A fan fiction by Kate-chan 91
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, so you lawyers should shut up.
Kate-chan 91's tidbits (A/N): Whoo-hoo! I'm back everybody, sorry if you missed me! My home comp still isn't fixed, but I'll try to update as soon as I can until then.
Before I start Part 3, I would like to take the time to give PP. Bunny and zeth kyng toast and thanks for being the firstpeople to review. (Throws toast and thanks)
Here's the first installment of part 3. Enjoy!
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Part 3Chapter 6: The Straightjacket
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"…Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale when he asked me for a light, and I knew something was strange about this ride…" –"The Ride"
"Thank you for coming in earlier than originally scheduled, Mister and Missus Manson. Peppermint?"
"No thank you, Detective. Why did you reschedule our interrogation again?" Mister Manson asked Keith.
"Because… I'm at a small speed bump in your daughter's case. According to her diary, she was being sent to the insane asylum just outside of town. There are two insane asylums in this area: Amity Park's and the tri-county areas. Which one did she enter for psychological treatment?"
"Why do you need to know that?" Missus Manson questioned.
Just what is wrong with these people? Well shit, that lone STATEMENT explains a lot…Keith thought as she replied, "Look, I'm just asking this: did you send her to Amity Park Asylum for the Mentally Impaired, also known as APAMI or Tri-County Psychological Treatment Center, AKA TCPT? It's as simple as that."
"Uh… I believe Samantha was sent to APAMI. We didn't know about the Tri-County one even existing." Mister Manson replied.
"Thank you! You two may go now, I'll be rescheduling your actual interrogation to next Thursday." Keith told the now confused couple as she sent them out her door.
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"Well, this is it…" Keith said to herself as she drove up to the lowly Amity Park insane asylum the next day.
The asylum itself was indeed an oddity. Established in 1887, it was one of the areas first asylums, doubling as a jail that housed 1,000 convicts along with the 800 citizens from near and far that had been sent here, considered insane by the public and federal judges. The architecture also made it strange to look at as it was constructed with a gothic design, complete with buttresses (unlike other buildings nearby from the past and present). While some people believe it was meant to give it a supposedly sick sense of beauty to a place with such negative energy, the gothic architecture instead expressed inanimate emotions that were those that matched the setting it was set to be built as.
And those emotions were the very ones Keith felt as she got out with some supplies and locked her '89 Corvette. She could feel goose bumps popping up from her middle-aged skin as she walked up the stairs and opened the doors.
When she entered one of Sam's doctor's main offices, she was greeted with a secretary about twenty years Keith's junior. The problem was, the twenty-two-year-old woman, bubble-gum chewing and fresh out of college, wasn't cooperating.
"'Got an appointment?" she asked with a right cheek full of pink gum.
" Yes, I'm the detect-"
"Look, I'm not asking for your life story, I'm simply asking if you have an appointment with Doctor Burns today, he's a very busy person as you may know-"
"Oh," Keith retorted, "so you would rather not let me say who the hell I am and why I'm here, but you seem to looovveee Burnsie so much you want to tell me about how he's soooo busy with his crap talking with people that may as well stickknives up his legs!"
The two women were just about to clobber each other when the doctor conveniently stepped into the office and intervened. Afterward, he let his secretary go off to her lunch break (it was 12:30) and had Keith sit down in the chair across from him.
"So," Burns asked, "are you the paranormal expert investigating the, uh-hum, hauntings or the detective who wanted to talk with me?"
"If the detective is named Mary-Lynn Keith, that would be me, sir."
"Excellent, so you're here, welcome… would you like a peppermint before we start?"
"With pleasure!" she exclaimed with childish glee that shocked the doctor; Candy was one of the few things that brightened a gloomy day in her opinion.
As she was chewing on the star bright peppermint, however, the conversation's mood jumped back to serious business.
"First things first," Burns started with, "what did you want to talk with me about?"
"One of your recent patients, sir, a Miss Samantha Manson."
Burns gulped and slightly lost his cool at that the very mention of that name. "What name did you say again?"
"Samantha Manson. Did something… weird happen?"
"In a way, yes- it was a very unusual seventeen day period working with her."
"Well, I am currently investigating something a couple of friends Sam's believed about that caused her to hit the brink of insanity. Would you like to explain the events with her that occurred from the twelfth of October to the twenty-eighth of that month?"
Burns didn't even hesitate for a second. "If it will lift that particular weight off my shoulder, I will gladly do so."
End of Chapter Six
A/N: That's the beginning of Part Three. The actual conversation for this part will start next chapter.
I hope you have been enjoying this so far, and don't forget to review.
Ja Ne!
Kate-chan 91