ok …looks like no 1 wanted to leave a comment (i m just consoling muhself …i know no 1 would have read this…), neways here is the next part of the story
so this shrink is like terrified of this lady(nay…creature) in front of him ….she says “why are u perspiring ? its all in your mind….” and she puts on her coat again and sits down. The shrink is still sweating and licking his lips …she now looks him straight in the eye and tells him “you know, i knew something always troubled you”….and this guy is like shell shocked. I mean he is the shrink for God’s sake and this lady is counselling him! but he feels this sudden urge to let himself go. ” How in heavens name did you land up here? i mean who…sorry what the heck are you?”. The lady just smiles back “Dont worry dahling, its a long way to the end…we have enough time to know each other well enough. For now you just have to tell me whats similar to your life and the griffin in the painting right behind you.”. The guy just looks behind him and tells her “Man! i always thought that painting was close to my heart”.
for those who havent heard of griffins, they are mythical beasts that are part bird, part lion, but love gold …i mean they would rip any 1 into pieces before they let them see the gold.
“And do you know why? because there are some dark secrets locked in your mind. You treasure them more than your family. You have to let them go, they forebode nothing but wanton destruction”
“Look lady, i dont know who you are and where you come from. But you are messing with my mind! for Gods sake, i thought that was my job! now please get the hell out of here. I beg of you”
“Well, i thought you could do with a little help. Looks like you are going into that dangerous spiral of self denial. Let me tell you, this will eventually get to you and finish you.”
“Thanks for the concern, but please leave”
“Fine you could always get back to me”
and she leaves, no number, no details, no shit. She just leaves as suddenly as she had shocked the doc.
That evening on the way back the doc cant get this off his mind. He realizes that he has something perturbing him, but is unable to recollect(or rather dig it out of the tons of that rubbish piled up in his prefrontal cortex).
His dog is somehow hyperactive that night. Just keeps barking till about 3 am that night. After a while the doc does go to sleep and in his dreams, appears the winged lady again ” Hey i forgot to tell you. #22, Accacia avenue” and poof ! Our shrink wakes up sweating profusely, gulps down a lot of water and gets back to sleep. He just cant concentrate on his work the next day. He cancels all his appointments.
“Hey Pam, cancel all of todays appointments. And do me a favour…do find out the name and details of the person staying at #22, Accacia avenue.”
After a while Pam calls back. “Jack, there seems to something odd here. There is no #22 listed in the directory, so i called #23 and #21 and both of em told me that #22 was an appartment that belonged to a society of some sort. They would meet there once every month and this had happened for the past 20 odd years …but not anymore. Its been like 6 months since anything was noticed there. Anyways its just a 10 minute walk from here”
“Thanks Pam”
So obviously our shrink heads out to #22 …(fans of maiden will surely curse me for stealing the address, but its ok, i m maidens biggest fan!)
The appartment doesnt look anywhere near rundown or badly maintained as Jack imagined. Au contraire
Jack sees that the door is locked, so he calls up a number hanging by the side. Turns out to be a real estate agent.Half an hour later, she turns up at the place.
“Hi i am Cathy, how can i help you Mr Philby?”
“Well i was interested in this property, could you show me around please?”
“Oh thats my job. i mean what would people like us do without patrons like you sir…please step in ..this way”
Jack thought “Man this female is the usual….”
They wander through the duplex and finally end up in the first floor which seems to be a large hall. It conspicuous by the absence of any article. Just plain white walls…and just then something catches the attention of Jack.
“I wonder whats that queer figure by the fire place…looks like a design of some sort to me…..”
