Wow, I have GOT to be more organized with my life. I have a brand new planner, so life should be easier for me to remember when to update this story, huh? ;) Well, on with chapter 10!
Chapter 10
"Alex, what is it that you do for a living?" I slooshy that Riley inquiring to me as we gooly alongside of each other the very next morning, just outside of my domy town and almost near the bus stop on our way to the state prison, "I feel like you don't like to talk about work as much as your father do…"
I whistle sharply at the air around me, promptly scaring her a malenky tomtick, but I only did it to viddy if I can attract the attention of those pesky birds, O my brothers. Bog knows I find them quite interessovatting to smot at from a distance, and on a very exciting day such as this, you viddy, they would serve a much real dobby show for Riley and I until we meet this Casey malchick. Much to my disappointment, though, nothing came out of the bushes or out of the gates that surround the malenky domies that dot the lower class neighborhood. Riley smots around, her silver-like brown locks gleaming against the sun, and I smot at her with a smirk.
"I rabbit with the government, my dorogoy," I pinch her side and smecked as she squeaked in protest, "The same bloody government that tried to changed me and all of that cal. Stracky lewdies they are, eh? That's why I want to visit Casey so badly. Perhaps I am able to due to my position in my special job."
She stops to twirl herself around to smot at me all flip-eyed and kind of bezoomny in that really pretty way, "You work for the government, Alex?!"
I subtly mesto a finger over my goobers, and she glares at me, "Yes, now keep your goloss down. We're getting near the bus stop now."
Much to my surprise, she obeys me and keeps goolying with me. Perhaps she is just as curious about Casey as I am with like him. We sit down in one of those cheaply made bus stop shelters with like the graffiti-covered benches, written by hooligans much like Your Humble Narrator when he was molodoy and bright-eyed. Some of the slogans were much offensive to the proud dama that is Riley, which govoreeted something along the lines of, "Call this number if you'd like to become a meat sock for us malchickiwicks!" and "I gotta take a bloody PISS! Suck my bright hot dick!" Riley sits down, her wrinkled morder making Your Humble Narrator want to smeck at her as hard as I can, O my brothers.
"Bloody idiots." She whispers. I couldn't help myself and just smecked.
The bus ride ittied smoothly, and in about a half hour's raz we were at our final destination. I, being the chivalrous chelloveck that I am deep down, held onto Riley's pale rook after we stand up from our seats to hop off the bus. There were glazzies following us behind, perhaps out of curiosity or even envy, because truth be govoreeted, Riley and I appeared like an attractive couple. With your luscious narrator and Riley's feminine gait, I could not blame them for feeling that way, O my brothers. I keep this entertainment notion to myself, though, at least until after we finish our baddiwad malenky deeds for today.
Where we gooly, my brothers, is a metro city like place with like these tall buildings and sharp edges everywhere we turned. It viddied like a mesto built just for the upperclassmen in a way, those fellows in black business suits and damas in tight black dresses. It's a real dobby thing Riley and I dressed for success today; I have on a light blue business shirt and a striped navy business suit over that one. Regular slacks and leather sabogs and I smottied like the perfect regular chelloveck to the outside world. This is the same outfit I wore on the day I was released from the Ludovico Treatment and came back domy to find out Joe the Lumber was staying in my room. Riley fancies herself a form-fitting black ruffled dress and black ballet flats. We gooly around the street corners and not govoreeting much to each other until we finally viddy the gray, block-like buildings that appeared almost like a university. Inside, I begin to fume. This is the mesto where I received the Ludovico Treatment… and the mesto where they are hiding Casey Chase.
We stand about a few nogas away from it, shvatty it all in and trying to recollect our messels. I can tell by Riley's gaze that she is worried about how I am feeling about all of this, but I made sure to remain as stoic as I can be. There's no raz to be whimpering, after all! Emotions are a waste of time and it's better to get ittying. I smot at her and nod, goolying on ahead of her towards that mesto with like a very purposeful stride, and I slooshy Riley scurrying after Your Humble Narrator. I open the glass door and in I go, the von of medicine and antiseptic osooshes almost tearing up my glazzies as I do. We viddy a dama, a secretary of this mesto perhaps, and she itties clack-clack-clack on her computer. We slowly gooly up to her and she lifts her gray eyes at me curiously, "Can I help you, sir?"
"Yes, I work for the English government center and was sent by them to check up on someone." No raz to use my lovely Nadsat language, really.
"Do you have any identification?"
"Alexander DeLarge." I curtly reply, and she gapes at me with some confusion. I could even sense that Riley smottovat up at me with like some confusion as horrorshow, since she messel I'd might pull out some kind of badge or even a card to show the dama. I fear that this might not work out after all, but after the secretary blinked her grays at me, she simply begin to click a few knopkas on her phone and leans over to govoreet towards it, O my brothers.
"Doctor Lynch, would you please open the doors for Mr. Alexander DeLarge from the English government? I believe he is here for Chase." She nervously peers over me but I only smile cheerfully at her, prompting her to blush and let her glazzies fall downward. She is a plump malenky little thing, with flippy luscious glory and a set of chubby cheeks on both her litso and behind. I slooshy a gromky beep next to me and smot as the door automatically opens, as if I am in a prison instead of a specialized hospital. I viddy at the secretary before moving on along towards that door, ookadeet Riley behind to distract her from anything suspicious, O my brothers. Real dobby devotchka.
Uncle Alex has a lot to do, after all.
Traveling down to the long, gray corridors, I finally viddy a doctor in a white suit coming towards me with like a droogie demeanor. He smots to be around thirty-six, still molodoy in the field of medicine but surely experienced enough to be a real dobby practitioner. He holds out a rook and I promptly shake it,
"Mr. DeLarge! I'm glad to see you here. Don't know if you remember me, but…"
A part of him looks hesitant to continue, but I urge him to itty on with like a simple smile. "Well, I was one of the guys who tried to fix you up some time back. I, uh… I hope all is well with you lately, Alex."
"No worse for the wear, I can assure you, doctor," I reply as I let go of his rook, "I'd like to see that Casey Chase boy for some questions. Would you..?"
He nods skorry before turning around to gooly ahead of me to one of the doors, and I naturally follow behind. He jammiwams one of the klootches into the door and unlocks it for me, and he gently pushes the door with one hand before leaning back to let me into the room. Inside, brothers, is a malenky yet comfortable looking room, with like a bed and a heart monitor next to it. On the bed lays a blonde malchick in a straight jacket and these brown leather straps holding him down on the bed, O my brothers. His hair is a static mess, his glazzies creepily calm and peering at me. His goobers appeared all chapped and bruised still from the blow I viddied him in the gazettas, but it smots like it's healing alright. I suddenly find myself on my oddy knocky in the room, that doctor left me without so much as a sound. I calmly gooly over to that Casey and his glazzies fixes on me intensely, perhaps afraid of what I might do to him. The poor bugger; probably tortured beyond his wildest dreams here. Society has no compassion towards us broken lewdies, I'm afraid, and this malchick was no different from me. I sit down on a folding chair near him, and he stares at me.
"Hello, Casey."