don't know, doctor. I honestly don't know. All of the sedatives,
all of the medications... nothing helps. I've examined all of
her case files from her previous residencies here in Shady Oaks
Asylum. It appears she suffered an incredible loss in her teens...."
"I am aware of her trauma. I read
her files. Nothing explains this kind of erratic behavior. Normally,
children who live in dysfunctional families.... and any who
have cases this severe, end up quiet and withdrawn. This isn't
common at all. This is very rare. For a woman of her age, and
with her psychiatric evaluations from just a few years ago....
it shows that she should be perfectly normal, living life to
it's fullest as a typical baby-boomer-echo of the new millennium.
I've never seen a case this bad."
"She doesn't respond to any of the
mediations. It is as if she never even taken them. We are just
wasting our facilities, out time, our effort. She's a nutcase,
doctor. We need to put her away for good."
The doctor rubs his chin.
"No. No.... I've never given up on
a patient in 30 years, I am not going to now. his girl has something
deeper... something that we can draw out and study, if we can
unmask it. I've been reviewing her last years' worth of life...
it appears to be all centered around her work. Again, it shows
no sign of an improvement. The same, dangerous dysfunctional
environment she was raised in. It wouldn't suprise me if it
takes months to break through this poor girl."
"She grew up in a wasted old city
in the Heartland. You'd figure that kind of setting would be
"Not hardly. You'd be suprised."
"I suppose a trip to this macabre
lifestyle would be in order? I have bad news, her home was burnt
down just a few years ago. Police reports are sketchy, but other
teens who called it a 'hangout' observed a female, early twenties
leaving the area with a gasoline tank and a wicked look on her
"Sounds like our girl."
"She's had more history with arson
and assault.... she's been charged several times with aggravated
assault, battery, arson, thievery, and she's also down as a
convicted felon for habitual offences in assault and battery,
fraud, .... jesus... she has several charges of attempted murder,
but was let free!"
"That, would be her case file with
"No, sir. In 2001, she apparently
attempted to kill an ex fiance and his newest girlfriend, same
year she eat a man so bloody the had to piece his face together
with tweezers and hell of a lot of crazy glue... doc.... are
you sure you want to go through with this?........"
"She has a lot of demons, doctor."
"Are you prepared to dive into all
"You think you'll be able to help
"No. But I will die trying."
A bright, white room. Nothing but white. But the light remains
off, for this criminally insane mastermind of pain and hate
took the light out with her own head. In a blind fury, she slammed
herself against the wall so fast and mad, that she rode up the
corner of the wall, and bashed her head into the light fixture
above. She had been screaming for a lawyer for more than two
hours straight. They changed isolation rooms several times,especially
after she had beaten herself so hard into the wall it began
to crumble. But now. nothing but darkness. Darkness remains
her only salvation. It is the only thing that has remained over
all these years of her pain and hate. Lost and alone, the dark
was always there. Even in broad daylight, dark still lingered...
just waiting for the right time to again, consume all.
Through a small window in the double steel-plated door, is the
darkness. A entity she has trusted and depended upon for ages.
Only a mere trickle of light can be seen reflecting off the
white padded surface of the floor in the isolation room. A bloody,
scratched-up foot in the shadow just beyond that. A sillhouette,
perhaps. Of the girl in the corner, clutching onto her jacket
she has managed to gnaw her way through once again. She hums
a soft tune..... no one can make it out, but it only makes it's
way to the soundproof walls before it bounces back into her
own ears. But if it were to reach anyone else, it would only
sound like a broken, fearsome song of tears and pain.... only
a mutter beyond cracked lips and the heaving bosom the air enters
and escapes. The blood had run so quickly from the new gash
on her head from her injury against the light fixture, that
it tumbled through her clothing in a raging river.... cascading
down her legs and feet onto the white floor. A flashlight shines
through the window, trying to pick out the woman from the dark.
Three doctors, the ones from before stand before the door. The
eldest and wisest up to the task of breaking through the barriers
she built so strongly in her mind, wears a long white lab-coat.
His salt and pepper beard and balding head contrast against
the white surroundings, his peach-ish skin with a hint of bronze
proving his checkbook exceeds a length of fortune enough to
enjoy the finer things in life. Under his labcoat, the faintest
hint of Old Spice. A picture resides in his pocket of his grand-daughter,
a beautiful girl in her late childhood, acne covering her forehead.
A nurse with dark brown hair stands beside him, her overly-tight
white skirt covering cellulite-covered legs. She remains unself-conscious,
even though she is aware of her imperfections. Her busty chest
protrudes out of another small cloth that could be called a
shirt. A middle-aged doctor with a receding hairline stands
next to her, with two male orderlies. The eldest doctor speaks.
"Six straight jackets in four hours?!?"
"Yes, doctor. We have put the toughest
on her, but somehow she manages to wiggle free."
"And what about this light?"
"We tried to have a repairman come
in to replace the light after we fitted her with the new model
jacket. Little did we know, she managed to break the double-latched
safety cuffs, rip through the back of the suit like a parachute
bag, and pop free. The repairman was on a ladder when she attacked......"
