//------------------------------// // session 02 // Story: Tightening of the screw // by MidnightFMare //------------------------------// I sit up in my hospital-issued bed, a thin sheet having been discarded in my sleep and a flat pillow stuck under one of my hind legs. But strangely enough, one of the most restful sleeps in the past week, this day being my first full day of work here. I stretch on the bed, my joints popping as they set back in from my usually active sleep and I look in the small mirror on the back of my door. I notice several feathers out of place, but my hair is as unkempt as usual so I fix my wings, yawn, and head out "Lesse... First stop..." Name: Image, Mirror AKA: Narcissus Condition: Murderous desires towards anything not an exact replica or likeness of herself Doctor: Wrangler Alka Hest "... What?" Background: A mare born with a twin sister, they did everything together in perfect sync. When her sister, Mirror Reflection, died from accidental food poisoning; It shattered her psyche to the point that she ordered a whole room made of mirrors be made. this was shortly after she maimed and disfigured the chef who prepared the fatal meal into a similar likeness of herself. I turn the page and gag. There were photos of the scene. Several large blood spatters, smashed dishes, crushed food and bloody, twisted cutlery adorned a few, ending with a super-imposed image of the chef and herself, the similarities between the bloody mess and the frowning patient's picture are subtle but the crudely broken bones and torn tendons are similar to her own at the time according to this report Swallowing my rising bile, I read the next page The chef was alive when her parents, having been notified that she had been seen going to the resturaunt while they were attending to funeral arrangements. A nearby psychiatrist gave her a mirror after she started to talk about how she had her sister back to the disfigured chef. His notes are included below: The young filly has apparently undergone a perfection-searching psychosis. When her sister died, she completely lost all mental restraint and desires to have her sister back. As I have spoken to her by using the mirror I gave her and a reflection control spell, she has agreed that she be placed in a mirror-room like the fabled mad mare "Narcissus". While the doctor was correct, she has attacked anypony who enters her room so the building engineer decided to have a similar room built underground with basic ammenities. This has worked out, along with the magical transportation of food and a call buzzer in case she is in need of anything. She refuses all medication and thus it is put in her food to keep her docile "Ooooohhhh... I don't think I can take this everyday..." I throw my trash down the trash chute and head for the stairs (Several minutes later) "Hello?" I call into the microphone, looking through the one-way glass mirror Something shuffles under the covers of the bed, when a perfectly-groomed light pink mare with scarlet eyes and a long, red, pink, and crimson mane sits up, and looks at me (well, the mirror) "Good morning" she yawns, trotting to the center of the room after smiling at herself in the mirror "Are you new?" "First full day here" I reply, finding this to be easier than expected "Hm... Do you like mirrors?" she asks yawning again "Honestly? I do not trust them; I beleive that if you spend too much time looking in a mirror, the mirror image will come out of it and push you into the mirror in it's place. Or it kills you" I reply, settling down "Then what does that make me?" she smirks, when then I sense a murderous vibe from her I shrug "I don't know. You appear to be symetric and this is the first time I've seen you" She smirks without the vibe "I like you, you seem to know all the right answers. Reading from the notes?" "No, making my own" I reply, knowing what she is about to say "Oh? That's different. Wrangler seemed to like trying to dissect my mind, but always gave up after a few questions" she shivers "Cold?" I ask, trying to find a thermostat "A little, yes, but I find the cold staves off the effects of the drugs" she replies, wrapping a sheet around herself "Well, don't worry, From what I've seen, you do not need them... except the vitamin D and C supplements for being underground" I say, making a note "Really? Are sure the medicine isn't why I am acting this way?" she chuckles, stepping closer to the window "Yes, I can see it in your eyes that while it may be unlikely I will be able to release you for your and everyponyelse's safety. The medication is making you miserable and I can't stand that" I reply "... I almost beleive you, but, we're too smart for that, aren't we sis?" she looks at the mirror and motions for me to leave (Back aboveground) Notes: Very kind, if cold (litterally and figuratively) and not very trusting. Remove the medication from her diet and attempt to speak to her again later. Overall evaluation: In need of a friend along with her sister's company I sigh and go to eat breakfast (hopefully once today) (Later in the centeral ward) "Might as well check up on Screw- By luna's craters!" I gasp, my wings flaring up A guard looks up from pinning her onto her back "Oh, are you the new med guy? Sorry but you need to wait your tur-UNGH!" I punch the guard in the face and he falls over, while Screwloose cowers behind me, sniffling "WHAT THE BUCK?! If you couldn't wait you could've ask- GRAH!" I punch his gut, the cloth bite armor doing nothing but hinder his movements "I will tell you this once, and only once; You touch any of the patients here and I swear on Luna's crown I will hunt each and everyone of you bits of bacteria down and annihilate each and every one of you. Now go tell your colleagues this and do it fast. Go. NOW" I command, the stallion limping away "MOVE IT!!" I look down at Screwloose and she shrinks away, obviously frightened Sighing, I leave to buy some items of importance "What a day... What a bucking day..."