Black Rainbow
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,415
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 9
Kyle sat at a cubicle staring at the glass across from him. He shuddered as Milo came into sight, an armed guard on either side of him. Milo sat across from him and picked up the phone receiver. Kyle picked up the corresponding unit on his side of the glass.
“Your eye is looking better Kyle.” Milo’s voice was tired and drained.
“Gee thanks. That orange jumpsuit really brings out the color of your eyes. You know red.” Kyle tried futilely to lighten the mood.
“Why are you here?” Milo glared at him accusingly.
“I heard you hadn’t had a visitor in a while. So I figured I should stop by.”
“Figured you should stop by? It’s been five fucking years! And you’re the reason I’m in here-“
“Would you shut up? If you start acting up, they’ll end my visit and I have something I need to talk to you about.” Kyle opened his briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers. He selected a document and held it up against the glass. “Do you know what this is?”
Milo scanned the document quickly. “A transfer application?”
“Right. Do you know why I have it here with me today?”
“How the hell should I know?”
“Well, you language skills have gone downhill.”
“Your’s would too if you’d gone through this civilized version of hell.”
“Anyway, I brought it for you. Consider it a gift.”
“Gee, is this to make up for all those missed birthdays and Christmases?”
“If you keep up with the wise cracks I’ll walk back through that door and leave you rotting here for another five years.”
“I’m all ears.”
“I had to pull a lot of strings to get this for you. It’s a transfer to Blooming Meadows Mental Institution. You will have to go through another psychological screening but it’s worth it if it’ll get you out of this pit. Am I right?”
“Yeah, I guess. So, what do I do?”
“First, you call one of your friends over here and ask them to bring you this paper and something to write with.”
“The reason I have these two friends is because I’m not allowed to have things to write with.”
“Oh, right, I forgot. Well, then I’ll fill it out for you. You’ll just have to sign it.”
“I imagine they’ll let me do it in blood. Spare a knife?”
Kyle’s hand instinctively went to his eye. Surgery had done nothing to regain sight and a scar ran across a milky eye, puckering the skin surrounding the original cut.
Milo grimaced. “Sorry, that was out of line.”
A long pause spread between them. Milo broke it. “Look, I don’t get a lot of time for visitors, so maybe we should start on that application, huh?”
Kyle nodded and started to read off the questions. He stopped at one. “‘Do you have any living relatives in case of the need of emergency contact?’ “
Milo shook his head. “Didn’t have much to begin with.”
Kyle continued with the remainder of the questions. He finished writing in the last answer and looked back up. “I need your signature on this.”
Milo called one of the guards over and briefly explained the situation. The guard nodded and told Milo to walk back to the far wall. He unlocked the parcel slot in the glass and took the application from Kyle. He pulled a pen from his pocket, notarized the document and gestured to his partner. His partner led Milo forward and grasped one of his arms. The first guard placed the pen in Milo’s hand and firmly grasped his other arm. Milo quickly signed the document and dropped the pen. The guard snatched up the pen and his partner led Milo back to the far wall. He slipped the paper back through the slot to Kyle and resumed his place beside his partner, who allowed Milo to return to the glass.
Milo picked up the receiver again. “Now, wasn’t that fun?”
“A real party. I’ll get this turned in later today.” He placed his papers back into his briefcase and readied to leave.
As Kyle began to hang up the receiver, Milo spoke to him again. “What was that?”
“I said ‘thank you’?”
“For what?”
“What do you think? For the application. It’s the second gift I’ve gotten in five years.”
“Oh? What was the first?”
“Getting to see you when I walked into the room.”
Kyle nodded acknowledgement and hung up the receiver. He turned and walked out of the room without looking back. It was all the same, as Milo didn’t want Kyle to see the tears running down his face.
Milo was prodded awake by the night nurse on Ward 8. He stirred and sat up, as was routine. The nurse bound his wrists and he noted that the binding were looser than usual. The night nurse wheeled her cart closer and pulled a vial from the case. She withdrew a syringe and injected it into the vial. She drew an indecipherable amount of the fluid into the syringe. Milo tugged at the bindings behind his back. He twisted his hands at painful angles until he finally felt the binds give from one wrist. He freed his other hand but kept his hands behind his back.
Milo’s eyes roved over the cart, scouring for the opportunity he had been waiting for. Bingo! He glanced back at the nurse, who was busy getting the appropriate dosage for his medication figured. He slowly reached out toward the tray but drew his hand back as she turned to face him.
“Good evening Milo.”
“I thought it was morning by now.”
“I don’t think so. It’s usually still night by the time I get to Ward 8.”
“Are you sure?”
The nurse sighed in annoyance. He had pulled this on her many times before, mainly for his own pleasure. She shrugged, figuring that it was little to humor the young man. And besides, he was quite attractive and this gave her more time to admire the view. She looked down to check her watch. He seized his chance and swiped an empty syringe from the tray. He slipped the syringe behind his back and pulled the plunger back.
“It’s 11: 48 pm. That’s still night. I guess I was right again.”
“I guess so. My, you are looking nice tonight ma’am.”
“Thank you Milo. Now, I need you to turn so I can give you your medication.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The nurse turned back to her tray to pick up the syringe with the medication in it. She looked around and noticed that one of the syringes was missing. She froze.
With her back still to him, the nurse asked, “Milo?”
“Yes ma’am?”
“Did you touch any of my equipment?”
“Never ma’am.”
She turned at the strange tone in his voice. She opened her mouth to speak she never had a chance to say anything. Milo hopped off of his bed leaving the gasping nurse on the floor with a syringe sticking from her throat, it’s plunger pushed in. He turned back her with a charming smile. “Did you know that a syringe full of air, when injected into the blood stream, will put an air bubble into the blood stream and will cause the heart to stop when it reaches it? Isn’t anatomy fun?” He chuckled and walked out of the ward in his nightgown.
