Asylum chapter 8
*Kane*
Oh jeeze they did it to me again. Kane thought reaching for his pounding head.
What did I do? Kane wondered. I must have lost my temper again.
Yeah the pen he wouldn't give me the pen. Now I've done it. Kane thought as the memories came flooding back.
I'm never getting out of this cell if I keep letting them make me lose my temper. Kane thought. I have to rein in my temper. Not lose it.
No doubt about it now Dr. Whalen is in on it. He intentionally kept from understanding me. He knew what I wanted all along but faked ignorance.
If he's in on it and he is I'm more screwed than I thought. All he has to do is make sure I can't communicate at all and he wins. If he wins Vince wins. Kane thought, moving faster now.
I can't let Vince win I won't. Kane thought, beginning to get angry.
No, calm down. You have to sit down and be quiet for them to think you are not violent. Kane told himself, forcing himself to sit down.
Even in the basement it wasn't this quiet. Kane thought, at least I had the noise from the street and father moving around upstairs. Now there is nothing but silence.
Silence and white. Kane thought, staring at the walls he tried to make himself breathe slowly and keep from pacing.
*Dr. Whalen*
Well that worked even better than I planned. Now next time he comes to see me it'll be a while. I may even have him brought in wearing a strait jacket. That should keep him from wrecking my office at least. Dr. Whalen thought laughing to himself. That should also piss him off again.
*Derek/Kane*
"Men's fubar" Kane heard from the doorway.
One of these days. Kane thought beginning to tense. No keep it together you have to keep it together. Kane thought getting up and walking to the door.
Oh I guess I got him. Kane thought looking through his hair at the orderly and seeing his bruised face.
Kane stepped outside the door to be greeted by not one but two other orderlies.
Looks like I got one of them too. He thought feeling just a bit satisfied.
"Let's go." Derek said, taking Kane's arm. One of the other's took his other arm and the third moved in behind him.
"He needs a shower too guys." Derek said. "He smells."
I guarantee they use the hose today. Kane thought, not looking forward to it.
Here we go. Kane thought when they headed from the men's toward the showers.
"Strip." Kane heard the orderly behind him say.
Keep it together. Kane thought not looking forward to the cold water he knew he'd have to endure. Just do it get it over with. Kane decided beginning to undress.
"In there." The guy behind him said shoving him into a shower stall.
Brace on the wall. Kane thought then when you turn around lean back on the wall. That way you won't get knocked around as much as last time.
Shit. Kane thought when he wasn't even halfway to the wall and the water hit him.
Ow. Kane thought when he bounced off the wall in front of him blindly.
Gotta get my feet under me. Kane thought trying to get his hands on the wall to brace himself.
They have got to be moving the hose around. Kane thought, realizing the pressure kept changing making it impossible to keep his balance.
Shit Kane thought hitting the floor once again.
Maybe it's better if I just stay down here. Kane thought they are intentionally knocking me down anyway.
Can't breathe. Kane thought curling up into a ball. Have to get some air.
Then as suddenly as it started it stopped.
Are you done fucking with me? Kane thought rolling over to face the men.
"Well get up." One of the men said. "We haven't got all day."
Let me get my breath. Kane thought still hacking and coughing up water.
They'll probably turn the damn thing on as soon as I get up. Kane thought, slowly getting to his feet.
"Put these on." One of the men said throwing him some clothes.
What no towel? Kane thought, looking at the clothes.
"I said put them on." The man repeated.
Ok fine. Kane thought trying to quell his growing temper.
This is fun. Kane thought trying to get the clothes over his soaking wet body and quickly realizing they were also too small.
"Let's go." One of the men said taking his arm once he was dressed. The other two took up their previous positions and they headed back to his cell.
I wonder what happened to Rick. Kane thought, still coughing. At least he was a decent enough guy.
"In you go." The man on his right said, pushing him into the cell.
*Kane*
Well wasn't that a pleasant jaunt out of the cell. Kane thought ruefully, coughing a bit more.
Sitting back down Kane continued coughing and choking for a bit as he settled down on the floor.
"Your food." Kane heard watching through his hair as an orderly put his try on the floor.
"Make sure your fork in on the tray in one piece." The man said before closing the door.
