A/N - This is the final Out-take for the story "Angel Of Corruption" written by Drowning in Chaos.
Stephenie Meyer and Summit … you know the spiel.
This chapter might get a little rough. I suggest you hold hands and stick with your safety buddy. Hopefully you won't get lost along the way.
After being escorted back to my room by Nurse Rat-Shit, I was informed that my clothes had finally been taken away for laundering. I won't be surprised if I get half of them back, ruined beyond repair. While I'm sure they won't be separating my darks from lights or my delicates from my designer jeans, pouring my own piss onto my clothes was a small price to pay to get the twin room all to myself.
Yeah … Fuck you, Leah Clearwater!
Once the drugs I've been slipping into my ex-roomie's morning coffee start wearing off, I'll probably have to start watching my back, but for now, mission accomplished.
Oh, now, now, come on! Don't you go acting all surprised? Did you really think that putting me in an institution would change me in any way? I'll fill you in on a little secret … I'll always get my own way because I'm smarter than most, if not all, of the people in this building. And when I say "smart", I mean genius.
Seriously, if I wanted to hang out with a bunch of computer programmers, physicists and math professors in the Prometheus Society, I, in fact, could. With an IQ of 175, I would be welcomed with open arms; but where is the fun in hanging out with a bunch of self important stuffed shirts? As Groucho Marx once said, "I don't care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members." Plus, missing out by just one measly point on the Titan Test meant that I was ineligible to join the Mega Society, so personally, I didn't want to be a part of a society that would be regarded as the second best by 0.0001 percent of the population.
However, I've gone off on a tangent. The reason I am here in the first place is because that big dicked, foreign fucker, Demetri, couldn't follow simple orders. "Wear gloves," I'd told him. So what does the stupid idiot do? He wears a pair of fingerless gloves!
Fuck me sideways.
When the cops dusted Bella's truck, they found his prints. And the only reason the cops had his prints on file in the first place was because he couldn't keep it in his pants. Apparently, he'd previously been charged with public indecency, because he'd once pulled out his cock in the middle of a crowded bar. He'd done it to prove a point to another guy about how he got the nickname 'Donkey Dick'.
So once the police caught up with Demetri, he squealed like a fucking pig and told them I'd coerced him into cutting the brake lines of Bella's truck.
I swear I need better minions.
So … while Demetri is now trying his best to make sure he doesn't drop the soap in the shower or sleep on his belly at the Monroe Correctional Complex, I'm here, living it up at Fairfax Hospital instead of the Washington Corrections Center for Women. I knew that once I started pulling that 'Goddess' crap during my trial, they'd all think I was crazy and send me to a mental institution instead.
I'm sitting on the side of the bed in front of the window. From the corner of my eye, I see that someone has draped an ugly grandma-style dress over the end of the bed. I think it belongs to Claire, and obviously they expect me to wear it until my own clothes come back.
Not fucking likely.
I don't even bother to hold the dress up against me. I can already tell that the dress is three sizes too big (just like that heifer Claire Ateara) and there is no way in Hell, I'm wearing anything pink with a pattern that resembles something one would probably see on a shower curtain in a two-star motel ... not that I've ever stayed in a two-star motel, but you get the general idea. I pick up the dress that smells strongly of 'eau de old woman' and wad it up in my hands.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
I toss the fugly dress over my shoulder, straight into the trash can.
Nothing but net … and the crowd goes wild.
From my vantage point, I see Doctor Banner walking along the pathway toward the staff parking lot. It appears that Doctor John 'Randy' Gerandy is waiting by his car. I reach under the mattress and pull out the hidden iPhone that Mrs. Banner (also known as night shift Registered Nurse Banner) gave to me for just this purpose.
Say hello to my little friend!
Choosing the camera application, I slide my thumb across the screen and move closer to the window to take some video footage. They appear to be just talking for a minute or two, but then Randy and Boner quickly look around the parking lot before giving each other a quick kiss. As an added bonus, I'm pretty sure that Gerandy just gave Banner a boner, by stroking his hand over his groin right before they said goodbye and got into their respective cars … and I caught it all on video.
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go oh
I wanna be sedated
Just get me to the airport
And put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane…
Speaking of minions …
The phone is playing the ringtone I set for RN Banner, and the name 'Nursie' flashes on the screen.
"Hey! What are you calling me for? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" I snap into the phone.
"He just sent me a message. Says he's working back late because he's got a meeting with a few members of the organizing committee for the Forensic Psychiatry Conference. Personally, I think it's a load of bullshit. I know he's going to be with her. Did you see them? Did you get any pictures or video of them together? I swear to God if that slut Rachel Black is having an affair with my husband, I'm going to have my brother put a hit out on both of them."