ACT – 2
by the fireplace he finds some kind of coat of arms – asks around and the agent ob doesnt know nething about it , somehow when he takes a closer look he suddenly finds
himself in an unknown place at dusk and suddenly sees the entire stretch lit by thousands of fireflies – its so beautiful says he and poof !! he’s back into the house,
the agent is a lil unnerved by the guys behaviour
back home that night catches up with a friend for a drink and tries to narrate the weird “trip” he’s been having over the past couple of days ..the friends a lil
confused since he’s known this guy for like 10+ years and asks if sometimes shrinks face some kind of “overload” like this where due to extensive experience they have
had with whacked out charecters stays back in their memories lingering as zombie processes and kind of come together. The shrink laughs it off as ridiculous and ends
the conv
a nice dreamless (rather those that he couldn’t remember) night later he’s back in his lair awaiting the lambs gone astray. The first patient of the day happens to be
an old one (rather someone whos been getting counselled for a while now) “..so you have been able to sleep well now is it ?” ..”well yes, but its my dog that bothers
me now”. “Oh boy now what ..” thinks the shrink. “Why ? whats abnormal about its behaviour ?” ..”well it doesn’t do anything all through the day, just sits by the
fireplace and keeps staring at it and when i call out for him, he just stares back straight into my eyes, as if questioning me on my past ..sniff ..sniff ” . A little
b/g info about this patient; he had a rather disturbed past , for he had a fetish for killing and diembowelling animals …it just gave him a high and he was at last
discovered when he performed similar rituals on the neighbours dog and didn’t dispose of the remains carefully enough. He was saved from certain lynching only because
the cops arrived on time and he was assigned to dr philby for mental rehab of sorts. But the shrink had done a good job so far (well he had been working at this case
for 3 years now) and had encouraged the patient to even get a dog! He didn’t think too much of the dog thing and asked the patient to carry on with the medication and
see him the next week. The day passed by and just before he was about to leave the office his secy tells him there were cops waiting to talk to im and if she could
show them in ?He was a lil surprised as most innocents should be but he neverthless met them in his office. His offer of cappuccino was gladly accepted and thats when
he knew at least he wasn’t in trouble! But what they told im did certainly disturb him. They had come to talk about a mr Rigby and if he was his patient? Yes he
certainly was…has he mutilated some animal again ? The cops tell im that this time around the man had made a mess of himself , literally.
Upon quizzing for details he finds that he injected himself with local anaesthetics and first cut out his intestines n then pulled out his kidneys, all the while
recording this stuff but even more strange was his dog just looking into his masters eyes all the while doing nothing, hence the investigative visit to enquire if d
doc had smething …after being shocked the doc mentions dat there was nothing strange in his behavior in the last few sessions. this was d first such occurance in his
career and for some strange reason he wanted to see the dog which had been moved to protective care.
that evening he did go thr and was shown the dog …he looked into its eyes and then …nothing.It was like looking at some normal dogs eyes. if he expected something
it wasnt thr n he just got back to biz and for a few days it was all normal and an evening he went visitng an art gallery. he was not much of an art afficionado but
his wife was…he just cursorily glanced at most of em but then a picture caught his eye. It was a long exposure shot of field full of fireflies! Though it wasnt an
xact match wrt wot he had seen in his dreams he just stood therr transfixed, his wife noticing this casually came up2 im and realized he was sweating profusely. He
just shooed away the matter when asked about it but on the way back he almost ran into a tree and this was more than sufficient for his wife to force im 2 cancel all
his appts and drag im to a well deserved break.
some-other-part:
his palms are a little sweaty from all the excitement; he hasn’t felt like this in days and cant wait to put his plan into action. “Now em teens are gonna get it real
nice…do nothing but drink and sleep around on maah property… no one does that to this farm boy”. Actually the farmers problems stem from the fact that the
university nearby has a bunch of raucous students who dont give 2 hoots about trespassing and conducting rave parties on his property ..he would have still had no
trouble if em kids atleast cleaned up the mess! But the farmer would only get to know of any activity through a flock of birds ravaging his farm (attracted by all the
garbage, nevertheless). He had enough of it and had conceived of a plan that he thought would stop all this once and for all. The area close by was a natural reserve
and rather infamous for its aggressive bear populace. They would enter the farmers property once in a while looking for honey but were generally scared away by shots
fired in the air. But once they get definitive smell of honey there’s no way even the shot’s gonna deter them.
There are about 3 girls and 2 boys in this group and they are stoned as hell laughing their silly asses off but all of a sudden they hear a movement close by and tense
up a bit and equally suddenly there’s a jet of some liquid hitting ‘em all over. Before they get to their senses it just stops and these kids are a little panicky now
wondering what all this was about. They just run around and try to figure out that but see no one or thing. What they miss of course is the sprinklers the farmer had
carefully camouflaged in the trees and when they get back they start feeling a little sticky and one of them smells the thing and realizes its honey (diluted with a
lot of water of course) and figure its some sort of prank by one of their college buddies but they aren’t happy with it and decide to call it a night and get back to
the campus. Just when they start packing their tents they hear a low growl and freeze. One of them knows exactly which creature makes that sound and screams out loud
“..theres a bear close by” and rushes wildly towards her car. There are a couple of things she should have known ..
a) You never run in front of a bear , always face it down, try poking it in the eye, raise your size and shout at it
b) There was more than 1 bear (which was a little strange given that they are generally solitary creatures)
the bears weren’t letting so much honey going waste and the girl who leapt towards the car had herself pulled by her scalp with such force that it almost tore off her
head and irritated by the fact that the scalp didn’t come off he went about clawing her face and finally took a large chunk off her left cheekbone …the next day
morning there were 3 bodies in multiple pieces and the other 2 were in the ICU.
