Suzy’s Strange Saga

You wake up once again a prisoner, though perhaps not for long and despite everything, you’re actually feeling slightly optimistic about your situation. Very slightly.

You aren’t sure what time it is, but knowing your usual sleeping habits, it’s probably at least the afternoon. You imagine you’ll be getting a visit from Lilith as usual soon so you start perusing the nearby books until she comes in. You pick one that looks interesting to you.

As you’re reading “Unusual Sexual Practices From Around the World” you start hearing the faint noise of what sounds like yelling or shouting. Doesn’t really sound like any actual words though, more like just noises, still the sound isn’t completely distinct.

A few minutes later you hear something that sounds like a gunshot. You start to worry and keeping you ears open, but you don’t hear anything else unusual until you hear that familiar sound of the door opening up. Fortunately it’s Lilith and not someone who isn’t supposed to be in here. Once again she looks a bit beleaguered as she carries in what looks to be a small medical bag and a notebook.

“Um, is everything okay? I thought I heard shouting and a shot.” You say.
“Yeah, I imagine you would have given your proximity. You remember I said you were my control subject? Well some of the others down here aren’t and they’ve been getting worse. My brother just put one down that was starting to break his restraints. I have a feeling the rest are going to have to be put down as well, because I don’t think I’m going to bother having them transported with us when we leave, which is looking like today since shit is reportedly getting even worse in town.

The “putting down” of subjects is a little concerning until Lilith immediately follows up her statement.

“Relax, you’re not getting shot unless you start regressing into a savage and let me guess, you’ve experienced no problems correct?”
“Nope. Feel fine. Just a little anxiousness, especially being near people that might be turning into beasts.” You remark.
“Don’t worry about that. They might escape the restraints, but they aren’t escaping out the rooms. We made sure of that when we had this area built it had solid doors and walls. Anyway, since things are moving rather quickly now I suppose I’ll just wrap up your little part in this observation which isn’t going to take long.”

Lilith at this point pulls out a syringe and a tourniquet along with some cotton balls and rubbing alcohol.

“Now I’m just going to draw some blood, not inject you with anything.”
“What do you need my blood for?”
“Oh just need another sample for testing. I mean I already drew blood from you when you were unconscious a day ago, so this is just a follow up really. Considering you’re not frothing at the mouth or destroying this room by now, I’m very certain you weren’t affected by whatever exposure of the drug you might have in contact with, but never hurts to be thorough. Your arm please.”

Lilith has more or less been playing square with you so reluctantly you hold out your arm and after prepping it she begins to draw blood.

“Ugh, hate needles.” You say looking away.
“Most people do. Leslie used to hate them too. Still does actually. Really odd considering he’s a doctor and uses them on a regular basis…then again I suppose it’s different when you’re using them on other people. There we go.”

Lilith finishes up and you’re rubbing your arm watching a tube of your blood go into another container and then placed back into the bag. Lilith then starts flipping through pages of her notebook.

“So, I guess I’ll be free to leave soon?” you ask.
“Yes. I’ll have the clothes you were wearing brought to you soon. I’m sure you’re sick of wearing the gown. After that well, I guess you can make your decision on whether to go or come with us. I contacted a few high ups at the offices and they said it was fine if I brought you.” She answers without looking up.
“Oh. Well I guess that does open up options for me then.” You say still unsure of what you’re going to do.

You have been meaning to ask Lilith about something she said to you yesterday though.

“Hey, I was sort of wondering…what did you mean yesterday about me not being a beacon of sanity?” you ask.
“Funny you should ask, since I was just about to do a last minute interview with you, so I had at least a few more things to put down in my report. Most of what I’ve got on you is only through observation or what Bobby told me. It would be nice if I had something directly from you. Of course as I keep complaining about, things haven’t been ideal lately.”

Lilith finds the page she was looking for and then focuses complete attention on you.

“To answer your question…keep in mind this is based on all observation and mostly Bobby’s words so I’ll admit this isn’t necessarily an accurate assessment of your personality. No offense is meant, but here’s my impression of you and why and please feel free to interject whenever you want.”

