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[DR. FINN THOMAS]

Okay. So maybe things had gotten a tad out of control. But Finn Thomas had a good reason. He always had a good reason. For everything. End of story.

Okay. So maybe it had been a tiny, miniscule, minute, seven-point-three-bazillionth of an overreaction. Maybe. Maybe. But this had been the thirteenth, no, the fourteenth time that the imbecile of a girl had interrupted his precious Judge Judy. The season finale too! All because of some stupid math question. Okay, admittedly the “learning lab” was technically a place for “learning.” But there was a fine, fine, fine line between “learning” and “interrupting Judge Judy to ask a retarded question that you should be able to do in your fucking sleep.” The nerve. THE FUCKING NERVE.

He would’ve settled for giving her a big fat F on her next several quizzes and tests, had she not refused to leave. And Finn had happened to have a Swiss Army Knife in his pocket. Yes. A fucking Swiss Army Knife.

Besides, Burger King had been down one hundred points. So all-in-all, he hadn’t been in the best of moods. And holy God there was a lot of blood on the floor. If they found this body he’d get fired, and if he got fired he wouldn’t be able to watch Judge Judy during planning periods anymore. Damnit, he needed to get rid of this body. And fast.

Footsteps in the hallway outside. Finn swore and wedged himself into the doorway, blocking any and all view into the room. “BIG FAT F IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING IN HERE!” he shouted loudly, dragging a finger menacingly across his throat. “BIG FAT F! BIG FAT-oh. Annie.” He sighed in relief, then leaned in conspiratorially. “Listen. I need you to get your ass in here.”

He grasped her hand and yanked her through the doorway, pointing to the body on the floor. “We have to hide this before that Biology Teacher sees. If that Biology Teacher sees, all bets are off. C’mon, c’mon, you’re kinda killing me here!”

[ANNIE TISBURY-MUKEMMEL]

Today was simply lovely. She had nothing to do, no papers to grade, no students to reprimand. Teaching really was a glorious trade when days like this came around. The only downside was that she had burned her way through her supply of lighter fluid in her classroom during her free period and now needed to get some more from the supply closet.

She wondered idly where the administration thought all the lighter fluid was going. She had certainly covered her tracks but it seemed like there was always a fresh supply. She would love to sit in on one of the administration meetings in which they discussed the apparent need for lighter fluid, JUST to see those stuffy eggheads squirm with uncomfortable confusion.

She started to hum, a habit that she had noticed picking up momentum lately. She didn't really know why, but every time she got even remotely near a positive emotion she felt the need to express it in song. She wrote it off as a side-effect of the near constant fume inhalation and vowed to have it checked out later if it persisted.

“BIG FAT F IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING IN HERE!”

As she neared the learning lab, she couldn't help but hear the chanted screams unmistakably shouted by Finn. She was a bit confused, she KNEW that he hated dealing with students in the learning lab just as much as she did, but this was taking it to a whole new level.

“BIG FAT F! BIG FAT-oh. Annie. Listen. I need you to get your ass in here.”

She barely batted an eye at the new tactic. Hell, if HE hadn't started it, Annie probably would have been there barking at the door. She didn't think she could take another student barging in with an asinine question that was answered with just a moment's thou-

HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WHY WAS THERE BLOOD?

She looked at the deep red mess splattered across the floor, and tried, REALLY tried to understand. She couldn't think straight, this was making no sense and a splitting headache was starting to torment her.

“We have to hide this before that Biology Teacher sees. If that Biology Teacher sees, all bets are off. C’mon, c’mon, you’re kinda killing me here!”

What? He expected he to hide the body? She didn't want to touch ANY of that! It was so messy, so ungodly messy and probably would stain her clothes and and and....she didn't even understand WHY she had to deal with this in the first place!

"Finn....Finn, wait. Finn.... what is this? What the HELL is this?"

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[DR. FINN THOMAS]

What is this feeling
Of power and drive?

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Finn grasped the girl’s hands, attempting to yank the body over to that godforsaken table in the corner. If he could just hide it there, then blame it on that fucktard of an English teacher somehow, some way, then it would all be good. It would all work out. Just hide the body and walk away. Easy as sin(ax)sin(bx)- k cos (ax)cos(bx)=-1.

