"Insane Asylum"
Chapter 14
Promocat: There are a lot of situations where I wouldn't blame someone for that. This is one of them indeed.
ElusiveIllusions: Yup. Thought I didn't like him, but Claude's a good antagonist.
Ai Chiyo: ALL THE SUSPENSE.
Yoitemichealis: Wha, you didn't like it before or something? Kidding~ Well, hope you all enjoy this then!
+++Blind +++
"They found him innocent?" The worry and disbelief in the dark hairs voice was evident. "He was on trial for a reason, obviously he was suspicious! Ciel Phantomhive is mine-"
"You're getting too obsessed with the patient." Dorian Grey sighed, fingers tapping against his desk in some odd rhythmic pattern that the younger didn't recognize.
"Faustus isn't reliable; I know he's being paid off by the Trancy kid."
"There was no proof found." the grey haired shook his head. "You're far too anxious about this. What do you plan on doing?"
+++ Torture+++
"Hello Ciel." The child was staring at the floor, sitting straight in his chair, not willing to look up. "How are you today?" There wasn't an answer. It was different than when he'd been with Alan though; this was absolute refusal, rather than dismissal.
"That's not very nice, I welcomed you and you should greet me in return." Claude tsk'ed, sitting in his chair comfortably. "Well?" He got nothing. "Now how am I supposed to help you when you won't say anything to me?"
The younger smirked lightly, not looking up to meet the doctor's gaze, but still feeling the subtle sharpening of the man's glare.
"Well, I suppose we can try something different." The man stood, grabbing his clipboard as he walked over to stand in front of the Phantomhive.
The crack that sounded next echoed through the room, a small whine escaping the boy as he curled, arms over his head. The clipboard was lowered, the man adjusting his glasses with a smile when the boy flinched away at the thought of another blow.
"Director Faustus!" The door opened quickly, Alan in the doorway. The brunet casted a look over the patient, worry overcoming him at the younger's state. "… Is he alright?"
"He's fine. What do you want?"
"Oh, Ms. Annafold is here to see you about the upcoming-"
"How nice. Take Ciel back to his room." The man dismissed them both, Alan shooting him a glare before moving to help Ciel up. The boy may not have enjoyed his company before, but now the young Phantomhive nearly collapsed against him – really, anyone was better than dealing with the pale-eyed man.
"It's okay Ciel…" Alan offered what little comfort he could give, rubbing the dark hair's back for a moment as he led him away.
The ward didn't say anything though; a common problem now. Ciel wasn't the only one to change since Faustus' return. Drocell had become just as mute as the boy, and Pluto had started to lash out badly; Ash and Angela weren't sure what was upsetting their patients so much, but they were trying hard not to give up. They all knew their returning co-worker was the problem, but no one would say anything; they couldn't fix it.
"Doctor Humphries, may I have a word with you?" The brunet had just shut the door behind Ciel, letting the child relax in his room. When he turned around, he was met with the amber gaze of the patient's first doctor.
"Sure, of course."
+++and+++
Claude sighed as he looked over the paper work Annafold had tossed off to him. It seemed as if that Abberline fellow had indeed found a good amount of information out about the case… Unfortunately, it was starting to point towards Alois.
Usually he was really good about not caring. He held no interest in Alois, Hana, or really the case at all. He didn't care. However, the money was a nice bonus, and he would be able to keep studying Ciel if he could keep him in the asylum. Experimenting on the mentally unwell? That was always something that interested him. They were amusing to mold, shape, twist and break as he pleased.
With a sigh, golden eyes glanced at the clock. It was about time to go check on his favorite little patient. Ciel Phantomhive really was an interesting ward; he was young enough to snap back, hold up a rebellion to Claude, and yet still so easy to torment all at once. He was also smart enough to keep his mouth shut, which was also nice.
Claude opened the patient's door, smiling to see that the young Phantomhive was sleeping, trying to ward off the sleep deprivation Claude had put him through the past few nights. Well, this would certainly make things easier. The dark haired man moved over to the locked cabinets, unlocking them carefully and pulling out just what he would need for the perfect solution. The sedative wouldn't last long, but he did want to make sure Ciel wouldn't wake and start a fuss in the middle of the night. That could look bad on his record…
He frowned to see how light the boy was; while it made his work easier, Ciel should be eating a more balanced diet. Faustus didn't want the young ward dying on him; what would he do then? Shaking his head, he easily carried the younger down the steps to the large main floor and took another few steps past that into the basements. A good portion of the rooms down here were rubber rooms for isolation or over-active patients, however there were a few that were empty completely that Claude often found a way to put to good use.
He locked the door behind him, not wanting any unwelcome intruders. It wasn't often that doctors stayed the night; that duty usually went to the few security guards on hire, or a nurse or two. Still, he knew that lately some of the other doctors were getting territorial with their patients…
Ciel was set up in one of the few chairs in the room, Faustus looking over the sleeping boy curiously. Really, what to do with him next was a wonder. There were several ways to get to someone who was unstable, but this time he had a goal. He really needed a confession. He didn't care how, but Claude needed a way to save his own ass and let Ciel take the blame. After all, he wanted his pay and he needed Ciel to return. The others just weren't as… interesting.
