Post by Assassin Saburo Kintaru on Oct 10, 2005 14:28:28 GMT -5
I had stayed in bed for several days now in total silence. If I was asked a question I would simply nod “yes” or “no”, or I would simply just ignore them. The peace and quiet gave the perfect environment for thinking. But it wasn’t just thinking I was doing. I we rebuilding my soul again. When I saw my brother Kei-teh selflessly take his life to defeat Ren, my life was completely shattered. Kei-teh had set me free from the grip Ren had over me, risking his life to do so, yet when I saw him die I had never felt so trapped.
I shifted in my bed uncomfortably that sat within a closed off sheets that blocked off the rest of the Infirmary. As far as I was aware, I was the only person still here, which didn’t bother me. It gave me plenty of time to think…
“Good morning Mr Kintaru!” said a rather excited, albeit forced, Dr Edwards. I glanced at him with cold eyes as he avoided mine, whilst he searched for my chart board that sat at the end of my bed.
“How are you feeling today?” he continued, his eyes still glued to the chart as he flicked through the various sheets in front of him. I ignored his question and waited for him to leave. However, instead of leaving a nervous wreak, he managed to say something that must of required a lot of guts.
“I have some good news Mr Kintaru…” he said with a bitter sweetness that nearly made me wretch.
“Dr Saturina will be checking over you today. If all is well, you will be released from the Infirmary."
“I don’t think I need ANYONE’S permission to leave, DOCTOR Edwards!” I hissed, locking deadly sharp eyes with his glazed weak ones. My first words in several days, and they stung like daggers in my throat. He swallowed hard, pushing his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose with his violently shaking left hand as he used the other to place the chart back into it’s slot.
“W-Well, Mr K-Kintaru… I’m pleased to see you’ve regained your voice again--”
“YES, I bet you are! Now, if you’ll leave me!” I interrupted, shoeing him off with my good hand. Reluctantly at first, he began to pivot on his feet before making a hasty retreat. I laid back into my bed, trying to relax. These past days of solid thinking and soul searching had left me in a foul mood. Yes, I had shed all the evil shackles that that manipulative bastard Ren had placed over me… However, now that I had my own mind, I sure as fuck wasn’t going to be pushed around by these “mercenaries”. I stopped myself in my train of thought. I had soon realised, I needed these mercs’ to earn some money and, more importantly, keep a roof over my head. Although I wasn’t responsible for my actions, the various murders Ren had me commit COULD very well wind me up in a padded cell and a straight jacket…
But they would have to investigate first… and I’m quite sure Captain Maxwell wouldn’t go around telling official’s that he took on board a mentally unstable man who unconsciously killed innocent people…
Then the guilt sank in.
“My god…” I nearly said out loud as my eyes widened with terror. The images, the sounds, the motions and the actions… of all those murders… they came flashing into my mind all at once. I clutched at my heart. It felt as if it was about to explode. It pounded away in my chest, faster and faster, harder and harder, with every terrifying scream that echoed within the emptiness of my soul. I furiously looked to my left and right. The heart monitor to my left “beeped” wildly as the numbers and letters changed to spell out “Murderer” over and over again. To add to my horror, the monitor suddenly flat lined. The dead, single tone “beep” that rung loudly in my ears transformed into a bloodcurdling scream that deafened me. I tried to scream, but it fell flat and silent; unlike the scream, which roared louder and louder as I drove my hands into my hair and scratched at my skull.
“Mr Kintaru?” a sweet, gentle voice said amidst excruciatingly loud scream. I nearly jumped out of my bed in horror as I felt a hand touch my shoulder. It was Dr Saturina who had touched me; though I did notice her hand had snapped back. Perhaps I had scared her? Suddenly everything went silent. The scream vanished, and as I looked around, I noticed the heart monitor and various other machines that spoke of “Murder” had returned to what they originally said. The only thing that stood out (other than the heart monitor that was counting the beats of my racing heart) was my sweating, panting and terrified body that was half way out of the bed.
“Saburo… are you ok?” the Doctor asked, a look of confusion splashed over her. After several seconds of adjusting myself and making sure everything was okay, I sat back up in my bed.
“Yes… I’m fine…” I lied.
“Are you sure?” she questioned.
“You heard…” I replied rather bitterly. Earlier I was in a fowl mood. Now I was absolutely terrified. This was the first time I had had a “vision” like this. Well, the first time since my… release from Ren’s grip. Saturina looked at me puzzled for a second before picking up my chart.
“Well… the results on your body seem fairly good for someone in your condition… I would recommend however--” she began before I began to horrify her. I slowly crept out of bed, pulling on the various needles and cables that were connected to me. I bleed slightly as I gave a hard tug on all of them, causing a couple of the fluids that were hooked up to me to fall to the ground and splash all over the floor.
“What… the… HELL do you think your doing SABURO?!” the Doctor roared.
“You said I was “fairly good for someone in my condition”, didn’t you Doctor?” I replied, stretching my neck as I took a few seconds to check over myself. These “mercs’” had done a fantastic job on my war ridden body.
“NOW HANG ON!” she protested, standing in my way.
“Well?!” I hissed, bringing my face close to hers. She squinted back at me, showing next to no intimidation. Yes, Saturina was far more stronger than that pathetic Doctor Edwards.
“NOONE leaves without my PERMISSION!” she growled back, bringing her face closer to mine.
