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The Wicked Mind - When two twisted minds meet, dark thoughts change to dark deeds.

We understand each other. We want same things, think same thoughts.. And we embrace each other as we embrace death. With you I finally know what I really want, what I really need.. What is my meaning.
When Ishimura More was released from asylum, he was lost and alone. Being what he is, he did not belong anywhere, he had nobody by his side. Life was empty of meaning. Until he met her..
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Young man walked on the hallways, which he had known so many years.. In front of him were metal doors, taller than man, which had separated him from the outside world. The asylum was his home, been since childhood.. But now the doors came closer and closer, and his steps changed slower and slower.


"Ishi doesn't want to.. Does Ishi has to, does he?", he whispered by himself. The gate opened before him, and revealed heavy rain and wind, which tossed around the autumns leafs. He hesitated, looked behind him, then outside; for years he had dreamed about life beyond the high walls of the institution, but now, when the life he had been dreamed about was suddenly reality.. It scared him. "What does Ishi do..?", he whispered again.. But was then forced out of the building, trough the gates, and into the streets. Young man covered his black hair with hood of his worn out jacket, and started to walk; without destination. Soon his pale grey skin was wet and cold, and in his eyes confused and absent look; one of them was dark green, another light blue.


"They'll take care of Ishi, right? Ishi will be fine, right?", he whispered again. Indeed, authorities had given him apartment and small announce, but he did not know where he should live or what the normal life was. He was himself far from normal..


Hours later he stepped inside rather old cafe, and warmth made him shiver. Only few customers seemed to notice him, and also seemed to forget him right away. The young man stepped slowly to the counter, looking around with confusion.


"What would you like, sir?", asked the waitress. He startled, like it would be wrong or at least abnormal to be talked to.


"Ishi.. Ishi takes.. I take a coffee. A.. Big one. Please."


The waitress looked at him like she would never have even saw something as peculiar, but nodded.. And when the young man got finally to the table far away in corner, he seemed to be relieved; trying to gather his thoughts, empty his mind from the smog. So much strength it took from him, that once he did not notice, was he noticed.
 
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Elisabeth was never partial to small diners, but at three in the morning on the way to Philadelphia with two men from Memphis tied up in her trunk, they were her favorite places.


Nobody paid her mind three hours before the population woke to go to shitty jobs in shitty cars. She was a ghost among ghosts. Truck drivers would keep her in their thoughts on lonely nights in motel rooms, waiters would leave their numbers on receipt stubs to pick her up for a one night stand, but beside the usual hat tricks played by men without spines and futile attempts to steal her from her destination, Elisabeth went unnoticed. Such drunken advances never bothered her; they were ample chances to test her skills of stealth and manipulation, and any training was good training. No one would investigate the sudden death of a truck driver three months from a heart attack and two more from retirement. She was the night queen of miserable men, and the crown fit her well.


Across the room, wandering eyes fell on a dark-haired asylum dropout; she could tell by the confusion in his face, the way he tapped his foot on the carpet as if the world were to combust in seconds. His clothes were in a poor state, but they were fresh, recently given to him. Perhaps it was pity that moved her from her seat, black pumps clicking on the tile as she approached him, or perhaps it was mere curiosity. Sitting across from him, Elisabeth folded her hands on the table and began to speak.


"Are you alright?"


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How different they could possibly be? Ishimura looked at woman.. She was beautiful, very much so, and clearly very confident; and he was.. Well, he was himself. But now he had different look in his eyes. Not fearful, shy at most; light blue one was sharp as a knife, dark green seemed to see more than it should. The young man tilted his head.. What reason could woman like her have to talk man like him? Apart from anything he was, he did not need pity.


"Yes, miss, I'm alright. Thank you."


Ishimura looked at the woman, and it was disturbing; but not because he would be creepy, no. Just because it felt like nothing could be hidden from this young man.


"If I may say, miss.. You seem to be terribly out of place."


Yes.. Woman like her did not belong to worn out cafe with worn out customers. Ishimura had a feeling that there was something, so important to her, that she would abandon all the possibilities woman like she would have. Small, curious smile appeared his lips; and now, with little bit of confidence, he was actually quite handsome.
 
"Out of place?"


The woman chuckled coldly, waving the waitress over and asking for coffee. "On the contrary. I'm right where I belong."


Elisabeth's eyes scanned the frightened stranger, chuckling under her breath. "So. Just get out, then?"
 
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Ishimura, maybe shy but not so easily frightened, at least at the moment, sneered and shrugged. "If you say so, miss." Man tilted his head, looking at her.. But suddenly away. "Not now, Ishi, not now." He turned back to her, shaking his head like a dog and soon returning to who he had been just a few seconds ago. "Get out? I'll stay, if you don't mind." Ishimura glanced at outside, looking at the storm for a brief moment.. He had no idea where to go, so why to go anywhere? At least for now..
 
Elisabeth studied his every move, the switch from one person to another, the way he avoided her eyes at all costs. When he asked her to go away, it came as no shock to her.


The woman chuckled casually. "I'm not going anywhere."


When the waitress came to fill her coffee, there was no reply of gratitude. Instead, Elisabeth leaned forward slightly to invade the stranger's comfort zone. She hadn't yet decided if he would make a better victim, or something more...


"Do you need a ride somewhere, hm? A place to stay for the night?"
 
Ishimura snorted softly. "Very well then, miss. But if I may say.. I'm not afraid of you."


His voice was calm and polite, but firm. This young man had grown up in the middle of sickest, most dangerous individuals; and he was more afraid of normal people than them. Ishimura picked up his coffee cup and looked the woman over it.


