Asylum II by Sian B. Claven
Occult Fiction, Occult Horror
For cop killer Bradley Walker, pleading insane was the easiest get out of jail free card he ever played. Left in the hands of the cops to decide where he is sent, he is dropped off at an Asylum in the middle of nowhere. All is not as it seems and Bradley is left questioning his sanity when the orderlies, nurses and doctors all around him appear more insane than the patients.
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A few minutes later the door opened, and a rather severe-looking man entered. He seemed flustered and busy as if this was the last task he wanted to do but had to do it anyway.
“Dr Brock,” he said gruffly, and Bradley instantly picked up on the foreign accent.
“You’re German. I want an American doctor,” he said quickly. “I don’t want no Nazi German touching me.”
“I am no Nazi,” Dr Brock said, sitting across from Bradley. “I am here to evaluate whether or not you are insane and therefore belong here.”
“I still want an American doctor.”
“Unfortunately, cop killers do not get to decide who treats them,” Brock said, opening a notebook and making notes. “Now tell me about your childhood. Was it particularly traumatic?”
“I’m not telling you anything,” Bradley said. “Bring in that other doctor – the fat one.”
“Dr Wellbottom is far too busy to see to any patients,” Brock scoffed and sat back. “You can either speak to me honestly, or you can spend the rest of the day in your room while I notify the courts you are mentally sound and able to go to prison.”
Bradley glared at him. “Fine! Whatever!” he blurted, like an errant child. “So, Doctor B, what do you want to know?”
“Well, I need to know about your past and present, so I can justify your presence here to the court.”
“I killed a cop, I am insane.”
“Being a murderer does not make you insane. It makes you a murderer. Now, tell me about your childhood.”
Bradley sized him up, but before he could say anything further the doctor stood.
“You’re wasting my time; time is precious. I’ll have you sent to prison.”
“Wait!” Bradley exclaimed. “I’ll answer your stupid questions.”
The doctor scowled at him before he sat down again. “Tell me, what was your relationship with your mother like?”
“I don’t know, I guess you’d call it normal,” Bradley said. “She would take me out for ice cream and stuff whenever my father was drunk and disorderly.”
“Was your father abusive?”
“Yeah, he was. More to my mother than to me, but the bitch had it coming, always back-chatting him and trying to tell him what to do and how to do it.”
“And you think it is normal behaviour to hit a woman who has an opinion?”
“Women are the lower sex.” Bradley leaned back. “Their purpose is to breed and feed and open their legs, and to shut their mouths except when servicing their men.”
“I see.” The doctor scribbled notes, and Bradley shifted in his chair, feeling uncomfortable. “Now tell me, when you first felt the thirst to murder?” the doctor asked, looking at him curiously.
Before Bradley could answer, there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” the doctor called, and in walked a quiet-looking man, dressed in the same clothes Bradley wore.
Bradley could only assume he was a patient here.
He walked over to Doctor Brock and whispered, “She has a fever and infection. Come see.”
“I’m afraid my work calls me, Mr Walker,” Doctor Brock said, standing up and closing the file. “We will continue this conversation another time. Cecil here will have the orderlies take you to the day room. Do behave.”
It was a warning more than a request, and the doctor swept out of the room, his lab coat billowing behind him as he rushed out.
Bradley watched as Cecil went in the opposite direction, no doubt to tell the orderlies the fine doctor’s instructions. Bradley would be grateful to be out of the cuffs, at the very least.
Hailing from Johannesburg South Africa, Sian B. Claven has enjoyed stories for all her life, whether she was reading them or making them. She has written for as long as she can remember, but Ensnared is the first book she decided to publish. Moving towards writing more for the horror / paranormal thriller genre, Sian has subsequently published the first two books in The Butcher Books series, Tatum and Kallista. When Sian isn’t thinking of ways to terrify people, she enjoys writing science fiction stories, poetry and rather long and gushy birthday wishes. When she isn’t working on her writing you can find her knitting, scrapbooking, reading, or playing Xbox. Sian previously reviewed for The Blithering Bibliomaniacs and still reviews in her private capacity. She clearly doesn’t know what the words rest and relaxation mean, at least not in the traditional sense.
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