In truth, he wasn’t sure why he’d killed her. Really, he wasn’t. This ugly-ass girl from his AP calculus class had trotted in asking about some stupid vector that any moderately intellectually-inclined six year old could derive backwards, in his sleep, with both hands tied behind his back and a paper back over his head. Honesty-fucking-ly. He’d been pretty pissed, and the fact that NBC was down twenty-seven points hadn’t helped matters. But still, he hadn’t exactly been in a killing mood…and now the chick was lying on the ground, bleeding from multiple punctures of her chest, with Finn’s Swiss army knife protruding from her shoulder. Weird.

Still, as Aristplatocles or whatever the fuck his name was said, no time like the present. Finn resumed, his yanking. Annie seemed a tad alarmed. Finn couldn’t imagine why on earth that would be. It was just a dead body…right? Just a dead body…

What the fuck? No. It was not just a fucking dead body. IT WAS A FUCKING DEAD BODY! Jesus Christ almighty, what the fuck was going on here today? It was like there was some weird serial killer invading his mind and gently angling his thoughts towards homicidal tendencies. Jesus. Jesus. He needed to sit down.

"Finn....Finn, wait. Finn.... what is this? What the HELL is this?"

Finn glanced around quickly. Hoooo boy. Well this was going to be a hard one to explain away.

He held up his hands in surrender. “Hey, I, I did not do this. I…I have never seen this idiot…I mean, girl, before, never in my life! I certainly didn’t kill her! Oooooh no! I do not kill people! That…that is my least favorite thing to do!”

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[ANNIE TISBURY-MUKEMMEL]

Her head was going to split. Oh Jesus. Oh, Christ. Oh, GOD. Was that Neta MacHare? Good lord, she was one of the better students. Finn killed a student. FINN KILLED A STUDENT. her eyes rolled around the room, trying to take in everything. there was no way this was happening. She had to be dreaming. Was she finally suffering some side effects from all the smoke inhalation? Oh God, Oh lord, no. She couldn't be going crazy. She couldn't handle insanity. Or Senility. Or....delusional qualities? She had so much left to do! She had yet to publish her journal yet! Or go to burning man tos ee the flames, or even have the opportunity to -

Good God, it couldn't be THAT late! It was almost time for Tea! This was seriously cutting into her schedule.

....Where had that thought come from? Well, it had obviously been a thought, but it didn't come from her. had it? it couldn't have. She wasn't crazy. She didn't think about tea. She barely DRANK tea! She couldn't think like that. It had to have been something she ate that morning. She was just a little woozy, too. Maybe this was all a dream. Or some large-scale hallucination. Yes, that was surely it. She was probably in some hospital bed right now, comatose from a bad egg she had cooked up that morning. Salmonella really WAS a killer.

"Oh, WHY do you always complicate things that are really quite simple?"

A voice. Oh, god, that was a legitimate voice. Was she hearing bits and pieces of conversations that were happening in the hospital around her body. She looked up at the cieling desperately searching for a way out of this nightmarish scene. Maybe she should try communicating. It might let them know she was still ready to go back to the land of the waking.

"I'M HERE! DON'T PULL THE PLUG! I'M STILL CONSCIOUS!" she reamed to the heavens, desperate to get the message across, even if it was only as her murmuring in her comatose state.

"Gracious! Thank the lord YOU'RE not a governess. Simply can't hold her head in a crisis situation. One moment. I'm coming out now."

Annie felt her heart rate surge. This had to be it. She had to be having a heart attack. Or maybe they had just taken her off life support. Was her entire life a dream? Some trippy comatose dream? Maybe she had been unconscious for it all and they had finally decided that enough was enough. They did that sometimes, didn't they? She was pretty sure that they did. Obviously life was frail, Finn had shown that. Oh god, Finn. Oh god, NETA. Oh GOD!

"Oof! That was a MUCH rougher landing than I'm used to."

Suddenly there was a woman. Some....STRANGE woman with dark HIDEOUSLY out of style clothing. Annie wasn't sure, but she thought she was wearing a bonnet, or something along those lines. The woman looked about the room disdainfully, wrinkling her nose at every detail. She seemed rather put-off by the whole thing.

"MY, but it's a mess in here. Just LOOK at that white board. Someone has been seriously slacking in their cleaning duties these past few years. And for HEAVENS SAKES. Someone just left their dead body lying RIGHT THERE! Good lord, VERY improper, if I do say so myself. Not a good show, nope, not one bit."

She seemed very out of it, not really paying attention to what was going on with either Finn or Annie. It was certainly not doing anything to help convince Annie of anything other than that she was dreaming, experiencing a high or comatose. Actually, she was leaning towards the high right about now. There was NO way her mind could have made this up without stimulants.

