Insane

Duty Calls - prt.2/2

Why won't you speak?! finally struck out the officer, and I had difficulty not to laugh - other than yes, no and I don't know, I could hardly have him understand me as he probably did not speak sign language . With words, I mean.

I pulled on my folder before he could stop me and wrote as best as I could on the inside of the folder "disclaimer or interpret". He frowned and asked me what it meant, but from that moment I ignored him - it was rather useless, and I would not pass all my nail polish on that dumb folder for his pleasure. I finished my nails under his pissed stair and started doing air so that they'd dry faster. He apparently could bear no more because he got up and left the room. I could not help but have a half smile. I gave a look through the way mirror where I could imagine the guards trying to calm the officer - few came to see me, but they all knew the terms or listened well to the guards. He probably did not.

When he came back, he had a piece of paper - a virgin disclaimer. He pulled out a pen and started reading. I surprised him by taking the sheet and overlooking it really fast. I put my finger where he would have to sign first and asked for his pen. He gave me a weird look, but as I insisted he gave it to me. I made an "x" where he had to sign, and resumed in a few words what was written. The last sheet of the document was about the patient - me. I wrote down my information and signed to confirm they were up to date. I then gave him the papers back and started drying my nails again.

I, officer Ray Darcy, he read aloud as he filled in, accept full responsibility of a private and direct interview with Miss Queen and disclaim the Asylum from any eventual charges concerning me and the mentioned patient.

I gave him a big smile.

You can put the disclaimer in my folder now, dear, I told him of a low soft voice, showing him both the documents he had in front of him.

I might as well be the smallest case in the Asylum - my folder was not even a centimeter thick!

He looked dazed.

Come on, boy, you can do such simple things as that, I believe.

***OFFICER RAY DARCY***

I shook my head and did as she said - not because she had told me too but because it was indeed the thing to do. It was weird to think that at some point she had been sitting in my place, caring for other crazy patients. Usually, she was able to save them. With the rest, well... apparently, it would be because of them if she was in their chair today. With time, as she always was using reversed psychology, they said that she began to actually believe her words - the words of a crazy person. It was small at first, but she ended on the other side of the bars quite fast, "just in case". She kept doing an excellent job, but slowly only the Asylum used her to try to save their patients from the true insanity that awaited them inside. She stayed the best, but she was one of them now, which scared most people. They probably thought that she would try to convince the people to stay, but if I had her in front of me, it would put me straight back on track. At least, that's what I thought.

She was analyzing me, clearly. Frowning, looking up and down, staring - I evaluated her as well, of course, but I didn't do it in such open ways as she did. She had long really pale blond hair, almost white, with very pale skin and she was rather beautiful, even with no makeup or anything in her advantage - at least, she did not have the full orange suit that some seemed to have. But what fascinated me the most was her eyes - I had heard they were gray-purplish. But they were not; her left eye was of a beautiful shade of ocean blue, while her right one was of an electric green. I had seen the women once, in her apogee - she had dark brown hair with peach skin and grey eyes - with those little sparkles of purple I saw that had amazed me. She worked already tight with the police station where I was in stage - I was a year older than her, but she had started school a year early, and I had failed my year twice in my youth. I used to dream I would marry her someday - everybody had. She was my dad's best partner, and he was the one that noticed. He was the one to lock her in. At first, he would visit her often, but someday he just stopped.

Can you ask them for Jotkins? she asked, suddenly, taking me out of my thoughts.

Why don't you ask yourself? I asked back.

Because I am not to speak to them, she answered, blunt. Now, will you, or should I go see him myself?

I sighted, and gave her what she wanted, unsure either I could still speak to her if she left. Less than five minutes, he passed his head through the door. He gave me a look, than made a big smile to the girl. Apparently, ...actually no I had no idea. They seemed to have a silent conversation between them in the instant of seconds and she sent him a kiss before he left.

So, why did you even want to see me, anyways? she asked me blunt, straight as the door closed.

Can you not guess? I asked, trying to look as cool as her, as in my element as she seemed to be.

No.

There was a silence.

What was that about? I asked, actually hoping for an answer.

Believe me, she answered, lifting her eyes to look at me, you don't want to know.

She had not seemed so crazy as now, for up to now she was just there, and different. But I could see it in her eyes at that instant - the girl I once knew was no more. I swallowed.

I need your help.

She didn't even try to hide her surprise.

How desperate are you, she asked, to come in the Asylum, to me, the fallen Queen?

She seemed to think she would have an actual answer to that question.

It matters few your opinion on that question - your name is still the top reference. Did you know? (She raised an eyebrow as simple reaction, her face stone cold.) People are just too scared to come and ask.

Everyone knows the price, and no one cares to pay it. The question is, are you desperate enough?

She looked at me and seemed to evaluate me once more. She squint her eyes, and had a big smile.

I believe you are, indeed, crazy enough, to risk anything, for if you fail, you will loose everything you have ever fought for - am I wrong?

I looked at her, shut.

***Queen***

Ooh, there I had hit a nerve. No cop was crazy enough to come to the Asylum for my help - not since his father had stopped visiting me, anyways. The boy's father was the head of the police of the town, which I knew since Jotkins confirmed my hypothesis that he was his brother. Of course, the boy didn't know - his father had thought better if he told his son his twin had died. Since they were eight years old, both had never seen each other. I was the one that told our dear sheriff to let go of his crazy son, that he was sold for the Asylum. It was easy to say, really; as long as one presented himself by his name, he was safe. Even if he started adding his new nickname in his presentation, he could still be saved. But once one only answered by his nickname... it was done of him. He was one of us. And once you were one of us, there was no coming back. the difference between us and the oranges ( the ones with the orange suits), was that we still had something, some logic in our head. WE could still be lived with. It was difficult to explain, and only the ones of us could truly distinguish them. That's how the guards knew when a new comer was really dangerous, that they were... gone. We would all sense it, and avoid him. At first, they didn't quite understand our logic, but it always ended same, may it take minutes or months; at some point, they broke. They were no born to be one of us. That's what had happened. And staying with us or dealing with us too much got to their head.

That boy in front of us could be both - rare were the ones that could be one of us, rarer even the ones that could be both. He was one of a kind. Maybe that's why sometimes his brother lost it. Maybe his brother was like him.

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It took time for the officer to forgive me what I had said last, but he apparently thought better to tell me now, while I looked opened to opportunities.

OK, so I may have forgotten to have an actual crime to solve. Sorry, and I'll be back on that. :')

Read up, inspiration can't run from me real long ;)