Post by Dean Harper on Aug 6, 2017 22:20:07 GMT
Dean pushed open the small trailer. It was just as he remembered. The smell was stagnant and smelled of her favorite brand of menthol cigarettes. It was even more off kilter to be here after everything. After he had embraced the darkness of his Lady. She had shown him so many things, she had ripped open every secret thought he had ever had… and every fear. She had made him look into that dark place. The places that had always terrified him. He was stronger for it. She had made him stronger for it. It was a perfect melody, a perfect embrace to be stronger. He could be all she needed him to be.
But only after he passed her final test.
He looked over the plastic covered furniture. He had remembered it being so much bigger when he was a child. This was just so small and cramped, just like his life had been before she had stepped into it. He didn’t belong in this place anymore. It wasn’t for him.
The lights of the old pickup truck hit the windows, he moved slowly through the Livingroom and stood beside the overstuffed bookshelf standing in the shadows. It only took a moment for the old woman to make her way into the house like she always had. Cane in her withered hand, not turning on the living room light and walking to the kitchen. She turned on the kitchen light, grabbing some water and walking to her bedroom. Dean stepped out of the shadows. He needed to hurry. She would be waiting.
Camera comes up on a dimly light field, there is only a low light from either the moon or some other light source that isn’t clear, where Dean Harper is standing facing the camera. He smiles into the camera in a manic sort of way.
“Hello IWF.” Dean pushes his hood back. “I was worried there for a moment that things were not going to continue. For a moment, I thought it would just be that display. I am thankful for that moment, do not get me wrong… but I would have been so disappointed to spend time with you only once before stepping back into the shadows.”
He smirks. “The pain I was allowed to inflict was pure. It was so good. You have no idea how happy I was when I learned I was to be allowed another chance to inflict agony anew.”
Dean looks at a piece of paper. “Paul Harper-Davidson, Ph.D. Medical doctor, works in behavioral health… or, I’m sorry… did. Huh. If I didn’t know better I would have almost assumed someone was trying to imply something.”
Dean looks at the camera. “I wonder what draws a man to go from ‘helping’ people to wanting to beat them with his own hands. Did you do some side work in retail? I hear that’s one of the best places to build rage.”
Dean lights a cigarette. “I’ll be honest. Just between us? I was waiting to hear what this guy had to say. I wanted to know what kind of neurodivergence he was going to diagnose me with. I was really looking forward to hearing him tell me what kind of crazy person I was. Maybe even hint at something with my dark Lady? I was looking forward to that. But maybe he got busy. I’ve been busy. I’ve been making new a friend. I know it’s important to make new friends. I can’t wait to introduce you.”
He shakes his head. “But then again, he used to be a doctor, so maybe all he’s been doing is playing golf or some other sport. Something all classy and pompous, waving his fancy degree in others’ face. Old habits, after all, they do die so hard…” he chuckles. “But hey, who can blame him? After all, nine out of ten former doctors agree that it’s important to be physically active. That whole… going outside and getting fresh air… thing. That going on nature hikes is as good as medical treatment.” Dean motions to where he is. “I’ve been outside. I’m still feeling pretty much the same. Or…is sunshine meant to be involved?”
Something in the background bursts into flames. The camera doesn’t focus in on it but it looks a bit like a trailer in the background. Dean smiles.
“Not sunshine, true, but it is light. That counts, right? I mean, it has to count for something, doesn’t it?”
He smirks again into the camera. “Though, I do hear most people who get into that kind of field either have a fetish for the mentally unstable or feel that way themselves. How do you feel Paul Harper-Davidson, Ph.D? Do you have any fears? Anything you want to work out by causing pain? Maybe receiving pain? I’d love to find out.”
He leans into the camera. “After all… you must be a masochist with the job you were going for. Who else but someone who loves pain would pursue a career trying to keep people sane when the whole world’s gone mad? I mean, you’ve gotta admit, Doc… that’s just crazy.”
“How’s your spine feel today Maxine?” Dean asked in a cheerful tone sliding over on a low chair.
Maxine groans, clearly just waking up.
“Do you know what day it is Maxine? Do you remember? Oh, well you might not because of how hard it is to see the sun from this room…” He unstraps her arms. “You get to see her today. She’s going to see you.”
She was groggy, maybe she’d just gotten to sleep. Maybe he was too excited for this to be done to be paying attention.