"He is in the Sherwood Memorial Hospital
right now. A punctured lung, three broken ribs and a fracture
on the skull."
"We took out all of the chairs and tables from this room
before we placed her inside.. somehow, that doesn't seem to
"You realize you WILL die trying,
The doctor stares into the solitary room, where the red headed
woman sits humming her tune. The doctor fits the key in the
lock of the door, and opens it.
"Doctor... she isn't wearing a jacket."
"Maybe all she wants is to be free."
The doctor opens the door, the two orderlies stepping inside.
An old, familiar smell cascades into the room as the orderlies
enter, the bright green-blue eyes popping open wildly in the
"Lillith? Dr. Castillo is here to
see you.... if you cooperate, we won't put you in any restraints.....
do you comply?"
She doesn't hear. She is far from hearing... that smell... that
smell oh god that smell....... THE SMELL!!! Lillith jumps up
from her position, taking out the two orderlies with a hard
clothesline. Lillith rushes for the door, as the three doctors
press themselves against the door, barricading her inside. Lillith
scratches wildly, nearly tearing the metal plates off the door
where the mehcanisms for the locks sleep sweetly inside. If
only she could tear it off, and pry apart the metal......
The young female nurse screams, as Lillith bashes herself against
the door with her shoulder. Two security officers rush to the
area, pinning the door with all of their weight. The eldest
doctor, Castillo, locks the door.
"What are you doing!? We have to
get the orderlies out of there! She will KILL THEM!"
The middle-aged doctor begins to take the keys from Dr. Castillo,
who smacks him backward into the door.
"No! It's them or us, here. We have
security. She will be held fully responsible for her actions.
If we tire her out, she will succumb to our requirements to
make her talk to us! Those orderlies have been through physical
training of many sorts.... if they can't handle this girl we've
pumped full of sedatives... they couldn't handle a young canine
loose in a garage!"
"You're CRAZY! I'm going to report
this to the Council!"
"YOU DO THAT, Dr. Corrigan! Do it!
You do that, and all the time we put into testing the mental
capabilities of our patients go RIGHT out the door! You want
ti getting out your little experiment with your third patient
last year? HM!? You remember that, Corrigan? I don't think the
Council will see treating a patient with extreme paranoia with
a whole fat sack of illegal substances as a rational idea, huh?"
The young male doctor bites his tongue, as he punches his fist
into the door. It is silent, for a moment. The noises behind
the wall suddenly hesitate, as an orderly is seen being bashed
against the door, his face smearing against the glass. The nurse
jumps back, a scream emanating from deep inside her. She coughs
on her own saliva an bile, as blood spews from the orderlie's
mouth. Lillith rushes to the other orderly, who still hangs
on tightly to the flashlight. Lillith bashes the two orderlie's
heads together, knocking the first orderly out. She grabs onto
the second orderly, flipping him to the ground. The orderly
stands, as Kitten eerily runs up on the wall, kicking him hard
in the jaw, his head snapping backward. He drops the flashlight,
a brief sputter of the flashlight flickers across the room,
Lillith's still figure, her hair draped over her face again
melds with the darkness.
"Jesus fucking CHRIST, doctor!"
Dr. Castillo looks to the window, utterly shocked. The nurse
steps beside him, as the doctor tries to shield his eyes to
see inside the room.
Melanie Rosen, the nurse, looks to Castillo, fear in her eyes.
"Melanie.... get to the desk and
get me my vocal recorder."
Suddenly, the pale-faced, green-blue eyed expression of hate
and sorrow smashes against the window. Nurse Rosen falls backward
into a desk screaming, knocking over a PC, and random papers.
Two sprawled-fingered hands press against the window with the
cheek of the red-headed mistress Dr. Castillo has so willingly
taken into his jurisdiction. Her mouth opens against the window,
and though clearly muffled by the soundproof room, laughter
escapes from her blood-dried lips, howling into the 6 by 5 padded
room. Hot air leaves Lillith's body, leaving a wet, sticky film
on the glass where her lips meet the window. Tears flow down
her cheeks, dripping into the dried blood on her body, causing
it to flow fresh again. Lillith falls against the door, her
laughter turning into a growing sob. Dr. Castillo faces Dr.
Corrigan, and Nurse Rosen.
"I am going to go in there, and you
are going to shut and lock this door behind me."
"What!? Are you insane!?"
"It takes one to know one, Corrigan.
You said that to me once."
Dr. Castillo flashes Dr. Corrigan an ugly look, as he opens
up the door. The door pushes against Lillith's limp body, as
Dr. Castillo lifts her from under her arms, and sets her on
the cot built into the wall. Lillith doesn't move, only to bring
her legs up to her chest, her tears splashing against her knees
as she buries her crying face into them, as a protective sheild.
The doctor reaches out to touch her, as she suddenly sits up
straight sptting at him.
"KITTEN! It's KITTEN! GET IT FUCKING
STRAIGHT, YOU SHIT! I WANT A GOD DAMN LAWYER! AND I WILL KILL
EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU UNTIL I GET MY LAWYER! THIS IS BULLSHIT!"
