Though in the darkness...some people weren't so lucky…. "D! d-don't do anything rash!" D slowly walked over to the crushed flower, he picked it up, and restored it to it's previous form. Then he started toward bue who was backing up until she bumped into the wall, mal tried to run over until D held up his hand and he was shoved back to the other wall. Bue was terrified, D knelt down to a face-to-face level with the flower in hand, she closed her eyes tightly when she knew D was getting closer and leaned her head back to the wall where her hair flap was facing him. He moved up his other hand to her face and caressed the cheek hidden by hair, he pushed it back to show her other eye, though she still resisted. D's patience remained still, "if you stopped resisting then it would all be over...you wouldn't even bother thinking about any kind of 'escape plan' he might hatch. It'd be fine and kind and...i've read your mind lately...you actually did want to come back and play our old games like teddy bear ruler, or your latest favorite, detective. Do you choose acceptance here or being an outcast there?" Her eyes seemed to shoot open, D must've pushed the right button, he sneered at this and he moved the, now glowing, flower closer to behind her ear. "NO!" She shoved the flower out of her face, out of D's hand, and far down the hallway. "You said you were a gen'ilemen...an' I though' 'ya were charmin'...'ya...'ya..-" his eyes glowed red. "It's not the same as the flower...an' I don' inten' on fallin' fer it! 'Ya jerkin'-". Mal stopped caring and began walking toward the play room...on purpose, though he did chuckle, "you two can get married for all I care...have fun, I'll get the rag dolls and the police tape with the fake blood, take your time...lovebirds..". He looked at them, his eyes, black, bue looked at him in horror and anger…. The bastard! She looked in front of her and saw D snap his fingers, bue tightly shut her eyes assuming he would create another rose for his hypnosis. D stood up, grabbed bue's hand and she opened her eyes to find herself in a lovely old fashioned ballroom….she slapped him. D put his hand to the mark and chuckled, bue stepped back but then got angrier, she stomped her foot forward and almost tripped, her black flats had been turned into black heels. Her ankles wobbled and her back kept flying back and forward until D walked up, caught her, and snickered. "Don't thin' this means anythin', I-I jus' can't balance! It's like walkin' on ice!" She made the attempt of escaping the slightly awkward scene but ended up stumbling and clutched onto D with both arms as they did an accidental dip, she looked away with another blush of embarrassment. He lifted her back up with ease and a cocky grin, "honestly...I think you're lovely, nothing can compare, not anything not all the flowers in the world, now I do like you, and I'd love to dance…". She blushed but then started to crack up, D was the one who felt embarrassed now, she was really trying his patience now though he was also confused until bue answered. "I may not know a lot of people...but..ha, without a doubt, YOU are the most forward person I've every met!" She laughed harder, wiping a tear from her eye decided to continue, she walked back towards D who had gotten over his anger and she put her arm up and hand onto D's shoulder then she grabbed his other hand and brought it up, "sure, I'll dance but I say how far it goes." D sneered, bue gave him an annoyed look as though he had won an arguement but then… "I dunno how to dance…" "neither do I but, I can figure it out-" D put his hand on the back of her shoulder to get into the proper stance. "-you know that I can become an expert at anything when we're in the darkness…" she had forgotten where they were because of the change in scenery, he snapped his fingers and put on some classical music, bue blushed again.
Mal was watching, eating some chips and soda close by, on a bean-bag chair, in the dark room with a mirror held up in front of him which lit up the corner he was in, like a movie. He rolled his eyes whenever they got so close to each other but then he just got annoyed when a stupid thought came to his head, I'm the third wheel aren't I? It didn't take long before...a few teddy bears heads had come off, the next second he was sitting back down on the beanbag and stuffed his face with more chips and with black eyes, dark circles, and sharp teeth. He'd grown tired of watching them dance romantically and eventually fell asleep just as D snapped his fingers and they were right by the door, worn out from their dancing. They walked in and their eyes were immediately drawn over to mal who was out cold in a corner with at least 6 headless teddy bears by his side, one of them was still in his hand, half ripped. "Aw, he looks like a cute lil' sleepin' child." "Looks like someone here got jealous and had a little tantrum…" D chuckled, bue walked over to him and picked up the mirror, it was paused at a certain moment, when the two were in the middle of a slow dance and her head was on D's shoulder, chest against chest and the sweet music was playing. Bue blushed again, D turned to look over at bue, they both 'awed' at themselves then back at mal. She set down the mirror, sat beside him, ruffled his hair with a smile then picked him up by the arm and brought him over to the huge bed that all of them once shared. D smiled, they're both back now…, now none of us'll be lonely again… D thought as he ran over to the bed just when bue had set mal down in the center, they pulled the blanket off and then tucked themselves in. D to mal's left, facing away, and bue to his right, all sprawled out, the two yawned and all three of them fell asleep together, cuddled up just how they remembered.
