Writers info: There was a problem with someone copying my story. I can't believe someone copy someone else's story and thinks nobody will notice! That is a horrible thing to do and I do not like it. I put my mind, my fantasy and my time into this and they think its nothing and just copy the work and make it their own.

My stories are published as me: Dana Ondráčková or under my username Cestakrve. Others are just plagiarisms and if you find some of them, please write to me.

Thank you all and enjoy the story

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  The womans heels were clicking steady rhythm on the wet pavement in front of a huge building.

A woman in a fitting black dress with a formal gray suitcase rushed up all the steps to double wing doors hidden under a roof supported by marble pillars. She took a little breather before knocking on the door. Her hair was wet from all the rain, she forgot her umbrella and the taxi couldn't get her right in front of this building, so she had to rush through crowded streets to make her way here.

Her job was simple - get in, ask some questions, write answers and help the poor things find themselves again.

She knocked on the door. Nobody answered. She noticed a big metal knocker in a shape of a lion holding gold ring. She lifted it and dropped it. The noise was so loud she jumped back.

Few seconds later, the intercom next to door came alive with static:

"Hello?" male voice answered from inside.

"Hi, I was called by one of your doctors. I have a session with one client."

"Is that miss Blackmoor?"

"Samantha Blackmoor. Exactly."

"Just a minute, I will be right there," the intercom went silent.

A few seconds later the big door opened and a tall man in a lab coat smiled at Samantha.

"I am glad you are here. I am doctor Morrison, nice to meet you" he shook her hand and let her in the lobby "the patient is awaiting your arrival."

She followed doctor through big lobby area with lots of tables and comfy chairs. In one corner there was a glass booth, probably a reception.

Sam was here for the first time, so she looked around in awe. She never visited a madhouse before. Or "a accommodation for the mentally ill" as people called it nowadays. Her job was to sit in her comfortable armchair with a paper and pen, listen to people and their mostly normal human problems, give them helpful tips and send them home feeling a little better than before. She was young and new to her job, but she loved being psychologist. But she has never been called to inspect and help mentally ill patients before.

Sam read about strange patients, that are kept in the local asylum "Winter creek". They are under absolute isolation and control so they won't just hurt themselves, but people around them as well.

"I see you are new to this so I must warn you about some rules here, madam," said the doctor, as he went into the elevator and she stood next to him. She had to move back and look up to look him in the eye.

The doctor watched her with a serious face "We give you 30 minutes to talk with the least dangerous patient from ward. We keep him in isolated room, so you have to use a bulletproof glass booth to talk to him."

Sam made an disgruntled face, it was not much time to inspect the patient on their first session. Doctor saw it and turned to her, "It is not a child's play, little Lady. Those guys we keep here will rip your head off and paint with your blood. And those are just the normal ones we have here. This one and especially him can make your life a pure nightmare if you let him under your skin. So no bravery here, K?!" he pointed at her.

Not happily, but she noded. This event turned the bad way really quickly. How the hell will she be able to help some poor tormented soul, who talks to her through an unbreakable glass?!

The elevator stopped and they headed out. The hallway was long and dark, lit only by a cold blue fluorescent tubes on the ceiling. On both sides there were heavy metal doors with tiny peeping hole in them and slightly bigger hole down for food. There were screaming, sobbing, banging on metal door, stomps and crackling. Sam run up closer to the doctor, who walked that hallway like it was a nice day in the park. He noticed her cringing beside him and smiled almost parentally to her.

"Are we there yet?" she asked.

"There? This is only the first section. Those guys are sweet like baby deers when you get to know them closer. We are heading there," he pointed in front of them. She followed his finger and her gaze ended at big door, that looked like made for a bank, not for a psych ward. Maybe the building was a bank before, she thought. The entrance actually looked like one.

The doctor leaded her to the door and talked into another intercom. Other guy answered him and the door opened with deep hissing and clanging. Doctor pushed the door to open even more and gestured Sam to go inside.

"Welcome to a special area for dangerous species," he waved his hand around a not so big square room with an army looking guy behind a computer desk. There was tiny sitting area and three sets of metal doors one to the left, one right and one front, but without the peeping holes. They had small thick glass window on them instead. On the sides of every door there were plastic pockets with components full of papers and bookmarks. Right next to each metal door there were normal wooden ones.

