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Posted: May 29, 2008 - 12:54 AM
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Dart
Joined: Dec 08, 2007
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Location: Shooting up your world
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Written by me and Lady_Dolmayan_90.
Part 1
"Is there a fucking meaning to this?" I yelled, while my young assistant was looking straight in my eyes, a shy smile on his face.
"I'm so sorry, Athena, we didn't want to disturb you!"
"BUT you did! It was my FIRST free days in 6 months! Now c'mon, tell me Halloran couldn't think of anyfuckingbody else to deal with emergency cases!" I still kept an angry tone, but it was more like coffee to make my engine work at full speed. I'm sort of an adrenalin junkie - or a Quixote fighting against windmills - the kind that make people do the craziest (and often, the worst) things ever.
"So - I inquired, sipping from the 3rd cup of some slop pretending to be coffee - "who's the bird? What's he done?"
Mark looked shocked. "You don't even know what happened here, doyou?"
"Why should I? You know I don't have a TV - I see so much suffering here, I don't certainly want my free time to be wasted by Mr Bad News"
He handed me a folder while I was putting my white coat on. "Halloran wanted you, because, you know, the guy was one of your patients. Look at the folder." He seemed genuinely embarrassed.
I opened it - and couldn't believe what I read.
"Mark, be honest. Is really this person...I mean, who did THIS?"
He winced. "Unfortunately yes...and you must talk with him. He hasn't opened his mouth since then, not even for eating. The cops brought him here because he tried to kill himself and attacked them like he wanted to be shot down. We had to shackle him - he's a beast. But maybe you'll be able to placate him. He knows you.
"What if I won't?" "Uh, I guess I'll bring some flowers on your grave"
I gave him the finger and marched through the corridors, heading to the padded cell, where my favourite patient was.
I nodded at the guard and showed him my pass "Take care, Doctor - this here guy's Hulk's pale brother!" I smiled because we used to call his penis, Hulk - a little joke to deal with his manly shiness. Then I remembered the folder's content and shivered - was it the same man? If so, how come I didn't notice?
I took ad eep breath and entered. He lied on the bed, hands and feet shackled, staring at the ceiling. When he realised there was someone else in the room, he turned his face to the wall.
"Mr Dolmayan? John? I'm Athena, Athena Warkowsky - do you remember me?" Silence. Well I'm stubborn.
"John, do you remember our last session?" Now I think I heard him sigh.
OK, let's put it down straight. Sometimes it works wonders.
"John - WHY did you have to do it?"
He turned to me and smiled, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I loved him, and they wanted to take him away from me" |
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Thanx Elyyyyy!
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Posted: May 29, 2008 - 02:10 AM
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ddevil
Joined: Jul 24, 2007
Posts: 1351
Location: Stowing away in Daron's spaceship with a box of Oreos and water.
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ahhh!!! *squeal*
More please!!! |
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The Harlot's Hiatus is currently in effect. Peace it.
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Posted: May 29, 2008 - 02:59 AM
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Dart
Joined: Jan 31, 2008
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Location: PC=Padded Cell
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 Gimme gimme more!
See. I sang a Britney song. I publicly humiliated myself-again 
This sounds like it's going to places that are really interesting.  |
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Posted: May 29, 2008 - 08:39 PM
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Dart
Joined: Sep 06, 2007
Posts: 953
Location: Their Hearts.Their Minds.My World.
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yea..you don't even know how sick this story is..isn't it silvia?
Anyway..next chapetr will be published soon..just the time for me and silvia to put our thoughts in order^^ |
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He's The Right Pika Luver
*John's autograph!R_C Rulez!*
I love you.
Last edited by Lady_Dolmayan_90 on May 29, 2008 - 08:54 PM; edited 1 time in total
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Posted: May 29, 2008 - 08:49 PM
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Spider
Joined: Oct 16, 2006
Posts: 540
Location: Warwickshire, England
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sweeet. ^^ I've been anticipating this story for at least 2 days!! xD
I really like it so far. I wanna read the next chapter!! |
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°° She's The Right Eye °°
°° She's The Left Pika Luver °°
I <3 you..
Thanks for the signature, darling <3 (made by Lady_Dolmayan_90)
For the benefit of Mr. Kite..
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Posted: May 29, 2008 - 09:27 PM
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Dart
Joined: Dec 08, 2007
Posts: 987
Location: Shooting up your world
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Thank you all, we're doing our worst  |
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Thanx Elyyyyy!
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Posted: May 31, 2008 - 02:10 PM
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Marmalade
Joined: Dec 19, 2007
Posts: 2347
Location: next to Serj, as you can see, hehe
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Heeeeey you didnt tell me it was up already ! 
