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| 27 April 2006 | ||||||||||||
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This is a strange and twisted tail that will leave you wondering exactly what it was about – dark, mysterious, and slightly creepy – welcome to my mind. The Minds Eye Written by Brian Cairns Davis looked blackly at the note that had come with this morning’s letters. It was an invite quite unlike any Davis had seen before in his life and shook himself trying in vain hope that the words would somehow be rearranged to make sense. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, but none of this changed the letter in his hands, Davis read it again aloud hoping that it would sound better; “Dear Dr. Rick Davis” – A long time since anyone had called him a Doctor he thought – “I, Dr. Thomas Andrews invite you to an informal meeting in my hospital, I hope to find your particular skills useful for a very special case in my care.” “P.S. There will be a small number of other’s that I feel will be helpful to me also”. If this was any normal invite, Davis wouldn’t have to think twice before throwing it away but was curious, Dr. Andrews didn’t usually send letters to anyone – That and his kind of hospital was for the mentally insane, the case would be a patient that he thought was more “special” than usual – Also not forgetting that he said other’s would be there, Davis in general hated social meetings and preferred to keep to himself, with a small net-work of close friends, the one he was thinking of was Julie Eve, he had gone to medical school with her and had always wanted to be more than friends, but never had the nerve to find out if she felt the same. So a few reasons to go, idle curiosity, admiration from his peers, and an old love interest, but it wasn’t enough Davis had been going through a bad patch – Though in truth things sounded worse than they were – For a few months now Davis had been away from the world after his father died. He didn’t want to show his face just yet, but he also knew the longer he stayed in, the worse it would be when people asked how he was, and gave there sympathies for his fathers death, Davis hated this more than anything – He didn’t need nor want anyone’s sympathy it didn’t help and didn’t bring his father back – Like with everything else Davis preferred to deal with it in his own way by himself. Davis crushed the note into a ball and threw it in a waste bin, he sat down and switched on the TV, though he didn’t really watch it – Just looked through it, day dreaming about how much better his life could be – He only barely noticed the news and how the presenters would tell, over-eagerly, depressing news, but seem happy at the end with fake smiles – Was this how he was supposed to act? Just tell his bit of news; about how his dad had died and pretend to be happy about it at the end, or did they enjoy hearing you tell such a distressing story to a great extent? Davis hated days like this, the ones were you just knew would seem to last longer than any other day, and it was always bad days, never good days – Good days didn’t last, they passed quickly like they weren’t meant for you. Just as Davis was wishing something would happen to make this day go faster, the phone rang – Davis just looked at it at first as if he didn’t know what it was or what to do – no one ever phoned, or at least not anyone he knew. He let it ring, he wasn’t in the mood for talking, he hoped they would just give up, but who ever it was seemed determined. He picked up the phone and knew it was HIM, the one that did call ALL the time, he should have known, shouldn’t have been so stupid to think that someone – Like Julie – Would want to talk to him! As always there was no answer just some static, crackling in the background – “Who’s there?” – Davis knew that it was pointless to ask anything, but always felt compelled to ask – These calls always made him feel agitated, like HE knew Davis, and was testing him, his limits, watching how he got so wound-up – “What do you want?” – Still no answer, nothing but white noise, the same person for the fifth time in so many days, and already Davis had changed his number TWICE (and told no one the number, he never thought no one called anymore because they did not know his new number!) – He started to put the receiver down, but a noise came suddenly and loudly from the phone. It was someone breathing, deep and heavy, Davis put the receiver to his ear, and at that moment a man spoke in a voice that un-nerved Davis, quite unlike any voice he had ever heard, cold shivers went down his spine as if some ghostly presence had passed through him – “Hello, Mr. Davis, I’ve called to remind you of your meeting that your going to.” – Davis didn’t know what to say, all that came out was the same two questions he always asked HIM. “Who’s there? What do you want?” – The voice laughed; as it did, it seemed to echo throughout the room. – “Ha, ha, ha, - now, now Mr. Davis why do you persist in asking the same questions? I’m just a friend and I’m reminding you to go to that invite, which you were going to pass up on – I have to say, that would be a very BAD idea – I’m so looking forward to meeting you!” – “What! How do you know this number? And how do you know about that letter? I just got it this morning!” but Davis didn’t/wouldn’t let the voice speak again and slammed down the phone. Just as he did a small peace of paper slipped through the bottom of his door – Davis ran to the door and opened it, but the hall was empty and showed no sign