Post Modern Writing Style....

Bit of a long one today, again a creative piece rather than a blog as such. I have just been writing so much recently, and they aren't stories, just little snippets... little inspirations that I don't have the patience... know how... skills to take to the end. Or maybe I am just lazy? Anyway, thought I would try out a writing style I have always enjoyed - Post Modern. Writing in a weird way just for the hell of it. Read on and see what you think... maybe a blog will follow sometime soon...

Tell me about yourself?

I’m sure you already know everything.

I know about the things written down on this little bit of paper, yes, but I do not know everything. In reality I know nothing. Now please, stop being so cold and tell me about yourself.

Ooh, was that an order that time? I’m not sure I want to play this game.

This isn’t a game. Just –

Yes, yes, tell me about yourself – I get it…

Then stop being so difficult and help me to understand what is going on in your mind.

And why would you want to know that? Why would anybody want to know anything about what is going on up here? After all, I am just a normal teenaged girl who you have just pulled off of some street as she was walking home. I haven’t done anything that warrants so much attention. In all honesty, I would much rather be left alone.

*Sighs*

Am I boring you Doctor? Do you not like it when your patients question your motives? You don’t like it when the humans you delve into the minds of fight you off? I didn’t ask to come here, so why would I want to help make your job any easier?

You are not boring me, Miss Sadava. You are aggravating me. Now tell me even the dullest bit of information about yourself or you will be going back into that hole in a wall we like to call your cell.

*Silence*

Take her-

Actually, I think I have a better solution to her muteness. Why don’t we try Plan B, Doctor?

I don’t think that is necessary. Just give her time and she will come around.

What is Plan B? Are you trying to scare me with this good cop, bad cop routine? It won’t work.

This is no routine, my dear; this is the next step with dealing with difficult and/or problem patients. If you do not cooperate we will turn to Plan B.

What is he talking about?

I am talking ab-

If you dare say Plan B I will rip your face off, and for your information I wasn’t talking to you. Doctor – what is he going on about, hey, where is he going – don’t you fucking go anywhere you slimy bastard!

Hey, calm down. Mr Burke, please will you stop. This will not get her to speak; it is only distressing her further.

It is her distress I want, Doctor, as that will provide the results we need.

You don’t know what you are letting yourself in for. Tell me what Plan B is or I will rip out your heart with my bare hands.

*The girl is breathing very heavily, almost grunting, and the sound of a chair being scraped back and quick footsteps dashing around a desk and then across the small room echoes against the cold brick walls. There is a dark chuckle from close to the doorway*

Okay, I will tell you what Plan B is. Plan B is the concept of bringing in the item you hold dearest to your heart and watching me slowly destroy it in front of you. You will be restrained in a chair, unable to stop me, unless you start to use your words. You have nothing to be afraid of by merely telling us about yourself, if you are just a normal school girl pulled off the streets without reason? I do not understand why you are resisting, and why you are forcing me to go to these extremes, but I will do. Oh, and when I say item – I clearly mean person. Now Doctor, why don’t you ask her the question again, while I go and pop out to get her prized item?

Don’t do this, Jonathon, please. We want her on our side; even threatening what you are threatening is likely to turn her against us! *The sound of a hand striking a face is heard*

Do not talk to me in that manner, I am your superior, and you are very close to giving away details that she cannot hear. She is an object to be used by us, and she will comply!

But this is merely a test to check her mental wellbeing, a generic psychiatric check up – not an interrogation, why are you taking this stage so far?

Because discipline cannot miss a stage. She needs to know that her attitude is not appreciated. She needs to understand that I will hold no bars. Even with these unimportant, trivial moments I will be as firm as I will ever be. That is the key to creating a well-behaved member of our team that will be a vital asset to our progress as a company.

Can you not see what is wrong –

If you continue to question my methods I will put your loyalty to the test, and with your loyalty comes the idea of your obedience, and thus discipline. You may think this is cruel to watch, but it will be even harder to bear. Now ask her the goddamn question!