The farmer was basking in the vicarious pleasure of the massacre the previous night but didn’t count on the survival of one of the teens in the ICU. The teen narrates
the incidents to the cops and though they don’t find any evidence of the sprinklers they end up at his doorstep. I guess the readers by now would have figured that all
the farmer needed to do in the first place was to report the parties to the authorities or the cops as the case might have been; but his ingenious way of putting a
stop to his “problems” should have warned the police atleast. They were expecting a nervous farmer while what came at them with a sawed off shot gun was a tobacco
chewing high-on-meth bad ass. They had their heads blown off as easily as one would have popped off balloons in the village fair using an air gun. He had to run and
run he did, all the way to the other side of the country but he always missed the fireflies in his farm. “Goddamn those kids …” he would spit
we-are-on-vacation:
..and the first couple of days went real well. Leisurely lunches, romantic outings and the likes. One fine evening while sitting by the beach watching the sunset his
eye catches glimpse of 2 couples in the water. They seem to be having a good time but just a little raucous for his liking. He tries ignoring them but his mind still
deviously takes him back to the source of all the ruckus, all the while wondering whether his psychiatric training should prevent some occurance like this! He suddenly
gets up and starts silently jogging towards them and his wife is a little dumbfounded but she has no idea what to expect next. All of a sudden his pace increases and
he plunges into the waves with a frenzy only he knows; one of the 4 notice him coming towards them and alerts the rest. “His eyes .. they seemed elsewhere and trained
at us at the same time” recounted the couple after a while. He simply lashes at the first guy in the group and just takes him down and then a current just carries the
two of them a little into the water. He pins the other guys head into the water, all the while screaming “Shout now !! make as much noise you want, u little prick, coz
no one aint gonna hear you under the water” , now there are screams and shouts all around and the guy has taken in so much salt water that his innards are pretty close
to becoming a nice natural acquarium. All of a sudden he lets go of the guy and just stands there dazed. The others catch up with the shrink and realizing that their
friend needs medical attention just rush the guy towards the beach. The shrinks wife is aghast at the turn of the events and just drags the bedazzled shrink back to
the hotel. They vacate the room in a hurry and hitch a ride with a trucker out of town. His wife means to ask him about the incident but thinks it would be better to
let it be for a while; once back in town she confides in Dr Martin, a close friend and a fellow shrink. He is quite taken aback initially since he has known Dr Philby
for 5 years now and asks if he ever confided in his wife about suppressing such feelings. But Mrs Philby has been married to the good doctor for 3 years only now and
tells Dr Martin that Dr Philby has always been a little cagey about his past. She was always a little puzzled that he had no graduation photographs, no family albums
that he could show; Dr Marting would subtly shoo away such topics of discussion and generally was a real gentleman. Unlike her friends Mrs Philby had no cribs about
their relationship at all and hence was happily maintaining a laissez-faire attitude towards his past presuming he would come out with when he was comfortable talking
about it.
One fine evening Mr Martin catches up with the good doctor over a drink in their favourite hangout and subtly tries to get out the doctors version of the happenings
during the beach side fiasco. The doctor says that all he could remember was looking at the waves and imagining how the waves that washed up the rocky part of the
shore resembled an army of silver, transluscent crabs amassing for war and the next thing he can remember was his wife dragging him back. He confides in Dr Martin and
tells him that he would like to understand this creepy stuff as much as his wife! So the shrink lands in the counselling chamber of Dr Martin …wow, now how does one
psycho analyze a shrink? Actually its all upto the patient all the time, to give yourself onto the counsellor and make her job a little easier.
one-last-swing:
Despite being on the run for the past couple of years the “farm boy” is leading the good life. Get his share of the American dream (if you know what i mean) and
manages to stay afloat. He currently works as a farmhand in a vineyard and due to his isolation is as happy as he can be. For some reason he pays a visit to the
vineyard owners house one day and is stopped at the gate by a ferocious rottweiler…he doesn’t think too much of it and tries to shoo it off and opens the gate to get
in realizing that it was chained. The dog keeps barking ferociously while he walks on , the leash straining under the force of the dog trying to break free. All it
wants it to teach a lesson to the intruder to for invading his turf without giving it the respect it deserves. “Thaaakk” breaks the leash and the rotty charges the
intruder with its salivating jaws , set of razor , rabid teeth ready to sink into this gentle flesh and in a flash is upon him. The farm boy hasn’t spent his childhood
on a farm playing with little kittens and poodles; he’s had bears occasionally attacking and he very well knows how to teach a mangy cur some manners. He just jerks
his leg, which the dog has just managed to hold on to and the dog falls off. He then finds a log closeby and charges the dog now. The rotty isn’t a pussy, it just
knows one word “attack” ..would have looked like a classic animal-animal conflict to any third person viewing this. But man being smarter than the dog wins. The stick
finds its mark straight on the jaw of the dog and he is stunned. This is all the time the farm boy needs. He kicks the dog in its stomach drawing out a howl and now
begins to enjoy the process of bashing its head repeatedly. Looking at how many strokes the stick needs he simply runs to a small rock close by, picks it up and
cleanly dumps it on to the head of the poor fellow reducing his head to a crimson-pink-ghoulish-plasma.
