Here's the third chapter! I apologize for the SUPER long wait. Lots of things have happened and hopefully, I will post more chapters sooner. Thank you for being patient! I'm so glad I finally finished it! Thank you for all the views! :D
NOTE: I DO NOT OWN OUTLAST OR THE PICTURE!
Linda wakes up earlier this time. She sits up almost instantly and looks around her room. Her room seemed pretty normal. She got up and opened her door slightly and peeked through. Seeing staff members, she calms down.
"Good, I'm not dreaming," she tells herself.
Linda takes a shower and does her hair and makeup, leaving her long brown hair down. She grabs the file and sat on her bed to look for a new patient. Linda saw Chris Walker's file. She thought for a moment and then realized how dangerous he may be. She flips through more pages and finds Richard Trager's file.
"I should probably get him over with for now while our relationship is still somewhat sane," she tells herself.
Linda didn't want the officers interfering with her appointment so she decided to go straight to Trager's cell. She leaves and walks out of her room, holding the file and her keys. She receives glares and a few "hellos". She exchanges most of them with her bright smile and continues to the Male Ward. Passing through the first gate, she grabs a pair of handcuffs to make sure Trager doesn't attack her. She passes through the second gate and travels past the cells.
"Is it my turn now?" said a charming voice next to her in one of the cells. Linda had forgotten about Eddie.
"Not today. Tomorrow most likely," she answers, looking up at him and giving him a small smile. He smiles back and they exchange their short goodbyes. When Linda arrives at Trager's cell, her welcome wasn't surprising.
"The tramp returns!" Trager says in a cheery tone.
"Hello, Trager. I'm here to take you to my office. We're starting your therapy session today," she says, glaring at him with a calm voice. Trager ignores her and stares at her slight cleavage. She grows impatient and covers her chest with her long white lab coat.
Trager chuckles. "You're no fun."
"I'm not here to play your childish and perverted games. So please just come with me. The sooner we start, the sooner we finish. Okay?" she says.
"Oh, alright. Since you asked nicely," he groaned, getting up from his bed. She opens the door and she pulls out the handcuffs from her back pocket.
"Are you serious? Do you even know how to use those appropriately?" he jokes. Linda just glares at him, holding the handcuffs. He lets out an annoyed sigh and holds his wrists out in front of him. She clasps them on and gestures for him to proceed forward.
"Look at you, Officer Tramp," he laughs.
"I'd prefer you to not call me that," she says, opening the gate.
"Yes, I know. But Linda just seems too plain and boring," he replies, walking through the gate.
"Call me Dr. Hart then."
Trager just laughs. "No thanks. I'll just stick with Tramp."
Linda rolls her eyes, finding this argument completely useless. They passed through the second gate and Linda proceeds to her office with Trager in front of her so she could keep an eye on him. As they passed through the halls to the elevator, Linda notices some employees were staring at them and whispering to each other. Linda found it very annoying but Trager paid no mind to it. He kind of enjoyed the attention he was getting.
They arrived at the elevator and stepped inside. The elevator started moving slowly and Trager laughs.
"This elevator is slower than before. You really need to get this fixed," he said.
"I'll put that on my to-do list," she says sarcastically. The elevator finally reaches the second floor and Trager steps out first with Linda following behind him. After passing through a few offices and and some unhappy employees, they reach her office.
"Right in here," Linda says, unlocking the door and opening it for him to walk inside. Trager walks inside, giving her an evil smile and winking at her. She rolls her eyes again and doesn't exchange a smile back. Trager annoyed Linda in ways she never thought she could be annoyed but she somehow doesn't lose her temper with him.
"Aren't you gonna remove these?" Trager asks, lifting his arms gesturing to the handcuffs.
"Not a chance. Who knows what you'd do," she answers.
"Oh please, it's not like I'm gonna kill you. It's far too much of a risk."
Linda hesitates for a moment, not wanting to trust him. But he's right. If he did kill her, he'd be dead in minutes after security hears the commotion. She knew he'd be too smart to do that. Without saying a word, she pulls the key from her pocket and uncuffs him. He rubs his wrists for a second and sits in Linda's chair.
