Pain, A visit from the doctor

[Fallen888]

Adam was alone in the basement. Sitting on the stool, fidgeting, and uncomfortable. His only solace at the moment was Molly. She was laying at his feet, nuzzling her face against his foot. She quickly jumped up and skittered to the shadows when the basement door opened.

"Adam oh one." The name the doctor used for Adam. The doctor stepping down the stairs toward Adams corner. Adam shifted and squirmed on the stool. Deep set dark eyes watching the doctor intently. The doctor placed the tip of his cane down on the floor near Adams foot. Adam, fearful, recoiled his foot just a little. The doctor knew Adam very well. That being said, he knew how to hurt Adam.

Adam, and his broken mental state, had certain advantages. Most injuries, no matter how severe, caused only a minor discomfort. His feet however, seemed to hold the bulk of his sensory perception. The doctor had removed both of Adams pinky toes, a little at a time several years ago. Using pruning shears. Adam remembers that pain. Since then, Adam hasn't killed anyone, without the the doctors say so.

"I told you to stay away from her. Didn't I!?" Slamming the point of the cane down onto Adams foot. Adam cried out. Falling off the stool onto the floor. Anger and rage over powered by pain. "Didn't I!" Bashing Adams foot with the end of the cane. Adam curled up, overwhelmed, unable to defend himself.

Molly murred and ran over to Adam. Nose to nose with him as he laied curled on the floor. Writhing in agony. "Adam! Where did you get that thing?" Adam of course, couldn't answer. The doctor paused with hisi beating. Looking down at Adam and the cat. "Adam, destroy that feral beast."

(One of ...? )

[Fallen888]

It felt like the world had settled upon Adams chest, as the doctor gave that command. A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, and a knot in his throat he could barely breathe past. The doctor had given Adam many horrific tasks over the years. They paled in comparison. Tears began streaming down Adams face. Reaching out for Molly. Thumb and first finger placed around her neck.

Molly never did try and bite or scratch Adam. Eyes wide. Looking at him. In Adams mind, she seemed to say..."Adam, why?" Adam swiftly crushed the cats wind pipe and spine. Molly's death was quick, but her body and tail twinged and twitched for several moments. Her bowels and bladder emptied, and blood streamed from her nose and mouth. Adam could be a very destructive force. That thrilled the doctor.

The doctor seemed so very pleased with himself. This was a sure sign, Adam was still under complete control. Insuring Adams calling to the doctors program, the doctor began manipulating Adam.

"I told you she was bad. I told you, she would hurt you. This is all her fault. That Ninette!" He went on and on, blaming Ninette for Adams beating, and for Molly's death. Ranting and raving in a fervor. He could not have Adam making friends, or having any sort of relation. This would only be detrimental to the program.

Adam laid curled up on the floor. Thumb and finger still wrapped around Mollys neck. Pain from his beating, a mere memory compared to the pain in his heart. Never having or losing a crush. Never having lost anyone close to him, or ever having anyone close to him for that matter. Today was the worst day of Adams life...

"You stay here." The doctor commanded. Knowing full well, that would only hurt Adam further. To tell Adam, to do, nothing, was a torture in and of itself. The doctor left Adam laying on the floor with the dead cat. Taking up Adams guitar. He knew, Adam would have no way to occupy himself. Adams torment would continue.


(Two of...?)

[Fallen888]

Adam heard the sound of the basement door closing when the doctor left. Something in Adam changed just then. Adam had never before felt the pain of a broken heart, and for Adam, that was worse than any pain, he had ever issued or received. He would not stay here! He wouldn't do anything anyone said anymore.

Adam stood, Molly still locked between His thumb and finger. He carried her up the stairs, and out into the hall. Both handlers at their post at the end of the hall, saw Adam and moved toward him. Adam, slightly hobbled by the beating to his foot, moved toward the hall to the main room. Adams female handler moved in, staying smartly, just out of reach.

"Adam, please. You have to go back down. Don't let the doctor catch you up here."

Adam stayed true to his path. The male handler pulled a night stick/billy club from its ring on his belt. Used to subdue, or simply beat down a person. Adams female handler shook her head. A silent refusal of her male counterparts course of action.

Adam kept moving. Looking at the female handler. "You stay away from me." There was no arguing, that was a good idea right at this moment.
She quickly tried his reverse. "Adam, please. Come help me right now. I need your assistance in group." Adam passively refused, walking the hall to toward the main room.



(Three of...?)