mattered right now was that Isamu was bored out of his skull. He had written up more papers then he could count in the past few hours and he was ragged. He needed something to happen. Anything would do. Hopefully somebody would soon be admitted to the emergency room and that would be his cue.
"There are times when I really hate this job." He looked at his watch and smiled. Time for his break. Isamu got up and headed towards the lounge. Time for a bit of rest and relaxation.
(2)
Isamu sat in a cushy pink chair with a table next to him. On the table was a cup of coffee. In his hand was a Stephen King novel. If there was anything Isamu loved in life, it was Stephen King novels. He just couldn't get enough of them. Today it was "Desperation", an old favorite of his.
"God damn, he just writes the best stuff. That kid has his hands full with that demon spirit Tak." he thought to himself. He took another sip of coffee and turned the page. This was surely the life.
Isamu looked up and surveyed his surroundings, checking out the other doctors and nurses. He secretly hated them. And why did he hate? He knew why. He hated them because they were different from him. He did not envy them, oh no. What he hated was that they were trying to act human when in his eyes, they were anything but. Oh sure they could reason and talk and walk upright, but underneath it all they were-
"Animals." Isamu muttered. "Animals on leashes." He looked at his watch and saw it was time to go back to work. Time to go back to writing up graphs and attending to the sick and dying. He got up and headed back to his office.
(3)
"Hi Dr. Higurashi!" said the cheerful voice of Takashi Akira, Isamu's secretary. "Anything new today?"
Isamu turned to face him. Akira was a tall man with short brown hair and small rimless glasses on his face. He sat at a large wooden desk.
"Hello Akira." Isamu grunted. "Did those papers I want come in today?"
"Uh, no not yet sir, but I promise you they will be in soon." Akira replied. Isamu felt his temper start to give way. When it came to being a doctor, he was all business. And if there was anything that made him sick with wrath, it was when papers that he needed came in late. He did not care about getting promoted or getting a raise at all, but he still insisted on getting everything in on time anyway. It was after all, part of his job.
"Tell me you're kidding Akira. I really need those things in soon."
"I'm sorry doctor but I can't get them in today. I can however try to get them in by tomorrow."
Isamu was now sick with the urge to grab Akira by his hair and snap his neck like a twig. He could do it. He had the strength. And for a moment he really did consider doing it. Apparently Akira must have seen something in his eyes because his eyes widened in
(fear?)
surprise and he clapped his hands together in the "forgive me" pose.
"Gomen Nasai doctor." Akira said nervously. Isamu began to calm down and accept the fact that his paper work would be a bit late when Akira asked another question.
"How is your daughter?"
That was it. Isamu was insane with rage. How dare this man ask him about his family? What gave him the right to delve into his family and what he did to his daughter? If he meant to ask about his life at home, that meant he was curious about Kagome. And if he was curious about Kagome, then he would most likely ask if anything was going on with her. And then it would be inevitable that he would learn about what Isamu did to her. It was too much.
A smile crossed Isamu's lips. His eyes began to take on an insane look of glee. Akira saw this and felt fear close around his heart. He had never seen Isamu look like this. Heck he had never seen anybody look like this.
"Would you step into my office for a moment Akira? I would like to speak with you about something." Nervously, Akira got up from his desk and followed the doctor into his office. Isamu closed the door behind him.
"What are you doing? Is this-" and that was all he got up before Isamu grabbed him by his shirt collar and thrust him against the wall. Akira gasped.
"Now do you want to repeat what you said?" Isamu whispered.
"I just asked about your-"
Isamu shoved him against the wall again. "I know what you said. The question is do you really want to know about that?" he said hoarsely.
Akira was now officially terrified. "Please I didn't mean it that way I just wanted to-"
"What goes on in my family life is none of your concern Akira. I just want to make sure you understand and remember that."
"W-what do y-y-you mean?" Akira stammered, wondering what Isamu was going to do.
Isamu dug into his lab coat pocket and when his hand came out Akira had to use all his willpower to hold back the scream of terror building up in his throat. He had no doubt of what was going to happen to him now.
Isamu slowly raised the glittering scalpel in his hand up to Akira's face. He stopped just inches away from the man's skin.
"Now I want you to remember that what goes on with my family is none of your business. Delving into it might be the biggest mistake of your life."
"Please doctor I didn't mean to offend you I was just wondering and-" Akira was so frightened he was unaware that he was crying.
"Oh no don't worry. I'm not mad. I'm just... annoyed. That's all."
"Please let me go! I won't ask again!"
Isamu giggled, a high tittering sound that sounded like the laughter of a child. "I know you won't. But maybe I should leave you a little reminder not to ask about my family again." He began to reach for Akira's shirt. Akira finally broke and let out a small scream. Isamu let go of him.
"Good. I can see I don't have to mark you up at all. Now be off with you." Isamu said. Akira wiped his eyes and left the room in a hurry, happy to have escaped with his life intact.
Isamu put the scalpel away. All the anger in him was beginning to leave him. Thank goodness it had. He didn't know what he would have done if he had lost total control.
"I have really got to learn to control myself." Isamu said to nobody in particular. He sat back down at his desk and resumed his work.
To be continued...
I wasn't kidding when I said Kagome's father was crazy, was I? As you can see, her father is not just abusive but he is also losing his mind. And he abuses many others besides Kagome. Next chapter will come when I get the time and get an idea. Bye! -Randall Flagg2