Written by Veluan,Mon Sep 7 11:55:08 US/Pacific 1998
Part 13
"So, you would like to visit...someone." the voice repeated.
"Yes."
The opening closed again it was silent for a moment, but then the heavy door opened and revealed a thin man, he was bold on top and had small glasses. Mack walked in before the man could say a thing.
"I'll go ask if you're allowed to see anyone. Stay put!"
Mack looked at the nametag.
"Okay, Phil." he said smiling.
Phil Rooney grumbled and walked away. Mack looked around. He saw a small floor-plan, he searched for something and found it. He ran down a hall. He stopped and looked at a door. Administrations it said on a small plate on the wall. Mack listened at the door, he heared nothing and opened the door. The room was dark and the light from the hall gave it a sober look. Mack opened a cabinet. His eyes flew over the drawers, Firebrow didn't know about the woodwonderer so it must have happened not too long ago.
Mack opened a drawer with the patient-files. So the map should look rather new and not too full. Luckily there weren't a lot of patients, a small town has few looneys. There were too maps that looked new. Mack grabbed on of them. He browsed through it, nothing that looked like the woodwonderer. Mack took the second one.
Mack closed the file and shut the cabinet. He walked out of the room and closed the door.
"What are you doing there?" Phil Rooney asked angry.
"I.." Mack thought quickly "I was looking for the toilet." he smiled "Well it ain't here." he added.
"Who did you want to see?" Phil rumbled.
"Fred Gacey."
Phil Rooney's left eyed winched for a moment.
"Why?"
"Um, I study psychology.", too far fetched Mack thought.
"Okay. Follow me." Okay, so not too far fetched Mack thought and followed Phil.
Phil stopped at a cell. A man was looking at the door. Mack looked around. A man was grinning, he looked at Mack from across the room. "Hehehe,you wanna die? You wanna die, boy? Hehehe." Mack looked at the cell in front of him, Phil Rooney walked in and talked to the man inside. Mack walked in too.
Fred looked at Phil who was talking to him. About a boy. Fred thought, this boy wasn't studying psychology, there wasn't a university near St-Francis. The boy was researching something, but he must be careful, he couldn't give sane answers, Phil was watching, sane answers could mean a very short stay in the asylum and a very long stay underground, literally.
The boy entered. "Hi." the boy said.
"Why, hello." Fred replied.
"Can I ask you a couple of questions?" the boy asked.
"I'm sure you can, but I will answer when I like."
The boy thought for a bit. "How did you end up here?" Fred smiled.
"In a bus, hah."
"Why did they take you?"
Fred stood up "Because they knew I knew about the negro gold, because I found the gold."
"Who are they?" Phil looked suspiciously at the boy. ,P. "Psychology stuff." the boy said to Phil. ,p. Fred walked towards the boy. "They? They! They know! But I know too. They! The devils, the dark ones, the evil!"
Fred grabbed Mack and screamed. ,P. "Asked enough?" Phil said slowly.
Fred ran to nearest corner and curled up like a wounded animal. With his eyes he looked at Mack and winked. Then he looked at the window. Fred pointed all his fingers up, closed them all and pointed two fingers up again. Mack saw it, but Phil didn't. Phil pushed Mack out of the cell and closed the door. Silently Mack walked out of the asylum. The door slammed shut. Mack felt scared and he didn't want anything to do with the shadow anymore, silently he walked towards Firebrows cottage.
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