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Unstable Insanity
The halls have been long empty. Lost and failed, not abandon. Not even the law could've stopped what happened in the last few days. Horrors not thought of coming true.
The smells, the sights, just everything, it was horrific. It was doomed to happen, but it all could have been prevented. Every last patient could have gone unharmed to the insanity the doctors brought. The blood spilled could have been saved. All of it had a chance to be different.
* * *
The thoughts How'd I get here? Where am I? or Why am I here? never came to Sukii because she felt like this place was home. A twisted broken home, but a home nonetheless. It was as if she'd lived here most of her life. The checkered floors of the endless hallways, the thrashed cages that lined the walls of rooms off of the halls, it was nothing new. The cages weren't those you'd put dogs or other pets in, no, they're far too big. You could fit a tiger or bear in these cages, not comfortably, but they'd still fit.
Boy, if walls could talk
Sukii said aloud and laughed afterwards. It wasn't a Ha Ha! That was hilarious! kind of laugh, but more of a nervous chuckle to lighten spirits.
Although thoughts of where she was or why she was there didn't cross Sukii's mind, she did ponder how long she was there.
It must've been only a couple hours. In fact, I'm sure of it. I covered the ground floor and now I'm working on the second. I couldn't have spent more than a couple hours down there
Sukii explained to no one.
She wanted to believe she'd only been there a few hours. She wanted to with all her heart, but the reality was she'd been lost inside there for a couple days, alone. The fluorescent lights were bright and showed no sense of time like the sun and light of day. They did, however, show everything around her.
Sukii just assumed she was in an old veterinary hospital, the cages for animals and the rooms for operations that needed to be done. But why so many operation rooms? Recovery rooms by any chance?
Wandering down the dusty checkered black and white floors of the halls, the walls a wood of mahogany color, Sukii's stomach growled. She hadn't eaten for two and a half days. Well, technically she didn't, but her appetite was subdued by curiosity and fright.
She continued to wander down the hall, occasionally stopping to investigate a room here and there. With nothing to do but wander and explore, her thoughts often wandered far, far away from home.
I'm beginning to wonder if this place really is a veterinary hospital. Hmmm
that's odd, I'm getting tired. I really need food. It must've been at least four hours since I last ate. There should be food of some sort in here. Oh god! My legs are getting heavy I need to sit down. Maybe in one of the rooms up ahead
Sukii rambled on.
She wanted to rest, but her legs wouldn't let her. Her legs now burned as if they were refusing to move, but were forced by unknown forces. She continued walking until she came to a peculiar room. It was unlike any other room in the building Sukii had seen before. It's a circular room, not square or rectangle like all the other rooms in the compound, but the floor is mirrored reflecting the ceiling, which is a beautiful shade of deep red, almost blackish-red. Near the center of the room is an old wooden desk littered in papers and dust and its drawers full of who knows what. Next to it is an old wooden chair that matches the desk.
Curiosity was getting the best of her, the thoughts of what could be in the drawers of that desk pulsated through Sukii's mind faster than blood through her body, and that chair looks oddly comfortable. Sukii staggered over to the desk and leaned on it, lowering herself into the chair.
Oh god
this is so comfortable! It's like heaven! she exclaimed. The feeling of comfort had been forgotten in the few days she spent wandering around for she hadn't stopped to rest more than a few minutes all together. She closed her eyes and leaned back for a few minutes before looting the drawers. Her mind clouded in those few minutes, blanking out, refreshing her, revitalizing her.
After being revitalized, she leaned forward and pulled the top left drawer open. Inside were only cobwebs and a few dead spiders, probably starved to death. She pushed the drawer closed and tested her luck with the center left drawer. Opening it exposed a few aged papers, blank, and a spilled bottle of ink that had long since dried up. She closed that one too. This time it was the bottom left that was her choice. Slowly she slid it open. Once it was fully open a gasp came from her mouth when she glimpsed at what was inside. A couple of old, sealed bags of peanuts lay in the center of it. Food!
If only I wasn't allergic
she said and shook her head in disappointment.
Sukii pushed it closed too and pulled the center drawer in the middle of the desk open. Aha! In the very back lay a couple of rock-hard lemon drops, long since forgotten. At least it's something she thought as she reached in to take the three lemon drops.
As Sukii's fingers went in and touched the lemon drops it triggered a movie clip to play inside her mind.
