Chapter 4
Interlude - Dear Mr. psychologist,
To say that you often had someone visit your home would be an exaggeration.
Beside the fact that you were just a normal young woman trying to live a decent, boring life in the big city, people always tended to avoid you.
Or run away screaming after they realised exact into whom they had bumped while being a Smombie.
It couldn`t be your personality. You cared for the wellbeing of your neighbours victims….
So that these idiots would not end as corpses into your backyard…
Were nice to animals…..
The one you brutally murdered with a frying pan excluded…
And even tried to be nice to your other neighbours!
Mrs. Fernando never quite forgave you for throwing and using little Mr. Fluffy pants as distraction bait for the mutant chameleons…
But beside this your home remained void of friends.
The sad truth was the last time someone had set a foot in there was during your arrest.
One of the other complications had been that the crispy-burned corpse had some ah parts missing and was little bit gnawed on.
With `it` off your wrist and you using `it` to purge the fire, the smoke and the flames had prevented your neighbour from seeing you doing your fire fight, but it didn`t stop him from hearing the burning victims pained cries joined together with your cries of pure anger and frustration.
That fucking slime ball reacted exactly as someone with his character would react.
He laughed. Then laughed some more.
You theorized that his laughter had an similar effect as his singing and another creature had been attracted.
This or by the smell of crispy-burned human flesh. Either was possible.
So for you the thing was quite clear.
For the investigating detectives it was not.
The fact that you were also caught redhanded wielding a fucking sickle hadn`t really helped.
Huh, now that you thought about it, the sickle hadn`t been given back after you were released.
You would ask nicely back for it.
After all, it was a very special sickle.
…
Maybe you really needed to visit a psychologist.
This strained relationship with your neighbour, him using you as a defence line hadn`t been healthy for your mind…But you hesitated.
Your first experience with a mental doc hadn`t been a positive one. The doctor that had been appointed for your psychological evaluation for the court had attacked you with rage-filled accusations.
You only had answered his questions and then suddenly he threw all professionalism out the window.
You emotional reacted. Like a normal human being! You were sure of this! Totally! …Or not?
In hindsight, this would explain his trembling form and wide fear filled eyes from then.
Or him pressing the silent red alarm button that had been so poorly hid under his desk.
Despite the fact you had been restrained in a damn straitjacket complete with clinical bite restraint muzzle like some poor Hannibal lecter imitator!
Huh. At least before you broke out of it…
Didn`t you also had answered some other questions? Could that have been the origins of his anger?
Flashback….
"A-and why didn`t you try to help Mrs. Amber?" "Who?"
"The ah, the woman who burned to death in your backyard. You didn`t grab your garden hose to extinguish her. Neither shuffled out off your sweat shirt and attempted to throw it over her in order to suffocate the flames."
"Why should I have done that?"
"E-excuse me?"
"Hate to be a hater doc, but she burned like a Christmas light, all over and very bright. What was the point in doing that? Water costs a fortune today and I would have ruined a perfectly nice sweat shirt."
"You would have lessened her suffering!"
"And in this time my home would have burned down. So her suffering matters but me possibly being homeless after this fool run around and lit everything on fire doesn`t? How nice of you."
"It`s what every human should do! And you were the reason she was on fire!"
"Why was it my fault?!"
"Y-you were the one that poured the gasoline over her!"
"I did nothing of the sort! I didn`t even know her!"
"But you knew where your neighbour stored his gasoline! The padlock was broken and the canister stolen and found before your neigbours door!"
"She did this to herself!"
"It is widely known what relationship you two have to each other!"
"And because of that I lit one of his victims on fire? Why should I steal one of them from him?! Most of them are just suicidal gibbering emotional messes!"
"Your neighbour has no vitctims!"
"Yeah, of course."
"Look doc, the investigation is still ongoing and its not nice to make assumptions."
"Assumptions?! Assumptions?! You broke into your neighbours shack, took the gasoline canisters, poured it over your helpless victim, light her on fire in your backyard and then in your greed for her flesh you cut off chunks of her burning corpse even when everything around you went up in flames, you goddammit psychopath!"
"Now look, there...", you begun cheerful, broken out of the jacket and looming over the doctor with a loosened muzzle clunked to the floor, "... So far I've been pretty cooperative considering the fact that you guys have believed my 'lovley' neighbour over me.
Arresting me, forcing a stomach pumping on me for evidence, stripping and forcing me into this prison scrubs... But hey, we are cool on this front, but ah you making assumptions when investigaton is still ongoing..", you smile at him with your teeth,"...not okay, doc. "
The psychologist stumbled then turned and surprisingly agile for his frame leaped grazile over his desk. Like a drunken hippo.
He crashed in his chair and fell to the ground. Ignoring his bleeding head wound he reached under his desk and pushed repeatedly on something.
You used 'it' again.
Lazliy leaning against the desk you reached for the there laying papers and flipped trough the pages.
"I mean I understand where you come from. Here I am an apparently psychotic lunatic with a lust for human flesh. What an opportunity that must be for you. I wonder what you have written in your notices about me? Hm..."