"Quite comfortable," he smiles.
"That's my seat, Trager. Yours is over there," she says, pointing to the large lounge chair. Trager looked over there for a second and then turned to her.
"No thanks. I'm fine right here," he smiles. Linda just lets out a large sigh.
"Alright, fine," she says angrily before he sits in the lounge chair. She opens her files and scans through them, looking at Trager's file again.
Case Number: 185
Patient: Richard Trager
Consultation Dated: 2012.03.12
Initial Date of Patient Consult: 2012.01.05
Mental Disorders: None
Patient Age: 62
Gender: Male
Observing Psychologist: Dr. Linda Hart
Reason at Mount Massive: Murdered female coworker while working at Mount Massive
NOTES: Must be observed at all times. Also extremely manipulative.
Linda looked at the file once more. She couldn't believe the reason he was here, sitting in front of her. She looks up at him, and he smiles back.
"Yes, it's true. I murdered her," he says, breaking the silence. "She deserved to die. She was a lying bitch, that one."
Linda just glares at him, not wanting to speak while knowing she has to. Trager was indeed, manipulative. He spoke softly in a calm manner like he thought what he did was right. She clears her throat.
"Let's begin,' she says. "Have you ever been to a psychologist before?"
"Seriously? You're gonna start with that?" he asks, slightly annoyed.
"Just answer the question, Trager," she said, growing impatient.
He let out a deep sigh. "No, I have not," he said. "You're my first," he smiles.
She rolls her eyes. She was growing really tired of his smart remarks but she continued anyway.
"Overall, how would you describe your mood?" she asked.
"I'd say I'm pretty happy," he replied. Linda hesitated for a moment. Did he really just say that?
"Why is that?"
"I know everything about this place and what people do here because I was part of it. I'm the only one who knows how to surpass the engine. No matter what they try, they will never break me," he says, slightly chuckling. Linda looked at him with her eyes narrowed like she couldn't understand anything he said. Trager then noticed her silence.
"Oh, that's right. You don't know anything about this place," he said. "Well, whatever they told you, is all a lie." Linda just stared at him, not knowing what to say.
"They might have told you this place is all that. They say they're helping us, patients, helping them get better," he continued. "Nope, they're using them. Nobody claims them so they're stuck here. Murkoff can do whatever they please."
"You're lying, Trager. I was asked to be here to help these patients including you," Linda says calmly, but showing a hint of fear in her tone.
"You really think that's why you're here, sweetheart?" he smiles. "This place isn't something that gives patients another chance at life. More like the complete opposite. If a patient ends up here, they might as well be dead already." Linda stands up and stares Trager down with fury in her eyes.
"How could you say that about these people? They're human beings and they don't deserve the disrespect you're giving!" she shouts.
"You think I'm joking?!" Trager shouts back, standing on his feet. "I have worked at this place for years! They're using these patients just like they're using you! You mean nothing to this place and you mean nothing to Jeremy!"
Linda pauses for a moment, staring at Trager. The anger was almost completely gone. "You're wrong, Trager," she says. "You've lost your mind."
Without hesitation, Trager reaches his hands out and grabs Linda's throat. The momentum makes her stumble back and into the lounge chair. She stares up a Trager whose right hand is gripped firmly on her throat while his left is supporting himself on the backrest next to her head. All Linda could do is look up at him in fear. She could not scream with Trager's hand being too strong, stopping her screams from passing through.
"You're afraid to admit it. You know there's something wrong with this place but you believe that hiding underneath Jeremy will protect you," he says with his soft and calm voice. He inches his face to the side of hers and whispers. "Jeremy is using you." Trager then starts chuckling which then turns into a wicked laugh. Three security officers burst through the door. Trager instantly lets go of Linda's throat. She gasps for air and coughs slightly. Trager raises his hands, surrendering.
