Insanity Log: Chapter Two

Damian opened his eyes. He lay in the middle of the hallway with a crowd of kids surrounding him, all in loud conversations. Not far from him lay his principal, battered and beaten on the floor. Damian quickly sat up and his hand came to his head to steady himself. Everyone gasped and took a step away. Damian looked innocently around. "What happened?" he asked a nearby kid. The boy shook his head. "You beat the tar out of the principal and wouldn’t stop till Mr. Anderson came and clubbed you over the head with a lamp base. Then you passed out." The boy said as if reciting it out of the newspaper. "Yeah," said a nearby girl, "Mr. Anderson just called 911 about five minutes ago." Damian took his hand from his head and looked at it only to find blood covered it. It was true. Mr. Anderson had hit him over the head, because now a long deep gash was painfully thumping on the back of his head. "shit I turn my back One second and you did this. This will probably get to the news, people won’t feel safe till your gone. You’ve sealed your fate you stupid alternate. O.K. this is what we do… crap you really fucked this up man I don’t think I can get you out of this one!" said Yoka slightly worried " you have to, crap what do I do?" said Damian in a panicky tone "what possessed you to do such  a thing?" asked Yoka "exactly, what did?" asked Damian more to him self than to Yoka. Suddenly Damian’s attention was drawled away to the three paramedics that burst through the doors and over to the moaning man on the floor. Two of the medics lugged Damian’s principal onto a stretcher and the third walked slowly over to Damian. "Son, I’m just going to check you over and get that head of yours fixed. Then you are going to leave with officer Manson, where you will be taken to the police station." The medic explained to him. He looked dully up at the man as he pulled a few bottles of some type of medical liquid from his bag and a needle with thread. Damian took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "Do you really need to stitch it up?" Damian asked. "Of course he does! And be damn well glad that he is helping you after what you did! See, he adds the antibiotic. Yes, that’s good. Now the stitches, well on our way. Hold on there." Yoka yelled at him before clearing his voice and adding, "You best do as he says. Obey everything the officer tells you and perhaps you can pull yourself out of this with a few less problems." Damian nodded silently. 1

Damian looked out the police car in a sickening silence, his stomach fluttered with unseen butterflies.  "Why’d you do it anyway kid?" the officer in the passenger side asked. "Don’t answer that, I say. This as your lawyer, however pretty she may be." Her beautiful features held no comforting mercy in them, which caused Damian’s stomach to roll so much he almost lost it. "Just stay cool Damian." Yoka’s voice tried to comfort him.  Damian shoot his head at the female officer. "I dun know." Damian muttered as if he where speaking to Mr. Anderson. He looked back out the window and watched as power line after power line passed him by. "Is it slowing down or am I drunk again.?" Yoka asked Damian. "I dun know." Damian answered. "Miss, why are we slowing down?" Damian asked the girl in the passenger side. "Stopping for gas." She lazily muttered. "Yes gas." Said Yoka trying to make a joke. Slowly the car pulled up to a gas tank and both officers got out. "Now I know for a fact that’s not regulation. They aren’t supposed to leave us like this. Yes you could make a bomb out of chewing gum like Magiver and blow us all to bits if they aren’t watching." Yoka muttered. Damian sighed ands shifted is his seat ignoring Yoka’s small comments about how a proper officer was supposed to carry out his duty. Slowly Yoka’s voice faded into the back of his mind. Damian soon felt as if a sinister evil was creeping in his mind, as if trying to hid it’s presence from him. "You have more work to do lad. You must escape. You must get out! Now! Quickly. Make your escape." The voice once again challenged him. "Yes." Damian whispered.2

Damian ran into an ally, ignoring Yoka’s loud pleas to stop. "I can’t. They’ll lock me up. I can’t handle that." Damian answered between gasps for air. "What the hell do you mean you ‘can’t’ stop? Stop please god is watching!" Yoka asked harshly, and then let out a sigh, "And so is Big Brother." He added "There is no way to explain what I did to that man. They’d lock me up for sure!" Damian yelled. Sirens echoed in the distance, somewhere on the other side of the city. They where looking for him. 3

"Great they’ve notice the great Magiver has escaped. Didn’t see that one coming." Yoka muttered. "That’s Not Helping!!" Damian yelled as he beat his head against the wall. "Damn it!" he yelled as he pulled his stitches. "Don’t do that! Think of all the germs and virus that can get in!" said Yoka sarcastically "Oh shut up! I’ll put a dollar on it as a bandage." Said Damian slightly annoyed. "Oh so you want cocaine in it do you! Eighty percent of American currency is covered in it." Yoka chirped back as if a science teacher with a sugar over doss. "Yes, as a matter of the fucking fact I do!" Damian yelled back. He smiles as said smugly, "It would make the pain go away." 4

Slowly everything went quiet. Not a sound of a passing car or the load chatter city folk. "What’s happening?!" Damian asked as he spun around quickly looking around. "Oi Damian---." The voice came to him. "Nooo!" Damian screamed and put his hands to his ears as of to block the sound. He looked toward the front of the ally. Four men wearing white hospital uniforms stood watching him from the front of the ally. "They’re going to try and take you." The Irishman’s voice spoke again. 5

