The Boy and The Psycho

Run Boy Run

"Like I said to your son earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. Without the client's consent, I simply can't help you." The doctor explains to Klaus and I.

I stand in between Klaus and Five wearing a disguise to look more like Five's mother since I was here earlier. 

"Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name." Five points out to the doctor. 

"Well, that's not my problem. Sorry. Now, there's nothing more I can do, so-" The doctor explains as he sits behind his desk with his hands folded together.

"And what about my consent?" Klaus pipes up from his chair.

"Excuse me?" 

"Who gave you permission... to lay your hands... on my wife and son?" Klaus's voice begins cracking and he sounds as if he's about to cry.

"What?" The three of us say in usion.

"You heard me."

"I didn't touch your wife and son."

"Oh, really? Well, then how did he get that swollen lip and how did she get that black eye, then?" 

Klaus gets up from his chair and gives me an apologetic look. 

"They don't have-"

He swings and punches me square in the eye. The doctor gasps as I fall backward into Five's arms and he pulls me back up to my feet.

Then he swings and pops Five right in the mouth making me turn and grab Five's face in my free hand while the others still on my eye.

Klaus inhales sharply. "I want it. Name, please. Now." 

Five and I look up at Klaus and give him an angry glare.

"You're crazy." The doctor points up at Klaus.

He chuckles and leans onto the desk towards the doctor. "You got no idea."

Klaus looks down at the desk and smiles at something on the doctor's desk. He picks up a snow globe and smiles bigger. 

"Peace on Earth. That's so sweet." He then smashes the snow globe into his forehead making us all jump. 

He groans and raises his shaking hands up to his face. He yells and raises his head up while blood and glass fall down his face.

"God, that hurt."

The doctor rushes and grabs his phone. His hands shake as he dials a number. "I'm calling secur-"

Klaus rips the phone from his hand and puts it up to his ear.

"What are you doing?" The doctor yells.

Klaus gasps. "There's been an assault... in Mr.Big's office, and we need security, now. Schnell!" 

He throws the phone back into the receiver and sighs. "Now, here's what's gonna happen, Grant."

"It's... Lance."

"In about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood, and they're gonna wonder, "What the hell happened?" And we're gonna tell them that you... beat the shit out of us." Klaus explains and begins fake crying again.

He stands up straight and I wrap my hands around his much larger one. Five and I both smile up at the doctor with our black eye and busted lip. 

"You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I've been there. Little piece of chicken like you. Oh, my God, you're gonna get passed around like a... You're just- You're gonna do great. That's all I'm saying." Klaus smiles and flicks his hand at the doctor while he explains the experience.