The First Domino…(BVTA part-II)

The first rays of the day touch the asylum’s outer walls. The edifice feels uncomfortable and is unwelcoming to the light. A single streak of light traverses the office floor to reach Jeremaiah’s hand. He realizes the time. He had not slept a wink for the past few weeks. He had promised he would avenge his uncle’s death by ridding the asylum of madness, he toils for the cause. The madness that overtook his uncle leading to his death, brought him to a point where he loathed humanity. He explored every means to cure the patients… drugs, abandoned experiments, controversial procedures like ludiwigo which often ended up harming the patients to point of no return. Deaths turned into Scandals but no one could stop him. Politicians didn’t want the looneys on their streets and only one person would take them. After he fell, his nephew took the mantle.

Jeremaiah walks to the window. The inmates come out into the yard for their morning walk. One look at them and feelings of disgust, sadness, sympathy overcome him. His helplessness is evident in his face. “Why can’t I cure them?” He asks himself. He looks at the Amadeus’ portrait. Suddenly the phone beeps. “Sir, There’s a situation down here.”

Jeremaiah opens the door and is greeted with flashes, microphones. “Doctor, How do you feel about moving the patients?”. Jeremaiah feels clueless. He sees Shondra talking to the reporters. “What is going on here, Ms. Shondra?. Shondra replies, “It’s Doctor Shondra. I am here to shift some of the patients to my facility. It has come to light that the asylum is not a proper facility to treat these patients.”. “What!!?? Do you know this asylum has been treating patients even before you were born. I won’t let you do this.” “You can’t stop me, I have the Mayor’s authorization. We need you to co-operate with us.”. Jeremaiah reads the letter, There was nothing he could do. He motions his crew. “Here is the list of patients I am taking” Shondra says. Jeremaiah shouts, “Not him, you can’t handle him, He’s is a psychopath. He’s too violent. No one can cure him. He is beyond hope.”. Shondra say’s “Then why didn’t you put him on the chair till now?”.

The patients are lined up, restrained and taken. They start exiting the asylum and walk towards the bus. One of them moves slowly compared to the others. Jeremaiah eyes him. The inmate smiles. He looks at one of the guards. “Bob…Bob, Is that you? I will take care of your mother.”. Bob is puzzled, “but she’s in New York, And he’s just moving to another part of this city.”. Silently, Jeremaiah retreats into his office.

The bus roles out of the asylum. Three convoys escort the truck. Thirty minutes pass as the bus moves onto a deserted highway.  “BOOM !!!!” The three convoys explode in sync. All the inmates gasp. The guards in the bus turn off their safeties, one of them walks to the rear end of the truck. One more explosion, the driver cabin is shredded and the blast tears the truck apart. Only one guard survives. He hobbles upto Kerr. Points his gun towards him…….

Bad Comedy…….(BVTA Part-1)

It was always dark in the asylum but tonight was something else all together. The night held a cloak of darkness as if it had a purpose, giving birth to innumerable horrors that was.

Two guards on the night shift talk to each other. “Man, New York was messed up bad. My mother’s stuck there. I donno what to do. Do you have anyone who can get her outta there? You think things are gonna get better?”. The other replies, “No man, ain’t got no one in there. I hope she makes it through. That place is only gonna get worse. With the army and what’s left of the P.D stuck with the rehabilitation work;  they can’t take the gangs. I heard new ones are popping up like mushrooms.”.

A spine chilling laughter cuts through the cold, dank, drug odored air. “Heeeeeenhihhiheeeeeeee .. cough ..cough”. “Bob….Bob?, is that you. I know your mother. That old dog. She is in great danger my friend. One look at her and they would think one of those aliens survived. They would probably turn her in for autopsy”. Bob retorts “Shut up you old coot”.

The old man in the isolated cell replies “Did I offend you? Seems I have gone bad at my game.”. The old man says, “The docs are pumping me these drugs. They have weakened my funny bone.”. “Still not doing it for you eh… Bob.” Bob has had enough, “He’s done it again. He’s thrown up his sedatives. I’ll have to shut him up the old way”. He enters the old man’s cell. “Bob, you are here…. Lets play a game.”. Bob raises his baton, “No more games. Time to sleep.” ” I can save your mother. I can get her out. Do this for me. Get this letter to Dr. Shondra K. She can help me. Help me help you.” “Are you kidding me? you better not be.”. The old man says, “You have got no other choice Bob, Mother can’t be shipped to Roswell in a bag…hinssssssshsssss”. Bob lashes one final shot at the old man and quips, “By god, if you play me….”, The old man hits the floor like a rag doll and bleeds. Bob leaves, crumpled note in hand.

10 Hours later,

Beep.Beep….Beep.Beep. A phone rings in an office. “Dr. Shondra, you have a visitor from the asylum.”.”Give me five minutes.”. “Ok, Doctor.”. The receptionist asks Bob to wait. His mother’s image still circling his mind. He feels nervous. He thinks, “What if she thinks this is big joke…What if she doesn’t take it seriously. The letter is going to make news. Big news, Bad news. If taken seriously.”. “The Doctor will meet you now.”. Bob saw Shondra and suddenly he felt at ease, her face, angelic smile instantly calmed him down. For a few seconds, he could forget his predicament. She asks, “How is Jeremiah?”. “Well, he’s busy.”. She asks, “What is he busy with?”. He said, “The usual stuff.”. “I was afraid you would say that.”, She says with a concern on her face. She never liked what Jeremiah did. He was the opposite of what she stood for. Bob handed her the letter, he had nothing to say. He was a pawn in a grand scheme of things that he had no idea of. All he wanted was his small wish. The letter was crumpled, the writing on it was legible but clearly felt like a whole mob was trying to write it, fighting while they were at it. She heard the door slam behind her. The words of the letter speak……

“Hi Doc, howwww arrrre yoouuuu!! apppoologiies forrr thhhhe slurriness, Drugged as I am. Things here are terrible, went bad to worse. Ain’t no place for an old man. drugs, experiments can’t handle em doc. What year is this!!!! get me outta hereeeeeee or else I will go MAD

Mr. Kerr”

[Next]

 

A new story….(Update)

Hi readers,

I am going to flex my creative muscles… In the coming weeks I will bring to you a series. I hope this series will entertain you as much as I had fun writing it. Stay tuned.

Part 1

Part 2

Thanks for reading,

Bidesi.