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Walking along the side of the shed, I can smell manure and death. That bitch better not be dead already. I need the satisfaction of revenge.
Black and red roses line the border of the shed, giving a more pleasant aroma compared to the scents that lay inside. I open the door slowly, careful not to scrape on the ground or squeak into the quiet building. I hear snoring coming from the back. Perfect. He isn’t dead, just smells like it.
I find Geoffrey lying in the makeshift bed, sleeping peacefully. Taking the burlap sack that I found in the kitchen, I throw it over his head. He wakes up and starts fighting, trying to gain control of the situation. Without hesitation, I inject him with a sedative. Those are also easy to get when you work in a mental hospital. We have all types of lunatics.
Once he’s drugged and no longer combative, I hog-tie him with some rope and throw him over my shoulder. I’m far from finished.
“What’s going on? Where the fuck am I? Who are you?” Geoffrey screams from beneath his hood.
“Not quite where you should be yet, but I’m working on it.”
“Loki, is that you? You didn’t have to go through all this trouble if you just wanted to talk,” he nervously chuckles.
I don’t answer, still preparing for his demise. He shouldn’t have woken up yet, but oh well– he isn’t going anywhere. The atmosphere is perfect, having started raining as Mimir gathered the rest of the supplies.
I’m almost ready. Geoffrey has become silent, probably figuring out that this is his time. Mimir sits in a pink lawn chair nearby, waiting for the entertainment to begin.
“I think you know why you’re here. You thought you could touch what belonged to me. Well, you were wrong. Nova is mine and always will be mine. Anyone who touches her rapes her, or puts her through more trauma deserves the worst treatment imaginable. I will never hurt her like you have. Frankly, you never will be able to again, either.”
Walking over to him, I pull off the sack, discarding it on the wet ground. I take his shoeless feet, yanking them towards me. Picking up the rivet gun, I pierce into the side of his heel, just in front of his Achilles tendon. His screams pierce the air, echoing through the raindrops. I follow suit with the other foot, mimicking the action.
I’m pleased with his pain, but not finished. Following the needle out, I push in a weighted ear hoop. I can now tie him up by his feet. Squatting below the tree where Nova had her panic attack, I thread a chain into the pierced flesh. I stand up and toss the chain over a rather large branch. The links clack together, permeating the air like his screams.
Geoffrey passes out due to the pain, so thankfully, Mimir and I don’t have to deal with the noise coming from him. I grasp the chain– he goes up as I pull down. I tie him off to a lone root that has lifted from within the ground.
Most people aren’t aware that Three Norns Hill is actually owned by The Society. It happens to be where we keep a sacrifice, waiting to be claimed by a member until they are needed for a ritual. Some of them, like Ødger, were told to kidnap off the streets. We are not the only people within the cult-like group– we are worldwide. However, we are the only ones with a mental hospital under our rule.
Geoffrey is a low-standing member– someone who won’t be missed. Someone who will hang here to keep others from their true ruthlessness.
While waiting for him to wake, Mimir and I have a glass of mead and some dried meat.
“How should we finish this off?” I ponder. I don’t think he’ll live for very long, so it has to be something quick, yet painful.
“I don’t know. You’re the unhinged one. You tell me,” Mimir replies before taking a large gulp of his honey wine.
“I have a few thoughts, but I think I’ll just make it quick and stab him in the heart. I don’t want to be here forever.”
“Fair enough. Let’s get on with it then. I have a date with a thick goddess in an hour.”
I roll my eyes, sit my glass down, and walk towards the tree once more.
“Wake up, you pathetic little piece of shit.” I slap him across his upside-down cheek.
His eyes open and he immediately starts grunting in pain.
Without waiting to hear any selfish complaints, I shove my blade into his heart. Blood runs up his chest and across his jaw before hitting the ground.
“There. Now I can go back to Nova, and you can go on your dumb date. Thank you, Mimir. I feel a little better now. I’ll call you tomorrow. We have one more thing to take care of.”
Waking Up
Everything is spinning through my head like a hurricane– fast and unpredictable. It feels like spiders have crawled into my head and spun their webs around my brain. I try to mentally persevere and get them out, uncovering more and more of what I’ve come to know as wrong. The thoughts in my head are just questions coming from my subconscious, with every new thought being turned into a new question.
How’s this Geoffrey person sneaking me past the other nurses? How did he make it out to the garden and into the greenhouse? What’s out there?
I get off the bed, slip my feet into some slides, and take another look around. Sighing heavily, I walk out into this new, unknown world. The only way to answer my questions is to go explore. I need to get to the greenhouse.
As I pass the nurses and other patients, my brain realizes that these are the people I’ve come to recognize as my fellow crazies.
