[Okay, okay, the hit number on this particular world keeps increasing by small increments so I thought I should at least update it...just for the bastards who keep coming here (making me all pressured to update this **OBNOXIOUS WINK OF LOVE**). This is a scrap, so I don't think I'll ever complete it. Maybe.]

She entered the room expecting the absolute worse, basing everything on the rumors she collected from her co-workers...and even other patient in-mates. After all, she knew who she was dealing with, and in her mind, she knew how to handle these characters.

As soon as she entered, the man they all called a monster, and a maniac calmly remained in his seat, beaming at her with a wide sinister grin. It wasn't that it frightened her, but something about the grin unsettled her. Still, she wasn't about to show any sign of weakness...he would probably unmercifully crush her if she did. The straight-jacket binding him would secure him in place anyhow. What vicious things could he do in a straight-jacket?

The doctor took her place at one side of the jaded off-white table, across from the man while trained guards stood at all corners of the room, prepared to make their move when and if it was needed. Silence reigned as she readied everything, including herself, and adjusting her glasses just slightly, she courteously flashed him a polite smile asking, "How are you? How are you feeling?"

Still grinning, the man in front of her replied in that rather high sing-song of a voice, "I'm fine, doctor. Straight-jacket's a little tight though."

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I could do about that for now..."

And interrupting her without a moment's resentment, the man blurted, "Oh well I hear it's the latest rage so you won't hear a complaint from me. I'll keep my lips sealed, how about that Doctor--" he stalled for a second, narrowing his eyes speculatively at her ID, examining her name, and after he had done so, his manic smile seemed to stretch further as he chuckled lightly.

She patiently returned his grin, and quickly replied, "I know, I have a rather peculiar name, but I kinda like it."

"I think it suits you," he leaned back in his chair, pursing his lips into one tight smile that spoke satisfaction.

"I know, so I've heard. Well enough about me, I'd like to know more about you," in her mind, she knew well enough that other doctors before her made attempts at treatment, but none of them seemed to reap any sort of success, and she flipped through her papers, scanning at the history of treatments, skimming the notes that doctors had scribbled, and boldly, she flatly mentioned, "Everyone says you're 'manipulative' and 'uncanny' and also 'unwilling to accept treatment.' You're like a solid textbook definition of Anti-social Personality Disorder...or maybe psychopathic is more like it."

He gave out a high ring of chuckles and made an abrupt stop as he leaned forward in his chair, locking gazes with her light blue eyes. Grumbling softly, he uttered, "Very good Doctor, I was worried that you didn't know me at all."

The doctor kept her calm, knowing exactly how to handle people like him. In actuality, his demeanor fascinated her, and she was secretly drawn to his personality, thinking that it was charismatic in a strange, otherworldly way. She found beauty in it, and gladly accepted this challenge, thinking that somehow, she could tame this rebellious extreme, untwist its demeanor, and iron it flat until she exterminated every single wrinkle.

Life: 09/19/08 | Posted By: Erzengel Weiss | 0 comments | Personal