*There is a short pause* Okay. *Sighs* Okay. Just give me a moment *footsteps return to their original position, a chair is quietly picked up and placed closer to the desk, the man sits down*. You have heard what Mr Burke has to say. Please, will you tell me about yourself?

I don’t understand what I am doing here. I am an eighteen year old student finishing my A levels, I go to the sixth form that is local to my home, I am taking Biology, Chemistry and English Literature… I plan to study Animal Behaviour at university. I am just a normal person. *All of this is spoken slowly and seems to be painfully drawn out. Spoken through gritted teeth*. Is that what you wanted to know?

Very good. Thank you for complying.

Yes, yes. Well done. Pity you felt the need to lie to us, Miss Sadava. Do you really think we don’t know a little more about you than you’re letting on? Why do you think we have taken you off of the streets? Why would we target you?

Burke –

*Hissed* Be very careful what words you use next, Doctor.

What is this place? Who are you people?

We are a secret department of the government dedicated to the protection of this nation’s great people. If there are any threats to human safety, we will intervene. Does that give you a hint?

Why did you say human safety?

I think you know why I said human safety, don’t you Miss Sadava.

Burke, is this really the right time. The orders were to work out Miss Sadava’s mental soundness and then decide on the next step. We do not know if she is ready to even be considered.

Considered for what? Will somebody please explain to me what is going on.

Eluzia, please just sit back down and remain calm.

Remain calm? It sounds like you are planning to use me in some sort of experiment! I just want to go home. Please, just let me go home.

Oh, so the tough girl act doesn’t last very long. That is disappointing.

Burke – why are you antagonising her?

I just want to go home, Doctor, what is going to happen?

One of two things will happen. You will either help us to detain and realign those that are like yourself, or rather those that are not like myself and the Doctor, or you will be eliminated. Either way, as you are a threat to humanity, you cannot be released. You should have been more careful, Miss Sadava, you let yourself get carried away. Too many people have suspicions about you. If you had been the good, normal girl you say you are then you would never have been discovered by our team. In the end, it is your choice to make. Help us, or be eliminated.

I – I don’t know what you are talking about. I haven’t done anything wrong, I am innocent, how can you commit someone into this prison – threaten to kill them – without due cause? This goes against the laws of our Kingdom. What about my basic human rights?

*Burke laughs, the door is opened* I’m not sure whether this is an act of denial, attempt at lying your way out of this situation or simple idiocy *further chuckling*. Human rights. Oh, my dear, you need to get your head around the situation you are in pretty quickly or else the decision will be made for you. We do not cater to time wasters. And wasting time seems to be a speciality of yours as we have gotten no where with this session and we are already needing to move on. Jenson, will you please take Miss Sadava back to her room – we are done for the day.

Done? She has only answered one question?

Yes, well, I feel we have definitely learned a few things about Miss Sadava without her needing to answer our questions. She is definitely sound in her mind – if not annoyingly resistant to admitting the truth. She just needs some discipline and she will be ready to help. She has clearly been given too much leeway on the outside.

Are you sure? I know I can get more out of her if you just give me some time-

Did you not hear me, Doctor? The company has no time for Time-Wasters… we need results instantly. We know she is sound. That is what we came into this room hoping to discover, why bother with the trivial questions you have written down when we can move on to her training?

Is nobody going to explain-

Be quiet, girl. We are not addressing you. Jenson, take her away now.

Hey, get your hands off of me. I am not ready to- hey! I want answers *Eluzia is silenced by the back of a large, male hand hitting her across the face. There is a sharp crack as her head hits the concrete ground and then the muffled, shuffling sound of her body being pulled out of the room. The door closes and the sound disappears*.

Was all that really necessary? She is just a girl. If we treated her with kindness she would willingly help us, if she knew our aims – our mission. Loyalty comes with respect.

No, loyalty comes with fear. I have been doing this for many more years than you, Doctor, and I know what gets results. Now please, stop questioning my methods or I will be making a formal complaint to the High Office.

*A tense silence follows this threat* Fine. Bring in the next patient… please.

Thank you. *The door is opened* Jenson, good, you are back. We are ready for the next patient.