"No, I haven't seen her with him," I say truthfully. "I told you … if I get any evidence, I'll let you know. Now don't call me again; it's too dangerous. Are you working tonight?"
"Yes, I'll see you later"
"Bring me something to drink, Nursie … preferably a bottle of Beluga Gold Line."
"What?" she says disbelievingly.
"Beluga Gold Line … It's Russian vodka-"
"I know what it is, Kate! I just don't think I can do that," she interrupts.
"You scratch my back and I scratch yours. That was the deal," I remind her. There is a long pause.
"Fine," she answers resignedly. "I'll see you later."
I hang up without saying goodbye and open the email application.
Sent: Fri, 2 July, 2010 17:26:06 PM
Subject: Knock knock
Today's key please.
Sent: Fri, 2 July, 2010 17:29:37 PM
Subject: Re: Knock knock
Opening the browser application I type in the full address for the forum. It's nothing you could ever Google. The generic forum login screen appears and the cursor blinks in the first box.
User Name =
I enter "KC" and "31131211131221" into their respective boxes and the screen loads, revealing the forum message board. I can see four other players online in the chat window and within a few seconds, greeting messages bombard the screen.
RB - Well look who it is! Long time, no see KC.
EY - How the fuck are you KC? Saw you made the papers. Naughty girl! ;) You lose points for media exposure.
JEB - Looks like you might be out of the running this time KC. The prize is mine. I'm in the lead now!
RB - Yes! 100 points off for media appearance! You looked hot. By the way, KC… the orange jumpsuit was definitely not the best color on you!
LM - Hey KC? How are you going to get out of your current dilemma? Do you want to continue the game or retire?
JEB - Retire! Retire! LOL :P
I let out a small laugh, and I type in my response.
KC- Suck my dick, JEB. You know I already have a plan, and I've been busy. The 10 million will be mine by the end of the year and then RB, LM and EY will get naked and sexy, and roll around in the winnings with me to help me celebrate whipping your ass! :P
RB - Hell. YES! LOL
EY - LOL
JEB - Bitch!
LM - I'll be in that! Good to hear you aren't giving up. I look forward to seeing how you do it.
KC- I've played the psych card, and I have an ally on the inside now. Gotta love a woman scorned! Just you wait and see. I'll be out before you can even miss me. So what have you all been up to lately?
RB- Grand theft auto (Ferrari F430) drove it into a pool. Scored 100 points.
JEB - Insider trading. I made myself a million. Just enough not to get noticed. ;) Scored 180.
LM - Got a certain celeb coked up and with a hooker less than 24 hours after leaving the rehab center. I filmed it all and sent it to Gossip Cop and Perez. Celeb is now doing rehab in home.150 points.
EY - Hacked a financial institution, transferred the funds to an account in the Bahamas and got the CEO arrested for embezzling. Double score for 200! So what have you done lately KC? We haven't had an update from you for about 6 weeks.
KC - Read 'em and weep!
I got 4 people suspended from their jobs (confirmed - await news of permanent career damage).
Ruined relationships (x2 confirmed, x1 pending result).
I coerced another to commit a crime - x1
I turned a straight girl gay - x1.
I got pulled over for speeding 50 miles over the limit and gave a cop a bj = no ticket.
Degree by defraud (on hiatus) :(
Total of 640 points, less 100 for media exposure = 540 (confirmed) or 700 (unconfirmed).
RB - Fuck me! You have been busy!
KC- I'd fuck you any time RB. LOL ;)
JEB - Shit. That puts you ahead. Bitch! Just remember if your conviction sticks you are out of the game.
KC - Oh yea of little faith JEB. I'll have my 'Get out of jail free card' soon. Anyway gotta sign off. I've got a few
"Kate … you need to wake up." Someone is shaking me by the shoulder and calling my name.
I blink and wonder where the iPhone I was using just went.
It was in my hand a second ago?
I look at the bed, and then I scan the floor to see if I dropped it somewhere. I slide off the bed and lift the mattress. I search around on hands and knees and look under the bed ... nothing.
How could a phone just disappear into thin air?
"Wake up. Wake up now."
"Fuck you! Oh God," I rasp. "My throat is drier than a nun's twat."
What the fuck is going on?
"Kate, wake up. Open your eyes for me," the voice demands. I try to open them, but they seem too heavy, and everything is out of focus. I feel someone forcefully lifting my eyelids, and they're shining a small flashlight directly into my pupils. I try to lift my hands to shield my face, but for some reason they won't move. I start shaking my head from side to side.
"Get that light out of my eyes. I've got a fucking hangover for Christ's sake! Where is my bottle of Beluga?" I need hair of the dog.
