Secrets Glow Best In The Dark || Sage & London
London wasn't insane. Not the way she saw it, at least. Yes, she joked about how she was mad as a balloon, and yes, she knew she perceived things a little differently to most. But London wasn't insane. She was angry. She killed because people were mistreated every day. She killed to show society, push and you'll be pushed in return. Some people, defenceless, went through life being ridiculed, beaten down, lied to, mistreated, abused, hated. Could society really blame her for what she did?
She knew the answer was yes. They would, and did. It wasn't a cry for attention, nor a cry for help. It was a scream of sheer agony saying that if people didn't pry their eyes open and look at the messes they created, then she would pry their eyes open for them, and she'd use a knife if she had to.
That was how she came to be tucking her knife into the waistband of her scrubs. London had taken an immediate dislike to the new patient, Sophia. She couldn't be trusted as far as she could be thrown. Something about the ease with which she seemed to have accepted being at Belvedere, the shining metallic flickering of her tongue as it tripped off words, the unclear, obscure way she phrased things. The girl was hiding something, and London didn't like it. It raised the fine hairs at the base of her neck in the most primal way.
The knife might not be very sharp, but it should be enough to scare the girl.
Planning wasn't really London's forte. Anything more than a couple of days and she got too antsy, and even the few hours she had today made her uncomfortable. The fact that all of her plans to date had gone so well was luck rather than genius; she pulled the pieces together in a messy patchwork from thin air, tied them together with hope and sheer obstinacy. Consequently, she didn't really have a straight idea of what she would do to the girl once they were in the basement. Not kill her, because getting in trouble now would complicate things in the future. Most likely she would just frighten her, make sure she knew that London didn't appreciate her bullshit.
On her way down the stairs, she spotted Derrick just rounding the corner and she flagged him down. Getting down to the basement wasn't something she could do by herself, and she knew Derrick trusted her enough to do her a favour. "Oi. You doing alright, mate? I know you have some keys for this place, I was wondering if you happened to have one for the basement? There's a new girl on one, Sophia, she seems fun. I like her, and I was going to show her around a bit. Actually I told her we keep the real crazies down there and she seemed keen. Sounds like my kind of person, I know," London grinned. "But yeah, I don't want her to be following around my lies, so I thought it'd work best if I showed her down there. Also, I've never been down there, and basements appeal to my natural gothic tendencies."
London assumed her best non-threatening smile, fiddling with the hem of her shirt as she waited for the answer. If he said no, it was certainly going to test the limits of her improvisation skills.
