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Chapter Seventy-Nine – Dementia Immensus
Agent Alaska
Written by Avalanche Wolf
"Madness is like gravity. All you need is a little push." - The Joker
"MOI!"
Alaska screamed as he sat up, a cold sweat covering him. He saw it again. He's been reliving it for the last three days. He saw Moi in his arms. Her auburn hair was soaked with blood, her eyes were lifeless. He sighed and leaned up against the wall.
He closed his eyes and rocked slowly. "The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout. Up to the roof and began to climb on out. Caught a fly in his web, and bit right off his head, and the itsy bitsy spider, ate what now is dead." Something came through the slot of the door. His daily 'rations', if they could even be called that. He knew what the Director was doing. Trying to convince him that Moi never existed.
But he knew she did. After the Covenant attack, he woke up in this room, his armour gone along with his weapons. Just like on Haven. Alaska ate some of the food, but only some. He looked up and saw something. It was him. The elite who had killed Moi. His anger rushed to the surface and he screamed. He charged at the Elite and crashed to the ground.
He proceeded to punch the elite, pounding its face into a bloody pulp, beating it into the ground. He wanted the elite to die. Die horribly, in intense pain. Something like nobody ever felt before. His vision blurred. Nothing mattered to him. He wanted death. He stopped to examine his work. A large red stain marked where the elite's head used to exist.
No. Where was it? It was gone. The elite was there, Alaska knew it was there. He felt the blood on his hands. Wait. No. Elite's had blue blood, not red. He looked down at his hands, his fists were now covered with his own blood. The cuts on his knuckles seeped with the red liquid. He leaned against the wall and looked up at the ceiling. No doubt the Director was watching him right now.
Well, fuck him.
He closed his eyes and remembered all the moments he had with Moi. When they first met, her telling him about herself. When he hit her...when she died. The last thing she said to him. 'If this is how you wish to fall, may you feel bliss before you hit the bottom." He wanted her back. His mind was alone. Empty. He didn't like it. He needed Moi back.
He needed her back right now!
"Moi was nothing but an illusion, Alaska." Alaska turned to see him.
The Master, Zeus, the Director.
Alaska looked at him and then back down. "You think I don't know. Think I wouldn't notice. I can taste it. In the food. The water. Chlorpromazinec, lithium carbonate, olanzapine, thiothixene. You're altering me. Changing me."
"You are only partly correct, Agent Alaska. I am not trying to change you, but merely heal you. I want to rid you of your delusions," the Director responded crisply, his eyes betraying nothing, his posture showing only a quiet reserve.
"I have no delusions. If you are going to talk about it, at least use her name," Alaska spat grimly in return, his fists clenching, blood seeping through his fingers still.
"Alaska, Moi did not exist."
Alaska leapt to his feet and ran to the window where the Director looked at him. "She was real! She was no fucking illusion! I saw her, I held her. I watched as she fucking died in my arms! You will not disgrace her in my presence you self-righteous bastard!"
Alaska didn't know what was going through the Director's head, but he never flinched. Never moved. He walked over to a corner and sat down. The Director took his glasses off and wiped them. "There are many things in life that we hold on to dear. I watched as mine vanished before me. I had nothing. There is more that we can all offer, Darren. More than any of us know. Sometimes, the actions we take are what truly define us."
The Director returned his glasses to his eyes and walked away. "I will have a medic come and see to your hands." Alaska looked down at the floor, his eyes brimming with tears brought on by despair and frustration. The Director said he understood, but Alaska seriously doubted it. Moi was real to him. He wanted her back. He needed her back. She was his friend, someone close.
But what if the Director was right? No. No way. Moi was real. She was real to him, he knew in his heart she was real. The Director was trying to change him. He wouldn't let him.
He was so lost in thought that he barely noticed the door of his cell opening quietly. He looked up and his entire reality froze in front of him.
A woman stood at the door. She wore a white doctor's uniform, similar to the ones on the ship, but that's not what caused him to freeze. Her auburn hair was kept in a high ponytail, and her eyes had a certain silver glow to them. She smiled and spoke to him in a voice that soothed him. "Hello there, Agent Alaska. My name is Annabelle Rosewood. I'm a nurse on the ship. I'm here to patch up your hands."
She walked up to him and knelt down, moving as smoothly as water. She knelt down and took his hands into hers, placing them into her lap. Alaska couldn't help but comply, couldn't take his eyes off her. She mesmerized him. This woman was Moi. No, not Moi. Annabelle Rosewood. Medical nurse on the ship. But she looked just like her.
He looked down as she wrapped his hands in bandages. She placed them back at his side and he watched as she stood back up. "I'll be back in a couple of days to change your bandages. I'll see you then." She smiled and walked back out. Alaska looked down at his now hand-wrapped hands, raising them in front of him almost reverentially.
Moi was not here. No, she was. She was in the ship. Her heart was in the engine room. That was there Moi was. But her body was gone. But she was still here. Her body was just...wait. Her body. Her body was being used by someone else. That was it. Moi would come back in the engine room. She would be back in a few days. Alaska decided. That was his move. That is when he would bring Moi back.
He couldn't wait.
