The Doctor Is In

The Penguin Jests

Present day

   

   Ozzy escorts me back to my cell. I comply completely, not exactly in a rebellious mood.

"You stay here and relax. I need to find something for tonight." he tells me as we walk into his office.

"And what exactly are we doing tonight?" I inquire, my tone slightly suggestive so as to not reveal my true motives.

He smirks, "That is for me to know-"

"And for me to find out?"

He kisses my cheek as I take a few steps into the cell, "For you to be pleasantly surprised by."

He closes the cell shut, and walks into his living quarters, shutting the door behind him.

I smile for a few seconds more after he'd left. He can be wonderful sometimes.

I fall to the ground and start doing push-ups, if I'm going to be in here all day, I might as well have something to do. Maybe I can also get Ozzy to bring me a couple of books from his collection. I do remember fondly of his booklet of Shakespearean sonnets.

I'm completing a set of stretches when Ozzy reenters the room, looking slightly more distraught than when he'd left.

"Can't find what you're looking for?" I ask, standing up and leaning against the cell bars.

"No, no, no, I know I had it there...someone must've stolen it. Did you steal it?!"

I raise an eyebrow, "How could I steal it if I don't even know what you're looking for?"

He grumbles and shuffles off in a hurried pace. I return to my workout, hooking my feet to the top cell bars and letting the rest of my body hang down. I then push my upper body up to the point where my head touches my knee. I spend my hours not only inventing increasingly more creative ways to exercise in my small confined space, but I also begin formulating a possible route of escape. The door entrances are the worst ideas ever, since Ozzy's shown to have armed guards around every corner. I could take my chances with the windows, but if I sprain or break anything, then I really won't be able to escape. And there's no way I can leave without both my weapons and the other doctors. Maybe that's what Ozzy's looking for, did he lose my weapons? Are they gone for good?

But as strange as it seems, there's always that part of me that doesn't want to escape. That part of me that truly loves him, however disgusting and repulsive he can be. Would it be that bad if I stayed?

But the doctors would never be free, and neither would I. What would I accomplish as his girlfriend? No, as happy as I might be with him, that's not my decision to make.

I hear the door open, and I get up and run to the front of the cell, but it's not Ozzy, it's Tracey and Candy,

"Well lookie here Candy, the boss's left little Trixie all by herself." Tracey taunts, taking out the key to my cell.

"Guess he got bored of you." she smirks, as Tracey hands her the key.

I cross my arms, "Are you two here to let me go?"

"Not yet." she sticks in the key and unlocks the door, "We're gonna give you a little departing present first."

She steps in and shuts the door behind her. Placing the key in the folds of her bra, she takes out a small pocketknife, flicking it up and letting it reflect against the light with her glasses.

I jump back as she slashes to the right, "Think you can waltz in here and steal my job? Penguin is mine!"

I use her moment of anger to grab her arm, kneeing her in the stomach, snatching her hair and throwing her against the cell bars, “I don’t want to steal your job, I don’t want to be here. If you let me go, I won’t endanger your job anymore.” I talk down to her as she slowly gets up from the floor.