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The Innocent Relapse

Flashback #3

His name was vague in my memory. Maybe it was the name of some masculine hero in a centuries old legend. Something artsy like that I think. I only remember that because I always was unable to pronounce it easily. Calling him a shorter version of the not very well thought out title his parents had thought was “unique” at the time of his birth. But like a bad tattoo, the idea of his name must have faded or changed shape till the original version of it seemed a bit too gaudy and condescending and, unfortunately, by then, he was the one who had to carry the typecasts that were innately attached to the original name, not the people who had chosen it. Maybe I just remember that because he was anything but gaudy or condescending, although Reynard’s had a bad habit of cutting anything of that sort from one’s personality.

His face wasn’t as foggy, though. He had slightly almond shaped green eyes and sandy brown hair that gleamed even under the fluorescent lights of Reynard’s. He must have been a swimmer or soccer player or some other kind of athlete because when he came in, he was significantly more broad-shouldered and fit than the usual newcomers. Maybe his health is the reason I was so physically attracted to him. I must have only been in the system for three or four months at the time. My reasoning a bit easier to understand now that I reflect on it.

That was supposed to be towards the end of my session. I was chomping at the bit to get out and I think they could have sent in a circus clown and I would have wanted to jump it. My pubescent fifteen year old self hitting a high point in my hunger for human flesh. And what a pretty piece of flesh he was.

I was still a Class C student at the time. The lowest student ranking in how serious a “condition” was. I was allowed to mildly and awkwardly mingle with the others and it was even getting easier now that I had been there for a little while. So of course, upon seeing him, I wanted to talk to him, at the least. And I did. He became a weird form of a friend. There was definitely an underlying tension between us. The way we looked at each other across the table at lunch and the little spark that would shoot up my body when he grazed me. I was deprived of contact and he was willing to give it as long as no one would find out.

It only took two or three weeks before I kissed him. In the corner of one of the hallways before lights out was called. I remember walking back to my room with a sudden skip in my step that I hadn’t had since I’d been there.

But one hidden kiss and one hidden camera was all it took to capture my obvious difficulty with the program.

I was called into the main office the next morning and directed to a blank white room with one simple card table and two simple chairs on either side. Sitting casually on one side of the table was Dr. Klause. The first time I had ever seen him. I heard the door shut behind me and I was alone with him.

He was sitting back in his chair with his leg crossed idly over his knee. The pipe in his mouth hung lazily and made me notice the smoky smell in the room.

“Have a seat,” he said simply, waving lackadaisically towards the other chair. I sat down.

“So, you are Gerard?” he pulled out a file from his jacket. Opening it and looking over the papers. “Ah, yes. The incestuous case.”

I felt my lips purse and hands fidget for something else to focus on.

“I take it you are having a hard time with the program,” he said flipping the papers again.

“Why?” I said. The corner of my lip twitching tightly. I knew the answer, but I wasn’t sure if he did.

“Well, the way you so easily cornered yourselves in the Class C hallway last night is disappointing to say the least.”

I sat silent.

“Do you think that we are all dim here, Gerard? I hate to tell you, but we are pretty refined at what we do here. We know what you are doing, where you are doing, and who you are doing it with. To think anything less of our intelligence is just arrogance,” he puffed out a cloud of smoke at the end of his sentence. The period on his statement.

I still was silent.

I heard the door behind me crack. “Dr. Klause?” and office assistant asked. “The visitor you called for is here.”

“Good,” Dr. Klause nodded. “Bring her in.”

I heard the tap of high heels on the linoleum floor and out of the corner of my eye saw a bright mess of color to my side.

“Gerard,” Dr. Klause said. “I’d like you to meet a friend of mine. Candy.”

I turned towards her. She couldn’t have been more than 25. Her face was slightly mangled, like she could have been pretty without the meth addiction or the warped teeth she could never pay to fix. She wore a pink shiny dress that revealed more than anyone would care to see and a faux fur jacket that looked like it had been taken off an abused, flea infested dog in a Detroit slum. Winding back down her too skinny frame was a pair of brightly colored fishnets that weaved their way into a pair of metallic knee high boots.

“I thought that maybe she could get you used to the feel of a woman’s touch. You obviously have been struggling with that concept.” Dr. Klause smiled a sick, twisted grin that must have been one of the few I ever saw him attempt. “Take good care of him, Candace.” He gave a malicious chuckle and walked briskly out of the room.


ok so just finished reading this in one day. this plotttttttttrtrttttttt

This is the best fan fic I've ever read. It has a very unique story line and I love it dearly. I'm sure it would get better if iT WAS EVER UPDATED!

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I have the distinct feeling I'm not getting the end of this.

Please update? Just read all 47 chapters in one go, need more! X

NOOOOOOOOOOO you can't just leave it like that.One thing I can't stand the most is cliffhangers!!!!!
please update soon