“Your eye is looking better Kyle.” Milo’s voice was tired and drained.
“Gee thanks. That orange jumpsuit really brings out the color of your eyes. You know red.” Kyle tried futilely to lighten the mood.
“Why are you here?” Milo glared at him accusingly.
“I heard you hadn’t had a visitor in a while. So I figured I should stop by.”
“Figured you should stop by? It’s been five fucking years! And you’re the reason I’m in here-“
“Would you shut up? If you start acting up, they’ll end my visit and I have something I need to talk to you about.” Kyle opened his briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers. He selected a document and held it up against the glass. “Do you know what this is?”
Milo scanned the document quickly. “A transfer application?”
“Right. Do you know why I have it here with me today?”
“How the hell should I know?”
“Well, you language skills have gone downhill.”
“Your’s would too if you’d gone through this civilized version of hell.”
“Anyway, I brought it for you. Consider it a gift.”
“Gee, is this to make up for all those missed birthdays and Christmases?”
“If you keep up with the wise cracks I’ll walk back through that door and leave you rotting here for another five years.”
“I’m all ears.”
“I had to pull a lot of strings to get this for you. It’s a transfer to Blooming Meadows Mental Institution. You will have to go through another psychological screening but it’s worth it if it’ll get you out of this pit. Am I right?”
“Yeah, I guess. So, what do I do?”
“First, you call one of your friends over here and ask them to bring you this paper and something to write with.”
“The reason I have these two friends is because I’m not allowed to have things to write with.”
“Oh, right, I forgot. Well, then I’ll fill it out for you. You’ll just have to sign it.”
“I imagine they’ll let me do it in blood. Spare a knife?”
Kyle’s hand instinctively went to his eye. Surgery had done nothing to regain sight and a scar ran across a milky eye, puckering the skin surrounding the original cut.
Milo grimaced. “Sorry, that was out of line.”
A long pause spread between them. Milo broke it. “Look, I don’t get a lot of time for visitors, so maybe we should start on that application, huh?”
Kyle nodded and started to read off the questions. He stopped at one. “‘Do you have any living relatives in case of the need of emergency contact?’ “
Milo shook his head. “Didn’t have much to begin with.”
Kyle continued with the remainder of the questions. He finished writing in the last answer and looked back up. “I need your signature on this.”
Milo called one of the guards over and briefly explained the situation. The guard nodded and told Milo to walk back to the far wall. He unlocked the parcel slot in the glass and took the application from Kyle. He pulled a pen from his pocket, notarized the document and gestured to his partner. His partner led Milo forward and grasped one of his arms. The first guard placed the pen in Milo’s hand and firmly grasped his other arm. Milo quickly signed the document and dropped the pen. The guard snatched up the pen and his partner led Milo back to the far wall. He slipped the paper back through the slot to Kyle and resumed his place beside his partner, who allowed Milo to return to the glass.
Milo picked up the receiver again. “Now, wasn’t that fun?”
“A real party. I’ll get this turned in later today.” He placed his papers back into his briefcase and readied to leave.
As Kyle began to hang up the receiver, Milo spoke to him again. “What was that?”
“I said ‘thank you’?”
“For what?”
“What do you think? For the application. It’s the second gift I’ve gotten in five years.”
“Oh? What was the first?”
“Getting to see you when I walked into the room.”
Kyle nodded acknowledgement and hung up the receiver. He turned and walked out of the room without looking back. It was all the same, as Milo didn’t want Kyle to see the tears running down his face.
Milo was prodded awake by the night nurse on Ward 8. He stirred and sat up, as was routine. The nurse bound his wrists and he noted that the binding were looser than usual. The night nurse wheeled her cart closer and pulled a vial from the case. She withdrew a syringe and injected it into the vial. She drew an indecipherable amount of the fluid into the syringe. Milo tugged at the bindings behind his back. He twisted his hands at painful angles until he finally felt the binds give from one wrist. He freed his other hand but kept his hands behind his back.
Milo’s eyes roved over the cart, scouring for the opportunity he had been waiting for. Bingo! He glanced back at the nurse, who was busy getting the appropriate dosage for his medication figured. He slowly reached out toward the tray but drew his hand back as she turned to face him.
“Good evening Milo.”
“I thought it was morning by now.”
“I don’t think so. It’s usually still night by the time I get to Ward 8.”
“Are you sure?”
The nurse sighed in annoyance. He had pulled this on her many times before, mainly for his own pleasure. She shrugged, figuring that it was little to humor the young man. And besides, he was quite attractive and this gave her more time to admire the view. She looked down to check her watch. He seized his chance and swiped an empty syringe from the tray. He slipped the syringe behind his back and pulled the plunger back.
“It’s 11: 48 pm. That’s still night. I guess I was right again.”
“I guess so. My, you are looking nice tonight ma’am.”
“Thank you Milo. Now, I need you to turn so I can give you your medication.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The nurse turned back to her tray to pick up the syringe with the medication in it. She looked around and noticed that one of the syringes was missing. She froze.
With her back still to him, the nurse asked, “Milo?”
“Yes ma’am?”
“Did you touch any of my equipment?”
“Never ma’am.”
She turned at the strange tone in his voice. She opened her mouth to speak she never had a chance to say anything. Milo hopped off of his bed leaving the gasping nurse on the floor with a syringe sticking from her throat, it’s plunger pushed in. He turned back her with a charming smile. “Did you know that a syringe full of air, when injected into the blood stream, will put an air bubble into the blood stream and will cause the heart to stop when it reaches it? Isn’t anatomy fun?” He chuckled and walked out of the ward in his nightgown.