of movement, plus it was well lit and there was no place for anyone to hide. Davis closed the door again and looked down at the paper, he picked it up and unfolded it, it was totally blank apart from some small words in the centre, and Davis had to focus hard to make it out, in typed block capitals it said; I WILL FORCE YOU TO GO NOW – Davis just stared at it unimpressed, he didn’t take kindly to threats and tore it up and threw it in the bin with the letter. Davis decided he had, had enough and went out for the day. He didn’t know where he was walking, but Davis just kept walking – He felt the stress flowing out with him, with each step and the cool breeze at his back, Davis imagined that the wind was carrying his worries away far up – Before he knew it Davis was standing at the edge of town and it was starting to get dark. He didn’t know how he had lost this much time but thought he’d better start back home, he knew some short cuts – Dodgy back allies and dark empty roads but Davis didn’t feel threaded by these so called bad parts of town, as long as he walked quickly and kept his head low he would be back at home before he knew it. Things didn’t go as smoothly as Davis had hoped it wasn’t long before he felt someone watching him, he tried to quicken his pace but that just made things worse, now he could hear HIM, he knew it was HIM, it couldn’t be anyone else, the sound of HIS walk was as familiar to Davis as his own. Davis quickly realised that he had gone past the short cuts he knew, now he was lost, any other time he could just turn back, but not with HIM behind – Davis decided to take the next corner and there it happened. Davis fell, his foot caught on a pothole, and he twisted his ankle from the fall. He would not manage to get up in time and be fast enough to escape HIM – Davis managed to get to his knees and HE was there standing over him, tall and dark, with bright piercing eyes. Davis tried to look away from HIS gaze as so HE could not look into his eyes, or him HIS, you could look into someone’s soul through there eyes and Davis did not like the evasion of privacy, especially HIS. HE held out a hand, without thinking it through, Davis reached for HIS hand – Then nothing. Somehow he was no longer himself – Whoever he was, was in a small room it was all a blur to him– And he felt himself fall - Into his mind, and all went blank. The meeting was today and Thomas was nervous, he hoped everyone would make it, especially Dr. Rick Davis; he specialised in physiology and healed minds as a physician would mend a body, take out anything corrupting the patients system and put in the proper aids and allow the patient to heal. Dr. Davis was just as good if not better than his dad had been, the name of Davis was famous in all the medical circles, but the thing that worried Thomas was that unlike his father Davis hated all the attention, seemed to detest all the admiration, and respect he got – Like it was really his dad they loved and not him, Thomas thought Davis wished he hadn’t followed in his fathers foot steps, that he had found his own path, as now he was walking the same path, wouldn’t it come to the same end? He hoped that Davis would come and see the mind of a patient that Thomas thought was quite unlike any other, Scott Richards was the real name of the patient as far as Thomas could figure out, but he had a severe case of multiple personality disorder and Scott would give himself a different name for all of them, a hundred all together was the official count. Dr. Thomas Andrews thought that new personalities were starting to show themselves, ones that were more and more erratic in behaviour, this was unique in it’s self but the fact that each and every personality was fully formed, with a history – Names, times, and places, that Thomas found to be startlingly close to reality, in fact he had checked into some of Scott’s names and found that they had once been real persons, but they had died or were dead, but seemly had no relation to Scott. Dr. Rick Davis hadn’t turned up, but the others had, and were now growing impatient Thomas decided he better show them his findings – If Rick turned up late he could show him around later – But now he decided he would show the rest his prize patient. The room was empty and cold, where was he, who was he? His head hurt to think about it, the name Frank came first – Well that must be my name then he thought – Just then some big guys that looked like wrestlers (but were orderly’s) came through a door that seemed imposable for them to fit. “Don’t make this harder for us, we can do this the easy way…” said the first orderly – “Or the hard way!” – Said the other as he cracked his knuckles. Just then, Frank saw the first orderly pull out a syringe that looked big enough to knock out a horse –“What the hell do you think you’re going to do with THAT!” – Frank felt himself panicking; he had to do something to stop these brutes. A surge of adrenaline that Frank was sure he had never felt so strongly before, fill his brain – Now he could take down King Kong and Godzilla – And the orderly’s might as well as been monsters they were big, strong, and deadly. Nevertheless, they’re also clumsy, stupid, and slow, you can out think, out wit, and out manoeuvre both of them! Frank thought to himself. Frank slid under the legs of the first orderly and punched his crouch as hard as he could as he passed, but the second brute managed to grab Frank’s arm and twisted it around pushing his face to the floor. “ARRH! Your going to break my arm, you dick!” – “Good!” – Said