Then it happened. The pinnacle of insanity. The very essence of confusion and denial. The woman simply snapped and with a sudden whoosh the body and the blood were all gone, leaving only the woman with a smug and accomplished look on her face.

"Well, righto. Now that that's sorted, who's ready for some good morning tea? I feel quite in a spot for some, myself, but it would be DREADFULLY rude not to ask my company's opinion."

Annie stood gawking with her mouth hanging open. Her eyes darted to Finn, to see how he would react to this madness before she started calling to the doctors again.

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[DR. FINN THOMAS]

What is this feeling
Of power and drive?

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Annie was freaking out. Why the fuck would she freak out? It was just a dead body. Just a fucking dead…NO! No, it was not just a dead body. It was a student! A fucking student, and he couldn’t remember killing her. He didn’t even know he’d owned a knife! Where the fuck had he gotten the knife?Oh God, he was probably drunk, wasn’t he? Damnit. God damnit! He was gonna get fired. He was so so so so fucking gonna get fired.

And getting fired meant no more job. And damnit, no job mean no more Judge Judy, no more stock portfolio, no more checking the weather in Liechtenstein or the Cayman Islands or Guadeloupe or Kyrgyzstan and broadcasting it across the school through the PA system because it was just so damn interesting. No more hiding from the Superintendent in the Chem Lab when she pranced around the school trying to get him to change his curriculum, no more confiscating Grey’s Anatomy DVDs from that one kid in his Geometry class and watching them during Lunch Break, no more confiscating iPhones and using them to substitute his own name into various Wikipedia articles.

God damn it, he’d probably have to go teach at that Barrie hellhole, and from what he’d heard, those kids were just as retarded as the Baum freaks. Maybe he should buy himself a whip. No, even better. A gun. He should buy himself a gun, but not shoot kids, oh no. No, he’d smack them over their retarded little heads with the butt, like the clubs they used on..what the fuck was that movie? Nah, it didn’t matter. He was going to mutilate them until they could derive in their sleep! He was going to…kiiiiilllllll.

Kill? No, not kill! That wasn’t what he’d been thinking at all! God damn it, he hadn’t even had a beer in what, 36 hours, 38 minutes and 19.033 seconds?

Kiiiiiilllllll…. The voice echoed through his head again. He turned to Annie, startled. “Did you hear that?” But she seemed preoccupied with something else. "I'M HERE! DON'T PULL THE PLUG! I'M STILL CONSCIOUS!"

Kiiiiilllll….

Finn was about to storm to the Nurse’s office and demand a sensible explanation for this, when a revelation smacked him in the face like that damn band room door that opened outwards into the bustling hallway. He loved that voice. Not only did he love the voice. He was that voice.

The words surrounded him, swirling, gyrating, expanding, contracting into arbitrary blends of watercolor forms, hulking figures, enveloping, licking flames, sinister sneers, subtly curving blades, spurts of blood spattering his field of vision, screams, screams, screams, shrieks of agony, howls of pain, hollers of beeseechement, to die, to die…and fire, ferocious, ruthless, merciless fire, surging forward, up, down, engulfing every color, every scent, every thought and emotion, red and orange, acrid fumes, and suddenly Finn knew, knew everything, the past, the future, the present, the expanses, and Finn knew the voice, echoing through the infinite spectrums of the five senses, piercing the anarchy around him…

”Do you want to be left as you are?”

The Learning Lab flickered back into focus, Finn gasping as if he’d just broken the surface of frigid water. “’Scuse me?” he breathed.

”Do you want to be left as you are, or do you want your eyes and soul to be blasted by a sight that would stagger the devil himself?”

The voice was husky and cynical, gravel grinding on concrete. “I…” Finn began, but his voice trailed off.

And then he saw her, the woman. He didn’t look too hard, didn’t soak in her features like he normally would. He didn’t care. He didn’t care what she looked like. Finn had one desire, one desire. Forget books. Forget Orthegonal Theorems and Vanderbonde Matrices. There was one truly important thing in life, and that surpassed all petty human desires. And Finn needed it. More than he needed food and water, he needed that woman. Dead.

Without a single exertion of force his muscles carried him forward, snatching the knife on the way past the table. The knife flew sprouted above his head, blade gleaming under the fluorescent lighting of the Learning Lab. Faster, faster he ran, saliva shoving itself into his mouth, across his lips. The chairs and tables flashed by as the woman grew closer, her neck, her wrists, her heart, growing and growing in his field of vision. A single flick of the shoulder, the knife plunged down, down, down, down…

It sliced beautifully through the cashmere cardigan, the white mesh shirt, the gleaming white skin, like a graceful diver slipping soundlessly through the surface of the water.

