Asylum
by Xoronewithnature
Dr.
Robert's side burned where Dagon had stabbed him. That was when the rioting
started. Ever since, heÕd been running.
ÒProfessor
Moonpie?Ó
The
sudden, friendly sound startled him. There was a slim dark haired girl in one
of the abandoned cells.
ÒCarrie?Ó
She smiled
up at him. She was still wearing her hospital gown, warming herself next to a
smoldering mattress. Her look turned serious.
ÒThe
lights donÕt work, neither do the heaters.Ó
ÒThe damn
rainstorm flooded our basement,Ó Robert lowered himself to the ground, Òit
turned off all the power in the hospital.Ó
Carrie
gasped.
ÒWhat
about the bad men?Ó
What about
the bad men indeed? Robert didnÕt answer. If she noticed the dark stain on his
coat and shirt she didnÕt mention it.
ÒCan I
have one Professor Moonpie?Ó
The
hospital figured Carrie would never speak again. He was eating a Moonpie during
their first session when she had asked, ÒCan I have that?Ó
Now,
Robert smuggled them into the hospital for her every chance he got.
ÒIÕm
afraid theyÕre in my office.Ó
She stuck
out her tongue in frustration.
ÒThat means
I wonÕt get one until we finish our session, doesnÕt it?Ó She sounded grumpy. ÒWell,
weÕre not going to have our session in here. The mattress has gone out.Ó
RobertÕs
legs refused to respond as she strode to the adjacent cell. When he finally
propped himself against the wall, she had just finished throwing another match
onto the mattress. Soon the room basked in its warm, if somewhat odd smelling,
glow.
ÒWhere did
you get those?Ó
She
clutched the matchbook to her chest. Her face was red with guilt.
ÒAre you
mad?Ó she asked meekly.
ÒNo, of
course not.Ó
She smiled,
relieved. ÒTimothy, the nurse, was asleep, so I took them from his desk. I
tried asking, but he didnÕt wake up.Ó She looked up thoughtfully. ÒI suspect he
had trouble sleeping last night with all the people screaming and fighting.Ó
Timothy
was dead. Robert shook his head sadly.
Carrie
misunderstood. ÒI wrote a thank you note! I was just so cold in the dark.Ó
She looked
down at her bare feet. ÒAm I still your favorite patient?Ó
ÒCarrie,
who else could be?Ó
She kissed
him on the forehead and retreated, embarrassed, back to the corner. Robert was
stunned into silence.
ÒIÕm ready
to start our session now,Ó she announced.
ÒCarrie, I
really donÕt think...Ó
She cut
him off. ÒI remember a lot more now.Ó
Robert
paused. ÒWhat do you remember?Ó
ÒIt was
cold like this, I remember...Ó She clenched her eyes shut violently. ÒI
remember the other people in the train were sleeping, like Timothy, NO! Not
like Timothy, they were dead. One woman asked me for help but she was dead too,
and I was so scared waiting, waiting, waiting.Ó
Rescuers
had to cut their way into her train car. She was the miracle child, standing
unhurt among the carnage. But what she had seen, what she had felt trapped like
that, had scarred her deeply.
ÒThat was
very good Carrie.Ó
She opened
her eyes and smiled weakly.
ÒDoes this
mean I get a Moonpie?Ó
ÒNot quite
yet, IÕm afraid.Ó
ÒRobert?Ó
ÒYes,
Carrie?Ó
ÒDid the
bad men get out?Ó
She
deserved to know.
ÒYes,
Carrie they did.Ó
She seemed
relieved.
ÒGood, I
was afraid I was seeing things.Ó
RobertÕs
heart froze.
Robert
turned. At the end of the hallway was Dagon. Behind him, five other men. Not
men, thought Robert, if there was anything human there, it was buried beneath
too many layers of evil to find.
ÒWhatÕs up
doc?Ó
The men
behind Dagon laughed. He swung a lead pipe lazily as he walked.
ÒWhoÕs the
cute little mouse you got there, doc?Ó
ÒStay away
from her.Ó
Dagon
smiled. ÒI donÕt think IÕll be doing that, doc.Ó
Robert
didnÕt know where he got the strength. He lunged at Dagon. DagonÕs pipe turned
RobertÕs nose into a disfigured bloody mess. Carrie screamed.
ÒIÕm
coming love, donÕt worry.Ó
IÕve
got to give Carrie time to escape, Robert thought.
ÒWho are
you Dagon?Ó Robert spoke through clenched teeth.
Dagon
turned away from Carrie towared Robert.
ÒI am the
son of Dagon, the elder god.Ó
ÒNo,
youÕre not.Ó Little bits of blood and spittle sprung from RobertÕs lips. ÒYouÕre
the son of a two bit whore and a drunk who beat you for wetting the bed.
DagonÕs
smile disappeared.
ÒYouÕre a
liar.Ó It was only a whisper.
Run,
Carrie, Robert pleaded
silently.
ÒYOU ARE A
LIAR!Ó
Dagon
raised his pipe.
ÒI am the
unholy one!Ó
Robert
tried to shield himself.
ÒThe
accursed spawn.Ó
His arm
shattered.
With every
epithet, a blow. Finally Dagon stopped.
I need
to give Carrie more time.
It was RobertÕs only thought.
The words
came slowly. ÒI. Have. The. Paternity. Test. In. My. Office.Ó A lie, but it
would do.
Dagon
raised the bloody pipe again. Robert closed his eyes. The blow never landed.
Robert
opened his eyes.
Dagon
stared at little Carrie, who held his wrist. Dagon tried to struggle, tried to
free himself, but couldnÕt. There was a popping sound and the pipe clattered to
the floor. Dagon howled in pain. Another man entered RobertÕs field of vision
swinging a large rusty wrench at the back of CarrieÕs head.
She didnÕt
even turn, just caught it in mid swing with her free hand.
She turned
slowly to face her second attacker. She spoke slowly, clearly.
ÒDo not
hit Professor Moonpie.Ó
She threw
Dagon effortlessly. The second man let go of the wrench and ran. She calmly
stepped over Robert after him.
A few
minutes later, he felt two slender arms under him, lift him.
ÒCarrie, I
always knew you were different, thatÕs why you were my favorite.Ó
She smiled
down at him. Then stuck out her tongue.
ÒIÕm not
that strange, IÕm sure lots of women loved you from the first moment they saw
you.Ó
Robert
smiled, and closed his eyes.
He was
safe.