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A doctor walks in through the door and flips the lights on in the circular room. It's not dust filled and everything is clean, no paper scattered. The doctor walks over to the desk and pulls his mask down. It's a mask surgeon's use. He reaches inside of his lab coat and pulls out a couple of bloodied scalpels and knives. He sets them down on his desk. He, now, reaches down into another one of his pockets and pulls out a handful of lemon drops and slips one into his mouth and sticks the other three in the center drawer and closes it.
Now he sits in the chair and lets out a sigh is displeasure and says aloud, Another failed operation
The doctor now, opens the center left drawers and removes a piece of blank paper, not aged now, and a quill and inkbottle. The unnamed doctor pulls the lid off of the bottle of ink and dips the quill in it and starts scribbling down information about the outcome of the operation.
Today's operation didn't end as planned. The brain transplant of the homicidal schizophrenic ended horrible. We started off with a small cut at the base of the skull. The massive bleeding was slowed and eventually stopped with cotton balls and we successfully got the tainted' brain out. When we went to put the new, clean,' one in the nurse slipped and the patient's body went onto the floor! What a bloody idiot! If she hadn't done that I think our patient might have made it. Just another wasted body, and yet another corpse to add to our list for this week. Tomorrow we may try again on one of the retarded. He talks incomprehensible, and often cries out for help with the simplest of tasks, such as dressing! Well, until tomorrow, this is all
The doctor reads over what he just wrote and opens the bottom right drawer and pulls out a folder. He opens the folder, tucks the freshly written document inside, and then returns the folder to his desk drawer.
A voice from outside the room calls out, Doctor Roxford! Come quick! Patient 0271440 is rejecting the transplant!
The doctor, now known as Roxford, gets up and dashes out of the room. Everything starts to fade back to present.
* * *
Sukii suddenly pulls her hand back from the lemon drops. After a few moments of gaining herself back from the odd flashback, she slowly reaches down and picks one of the lemon drops up and slides it into her mouth.
What was that
? Sukii asks aloud. I could've sworn I heard something
se explains to no one again.
She then reaches down and pick the other two lemon drops and puts them into her pocket. Sukii now turns and leans down to the bottom right drawer.
Could it be true? Could the reports really be down here? she asks aloud, as if expecting an answer from nowhere. No, they couldn't do those things to innocent people. She reassures herself.
Wanting to make sure, just to be positive, Sukii reaches down, grabs the drawer handle, holds it for a few seconds with her hand trembling, and finally pulls it open.
Empty. She says aloud again, to no one. She now yawns and sits up in the chair. She dusts off the desk with her hands and pushes papers to the edge of the desk when a small movie clip plays in her mind again.
* * *
Now the move is of Sukii. She's pushing papers into a pile when she suddenly retracts her hand. Blood starts running down the side of her hand.
Crap! she yells and starts squeezing her hand and looking around for something to use as a bandage.
It fades to reality again.
* * *
Sukii pulls her hand back from the papers quickly.
This'll do
she says to herself.
She folds her arms on the desk and rests her head on it. Slowly, very slowly, she falls asleep there on the desk, sitting in the chair.
* * *
Hmmm
I can't see too well. Sukii says aloud.
Just then, fluorescent lights come one. The room is revealed. It's a white room. White floors, white ceiling, everything's white. However, the walls may be white, but something is on them, Sukii can feel it. A presence left behind by wounds and open flesh. As if what she was thinking affected what happens, the presence is revealed.
Blood. It's spattered on the walls. Smeared and seemingly painted on in other areas.
Sukii started forward in the hall, staggering from side to side, but making her way down the hall. The lights continue to brighten. She looks down and notices she's not in her normal jeans and tight-fit white tank top. She's now clad in a hospital gown, a dirty, white hospital gown.
Something's odd about this, very odd. Sukii quietly says to herself. She ignores it and continues on. Everything seems to darken again.
* * *
Sukii awakes and notices the lights have gone out. Although the lights are out, she can still see. Everything has a purple aura around it and the building is filled with it. Nothing can hide from its presence.
Shit! I know what this place is now
It can't be. No! It just can't! Sukii screamed, not wanting to believe or accept any of the horrors of it. Her cries echo off and disappear.
She now notices a dramatic change in scenery. Everything's so purple and vibrant. She staggers out of the circular room, half asleep, and almost keels over.
The stench! The sight! It's all so horrifying. The blood is all over the halls. The once white and black-checkered floors are now tainted with the blood of the mentally insane and retarded. So fresh, it seems as if it were just spilled, but it must be years old, at least.
The sight is nothing compared to the smell. The smell of fresh blood is strong, but the over-powering smell is decay. Rotten flesh, as if a poor few had died vomiting and were left to lie there and decompose, was the smell mixed with that of blood. The sickly smell drifts into the halls from the rooms full of cages and the cells.