Of course wouldn't want me trying to escape using part of a plastic fork would we. Kane thought almost laughing at the image.
OOhh lucky me. Kane thought as he picked up the tray. A little mashed potatoes and some kind of meat.
I wonder if I can even cut this meat like substance with a fork. Never mind keeping the fork in one piece. Kane thought sitting down by the door to eat.
They won't have to keep me here long if they keep feeding me like this I'll starve to death. Kane thought once he was done and was still very hungry.
I haven't had a decent meal since I've been in this place. Kane thought. Not that I expect much after all just enough to keep me from feeling like I haven't eaten at all.
Getting up Kane began to pace.
Stop that. He told himself you need to look calm no matter how restless you feel.
Sitting back down in what had become his corner Kane bent his knees and laid his arms across the top before letting his head drop onto his arms.
*Dr. Whalen/Vince*
Have to call and let Vince know how he's doing. Dr. Whalen thought, picking up the phone.
"What?" Vince said answering the phone.
"It's me." Dr. Whalen said.
"How's our little project coming?" Vince asked.
I wonder how long he'll need to be in there before he learns his lesson. Vince thought, bringing a smile to his face. Eventually he will then he'll follow order the way it should be.
When he was with Paul at least he was under Paul's control and Paul was under my control but Paul decided he wanted Undertaker instead. Then I was stuck with no way to control the damn freak.
"Just like you said it would. He's attacking staff. He even had a go at me yesterday until I put enough drugs in him to drop a horse." Dr. Whalen said. "He'll be back in iso for a while yet after yesterday."
"Good, has he managed to talk to anyone yet?" Vince asked.
"Yeah he wrote his first name in milk." Dr. Whalen said.
"Did anyone see it?" Vince said sounding worried.
"Yeah, But I got rid of that guy he was asking too many questions." Dr. Whalen said.
"Has anyone else gotten suspicious?" Vince asked.
"No, they probably won't either. Most of them just come in do their jobs half assed and go home." Whalen said. "They don't give a shit what goes on here as long as they get paid."
"Good." Vince said sounding relieved. "Is he still listed as a John Doe?"
"Yeah but most of the orderlies are calling him Fubar." Dr. Whalen said laughing.
"I like that." Vince said joining in the laughter.
"Let me know if there is any change with our project." Vince said.
"Oh I will." Dr. Whalen said.
*Kane*
I need to move a bit Kane decided after sitting for a while. I'm starting to cramp up.
I'll just pace for a little while nice and slowly. Kane decided.
That's better Kane thought as he stretched his arms and back while he paced.
Maybe just some stretching exercises. Kane thought facing the wall and bracing his hands on it.
Oh that feels pretty good. Kane thought stretching his back and thighs by pushing on the wall.
What I wouldn't give to get into a gym for a bit. I really need to get a workout. Kane thought wishfully. Or even just get my hands on a heavy bag.
Even as a kid in the basement I had a heavy bag. It really takes the tension out of me to just hit it. Kane thought remembering the time he spent doing just that.
Maybe I can work out without a gym. Like I did in the basement. Kane thought. I can't do chin-ups or anything but I can do sit-ups and pushups. Maybe if I get my blood flowing a bit the room won't seem so small.
This feels better. Kane thought as he did push-ups. If I close my eyes I can almost pretend I'm in the basement not it a padded cell.
Rolling over Kane kept his eyes closed as he began doing sit-ups. Just put yourself somewhere else anywhere but here.
I guess that's enough of that. Kane thought feeling the sweat running down his back and through his hair.
Now I'll just cool off he thought beginning his stretching exercises again then pacing slowly.
*Jeff*
"How's fubar?" Jeff asked coming on shift.
"He's doing ok. He was exercising earlier but he's just sitting in the corner now."
"Did he have his shower." Jeff asked hoping he hadn't so he could do it himself.
"Yeah," He had a shower.
Damn Jeff thought. I wonder if they gave him a shower or a pressure wash.
"Good one less thing I have to deal with." Jeff said, trying to sound more pleased than he was.
"You want to help me take him to the men's, it's been a while."
"Sure." Jeff said wanting to do anything but.
"By the way after yesterday he's a three on one."
"Oh yeah." Jeff asked having had the previous day off. "What happened?"