Its sweet, really.. and it makes me curious what more it to come.. so go on writing, ladies 
(and next time tell me, damnit  ) |
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Posted: May 31, 2008 - 06:45 PM
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Dart
Joined: Feb 08, 2007
Posts: 992
Location: Via satellite from Romania
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Posted: Jun 01, 2008 - 12:08 AM
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Dart
Joined: Dec 08, 2007
Posts: 987
Location: Shooting up your world
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Next part will come tomorrow  today or if I'm going out, Monday morning at least. And beware, it's not that sweet. Really. |
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Posted: Jun 03, 2008 - 06:40 PM
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Dart
Joined: Dec 08, 2007
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Location: Shooting up your world
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Chapter 2
"I just had to do it"
He must have noticed my perplexity, because he raised his voice: " Why can't you understand Athena? I...I had to! They wanted to steal my love from me! They wanted to destroy me! I had to fight for my life and for my love!" He clenched his cuffed fists, and tried to reach out for me. I drew back. "Athena! I had no other choice! I had to...I had to..." He burst out sobbing, his sturdy body was shaking so violently that for a moment I wondered if we had to sedate him again. Instead I sat on the bad, put my hands upon his fist and sroked and lulled him till ha calmed down to a soft weeping. In half an hour he fell asleep and after a while he was even snoring. I wiped the tears from his face, and...no. I wanted to kiss him on his forehead, but I'ma psychiatrist, and although I must admit having a crush on him since I first listened to System Of A Down, I can't allow myself to be friends with a patient. Besides, the nice, simple man I used to know, turned out to be a brutal murderer. I wish I could change it, but there's no coming back. And the future, his future, was in my hands. I watched them and felt a rush of excitement, like a warrior before the battle. Or a musician before hitting the stage.
I sighed as I left the room. Time for me to do my job.
I walked into my office, locked the door, threw my white coat in a corner, and dumped myself into the armchair. I picked a joint from my handbag, lit it, and leaned back. Some jerks here complained about me smoking the reefer at work, but first, I never smoke when I'm properly working, second, I've got prescription for asthma & Co., third it helps me coping with all the shit I have to see, fourth this is none of their fucking business...and fifth, I fucking needed it now.
He's lost, I thought, pulling a drag. Either he's going to face death (lethal injection or suicide), or life in an institution, be it prison or asylum. All I can do is helping him to recognise his own responsibility, to accept it, and face the consequences with dignity.
I took another look at his folder. The pictures of the victims sent a shiver thru my spine. He didn't just murder them, they had been tortured before. John, a serial killer? I could not believe it. His profile didn't correspond to the average serial killer's - oh well, neither to the average heavy metal drummer; he didn't smoke/drink/take drugs and he was heavily into comics.
I need to talk with him, I told to myself. And I need tests. Lots of tests. He might have..."something". Can't think of any other reason for his frenzy. I hope so, for his own good.
Three hours, a pack of Lucky Strike,and several neurons later, I returned to John's cell. He was awake and when I got into the room he said: "I'm sorry Athena! I was afraid you wouldn't understand me and would think I'm crazy - which I'm not, Athena!" He was imploring me to believe him, so I said: "I believe you, John - but you did something really bad - and you must tell me how it began, if you want me to help you." He turned his face to the wall. "I - I don't want to." "You have to - you've got no choice." He looked at me, his eyesbrimming with tears. "Please, Athena, don't ask me - it's too painful." "For me to know, or for you to tell? I already know what happened, John, otherwise I wouldn't be here. But I want to know how and why a gentle man like you could kill 3 people! I'm fucking trying to save your ass, man!" I turned my back at him, crossing my arms.
"Why do you want to help me Athena? What I did is horrible, I know. I don't care if I'll be executed. But -" "Ah don't you tell me you had to do it once again! That's bullshit! Do you remember the last time we talked? You said you would fight to the very last for the things you loved, first of all, music and friendship. And now you threw it all away?! Oh, I've seen too many people like you - peopleso overthrown by emotions they could not handle, that they were led to believe that only by killing themselves or other people they could find peace of mind. And once they did it, they found themselves in a hell far worse than the one they were trying to escape from. And it's my job to help them to understand why they destroyed other people's lives along with their own, it's my job to try and get them out of their self-built prison!" "Even if they're going to die, or live in endless remorse?" "Yes. I wish I could help them before, because sometimes, had they asked for help..." I couldn't go on. I so wanted to cry. Taking a deep breath, I askedhim: "Why didn't you call me? Or why didn't you talk with your friends?" "I couldn't" "Why?" "They wouldn't have understood" "I bet Serj would" He couldn't reply to this. We remained silent for a long while, avoiding each other's eyes. Then hesaid: "alright,Athena, I will tell you how it began."