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[ANNIE TISBURY-MUKEMMEL]

The body was gone, there was a man. There was a woman who had seemingly sprung from Annie's imagination. What was going on?!?

Madness. That's what it was. Annie had always known that it was coming. It ran in the family. It must have skipped a generatioin, because as far as she knew her parents had never gone this insane, but her Aunt Matilda certainly had. Annie remembered with horror how she had spent time at Aunt Matilda's house, bringing her a nice "get well soon" basket when it had started. That poor, crazy woman had gone totally bonkers one day, thinking that she was in fact a piece of toast rather than a dear, senile old woman. It had been only a few weeks later that Aunt Matilda had been found dead, with several bite marks taken out of her arm and having bled out right in the kitchen after trying to stick her hand into the toaster.

Annie didn't want to be a piece of toast! It wasn't normal! it wasn't proper! She wanted to stay perfectly sane and scientific, not see these horrible visions of insanity and and and-

HE HAD STABBED THE WOMAN. Oh, god, oh lord no. What was happening? Annie felt a pang of hurt shoot through her body. What had happened? Had he really stabbed HER? Was she projecting these things? What if FINN was the one who had stabbed her? She had loved him! What had she done wrong?

The woman who Annie could only assume was a projection of herself barely batted and eye at the predicament she was in. She calmly took the tatters of her cardigan and wrapped it more tightly around her body, covering the wound.

"I would appreciate it if you restrained yourself in our future encounters. It is most impolite to go slashing throughout the world at whatever you see. If I didn't know any better, I would consider you one of those Hindu savages instead of a proper English gentleman."

For a moment she fumbled and fidgeted with her waist, inspecting whatever wound had been inflicted. Her hands moved so deftly it was difficult to see exactly what was going on. After a moment or two though, she stopped her fumbling and revealed that there was in fact no wound, or even any evidence of blood. Her clothing was returned to its previous state of fastidious care and she merely bore an agitated look on her face as evidence of any problem. Annie noticed that she had lost all sense of pain that had showed up after the attack as well.

"You're lucky I'm so well trained in first aid, might I add. I don't care to think what the results would have been otherwise."

Annie was so confused, and her head was aching. She was pretty sure she smelled toast somewhere...

Unceremoniously, she collapsed to the ground, faint. The woman in the cardigan merely glanced at her and made a tutting noise as everything went black.

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[DR. FINN THOMAS]

What is this feeling
Of power and drive?

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"I would appreciate it if you restrained yourself in our future encounters. It is most impolite to go slashing throughout the world at whatever you see. If I didn't know any better, I would consider you one of those Hindu savages instead of a proper English gentleman."

Hindu savages? Hindu savages? Finn felt the anger in his chest dilate and explode like a silly little nuclear bomb. He tried to speak rationally as always, but the cheery catchphrase came out as more of a malicious holler. “REALLY, ANNIE? REALLY?” He threw his hands in the air. When would she learn? When the HELL would she learn? You didn’t diss Dr. Thomas. You just didn’t. “HINDU SAVAGE? REALLY, ANNIE? YOU’RE KINDA KILLING ME. YOU’RE KINDA KILLING ME.”

He felt his watch vibrate against his wrist and glanced down briefly. Judge Judy was on. Not that he cared.

Wait, what? OF COURSE HE CARED. I T WAS JUDGE JUDY. JUDGE FUCKING JUDY WAS ON, AND FINN HAD FUCKING CALCULUS TESTS TO GRADE, DAMNIT. No, wait, what? He didn’t care about Judge Judy. All he cared about was-YES HE DID. YES, DAMNIT, HE CARED ABOUT JUDGE JUDY.

Jesus fuck, how could you not care about Judge Judy? That was like not caring about…KILLLINGGGGG.

Okay. This was gonna be okay. He just needed to give some kids some F’s, take a few-ish valium, and go to sleep. He turned around to face the hallway, through which idiot students were still meandering. “Hey you!” he called loudly. “Yeah, you! Liam Lynch! Get your ass to class! Yeah, that’s right. THAT’S RIGHT. GET YOUR FUCKING ASS TO CLASS!” He cackled as the student scurried away. “BIG FAT F!” he hollered, creating the beautiful letter with his three fingers. “BIG FAT F FOR A BIG FAT FAILURE! THAT'S YOU, IN CASE YOUR STUPID INCOMPETENT BRAIN COULDN'T TELL! YOU'RE A FAILURE. BIG FAT F!”

