-1Blue Eyes

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Notes: Alright, I'm continuing it. Since people wanted me to so badly. Thanks to all those that reviewed and or read. I appreciate it greatly. Here is chapter two.

Chapter 2

The news buzzed through the walls under doors and made it's way through every crack. Nurses whispered quickly and excitedly as doctors stared at each other and shook their heads. Patients merely laughed.

On every floor someone would be found laughing. It could be nothing but a sick giggle or a smothered snicker. But there were many outbursts of hysterical laughter that later resulted in sedation. None of the alleged insane were surprised. They grinned at what they viewed as the staff's naivety. Cure a person's mind? Posh! Completely ridiculous they thought while easily heard giggling to themselves in their small white rooms with the padded walls and tile floor.

But nobody knew the real reason. They didn't know why he had said it. They just thought a crazy is a crazy. Nothing can change that. A man wants to kill, you cannot destroy that urge. It will always be there even if only hidden to be protected. But nobody knew why he had said it.

They all thought it was just a simple thing. Why would Doctor Octopus say he wants his arms back? It never occurred to anyone that there was an alterative motive. Not a person questioned it. Not a single one.

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Otto had decided to start simple in his mission to learn more about the girl with eyes made of ice. Earn her trust was the start. Get inside that deceivingly empty shell of a teenager. Most of the doctors were giving up on her. At night he would hear the nurses discuss the child. None of the conversations ever sounded even slightly encouraging.

One particular day in group therapy Otto decided to make his first attempt at contact. Byron was talking about his childhood on the streets and Otto turned his eyes to Angie. She was staring emptily at Byron but after a possible five minutes past, her line of vision swung to stare Otto straight in the eyes. That was when he saw it. The blankness flickered revealing the inside before what he saw disappeared being replaced with another wall of ice. The frost bitten orbs slithered back to the speaker. But Otto felt accomplished, he had seen inside her. Only for a moment but an emotion, a feeling had leaked out and shown itself to him.

She had shown approval.

Before he had much more time to bask in the glow of success the group was being dismissed. Seizing a chance he waited for the others to file out before requesting a moment of the counselors time.

"What's going to happen to Angie?"

The woman looked surprised but kept her face straight. "Otto, you know I can't discuss other patients with you. I'd be breaking everything I signed into by doing so."

"I'm not asking for her life story, I just want to know what will happen if she doesn't start opening up." He truly was curious as he asked this. What would happen if a person her age did not cooperate?

The woman sighed and looked at him carefully. Finally nodding she spoke. "Alright, she will go into permanent placement in another hospital. None of her family wants to take her in and that would be the only suitable place for her. She would stay there until she dies."

Otto's mouth fell open in shock and horror. Trapped in a mental hospital for her entire life? It was a horrible thought.

"But she's in there! She spoke that one day and I saw it in her eyes today. She looked at me and for a moment she actually looked at me! I saw her in there, she's not completely gone."

The counselor frowned and looked at him sympathetically. "It's hard to think of I know. But unless she completely joins the world again, it's the only future she has. I'm sorry Otto. But that is the honest to God truth."

And with that she carefully walked away. But he could see it. The woman was sad to admit the truth herself. She was also ashamed that even she the therapist, had given up on the girl.

That night as he was stretched out on his uncomfortable bed he began to plan carefully. He could and would not let a child with who knows how much to offer be condemned to a life in a mental ward. He would get her to open up. He would make her come back to life.

He refused to let the girl with blue eyes die alone in a padded cell.

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