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Dr. Stein's Insanity
Stein took a heavy suck from his methol heavily, his eyes hidden by the glare on his glasses portrayed off of his computer. He let out a swift blow, letting out the smoke into the already smogged room, you could barely see a foot in front of you due to all the smoking he had been doing, and reached up to grasp the screw that was lodged into his head. He turned it slowly...
Click. Click. Click...
Give in, Stein...
His eyes eyes widened, pupils shrinking dramatically. Surely, it was just his imagination. Yes, his mind is playing tricks on him. That's what he deserved for being absent from the DWMA due to silly reasons. Headaches, hallucinations, outbursts, uncontrollable blurts and muscles spasms. He had that his whole life, it was nothing new. At least, that's what he continously told himself. Stein took another drag of the drug, adjusting his hand from his screw to his hair, tangling his fingers with his gray locks.
'No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness'... You said it yourself...
Dr. Stein slowly stood from his rolling chair, swept away from his computer, and stepped into the bathroom. All his movements were extremely slow, why, he hadn't an idea, but it was true. Finally reaching the bathroom, he grasped the edges of the sink and hung his head, letting the methol carelessly drop out of his lips and drop into the white sink,where it exploded with tiny sparks, but continued to flame slightly. He eyed this process like he would a specimen. Ignoring the methol, Stein turned on the water, making it a warm tempature, then soaked his hands with the running liquid, and rubbed his scarred face with his damp palms, especially his eyes.
"Do you really think... that I would ever let you go?"
His eyes shot open once again, his eyes dropping back down to the edges of his sink. That was definately not his crazed imagination. It was a cyrstal clear, male voice, and quite familiar; in fact, he knew exactly who it was, and where it was coming from. Hastily, Dr. Stein lifted his head, and averted his eyes to the very figure that he had known was there. The Kishin. He appeared diffrently than the other frequant visits he gotten from Asura. Usually, the images flashed swiftly, only lasting seconds in till he managed to get a hold of himself, and only appeared as his three, sharp, vertical eyes. Now, he was in his human form, from the hips up. The Kishin's face, all except for his mouth and chin, were wrapped tightly in a white cloth, and though they were covered, his three red, skinny, vertical eyes shined brightly on the wrappings. His-- if he truly was a 'he'-- torso was nearly bare, except the same cloth wrapped around his breasts while one strip went over his left shoulder, and connected with the same wrapping, but upon his back instead. As if he hadn't ate in many days, his bones were perfectly visible upon his skin. Dr. Stein didn't make a move, not even with his eyes, that were targeted on Asura's.
"Do you think I'd ever set you free? If you do, I'm sad to say, it simply isn't so. You will never get away from me."
Now, the doctor began to shake, barely, yet the Kishin's could dight it with ease, emanating him to grin with sickening teeth that were spaced out, square, and absolutely nauseating to glance at for more than a few seconds. Stein's eyes began to shake just like his body as he spoke back,
"All that you are is a face in the mirror; I close my eyes and you disappear."
"I'm what you face when you face in the mirror. Long as you live, I will still be here!"
His head began to pound like it always did when he got these flashes of Asura, the very definition of madness.
"All that you are is the end of a nightmare, all that you are is a dying scream. After tonight, I shall end this demon dream!"
"This is not a dream, my friend - and it will never end! This one is the nightmare that goes on!"
The pounding intesified to quite the level of pain, causing Dr. Stein's body to tremble terribly, as if he was a lost orphan in a snowstorm without shelter, without warmth. His fingers clutched the sink.
"I'm here to stay - no matter what you may pretend, and I'll flourish, long after you're gone!" The Kishin continued.
"Soon you will die, and my memories will hide you! You can not choose, but to lose control."
"You can't control me, I live deep inside you! Each day, you'll feel me devour your soul!"
"I don't need to survive, as you need me! I'll become whole as you dance with Death! And I'll rejoice as you breathe your final breath!"
Too much for the full grown man, Stein grabbed each side of his head tightly, trying to end the excruciating pounding. It was pure agony. Damn it, just shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up, damn it, and end this pain! He thought.
The Kishin grinned horribly once he saw Stein's agony. "I'll live inside you forever,"
"No!" Stein rocked his head forward and backward, enough till his whole body rocked as well, while his eyes tightly closed and his teeth clenched. He also shook terribly.
"with Satan, himself, by my side!"
"And I know that, now and forever... They'll never be able to separate me from you!"
Scraping his teeth, yet still clawing at his head, Stein opened his eyes widely, revealing his pupils were barely visible, and his iris trembled along with his body. He was panicking. Asura was destroying his sanity, his soul, with every word he spoke. He would soon be overwhelmed, and right after, controlled. He had to fight back, he couldn't let the insanity win. But how could he, when fear was his setting in that moment? He felt nothing else, but extreme terror.