"Hello, officers. Care to join our therapy session?" he asks. Without hesitation, the guards force Trager away from Linda. He fights back but one of the guards pulls out his taser and shoots Trager. The darts go into his chest and he falls to his knees. He passes out and the officers take him away back to the male ward. Linda sits there in panic after helplessly watching. After the officers leave, Jeremy rushes inside.
"What happened?" he asked, slightly angry.
"He attacked me, of course," she replied annoyed because he didn't ask if she was okay.
"How did this happen?" he asked, sitting in the large chair.
"It started off well until he lunged."
"Why didn't the guards help?"
Linda paused. "I didn't have any guards with us."
"What?" Jeremy asked in disbelief.
"My last session went terribly because your officers took him away before I could even understand him!" she exclaims
"That doesn't matter! They are there for a reason to make sure you don't get hurt! Why would you think that would be a good idea?" he shouts.
"I had it under control. We were communicating perfectly well!" she shouts back.
"What did he tell you?" he asked a bit more calm.
"He told me that this place isn't what it seems to be. I didn't believe him of course."
"He didn't mention anything else? Nothing at all?"
"No"
Jeremy sat there for a moment, thinking. Linda was still a bit paralyzed by the adrenaline of fear to wonder what was going through Jeremy's mind. He gets up and walks to the door
"Wait, where are you going?" Linda shouts after him.
"I'm going back to work. You should get some rest and resume tomorrow. Have a good day Dr. Hart." he closes the door behind him, leaving Linda alone in her office, trying to process everything that happened.
"Trager is wrong. He's just crazy," she tells herself. "Is he?" She sits back on the lounge chair and holds her head in her hands, thinking of ways to prove that he was lying. But she couldn't think of any. He did work there for a long time alongside Jeremy for years before he became a patient, so of course, he does know more about this place than she does.
After a few minutes of trying to come up with ways that Tager was lying, she finally believed that he was just trying to scare her. Possibly to get revenge for something he did to him without realizing she did it. It was the only logical thing she could think of. Linda stands up and cleans up the mess Trager made and straightens up the chairs. She sits at her desk with the files sitting there in front of her. She exhales deeply and opens up the files. She reads through all of them briefly, not even believing half of the things she's read.
"Burning down a farmhouse with 12 people trapped inside and burned to death," she read out loud. She looked through the rest of the files to study every patient and to mentally prepare herself. The ones she was mostly concerned about three specific patients. Chris Walker, Eddie Gluskin, and Richard Trager who she despised so much.
After hours and hours of reading and researching, it was late at night. Linda could barely keep her eyes open. Once she slowly drifted to sleep at her desk, her office door slowly opens to reveal Jeremy Blaire. He silently walked over to Linda's desk where she was sound asleep. He looked down at her, his body and face being lit up by her desk lamp which was the only light in the room. He leaned forward and brushed her hair behind her ear and stares at her for a few seconds without any expression on his face. He puts his hand on her shoulder and slightly shakes her.
"Linda?" he asked, trying to wake her up. "Linda, you should go to your room. You've been here all day."
"Hmm?" Linda said.
"You need to go to your room. Come on, I'll help you," he said, trying to lift her up.
"No, I'm fine," she said with her tired voice. Linda wouldn't stand on her feet, due to being extremely tired and not wanting to walk all the way down stairs.
"Alright, we'll do this the hard way," Jeremy said. He scooped her up from the chair and carried her bridal style. She rested her head on his shoulder. He left her office while carrying her. He received glances from a few employees. There were barely any at all because it was so late at night. Some whispered to each other but never spoke to him, even though they were all confused as to why he was carrying the passed out Linda. He stepped into the elevator and it started moving, which woke Linda up.
"What are you doing?" she asked, barely keeping her eyes open.
"I'm taking you to your room. You couldn't even walk," he answered, not even looking down at her.
"You should've let me sleep in my office. I was fine there," she said.
"Of course not. I need you well rested for tomorrow. It's best to sleep on a bed." Before she could argue more, she drifted back to sleep and they arrived at their floor. He stepped out and walked to her room. Once he unlocked and opened her door without dropping her, he set her on her bed. He looked at her once more before leaving her room.