You read the first paragraph loud out.
".. Deranged psychopatic Individuum, lack of emotional caring for the well-being of others. Oh, delusional fantasies of eating human flesh, tendency to cannibalism? uh, most likely autistic, total sunken in her own world, noticed the change of her environment very late?"
Your eyes widened.
"Has apparently no pain reaction, nerve damage? Ran around in fire but didn't react, had no burns at all - self hypnosis, body didn't noticed?"
You sweated.
You laid the papers back on the desk and raised your hands behind your head. You forced yourself to look lazily.
" Ah uh, sorry doc, I may have overreacted. I just don't like it when people are telling shit about me. So why don't we ah do this another time and you just correct your notes?"
You released `it' from the button.
Seconds later the door opened and hit the wall.
Police officers stormed into the room.
One swung his baton and your body landed on the desk. Your hands were forced from you head and cuffed. You were ripped off the desk and thrown to the ground. Another put a boot on your back and holded a weapon to your head while he screamed for a new muzzle with intact leather fixtures.
"This was the only one we had in stock!" answered a colleague.
You laughed loud. The barrel was rammed harder in your head. You stilled and layed limp. After they made sure that you didn`t resist you were lifted and forced on your feet. The gun wielding officer didn`t seethed his gun. It seems someone was very eager and trigger happy…
"You okay, Doctor Massieus?"
Said doctor had been helped to his feet and now seated on his chair holding his kerchief on the bloody head wound to steem the blood flow.
"Y-yes I`m fine. Please call for a medic a-and…"; he looked fearfully at you, "….please escort Mrs. Zaveri back to the confinment areal."
"Got, it Doctor."
Two more police guards took positon besides you and grabbed your arms while one still hold you at gunpoint. The last stayed behind with the doctor to make sure he was ok.
As you were lead to the door you tilted your head and looked back at the Psychologist.
"Ah, one last point Doc. A little fact that also needs correction. I didn`t used the sickle to cut chunks of meat from her body. Totally unpractical for such a deed. It could scrap against the bone and the burned flesh would likely dull the edge. No, it was used for a much more practical reason."
The doctor glared fearful at you.
"A-and what reason would that be, Mrs. Zaveri!?"
You really needed to defuse the situation! This guy was the one who would present his diagnosis of you to the court!
How could you just loose your temper?! Oh right! `It`had been taken from you and now `it` was free and flowed trough your entire being!
With it came the fucking damn arrogance. The knowledge of ones own superiority, of being the biggest badass in the room!
You practically now radiated the stuff and your behaviour automatically adjusted.
Just say the truth, be cooperative and answer in nicely not insane sounding words!
"Why, to cut down the fire of course."
….
All people in the room stared at you…
Aand stared some more….
"Because it isn`t just some run-of-the-mill sickle. Its very special and one of a kind. So please note down how very precious it is to me." You looked at the police guards.
"And you, gentlemen…"you smiled,"….I understand the reactions and I`m really sorry for destroying the muzzle and the straight jacket sleeves, but I didn`t even touched the doc. He should be more careful where he practises his exercises. Leaping over a desk in the middle of a medical exam is very unprofessional. So I would really anticipate it if you would be a little more gentle in handling me. After all…"
You look at them with piercing eyes.
"No one of you would like to have a bad time!"
With this said you throw a last smile at your guards and strolled to the door.
There truth said and kind crtitism given.
This should change the first bad impression they had of you.
Flashback end…..
Nah, that couldn't be it.
His accusions triggered your emotional reaction. Add to this your extreme dislike for being dragged to a psychological examination against your will and you had the perfect mix.
Oh! You understand now!
His unprofessional behavior!
His untrained fat body!
And his total irrational weird reaction to your answers!
A facade! Oh, how could it be otherwise?!
How did you not see that?
Behind this cowardly wormelike mask stood a brutal calculated interrogator who ass kicked the truth out of his victims in the name of justice!
You shivered.
He had laid out the bait and you basically jumped straight into his trap.
You lost your cool and paid the price. Because after you had been escorted out of the office the guards had thrown you into solitary confinement. That had not been a happy time for you.
Darkness, lonliness and once again being constricted in your mobility had down a number to you.
In this moment, you had been so tempted to just let `ìt` go completely.
You had been robbed of your bracelet! Fuck this world, fuck this people! What had they ever done for you?!
Free it! Use it and flee from this rotten place! Burn it all to the ground! Show them why you should not be trifled with!
It would had been so easy. So, you didn`t do it. Because it would have been the easy way out. Taking this path always leads to darker ones. In addition, it would mean your neighbour had won the unspoken war between you two.
So you stayed to let the judgment happen!
The investigation of your case got on and you had a really bad time, but you endured and things got better.
This filled you with PERSEVERANCE.
And in the end you had won your freedom.
And thanks to the goopey one…
You had won the WAR.
Now you only needed to win its trust.
And when that trust was won...
It would be YOURS.
