New Chapter! Sorry for the wait guys! Thank you for your patience with with everything and I will try to get another chapter up tomorrow!
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Crane woke subtly, blue eyes opening slowly as he lifted his head from his desk and looking at the laptop before his eyes opened wide as all he saw were the bright blue screens going across the desktop. He rubbed his eyes quickly and sat up in his desk, looking at the screen again and seeing nothing but the bright blue squares. Flashing on each in white letters were "No Connection". He cursed himself silently, he didn't even remember falling asleep. But the sun shone brightly through his windows and he knew he had been out for atleast 3 hours. He quickly stood from his desk and looked at the screen again. It may be a technical issue but he doubted it. He grabbed the items he needed for his morning session with Nirvana and opened his desk and grabbed a small bottle of his fear gas, pocketing it quickly and stepping out of the office.
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Nirvana sat on the floor, her eyes closed as she listened and a metal pipe rested on her lap. The pipe came from the bed frame in the room, carefully unscrewed with her fingernails but not before she had moved the bed to each corner to take the wiring from the cameras. Since she wasn't caught the first camera, she knew Crane wasn't looking at them at the time and quickly went to work on the others. She opened her eyes as she heard the foot steps approach her room once again. She stood from the floor quietly and held the pipe in her good hand. She moved the the side of the door where the hinges were and hide as she heard the door being unlocked. She held the pipe tightly in her good hand and waited for the door to open.
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Crane stood at the door, listening to any sound from the room. He paused for a moment, his eyes looked through the broken wood. He moved the wood with gentle fingers and took a better look inside and it looked like an empty room. He thought of what Nirvana would do? He wouldn't be suprise if she wasn't even in the room anymore. But he had a different idea. He turned the handle for the door slowly and with quick speed and strength, he opened the door all the way, Nirvana getting trapped between the wall behind her and the door in front. She yelped, startled at the action before cursing loudly. She looked up through the hole to see the ever intense blue eyes staring back at her.
"Those cameras cost a lot of money, I hope you didn't break them," he stated coolly. She scoffed and shook her head.
"All I did is pull out two or three wires. They can easily be patched back in." She grumbled quietly.
"Good," he held his hand against the door as he took a moment to look inside the room. He saw that her bed was lopsided and chuckled and shook his head, "Was the idea to get me down here so you could bash my brains in and then make a run for it?"
"Not to bash your brains completely in, just knock you out long enough to get out," she stated, setting the pipe on the ground with a small clank and crossing her arms over her chest. She looked similar to a pouting child who had got caught doing something they were not supposed to be doing. Crane looked down at her through the peep hole with a raised eyebrow.
"You've been here for 2 days and you've already broken 3 things," Crane remarked coolly, "I'm gonna have to fix all of this before I start work today. So you need a time out while I do that," he stated with a shrug before quickly throwing the glass bottle through the peep hole and hearing it shatter.
"Please no, I'm sorry, I'll help fix it, please don't do this to me again, please," she stated quickly as he felt her push against the door, trying to get out if her confined place, Crane however put his weight against it and kept her stuck, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," the pushing against the door became stronger as he could tell she was losing it. Then suddenly everything stopped. Crane waited a few moments, feeling out what exactly was happeneing. He pulled the door forward and looked behind it to see Nirvana standing there, perfectly still, tears in her running down her cheeks as she looked in front of her. He pulled the door closed all the way and waited for when it would be safe to enter the room. When he did so, he saw Nirvana in the same spot as before, eyes wide as she stared in the same spot, paralyzed with fear. He cleared his throat as he entered the room and shut the door behind him. He grabbed his jacket off the broken bed and quickly pulled it on his arms. He walked around the room for a moment, deciding what he should start on first. He decided to pick up the glass from the corner in case Nirvana moved at all while she was out. He moved to her, seeing her eyes welled up with tears moved him slightly. He would never admit it though. He grabbed her shoulders lightly and moved her to the side of the broken bed, and she mindlessly moved as he did so, her feet barely moving as she did. He sighed quietly as he went outside and flipped the light switch he had outside. The room was illuminated in a soft warm glow as the lights turned on. There wasn't much power in this old wing but there was enough to have light when he needed it.
He moved to the corner where he had broken the glass and began picking up the pieces in silence. He heard Nirvana move and looked over his shoulder to see her crouched down and huddled into herself as she had down at the party. He kept his curiosity as quiet as he could. He'd find out what she saw eventually. It may not be that day or the next. But he'd find out if it killed him.
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The heat was unbearable. It scorched her skin and made her weak. She felt nauseous as she concentrated on the flames licking her skin. The entire area was on fire. A roaring monstrous blaze that seemed to be consuming everything. The trees, the grass, the flowers, the animals. The animals screamed in mercy as the flames engulfed them and in the middle of it all was her. She didn't recognize the place she was in in her immediate memory but everything felt familiar. She kept her eyes closed, the tears she cried dropping on to her bare arms and it felt so cold compared to the heat surrounding her. Some things came into view then flickered out, her bed and the floor would show for a split second as she rode the waves of the toxin in her lungs.
