WHO: Katurian Katurian, Terry Ward, & the infamous Dr. Angelica Einstürzen.
WHERE: Norman Osborn Hospital of Psychiatric Evaluation, Katurian's room.
WHEN: After hours.
WARNINGS: All the given warnings associated with the above characters.
SUMMARY: Two strange boys discuss a mutual problem; the good doctor meets her match.
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He owed Dr.Einstürzen, big time, and more importantly, he had to make sure she didn't have plans for the blood she'd taken from him ( ... )
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(No murderous visits in the middle of the night.)
He was well-practiced at ignoring his problems, of shoving them in the back of his head where they tore and screamed at his synapses, the deafening sounds and warning bells muted into a tickle at his subconscious. But Terry had asked and Terry had insisted, and a small part of Katurian had learned from his old mistakes and undoings and wanted to make things right.
"Come in," he said. He stood up from the bed, brushing invisible dust and grooves from his pants. His voice was clear and firm - healthy, practically - the energy from the musical holding him up like a kick-stand.
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He waited to be invited in before opening the door, glancing only once back into the hallway before shutting it behind him. Never could be too careful. This place wasn't what it seemed -- and even if it was, asylums made him uncomfortable. Too many mommy issues, too many unstable thoughts floating around, fears practically begging to be taken advantage of. He had to control his traumas and his appetites to focus on the issue there, and now. Katurian.
"Let's cut to the chase." He wasn't one for wasting time, immortal or not. "What's the deal between you and the good doctor?"
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Terry, whose father fed on fears, the psychic immortal.
(He didn't flinch.)
"I have reason to believe she killed a friend of mine." He didn't mind the lack of small talk, as abrupt and awkward as his serious words felt on his lips. He paused, conscious of this, and then swallowed. "Last year."
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angelica drifted through the hallways to katurian's room, pausing only a moment outside the door before turning the door knob. ]
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there's a moment of tension. he glances katurian's way, as if to say, what now? ]
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Somehow, he managed to look at her. Hard-eyed. Determined. He could convince himself that the locking in his knees was his will, his stubbornness. He was a brick wall. He didn't turn away.]
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she knew there was no point in threatening terrance. the boy was immortal. she'd seen it with her own eyes, and even if he claimed evil ran in his blood, he had an annoyingly heroic streak.
the door shut behind her with an ominous little click. she loomed in the doorway, tall and slender, pale as the dead. from her coat, she drew a sinisterly sharp scalpel. angelica's voice was, by contrast, soft and gentle. coaxing. ]
Now, now. Let's play nice, boys. Shall we?
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