the second orderly with a slight chuckle to himself. – “Bull shit! You’re not getting me that easy!” – Frank noticed that now the first orderly had the needle and was looking at it and him with intent to put it somewhere that would hurt. They came to the small white door, it had a little port hole window, but there was no need to use it as the door was open. “Now don’t panic gentlemen.” – However Thomas already was – “And lady!” – Said Julie Eve, though no one was paying any attention they were all doing just what they had been told not to. Not her though she was strong, but not in the physical sense, it was her inner strength that she felt attracted Rick to her, she wished he would ask her on a date – Though she knew they would probably skip the date and it’s formalities and go straight to the bedroom, it WAS what they both wanted, and with the growing tension of not getting anywhere it would have to be released straight away other wise it would never happen. She also wished that he was here now, she didn’t know where he was but she WOULD see him today she was sure of it, it was just a gut feeling she had. Everyone was just staring at the door; like it was a speeding car at night with it lights shining in your eyes, and you became like a deer, stuck, frozen to the spot – Knowing that there is danger but not being able to do anything about it. Julie decided that it would have to be her that went to the door she knew if any of the others could move they would run in the other direction, but if the patient was out, he would be able to get you anyway. The best thing to do was to go to the source and she hoped like most men, he would have a weakness for attractive females (Julie was not bigheaded but she still knew what she was, saw how men looked at her). She went through the door at first it looked as though the room had been just given a new coat of paint, but the smell and the fact that she saw parts of white from the wall, and the two heaps on the floor, they all told her that this was blood covering most of the walls. He just looked at them, before they looked so strong, and him so weak, so how could he have done this to two giants of men – He wasn’t sure how, or what he had done all he knew that there was two dead men, that he had killed them with his bare (now bloody) hands. One had the syringe and all it contents forced up his ass cheek which was pointing up, his neck and back looked like they were at a strange angle, making him look as though he was almost a ball that had been burst, the other man lay flat on his front (and the ball shaped man was sitting on his back) spread out like the last remains of butter, just to cover toast thinly and no more, he also had his index finger stuck into his eye and most his guts were spilled out on the floor – Blood his and maybe some of the other orderly covered most of the walls. Frank was in trouble and he knew it, he noticed the door to his room was left open – This would be his only time to escape before others came and saw what he had done. He was just about to leave when he saw HER, he knew that he had seen HER before but wasn’t sure where or how – Hadn’t he been locked up in this room or ones just like it most his life? How could he know anyone apart from the usual doctors? And this was no doctor this was an angel, he was sure she was, though he hadn’t seen an angel before – This WAS one of them, her pale slender body, her kindness that was in her face. Also great strength that even surpassed that of those two brutes he had managed to kill, but above all other things, a great white light filled her and surrounded her as if she was a magnet to such light. He realised she saw him and looked at all he had done, Frank – Was that his name NOW? No he was Scott, a gentler and more loving man, but that wouldn’t change what he’d done – Was truly afraid she would see what he had done and see him for the beast he was. Julie looked straight at him, knew that if she pierced the mans eyes that he would no longer wish to harm anyone because she knew that behind a persons eyes lay the soul and the soul cannot lie, she would see him, and he would see himself for what he was – A man in pain. Her eyes where like deep pools of stars that shone on the darkest parts of his mind – He let her do this to him, knew that this angel was trying to cleanse him of all his ugliness. The power of her inner light hit him like a wall and he fell to his knees and as he did he begged for forgiveness – For he knew some angels WOULD kill a man if too much of the demon was there after they tried to rid it – Hoped her sword of truth wouldn’t pierce his heart too much, then SHE was on him, HER hand out-stretched to his, he knew this must mean he was pure now and took HER hand. Rick then truly saw HIM; HE was no demon of his mind, but a warning. The man he had tried so hard not to become had been watching him all along to help him and now HE was here, it WAS his father He was dead, but he was here and that was all that mattered. Didn’t this mean that he was dead too but Rick didn’t know, all he did know was he chose the same path out of respect for his father and now the path had ended, if it was the same end he still knew he would be remembered fondly, all that mattered now was for the first time in his life Rick was accepted, respected, and loved for the individual that he was – For the first time Rick was happy. A blinding white light filled Rick and his world and released all the demons that perturbed his life. The End
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