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From the desk of Constance Althea Rypka Crimson

Diary Entry #3

(She never believes me when I say I only want to write an entry. She's asleep. I don't have long, so if I am cut off...)

It has come to my attention that Constance leaves out a lot of details. I'm guessing these are the "bad memories". She is such a tender heart. It annoys me to no end at times. What has happened, has happened. Accept it.

No matter. I will start with the morning after the murder of Miss Elsie Breclaw. Constance was taken to breakfast and then straight to Doctor Flagg. The straitjacket was tied very tightly. It was a little bit hard to breath, actually, especially with her arms crossed and locked over her chest in those canvas sleeves. Flagg did not look quite as chipper as he usually pretended to be when she sat in the large chair facing his polished desk.

                "Good morning."

                ". . . . ." I ordered her to say hello; being difficult would only make things worse. "Good morning, Doctor..."

                Flagg blinked slowly. "How are you recovering?"

                "Well."

                He leaned back in the chair, lacing his fingers together over his stomach. "So I've heard you've caused some trouble in the female ward." He was speaking to me, but she didn't understand this.

                "No."

                "No? Elsie was found dead in your room."

                "I didn't do that."

                "Then what happened?"

                "...I don't know." Her voice was small.

                "You don't know," he repeated emotionlessly.

                "No."

                A long pause.

                "001, will you let me take that patch off of your eye? I want to see something."

                She bit her lip, having figured out messing with the patch meant something terrible would happen. "I don't want you to." At this point, he stood and walked around the desk, frowning.

                "I didn't ask if you wanted me to. Will you please let me take the patch off?"

                She shook her head.

                Flagg's smile vanished. "001, you are going to cooperate."

                "I said I don't want you to."

                With that, he reached out and tore the patch away in the blink of an eye, despite her protest. Constance's arms flew up in an attempt to cover what he had expose. "No!!" she screamed, but it was no use. With that jacket, she couldn't fully cover the eye. I took over before she could do anything else and proceeded to break the belts on the straitjacket.

                "I don't appreciate that, 001...," Flagg murmured.

                "My name is Crimson. You, out of all people, should know we aren't the same person."

                "...You ruined the straitjacket," he replied.

                "I don't like being tied up."

                He furrowed his brow. "You're very curt, Mr. Crimson."

                "Don't call me 'mister'."

                "Miss?"

                "What are you--blind?" I growled. Dr. Flagg never had any common sense... "Do I even look vaguely female?"

                "You're a bit androgynous," he admitted. I grabbed his shirt collar, which he obviously didn't approve of.

                "I am male, you idiot."

                Flagg stayed still. "Please let go of me. I need to ask you some questions." I hesitated, but did let go after a moment. He staggered back.

                "What do you want to know?"

                "Sit down, first." I obeyed. Like a bloody animal. "You have an astounding amount of strength for having a version of a female body."

                "A version?"

                "Your body is only a....an alteration of hers."

                "You were expecting me to be weak?"

                "Not weak, just..." He paused dumbly. "Not very strong, seeing as 001 isn't all too healthy."

                "Anyone like her has strong fear. They always do." I smirked. "I can see that yours has stirred up a bit."

                "What?"

                "Being a sort of fear incarnate, I'd say it shouldn't be surprising that I can sense and track other people's fear."

                Flagg exhaled through his crooked nose. It looked like someone had broken it when he was a kid. "Please don't get off-topic," he replied after hesitation.

                "Off-topic? You haven't given a topic to stay on."

                "I will." He sat back in the chair again. "Tell me, Crimson. What is it like," he began, "to only be a parasite to a human?" Parasite. A parasite? "You're nothing but a leech, really. Annoying. Harmful. Easy to destroy, to rile up, or to use for good causes." My hands were twitching. "And I want to see how to you respond to treatment. Medication...Sharing a room...Shock therapy...Visiting me...You know." He rapped on his desk. "Nurse Hale, come into my office, please."

                "Yes, sir." The same nurse that had taken Constance to breakfast the morning of the operation entered the room.

                "How may I assist you, Doctor Flagg?"

                He held out a hand to her and smiled at me. "You remember Nurse Hale."

                The one that passed us off to her coworkers to electrocute us every day because she didn't want her hands getting dirty. As if I'd forgotten her. "Yes. Hello, Ms. Hale."

                She stared at me with that slate gaze until I returned the glare. "Hello."

                "This is...Crimson," Flagg commented.

                "Patient number?"

                "001," he answered and she paled. "Crimson, de me a favour.  I need to test your strength--oh, lock the door, Nurse Hale." I inclined my head a bit.

                "Test it? How do you plan to do that, Doctor?"

                "You have full permission to do whatever you please to Nurse Hale."

                She staggered back. "Pardon?"

                "It's fine," he assured her. "He won't kill  you." His cold gaze locked onto my face. He smiled a reptilian smile. "Isn't that right?" Something in his eyes said otherwise.

                "Yes," I lied.

I loved tearing her limb from limb and rubbing his nose in it. I loved holding that empty shell of a body up for him to see. I loved watching the blood drain from his ugly face and having that crimson pool on the floor as his test results. Even when

Should anyone read this before I have a chance to burn it, disregard whatever he's written.

