Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

Lucas smiled at Simon's words almost instantly. Smart man. He praised. His smile quickly grew into a grin when the angel threatened him against broken promises. Oh he was fierce and savage and real. Lucas wanted to taunt him and bring anger boiling from the depths of his broken mind. He wanted to see how this body twisted every emotion. His thoughts scattered about as Lucas pushed himself to his feet. He turned and strolled across the room, then back again, only this time he stopped half way to answer Simon's question. Who said I would be sneaking you out? Lucas demanded, though his smile was still present across his lips. No, Simon, you are far too broken to be let free. Someone might take you away from me. His eyes flickered back to the door when he heard the lock free. It seemed time was up. Gentlemen. Lucas greeted, his stance switching to a more relaxed pose as he turned to face them. Thank you. Will you direct me back to Doctor Thompson's office? He questioned as he urged them out of the room once more. Business concluded Simon had little need to remain there answering pointless questions from Simon. Once the door was locked, Simon wouldn't see Lucas again for another two months. At first when Simon heard Lucas speak he looked confused, and then stunned, completely sure that he was going to be leaving this place finally. When he was speaking to the guards Simon didn't even know what to do, sitting there looking completely lost. Lucas ushered the two men out of the room and the door shut and locked behind them, Simon's shock turning to anger as he rose and went to the door, yelling down the hall until he couldn't see them anymore. He took to pacing his room, and with each passing day he became more agitated, angry, and violent. No longer could one person be alone with Simon without the use of a straightjacket and a muzzle fitted over his mouth. Simon had started convincing himself that he had imagined the entire encounter since he had been in there so long and was dying to get out and get his wings. He was laying on his bed, without blankets so that he couldn't hang himself, when two of the burlier guards came in. Simon, groaned, seeing the straightjacket and muzzle, claiming he didn't want to talk to anybody today, though they didn't say anything to him, they never did unless he was misbehaving. He didn't struggle while they fitted him, he didn't feel like being beaten today. Simon figured it was just the doctor who wanted to come in and talk to him again, although he never seemed to get what he wanted from Simon whenever they spoke. Surprisingly enough it was the apparition he had spoken to a couple of months ago. His head was tilted a little as he looked at the man before he started laughing two months. I have never had to wait for two months to see another hallucination he said, laughing as he realized he was just talking to himself again. The big burly men would probably come in with something to sedate him soon so he didn't hurt himself. Simon rolled his eyes I should probably quit talking to the hallucinations. It's why they keep me in here. Well, that and eating people. But people taste good. So much better than the other shit they have on this planet. Simon seemed to almost disregard the demon now, ignoring him and trying to work his arms out of the damned jacket.