Sam noticed that there were another two heavily armored soldiers on each side of the heavy entrance door.

The doctor left her to take this room in for a second, then he asked, "don't you want a cup of coffee before you start? I think I need to give you some information about what are you going to see there," he pointed at the door on the left wall. Sam nodded and the doctor gestured the computer guy to bring something to drink.

She sat down and peeked at a door her responder is locked behind. She noticed the claw like marks on hard metal frame. Also there was a tiny red button with a plastic lid above it next to this particular door. She really wanted to know what it was for there.

The doctor sat in front of her in the soft armchair and folded his hands on his lap. Samantha took her notebook and pen out.

"So what you can tell me about these fantastic patients?" she asked and clicked her pen.

He made an unsatisfied face, but answered her. "These guys are considered to be the most dangerous not just for themselves and closest people, but for all mankind. So our government decided to confine and secure them for commonweal and further research too." He sighed and looked her in the eye. "Listen Lady, you will not believe me but we and our lab rats got to the conclusion that those creatures are some sort of a demons."

Sam smirked, but the doctor's serious face made her smile freeze.

"The first and only one you are going to meet calls himself Anti. He likes to make a dark jokes and gets under people's skin. Literally. He is able to lure them close enough he can overpower their brains so they act like his puppets. Before we captured him, seven of our best scientists and soldiers turned their own weapons against themselves or killed each other like a wild beasts. I was able to grab his hand before we put him in a quarantine. He left me a gift," doctor rolled up his sleeve to show five red swollen scars across his forearm. It looked like the stitches were freshly taken out.

"We got him five years ago, it never fully healed," the doctor had answered her unspoken question and rolled his sleeve back down.

"Won't he be able to control my mind when I am there with him?" asked Sam scaredly pointing at the door.

Doctor smiled, "don't worry Lady. We gave him a special dose of drugs to keep him from thinking of such thing and he is wearing a shock collar so anytime you feel scared, just push this," he handed her a tiny black plastic box with indicator and a button.

"Just don't forget to leave it at maximum capacity, he is quite used to lower shocks. We might craft him a stronger one after this one stops working." doctor smirked.

Samantha was horrified. Either doctor speaks true and monsters exists, or he is the one who is mad here. She got up and straightened her dress with palms.

"Ok doctor, I think I have heard enough, I want to see the patient now and get my own picture of his state."

Doctor raised his eyebrows, but he got up as well and took her to the wooden door on the left. Before she could grab the knob, he handed her a folder from the plastic pocket.

"I hope this will help you understand his condition more. There are real photos of his current condition and also of the mess he made to our employees. Good luck with him, Lady," the doctor opened the door for her and let her in.

It was small room dividing the room into two. The walls were solid metal. On her side were speakers and controlling panel, currently offline. One part of the parting wall was big bulletproof glass from ceiling to floor. There was also comfy chair and small chair with lamp on it. Light mirrored in the glass. The room behind it was drowning in darkness.

Sam slowly sat down with her eyes constantly trying to pierce pure darkness. She reached to the table and switched the lamp off for her to see better behind glass. She immediately jumped back in horror and screamed. Right where her head was next to the lamp was man's face with both palms pressed on glass from the other side.

She almost knocked her chair down when she tried to crawl on top of it. The man laughed and retrieved back in the darkness.

Samantha sat back down and calmed her beating heart. That was like from some cheap horror movie. She straightened her hair back to bun and cleared her throat. Then looked back to the room.

Without the lamps light she could adjust her eyes to see clearly all the room behind glass. Slight light coming from door window made enough light for her to look around. It was clean room with carpet, two normal wooden doors in front, wardrobe, table and chair on left. On her right was only the other side of metal door.

Her patient sat few meters from her in the middle of room, his legs folded into lotus position, hands jointed together under his chin, head towards her.

Sam flicked the speaking button next to her to let her patient to hear her. "Good morning, I am your new psychologist." she tried to convince her voice to cooperate, but there still was a slight hint of previous panic.

Patient raised his head, slowly untangled his hands and legs and squatted, his knuckles leaning against floor. In a matter of second he zapped back to glass, his nose almost touching the cold surface of her booth. He watched her like a trapped wolf watches free sheep on field.

She leaned forward to properly look at him. He was pale with skinny, but agile figure, his forearms hairy. He had on old green shirt with short sleeves and worn jeans with many holes and dark stains. He was barefoot. She continued her inspection of her new patient.