Lilith goes into a psychological assessment of your character and while you do fill in on some of what she might be missing and clarify on other aspects of your life, she doesn’t really lose a beat in her view of you, indeed it only seems to enhance it.

She starts off by talking about your introverted behavior to the point of falling into escapist behavior. She discusses that some of this is due to being the product of a dysfunctional family where you were only ever close to your mother since she was the only one that ever displayed any positive attention and when she died that was one of the major turning points of you shutting yourself off from the world and “giving up” in general. However Lilith mentions that this relationship wasn’t exactly the healthiest since it placed pressure on being “good and proper” which apparently had some negative effects on not just you, but your other sisters as well.

Then she mentions that while you finally broke out of this shell a bit when you met Bobby, that relationship wasn’t exactly built on a stable foundation to begin with and indeed just fed into your world of fantasy on some level, with Bobby being a “Prince” whisking you away from the clutches of a “villain” (Your uncle in this case). Most of your relationship was co-dependency and enabling behavior since who would anyone that considered themselves “normal” stay with a man who doesn’t just murder people, but essentially runs a cult?

She then goes on to say that while she does think you did care for Bobby on some level, she doesn’t believe that you were really capable of ever loving him and not because of his sister, but because deep down you’re not really capable of the emotion at all. She mentions that you’re so used to your own company and withdrawn that you can’t even form proper attachments. Even a “non-normal” one like you had with Bobby.

She finishes up by saying that while much of your personality can be explained by “nurture”, there is evidence that all of the behaviors you exhibit were all just laying in wait to flourish anyway. Other members of your family have their own personality problems (Sadism, suicidal depression, narcissism, nymphomania, paranoid delusions, psychopathy, etc) meaning that it’s probably all genetic on some level. She even believes that under certain circumstances you could not only be capable of great violence, but also revel in it.

“But what does all this mean?” you ask.
“Nothing much as far as my report goes except maybe a half assed theory on why the drug didn’t seem to have an affect on your mind. I suppose for you it’s greater insight on yourself, but I’d wager that given your introspective nature, you’ve probably already pondered all of what I’ve just told at one time or another. It’s probably why you’re not really insulted by my words, because you probably agree with everything I said on some level.”

You don’t really have a response because what Lilith says is somewhat true. It’s actually pretty damn scary how accurate she was given that all her information was mainly based on Bobby’s words and the few conversations she’s had with you.

“Wow. Well I guess you didn’t go the typical route and say I was a closet lesbian or something.” You say.
“Oh, no. I don’t believe you’re a closeted lesbian.” Lilith chuckles.

“You just have some repressed bisexual tendencies, but that’s really a very minor point in the scheme of things. Anyway, I think we’re done. I’ll go grab your clothes and…”

Suddenly the door opens up and you see an older man with wild hair that’s completely white in color. He wears a bloody lab coat and has a pistol in one hand. You wonder if this Leslie.

“Sis, you need to get your ass out here. We’re under damn attack and we could use another pair of hands to hold a weapon out here.” He says.
“Who the hell is attacking?” Lilith says.
“Who do you think? Damn crazies from town and your GZ boys aren’t exactly the crack team they think they are. Just saw one of those fucking cowards run off…well before he got tackled and eaten by a bunch of those crazy fuckers.”
“Shit, they probably sent a bunch of fucking rookies. (Sigh) Fine, let’s go Leslie. Suzy, you might want to stay here.”

Lilith gets up to go with her brother, and the pair of them leaves the room. You don’t hear a click this time and you get curious…

You get up and try the door, and find it hasn’t been locked this time. They were probably in too much of a hurry to bother.

You sort of wonder if you shouldn’t take this opportunity to escape on your own terms, since you still have a bit of a trust problem with Lilith considering she did make a lab rat out of you. (Doesn’t matter if she was “nice” about it)

Of course maybe you’d be safer in here if there crazy cannibals out there.