Seperated in Pittsburgh

Confrontation

After pacing in the profound, almost endless hallways of the old, grandiose, gradually demolishing asylum, the juvenile, aspiring man of the cloth was more than determined to confront the doctor of scientist after his initial rebuttal of his right hand's words about the sonly committed patient's story she knew about Arthur, Charlotte Brown, known as the fake "Anne Frank".

At first, Timothy didn't want to believe the hired former Nazi war criminal is as sinisterly barbarous as Jude portrayed him, via Charlotte's story when she spoke to her in person in her austere office. Nonetheless after the heating debates between the members of the church, Timothy overthought it twice as he thought it would be wiser and more mature to confront one of the biggest Jude's foes, instead instantly believing her utterance without speaking in person with Dr.Arden.

The solemn classic music which played on the gramophone disk in Arthur's office, floating in the background as if a classical symphony was recently playing on live in the opera, hence, the elder man was distracting himself, thrumming inwardly, melodically to himself, matching along with the symphony's instrumental.

In the interim, the younger man's mammoth, milky as snow hand met the doorknob, opening it discreetly which was readily oblivious for Arthur, who was somehow utterly focused on his wee distraction especially when there aren't any visitors. Neither patients, nor any nuns or orderlies.

His humming was sufficiently audible for him only as if he was the sole inhabitant in his cozy, nevertheless, bizarrely uninviting office.

As soon as Timothy entered inside Dr.Arden's office by leaving the door opened askew, subsequently he gripped his rosary beads, balling it in his fist and socking the gramophone's needle that kept the gramophone's disk playing looped until the music faded in the background, ebbing its monotonous instrumental. It caught the older man off guard, turning to the spontaneous visitor, who has just set a foot into his office as if a trespasser in a godforsaken, demolished for ages property is exploring on his own.

Initially, the former Nazi war criminal was beyond flabbergasted as his mouth was slightly agape, contracting his jawline in shock by contemplating his boss's shorter figure standing behind the doorway.

"I'm sorry. Would you have preferred Mozart?" The older man enquired dryly as their eyes met, locking up his chocolate brown orbs, filled with searing nuances of lividness, abhorrent and seriousness.

"Jude was right about you!" In the meantime, he balled into his fist the rosary beads, lightly extending his hand to point with an index finger directly at him as an arrow. "You're a monster." His extended hand quivered faintly, baring his teeth.

"Why do you look for the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye," Meanwhile, the doctor walked away from his hardwood bureau by bowing lightly his head, followed by his gait, whereas Timothy's chocolate brown orbs were incessantly transfixed on the barbaric tormentor. "And pay no attention to the plank in your own?" He resumed his utterance by strolling up to his boss, emphasizing the last words in his retaliated question.

"I saw that girl," The holy man stuttered, struggling to spell the syllables, hemming reluctantly due to their proximity as the gape was almost sealed, facing the much taller, masculine figure. "What you did to Shelly."

"All in the name of progress. Isn't that what we agreed upon?" Rhetorical inquiry lingered on the elder man's tongue, looking up at him glassily.

"No, you told me this was for the greater good." He clutched even firmer his other free hand into a balled fist, casting a glaring grimaced look at him as his voice sounded rather hoarser with menacing pigments, tinting it. "You mutilated her!" He rose his voice as its decibels were higher than the usual.