Ardent psychopath

Prologue: The waiting room...

In front of human eyes there is passion, for some is different than most. Still my passion has a evident goal but it's only one. It seems I have no other goals, just one luminous one. My mind wants it but my heart is searching for worth of worlds radiance. I want that radiance to slash through me with compassion, love, mercy and understanding of another. But will my heart betroth itself to that goal?

So a simple person met a psychopath, unrealistic, unreasonable and unreliable you can say.
Well I did meet a psychopath and what do I tell you now? That he was a crazy lunatic that looked like a killer, well he didn't look like that, neither did his heart.
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A waiting room is a great start to my summer and considering the fact that I would rather be grazing against steamy sand beside the beach. I still have to put my thoughts aside and face my factual state. So the fact is that I have these few months until winter to prove myself in the medical industry, as a doctor.

Please don't get me wrong, I dreamed all year to be sitting here in this very room, in this very chair. Not because I'm sad but because of my one goal in life, to be a doctor. I would love to for fill that dream yet good grades and dashing humour is not enough. It just isn't, so I've decided to take this so called 'work experience.' To prove them all wrong. I will reach my goal.

Have I thought this through? Living with potential serial killers and psychopaths for six months, not at all. But isn't that the whole point in the word 'experience.' I'm supposed to be naive and blinded by simply not knowing but maybe I will know. Eventually.

So far I'm still rusty with all the expectations and rules that are printed out in the leaflet I've been holding for the past month. The rules are simple, just when to speak and went to not. Simple?

However what did catch my attention was the description of the place in general. The fact that there are four main floors for this building.

Floor 4: This one is pretty simple, reception and all that.

Floor 3: Where all the nurses have their apartments and by that I mean their rooms, unless they don't work full time. Although most nurses here do.

Floor 2: This is where the patients live, only half of them though. From what I've read there's only a half of the patients that are more stable mentally. Still psychopaths, sociopaths and schizophrenics but just at a more lighter stage in their illness.

Floor 1: Being honest I'm not sure about the details of this floor. The leaflet lacks information about this floor although I suppose there's reasons for that. Now this floor is known to be off bounds for most, only specialists go there. It's a place for patients with a severe stage in their illness. A stage that might not be ever possible to heal or even try to help.

Well that's somewhere I'm not going any time soon, trust me.

I look to my sides, wondering if someone will come to assist me on where to go next. Still it looks like nobody cares because they all look to busy in what they are already doing. The nurses pass me like I wasn't even there therefore I try to get their attention by standing up suggesting I need someone to help out. Frustration hits me and I sit down with my emotions stirring into one big ball. I scoff at the floor.

*BANG*

The door from the end of the hall opens rapidly without any warning. There I see two police officers holding on to what seems to be a young man. Not much younger or older than me.

I stay seated not even moving a muscle, it's like I'm paralysed. Fear? Maybe? Probably.

He swings his hands in different directions trying to get away from their grip. He struggles and scuffles through their hold, so careless, so unassailable and still he can't escape what seems is not them but the demons surrounding him. His scream could reach miles far still I think it reaches the heart more. That fracas scream, it really does rage through himself. As if he's reaching out for help? It's excruciatingly agonising to hear.

"Come on son work with us here!" The right officer shouts. This makes the crazy guy smile widely and vividly.

They're getting closer, he's getting closer and more unmanageable for them. This makes me more agitated at the idea of him being so close. This corridor isn't so broad and still they put these damn chairs here. God I'm gonna get killed by him. Just pray he won't reach me.

But he doesn't...
Instead the second he reaches me he still tries to scrabble out their hands, yet the second he meets my eyes everything seems to stop.
Slower and slower the air gets around me it's a vivid feeling abstract almost. His eyes are light blue, very luminescent in fact in some rays of light they might appear virtually white. But framing them there is a ill-lit blue covering each edge.

I'm Here getting lost in his eyes when I don't discern something. That's he's also staring at me, deeply. That intensity seemed to cease him from whatever he tried to do. No movement nor emotion, he just stays there with his body bent near the floor by the policeman. Although his head is tilted sideways his stare is way more intimidating. I've never seen such a dark, profound, deep, intense and all the words above stare. It's unreal. There and there I take a more direct look at him. His hair has a wavy curl to it, not too long but not short. It's a ash blonde colour and his skin is slightly tanned. His lips are a moderate size that I am definitely appreciating right now.

Then my heart sinks and my breathe leaves my mouth at his gesture. He smirks the creepiest smile but suddenly one of the policeman pulls him forward taking them eyes away from me. Though his smile never left his lips, just as if the thought of our encounter was replaying in his mind.

"Come on now Oscar." One of the men scold him.

Oscar...
That was my first encounter with him.
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