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[theinkycorner]

How My Piano Moved (270)

"More emotion! One two three four, one two three four… There we go!”

Mrs. Kim tapped her fingers against the piano, keeping time while I struggled to keep up.

Chopin’s Nocturne in C Sharp Minor, released in an opus posthumously.

I mean, I had piano lessons weekly, practiced like crazy for an hour each day, and I still couldn’t get those note slides. Have you ever seen them? They’re impossible.

Still, I have pretty slender fingers (for a guy, according to Mrs. Kim), so it makes it easier for me to play scales if my finger isn’t the width of two keys. Even if those scales are 37 notes within the span of, what, three seconds? So incredibly fun. Somehow, the only way I can keep forcing myself to try is because of Mrs. Kim, partly because she scares me, and partly because she’s nice.

Mrs. Kim, my piano teacher, is super sweet, and super talented, and super nice, and super-everythinggoodandholy. But when she starts going Fantasie Impromptu on your ass because you didn’t practice is when she turns very, very scary in a way you wouldn’t expect out of a five foot two, middle-aged Korean lady. Then you start wanting to get on the floor and apologize. She’s very forgiving most of the time. 

So. I was in the studio on a very nice Tuesday afternoon. I only remember the day because…some freaky shit happened that day. You would remember too if—

[tell the story in order, idiot]

Thanks for boosting my self-confidence! Golly, I feel so great now!

[…]

Fine, I’ll tell the story. I finished up with Mrs. Kim, got a lecture on practicing a bit more, said goodbye, and was about to walk home.

Then the freaky shit happened. It went down. It hit the fan.

[details, please]

I am being incredibly detailed on how the shit happened. What do you mean, “details please”?

[…Sean, seriously. you’re going to want a record of this later. do it now.]

Okay. So, basically, I was picking up a ice cream shake because why not? I was about to leave the store, with my intact ice cream shake, when suddenly this old man comes flying up to me. This dude looked like a total tourist, with a big, floppy hat and a large camera. Had a terrible sunburn on his nose too. Skin peeling off and everything. Disgusting.

He comes flying up, and I was about to take a sip of my lovely ice cream shake when he knocks it out of my hand to the ground.

I was furious, of course. Before I had the chance to say anything, he grabbed my arm with a grip so tight I thought my arm was going to break.

He started saying some really disturbing things, like, ‘you’re in the wrong territory’, and ‘your scent is very strong’, and, most disturbingly, ‘what do your wings look like’, so I freaked the fuck out. Justifiably.

Smacked him with my bag of piano books and ran, forgetting that ice cream shake on the floor. Biggest regret of my life.

[what, running?]

No, leaving that shake alone. Yes, I meant running. Something hit the back of my head, and I conked out. Head-first.

Next thing I knew, I woke up in some kind of tank, filled with liquid. I could breathe, sure. I still freaked out and tried to rip off the oxygen mask which was a bad, bad idea. Got conked out again, only I don’t know what. Only thing I saw was Halston over there, who’s recording this whole thing and been making snide comments. He looked worried, which is was the first and last time I ever saw him that way.

Woke up again, which I know sounds repetitive. But, woke up, this time on land, and Halston was there again, looking annoyed. Then, he just kind of… turned my whole world upside down. Apparently he has a recording of the conversation, so have at it.

[June 7, 20XX]

[Room B824]

So, you’ve woken up. My name is Lance Halston, and I’m your counselor of sorts.

Of what? From having some crazy old guy hit me?

In a sense. Have your parents not explained anything to you?

…They’re divorced. I’m a normal kid, we’re a normal family. This is the only thing that’s ever happened that I would need counseling on. You probably should’ve known that, counselor.

I see. In that case, I’ll be blunt with you. You’re wrong. You are a magical being, an oddity, a rarity. There aren’t many of you, and the ones in the US are tracked by the government. Normally, you don’t cause that much trouble, and then stuff like this happens.

Wait, so I can, like, make a building blow up? With magic?

If that’s how your magical power manifests itself.

[i’m pausing the video real quick to add this in: ask yourself, why was the first question you asked related to violence?]

[I was sixteen! My hobbies were playing gun games and blowing things up]

Magical… power? You’re shitting me, that’s actually a thing?

It is.

Are you sure? This seems surreal. This isn’t a prank or something, right? This isn’t an elaborate version of America’s Funniest Videos?

This is a hundred percent real, Mr. Thomas Fields. You are a magical being, although what kind remains yet to be seen. That’s why I’m also here to tell you of your immediate transferral to a special institute suited to take care of you and safely house you—

Whoa! No, I’m not moving to some fancy school! I have a life! My friends? Family?

You could potentially kill your friends if you don’t know what your power is. It’s a miracle that you haven’t. Your family, on the other hand, is clearly irresponsible and negligent for not informing a young magical being of their power. And… I regret to say this, but they seem to have vanished.