She knew everything wasn't real. None of it could be real. But she couldn't keep her mind focused on that idea as the fire continued to rage. She felt her mind slipping from her firm hold, but she still continued to reach out for her sanity. Suddenly like a burst, her surroundings turned dark, blackness consumed her vision as she lifted her head from her knees to look out into the darkness, blackness, emptiness. But one thing looked back from the darkness, and it was a bright blue flame. Controlled and refined in its power. It was so close, Nirvana lifted her good hand out to touch it, but her hands went through unscathed by the heat. But suddenly the flame split into two smaller flames and they seemed to be looking right at her. Like eyes in the darkness. Then the voice came through again, came through the darkness, the same as before. It echoed through her ears as she reached out for the flame again, each but her hand went right through it again, each of them untangle to her finger tips. She sat back and watched the glowing blue orbs move about, seemingly coming closer to her.
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Jonathon moved around, leaning up on his tip toes to fix the wires for the cameras, plugging them in carefully and then moving on to the next. When he was finished with that, he moved to the bed frame and mattress. He scratched the back of his head in thought. Should he put it back together? No. Because she would just take it apart again. He flipped the mattress and laid it flat on the ground. He then lifted the broken bed frame so it was laying on the unbroken side and pulled it out of the room. He got it outside the door and pulled it to the side of the wall. He sighed and stretched his arms, his lack of strength rearing it's head. He looked back into the room and saw Nirvana looking up and her hands reaching out as if to touch something in front of her. He leaned against the door frame as he took her in. She didn't look scared anymore, that moment had passed already. She was riding the wave back out already. He made a note to raise the dosage for next time. But it was obvious that she still wasn't on the right plane. She was still somewhere in her own mind. He moved so he was standing in front of her, pulling something out of his jacket and kneeling down in front of her.
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The voice came to her again. Closer this time and more intelligible than before. The two blue flames took a more crystal clear color. Like two white hot flickers in the dark. She scooted closer to it as the voice came through.
"Nirvana, I can make it go away, just tell me what you see," the voice spoke softly as she looked deeply into the flames curiously.
She thought briefly on what the flame said and she answered honestly, " I just see you, it's really dark."
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Crane narrowed his eyes as she spoke. He looked in her eyes and could see she was still lost. He spoke again, voice calm.
"What am I?" He asked gently, keeping himself relaxed.
Nirvana smiled, looking at him incredulously. What a silly question. She didn't know the answer to that. She thought about it a little while on how to answer and then the voice came to her again and it seemed clearer. Louder. And she recognized it immediately. She felt her body immediately thrown out of the darkness and the room flickered in her eyes.
"You are some kid from bum fuck Nebraska who nobody ever loved, Crane. That's what you are," she answered, her eyes seemingly coming back to this plane as she looked at Crane who was right in front of her. She watched as his eyes went from relaxed to narrowed in subtle rage.
"Welcome back," he stated coolly, standing up from his place on the floor so that he was standing over her. She breathed out deeply, feeling a heavy weight being lifted off her as she came back to reality. She looked around the room, seeing the mattress laying flat on the floor and the cameras seemed to be put back together. She scooted back down to her mattress and lifted herself with her good hand. He stood and watched as she rubbed her forehead and then her temple. He threw the thing he had been holding on to and it landed at her feet. She looked down at it with one eye and laughed gently.
"I'm not some patient with an inbalance who needs to write down their feelings, Crane," she stated but she leaned over and picked up the black journal. She examined it and saw one of the little white plastic unbreakable pens was tucked into the elastic holding the journal shut. She pulled the pen out and set it outside and opened the journal and looked through the pages but there were all blank. "What do you want to write about?"
"Whatever you want to write about," he stated turning his eyes away from her. He took a couple long steps around the room, "I'll put the lights on a timer. They'll turn on at 9 or 10 and turn off at 9 or 10. And..." he motioned his head to the hole in the door, " If you can keep from breaking anymore of my things, I'll leave the hole open in the door too," he explained, trying to sound as patient as he could though it was obvious that he was aggravated with her.
"Thank you, Jon," she stated honestly, casting her eyes to the floor. He moved towards the door and opened it, looking over his shoulder at her.
"Don't think this little outburst has me forget talking about your treatments, but we can save it for tonight after Im done with work," he explained coolly, "I'll bring breakfast and coffee when I get a chance," and with that he shut the door with a sharp snap and Nirvana could hear him walking away. She rested her head on her hand as she tried to get her focus back into reality as flashes of the nightmare world still flickered in and out.
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Crane opened his office and was surprised to see someone already in there. He straightened his shirt as he addressed, "Can I help you?"
The person turned to look at him and he let his eyes look the man up and down before moving to his desk, "Yes, I'm detective Gordon, I have a few questions for you, Doctor Crane."