"So pretty… so frail…" Claude couldn't help but smile to himself, using the chair's binding to make sure that Ciel wouldn't thrash, arms and legs restrained. The night was about to get interesting; the youngers visible eye was starting to open slightly. While it was obvious that he was still out of it and far from real consciousness, Ciel could see him. The boy visibly paled, and Claude couldn't stop a chuckle. That seemed to catch the boy's attention, and he started to struggle meekly against the bindings. He didn't get far. The man shook his head. He didn't want Ciel to ruin the surprise, and he quickly managed to get a cloth around his eyes. "So fragile… so weak."
The director moved over to where the sink was, the countertop littered with the collection of instruments he had laid out last time, all of them nice and clean for now. He never really thought about what he was doing; he didn't find it wrong. It was a common reality that people wanted to see others snap. Why else was TV Drama so popular? Murder flicks? Even better, the stories written about sick twists tearing people apart. While he was able to see these things, he never saw himself as one of those creeps; he just saw himself as a common human.
The first thing he picked up were paperweights. They really weren't heavy; weighting maybe only a pound each. Moving back to the chair, he adjusted it so the younger was lying down, setting each one of the weights down along the upper torso near the lungs. Ciel seemed to still be in a confused daze; usually by now he would have at least started barking at him.
The next tool of choice was grabbed, the small crop dragged along the weighted chest, noticing the younger shiver through the cotton gown. The ward shifted in the loosened cuffs, trying to get the weights off of him so he could at least breathe right. Shaking his head, the crop came down with a crack in the air, a scream echoing in the sound proofed room. It wasn't even the beginning. Claude really wished a cat-o-nine would have blended in better in an asylum; that would've done beautifully.
Curiosity drove the next blow. If Ciel was having trouble breathing now, maybe just a bit more appreciation was needed for what Claude had granted him. The riding tool came down on the child's throat, a disturbing choking noise fighting its way through the windpipe as the teen fought to catch his breath.
Smiling at the compliant ward, he moved to tighten the bands around his wrists and ankles, wanting it to be difficult to attempt movement. The crop was returned and Clade looked over some of his other options. The clean and sparkling scalpel caught his attention.
+++Kill+++
"How have you been, Ciel?" The brunet tried to smile as he stayed in step with the young Phantomhive. Claude Faustus found himself busy preparing Ciel's case file. Alan was back in charge of the ward for now, and judging by how badly the teen's anxiety was getting to him, it was a good thing someone else took over.
"Ciel?" He noticed the younger flinch, not looking up from the path they were walking along. There were bruises along the youngers arms, and when he had stretched that morning, Alan had noticed more extensive damage to the child's torso. It was disturbing, but when he asked where they'd come from, the patient had refused any type of answer. "Ciel, you know that if your current doctor is mistreating you, anything that's happened would be stricken from record. Are you alright?"
Blue eyes slowly looked up, the visible sapphire pool sparked with a bit of hope. "You're going to have to speak up. We don't have a lot of time you know. We're down to a week; we're doing the best we can."
"We?" The voice was scratchy, unused.
"Doctor Michealis doesn't like how this is playing out."
"I knew he was attached…" Ciel chuckled awkwardly.
"He was working very hard on this case. I don't blame him." Alan said honestly.
"So… you want to help him?"
"Very much." the brunet nodded. "If I can be honest Ciel, I don't think we can make much of a difference in the days left, even if Claude got found out. There's very little evidence pointing to Alois, no standing evidence against Claude… and you did have amnesia spells."
"Are you saying I'm doomed?" Ciel stopped walking, staring at the man.
"I'm saying that if you enter that courtroom, you're only going to be locked up permanently. Maybe here, maybe somewhere else… Either way, the odds are against you."
"So what do I do?" The Phantomhive demanded.
"You run." Both males jumped at the new voice, though Alan calmed the moment he recognized the dark haired man.
"Sebastian…" Ciel stood frozen, actually feeling relieved to see the man again.
"Oh Ciel Phantomhive, what a mess you've gotten yourself into." He shook his head, moving closer to rest his hand on the teen's shoulder. "Do you have any idea what I'm going to have to do to save you this time?"
For that moment, things seemed to phase back. Nothing changed – not physically – but Ciel knew that voice; he knew that tone. It was his Sebastian.
"Run?" He had nearly forgotten Alan.
The raven haired looked back to the other doctor with a smirk. "What I'm about to say could get you into trouble, Doctor Humphries. If you would like to look someone in the eye and honestly say that you don't know anything, you should leave now."
"I already know you're up to something and didn't report suspicious behavior. I'm staying."
"Excellent. I could use your help."
+++End Chapter Fourteen+++
AN: … I am seriously sorry for the creepy Claude scene… You have no idea how bad it was before I cut and re-edited it. Seriously, disturbed myself after I realized what I was writing.
That entire scene is based off the song "Blind Torture Kill" by Suicide Commando. If you like creepy shit, go for it.
I don't like Claude; and it's actually really hard for me to get in that state of mind. So I watched one of the Saw movies last night and tried to watch Silent Hill but couldn't find it…
…. Love you?
"Ah, I've missed this particular baby, for all it likes to mess with my mind. No worries about the creepiness, I know certain stories have to go there, and this is one of them (and I've creeped myself out too sometimes, usually after far too much Criminal Minds...^^;). I'm glad you didn't get too explicit though; torture is generally one of those things best glimpsed as a silhouette so as to get the point across, but still remain tasteful.
I'm excited for those last two chapters! Let's if i could use a squee icon here, there would be a line dedicated to them ;P"
-Vivacia18