Writing Maniac's Story [PG] (Unfinished)

[Muad'Dib]

[FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][COLOR=Sienna]Well, this was an idea that floated through my head several months before I wrote it down. While I've got the plot down, I came up with the exact dialogue and actions as I went, so parts of it don't seem entirely proffessional. Anyway, I hope some of you think it's good. Oh, and one other thing... normally I don't put so much cursing into my writing, but that's just how that character is.

[B][U]Maniac's Story[/U][/B]

There was the light clink of metal as the pure white door unlocked and an orderly pushed it open. A tall man, in his twenties and rather handsome, strolled through the open door in a way that gave a false impression of order. At a closer look, he was really more rugged than handsome, but most people couldn?t tell the difference.
The small badge on his chest read ?Michael Stormridge? in capital letters across the top. It gleamed in the light of a single, bright, florescent light fixture hanging from the placid ceiling. This did not, however, make an impact on his over all ?street? look.
Classic Tough-Guy Cop.
He sat down at one end of the small table occupying the room as the door creaked shut behind him. He glared smugly across the table at the only other person in the room.
He was considerably younger than Mr. ?Tough Cop?, but bore an expression of equal, if not greater, self-righteousness. His, however, was mingled with that of a very deep despising. Obviously the expression was reserved solely for this man who now sat before him.
The younger man wore only a simple white uniform witch marked him as a member of the asylum?s less than respectable ranks. Green eyes stared directly into the officer?s face.
?Well well, long time, no see, aye Aedry?? the cop spoke first.
Aedry shot him a look of absolute loathing, ?Not long enough you bastard.?
Mr. Stormridge frowned sarcastically, ?Aw, come on Aedry, don?t be like that.?
?Does this have a purpose or do you enjoy seeing me in a mental asylum??
There was a long pause, both men?s figure reflected in the one-way window on the wall. Eventually Stormridge shifted in his seat and glanced down at the beige folder in front of him on the table. He opened it and looked over its contents. ?Aedrius Elturi, age 18, male??
Aedrius rolled his eyes, annoyed, ?Damn it Michael, you?re stalling.?
Michael continued without looking up, ??IQ of 203, nice Aedry, very nice.?
Aedrius didn?t respond. He slumped back in his chair with a scornful look on his face.
Stormridge kept reading, ?Height, 5?11??, eye color, green, hair color, brown? bye the way, like the new style.?
?I like it the old way.?
Michael paid no heed to Aedrius? comment, ?Stability level, mid. Ooh, looks like you need some work there Aedry.?
?God damn it, you know you?re just stalling Michael! You?re the bastard who put me in this nut house!?
Michael closed the folder and leaned back, wagging a finger at Aedrius, ?Now, now, you?re a dangerous criminal with a record of instability??
Aedrius hardly suppressed his rage, knowing that orderlies would rush in to contain him at the first sign of trouble.
?Well,? Michael said in a bored voice, ?I suppose I could tell you why I came.?
Aedrius waited impatiently for Michael?s explanation. Michael seemed to be taking his sweet time considering the idea.
?The Pentagon, the U.N. and all them are trying to decipher some signals they?ve picked up not far from Earth. They look real similar to the ?Uitonous? codes you hade translated in the complex. Anyway, considering they have no idea how to decode them, and the nature of previous messages you deciphered weren?t terribly friendly, they want you there to check ?em out.?
Aedrius looked at the wall, obviously more pissed off than before. ?Figures? those government dumbasses couldn?t understand a word of Uitonous if I drew it out for ?em.? He spit on the floor. ?Tell Ferdingam to go to hell.?
?Gee Aedry, I would, but I think they?d throw me out.?
There was another long silence as Aedrius stared at the wall with contempt. Michael arched an eyebrow, making his tough-guy face look ridiculously awkward.
?Well???
?What are they offering?? Aedrius said before Michael could even finish the word. The officer only smirked and leaned back in his chair.
?Some more comfortable quarters and less invasive surveillance. Maybe some entertainment.? Michael shrugged.
?Is that it?? Aedrius scoffed, ?They expect me to help their pitiful ***** for a better room and one less camera? They can kiss my ***.?
?Well,? Michael said resignedly, starting to stand up, ?if that?s the way you feel about it??
Aedry growled, annoyed. ?Alright, damn it, I?ll do it. But only if they can get me a secluded living space. If they still want to watch me, fine, but make sure the cameras are less obvious.?
Stormridge smiled pleasantly and put a hand on his hip. ?I?m sure that can be arranged.?
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That's it so far. I hope I didn't post too much at once... heh heh. C&C please!![/COLOR][/FONT]