"Wakey, wakey eggs and bacy" said Yoka with an over cheery tone. "What? Why can’t I get up" Said Damian in a daze. "That my psycho friend is called a stray jacket. And ‘welcome’ to the fabulous western state university. Complete with shower, food, bed, complementary drugs, and counseling." Said Yoka whirling around a chair that Damian knew couldn’t exist. The sounds of wailing came drifting down the hall as the aroma of food chased the senses. "What happened?" asked Damian still in a daze. "Well let’s review shall we. You tried to rush the white coat people. They shot you once, before you got four feet. It had no effect. So they just kept shooting you till you died or fell limp to the ground." Said Yoka in happy explaining tone. "Is that why I see Elvis?" asked Damian. "No, that would be the last patient. He liked  to draw *Yoka leaned in* a lot." Said Yoka in a creepy tone. Damian struggled but finally rolled himself up right. He gazed up upon the wall in front of him. There it was. "Elvis?" Damian asked to the air, his voice echoing in his hollow cell. The portrait was painted on the concrete wall in front of him. It was almost a life size image. Damian gave a half smile. "Yes, It does come with blue swayed shoes, very popular with the crazies if you know what I mean." Yoka pointed out. Damian smiled a little at Yoka’s comment  and then looked around his cell. On the floor a purple carpet stretched from each wall. The room was bear except for a white fluffy mattress that Damian sat on. Written in red on the back room of the cell was "Freedom shall come to those who seek it." Damian sighed. "I wish I was free. I mean I had ‘real’ dreams for my life." Damian moaned in horror. "What dream was that? We’re in Utah, dreams don’t come true here." Said Yoka still twirling in his chair. "Ha, Ha. Very Funny." Damian growled. Damian looked over at the door as it’s knob started to turn. "Mr. Sinclare?" a man asked with the door cracked. "Who are you?" Damian asked quickly. The door opened fully to reveal a tall blond hared man in a white lab coat. In his finger was clutched a clipboard and pen. "I’ve come to see how you are doing Mr. Sinclare, or do you prefer to be called Damian." The doctor asked while reviewing the information on the clip board. "What ever you want." Damian asked as he cast his eyes to the floor. The doctor smiled and pulled up a chair and placed in the exact place where Yoka’s chair was. "You’ve had a most interesting days now haven’t you, Mr. Sinclare. How do you feel?" the doctor asked. "How the fuck do you think I feel! Damn! You are a sane human being! You tell me!" Damian yelled and shifted madly in his jacket. "Whoa there son." The doctor cooed holding Damian down by the shoulders. "Is there anything I can get you?" The doctor asked after sitting back in the chair. "I got to take a piss if you don’t mind." Damian said sulking on his mattress. "Why is he sitting on me? And your not pleading your case to well." Yoka from the chair now not spinning. " Come on go in your pants, listen to your inner frat boy!" said Yoka squirming under the over weight looking doctor. Damian felt like he was in a dizzy careless state as Yoka got up from the chair. Yoka was now making an imitation of an anorexic person because the doctor was fat. He didn’t notice. "Yoka!!! Stop it! Damn it! Do you want me to look crazy?!" Damian yelled aloud. The doctor looked up from his notes. "Um, excuse me. Who is this Yoka person? You and myself are the only ones here." The doctor asked writing noted hurriedly. "That bastard that’s in front of you!" Damian yelled. The doctor shook his head. "No wonder why you are in here," The doctor muttered and then called, "Nurse! Nurse! Mr. Sinclare needs another drugging!" Damian looked up in horror as the blond nurse stepped into the room with a needle in her hand. "Yes doctor." The woman muttered. The small nurse walked over to Damian. The doctor came to his feet and held him down to the mattress as Damian struggled under his hold. "It will only hurt a little." The nurse smiled and injected Damian in the arm. "No!" Damian moaned as he slowly closed his eyes.6

"Do eggs fall in space?" asked Yoka in a daze. "You just had to do that fat guy routine didn’t you." Said Yoka equally drugged. "Hey, every time you get drugged I do too, so hold on the crazy!" said Yoka. Then a loud sound echoed down the hall as the meals were being passed out and the diners phased. "Oh boy! Food and shock." Said Yoka with childish enthusiasm.  The same blond nurse came into Damian’s cell with a full tray of disgusting lunch room type food. "Dinner Mr. Sinclare." The woman said and sat the tray on the chair where the doctor had sat on. Damian sat up with effort and looked emotionlessly up at the portrait of Elvis. "Who drew that?" Damian asked. The nurse turned from the door and looked up at the image of Elvis. "What the Elvis?" The nurse asked. Damian nodded and continued to look at the image. "Oh, well, that was done by Julia Parkson. She’s a current resident here. She had the room before you came here. Now she has the room next door, and she will be out during free time this afternoon. You can see her then." The nurse explained to him before leaving. Damian shuddered. That’s where he had heard the screams and moans from that morning. "Man, the people here are creepy" said Yoka now examining  the food. "How do they make meat purple like that?" asked Damian from the floor. 7