mad as a hatter
WHO: Katurian Katurian and Norman Osborn
WHERE: NOHoPE
WHEN: Saturday, February 26th. Afternoon.
WARNINGS: None?
SUMMARY: Katurian seeks Norman's help and advice. YEAH...
FORMAT: Paragraph to start!
Katurian would get letters.
Dear Mr. Katurian, they would say, handwritten or in uniform typed letters, I've heard what you can do, and my whole life has been so awful, so mis--
Most of them, he never finished reading.
The letters were from his fans, the faithful. There had been a faint media buzz since his first confession back in August, about how an import claimed to have helped someone kill themselves decades in the past, how he had essentially erased twenty years of a woman's life. He didn't know what came of it then, but he did know that when he returned to the City (from death, his only proper place, death), he was treated with skepticism and pity, as though his history of institutionalization exposed his truth as a lie. The power to erase someone's history was too bold a claim to make without any proof. Wasn't this man a jabbering mess just a few months prior, they asked? Wasn't he sick? The people who believed him thought he should go free. The people who didn't thought he should go free.
Katurian should have expected it, really. He was lousy at confessions.
He clung to his guilt even as the medicine cleared his head, even as he developed second thoughts about some of the doctors, even as Alpha, old Alpha broke in to speak with to him, threatening him with the drugs that kept him sane. He read and reread 1984. He wrote. Sometimes. He didn't read the letters, but he kept them, and as he held each one in his hands, he could feel his heart through his fingertips and then, just barely, in the corner of his mind, something like... pride?
In the recreation room, he looked for Osborn with sharp, focused eyes, his copy of 1984 clutched in both hands. He couldn't let this get to him. He could mold his personal disgust (pride? was there anything more horrifying than pride?) into revenge if he only tried hard enough. Osborn would help. Edward was the mutual enemy.
(He was also everything Katurian hated about himself.)
WHERE: NOHoPE
WHEN: Saturday, February 26th. Afternoon.
WARNINGS: None?
SUMMARY: Katurian seeks Norman's help and advice. YEAH...
FORMAT: Paragraph to start!
Katurian would get letters.
Dear Mr. Katurian, they would say, handwritten or in uniform typed letters, I've heard what you can do, and my whole life has been so awful, so mis--
Most of them, he never finished reading.
The letters were from his fans, the faithful. There had been a faint media buzz since his first confession back in August, about how an import claimed to have helped someone kill themselves decades in the past, how he had essentially erased twenty years of a woman's life. He didn't know what came of it then, but he did know that when he returned to the City (from death, his only proper place, death), he was treated with skepticism and pity, as though his history of institutionalization exposed his truth as a lie. The power to erase someone's history was too bold a claim to make without any proof. Wasn't this man a jabbering mess just a few months prior, they asked? Wasn't he sick? The people who believed him thought he should go free. The people who didn't thought he should go free.
Katurian should have expected it, really. He was lousy at confessions.
He clung to his guilt even as the medicine cleared his head, even as he developed second thoughts about some of the doctors, even as Alpha, old Alpha broke in to speak with to him, threatening him with the drugs that kept him sane. He read and reread 1984. He wrote. Sometimes. He didn't read the letters, but he kept them, and as he held each one in his hands, he could feel his heart through his fingertips and then, just barely, in the corner of his mind, something like... pride?
In the recreation room, he looked for Osborn with sharp, focused eyes, his copy of 1984 clutched in both hands. He couldn't let this get to him. He could mold his personal disgust (pride? was there anything more horrifying than pride?) into revenge if he only tried hard enough. Osborn would help. Edward was the mutual enemy.
(He was also everything Katurian hated about himself.)