Post by Lunatic on Aug 21, 2015 19:22:04 GMT -5
Enter the Asylum - Part One
The clouds were still raging in Marc's head as he made his way to his favorite spot in the cafeteria with his tray of what mass produced slop passed for food in Osawatomie State Mental Horse-spittle. No matter how he tried, he just couldn't piece together the missing time in his mind. Flashes of different scenarios gave him glimpses, yet nothing seemed to come together. It was as if he were in two different worlds simultaneously.
Absently, he sat next to a tall, lanky man with an oversized head. Any other time, he would have made some snide remark, quipping about the man's unfortunate physique, just to get a rise. However, his mind-to-mouth filter, which was usually on vacation in the Tahiti (It's such a beautiful place), was working overtime. Only brief moments of clarity akin to something from an allergy pill commercial would come to him, tease him, taunt him.
One of those moments hit him like a rubber brick as he gazed at the man. He perked his head to the side, squinting. "I know you somehow, don't I?"
The man extended a hand sideways, never taking his attention off of his doubtable cuisine. "Been here off and on. Name's Frank."
Lunatic took it with the enthusiasm of a man riddled with fatigue. "Marc. You can call me Looney."
"Most of the people in here are looney. That's why they're here."
Marc took the man's stand-offishness as a "Do Not Disturb" sign, another thing that would have been merely a challenge in the drive people crazy quota he always had for himself. Peering at the orange discs that should probably have been given a proper re-burial, he studied his carrots without a word. He just KNEW there was something he should be doing.
Just enough cobwebs shook loose for him to wonder if it was a match in the wrestling ring. Hiroshi Yukio, some close-cropped giant of a man, popped into his mind. But was he friend or foe? Partner or opponent? Names like Barry Kemp, Seth Archer, Gabriel Cross, Kincaid all crawled across the marquee of his mind and vanished just as quickly, leaving no trace of pertinence. No, Hiroshi felt right. He felt like he belonged.
There were other crazy people involved; Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith and Alexa Black. When he thought of them, they felt like danger, like they meant to hurt him. His muttled mind only had one thing percolating. Alexa was HAWT! His mind only clicked with the thought of them bumping crazies, though his carnal instincts wanted it to be someplace other than a ring.
NO! He had to focus. All of this nonsense about returning to an in-ring career didn't make sense. The timing was off somehow. He needed to get to the heart of this.
Before he could muster enough courage to bite into the thrice reformed patty of mystery meat portraying a Salisbury steak, a commotion caught his attention across the room. An absolute mountain of a man, easily eight foot tall, with long, tangled brown hair, flipped an entire table, seated residents and all, as if it were a child's plaything. Orderlies descended upon the rampaging human monolith in droves, each getting brushed aside, tossed like a bag of cotton, or otherwise folded like misprinted love letters.
This guy could make Hiroshi Yukio look like Verne Troyer.
...
Really? The little person from the Austin Powers movies? Remember him now? GAWD!
Anyhoo... Dude was big, okay? The cafeteria lights snapped off, the emergency lights flickering to life like dance lights accompanying the wail of the alarm summoning security and orderlies alike. Time and again, no matter how many piled themselves on the brute, they were sloughed as if they were weightless.
Marc stood, determination etched in his face, just in time to be splatter with his gruel by a guard coming in for an awkward landing from his unscheduled and brief flight. His government-issue wardrobe was now an edible impressionist rendition of Edvard Munch's "Scream." Food and clothing both were probably better off for it. Nevertheless, Lunatic didn't appreciate being spackled with his dinner. He knew something must be done.
Things like this simply can't go unanswered. Or can they? We'll have to wait and see next time. Mostly because I just can't concentrate. There are finger monkeys here. SQUEE!