“Okay…” I began, drawing my face away from hers. “May I PLEASE go?!” I hissed in the most patronising tone I could muster. I needed to get out of here. What if I was caught having one of my “visions” again? Whenever something like this happened while I was under Ren’s control, I would be strapped down and force fed various cocktails of drugs to stop my thrashing. If I was going to go out of control, I needed to do it within the privacy of my quarters, away from people…
Jessica stared back at me with eyes that burned brighter than any star. She was furious, but I NEEDED to get out of here… and fast…
I shifted in my bed uncomfortably that sat within a closed off sheets that blocked off the rest of the Infirmary. As far as I was aware, I was the only person still here, which didn’t bother me. It gave me plenty of time to think…
“Good morning Mr Kintaru!” said a rather excited, albeit forced, Dr Edwards. I glanced at him with cold eyes as he avoided mine, whilst he searched for my chart board that sat at the end of my bed.
“How are you feeling today?” he continued, his eyes still glued to the chart as he flicked through the various sheets in front of him. I ignored his question and waited for him to leave. However, instead of leaving a nervous wreak, he managed to say something that must of required a lot of guts.
“I have some good news Mr Kintaru…” he said with a bitter sweetness that nearly made me wretch.
“Dr Saturina will be checking over you today. If all is well, you will be released from the Infirmary."
“I don’t think I need ANYONE’S permission to leave, DOCTOR Edwards!” I hissed, locking deadly sharp eyes with his glazed weak ones. My first words in several days, and they stung like daggers in my throat. He swallowed hard, pushing his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose with his violently shaking left hand as he used the other to place the chart back into it’s slot.
“W-Well, Mr K-Kintaru… I’m pleased to see you’ve regained your voice again--”
“YES, I bet you are! Now, if you’ll leave me!” I interrupted, shoeing him off with my good hand. Reluctantly at first, he began to pivot on his feet before making a hasty retreat. I laid back into my bed, trying to relax. These past days of solid thinking and soul searching had left me in a foul mood. Yes, I had shed all the evil shackles that that manipulative bastard Ren had placed over me… However, now that I had my own mind, I sure as fuck wasn’t going to be pushed around by these “mercenaries”. I stopped myself in my train of thought. I had soon realised, I needed these mercs’ to earn some money and, more importantly, keep a roof over my head. Although I wasn’t responsible for my actions, the various murders Ren had me commit COULD very well wind me up in a padded cell and a straight jacket…
But they would have to investigate first… and I’m quite sure Captain Maxwell wouldn’t go around telling official’s that he took on board a mentally unstable man who unconsciously killed innocent people…
Then the guilt sank in.
“My god…” I nearly said out loud as my eyes widened with terror. The images, the sounds, the motions and the actions… of all those murders… they came flashing into my mind all at once. I clutched at my heart. It felt as if it was about to explode. It pounded away in my chest, faster and faster, harder and harder, with every terrifying scream that echoed within the emptiness of my soul. I furiously looked to my left and right. The heart monitor to my left “beeped” wildly as the numbers and letters changed to spell out “Murderer” over and over again. To add to my horror, the monitor suddenly flat lined. The dead, single tone “beep” that rung loudly in my ears transformed into a bloodcurdling scream that deafened me. I tried to scream, but it fell flat and silent; unlike the scream, which roared louder and louder as I drove my hands into my hair and scratched at my skull.
“Mr Kintaru?” a sweet, gentle voice said amidst excruciatingly loud scream. I nearly jumped out of my bed in horror as I felt a hand touch my shoulder. It was Dr Saturina who had touched me; though I did notice her hand had snapped back. Perhaps I had scared her? Suddenly everything went silent. The scream vanished, and as I looked around, I noticed the heart monitor and various other machines that spoke of “Murder” had returned to what they originally said. The only thing that stood out (other than the heart monitor that was counting the beats of my racing heart) was my sweating, panting and terrified body that was half way out of the bed.
“Saburo… are you ok?” the Doctor asked, a look of confusion splashed over her. After several seconds of adjusting myself and making sure everything was okay, I sat back up in my bed.
“Yes… I’m fine…” I lied.
“Are you sure?” she questioned.
“You heard…” I replied rather bitterly. Earlier I was in a fowl mood. Now I was absolutely terrified. This was the first time I had had a “vision” like this. Well, the first time since my… release from Ren’s grip. Saturina looked at me puzzled for a second before picking up my chart.
“Well… the results on your body seem fairly good for someone in your condition… I would recommend however--” she began before I began to horrify her. I slowly crept out of bed, pulling on the various needles and cables that were connected to me. I bleed slightly as I gave a hard tug on all of them, causing a couple of the fluids that were hooked up to me to fall to the ground and splash all over the floor.
“What… the… HELL do you think your doing SABURO?!” the Doctor roared.
“You said I was “fairly good for someone in my condition”, didn’t you Doctor?” I replied, stretching my neck as I took a few seconds to check over myself. These “mercs’” had done a fantastic job on my war ridden body.
“NOW HANG ON!” she protested, standing in my way.
“Well?!” I hissed, bringing my face close to hers. She squinted back at me, showing next to no intimidation. Yes, Saturina was far more stronger than that pathetic Doctor Edwards.
“NOONE leaves without my PERMISSION!” she growled back, bringing her face closer to mine.
“Okay…” I began, drawing my face away from hers. “May I PLEASE go?!” I hissed in the most patronising tone I could muster. I needed to get out of here. What if I was caught having one of my “visions” again? Whenever something like this happened while I was under Ren’s control, I would be strapped down and force fed various cocktails of drugs to stop my thrashing. If I was going to go out of control, I needed to do it within the privacy of my quarters, away from people…
Jessica stared back at me with eyes that burned brighter than any star. She was furious, but I NEEDED to get out of here… and fast…