"That's not a hangover, dear. It's the Haldol. You've been unconscious for seven hours," the voice explains.
"Haldol?" I try to sit up, but can't seem to lift my shoulders off the bed; something is holding my chest to the mattress.
"Yes, it's an anti-psychotic drug. Doctor Biers injected you with it when you were trying to choke Doctor Banner with the sash of your satin robe. You obviously didn't like what he had to say during your appointment, and you attacked him. The emergency restraint team was called in, and you had to be chemically restrained for your own safety."
My vision starts to clear slightly, and I realize it's RN Lauren Mallory, who is my flashlight torturer. I take a look around me. The room is dimly lit by a ceramic bedside lamp situated on the small set of drawers next to the bed. I'm in my hospital room … in bed.
What the fuck?
"What time is it? How did I end up back here in my room, and why can't I move my arms and sit up?"
"You are restrained and it's almost midnight. According to Rachel's hand over, once the Haldol took effect you were rolled onto a sheet and the members of the restraint team blanket carried you to your bed. You have been asleep the whole time, and we've been constantly monitoring you."
I look down and note that there are dirty, white fabric cuffs around my wrists. They are tied to the bed rails. I bend at the elbows to test the limits of my restraints and try to shimmy down the bed to see if I can reach the knots, but I'm stopped by a fabric restraint that is running across my chest. It is starting to cut in under my arm pits. I try to kick my feet, but discover that they too are restrained by a pair of fabric cuffs. Realizing it's useless, I give up my pathetic struggle. I'm not impressed that this is the second time in the last two months that I've been tied up, and neither situation was remotely sexy.
"When can I get the cuffs off?" I ask.
"Doctor Biers will review your restraint order in the morning. Until then, I will be here to monitor you regularly throughout the night."
"Where is Nurse Banner tonight?"
"Who?" Lauren looks confused.
"Nurse Banner. You know, night nurse … er … Banner. I don't know her first name, but she's married to Doctor Banner. She's supposed to be working tonight."
"Kate, there is no Nurse Banner, and although I shouldn't discuss the personal lives of other staff, Doctor Banner's wife isn't a nurse. She's a Veterinarian.
"Okay, well what about his relationship with Doctor Gerandy? Does his wife know about that?"
Lauren looks at me sadly. "There's no Doctor with the surname 'Gerandy' on staff here either. Kate, I think you might have been dreaming. Haldol can produce some really vivid dreams. It's a known side effect."
Suddenly, I feel as though I can't breathe.
What the hell is going on and where the fuck am I, really? Is this reality or am I dreaming now … did I just dream everything else?
Nurse Banner and Doctor Gerandy don't really exist.
What about the forum … is the game real or not?
Tears start to prick at my eyes at the sudden realization that I'm not in control any more.
Why did I do all of those awful things if not for a game … a prize?
I try to swallow hard to keep the tears from spilling. My throat aches from the effort, and it's still so dry. "Would it be possible to sit up and get something to drink? I'm so thirsty."
"Yeah, sure," Lauren replies. She loosens the restraint that is tied over my chest, and pushes a button on a panel on the side of the bed. She raises the head end, so I am in a semi-reclined position. She then refastens the chest restraint.
"Is that one really necessary?" I complain, "I mean my hands and feet are cuffed. I'm not going anywhere."
"Sorry, Doctor's orders," she says by way of apology, and then positions a straw at my lips. "Doctor Biers also wants you to take this," she says and picks up a small transparent medication cup that contains a little blue pill.
"What is it?"
"It's Haldol, but in tablet form this time."
"Do I have to?" I whine.
"We can do it the easy way, or the hard way, Kate. Either you take the pill, or you get another injection. It's your choice … I get paid either way." She shrugs nonchalantly.
I don't want to take the blue pill. I don't want to end up lost in dream oblivion again … I want to take the red pill. I want to wake up!
Reluctantly, I allow Lauren to tip the tablet onto my tongue, and I take huge pulls of water through the straw until the cup is empty. "More," I pant. Lauren refills my cup with the remaining water from a plastic jug, and I drain it again. After finishing my drink, I look around and notice that we are not alone in the room. There is a blonde woman asleep in the next bed. Her back is turned away from us, but I can tell that it's not Claire. "Who's that?" I ask and give a sideways head tilt to indicate I'm talking about my new roommate.
"Oh, that's Jane. She was admitted this afternoon."
"What's she in for?"
"Major depression after the death of her husband. Poor thing." My stomach then chooses to let out an almighty growl that is audible to both Lauren and me. "Are you hungry? You slept right through dinner."
"Yeah, I am," I concede.
