It's All About The Trust Factor

[hannah]

I just had an inspiring moment while watching this movie last night, so I thought I'd go with it and write up a story! So I'm hoping it isn't awful, and if it is, please let me know!

Somewhat summary: Dr. Crane is head of Arkham, and when three new patients are placed into his care, he relishes the joy of new test subjects. But what happens when one's mind is too strong for fear and his whole experiment comes crashing down on him from one simple girl? And for some lousy emotions?

CHAPTER 1--A Library?
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"Calm down girl!" A voice boomed through her haunting dream.

Her eyes shot open.

Dr. Valdez.

If he's here, something important must be going on. He hardly ever visits me anymore.

"Dr.?" She questioned slowly, eyes adjusting to the intensity of the white cell.

"Yes, we're evacuating patients and I need you and a few others to be on your way already to your new home." The doctor informed her quickly.

"Wait. Where am I going? And why?"

"Andrea, I don't have time to explain this to every single patient who asks me that."

"But what about every sane person?" Andrea tried, a smile crossing the both of their lips.

Dr. Valdez was an older man, gray hairs decoratting his head in places, and dark brown eyes that held sympathy and concern for his patients.

"Alright, they're closing down this assylum for a library. All the patients are being removed, and you're one of the lucky few who get to go to Arkham."

"Arkham?!" Andrea nearly screamed, "But that's for the criminally insane! I'm not even INsane, let alone a criminal!"

"Shh! Now Mary is going to lead you to the van that's going to be taking you and two other lucky patients to the lovely Arkham." Dr. Valdez told her.

Her face went grave, "Dr. I'm not insane, you know that yourself!"

"After your suicide attempts in here from the very beginning, the government has reason to believe you are."

"For god's sakes! I'm twenty-fricken two! I haven't stepped a foot outside of this place since I was eighteen! Why am I being held in an assylum for so long?!" Andrea mused in anger to her former doctor.

He looked at her sympathetically.

"Just trust me, you'll enjoy your stay at Arkham. Mary, please show her to the van."

"That's it?! Trust you!? Just TRUST you that I'll enjoy it there, rotting away what is entirely a SANE mind?!"

The nurse grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the cell. Practically dragging the young girl by her arm, Mary opened the front door of the assylum.

Glittered in the sun's light, for what Andrea believed would be the last time she would ever feel its warmth directly on her skin, a tear dripped down her face.

It was all about trust, she realized. The whole time, her doctor had always told her to trust him. And while she was still in his immediate care, she did. But now, she had been betrayed by one of the only people who had befriended her, one of the few who she had placed trust in.

One of the last she vowed she ever would.

[hannah]

Okay, and now I will continue on! I hope this part is not boring!

CHAPTER 2--I Never Said I Would Go Easily
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Eyes averted to the ground, she was dragged toward Arkham by a guard, as were the other two patients, who were more fit for this place then she was.

"Stop struggling." Her guard spat at her.

Instantly she stopped walking, causing her guard to nearly drop to the ground.

He spun around in her direction, offering her a swift backhand. Instantly she reached out her hand and caught his in her right. Smirking, she heard a voice from the entrance of the large, evil looking structure in front of her.

"That's enough." A cool, yet intimadting voice rang out.

Obviously to her guard it wasn't, and he intensley drew back his fist and rammed it into Andrea's smirking lips.

Blood began to seep down her chin, a single tear threatened its escape from her left eye.

"Craig! I said that's enough!" The intimadting voice shot out from behind the large, burly man now.

The guard, Craig, dropped her arm with strong distaste, and forced his way past the man who had been behind him.

Andrea was shocked to see how much smaller and even weaker this man was, yet he gave out orders so easily followed.

Well, easily to a point.

"Hello there, I guess that wasn't much of a good first impression on your first day now was it." The man asked, his blindingly gorgeous blue eyes alight.

She merely let out a grunt at his false efforts of being gentlemanly. "Apparently not."

He c*cked his head to the side a bit and studied her expression.

"You don't seem to enthralled about being here." He finally said matter of factly.

"Oh you're good." Andrea sarcastically bit back.

The man in front of her let out a hauntingly gorgeous smile at her come back.

"I'm Dr. Jonathon Crane. Dr. Valdez told me personally about you."

"How do you know that I'm the one he told you about. You don't even know my name."

"You are Andrea, are you not? By that little scene that just occured, I would've only assumed by his descriptions of you." Crane said.

She eyed him suspiciously now, "What'd he say about me?"

"You were his best patient, one of the more sane. Said he always thought you were making progress, but you were still a danger to yourself. He hoped I could help, which is why you weren't sent to another assylum." Crane explained.

Andrea nodded slightly, averting her eyes down to his suit. She raised an eyebrow questioningly at his attire.

"It's definately more professional than jeans and a tee shirt." He said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

She merely shrugged and licked the blood that was lazily dripping into her mouth.

"Let's get that cleaned up now, shall we?" He asked, placing a hand on the middle of her back and guiding her inside, into the entirely white building.

He brought her to a nurses' station, where a woman quickly looked over her lip and gave her an ice pack to stop the bleeding. Minutes later, she was being guided down a long corrider to her new cell.

"We will be having our first session this afternoon. To make things more comfortable for you, I'll bring you lunch in here, and we can talk then."

She only nodded and looked around at the plain white walls and almost empty room.

What can I possibly do here? It's so...blah.


Hours passed as Andrea kept her eyes on the wall of her room.

"Hungry?" A voice asked, causing her to unexpectedly jump.

She whipped around in order to see Dr. Crane standing at the entrance with a tray of what looked like a sandwhich and some water.

He set the tray down on her bed where she eyed him as he walked a few feet back and leaned against the wall. He kept his studying gaze on her.

Her eyes soon looked down at the food placed in front of her. Carefully picking up the top piece of the sandwhich and inspecting it, she noticed the food seemed safe.

"Not like I'm going to poison you." Dr. Crane let out with a grin.

She looked back up at him.

"And I would know that how?" She asked back.

"You know, I never remembered Dr. Valdez saying you were a sarcastic young woman."

She shivered at his comment.

"When did he have all this time to tell you about me?" Andrea questioned as she took a bite of her sandwhich.

"He was planning on sending you here for a while now. He recently must of had the nerve to finally do it."

"Cause they're turning the Ortell assylum into a library?"

His eyebrows furrowed and he looked confused, "No, where'd you hear that at?"

"That's what he said. He said that he was evacuating patients because-" She stopped mid-sentence.

He had lied to her.

"Ahh, quite the tricky one he is. Never spoke much a word of truth I thought."

Andrea's heart fell, the man who befriended her was now caught in a new reason to not be trusted.

"So, let's start with something more simple. Why were you originally locked up?" Dr. Crane asked as he walked over and sat at the edge of her bed.

"Oh, so your pal Valdez not tell you anymore than how much of a good patient I was?"

"Can I call you Andy?" Dr. Crane asked, his eyes showing pure amusement now.

She glared at him and how seemingly uneffected by her anger he was.

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Andy!lol

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