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The terrible urges that repulse our very soul… are not always our own.

RICHARD C. CROSSLEY

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A troubled orphan
impersonates a psychiatrist at the institution he believes drove his mother to suicide.
Just One patient
the old man that believes himself the container of the evil.
MISSION
Find the truth and exact revenge on those responsible.
PROBLEM
the truth changes everything.

Random Excerpt..

 

She’s young. A teenager at most. Her jet-black hair is an ink spot in the night. The man tenderly combs the hair from her face with rough fingers. He sits back on his haunches and stares at her. After several minutes he plays his last piece of the night’s symphony, a series of deep choking sobs.

 

A troubled and violent orphan…

grows up to impersonate a psychiatrist and gains a position at the institution he believes drove his mother to suicide.

Just one patient…

the old man that believes himself the container of the evil.

Mission

Find the truth and exact revenge on those responsible.

Problem

the truth changes everything.

The terrible urges that repulse our very soul… are not always our own.

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RICHARD C. CROSSLEY

The service elevator groans slowly down into the depths of the facility and Tucker remembers the book. “What do you think he was looking for?” he asks. It breaks the spell and startles Alice. “The book” he adds.

“I don’t know. Whys that important now?”

“It’s history and instruction. Why would Russell need any of that? He’s been on the job for 50 years.”

She quietly reflects, almost sad. “It’s about more than that. It’s about faith. Believing in good and evil, recognizing the difference, and choosing the better part. We never get beyond a need for that.”

That seems easy for her, he thinks. Not that she isn’t faced with endless challenges, but in the sense that she never has to consider her choice. She’s good. She sees good and she chooses good. For Tucker, his choices often lead him to steeper cliffs and greater falls. His faith has always been in himself, and he suddenly finds the container far too small for his needs. He’s never looked beyond the rush of the moment’s need. Never considered the effect on his life by others, or his on theirs, despite the devastating impact of his mothers’ suicide. He trusts only when it seems unavoidable. It isn’t that he doesn’t believe in good and evil. He’s seen more than enough of one. He’s simply never given much thought to the concept that he can personally choose between the two, or that his choices impact others. He doesn’t exercise faith because he doesn’t understand what it is or how it works. It’s always seemed a static concept, designed as a prop for the weak and hopeless. That it’s an actual force with great power never occurred to him.

 

The elevator sinks into the depths. Tucker’s ears pop.