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Post by Norman Bates on Jan 21, 2009 17:49:51 GMT -5
The first thing Norman noticed was Dr. Fell's voice. It was smooth as silk, cultured, the sort of voice that he'd only ever heard in the movies. When Mother would let him go. It represented everything his small town wasn't.
He nodded.
"G-good evening, Dr. Fell," he said, entering. "It's good of you to meet me, um, at night."
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Post by Dr. Fell on Jan 21, 2009 18:00:32 GMT -5
"Yes, well..." *Hannibal seemed to follow the thought for a moment without sharing.*
"Won't you have a seat?" *He gestured to the one in front of his desk, then to a couch against one wall.*
"Whichever you prefer, of course."
*Sarah seemed to hover near the door, unsure if she would be allowed to stay. Or at least if she should tie Norman up before she left.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Jan 21, 2009 18:22:33 GMT -5
Norman was silent for a moment, as if contemplating the choice between the chair and the couch.
"I think the chair will be safer," he said, then flicked an apologetic look at Dr. Fell. "I can be dangerous," he informed him, not looking or sounded at all so. "I've asked Miss von Krolock to... to t-tie me up just in case."
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Post by Dr. Fell on Jan 21, 2009 18:31:24 GMT -5
*Hannibal's brow arched slightly, but he gestured that she might proceed.*
"Whatever makes you...the most comfortable."
After dark meetings with emphasis on bondage and female domination. We're off to an interesting start.
*Sarah moved quickly to Norman's side, urging him to the chair gently.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Jan 21, 2009 18:47:54 GMT -5
Norman sat, with a shy, grateful smile at Sarah, then a rather blank look at Dr. Fell, as if suddenly afraid he was giving something away. Then he willed himself to relax, recalling that he was here of his own free will, to find out what was wrong with him--and fix it. If Fell noticed, Norman was somewhat weak in his movements and rather pale, though without anything to compare it to the significance might be lost.
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Post by Dr. Fell on Jan 22, 2009 7:52:36 GMT -5
*Hannibal's demeanor was calm and observant as the young woman bound his new patient to the chair. When she was done, his cold blue gaze lifted to her with a nod of his head.*
"You may wait outside. You will find chairs in the waiting room." *It was polite, but held no question. Sarah hovered a moment longer before starting to the door. He was bound, but she still worried for him. It was a dangerous position for him to be alone.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Jan 22, 2009 13:54:38 GMT -5
Norman felt his nerves awaken at the dismissal of Sarah, but he had been expecting it after all. He watched her go, somewhat anxiously, before turning back to Dr. Fell.
"Well," he said, his mouth dry. "Where should I start?"
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Post by Dr. Fell on Jan 22, 2009 14:42:04 GMT -5
*Sarah reluctantly slipped out into the hall, shutting the door behind her. Hannibal sat, drawing his pad into his lap and lifting his pen.*
"Perhaps you should tell me why you are here." *He suggested, for the moment, granting the boy some relief from his constant gaze.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Jan 25, 2009 13:32:28 GMT -5
Norman swallowed, opening his mouth as if to deliver another stuttering, roundabout statement. But instead, he said, "I want to stop hurting people." His voice was clear as it was bleak, and quietly desperate.
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Post by Dr. Fell on Feb 3, 2009 9:08:27 GMT -5
*Interesting, but not that surprising. Especially in light of the nighttime appointment, the restraints...and to be perfectly honest, it wasn't as if one had to look like a brute to be dangerous. Hannibal knew that better than most. He gave a short nod, his gaze settling on the boy.*
"And what is it that you do, that hurts people?" *He asked smoothly.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Feb 3, 2009 12:03:54 GMT -5
His eyes fell to some location lower than Fell's face, as if addressing himself to his lapel.
"I kill them," he said simply. As a vampire or not, it didn't matter. It didn't feel all that different to him, that power taking over, that impulse winning out. "I kill anyone I care about. I've been in... therapy before, you know. They said I was cured. I used to... After I killed Mother and her... after I killed them, I felt guilty. I created Mother in my mind, let myself become her so she'd still be alive. But she ordered me around just like she always did. And wanted me to herself. So whenever I met someone--whenever anyone was kind to me--she killed them. I did. I was treated, learned it was all me all along, that she'd done bad things to me when she was really alive that made me this way. And they let me go. Only... now I don't need Mother to kill for me."
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Post by Dr. Fell on Feb 4, 2009 7:21:49 GMT -5
At least he has yet to disappoint.
*Hannibal's gaze calmly shifted to the page and he made a few quick notes. He did not seem at all phased by the admission.*
"But you don't want to hurt people anymore?" *It may have sounded like a strange question, but there were plenty of reasons to seek therapy. That was not necessarily his.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Feb 4, 2009 11:58:35 GMT -5
Norman raised his dark eyes to Fell's in shock.
"I never wanted to hurt anyone," he said, his sincerity almost painful. "That's why I created Mother, they told me. So it didn't have to be 'me.' And now there's another part of me, one who... who takes over and does cruel things. I don't want to do those things. I'm trapped, watching... but I can't stop him. I know that sounds crazy. And maybe... maybe that's the real me, and I do want to hurt people, but... how can I know?"
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Post by Dr. Fell on Feb 4, 2009 12:37:25 GMT -5
*Hannibal listened coolly to the boy's rambling. When he paused, he continued smoothly.*
"If you want psychiatric help to stop this compulsion, why will you not consent to be committed?"
*It did seem the logical course, after all.*
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Post by Norman Bates on Feb 4, 2009 12:52:36 GMT -5
Norman's expression darkened.
"I've been there before," he said. "Now all I am is a murderer who knows it. And there are other... reasons it wouldn't be good. For anyone."
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