"Can't you see? It's over now, it's time to die!" Stein demanded frantically.
"No, not I, but only you!"
"If I die, you die, too!"
"You'll die in me, I'll be you!"
"Damn you, Kishin! Set me free!"
"Can't you see," With a sickening grin on his face, Asura suddenly grew a screw, just like Stein's, that impaled his cranium as he tore off the bandages over his face. It revealed his features. "you are me!"
Dr. Stein's pounded intensified to a point where it felt like he had used his own Soul Force, his Double-Palm Lightining attack, upon his own head and fried his brain. He was forced away from the mirror, tightening his contriction on his head as he collapsed to the floor and scrambled into the corner of the restroom. The Kishin was truly him. It was all in correct formation; his eyes, his stitch, his grin, everything was in perfect alignment with the original. That only made it all the more shocking. Stein rocked back and forth against the wall, clutching and claw at his skull, as if that would end the stabbing sensation in his brain.
"No! Deep inside-!"
"I am you! You are the Kishin!"
"No - never!"
"Yes - forever!"
"God damn you, Kishin! Take all your evil deeds and rot in Hell!"
"I'll see you there, Stein."
And when he felt his head about to burst, the doctor arubtly stopped. Stopped rocking, stopped trembling, stopped clutching; even his breath seemed to cease. Dr. Stein leaned back silently, his eyes hidden by his glasses and the shadows that his gray hair portrayed, and he had no expression to read upon his lips anymore. It seemed to all relax. Slowly, his hands dropped to his sides. All was silent and still, for Stein only slumped against the wall with his head lowered, and one leg lazily leaning up. Though, after many minutes, the man slowly raised his head up. He was grinning.
Not one of those grins that you put on when one teases another, nor when you are caught up in an awkward or nervous situation. No, this was the grin of a mad man. The teeth behind his lips were large and menacing, sharp and pointed. His mouth seemed to stretch across his cheeks and all the way to his ears, and his eyes gleamed and and twitched; still, his pupils had nearly disappeared. He stood, cackling madly to himself, and clumsily stumbled over his own foot and collapsed, but caught himself on his sink. Stein's fingers twitched as his insane laughter rose, and he lifted himself on wobbling knees. "No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness, afterall!" Stein stumbled again, but repeated his actions by catching himself by the sink and raising himself up, this time reaching his shaking hand over the faucet to grasp a metal scapel on the edge, then bring it to his face to examine it, his grin growing worse.
"Ha! H-ha! Fear? Wh-what is that!?"
It was no use for the doctor to fight back then. He was too far gone, the insanity had took him over, and erased any common sense or fear. He just had to sit back and wait till the madness would weaken, and then he would escape. As long as no would--
Then he heard the doors to his labratory creak open. "Dr. Stein? I'm back." The doors closed.
Oh no, Stein's sanity gasped. Ms. Marie is here.
Meanwhile, Dr. Stein's insanity laughed miliciously at the sound of the one-eyed teacher, then lifted his scapel to the mirror, and began to scratch eerie letters upon the glass. The noise that the metal and glass made when they clashed was surely agonizing and horribly irratating to the ears, but Dr. Stein wasn't at all moved by the screetching screams.
"Stein? Is that you?" No, Marie, no! Don't come to me, please!
When he had finished, Stein's head cocked to the side, his grin never fading, his pupils small and shaking along with his hands, as he backed his scapel away from the mirror. It read 'It's dissection time!', and was written in straight lines, never curving, all letters written in capitals. His sanity deep within dreaded what would happen next as his body uncontrollably turned around with robotic movements and with his scapel at his sides. He was laughing still, but it had died down to a mad chuckle. "Yeessss, Marieeee," his voice had changed; no longer was it low, but now slightly pitched highly and with his tone she should have known he had lost his conciousness. But no, she continued to search for him, blindly, through the fog of his smoke and darkness of the room. In till, she reached the bathroom door.
Damn it, Marie, don't open the door!
No matter how loud his concious screamed, he knew Ms. Marie would never hear his cries. So, as she turned the knob and let the door slowly, eerily, creak open, his sanity collapsed, unable to watch himself. His insanity's grin worsened to it's full potential, in which emanated Marie to gasp and take a step back. "Stein?..." Her yellow eye was open wide and trembled, terrified she was of the doctor's twisted expression. "Ah, Marie, your home," Dr. Stein cackled. "your just in time for the operation! So, where should I make the first incision!?" And with those last words, he thrusted forward, laughing madly, scapel aimed directly at her heart.