The sickly smell wafts into Sukii's nostrils making her keel over. She leans onto the wall for support, but isn't able to keep a grip and slides to the floor. Her stomach lurches once, twice, and finally lets go. Sukii throws up onto the black, white, and red floors and just sits there breathing for a few minutes. Her eyes close and another movie starts.
* * *
Doctor Roxford comes walking down the hall and enters his round room. Upon entering, he closes the door behind him muttering something about how the screams don't stop.
A nurse wearing a surgeon's mask walks by.
A minute later she comes walking back the other direction. Something's different. A bag, she's carrying a bag.
The nurse stops at a cell door, pauses, then calls for a doctor to help.
A man about six foot tall, wearing a surgeon's mask, clad in a white lab coat, tan pants, rubber gloves, and black leather boots comes to her aid.
The nurse opens the bag and takes out a bluish-red pill and the doctor unlocks and opens the cell door. The two of them walk in. The nurse hands the pill to the doctor and walks into the corner of the cell to a patient cowering in it. She proceeds to hold him still while the doctor slowly steps over to the two of them. He then pries the patient's mouth open and forces the bluish-red pill down his throat.
With that, the two leave and the patient starts coughing. Violent coughs, coughs from deep down, just now escape through the scratched throat of an innocent patient. The doctor walks about twenty feet and turns a corner and continues on his way back to his office. The nurse closes the barred door and locks it shut. Now she moves on to monitor another patient, view their reactions to the bluish-red pill. Here the movie stops. Past fades to present, dream to reality.
* * *
Sukii wipes tears from her eyes, tears of pity for all those that once were trapped within here and the smell burning her eyes.
Eauaaahhhgh
No! No, please, NO! STOP! comes from nowhere. It echoes down the empty halls. The hair on the back of Sukii's neck and arms stands up. Her heart almost stops. Her breath stops. A shiver is the only thing that breaks her from her rigid state and she starts breathing again, breathing heavily and quick.
Aaahhh
Plea- the cry was cut short and the sound of horrendous coughing echoes. Coughs, followed by splatters, followed by moans and they all echo. Screams follow, piercing, horror filled shrieks. They all twist thoughts and scramble brains to alter mental states of mind.
Sukii buries her face in her knees and sobs. As if out of nowhere, she starts humming a simple tune.
Piercing shrieks and moan full cries,
They cannot stop; only slow, for everything dies.
The mental sleep.
The sorrowful weep.
The end is now the end is here.
For it all begins right here.
Twisted thoughts and mourn full sighs
To trust them is to give up, for all they speak is lies.
The mold infests and quickly grows
Oh so faster than the innocent blood flows.
Taking over and consuming all,
The cures they give us will make everything crumble and fall
These lyrics, sung by what seemed to be a girl no older than seven fill Sukii's mind. She looks up to find a little girl in front of her. She's the one singing. These lyrics float dreamily from her mouth. They float out into the air and take shape of what they are.
The girl's face is hidden from sight. She's staring at the floor and hair hides her face. Her arms limply hang at her sides. The auburn hair from her head hangs down to about the girl's elbows, roughly a foot and a half or close to forty-five centimeters.
The dress the girl wears is dirty and seems a bit long for her height. That is, if it is a dress. In reality, it is a hospital gown. Small drops of blood can clearly be seen on the front, but these drops are a bluish color. An odd presence gives off a cold aura. The gown is moving slightly. The bluish-red spots grow bigger. The girl smells of formaldehyde.
Who are you? Sukii asks.
No reply. Seconds pass and the girl starts singing again.
Piercing shrieks and moan full cries,
Who are you? What's happening?! What's going on here?! Sukii asks, more alarmed and flustered.
They cannot stop; only slow, for everything dies.
Can you hear me?!
The mental sleep. The sorrowful weep.
Please, just a simple answer would be HELPFUL!
The end is now the end is near, for it all begins right here.
Sukii, out of frustration, grabs the little girl's shoulders and shakes her back and forth.
Answer me!
TWISTED THOUGHTS AND MOURN FULL SIGHS, TO TRUST THEM IS TO GIVE UP, FOR ALL THEY SPEAK IS LIES.
Dah, shut up already! Please!
THE MOLD INFESTS AND QUICKLY GROWS, OH SO FASTER THAN THE INNOCENT BLOOD FLOWS.
Please! Just be quiet! I beg of you!
