Saccharide Heinz
Paris, France: Centre Carpeaux Mental Institution
5:27
Stretching my biceps with much force, I grunted. Klavier was extra harsh on me this rehearsal and made me repeat the same fall for 25 times straight, that would have doubled if Racquel didn't remind me about my appointment with her aunt.
I sighed upon entering the automatic doors of the institution. Strangely, I feel no surprise whenever someone just screams next to me and do peculiar things. It's been a month since I got my first treatment here and things didn't start too well.
They had to strap me in a chair because I tried strangling a child with autism who poked me with his saliva covered finger.
"Looks like you don't need this anymore," the guard chuckled with me and showed me the rope he used to strap me before.
"Here for another appointment, sonny...?"
"Yes, Madame" I smiled sweetly and took the pen in her hands.
The sweet old lady that is always appointed at the information desk made me sign in the admission paper before directing me to Dr. Porcha's room.
I knocked three times before the white door opened, and a flawless 40-year-old woman greeted me with a smile on her face. She was wearing a white coat triple her size, it was unusual because it was different from her previous uniform.
She's also wearing a surgical mask that covers her mouth and nose. With her eyes showing, I could tell that she was smiling.
"Oh Saccharide. You're early as usual..." she greeted and let me in her room.
When I entered the room, the first thing that I noticed is the air-conditioning, it was not on. And that completely changes the nostalgic experience inside the room.
"I apologize for the air-conditioning. I have to turn it off because a patient earlier took a rampage and hurt me," she explained and showed me her bandaged wrist. "The stench will get worst if I turn it on. I don't really do well in cleaning..."
I just nodded and finally took a hint of iron stench in the air. She's right it smells like blood in her but it's not overly dominant.
"So. What's the reason for the early bird today?" she giggled and asked with her sweet voice.
We sat on the couch as usual as he took my blood pressure and my heart rate while we talk about some things.
"Well, Dr. I need your help about girl's stuff" I shyly shared my thoughts, "You see, I'm taking my girl to a— uhm to a date..."
It's not hard to share what's inside my head with the old lady because she has that kind motherly aura that makes you spill the beans.
"I see. Let's start the treatment then," she giggled at the sight of my flustered face, "When will I meet this wonderful girl? I'm really excited who gets to make this boy so nervous..."
I looked up to the ceiling and just chuckled, just thinking about the perfection of that girl. Scratching the side of my face with my index finger, I grunted to straighten my posture and looked at her.
"Maybe tomorrow after the date, we'll pay you a visit..." I said, "Our date venue is not that far from here anyway..."
I don't expect to make her think differently about me because of this one date but I want to make it up to her little by little.
"That's divine my dear" she smiled and held my hand before giving it a little squeeze, she said it helps to make the nervous points of a person less.
"So let's get started." the lady told me before handing me a couple of papers to fill up. The papers keep track of my everyday progression towards sanity.
"I've been meaning to give you new medicines tomorrow that'll really soothe the headaches" she explained before placing an oval pill on the table beside my reach."But first, you can try just one and see if it has any effects on you..."
"That sounds great, Dr. Porscha!"
Her explanation made me drastically excited to swallow the pill. And that's what I exactly did. The tiny medicine went straight down my throat without any beverage to gulp it in.
"Now let's get started, okay?" she patted my shoulder.
She led me to the other room where we would see if there is any change in my reflexes and reactions if videos with the same scenarios of my life are shown to me.
"Let's go extreme today, alright? I just want to know if you have improved," she said to me after securing the straps on my hands. "Tell me if your head hurts and we'll stop"
She suggested not putting the safety straps on me but I insisted because I'm not a hundred percent confident with my condition. I relaxed my back on the recliner and tried to actually calm my nerves because I was too nervous to hurt the doctor if I ever flip out.
I turned my head to the side and saw her giving me a warm smile along with thumbs up before turning on the television.
The film starts...
But—
"Doctor— why...?" I grunted as I felt myself getting light, there's a shock inside my body that left me appalled.
I turned to my left.
No one.
Right.
"Saccharide...?"
Up.
The light blinded me.
Down.
The floor swirls like a whirlpool; my vision deceives me as I felt light-headed for a short time.
It's getting dark around me.
"Saccharide. Calm down!"
My last vision is that seeing Doctor Porscha pulling out her phone to call someone before walking out of the door with her eyebrows frowning together.
"Doctor...?"
xXx
Third Person
Somewhere in Paris, France
5:42 P.M.
"I'm looking for action. It's been a month and there is no progress about him! He's getting better and better every day!" the general shouted and it kept annoying the person with how loud the old male can be. "I want my son to—"
"Sir, I don't need you interfering with my job. As much as possible, I want your son to delve into insanity bit by bit" the person calmly took care of the situation.
"Are you seriously commanding me to stay out of the mission I, myself fucking gave to you?" he asked giving a little crisp on the 'f' word.
"Affirmative Sir..." the unknown figure smiled, feeling the increasing anger of the general although, they were conversing through the phone.
"Why you—?!" the steam was yet to start when the figure stopped it with a brief story.
"Your son knows that you hired someone to bring his relationship down with the girl. I already did a counter strike and made him think that he actually killed the imposter." the person who is called 'the imposter' explained.
"How the fuck?" the general was amazed, with a hint of annoyance in his voice, asked.
"I lured him into thinking that Walter Hillary is the imposter." the person said, "He was that gullible, really... But I know he is still cautious about your plans Sir"
"It's the guy with butt loads of arms and ammo" he commented. "Tar... Tar... Target is the fucking name, right?"
"He's already dead, buried somewhere deep down" the person smirked and twirled the laces on the nearby curtains.
"You're saying he killed one of his essential gang members just to protect the girl. Damn... Wonder what he will do if he found out that you were the traitor all along?" the general laughed, his laughter boomed through the phone.
"He'll never suspect me. I am very close to them..." Confidently, the imposter declared. "He'll never know that he was facing the poisonous snake until it bites him in the face."
"If I had to make this mission successful, I need you to play along and trust my strategy" the person humbly requested before taking a peek at the time. "Also... you don't mind if I put a little dirt on your family's name, do you?"
'Great. It's almost time.'
Inside their mind, the person walked towards the building to execute the plan.
"They can hate the Heinz as much as they want..." the general's voice trailed off and he sounded bored like he was used to hearing that statement.
"Thank you, Sir! That's all I needed to hear from you!"
Carefully, the person puts their device down to open the door of the building to be greeted by an unwelcoming atmosphere.
Destroy both of their lives...
Raine Aksenov and Saccharide Heinz...
It's the only thing in their mind when they finally opened the door leading to Doctor Porscha's office.