“Don’t flinch back from what she shows you,” he advised softly, patting her on the cheek to rouse her more quickly. “I’ve tried to open the door for you but only she can guide you through it. It’ll be tempting to shy away from everything… but don’t.”
He moved back from the table. Rowan was in the door. Had he done enough? Would she be pleased?
But only after he passed her final test.
He looked over the plastic covered furniture. He had remembered it being so much bigger when he was a child. This was just so small and cramped, just like his life had been before she had stepped into it. He didn’t belong in this place anymore. It wasn’t for him.
The lights of the old pickup truck hit the windows, he moved slowly through the Livingroom and stood beside the overstuffed bookshelf standing in the shadows. It only took a moment for the old woman to make her way into the house like she always had. Cane in her withered hand, not turning on the living room light and walking to the kitchen. She turned on the kitchen light, grabbing some water and walking to her bedroom. Dean stepped out of the shadows. He needed to hurry. She would be waiting.
Camera comes up on a dimly light field, there is only a low light from either the moon or some other light source that isn’t clear, where Dean Harper is standing facing the camera. He smiles into the camera in a manic sort of way.
“Hello IWF.” Dean pushes his hood back. “I was worried there for a moment that things were not going to continue. For a moment, I thought it would just be that display. I am thankful for that moment, do not get me wrong… but I would have been so disappointed to spend time with you only once before stepping back into the shadows.”
He smirks. “The pain I was allowed to inflict was pure. It was so good. You have no idea how happy I was when I learned I was to be allowed another chance to inflict agony anew.”
Dean looks at a piece of paper. “Paul Harper-Davidson, Ph.D. Medical doctor, works in behavioral health… or, I’m sorry… did. Huh. If I didn’t know better I would have almost assumed someone was trying to imply something.”
Dean looks at the camera. “I wonder what draws a man to go from ‘helping’ people to wanting to beat them with his own hands. Did you do some side work in retail? I hear that’s one of the best places to build rage.”
Dean lights a cigarette. “I’ll be honest. Just between us? I was waiting to hear what this guy had to say. I wanted to know what kind of neurodivergence he was going to diagnose me with. I was really looking forward to hearing him tell me what kind of crazy person I was. Maybe even hint at something with my dark Lady? I was looking forward to that. But maybe he got busy. I’ve been busy. I’ve been making new a friend. I know it’s important to make new friends. I can’t wait to introduce you.”
He shakes his head. “But then again, he used to be a doctor, so maybe all he’s been doing is playing golf or some other sport. Something all classy and pompous, waving his fancy degree in others’ face. Old habits, after all, they do die so hard…” he chuckles. “But hey, who can blame him? After all, nine out of ten former doctors agree that it’s important to be physically active. That whole… going outside and getting fresh air… thing. That going on nature hikes is as good as medical treatment.” Dean motions to where he is. “I’ve been outside. I’m still feeling pretty much the same. Or…is sunshine meant to be involved?”
Something in the background bursts into flames. The camera doesn’t focus in on it but it looks a bit like a trailer in the background. Dean smiles.
“Not sunshine, true, but it is light. That counts, right? I mean, it has to count for something, doesn’t it?”
He smirks again into the camera. “Though, I do hear most people who get into that kind of field either have a fetish for the mentally unstable or feel that way themselves. How do you feel Paul Harper-Davidson, Ph.D? Do you have any fears? Anything you want to work out by causing pain? Maybe receiving pain? I’d love to find out.”
He leans into the camera. “After all… you must be a masochist with the job you were going for. Who else but someone who loves pain would pursue a career trying to keep people sane when the whole world’s gone mad? I mean, you’ve gotta admit, Doc… that’s just crazy.”
“How’s your spine feel today Maxine?” Dean asked in a cheerful tone sliding over on a low chair.
Maxine groans, clearly just waking up.
“Do you know what day it is Maxine? Do you remember? Oh, well you might not because of how hard it is to see the sun from this room…” He unstraps her arms. “You get to see her today. She’s going to see you.”
She was groggy, maybe she’d just gotten to sleep. Maybe he was too excited for this to be done to be paying attention.
“Don’t flinch back from what she shows you,” he advised softly, patting her on the cheek to rouse her more quickly. “I’ve tried to open the door for you but only she can guide you through it. It’ll be tempting to shy away from everything… but don’t.”
He moved back from the table. Rowan was in the door. Had he done enough? Would she be pleased?
Well howdy there pardner.