Mindf u c k

“Veronica, did you hear anything I just said? Damn, you are such a space cadet sometimes, and a straight-up bitch... f'ucking cunt.” he grumbled from behind her with a twisted grin to his buds. Distracting Veronica; he knew that the last word would grab her attention. She was obviously off in one of her daydreaming-fantasy visions. Hearing him, her orbs slowly turned into thin, dark slits and a deep inhale was taken in through her flared nostrils. “For f'uck sake you d*ck-cheese! Can't I have just one second, just one without listening to your crybaby whining about.... something!” she grunted out rather harshly and threw her arms up before shuffling off in a mood-shift.

It was that time of day in the ward, patients roaming about in the activities room, doing random things. In the Wallshire institution, it would seem perfectly normal to anyone confined behind these walls, however, for an outsider; It would certainly be far from what one would consider being the norm. As was this day, never to be a normal one.

The young Veronica plopped herself down on an old, raggedy, dirty yellow sofa from the 1970s and pulled her legs up, knees to her chest as she tussled with her ratty emerald green hair in a messy bun on top of her head. A show was about to start on the only television in the place anyone was allowed to watch. Other than the devil's servants the staff of course. Had a nice big television in their break-room and Veronica was determined to smash it one day.

“No, you can't have not even one day... whore!” Dylan chuckled out from behind Veronica, up against her ear. His breath warm on her earlobe and it gave her a tingle up her spine and a cringe to her core. “Don't do that!” she laughed and grinned up at him as he walked around the back of the sofa and sat down next to her. “You're an a'sshole.” she said in a fluffy manner as she started chewing her nails. “Yeah, I know, you say it often so it must be true. What's coming on?” Dylan asked and slumped down on his cushion, arms folding across his chest. “The price is right, I think.” Veronica mumbled and squinted her eyes at the television screen. The picture was horrible and the sound was static most of the time which actually triggered her nerves.

“SHOWER, LINE UP! --MALES!”

Was announced and at a random time; it was usually closer to dinner time they did showers and here it was not even noon. Perhaps it was a special occasion, maybe the associates finally had enough of the stench.

Dylan glanced behind him, as did Veronica and he then got up and slid by her, off to stand in line. Veronica watched as he fell in like cattle waiting for the slaughter and she couldn't help but smirk at him. His attention turned to lock on her eyes and he gave her a sly wink and a brow wiggle. Making her uncomfortable...again. She shook her head no and he shook his head yes. She grinned, knowing what he was trying to say, but she would be risking her neck if she did what he wanted. Not that she would mind at all, it had been a long time and he was good at talking her into things. She shook her head no again and he reached down and grabbed himself, nodding. She laughed and fell over on the sofa, nobody else the wiser about their silent conversation.

Two lines; marching. You could hear the footsteps as the men climbed the stairs to the next floor of the institution. Veronica sat up and her vision was drawn to the ceiling, focusing on a tiny imperfection as her hearing became hyper and the footsteps of men drummed into her head. A side smile formed to her buds and she got up from the sofa, determined to complete this task given to her. Hues bounced around the room, from one orderly to the next, to the nurses behind the glass. Waiting for them to be distracted, all she needed to do was one thing; create the diversion. “Oh my god... chocolate,” she yelled and it was instant, just like she knew it would be. Three to four lunatics rushed the area she was pointing to, causing a frenzy of starving zombie-like behavior. The staff rushed in to break up the pile of psychos, not realizing there was nothing even there.

Slipping away; Veronica knew exactly where to go and how to get there. Hiding behind a large column, she made her move as soon as a nurse ran in through the double doors, dashing out into the hallway, down low she hurried up the stairs. The lines of men had moved into the open showers now and it wasn't a pretty sight. She stayed crouched down and scanned through the steam until she saw Dylan's backside. Smirking, she carefully made her way inside and found a dry corner in the back, it was dark, and no one could see her. Veronica was very quick usually and was hard to catch, many could mistake her as a thief or even a crack head... well she is a thief but not a crack head.

Peering from which no eyes could see, young Veronica concealed herself within the depths of the shadows; engulfed herself with darkness. For he was unaware, she was there, watching... and waiting; fantasizing with ivories clenched into her lower lip. She couldn't wait to see his expression when he sees she actually did it. Slowly, she moved towards him, he was just a few feet away. His nude body standing beneath the cascading stream of the shower. The water hot, steam vapor rising from his muscular shoulders. She painted her petals with her warm, wet tongue and her heart began to race as she approached. Her back against the cold tile wall, just on the other side he was there, she was nervous. What a strange feeling for her to have, it was not a common occurrence. Waiting a moment; getting the guts, her nipples becoming erect, goosebumps forming upon her dermis, all over her body. She took a deep breath and reached, grabbing his hand and yanking him around and against her. His smile as he realized it was her. Priceless, she will never forget that handsome and surprised smile of his. Instant reaction; his mitts upon her ass and his lips pressed urgently against hers. A kiss shared, tongues going wild in need of each others dance. He pulled at her jumpsuit and got her out of it as soon as he could, no time to waste, they only had so many minutes. They took advantage of the time and he was deep within her within seconds; her lifted, back to the tile wall, legs wrapped around him. His wet lips roaming up and down her neck, under her ear, whispering. “You're such a bad girl. F'uck.” he groaned and a slight moan escaped her. She tried to keep it quiet but couldn't, they only had a few more minutes and she wanted it to go on and on forever.

“What a whore, I knew it.” said the fat man everyone called Bruno. He had heard Veronica and came to investigate. “How about you hand her over to me young blood and let me have a turn with the wench.” he cackled loudly, pulling on himself, masturbating. Dylan stopped and put Veronica down and without warning, nailed Bruno in the jaw with his fist. Veronica's mouth dropped open, she knew it was on now. “Oh sh*t!!” she hollered out as Dylan began roughing Bruno up; however, he wasn't much of a match for big ole Bruno and he was starting to choke Dylan out. Veronica's expression turned to both fear and anger. She didn't even think about it, just jumped on his back and clamped down on his ear with her ivories. Bruno screamed from the sudden pain and released his grip on Dylan, but it was too late; shank pulled from her hiding spot in her hair and jammed into the side of his neck. She made sure to hit that sweet spot and ripped the blade forward and then backward. His fresh blood spraying out in pulsating jolts and landing upon the tiled walls and floor. Mixing with the puddles of water that pooled and streamed into the many drains.

Veronica got down from Bruno's back, she hid her blade quickly and stepped back, kneeling down next to Dylan on the ground. “Are you okay?” she asked, then --STICK, PLUNGE! [Haldol]

“Wait... Wait... No!” she whined as she blacked out from the injection.

“Take her to room #101, she gets a week, and what of Bruno?” asked the Director. “He is dead sir.” replied an orderly that was pumping on Bruno's chest, doing CPR. “Good... throw Dylan in #101B, he gets a month. I'm late for lunch with the wife, clean this s'hit up.”

Guess it was a special occasion after all.