Now Chapter 3:
"Hey man, stop looking at me like you got X-rays! Are you trying to track the last Big Mac I ate?" I think my fae must have turned scarlet. Daron scratched his bearded chin, with an amused look in his eyes. Then he rubbed his belly and exclaimed: "Here it is!" and then farted, grining. I couldn't help but laugh. Daron. So many people think he's just a talented moron - and he is, in a way. But he's also very intelligent and sensitive, one of the most sensitive men I've ever met, although he doesn't like to show it. And damn beautiful - even now that he's grown a big beard that makes him look like a terminal wino, he's still beautiful. Over the last years our friendship has become deeper and stronger, because he's matured a lot and doesn't annoy me anymore with silly jokes like calling me a fag, stealing all my drumsticks or pouring salt in my coffee.
And I...I think I've fallen in love with him. Mind you I'm not gay at all,but I know the way I look at himnow Is much more like the way a woman looks at her man. It's such a strange feeling, wanting to hold another man in my arms, to kiss him, to make love with him. I never felt like this before.
"Jooohn?! May I fucking ask you to pay fucking attention to what I'm saying?" Oh, but I pay attention to you, Daron. Only, not the way a man should do. And you, withall your sensitivity, don't even seem to notice. Or you just don't wanna hurt my feelings.
"Sorry,dar...Daron! I was, uh, daydreaming" "Who's the lucky bitch?" "You don't know her." Indeed."OK, so can we go back to what we were doing before you flew up to Heaven?" "Sure" "Listen to this then" He played a tune on the keyboards. "That's awesome, man! when did you -" Oh I just whistled it half an hour ago in the toilet!" "You're kidding me!" "I swear on Serj's head that it's true!" "Haha why do you want to behead him?" "Serj? Naah, I couldn't do him any harm - except making better albums! I will always love that man, Johnny, evenwhenhe thinks he's Jesus Fucking Christ coming to save us all - and lo, he can't even save himself from smoking! And now, milord, would you please do your job and cut a beat for this tune?" It was an innocent remark probably, knowing Daron's razor-sharp tongue and his inclination for calling you names before actually knowing your real name, but it hit me like a dumdum bullet.
Daron could piss on my face, I wouldn't mind. Well, just a little. He could mock me until the end of time, I couldn't care less. But I can't stand being treated like a fucking drum machine! "Do your job" What have I done during all these years? Were it not for me, do you think that System Of A Down would have been so good and achieved their first-magnitude rockstars' status? A band without a kickass drummer is not a band, just a bunch of losers. "Do your job!" Fuck you Mr Malakian, you can go and suck Serj's dick till you choke! And he's probably waiting for it behind your dumpster...
But I just smiled in embarrassment, and did what he wanted. I played like Thor hammering on his fucking anvil. Thank God I can put all my rage into music or else I'd go around Commando-style (I'm referring To the Schwarzenegger movie, not to the wear-no-underpants meaning). Daron was listening thru his headphones, eyes closed, nodding, his hands drumming on air. Then he opened his eyeswide, smiled at me and lifted his thumbs - and the next thing he was hugging me and ruffling my hair. "I'm sorry, Johnny Boy! You know you're always No. 1 motherfucker!" In Daronese, this means that I'm the best drummer in the world.
I wanted so much to kiss himnw, it was almost physically painful. "Daron, if you don't mind, I'd rather go back tomy hotel." "Are you alright man?" "Sure. I've just got this fucking migraine, and I haven't slept that much lately. I guss I need some rest." "Fine. Do youthink you can be here tomorrow at, say, 8 am? I want to finish this song as soon as I can. Go now, John. I'll stay here and work on the guitar parts." "See ya then" "Bye"
I drove back to the hotel, parked my car, reached my room, and as I was searching for the key,I was struck by a migraine fit so violent that it almost made me fall on my knees. I somehow managed to open the door and landed heavily on the bed, pressing my palms against my temples, wailing. Daron's words kept pounding in my head, "I love Serj...I love Serj...I love Serj..."
Later, I lied on the bed, thinking - and Serj? Did he know? Did he love Daron? Did they have sex? Are they still doing it?
Don't mess around with me, Serj. You better let the sleeping dog lie. |
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Posted: Jun 03, 2008 - 09:37 PM
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Spider
Joined: Oct 16, 2006
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Location: Warwickshire, England
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Cooooool. You are building the suspense really well! I want killing though!
I demand it!!
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Thanks for the signature, darling <3 (made by Lady_Dolmayan_90)
For the benefit of Mr. Kite..
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In the beginning of the '90s, Rage Against the Machine and Tool came out, and that was the beginning of where we are now
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