Institutionalized

Mac, Day 29

"Alright everyone, here's my plan."

The patients had requested that I be the one to come up with what to do now, since I had been the one to 'fuck everything up'. While I agreed that it wasn't ideal, I didn't think such harsh words were necessary. He'd trapped everyone here, tore three helpless humans from their lives, and ruined two of them. He probably would have ruined the third too if he'd had the chance. He created me. He taught me to kill; he made me lose my conscience. It was only fair that he received the consequences. The others should have been glad, honestly. He was teaching them a silly, bleak way of life. It was so much better to give in.

"I'm going to take over Rafael's position."

Silence, for a moment.

"What? Mac, you've been a vampire for like two weeks, you don't have a college degree, you don't know how to hide bodies or where to get blood bags. You don't know how to control werewolves on the full moon."

That was Howie.

"I do know how to get rid of bodies; feed them to werewolves. And we won't be needing blood bags. I have some college under my belt. I know my share about vampires, and I know some about werewolves too. Besides, I saw chains installed in their rooms they'll be fine."

I folded my arms. The vampires gawked.

Mabel whimpered, "I don't want to kill."

"Oh, don't tell me that. Yes you do. You know it deep down. You'll never be able to live like a human, stop lying to yourself."

Mabel looked horrified.

"Rory, You're to be turned. Which would you prefer? Vampire or werewolf?"

Rory's heartbeat sped up when I spoke to her. She blushed,

"Which would you prefer I become?"

"Vampire it is. Ashely, turn her, or teach me how to do it myself."

Ashely thought I was nuts too.

"...No? You aren't the boss of me."

"Come on, what else are we supposed to do with her? Let her go? With her kind of knowledge?"

"If you hadn't killed rafael, he would have been able to wipe her memory."

"Well it's too late for that. Can we just move on?"

"I won't do it."

"If you don't agree with my decision, then you can leave, but you might as well stay. You're going to give in to your urges either way, and this way, you have a team, you aren't suffering alone. And not all of it is suffering, I promise. We can figure this out together."

Quincy sat at a cafeteria table.

"May I nominate myself second in command?"

"Sure. You can teach me to turn Rory."

"I agree it's the only option. Contrary to Mac, I do have a couple degrees, and I've been a vampire much longer than him, and I know how to get blood bags if you want them. I'm willing to help you all as much as I can; that has always been my goal."

Howie had his hands on his face,

"Mac, you're crazy. This is never going to work. And I'm not taking orders from you."

He stood up and headed for the exit.

"Good bye."

"Wait! Howie, where are you going?"

"Away from you."

"You're still mad? Don't leave..."

"Of course I'm mad! You ruined my life!"

He slammed the door behind him.

I scrambled after him, following him out the door.

"Wait! If you don't want to take orders from me, what do you suggest?"

I swallowed as my apathy cracked. Howie saw it in my eyes and softened his glare.

"Quincy should be first in command. He has more qualifications than you, and I think everyone else would agree with me."

"Fine! Fine. If you stay, Quincy can be the main doctor."

"Okay."

I walked back into common room with Howie.

"Quincy, You're the head doctor now, I resign."

He smiled and nodded,

"Splendid."