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Post by Tera on Feb 24, 2009 21:01:20 GMT -5
It was about five o' clock in the evening on a rather cold night. The large group therapy room was packed with nearly fifty people, the "monsters" seperated into multiple groups. Darcy was settled comfortably in a chair, facing away from his own personal group. He didn't like them at all, they always asked him stupid questions.
"...I am not one of you...shut up...leave me alone...just quit touching me!" he shrieked all of the sudden. The young man spun around, struggling in his straight jacket. He shifted too sharply. The movement threw his chair over, leaving him to topple to the floor. He screamed and struggled wildly, eyes wide and showing far too much white. The young man fell quiet once more, letting out a heavy breath. His golden eyes scanned the ceiling as he calmed down for the moment. They had injected him with "the juice". It was a nasty mixture, but rather effective all the same. He grunted and rolled over, the world starting to spin.
"...wicked...you all...you all are wicked..." he whispered. Let's just say, Darcy was in a "special" therapy class...
{yay, tiny post...again}
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Post by amarie on Mar 8, 2009 15:39:29 GMT -5
She didn’t like therapy. It reminded her too much of going to see the guidance counselor in high school. She and the counselor had never gotten along, funny, it was just like that with the therapists. Sure, she wasn’t an unattractive woman, and that should have gotten her points with the gentlemen doctors, but her nickname preceded her and made it impossible to make friends with them. They called her the Lady de Sade, she’d found the nickname rather funny, after all, she’d read some of those books in college, they had caused interesting evenings with her boyfriend. The old dumbass. But, there they were, she leaned back in her chair and cast grey eyed gazes at the men and women who surrounded her, the one in the straight jacket wouldn’t look at them, she wondered about the other people.
Sitting, leaned back in her chair, she wondered if this sort of thing got them off, talking about their problems, violence and anger and all of the things they’d done to each other. She still didn’t understand what it was supposed to do. In the end she didn’t think she really cared. The freak out of one of her little group-mates drew only the barest hint of a raised eyebrow, while the others jerked back she leaned forward a little, watched him fall onto the ground with a sort of relish, imagining the feeling of the hard concrete on such a little body. The doctors came round to sedate the demon, plunge of a needle, he calmed down and began to mutter, she watched the doctors retreat, wondering…
She, Anna Maria Krafft-Ebing was the sadist, but even she would have helped the boy up. Idiots, the whole staff was incompetent. She wanted to get on the phone with her lawyer and claim abuse from the staff, but no one would ever listen to her about it. She looked at the group, settling unsettling grey eyes on each one of them before giving a frustrated sigh and standing, walking over to the kid and crouching down over him. “You want to cut that out?” She whispered, “They’ll all think you’re crazy. You don’t want people to think you’re a lunatic do you?”
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Post by Tera on Mar 8, 2009 15:56:20 GMT -5
Darcy was in a state of fuzziness. His head was filled with soft cotton and feathers, the white fluff edging the world with that softness, the gentle touch of light and gentleness... Adrenaline sped into his system at the sight of movement. The haze of sedatives couldn't hide his pure terror at the female creature crawling towards him on fins and scales. A serpent monster, she was a serpent...something with fangs and claws and-
The boy blinked slowly, his strange, almost yellow-gold eyes gleaming in confusion and curiosity. She had an aura of power to her, this scaled woman did. She didn't seem like the others, not just another black sheep in the herd. No, she could be the shepherd if she wanted to. Darcy frowned slightly, struggling to hear her through her snarls and gutteral hisses. He finally heard it.
"...c-cut it out... What do I need to cut out? D-Don't you see them? Th-They're everywhere... Th-They'll kill us all, the people who can hear each other. We will die by their talons if we can't escape!" he cried out, once more struggling. It was odd that he could understand her. He lived life hearing the monsters speak, but never in a language he could understand. Was this female somehow different.
He shuddered and collapsed with a cough, rolling over to face away from her. The movement showed a line of hideous bruises down one side of his body. A few were self inflicted, but most of them were for things he hadn't done. The "monsters" had beaten him till he was broken, bleeding, and unable to move. He screamed so much and never stopped on his own. Kicking the shit out of him was one way to get him to put a plug in it.
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Post by amarie on Mar 8, 2009 16:13:45 GMT -5
“Stop shouting…” She crooned, dear God look at those bruises, she shuddered slightly, licked her lips and had to stop herself from reaching out and hitting one. Oh, what would monster boy do then? She reached out, slowly, and then pulled her hand back, making him scream right here wouldn’t do them any good, but she wanted to pull a nail along them, turn little scratches into gouges… it made her breath catch a little, she put a hand on his arm, as gently as she could, but she could still feel her breath catching, little gasps. Hand still light on his arm she leaned forward and put her mouth near his ear, no one was looking at them, no one seemed to want to look at the monster-shouter.
