Praetyre turned to Slap. His (Praetyre's) features were grave, concerned, worried. He did not lie, as he preferred uncomfortable truth to comfortable lies;
"Slap. Remember that Slig I told you about earlier, the one who loved dancing and got deformed in a terrible accident? Well, I'm holding him."
Praetyre paused for a moment, to let it sink in.
"I was talking to our superior here when I heard a myriad of yells, screams, and thumping. At first, I thought it was a very aggressive argument coupled with some kind of music. I tried to tell the makers of said noise to decrease its decibalic magnitude, but it continued.
It seemed to come in three tones. An angry, vicious tone, a regular tone, which sounded like a Slig voice, and a whiney, soppy tone. I then heard a bump on the door, and thought it might be a wild animal, escaped from the basement. So I looked through the secure viewing screen, and saw the face of an old friend. An old friend I thought commited suicide ten years ago.
It had a quite impressive effect on my body. My heart literally stopped beating for a second, and my current train of thought completely froze. My minds eye caught sight of many things, such as the accident, the infection, the Chronicler killing himself, the blood, my superior drunk, and the newspaper article announcing his suicide. As such, I tried to wrap things up with Linc, and get Wash to wake him up. While doing this, I picked Arrack up, he woke up after a few minutes, then sedated him. I concluded several things from his physical and mental state. First, I concluded he was the one making the noise, as no one else was outside nor any other prints, and as it stopped when he hit the door. Second, I concluded that he had been somehow frozen for ten years, defrozen, and had recently been in contact with boiling water. Thirdly and most importantly, I concluded that he had trineural psychosis, or as it is nicknamed by some experts, "Tripolarism".
One of his personalities seems to be the original and regular one, that I knew and befriended. The second, which I can only conclude came from his claustrophobia and social isolation after the incident, is paranoid, vicious, delusional, hyperactive, and psychotic. The third, which is likely a leftover from his infancy, is whiny, dependant, lazy, and weak.
As for my turning him over, I was concerned that viewing his features directly would cause you to vomit. I have seen Intern vomiting, and it is very painful and disgusting for both them and the Inhabitants around them. And I would loathe to see you or anyone in pain. And it's not due to any racial empathy. Anyway, if you don't object, sir(Dek), I'll just lay him down on a spare be.."
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Arrack awoke again. He began furiously struggling against Praetyre, but he was too strong. He stared at Slap;
"Hah! I knew it! I knew it! You are his love slave! You want to tie me down so you can kill me and prevent your conspiracy from getting out! Not to mention perverted purposes of satisfying your evil metal master! Well it won't happen! Right now, I'm reverse engineering the brain implants your government masters put in my head to send up a signal to the mothership! You CANNOT HANDLE THE TRUTH! I have told you pawns twice of the evils of Paramite Muffin Cakes, of their soul stealing properties, and yet you ignore me, dismiss me as a deformed ranter! You obviously planned the court system! You engineered them to take away my rights to not be shunned! You made me dwell in a mask, so you could silence me whenever you wanted to with your so called gas protection systems! You are but.."
Praetyre spoke to his superior;
"Sir, should I restrain him?"
Last edited by Patrick Vykkers; 12-09-2006 at 08:32 PM..
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