Lillith is suddenly ravaged by a whooping cough that renders
her it's captive, until she coughs so hard, blood comes into
the palm of her hand. Dr. Castillo looks to the awed doctors
at the door, motioning to call a doctor. Lillith looks to the
doctor, glossy tears coating her eyes like a barrier against
the thoughts behind them. The doctor eyes her. She looks worse
than she had ever, since her stay in the beginning, back in
the 1990's at Shady Oaks Asylum. She ripped apart almost all
her clothing except for the bare essentials, not by choice,
but by accident in her worst times of attack. She shudders,
as Castillo orders two security officials to drag the bodies
of the orderlies out of the room. The moonlight filters through
a barred window, the cool air breezing through. The doctor pulls
out a vocal recorder out of hi pocket, the same one Nurse Rosen
handed to him as Lillith pressed herself against the window
like a Garfield stuffed-animal in a family van's rear-window.
She clutches her legs tightly, as the doctor reaches out to
touch her. Lillith snaps.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!!"
She almost loses her breath again, a deep, low rumble escaping
from far below her belly. She twitches slightly, her desperate
need to break more body parts barreling through her sanity.
She digs her nails into her calves, marking deep blood-red lines
into the pale flesh. She looks from the doctor, to the officers
dragging the orderlies out the door.
"...Lillith.... Kitten.... whoever
you want to call yourself. I am not here to harm you. I am Dr.
Ray Castillo. I am the head psychologist here at Shady Oaks.
Do you know what day it is?"
Lillith remains unresponsive, as the doctor blinks a few times
and goes on.
"All right, we will talk some other
time. I just wanted you to know that you are safe, here. You
don't have to fight anymore, Lillith. You can be who you are
"I am who I am...."
It barely reaches the doctor's ears. He blinks hard again, and
"Lillith, why did you attack the
"Because I can."
"Lillith, please don't make this harder than it needs to
be. It makes it only worse for yourself. I know you're a bright
girl. You know the longer you put this off, the longer your
stay here is."
"I won't be here for long. I'll kill
each and every one of you pathetic roaches until I reach the
Castillo is taken aback, but looks to Lillith condescendingly.
"Lilltih... please. Why did you attack
In the back of Lillith's mind, the smell of the orderlies resonates
harshly in her nostrils. Her eyes widen in anger, her brows
turning into a low curve of rage, etched on her forehead. A
picture flashes in her head - a bottle of "Brut",
an old cologne.. on her father's shelf in the bathroom. The
same bottle he broke over her head once... the eau de toilette
pouring down her head, into the cuts on her face, into her sobbing
eyes. Drowning out her tears.. the blood.... until there was
nothing but pain.... and the smell......
"They reeked of it. The smell."
"What smell, Lillith? Help me help
"YOU FINISH THAT FUCKING SENTANCE,
AND I WILL FUCKING GUT YOU! YOU HEAR ME!? I am TIRED of shrinks.
I am tired of logic. I GET WHAT I WANT. AND I WANT THEM TO SUFFER
LIKE I DID!"
The doctor's eyes brighten, as a small trigger goes off in his
head. He nods slightly, and goes to the door.
"I am your doctor now, Lillith. Whether
you like it or not. Your deeds as of recently give you no right
for a lawyer. If you were under arrest, you'd have your Miranda
read to you. You are under psychiatric evaluation to prevent
you from getting away from a consequence you constantly avoid.
This, is your last chance, Lillith. This is it. .... I will
see you tomorrow. Get some sleep."
Dr. Castillo opens the door to the isolation room by the metal
panel Lillith began to rip off. He closes the door behind him,
the latch of the bolt heard almost immediately after. Lillith
looks to the barred-window, falling into her own hypnotic trance
of revelation. Constantly battling within herself, she is suprised
to find her mind if relatively empty.
"Just like my life."
Lillith laughs to herself slightly, as she continues to wander
through her mind. She falls into a pit of thought not even she
can drag herself from, just as she has so many times before.
A dream-like state. But it is only her life repeating itself.
Flashes of blood, flashes of tears mingling with each drop of
the crimson life. Things seem to have taken an abrupt halt in
her plans, causing a rough disturbance to fill her with guilt.
Guilt? Why guilt? STEVE JASON..... she just sent him into a
whirlwind of a freight-train, speeding her direction for the
kill. Isn't that the opposite of what she had worked for? Dreamed
Castillo eyed the doctors standing around him, who stood shocked
and awed by his process.... that he walked out unscathed. What
was his deal? Was he immortal? Supernatural?
"Doctor.... are you all right?"
"I am fine, Rosen. Where are the
"Probably heading for the morgue,
after what you did to them."
"Don't be ludicrous, Corrigan."
"They are in the ward, getting examined
by the Chief of Medical. They should be fine. Daniel probably
has a broken jaw, though. He couldn't even talk."
"Doctor, you talked to her. Did she
say anything crucial to our investigations?"
"Just that she wanted a lawyer, as
before. But I think we have a problem."
"What is it, doctor?"
"That girl in there, it isn't Lillith
"It isn't her at all. It's someone else she's manifested
who's taken over completely."
"What are you saying Doctor, that
we have a real loon on our hands?"
"No, no........ a schizophrenic."