Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2014 14:55:36 GMT -5
Victor had been here for a while. The world looked so different when you just changed your perspective a little. In his cramped cell he was the barrier between two walls, like a bridge connecting them both. He had held himself in this position for over thirty minutes now. He would have to stop soon as he knew and important meeting was coming up. Dr. Arkham’s weekly session with him was marked on his calendar.
He decided to end it early, and with a snap motion his feet planted on the floor. He stayed crouched on the ground for a long moment, letting his body adjust to its new found momentum. As he recovered he slowly stood and loosened his shoulder with a few rolls. Carefully he walked to his calendar on the wall and ran his finger along the week of X’s. The one he stopped on was today, marked with a circle and Dr. Arkham’s name. He was happy that it was today, it had felt like an eternity since they last spoke. His relationship with Dr. Arkham wasn’t bad like many others seemed to be.
He heard bad rumors about the man from zombies and sheep. The animals did like to stalk and the zombies did like to gossip. They were just trying to find purpose in a world that would only bring them pain. There was only one way out from that pain. Sometimes you had to cut deep to find it. His free hand ran over his arm and picked at one of his scars.
They didn’t allow him an sharp objects in his room, they said it was for safety and therapy. He was inclined to believe them, they were the doctors after all. Victor thought more of Dr. Arkham as someone that would listen to him, someone that would hear his story as to why he was who he was. Why he needed to do what he did and how it all had a reason and a purpose. Why did people want to continue to suffer? Because they weren’t people.
He walked to his cot and sat down. It was only a matter of time before Dr. Arkham would either come to his cell or he’d be escorted down the hall. Lately, they had been doing less of that, too many escape attempts recently. But Victor never had an real plans of going anywhere, when the opportunity present itself….It was a sign to take it. It often had….
He looked up from his bed as a glimmer of shine caught his eye. He squinted and crawled off his caught onto the floor to the corner of his cell. There was a small crack under his door, what was this? Slowly his hands pulled out a short spine of metal…..A shiv, shoved under his door.
He decided to end it early, and with a snap motion his feet planted on the floor. He stayed crouched on the ground for a long moment, letting his body adjust to its new found momentum. As he recovered he slowly stood and loosened his shoulder with a few rolls. Carefully he walked to his calendar on the wall and ran his finger along the week of X’s. The one he stopped on was today, marked with a circle and Dr. Arkham’s name. He was happy that it was today, it had felt like an eternity since they last spoke. His relationship with Dr. Arkham wasn’t bad like many others seemed to be.
He heard bad rumors about the man from zombies and sheep. The animals did like to stalk and the zombies did like to gossip. They were just trying to find purpose in a world that would only bring them pain. There was only one way out from that pain. Sometimes you had to cut deep to find it. His free hand ran over his arm and picked at one of his scars.
They didn’t allow him an sharp objects in his room, they said it was for safety and therapy. He was inclined to believe them, they were the doctors after all. Victor thought more of Dr. Arkham as someone that would listen to him, someone that would hear his story as to why he was who he was. Why he needed to do what he did and how it all had a reason and a purpose. Why did people want to continue to suffer? Because they weren’t people.
He walked to his cot and sat down. It was only a matter of time before Dr. Arkham would either come to his cell or he’d be escorted down the hall. Lately, they had been doing less of that, too many escape attempts recently. But Victor never had an real plans of going anywhere, when the opportunity present itself….It was a sign to take it. It often had….
He looked up from his bed as a glimmer of shine caught his eye. He squinted and crawled off his caught onto the floor to the corner of his cell. There was a small crack under his door, what was this? Slowly his hands pulled out a short spine of metal…..A shiv, shoved under his door.