Chapter one:
Silly, Stupid, Stubborn Girl
"I want to be, in your control; so unmerciful, you can twist me and turn me; just don't let me go!
I want to be your puppet on a string, Babe I'm not holding back, we can do anything, If I am crazy its cos you made me this way!"
I sang to myself a cigarette lit within my right hand and my left hand tittering with my notebook upon my lap, I focus my eyes upon the large white building and shaking my head as I pulled up files on Ex doctor Jonathan Crane. I was given him after my completion cure of my last patient 3600. Thank god, I got that out of the way with a no breather! Thanks to my Professor Mr. Kartan for knowing Dr. J Arkham my new boss. Grinning I watched as Harleen got out the car and walked towards the building. Getting out myself and stepping on the cigarette I ran to catch up with her.
"Harleen Quinzel! Dr. Quinzel!"
I stepped lightly as the rubble under my heels could have un balanced me, she smiled slightly at my clumsiness and held my arm for stability. I let out a relieved breath and tilted my head to the side with my own grin. She waited till I adjusted my bags and proceed to walk within the Asylum.
"I was wondering if you had any information with my patient 4469. Knowing that he's not your patient, but if your patient had spoken of him within one of your sessions."
She frowned, but understood what I meant right away.
"You must be the new girl from the higher Cities; Let me Guess Graduate from Loyola Mont University?"
I shook my head proudly and she leaned towards me studying my face, most likely my damned green eyes to see if they were real. I frowned annoyed by it somehow. Then waited for the dreaded question, which was soon to follow the curious glance.
"Your eyes are pretty, they real or contacts?"
"Real" I coughed and continued, "My parents both had brown eyes while my twin and I inherited our grand-parents eyes; Green and blue."
She smiled her own blue eyes sparkling in the light as she tiled her head to the side and handing me a small sheet of paper with a note on it.
"Here' a bit of information on your Patient Dr…?"
"Newport. Dr. Jayzmyin Marionette Newport"
She chuckled and walked towards her office as I walked towards my own on the west wing of Arkham house field opening files and writing out a few questions for Crane to make it easier on both of us. I was in over my head with this situation. I mean how was I, a 3-5 years M.D. Student, to compete against the 10 year M.D Degree Dr. Jonathan Crane. I was lucky if my brain was safe from his dark crystal bright blue eyes.
There was a knock at my door and it opened to one of my Guards who would watch me my first three to five sessions.
"He's waiting for you in the Interview room. Dr. Newport."
"Thank you, I'll be out in a moment"
I placed like three main , Red, black, and blue pens grabbing my note pad and scribbling two more questions down. Walking down the hall with Jackson right beside me. He seemed to get a little friendlier then needed.
"You're the new chick?"
"Apparently."
"That's coo, I'm Lyle"
"You already seem to know my name Lyle, That's for the news."
I was not interested in faculty relationships. Not with someone lower than me at that. Call me a bitch, but I am picking with whom I want to sleep and or live with.
"So, um I heard that your teacher other you the Job. That's pretty awesome of him ya'kno?"
"I suppose, and then again Mr. Kartan knew my father before he passed so it was like a favor."
After the sort intro into my life, he slowed down an thought more about it, while I stepped inside the room a light huff and pounding heart. They say you must grab life by the balls and squeeze them. So if I would've stopped at the door, Dr. Crane would've had to wait until I came and it would've all just been bad.
"Go-Good evening Jonathan Crane; I'm your knew therapist and since I'm not much of a camera person, I thought we'd make our first sessions personal before publishing them on Broadway."
I tried joking with him as he slowly looked up my body at the tablet notebook I had to the black, red, and blue pens in my professional looking bun. I smiled brightly before sitting down before him opening to his questions, completely forgetting about the side note that Harleen had gave me.
"Good evening. Moreover, the least you could do is telling me your name. I mean what patient wants to rack their brains trying to figure out what your name is. In addition, are those pens in your hair? Is this what they are turning My building into? A bunch of air headed women whom have No professional appeal to them what so ever?"
Dear god he is worse than I thought. I thought to myself as my eye twitched and I reacted just as fast as he did jumping down his throat with talons and fangs bared.
"And what the hell is your problem? Huh, Could not let go of your own fear so you decided to pick on everyone else's? What needed Mommy and Daddy to be there for you when you scraped your knee? Hell if I was you I'd shut your got damn face, before we hurt each other feelings."
The snap was very smooth and subtle yet, you could hear the powerful threat behind its words, as I looked him dead in the eyes. Both challenging one another; non backing down to the other. He turned his head sticking his nose into the air and I rolled my eyes. This was going to be harder than I thought. Writing down a stubborn note I heard the guard chuckle behind me. This caused me to smile a bit and continue on with the interview.
"So before I began I want to know when your obession?"
"My Obsession started, when I was young. Fear had always interest me. There is always that little glimmer of life that dies out, if one cannot conquer their fear. It is like you with your fear of failing. Dr. Newport."
I looked up from jutting down the notes of what he just said before shaking my head and tilting head back and frowning. Of course, he would remember who I was, remembering my freak out during mid-term year. I shuttered and watched him smirk before rolling my eyes.