…

You don’t seem surprised, Mr. Fields.

Not much. I mean, they paid for my education and everything, but it’s not like they were around much. Like I said, I’m a normal kid.

I see. Were they the ones who told you that?

…

Your parents, Mr. Fields, lied to you. Do you have any objections now?

Yeah. My piano, it’s at my house. You can’t expect me to just leave it there. You can diss everything else, but I’m not leaving my piano behind.

Mr. Fields, the institute is in Southern California. You live in Florida. Do you mean to tell me that you want us to move the piano across the continental US?

Yes.

[the recording ended, Thomas]

Thanks, Halston. Anyways, that’s how I ended up here, in ridiculously nice Southern California. People are very relaxed in the area I live in. And the institute is just a bunch of kids fooling around with their powers, while I haven’t even found mine yet.

Maybe I’ll find it soon.

For now, I guess have to go practice piano. I finally got the first note slide down.

[theinkycorner]

Lies (#74)

Leanor was humming her favourite song while she was ordering her father's desk. Paul's desk was always a mesh, chaos ruled his papers. She always  wondered how he could run one of the most prominent shipping companies of the world. But she never complaint too much, his chaotic office meant that she could find a good reason to mesh with his staff and learn more about his business.  Paul never included her in his dealings. He always treated her like a lady; she had the best jewels, dresses, shoes and accessories.  At twenty six Leanor was driving her own mazeratti. But this also meant that she was excluded from the board of directors of the company. That honor belonged to her older brother. Steven was the golden boy; a year older than her, had finished his studies at IMT, first of his class. With his easy manners and charming grace he was everybody's favourite man. It was obvious that he would be the next director of the company.  Leanor's blood boiled at the thought of her blood brother. Each time she imagined his smile with dimples and the shining blue eyes she wanted to scream. It was so unfair that he got to be involved in everything.

She was at least as clever as him if not more. She had studied too and had a PhD in economics. She wanted to be involved but they didn't let her. Because she was a woman.                                                                  Fury arose within her. She swept the remaining papers with her hand. Immediately she regretted it. Now she had created a greater mesh than before. With a sigh she started picking up the papers when her eye caught a small envelope.  It was still close and she would think about it a second time if she hadn't partially read the sender: DNA Inc. Why would her father order a DNA test?

 Quickly she tore it open and read the letter. A malevolent smile appeared on her face when she understood the content. Leanor tucked the envelope into her pocket and exited Paul's office. She headed towards her grandfather's house. Now they would see if her brother would be the golden boy. Because her grandfather was adamant when she left the company to her son: only blood of his blood could be involved in directing his company. What will he say when he will learn Steven is not her father's son?

[theinkycorner]

Ideas for asylums

“Where are you?” the voice said

I sit up slowly and look around the small empty room and look to an empty desk that had a journal lying on it.

“I honestly don’t know” I said as I took the thin sheet off and stepped onto the cold ground. I went to the desk and gently ran a finger over the journal and said, “Last night I was working and then I just drifted off to sleep in an empty room.”

“Sho… yeah I kind of got a second job at the hospital.” I said slowly.

“Ok who are you working with?” the voice asked seriously.

I bit my lip and said, “I’m working under doctor Rowland on the fifth floor.”

“He worked in the west wing. You seriously fell asleep in the freaking west wing. Get your ass out of there now so help your god…” he started to yell on the phone but I clicked it off before he could continue his rant.

I quickly grabbed the journal and ran out of the room. As I ran I tried to see if I could hear any of the other patients but it was silent. This made me a little more nervous and I ran faster to the elevator. I pressed the button multiple times praying to whatever god was up there the elevator would hurry up cause now the bad vibes were coming.

I started to hyper ventilate horribly and leaned against the wall. I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths. When I opened them again I was looking at the nurse station. I saw a gun lying on the counter. I shivered cause I recognized it. I couldn’t help myself as I slowly walked toward it and picked it up.

I could feel the heaviness in it. I looked to the ground beside me and saw a slumped body lying against it.

“Seth.” I choked out.

Seth’s head moved in her direction and he tried to mouth something to me but coughed out blood instead. I knelt down beside him and used my hand to close his eyes cause I had a guilty feeling of what was about to happen. She rose up and pointed the gun in front of her aimed at the empty hallway.

“Don’t do it birdie.” A voice whispered in her ear.

“Do what?” she whispered back.

“Shoot him. Don’t you want to be free to fly away from here.” The voice whispered.

I could feel the gun moving out of my hands and into the hands of another.

“Yes I don’t want to be here.” I replied and let the gun go.

“Good girl. Now get out of here.” The voice finished.