TAKING OVER AND CONSUMING ALL,
Sukii lets out a huge sigh and lets go of the little girl's shoulders. With this, the little girl snaps her head up and stares directly into Sukii's eyes with her lifeless, blood filled, mold-covered eyes. Her face is pale and scratched up. In one deep scratch running from her eye down to the side of her mouth, the bluish-red mold is thriving, but near the center of the scratch is a fingernail. It's a self inflicted wound, as well as the other seven minor scratches covering her face.
THE CURES THEY GIVE US
Please, no more! Sukii screams and slumps to her knees, crying. No more, no more, no more
WILL MAKE EVERYTHING
The mold grows more from the girl's face, invading her nostrils, filling them up.
CRUMBLE
The mold grows even more, this time invading and conquering the girl's mouth. It seems to have the effect of a match falling into gasoline. The mold fills her mouth, covering her tongue, making its way down her throat. The mold on her gown spreads more. The once white and slightly dirtied gown is now more than seventy percent mold infested.
AND
Sukii wipes tears from her eyes and calms down only to be worked back up again at the sight of the girl.
FALL!
With the last word the little girl disappears. Sukii wipes away her tears again and takes a few moments to calm down before moving on. Her stomach growls and she pulls one of the remaining two lemon drops from her pocket and sticks it in her mouth. After taking one last deep breath, she gets up and decides to check out the cell the nurse and the doctor went in during her dream, flashback, whatever it was.
A few more steps, only a few more
she tells herself, as if it would make her forget what happened.
The sobbing won't stop. All the cries of pain disturb Sukii more than before. She once had shields to block these emotions, strong shields. They've been destroyed. The song, the little girl, the sights, all of it shattered these shields. Breaking down the dam and letting the flood of horrors consume the village. Death absorbing all life but sparing those simple few to live cursed lives of misery and horrors not thought of by the sane.
Sukii reaches the cell and peers in through the bars. A deathly aura seems to come from within, one that would be a purplish-black color if color were to come from it. A color so dark and dreary, dreams would be tainted of all those who look upon it. Death may not have been here, but his sibling, Pain, must have. Death is the god of souls, who lives, who dies, but Pain is a goddess causing mischief in the mortal's realm. The aura pouring out of the cell isn't chilling as most would suspect a deathly aura would be, but hot and dehydrating.
Sukii grasped the handle on the door and pulled with all her might. A sickening crunch roared out as the door swung open, rust litters the floor covering some of the blood there. The sobbing still echoes out through the halls.
Rebuild shields. Rebuild shields. Rebuild faster, please. I'm losing myself. Pain, Torment, Death, leave me be! Sukii screamed as she started through the doorway.
The gods and goddesses of Death and Pain hadn't laid a dainty finger on Sukii, but Pain's husband, Torment, had. He literally beat her with the stick of insanity their son had given them. Stress had crafted the insanity stick as a gift for Torment, and it helped him greatly. As Torment beats Sukii with insanity, Stress laughed giddily while Pain and Death chuckle heartily and watches with great interest, waiting for their calls to take action.
Each step, bringing Sukii farther into the cell, sparks images to fly in her mind.
The first image is of a man lying in the corner of the cell. His shirt is shredded on the floor in a small puddle of blood. Cuts on his legs indicate they're self-inflicted and the blood is his own. His pants are blue and cut up. Straw is strewn everywhere and some is stuck to the poor man's legs where exits for crimson release were made. The light is very dim and seems like only fire outside is lighting the cell.
Despite the heat of the cell, a shiver is sent down Sukii's back.
After a few more steps and a couple seconds, the Goddess Confusion revisits the mind of Sukii. A second image flashes in her mind as well as a third.
The poor man lying in the corner of the cell is now in the center on all fours vomiting all his body can to flush out the pills forced into him.
The next and last image is of his dead corpse in a pile of straw, overgrown with a bluish-red mold. The mold is on his entire body, thriving at the open areas. His face is covered, almost no skin visible. The walls are the same bluish-red color as well as most of the straw.
With that last image, Confusion exits Sukii's mind thinking of how well she did. Torment picks up the insanity stick and returns to whacking mindlessly at Sukii until Stress is needed to complete the job.
Sukii falls to her knees and grabs at her ears. The song the dead illusion girl sang plays in her head, pulsating causing every part of her body to ache (Pain's doings) and more images to fly through her mind. Images of the man throwing up fly through her mind, a slideshow almost. Confusion, Pain, and Stress now descend upon Sukii creating the perfect mix of tormented insanity. Sukii tries to get up only to fall on her face when the song plays again.
Piercing shrieks and moan full cries,
I must get up
They cannot stop: only slow for everything dies.
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