But, Anna knew how to deal with these most intriguing people, she’d figured it out, sometimes it was best to indulge them, and if she did, it would keep him afraid. Afraid of them, maybe afraid of her, she wondered what he saw when he looked at her, if she was a monster like the rest of them… the thought almost made her laugh, “If you keep shouting, they’ll keep coming after you…” She felt herself shudder wonderfully, he was afraid… was he actually shaking or was that her? It made her briefly recall the one time her future ex had visited the place, he’d called her a monster and for a minute she’d wanted him again. Stupid, really, but she had looked in his eyes and realized for the first time that Mr. Big-Football-Coach was afraid of his demure little lawyer wife. It took all her strength not to dig her fingers (They made her trim her nails) into his arm, bite that ear. “You’ve got to pretend to be one of them, like me, and they’ll leave you alone. You want them to leave you alone?”
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Post by Tera on Mar 8, 2009 16:42:37 GMT -5
The young man's eyes widened and he immediately fell silent. There were very few who could make him obey easily, and it seemed that she had that certain touch. That aura of authority around her must have been it, that touch that was compelling enough to make Darcy soften his voice.
"I-I don't w-want them coming after me... P-Please, keep them away!" he whispered frantically. He struggled against the coat his arms were caught in, smacking his face against the concrete floor with each movement in attempt to break the muzzle away from his mouth. With his track record for killing, keeping something to keep him from biting was a good idea. The boy was genuinely, grade A crazy.
He moved his shoulder sharply as he struggled. There was a nasty crack, the sound of a broken bone being twisted and wrenched beyond belief. He didn't seem to mind the pain, his only thoughts bridging along the line of needing to escape the wretched straight jacket.
Darcy whined softly, giving an odd growl with each struggle he made. He slammed his back against the floor, beating several buckled straps till they were dented.
When he finally settled down, half the room was staring at him. Most were used to his little outbreaks, usually on days when he refused to take his medicine.
"...I-I want to go home..." he panted, Irish accent faint with the high, scared squeek of his voice, "W-Why won't they l-let me go home to Master...?" He watched Anna with wild eyes that filled quickly with tears. He looked around in panic, trying to find a door with only a few guarding monsters.
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Post by amarie on Mar 9, 2009 12:34:02 GMT -5
She pulled back, away from him when he started to shake, catching her breath in her throat again when she heard that arm crack. Beautiful… Just beautiful… But it wasn’t methodical, it was just senseless abuse. Christ… the doctors here were something, letting him go around with a broken arm. It was inhumane, it was dangerous, and boy were they lucky the people in here were ‘Crazy’. It was just frustrating, sure, she was cruel and violent, but she hadn’t been being paid to take care of people, people who obviously couldn’t take care of themselves.
“Because they’re terrible people, but I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.” She muttered, looking up and around at the people staring at her and the boy, her grey eyes narrowed. It was just annoying, outside in the real world this never would have been stood for, but just because he’d killed a few people or stolen some things or set something on fire or whatever else he was in for he was allowed to wrench a broken arm around. It had gotten to the point that his self mutilations weren’t even attractive anymore (Or… well, as attractive… we all have our little quirks, right?), she stood up and walked over to one of the men supervising their little therapy session, head up and hands on her hips.
“You’re seriously going to let him do that? What the Hell is wrong with you people? He’s got a broken arm for God’s sake!”
“So what do you care?”
“I care because this is a gross negligence of duty and if you don’t let me take him to the infirmary right now I’m going to have my lawyer file a lawsuit against this whole place. How about that?” The man just waved a hand at the fallen young man, she marched back over and crouched down next to him. “Hey, I’m going to get you out of here. Somewhere quiet where they can’t get you. How about that?” After all, when she'd said infirmary, she'd simply meant anywhere but there.
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Post by Tera on Mar 9, 2009 20:08:22 GMT -5
The boy swallowed hard, those frantic eyes calming just a touch. He shifted slowly, the movement making his broken arm crack even further. Darcy winced and he licked his dry lips, swallowing dry and hard. He tried to reach out to her, but the straight jacket stopped his movement. He shuttered and let out a shaky breath, all his pain just getting caught up in the haze, somewhere between pleasure, the drugs, and the real sharpness of the pain shooting through his arm.
Darcy blinked his odd but pretty eyes at her, giving his head a quick tilt.
"You'll be my master?..." he asked in confusion. He tried to kneel but fell over, grunting when his chest and chin collided against the floor. The young man rolled onto his back, watching her get up. He frowned, again trying to reach out to the scaled creature that he saw. He gave an odd, almost animal-like whine deep in his throat. Darcy slid slowly over till he hit a wall, pushing himself up to his feet that way.
"R-Really? They can't get me? Y-You'll take me to a safe place...?" he whispered softly, eyes widening. The boy smiled and jumped over to her, the straps on his straight jacket flapping with each hop.
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