"You're lucky I'm so well trained in first aid, might I add. I don't care to think what the results would have been otherwise."

Was the lady…still alive? That was not okay. “Are you seriously still alive? Seriously? You’re still kinda killing me.” Still, he was distracted. His mind was still feeling really mass-murderer-y, and that wasn’t okay. He needed to give some Fs. NOW.

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[ANNIE TISBURY-MUKEMMEL]

Miss Poppins surveyed the room. Truthfully it was quite a mess. She could spot numerous places where the poor janitorial staff had missed spills and germs, and by god, did the lights HAVE to be so stark? The fluorescent was simply a tad too much for her poor senses. Some nice candles and a floor lamp would be a much better suit for this room rather than those glaring miniature suns. She could see that she would definitely have her work cut out for her as she made her debut entrance into this brand new world. No matter - it would be no different than all those times she had descended down from the clouds into utmost insanity.

Oh, dear, her girl....woman...Drat, she never HAD gotten around to introducing herself, the poor, incompetent dear, had seemd to have fallen into a swoon. Now, Mary was certainly no fly-by-night highwayman who would take advantage of any given situation that presented itself to her, but at present it seemed that being only a corporeal personage was not particularly gratifying, and fate had deemed her worthy enough to send a quite faint body with which to overtake.

Sidling over to the body and quite ignoring the mad man's ramblings, she simply slipped inside for a moment, just to take a quick peek around the surrounding area to see what sort of mess she had gotten herself into this time.

Fluttering open her eyes, she could tell right away that this was by no means going to be a simple era to correct. Already the clothing was uncomfortable and in her opinion, quite tacky indeed. Getting as profoundly as possible to her feet, she looked around, quite ignoring the mad hoots and hollers of the man her dear woman had been speaking with before all that nasty blood business had gotten started. She slipped out into the hall, looking with confusing at the students that simply sat in a corner, wearing utterlyh disgusting dark clothing and smelling of some foul stench. Did the world really fall so far as to let their children roam free without supervision? What dark horrorfest had she stumbled into?

For the first time, she acknowledged the presence of the other man, turning back inside what she now considered to be a quite better than average room, "Excuse me....but where are the nannies?"

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[DR. FINN THOMAS]

Everything about the lady screamed “fucking prick.” No, seriously. Her hair was all scrunched and shit, her eyes were big and wide like some dumb anime kid, and her clothes looked like something those people wore on “What Not to Wear” before the whole money thing started. Not that he knew what happened on What Not to Wear, since he totally didn’t watch it during his free blocks.

Hey! Speaking of free blocks, why on Earth was he-

Look at the woman.

The voice was coarse and serpentine, like a little snake thing slithering through the brushes in the courtyard. Ugh. Finn had always hated snakes. What fucking woman? he asked his schizophrenic fantasies. Might as well humor himself. That was the key to freeing oneself from his or her own delusions, correct? No wait, maybe that was masochism. No, no, it was definitely schizophrenia.

The culprit. The voice boomed through his head as Finn’s boomed throughout the school when he broadcasted the weather in Herzegovina over the loudspeaker. See how she opens herself to you. She is unarmed, unguarded. She has made herself a target.

A target. And Finn knew what you did with targets. Targets were meant to be…KILLED.

No! No, not killed! That was totally not what he had been thinking at all!

Kill it. Kill it. Kiiiiiillll-“

"Excuse me....but where are the nannies?"

“Nannies?” Finn attempted to tune out the voice in his head. “What…hold on a second.” The voice in his head had grown more insistent than before, hissing so sharply that he could feel a migraine brooding in the back of his cerebral lobe. Magnificent. You need to be quiet, he ordered his delusions sharply.

The targe-

Finn sighed. Are we going to have conflict, voice? Are we going to have conflict? He refocused on this creepy lady standing before him. Where the fuck had she come from, anyway? Had she just like, dropped in from the ceiling? “Uh, nannies for whom?”

Whoa, wait, what if all this was just some alcohol-induced coma? What if he was lying on his floor at home right now and this lady was a sign that he was nearing the end? Whoa, was he in Inception? Like in that one part where they-

Leave out the movies, dearest Doctor.

Finn sighed, adjusting his collar. In a dream or a movie or a trip or not, this voice was still getting a big fat F when he got back to his classroom. He would make a new page in his grade book specifically for the voice. It would say “Voice” at the top. And he would write a big fat F. Yes. That was what he would do.

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