The Intercom

While it might have been nice for the patients to have an even longer break from the Head Doctor's voice, they were not quite that lucky. They were never given a complete chance to let their guard down, as was shown when the intercom came on both inside and outside with the sound of Landel's voice.

"Apologies for my absence, patients!" he said, sounding far more chipper than he had that morning. "I had a few things to take care of -- don't worry, nothing serious -- but it seems that the staff has managed just fine without me. Sometimes I wonder if they could run this place without me!" He chuckled lowly.

"Your last shift of the day will be the opposite of the second shift, like always, which means that adults will be in the Arts and Crafts room while the under eighteen patients will go to take a nice shower.

"Whether you're cleaning yourself or fingerpainting, do enjoy yourself! Night will be here before we know it, after all." And all of the patients knew what that meant.

The intercom shut off and the nurses went to gather up the patients.

The Head Doctor seemed fairly drained of energy as the intercom finally came on after what seemed like an exceedingly long wait.

"Hmm.... I think we're all tired enough that I can skimp out on the details, right?" The Head Doctor made a valiant effort to laugh heartily. "In any case, four of you will be taken in for Special Counseling tonight; to the rest of you, I bid you a very good night, and look forward to new patients joining you tomorrow!"

The intercom turned off suddenly, just as it had earlier in the day.

The storm had drawn close. Dark clouds obscured the blue sky that usually graced the grounds of Landel's Institute, and the intermittent sound of thunder echoed throughout the dark, empty hallways of the hospital. The wind howled. The intercom clicked on.

"Good evening, everyone!" The Head Doctor called out in a voice that seemed more appropriate for a ringmaster than a man with medical degrees. A short, soft chuckling ensued, which ended in a long sigh, as if the man in question was reclining in an assumedly comfortable chair. One could almost see him steepling his fingers.

"I'm sure you're all wondering if I'm God at this point, summoning storms and razing the ground with lightning bolts and all that." A pause. "The truth of the matter is... no, I'm not, but I had might as well be, so much do I control your sad, pathetic little world."

The faint squeak as said chair rocked back and forth. Suddenly, the sound of a hand slamming against the wooden top of a desk. The voice was lower, more dangerous than before.

"But you don't believe that yet, do you? Even after everything I've done?" A crackly, whooshing sound as he waved his arm through the air. "After new facilities and new nurses and species and rules and building behavioral settings and treatments and solutions and every little goddamn thing--"

His voice had descended to a whisper that was louder than his words from before for the fact that his mouth had gone so close to the microphone. He paused, then seemed to pull back from it again. His voice went back to what it had been before.

"But no matter. I'll let you go out and play early tonight, because, why yes---" he had begun to laugh without mirth "--I am a merciful soul if I feel like you things deserve it after everything I've done for you. In fact..."

Again, his whisper had gone loud.

"I've brought you some new playmates, and... modified some of the old ones. Did I mention your playground has some brand new swings?"

His voice suddenly went loud again, as if calling out the names of winners.

"Lucille Belli! Regina Ellis! James Shepherd! You three are going to through some very special counseling tonight, and I'm sure everyone will be surprised to see just what a difference it can make in a person!"

Another creaking sound, as if he was moving to turn off the switch. He paused, adding:

"Oh! Silly me, almost forgetting. Please welcome four brand new souls to the playground of the damned---Marcus Bailey, Charlie Brown, Morrigan Chaîne, and Keane Fuchs! Welcome them with some very open arms!"

Another laugh, then another. The intercom, with one last hiss of static, clicked off as thunder cracked and lightning tore through the sky.

The doors unlocked.