I felt a light push toward the elevator. I didn’t want to turn around I had seen enough to know what could have happened there. I saw the elevator door open and ran toward it. I threw myself in and immediately pressed the ground floor. I heard the sound of a gun go off. I decided to looked through the closing door and saw a man with shaggy brown hair look at her and pointed the gun toward me and fired.

“I need more bandages to wrap this up.” A voice said above her. I opened up my eyes and saw Stu trying to bandage up my abdomen.

“How did I…” I trailed off and winced as he wrapped the bandages tighter.

He sighed and said, “The Nuva brothers were watching the monitors and saw you lying unconscious in the first floor lobby. When I managed to get to get there you were in critical condition. Now you are stable and we are just trying to wrap your bandages.”

I bit my lip and asked, “I’m sorry I should have told you.”

“Hey now is not the time or the place to talk.” He said as he finished bandaging her. “Now get some rest we will have a long talk later.”

I sighed and nodded and watched as he walked out of the door.

I pouted and then snuggled into the bed ready for a non-relaxing duration of my hospital stay.

A few hours later I woke up and saw that they had left my cloths and the journal in the room.

I looked around the room trying to pick out the spots that would have cameras monitored by the security team. Then I turned to look at the clock and saw that it would now fall under the brother Rhodes watch. I knew that they wouldn’t tell on me if I left the room. I knew that they didn’t like him and would love to have him catch a heart attack at any moment.

I picked up the journal and saw a title that ready daily observations in the cuckoo nest. I smiled a bit and then flipped through it. I saw what it said about some doctors called super Canton and Matthews. She flipped through and stopped at a page about Dr. Seth Rowland. She looked at the year and then read the name under his. Assistant Rae Rye (lil Birdie).

“How did you…” she mumbled.

She then heard a knock on the door and she scrambled to her bed.

“Come in.” she called

She saw the door open and Stu walk inside with Dr. Riley behind him.

“We have to talk.” Stu said and pulled a chair up.

“Ok.” I said and looked at him expectantly. I hadn’t seen him this serious since the day he told me to never enter the west wing.

“You used to work here back in 2004 under Dr. Seth Rowland until there was a full blown assult. There was the leader of a deadly gang in the asylum and they wanted to free him. They came in and started to kill random people and anyone who stood in their way.”

“That explains yuki the girl on the third floor. She was there wasn’t she.” I said.

“Yes.” Stu said. “But there is more to it than that…” here he paused and looked at Steven.

Steven sighed and said, “That necklace I gave that to you two years before that. I suppose you haven’t even tried to open it.”

“Umm…” she trailed off and said, “Not really.” She said and then saw that he looked disappointed.

“I have tried believe me but the think just won’t open for me.” She said.

Riley smiled and said, “Yeah you always did have a problem opening things.” He went up to the bed and said, “May I.”

“Sure.” She replied and handed him the heart shaped locket.

He easily opened the locket and then reached around her neck and unhooked the back and handed it back to her.

“So this is whats…” she paused made an aww sound.

Riley looked at her and said, “Now do you remember.” He then took her hands and said, “I love you Rae and if we could I would marry you again just so you can remember it this time.”

“I always kind of knew something but if that was in 2002 we have been together for six years. How come I can’t remember it?” I said

He leaned over and kissed her forehead and said, “I blame moxley.”

“Who…” I questioned and rubbed the sides of my forehead.

He smiled and said, “Don’t dwell too much on him he wasn’t anyone special.”

I couldn’t help but shiver at those words and muttered, “He is the reason I lost all that time.”

Stu sighed and said, “I am partially to blame. When you came out of the coma you only knew who I was I didn’t want to freak you out so I made up the story but the truth is that your brother died on that floor trying to find you. He was killed by Dean but when he could have killed you he hesitated and was shot by Brian. You were found in the same elevator in the exact same way you were today.”

I shook my head and said, “Wait you said that Moxley was shoot. What happened to him?”

Riley said, “He is in the third floor in the bed next to Yuki’s.”

I stared at them and then threw the sheets off my bed and got up.

“Wait..” Riely said and grabbed hold of me.

“Let me go.” I shouted and struggled against him. I knew it was useless but I tried anyway.

I could hear Stu click his tounge and said, “Get her on the bed I got the injection ready.”

“No I have to see him.” I shouted continuing to struggle even though my feet were no longer on the ground. I felt myself being pushed back on the bed I turned to the side and saw Stu put the needle into my arm and press the syringe down.

“I hate you.” I hissed at Stu.

“No you don’t.” Stu said as my eyes fluttered close

Riely angled the body safely onto the bed and said, “I don’t think she will be able to move any more to night. Do you think you over did it?”

Stu looked at the bed and said, “Maybe but we can’t have her trying to kill anyone else.”

Riely looked at Rae and said, “Look she is smiling she must be having a good dream.”

Stu rolled her eyes and said, “Who knows what psychopaths dream about?”