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From the desk of Constance Althea Rypka Crimson

Diary Entry #3

(She never believes me when I say I only want to write an entry. She's asleep. I don't have long, so if I am cut off...)

It has come to my attention that Constance leaves out a lot of details. I'm guessing these are the "bad memories". She is such a tender heart. It annoys me to no end at times. What has happened, has happened. Accept it.

No matter. I will start with the morning after the murder of Miss Elsie Breclaw. Constance was taken to breakfast and then straight to Doctor Flagg. The straitjacket was tied very tightly. It was a little bit hard to breath, actually, especially with her arms crossed and locked over her chest in those canvas sleeves. Flagg did not look quite as chipper as he usually pretended to be when she sat in the large chair facing his polished desk.

                "Good morning."

                ". . . . ." I ordered her to say hello; being difficult would only make things worse. "Good morning, Doctor..."

                Flagg blinked slowly. "How are you recovering?"

                "Well."

                He leaned back in the chair, lacing his fingers together over his stomach. "So I've heard you've caused some trouble in the female ward." He was speaking to me, but she didn't understand this.

                "No."

                "No? Elsie was found dead in your room."

                "I didn't do that."

                "Then what happened?"

                "...I don't know." Her voice was small.

                "You don't know," he repeated emotionlessly.

                "No."

                A long pause.

                "001, will you let me take that patch off of your eye? I want to see something."

                She bit her lip, having figured out messing with the patch meant something terrible would happen. "I don't want you to." At this point, he stood and walked around the desk, frowning.

                "I didn't ask if you wanted me to. Will you please let me take the patch off?"

                She shook her head.

                Flagg's smile vanished. "001, you are going to cooperate."

                "I said I don't want you to."

                With that, he reached out and tore the patch away in the blink of an eye, despite her protest. Constance's arms flew up in an attempt to cover what he had expose. "No!!" she screamed, but it was no use. With that jacket, she couldn't fully cover the eye. I took over before she could do anything else and proceeded to break the belts on the straitjacket.

                "I don't appreciate that, 001...," Flagg murmured.

                "My name is Crimson. You, out of all people, should know we aren't the same person."

                "...You ruined the straitjacket," he replied.

                "I don't like being tied up."

                He furrowed his brow. "You're very curt, Mr. Crimson."

                "Don't call me 'mister'."

                "Miss?"

                "What are you--blind?" I growled. Dr. Flagg never had any common sense... "Do I even look vaguely female?"

                "You're a bit androgynous," he admitted. I grabbed his shirt collar, which he obviously didn't approve of.

                "I am male, you idiot."

                Flagg stayed still. "Please let go of me. I need to ask you some questions." I hesitated, but did let go after a moment. He staggered back.

                "What do you want to know?"

                "Sit down, first." I obeyed. Like a bloody animal. "You have an astounding amount of strength for having a version of a female body."

                "A version?"

                "Your body is only a....an alteration of hers."

                "You were expecting me to be weak?"

                "Not weak, just..." He paused dumbly. "Not very strong, seeing as 001 isn't all too healthy."

                "Anyone like her has strong fear. They always do." I smirked. "I can see that yours has stirred up a bit."

                "What?"

                "Being a sort of fear incarnate, I'd say it shouldn't be surprising that I can sense and track other people's fear."

                Flagg exhaled through his crooked nose. It looked like someone had broken it when he was a kid. "Please don't get off-topic," he replied after hesitation.

                "Off-topic? You haven't given a topic to stay on."

                "I will." He sat back in the chair again. "Tell me, Crimson. What is it like," he began, "to only be a parasite to a human?" Parasite. A parasite? "You're nothing but a leech, really. Annoying. Harmful. Easy to destroy, to rile up, or to use for good causes." My hands were twitching. "And I want to see how to you respond to treatment. Medication...Sharing a room...Shock therapy...Visiting me...You know." He rapped on his desk. "Nurse Hale, come into my office, please."

                "Yes, sir." The same nurse that had taken Constance to breakfast the morning of the operation entered the room.

                "How may I assist you, Doctor Flagg?"

                He held out a hand to her and smiled at me. "You remember Nurse Hale."

                The one that passed us off to her coworkers to electrocute us every day because she didn't want her hands getting dirty. As if I'd forgotten her. "Yes. Hello, Ms. Hale."

                She stared at me with that slate gaze until I returned the glare. "Hello."

                "This is...Crimson," Flagg commented.

                "Patient number?"

                "001," he answered and she paled. "Crimson, de me a favour.  I need to test your strength--oh, lock the door, Nurse Hale." I inclined my head a bit.

                "Test it? How do you plan to do that, Doctor?"

                "You have full permission to do whatever you please to Nurse Hale."

                She staggered back. "Pardon?"

                "It's fine," he assured her. "He won't kill  you." His cold gaze locked onto my face. He smiled a reptilian smile. "Isn't that right?" Something in his eyes said otherwise.

                "Yes," I lied.

I loved tearing her limb from limb and rubbing his nose in it. I loved holding that empty shell of a body up for him to see. I loved watching the blood drain from his ugly face and having that crimson pool on the floor as his test results. Even when

Should anyone read this before I have a chance to burn it, disregard whatever he's written.