Ron felt more agitated today; he sat on the leather couch
tapping his feet in annoyance. Not for
the first time he imagined shooting up with his mutagen and going on a rampage.
Doctor Monroe however seemed unphased by Ron’s mood; he
adjusted his glasses and slowly read over some of his clinical notes.
“So … you liked Sasha?”
“Nope.” Ron bluntly answered.
The doctor paused for a while thinking things over. “Hmm
really? You previousily described giving her a ‘flower stone’ as a gift?”
“Yep.” Ron again answered bluntly.
The doctor patiently nodded then continued, “But you weren’t
attracted to her?”
“Nope.” Ron said again.
The doctor sighed in annoyance and was about to start to
berating Ron when he spoke.
“She’s a slut and the only sluts I’m interested in are the
ones I pay for.”
The doctor raised an eye brow, “Why do you think she’s a
slut.”
“She went swimming with me while I was naked; even when the
poofter jumped in an as well. So she’s a slut. End of story.”
The doctor shook his head and began to interject, but Ron
forcibly continued. “Don’t start telling me otherwise with your mumbo jumbo
words. She’s a slut and that’s that. I know one when I see one.”
Ron grinded his teeth, and ran his hand across his needle
scarred arm before continuing. “I’m not in the mood for this bullshit. I could
kill you in a heartbeat so don’t push your luck.”
The doctor hesitated for a moment before continuing, “Do you
like killing?”
Ron stopped fidgeting with his arm and then looked at the doctor
with a crooked smile. He was glad that the doctor had changed the subject.
Killing was definitely a subject he preferred to talk about.
“Yep I definitely do. You should try it sometime, with my
mutagen you can rip a man’s heart out with your teeth. In fact you can rip just
about any creature’s heart out, even ones without a heart. They all taste
different you know? Humans, dinosaurs, ghouls? Ever tried dead rotting flesh?
It’s an acquired taste you know.”
Ron laughed to himself but much to his dismay the doctor
seemed unperturbed. Instead the doctor calmy wrote down some notes in his
notebook.
“So Ron, what would Titus say about such things”
Ron scowled to himself. He was really beginning to hate this
man. “Bah. Who the hell cares. He’s
crazier than I am. Trust me on that. Cannibals, zombies, ghouls he barely
raises his voice, but a hut with a pentagram and he goes all psycho. He should
be here instead of me.”
“But what would he say Ron?”
Ron clenched his fist, he could feel his pulse racing. “He
would say don’t be naughty or Iomedae will butt fuck you while you sleep. “
Ron angrily got up unable to tolerate any more questioning. “I’m sick of this shit, the way you
sit there writing crap in your stupid little book. I see the way you look at
me, why even bother asking me these dumb questions. This is pointless, I don’t
have to put up with this shit. I’m going, you can tell your dumb arse lords
council to go stick it. I’ll kill the lot of them if they try take what is
mine.”
With that said, Ron angrily stormed out of the small office
and slammed the door.
Meanwhile the doctor hastily jotted a few more notes.
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