The little girl is watching all this and just faints, but falls onto a stand holding a vase. Hearing the crash her mother comes out and notices the farm boy standing
over the dog still staring down at the mess. She just forgets about the source of the sound and screams bloody-murder which brings out the man of the house now. Given
that they live on a vineyard the owner always carries a magnum and has it in fire position when he hears his wife scream. When he sees his wife is safe he starts
wondering about his daughter and after finding her lying unconscious he picks her up and revives her. The farm boy could have easily fled but something in him just
doesn’t subside. He carries the same club he weilded against the dog and rushes towards the house. It makes first contact with the head of the mother and she is
knocked cold instantly, she just escapes death since the husband fires a neat shot straight at the farm boy. It grazes his arm and he still moves forward maniacally
and is shot on the left leg. He just collapses and hears the owner calling up the cops …it takes a while for the operator on the other end to get through and this is
all the distraction he needed. He screams a war like cry and picks up a bronze heavy vase with a coat-of-arms and strikes the owner straight on the head. There is a
dull thead which is generally associated with the fuck-he’s-dead state; the adrenaline stops flowing and the farm boy collapses due to loss of blood.
The judge sentences the farm boy to multiple prison sentences but since he’s committed crimes across state borders a federal court sends him to the gallows. After a while owing to the wonderfully short public memory all is forgotten about him. One fine day he receives visitors to his cell, official looking men with an aura of something important about themselves. They just have a look at him, discuss something with the jailor and leave as quickly as they came. The day of the execution arrives and the farm boy has his last meal after which he gets the lethal dose putting him to a nice dreamless sleep.
That evening there’s frantic activity at the morgue. Corpse # 3401 is the cynosure of all eyes and the same men who had come to visit him in the cell take his corpse in an ambulance (though unmarked from the outside to prevent any media attention whatsoever).
the session:
“Ok Phil now we can talk” , Dr Martin was done with the usual feel-fluffy-cloud mumbo jumbo part and thought he had Dr Phil’s complete attention. He asked him some questions about his childhood and got vague responses. Then he focused on childhood memories and asked about the thing that he cherished the most about his childhood and got a response which shouldn’t have startled him “fireflies … hundreds of them ..all around my..”. “Dr Phil, around what ? your garden?” , the answer somewhat puzzled him and he noted it down. Then about his education and so on and so forth. At the end of the session he was thoroughly exhausted, mentally. But after summing up what he had learned he was as puzzled as ever. He called up Mrs Philby and asked her some of the stuff but as mentioned earlier she was equally clueless about the whole affair. He asked Dr Philby if he was ready for another session the next day and got a positive reply, but the good doctor wanted to know from Dr Martin what he had learned. He just dropped hints about repressed memories from childhood but expressed surprise at the fact that Phil didn’t remember very many things from his childhood and whether he was raised on a farm? Well no, not that he could remember…actually he couldn’t remember too much except the past few years which was a great cause of concern for himself.
So went the sessions and it was during the 5th session that the breakthrough occured (or so Dr Martin thought). Facing questions about his adulthood the doctor started to get a little tense. His voice began to modulate differently every few minutes and the whole session was a big mess. The doctor woke up sweating profusely and gulped down all the water and there was a knock on the door. Upon opening the door the Dr Martin was greeted by 2 official looking men. They showed their ID cards to him and asked to speak to him in private. Dr Phil was relaxing a but when he heard a muffle, preceeded by a spitting sound and rushed out to realize Dr Martin’s brain splattered over the wall and his face wearing a dazed expression looking straight at him. The men were nowhere in sight and neither was any one else. But there was something Dr Martin had shared with Phil over drinks once and he started frantically looking for it in his counselling room. After a while he found the screen which showed cctv footage of his entire office space at all times. He wondered how the assasins had overlooked it and started viewing the footage which of course didn’t have any audio footage but he could very well zoom into the screens and read the conversation (remember HAL ?). What they were saying were something on these lines
experiment – used death penalty row inmate – top notch scientist killed in blast – criminal injected with just chloroform – scientist memory backed up in memory banks – implanted – shhhhhhhhhhsshhhhhhhhh (static)
it was like the agents had left the parts of the cctv footage just so that he viewed it. Was he Dr Martin ? Was everything he had experienced so far parts of his memory? The other guys ? his head was beginning to buzz and again in the window he could see the fireflies and the farm boy smiles back at him ..”I gotcha dint i..”
