And so it begun...
The path leading to the asylum was crooked and muddy. The once highly active route now looked forsaken, much like the scattered memory of a discarded gravestone.
He'd been dreading the visit for a long time now.
Would he even be able to look him in the face?
The old sign of the hospital had been painted over, but it was still clear: IHL Mental Institution.
It had been painted over with the words: IHL Institution For the Differently Sane. The political correctness plague had struck the hospital, just as it had everything else.
m1G1 cracked out a short, bitter laughter. 'IHL...' he said, and shrugged.
The building was surrounded by a beautiful orchard, which radiated a light of serenity. The building itself looked clean from the outside. The brick fa�ade was still intact and there were no signs of damages.
m1G1 grabbed the handle to the front door. A squeeky voice haltered him. 'Hold your horses, what do you think you're doing?'
m1G1 spun around. What he saw was not a pretty sight. The man was short... Heck, he was even shorter than m1G1 himself! He was wearing a worn out striped suit with a bow-tie. His bald head caused the sun to reflect and blinded m1G1 for a second. His peculiar face structure strongly gave the impression of an old, cranky, aggressive horse. m1G1 could not quite figure out why, but the man's uni-brow only seemed to strengthen m1G1's impression.
'Whattcha doin' here?' the man chriped.
m1G1 scanned him from top to toe. He had a name tag attched to his coat. The card was stained with what appeared to be blood. m1G1 focused his gaze. 'Monias' he read.
Monias was one of the old caretakers of the asylum. He had been working there for god knows how long. Ever since his two most prized possessions, his kittens - Snowball and Jeremy - got brutally killed by a rabid fox, he decided to devote his life to this asylum. It was his home and he would not let anyone take that away from him.
'I'm here to see... Umm... Blister...' The last word turned into a faint whisper, only to be perished by the wind.
'WHO?!' Monias cried out.
m1G1's lip was trembling.
'...Blister' he repeated, with slightly more confidence.
'Very well, follow me' Monias said, and limped away. After the death of his two kittens, Monias had been on a hunt for the fox that committed this atrocity. He had been searching for weeks, without any success. One sunny afternoon the fox appeared, seemingly out of nowhere! Monias had eagerly grabbed his rifle but as he was trying to sneak closer, a root caught his foot and made him trip. The fox was never to be seen again. The doctors had told Monias that his leg would never heal entirely. Monias then simply decided that it was time to leave the past and start off again with a brand new name.
Monias walked through the entrance. m1G1 got shocked. The inside of the building looked nothing like he had expected it. The impending stench of urin and insanity made m1G1 feel sick.
You see, m1G1 was brought up in an fancy upper class family in Finland... Rarely had he seen such an awful place. He was struck by an immediate consternation.
Monias must've noticed his distaste and frowned. 'The entrence is only a few steps behind, I'm not going to stop you'.
The foyer was tidy and clean and sterile. The receptionist smiled at m1G1.
'How may I help you, sir?' she said, typing a meaningless stream of letters onto her keyboard as to look busy and official.
'I'm here to see... Blister' he said, and added with a wink; 'But not the kind of blisters that you get on your feet" The receptionist did not seem to find it amusing. He winked again, just in case.
m1G1 leant forward. 'It was a joke, you see,' he said. 'Referring to the name of the patient in relation to friction wounds on your skin... You know, as in blis-'
The receptionist grinned. She was used to mad people.
Women had never been m1G1's fort�.
She put on her glasses and got out of her booth. 'This way, sir' she said.
She lead m1G1 through a seemingly endless hallway. The hallway was dimly illuminated and the vague light from the malfunctioning fluorescent lamps casted shadows on the bare walls.
m1G1's heart was racing. He was finally there... There was no pussying out now.
'Here we are' she said. She had stopped in front of a giant door, made out of pure chrome steel. She grinned.
'I'll leave you here" she said and slided away through the hallway. She suddenly stopped and said with a smile: 'Oh and if he gets too violent, just hit the red button, it's located on your right hand side, just inside the room'.
m1G1 swallowed.
He grabbed the handle, hesitated, and then finally opened it. The door slided up with a creak. The room was pitch black but the dim light from the hallway streamed into the room and gave light to the outlines of a figure in the back of the room.
m1G1 could now clearly hear his own heartbeats...
To be continued...
And yes, I was bored. :P