"The kitchen staff kept your dinner aside in case you woke up. It's in the refrigerator. Would you like me to heat it up for you? It's probably best to eat something now before the Haldol starts kicking in again."
"That would be great. Could I get another drink too?"
"Sure, no problem. I'll be back in a few minutes." Lauren turns and leaves the room, and I rest my head back into the pillow and close my eyes.
I hear a shuffling noise coming from the direction of my new neighbor, and I open my eyes to see her sitting on the edge of her bed. She is staring at me with a look of curiosity on her face.
"Hey," I offer in way of a greeting, but she says nothing in return. She just continues to stare at me from the shadows that are being cast by the privacy curtain that is partially shielding her from the direct glow of the lamp. I get an uncomfortable feeling in the base of my skull; there is something disturbing about her, and I can't pinpoint what it is. She stands and walks closer and comes into full view. There is something vaguely familiar about her. She walks to the side of my bed, braces her hands against the bed rail and leans her face in close to mine.
"Hello, Kate," she sneers.
"Uh … Hello," I answer, feeling awkward because her face is invading my personal space.
"I'm so glad we finally get to meet in person."
Okay lady, you are a complete nut job and you need to get out of my face!
"What do you mean? Do we know each other?" I try to pull my face away as far as I can so I can get a good look at her, but the damn chest restraint won't let me move very far.
"We had a mutual acquaintance." She turns away from me and heads for the door. I hope that she is leaving the room, but she reaches for the door handle and closes the door. It's when she grabs a chair and props it under the handle that I feel the panic start to set in. She turns on the light switch, and the whole room is illuminated by the harsh fluorescent lighting above our beds.
"Wh … what are you doing?" I stutter.
She walks back to my bedside and then reaches down for something. Standing back upright I notice that she just took off her socks and is now holding them in her hand. Suddenly, I feel her hand on my face, squeezing my cheeks roughly, so I can't close my lips.
"Let me properly introduce myself … Hello. My name is Jane; Jane Varner. I'm very pleased to meet you. I think you knew my husband … Henry."
I try to protest, but Jane stuffs one of the socks into my mouth. I try to scream, but the sound is muffled. She stuffs half of the second sock into my mouth, and I feel like I am going to choke as the material hits the back of my throat. Any moisture that was in my mouth has been absorbed by the foul tasting socks. I try to take slow, deep breaths in and out of my nose, but the pace is out of control, and I'm hyperventilating and feeling light-headed. I try to pull against my restraints in my state of panic, but it's to no avail. I can feel the effects of the Haldol beginning to take over, but I try to fight the fatigue.
Where the fuck is Lauren?
Jane unplugs the small ceramic lamp and holds it in her hands. She looks at it briefly in contemplation. With a sudden look of feral rage in her eyes and an animalistic grunt, she raises the lamp in one hand and smashes it down on my face. I feel the pieces of the shattered lamp slice into my skin. I let out a scream, but it only comes out as a pathetic, muffled sound. There must be a deep cut somewhere above my eyes. The pain is searing and great gouts of blood are descending down my face like a crimson veil. I can feel myself starting to pass out, but Jane slaps my face, stopping my escape from the nightmare.
She then climbs onto my bed and straddles my body. She rips the bloodied pillow from behind my head and stares into my eyes. I become aware of her intentions and try to buck her off my body, but her weight and the restraints make it impossible. I hear the door handle rattle and then yelling and a thumping sound from behind the door. I pray that whoever it is on the other side can break through in time to save me.
As the pillow descends to my face, the last words I hear are …
"I hope you burn in Hell, you fucking whore!"
A/N 2 Maniae - In Greek mythology, the Maniae (singular: Mania) were a spirit or group of spirits personifying insanity, madness and crazed frenzy.
Prometheus Society and Mega Society - Elite ultra High IQ Societies. Members of the Mega Society are those with percentiles of 99.9999 or 1 in a million.
Nursie's ringtone was 'I Wanna Be Sedated' by The Ramones.
So this is it... the final out-take, but Drowning in Chaos will continue with her part of the story from Bella and Edward's POV once she reposts the story.
Many thanks to Chaz for everything. You let me barge into your story and mix it up, and then you encouraged me to write. Never in a million years did I ever think I could write anything fictional. It's been a lot of fun.
A big thank you to everyone who took the time to read, favorite, alert this story, and especially to those of you who left me a review. You have no idea how much your words have encouraged me. For those of you who haven't left me a review yet, I'd really, really love to know who's been reading this. If you don't want to write a review, just leave me a smiley so I can see who you are. *begs*
I have a new solo story in mind, but no ETA for now as I want to write a few chapters before I start posting, plus I have some beta work to do.
Until next time,
*Bows and curtsies*
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