"Yes, yes, now we all know I've gotten over the situation..."
"I hear doubt."
My face said; fuck you, but my lips remained sealed for fear of the actual words falling from my lips. Clearing my throat and blinking a few times, I reopened them to glower at him, making his smile drop his smirk into a blank stare. Shaking my head,
"I want to continue your interview. How is the faculty treating you?"
"Well, judging by our first day meeting I'd say well, Mondays; Is Rec-room, Tuesdays; I exercise Wednesdays is pizza day. Thursdays'; I see you. Fridays is regular Assert yourself with Dominance day."
He smirked and tilted his head to the side and I shook my head, looking down to swallow my spit and wrote down what he said, now pre-phrasing the wording now. What ever that meant,
"I can tell your note taking is still your own?"
"It's called pre-Phrasing, and is very popular itself without people knowing it. Anyways, What about Saturdays and Sundays?"
"Naturally Saturday I get a Me day. In addition, Sunday is that mythical preach of God. Any day, but any day can be about that man…"
"So you don't mind?"
"Well, Of course I mind! I am just not going to input on that idea just yet. Miracles happen, however mankind has done, oh so much more."
Crinkling my nose, I still wrote down what he said, before mentally blasting myself across the universe. I should have brought the damn recorder or at least the camera…
He cleared his throat and blinked at me with that blank face pissing me off and making me clench my teeth.
"What do you do on your Me days?"
It was not one of my questions, and I was trying not to pick too early, however, he really just pisses me off to the point where I am going to dig into his mind and make his brains mah jelly to my peanut butter sammich. That's right; I'm going to make Brain Jelleh! (XD I am sorry… influenced) Anyways, I watched him shift in his chair leaning forwards keeping our stare his mouth twitching upward.
"I don't suppose you like personal business Ms. Newport."
I grinned at him and tilted back in my chair switching my crossed feet to the left side and setting my pen down on the table waiting for his answer. Now that I had him, he sat in thought before coming back,
"So I couldn't help, but notice that you don't have your recorder or camera."
"Don't try and change the subject Jonathan. Please continue with explain your day."
He shuttered at my tone, and the knocked on the door, and opened signaling his session was over. I was clearly disappointed and frowned picking my pen and notepad up gnawing on the back of my pen and frowning at him.
"Shall I see you next Thursday?"
"It will be up to you Ms. Newport."
"It's Dr. Newport, Crane see you next Thursday."
I sighed, and turned walking down the hall to the east hall to the west and falling north . For a moment I was lost, then turning back to retrace my steps, crying out when I ran into a nurse. Getting up and helping her up I smiled and apologized.
"Sorry, sorry, I lost my wing."
She laughed and patted my shoulder before asking me what wing was I?
"West wing."
"Well silly, you have to go down the HR room and enter the main lobby again, than you should be back on familiar grounds."
I nodded with appreciation and started my journey back down the north wing, towards the HR room, falling past a few interesting cells on the way. The nurses were still nice to give me a last push since the lobby room was different then the Main Lobby I should have taken my map and keys.
"Thank you Lyle, I should've been more prepared."
"I'd say."
He said and opened the door, before walking down the hallways and checking in his duty role. Drowning out anything else and turned the corner. I sometimes wondered if my Bitch-ness roar to loudly. Shaking my head and walking in I set about next weeks' topics, knowing me, I am going to try to obsess of my College University crush. I mean I got to Interview Jonathan Crane! My heart slightly increased as I was pulled in a world thinking of how to break down his walls.
Why did he crack so early? How did he fall when he was so close to the top? "I wonder when they'll find out about us." I am perfectly sane, Hush you, I'm perfectly sane. She chuckled within me and moved about, "It's in reverse hunn" Crackling within my head and controlling my body, I felt bound, powerless to her. "You should let me take over, I promise to be good."
"Dr. Newport?"
"Yes?"
I was slightly dazed and confused, my throat hurt and I must have looked in pain because Harleen came in and instantly pulled out some Halls cough drops.
"Here, it might be the seasons change."
"Thanks, and maybe, though I have been trying to catch one."
Shaking my head, I moved about the room setting the notebook on the table while she relaxed on the Queens throne. Aka, the half couches. Black sued. Looking over her small notes compared to mines I mimicked her shrug with a smile and shook my head.
"So how's the client?"
"Stressful. Like a little child in a game room."
"Well that's one way of putting it. I mean you fought for The Joker; you're gunna go far kid."
She laughed and shook her head, throwing a pebble at me from the plant next to her and tilted her head back.
"I know I will, and we'll live happily ever after ya'kno?"
"Maybe."
I mumbled and tilted my head into his HizStory file and growled softly before shaking my head, "You'll never have enough to give to the press." I am not trying over whelm them with info, just enough to make a movie. Looking at Harleen and smiling I looked at the time,
"I take it your session and night is over with?"
"Yea, ta puddin' is in his cell safely. I mean Patient 4479 is safely put into his Cellblock. And yours?"