"Hmm.. Ishi was right about you.. But yes, maybe I do? Or maybe I don't."


It was clear the beautiful woman played this game so well, that he could never win. But solution to this problem was, as could be expected, most peculiar.. The young man started to play game of his own, reading her and learning her, from the perspective which was impossible to most.
 
Elisabeth couldn't resist a hard laughter, the kind which was a mix of mockery and undeniable authority. She liked this young man, strange though he was, and his answer steeled her will to remain across the table from him.


"You'd better make up your mind, then. With that, and also if you're really not afraid of me."


She took a long drink from her coffee. "Because you should be."
 
Ishimura was not sure what gee thought about her. He wasn't afraid.. Maybe a little curious, and almost annoyed. Why she acted like he was only dirt in her expensive shoes? Ishimura had heard more than enough enough mocking in his life already.


"Ishi had nothing to be afraid for. What could you do, I ask? You could kill Ishi, but Ishi doesn't really care. As life is empty if meaning."


Young man looked again outside, whispering quietly.


"Ishi is right, I think.."
 
"Perhaps I could," she stated with an amused chuckle. "But that would be a waste, I think. Is Ishi your name?"


The blonde followed his eyes out to the parking lot, but then turned to him again.
 
Ishimura glanced at her. "Hmm? No... Ishi is not my name. I'm Ishimura." Who was Ishi and, more importantly, what Ishi was, was left unclear. It seemed that the woman did not look so much down on him as before, but Ishimura did not trust that things would stay like it. "And.. Who are you? "
 
Ishi was not his name. But it was something, she was sure.


"Elisabeth," the woman stated, offering her hand for the stranger to shake. "Elisabeth Frederick. Is Ishimura your first or last name?" Casually, she took another sip of coffee and glanced down to the menu. "Oo. The pancakes look delicious."
 
Ishimura tilted his head. Suddenly she was like different woman entirely, but he had to admit that it was change to the better. He shook her hand, his skin was soft and cold and his fingers long and delicate. "I'm number 27.." A short silence, young man looked to nowhere and said then. "My name is Ishimura More." His past being what it was, and his new life being just few hours old, it felt strange that he was not a number anymore.. And thought that nobody would lock him in tiny cell behind thick iron door was frightening. Ishimura shook his head and tried to think something else.. Anything else. He did not want to be afraid.
 
Number 27. His cell number?


"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister More." Elisabeth flashed him a smile before reading the menu once again. "Pancakes for you? I'll buy."
 
Ishimura was not sure where all this would lead, but did not bother to think of it too long. He was hungry, and looked at the menu. "That would be most kind, miss." He tapped the table again, without clear rhythm, and glanced time to time at Elisabeth, then away again. The young man did not know what the woman planned, and it made him restless.
 
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"Made a decision?" she inquired, looking up to him. Given her attire and the general way she held herself, one could easily assume she could pay for everyone in the restaurant to have a three course dinner while her wallet still remained in tact.


He seems like a good candidate.
 
Ishimura nodded. "Yes.. I would like to eat with you. Pancakes sounds good." Young man glanced at her again, not suspiciously , but clearly thinking what she planned. Something more than pancakes, that was sure.
 
"Great. I'll pay."


Elisabeth flashed him a smile and closed the menu, ordering what she wanted from the waitress and folding her hands on the table again. "Do you need somewhere to stay for the night? I don't imagine the asylum gave you any money or a list of nearby relatives."
 
Elisabeth managed to caught Ishimura off his guard; and the effects was immediate. "Asylum? Ishi doesn't understand.. How do you know about Ishis home?" The young man looked at the woman, then away, then back again, tapping fiercely the table, mumbling by himself. "I did not tell her, Ishi.. Who did tell her, Ishi? Ishi, how does she know?"
 
"Well, it's not that hard to deduce. I can walk you through it if you like." It was as if his reaction was unnoticed by her, though it wasn't, and she ignored the elusive "Ishi" altogether. Elisabeth took another sip of her coffee and smiled as plates of food were set before them.


"That's not your home anymore, Ishimura."
 
Ishimura played with his long hair and nodded, being quiet for a long while and saying then. "I.. guess it isn't?" The thought was scary, and fear made him somewhat restless and absent.. Where would he go? No iron doors, no bars in the window.. Where all the safety from the world had gone? But somewhere deep inside him he started to realize, that he was.. free. But he did not know what to do with his freedom.
 
"An asylum is never home." She chuckled, watching the wheels in his head turn desperately to find more answers. Elisabeth took a bite of her food and gestured with her chin to the single black Audi in the parking lot.


"See that? After we're done eating, you can get in that car with me and I'll take you to my place. Give you a roof over your head until you find something better. Make sense?"
 
Ishimura did not answer her, but ate silently.. Looking then at the car, then her with his extraordinary eyes, and asking a very good question. "Why do you want to help me?" Roof sounded nice, considering the pouring rain, but he wanted still to know..
 
That was a good question; why did she want to help him? The answer remained a mystery to her, but she was a woman who went with her gut (or sometimes the guts of others).


"Because I take pity on a lost soul." Elisabeth supposed that was honest enough. "I hear voices. No one who has to fight their mind to survive should be alone in the world."
 
Ishmura looked at her for a moment, maybe doubting her words, but nodded then.. He put down his fork and stroked his long black hair. "I see.. So we both have a wicked mind.. and we're not so different, you and I." Man smiled, it was small and quickly gone, but still a smile. "Your offer sounds good.. I would be glad to join you." He was not absolutely sure about her, but she had managed to win him to her side.. At least for now.


Sorry for not answering yesterday. Had a rough day..
 
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