[skillyaslig]

Yay, a comment. The next chap isnt gory though.

I was put in the Looney bin. Sure, they didn’t call it that, they called it the psychiatric ward. Most people, the ones who aren’t in it of course, call it the nut house, insane asylum, Looney Bin, which I like to call it, and other ‘fun’ names. I was pissed, I was treated like some complete fruit cake, as if I was in any condition to attack them. The captain or whatever, of the cops was nice enough I suppose. She didn’t scream and yell like a banshee. She managed to coax me away from Quarks’s poor body, and lead me/carried me to the police truck outside. I was strapped down, and had a muzzle fixed on me. I was still in shock I suppose. They then stabbed me with a nasty-ass needle, and that knocked me clean out. When I woke, my arms where pined to my side by a goddamn strait jacket, of all things. I still had a steel muzzle on, but I could still speak. I was sitting in a really uncomfortable chair, and there was another chair opposite me. A large table separated me and the other chair. The room had a single light bulb, that didn’t really admit that much light, and a large door to the left of a large mirror. I had a sneaky suspicion that there where people spying on me from that one-way mirror. As if to confirm my unease, a tall scree came through the door. The scree had large ears, like a deranged rabbits and large, wicked spine spikes. She had a cold, hard expression etched in her stony face. Her tusks where long, and slightly hooked. In her sharp claws she held a large clip-board. I instinctively disliked her, and growled. If I was treated like a Looney, then I would act like one. The female had emerald and black armor, with two thick arms, two legs ending in clawed paws. Her tail had longer spikes then normal. She went and sat in the chair opposite me, placed the clip-board on the table, linked her fingers and started at me. I glared beck, before snapping,
“Well, I don’t think I’m gonna be offered any refreshments, so what do you want?” Her features tightened as I said that, and she tapped a claw on the clip-board and said in a haughty tone,
“You are Kerf Lokgig?”
“Yep.”
“And you knew Quarks Blazed?”
I bristled, “I am Quarks best friend.”
“Was,” The female corrected, “And if you where such good friends with Quarks, then why did you kill him?”
“I did not you stupid cow.” I snapped.
Her eyes darkened, and she growled, “My name is Riis, and I am here to talk to you about Quarks’s murder. It is obvious it was you. Now, I am here to try and understand why you killed your ‘friend’.”
I didn’t answer. Screw her, she can just hit a nail with a marshmallow. So I just said, “Screw you, you ugly tart.”
She didn’t like that I can tell you. She told me she was sick of my behavior (yeah, she knew me so long), I was mad, a rampant murderer, a sick, deranged person. I just gave her a cool look which really drove her up the wall. She ranted and yelled, but I didn’t respond. Stupid witch. Okay, so after that, and a few more snide comments from me of course, some bigger screes came in, one stabbed me with another needle for heavens sake. Out I went.
*~*~*
I woke up. I was in a bland, cube room. A bared door, and a bared small window. I still had my jacket one. After the grogginess of the needle bite left, I knew I was in the Nut house. The screams, mad laughing and crazed whistling. Rapidly going bored I decided to act like a nut and yelled and rolled around the place. I gnawed on the bars and hissed at everyone that went past. I sang random songs, and other inmates shrieked back verses at me. At least I wasn’t alone. Hahaha. Then a happy ding! echoed through my boring room and a tall slinky creature came into my room. It was acid green, large ears, skinny and lanky body, arms, legs, tail, and neck. It had a small elephantine nose, large webbed feet, with fins on its arms, back, legs and neck. The mud-sud, for that was obviously one, gestured to someone outside and a large six legged scree came in. I just sat there as he hurled me up and dragged me outside. The ‘ward’ was white and creepily clean, with the occasional scream echoing down. I was dragged to a bench, and the mud-sud pulled out a large pill the size of a tennis ball from a box from a close wall-mounted cabinet. I recoiled, but the big scree tightened his pincer/hand. With his other hand he unhooked my muzzle and then forced open my mouth.
“You son of a-” That was me, ya know.
The mud-sud stepped forward and shoved the red/purple pill into my throat. I struggled, gagging angrily. The aquatic animal just forced its skinny arm into my mouth, (damn that thing reeked of salt water!) and forced the overly large pill down. Still chocking I was remuzzled, dragged back and chucked into my cell. The moment I swallowed I swore, cursed and screamed profanities. Hey, I didn’t like to be force-fed.
*~*~*
That happened every six hours. Dragged out, forced to eat pill, (I refused to take that foul thing willingly) and dragged back. I was given food. Pretty good too. I still refused to talk to Riis, either keeping silent, or just saying completely of-topic crap. It was funny to hear her rant. Secretly I relished her visits. I feared I really would go nuts if I was keep in ‘solitary confinement.’ Due to my none violent behavior (some of the other patients tried to kill anyone who came near) I was put in a different room. This one had two beds, so I could have a room mate. Mine was Rat. He was a really paranoid scree, looking about, all terrified and twitchy as if he feared a bomb would go off or somethin’. I, at first, just glared, making him get even more twitchy. The only good thing was the strait jacket was finally gone. My claws where taken away, just in case I had a ‘murderous thought’ as Riis put it. Rat was probably named rat because he looked like one. Skinny described him alright. Thin arms, scrawny legs, gaunt face and boney tail. His sunken eyes were ringed in dark circles. I had fun, scaring him by saying some Dek’Vorhs where hiding under the bed (Now those people where mad) and where waiting to kill him when he stood on the floor. He sat on his bed, all twitchy and stuff for a week before I finally convinced him that it wasn’t true. He managed to relax (after his ‘quite’ time) and told me about how he killed a high ranked Grawp after he though he saw a dead corpse impersonating him. I told him about my crazy frenzy. He kept away from me even more. Great. What a cell mate.
*~*~*
A few boring weeks later I was woken my Rat jumping up and down I me. I growled and snapped at him through my muzzle and he said breathlessly,
“Friends! Outside!”
Quick as a dart, I shoved Rat off me. I clambered up the bed rest and peered out the window. A large one eyed face blinked and Lex grinned, showing cracked teeth.
“Kerf old pal! ‘Eard you had gotten yeself into a pickle.”
"What," I growled, "are you doing here?"
"Why, bustin' ya out 'O course!"