He wore colourful bracelets on his right hand that were worn and damaged the same as the jeans On the same hand he had some kind of a tattoo. On his thin neck he had a collar with shock device on one side.

Sam raised her gaze and met his eyes. They were half hidden behind overgrown brown hair with faint remains of what could be a green tint before. He had earrings that looked like black plug piercings.

He realised she is studying him, so he moved his hair from his face back and looked her in the eye. His eyes were ocean blue and big in his slim face. He had small chubby nose. Through his lips looked small, he widely smiled under a short stubble on his cheeks and chin. His teeth were white but slightly more unnormal. They looked like they have been sharpened, especially his canines.

She watched as he opened his mouth widely, stuck tongue out and touched his chin with it. He made slight "WAAAAgh" when he did that. Then he smirked and started trembling with chuckle.

She realised he was making fun of her all the time and sat back to her chair. The man laughed as he won the staring contest and sat on the floor, knees bend in front of him, his arms resting on them.

"Ya said 'good morning', is it morning already? One loses track of time here," he asked. His voice was cheerful, full of joy, cozyness and sincerity. He had sharp accent what suggested he came somewhere from West Europe.

Sam smiled and almost answered immediately, then she realised she is the boss here and gulped her answer. She opened the folder and flipped through some pages trying to buy some time for her to think. She read some information at front but there was nothing interesting except his actual height, weight, name and common things the scientists traced when watching him. As it looked they were not able to make him talk a lot.

"I am the one, who asks questions here, mister..." she raised her eyes to him and clicked her pen above notebook.

He made shocked face and raised both of his bushy eyebrows high on his forehead "They told ya nothing about meh, before you came here? I must teach those rude people how to act properly." he growled discontentedly. "My name is Antisepticeye, but they mostly call me Anti for short," he indicated tipping a hat to her, "and what is yo's?"

When Samantha didn't answered, he continued, almost purring in sentence "Oh c'mon! Let's play a game shall we? One question, one honest answer from me and then the table turns. It's only fair!"

She raised her head to look at him and catched him smiling innocently at her. But his eyes were perfect opposite of his smile. He was watching her without blinking like a maniac he probably was.

She closed the folder and moved her chair closer to glass between them, making permanent eye contact with him. She sat down, crossed her legs and put notebook on her thigh.

"I estimate you will not answer anything if I don't accept your game, won't you?"

He nodded slightly and Sam sighed. "Alright, let's do this then."

"Ya first," gestured Anti to her politely.

Sam clicked her pen and hovered it above paper. She tried to convince herself that it is only for good. She wants to know everything about this person and if he wants to play childish games, be it!

"Age?" she asked.
"In human 26."

She opened her mouth to another question, but Anti raised his finger, "A-a-a! Me now. Same question to ya, doc."

Samantha thought about telling him her personal information, but she realised she can always end this stupid game. She decided to answer him one or two words, he doesn't need to know the details.

" 25. State of birth?"

"Ireland, and ya?"

"L.A. Any relatives?"

"Not in this realm.Ya name?"

"Doctor Samantha Blackmoor. Diet?

"Mostly meat, I love meat. What animal do ya like?

"Turtles. Any body modifications?"

"Earrings, one tattoo. Do ya like cookies?"

"Who doesn't? Any powers you possess?"
"Mind control, speed, levitation. Do ya like it rough?"

"I lik...I WHAT?!"

Antis satisfied smirk was disturbed by strong electric zap.

Sam hold the controller long enough to not fry his brain but at least teach him a lesson.

Anti fell backwards and started to twitch on the ground, back arched, heels digging into carpet, trying to scratch the collar down with bare hands. He was jerkily laughing between painful screams.

Doctor Morrison opened the door to the booth, pounced on Sam and took the shock controller from her hand. Antis tensed muscles loosened up and he rested on his back, panting and shaking.

"That long was unnecessary, miss!" rebuked her doctor, but she frowned "He tried to molest me, I had no choice!"

Doctor took her by shoulder and lead her out by force. The sudden bright light dazzled her.

"Your time with the patient was shortened. I hope it will go better next time. Thank you for your help, miss," growled doctor and assigned one of the two armed bodyguards to lead her out of the building.

"Another session is next saturday at ten!" she called before heavy door closed behind her.