So you’ve been talking to the Others. I suppose you heard all about the horrible things here. How they have to fight so hard. But they’re liars. They live like kings, though in their padded kingdoms.Oh yes, would you like tea? There you go. Sugar? Cream? No? Ah. A purist. Can’t say I’m surprised; you are a journalist after all and they do like their sources uncontaminated. Leave it though for a moment. Any good tea needs time to steep.
Mary “Monster” is a child locked in a fantasy world she doesn’t understand. And just like a child, she’ll twist you to believe her so that she can get what she wants. What she does understand gets warped by the others, like Insanity (his actual name is Xander), who can manipulate her into doing what they want with a few fancy words.
The loss of her handler only made her madness worse. We tried rehabilitation with her, but I’m sure you understand the difficulties. Eventually, she managed to get out.
Maggie, or Misery, as you know her, doesn’t need an explanation if you know her. She’s a bloody psychopath any government would have put down if we hadn’t picked her up. Don’t believe me? Look at this mental report from the Lochwurst. She’s certifiably insane. Still not sure how she ended up back in her cell after…but that doesn’t matter. The point is, she’s dangerous. To say nothing of her brother Xander, who thinks he’s the bloody Mad Hatter.
By the way, those were his teeth on the floor. He uses the straight jacket belts to saw them out slowly when he’s not singing demented songs. Antipsychotics make him worse, so we do what we can to keep him isolated and not harming himself. That can be a task. The others can be drawn to him. It may be their shared madness which makes Xander appealing.
Sip the tea, dear. This type goes bitter if you drink it too fast.
Sarabeth, a paranoid schizophrenic with an authority issue. Your standard runaway, though with a bit more intelligence at hiding. She never did appreciate being told that she has to follow the rules, but what teenage girl does? We tried being lenient and she only got into more trouble, so we tightened up the reins on her considerably. Particularly after her few pyromaniac attempts.
Let’s see…. That leaves Zane? Yeah. Zane is our self harm poster child. You can literally take the book and check off each symptom of his tendancies. They tried medication, but it’s made him delusional. Still, it is better than his constant scheming for death. Each report from the psychologist got progressively more descriptive in his plans up until we decided to try the new medicine coming out. He’s still dark and requires monitoring, but he’s not as impulsive.
Each of them lives within their own delusions, but when placed together, they somehow manage to build off what each sees. I won’t lie, there have been a few altercations, but we have always treated the issue after the fact.
If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly were you expecting when you came here? A horror story most likely. You wouldn’t be the first. More tea? No? That’s just fine. Too much can put you to sleep. Or so my father says.
Do you mind if I make an observation, sweetheart?
I can see by your face alone that you are entirely too trusting. Believing everything they tell you without so much as a skeptical glance? A few details that just didn’t seem to add up? There is the doubt you should have examined earlier.
You’re stubborn, my dear. You want to believe them; it makes for a better story that there is somehow a bad guy in all this; that they aren’t to blame for what they’ve done. Who wants to believe that children can be murderers? Too bad it’s the bloody fucking truth. So you either accept their nature, or deny it. But denial can be as dangerous as blind acceptance.
No. Stay awake. I’ll slap you again if you start falling asleep before I’m finished with you. The poison wasn’t that potent.
And now you try to run. They always do. But it’s so hard to reach the door when your legs have become rubber and the doorknob is a bird. Those heavy arms just aren’t quick enough to catch it. So you may as well sit still. Finish listening; it might just save you yet.
Either I am lying, or they are. You have to decide. If you decide they are, just give me a smile and I’ll inject you with syringe. If you decide I am, you can inject yourself with the syringe to your left. Get it wrong, you stay in that colorful Wonderland you’re experiencing now. Get it right, and clarity will return.
Good luck, dear.
You wouldn’t be the first to get it all wrong. You might be the last to get it right.
After all Shadow warned you…. I’m Poison.