It was the day before court and mike's mom wanted her son to look more formal and so, she took him to the mall to go find some men's styled fancy attire. Mike was feeling uneasy when he saw the dressing mirrors, a few traumatizing memories returned and he turned away toward his mom who was holding, already, 2 suits. She shooed him to the dressing room and started looking at hats, "I'll tie your tie when you come out kay?" "Sure." He replied, it was a change of scene so it was probably that reason that his mother was seeming happier. The house had been starting to feel like a jail to her, I bet.
~PRISON FOR THE CRIMINALLY INSANE~
In a small, cold, plain, concrete cell with tiny rectangle windows at the top of the wall with spiderwebs and spiders in each corner, many tally marks having been scratched with a small, uneven, worn dagger. A spit bucket beside some heavy weights and a man on a small chair and then his cellmate…. "Aye! tomorrow's my judge day, I'monna get to see my son again...and my witch of a wife!" The man giggled, the other one on the chair just looked away and sighed at his boring and torturous life, having a cellmate, obsessed with his son and wife. "Can't handle too well without having to beat on something the size of an ant that can't fight back huh?" The man on the chair sneered while the other glared then chuckled, "what's so funny?" He paused. "...YOU'RE RIGHT!" "I was joking 'ya loony!" "I accept that fully…" "-accept what? the loony or the joke?" "BOTH!" He laughed happily. The other facepalmed and sighed, "my cellmate is mad!" "THE CRI-MI-NALLY, IN-...SANE!" He reminded him by syllables in a sarcastic tone. "Well, you sound like a truly delightful and pleasant father and husband!" The other man returned with a cocky grin, he smiled like Hannibal then laughed some more, calmed down and laying back on his bed, "why thank you kind sir! and it was merely for reinforcing my… 'lessons', and I believe they've quite worked!" "beating them?" "I wouldn't exactly say 'beating them' but more like simply influencing the two and showing who's the man of the house, if they'd learned that sooner...this whole thing here wouldn't be needed, the ol' softies!" The man said this almost as though he was having the conversation with himself and begrudgingly at that. There was a silence when their 'joking' turned more serious, then rain started to fall until it got louder and louder. There was a locking sound and the small open windows were automatically shut from the control mechanisms. You could tell from the neighboring cells that the other prisoners had wanted at least some slight entertainment as apposed to the usual dull and boring silence that always fills the hall, everyone is ordered to remain quiet after lunch which was 4 hours ago. The guards don't take disobedience too well. The first night of his arrival when he had that conversation, that was one of the most nerve-racking experiences he'd encountered:
"I can't do it...TAKE ME BACK TO MY CELL, PLEASE!".
... "why, it's nice to see you again papa." "Just the place I thought would be the best home… . FOR SCUM LIKE YOU!"
"Listen son, I promise I'll never hurt you or your mother again, I never truly meant to hurt you, I was frustrated and irresponsible and you know I would never do it on purpose-" "BULLSHIT!, YOU LYING SON OF A-"
"Listen,... if you were to support me in court then I might be able to make up for all those lost years with you and start things over with my son that I lo-"
. "No...ALL YOU CARED ABOUT WAS YOURSELF! YOU NEVER GAVE A SHIT ABOUT MOM OR MIKE,... just because you can't even try to understand your own son's issues doesn't mean you have to beat us HAVE...TO...DEATH!" "YOU SEE THIS…, THIS, IS YOUR DOING!"
"you're right, it's my fault...but one question, I know you're not one of mike's usual personalities,...so...who ARE you, really?!"
"I'm...Mal…and I'll never EVER let you get out of here until I see with my own eyes, your rotting half bloody flesh falling off of your moldy skeleton in a dark spider web infested corner!"
Those thoughts had been burned into his skull the minute they had left.