"Just got done with it, thinking of head home right about now. But who is puddin?"
She looked taken back as if I asked a silly question, then catching herself sitting up properly and smoothing her head back with a deep sigh. I shuffled my papers waiting for her to explain. When she didn't I shrugged my shoulders. Probably her fiancé slipping into the work area.
"So when is the wedding?"
"uh, um, we haven't set a date yet, its going to take time."
"What's his name?"
"Guy."
Giggling softly to myself well that certainly is a Guy's name! "That pun was ridicules, Try again later." I shook my head silently shushing my Inner bitch at least that is what I have tended to call her. I am a very complicated woman.
"Well, I'm off, got another session to plan…Oh! Here I notice when you were going to your Session you did not have a Camera, See if you can get him to agree on your sessions. It will help a lot during the next ones you have."
She held out a camera and I took it happily thanking her with a hug. She giggles and hugged me back, and walking to the door, I looked down, it was nice to have one since I did not really think to buy a fucking camera. I mean, there nice an all, but I do not prefer pictures or long recorded life pictures Anyways,
"I won't be using it for another two days or so, but yea, this would be more helpful"
I frowned and she shook her head, closing the door leaving me in my room of silence. I moved about looking my notes, my handwriting, improvingly sucks. Taking in a deep breath, I got into deep thought about our next session. "Now, now, let's not get too far into this." It will be fine, If he's this open with his speech, I'm pretty sure I'll poke something sometime. "Are you retarded or have you lost yo mind. He already feasters your crotch. What more does the guy need for your young ass?" I'm 22 Thank you very much. "Eat. You. Alive". I shook my head and looked down at the notes; she had to be right, but So-so of our trusting problems.
Grabbing most of my stuff and jacket, I walked out towards the main lobby, now that I know that is the entrance of the place. Shaking my head and sighing at my little mistakes. Turning left and sliding backwards in fear. I did not scream, but I was sure I was pissing once I got home.
"Excuse me but can you help me find the visitors room?"
"I don't even know where that is uhh,"
He was kind of tall, but I kept me distances blinking and forgetting what I was doing now. Shaking my head and scanning the male down without having him notice, my glasses slid and I pushed them back up. Lyle would know.
"Hey I know where the security room is, and I might know a guard who could help us."
"Oh sudden need of him?"
"Well, you need to know where the visitors' room is, and I wanted to know where my Cliental was living at."
He frowned slightly and shrugged his shoulders, dressing in a loose-based strip long sleeve sweater, and low cut jeans, and I believe the new black jays with white soles. I thought of getting those, but was afraid to go to the store. How could, this nerds end up in the popular section like that? "Now that I think about it; they should have given you Joker. He would've killed you in moments." You are brutal to me. Why would I venture towards death? I am supposed to get in poke, leave. It fucks with people more. "Don't talk so loud, we wouldn't want you to diagnosis yourself would we?" Fuck you.
Walking Towards the west wing now forgetting my plan to go home and following the yellow lines down to the red one, It lead to the Lounge room for therapist. At least I was supposed to get the levels and floors of which I could go through to get Lyle.
"Lyle? Lyle?"
"Here, Yes Dr. Newport."
"Um this visitor needs the visitors room and I was wondering where my patient 4469 Lived."
"Oh, Uh...kay. Give me minute."
We stood for a moment, him scanning my short framed body and Lyle glaring at him making him back off slightly and wait from him to lead the way. Taking the time to remember the halls, and the key areas that would get me back. I mean, come Zombie apocalypse, and fuck you I am living. Therefore, with that being said, Lyle and me dropped of the visitors and was on our way to see my patients cell.
"So I hear there's a party going on tonight?"
"I don't go to parties."
Finally, giving up he stopped at the door, which read 4469, Crane sat boredly in his room, on his cot, and fumbling with something in his hands, I waved off Lyle and smiled as he nodded and went back to his post. I studied him for a moment, watching the now shown rubrics cube and his fret. It was somewhat cute watching him stress over something. He's probably done it so many times he's forgotten. Without letting it, my perverted thoughts of him standing over me with his hand firming grasping my hair and pulling me towards his-
"Evening Ms. Newport."
"D-Dr. Crane… I uh…"
"You had that dirty glint in your eyes again didn't you? The ones in the middle of notes?"
I shook my head and blushed while he glared me down making me feel little and hot. My eyes wondered to the inside of his cell trying to not let him get to me.
"I-I'll see you Next Thursday Jonathan Crane."
I watched him shutter at the way I called his name before turning back to got lay down. In my moment of weakness he must have gotten up and looked at me mentally drool over his- Shaking my head I turned and walked down the hall to the main lobby and out the door. I would try again tomorrow and finish with Cliental within weeks tops.
"Oh and Dr. Newport. Do get home safely; I want you to be in best shape for our session next Thursdays."
"Yes yes, see you till then as well Crane."
I heard his voice echo through my head making me shake and shiver and get in my car sliding the key in and pulling out the off unto the long narrow road of Arkham entrance. Thinking of next week's session and having to come in the next day to interview with a patient, 4458 for having his own obsession.