"He went ballistic in Dr. Whalen's office. Took out the doc and four of us before the doc got a shot into him. He went down fighting though."
"Oh really. So he's going to be in iso for a while yet." Jeff said.
"Yeah looks like it. If I were Dr. Whalen I would leave him there to rot after yesterday. He flipped the desk right over on top of the doc."
"He did, that desk is heavy." Jeff said, almost to himself.
*Kane*
"Let's go fubar." Jeff called into the padded cell.
Where? Kane wondered getting up and walking towards the door. Maybe I'm going to see the doc again. I'll do better this time.
The three men fell in around him two of them taking his arms.
Oh it's just the men's. Kane realized when he saw the direction they were headed.
"Make it fast we've got things to do." Jeff said, pushing him into the small room.
Sure Kane thought. But I wish I could at least see out a window for a minute. Just for a minute.
I haven't seen any sunlight since I got here. Nor a night for that matter. There are no windows on the inside hallway. Only in the common rooms. Kane thought to himself wishfully.
I'm going Kane said when they arrived at his cell and pushed him rather roughly inside.
"I'm not in the mood for your shit today fubar so don't give me any or else I'll take your head off Understand." Jeff said after the other two had walked away.
If you come at me you'd better be ready for a pounding. Kane thought, moving further into the room.
Kane heard the door slam before he could turn and face it.
I hope he starts something tonight. Jeff thought. I'd love to get my hands on him. He won't take me out as easy as the others.
*Kane*
I remember when I was in the asylum before I was so happy when father came to see me. I asked him to get me out please and he told me not to bed it wasn't becoming. Called me weak for asking. Kane thought. What I wouldn't give for a visitor.
Father told me to behave. I remember the staff making me draw pictures of things. Then getting upset at what I drew.
Father told me to draw what they wanted and stop drawing upsetting things or I'd never get out.
I started drawing what they asked me to draw. They kept bringing me coloring books and crayons. Like I was a six year old not a teenager. I asked for books to read and they brought me kid's books like I was too stupid to read regular ones. Things like Ernie goes to school. Kane thought his mind drifting back.
When father finally got me out I never left he basement again. Not until we went to teach me to wrestle.
Then we went to get Mark. There were so many people it made me nervous. I'd never been around people. Kane thought. But I didn't care I had father and was getting my hands on Mark.
Then Father was gone. He'd chosen Mark over me and I was all alone and unable to even make hotel reservations.
I had never felt so alone and lost in my life till now. Kane thought.
**** Dreaming ****
What the hell. Kane thought walking through the halls. Where is everyone? He could hear his footsteps echo as he walked. A loud disturbing sound in the silence.
I'm in an arena but how can I be if there is no one here. Am I early for the show. No I can't be, there would still be someone around.
Damn it. He thought still wandering looking for someone anyone to tell him what is going on.
Walking to the ring he saw a figure in the ring.
What's going on he asked. Surprised that he had a voice.
The figure said nothing. It simply turned to face him.
It's me? Kane thought with wonder, just before the figure that looked like him attacked.
He could feel the blows landing but was unable to defend himself. No matter what he tried the other him countered. He could see the fire burning in its eyes. The fight went on and on with Kane unable to land a single blow.
How can I be fighting myself? Kane's dream-self wondered. How do I win there has to be a way to win there always is.
**** End Dream ****
*Jeff/Dr. Whalen*
He's flopping all over like a fish again. Jeff thought looking in at the big man.
I think I'll go talk to the doc before he goes. Maybe he needs something to calm him down again. Jeff decided.
"Dr. Whalen," Jeff said entering the doctor's office.
"Yes Jeff."
"I think fubar needs something to calm down. He's flopping around like a fish in there. I think he might hurt himself if he keeps it up."
"Sure go ahead and give him something." Dr. Whalen said absently.
*Kane/Jeff*
What is he doing here? Kane wondered seeing Jeff and two other guys walk into his cell.
"Doc says to give you something to calm down." Jeff said, smiling wickedly.
I don't need anything to calm down I'm calm. Kane thought still trying to make sense of the dream.
"Grab him I don't want him fighting me." Jeff said to the other two.
Don't! Kane thought. I don't need it.
Getting to his feet Kane tried to back away but found himself in the corner again.