Story Two Silent Killers (DC)

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  • The Appointment​


    After getting a psychology apprenticeship working with Dr Jonathan Crane at Arkham Asylum, Anastasia Rosewood’s dream is suddenly cut short leading to her getting another job sponsored by Gotham university. Where she meets her first client, Zane Black, who is a doctor at the local hospital. He came to her with fainting problems. Zane has had these all his life but never taken much notice of it. He has no clue of what triggers them, so he hopes Anastasia has the answer to his question. Though Anastasia holds legal records, neither of them know each other's true personality as they are both undercover.

    The day of her first appointment with her first client, Anastasia sorts through the papers on her desk, eventually switching to making the room look nice by placing a vase of red spider lilies on the coffee table. Anastasia hears a knock on the door and stands up straight at the noise. Adjusting the cuffs on her sweater, she answers the door, her eye level about the same as the person who knocked, due to her wearing heels. “Zane Black?” Anastasia asked, trying to sound professional. “Yep, that's me,” Zane replies, holding out a hand for her to shake with a smile laced on his face.

    Shaking hands with the doctor she let go, stepping aside for Zane to walk in. Anastasia carefully watched as her client scanned over her office before slowly taking a seat on the red, satin chaise lounge opposite the desk and her arm chair. Perching on her seat, Ana starts their hour-long session. “So have you been having these…episodes… your entire life?” She says still looking at Zane’s patient file. “Quite frankly, yes I have,” Zane acknowledged, his eyes focusing on the blood red flowers sitting on a nearby coffee table. “And how frequently do you seem to faint Mr Black?” Anastasia went on, asking a second question.

    Zane thinks for a moment before recalling the moments before he faints. “It always seems to happen when I’m happy, or having a good time,” Zane responded, intertwining his fingers together and glancing at her with his light green eyes. Ana notes this down on her slip of paper with a black pen. Anastasia makes eye contact with Zane, “This may sound personal,” She starts, “But do you have any sort of trauma that could maybe be the cause of these episodes?” Ana knows the question would be on the uncomfortable side for him, but she has to find an answer somehow. Zane shifts in his seat, moving his right ankle to rest on his left knee. He remembers the point in his life where his parents were killed accidentally, it did end up with giving Zane trauma. “No,” Zane simply lies, meeting her gaze upon him.

    Anastasia stayed silent for a while, still jotting down little things like her clients movements and mannerisms. Zane once again scanned the room before Anastasia’s toneless voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “Well Zane, if there is nothing more for us to discuss I shall see you next week for our next session.” she said, standing up from her leather armchair and making her way to the door. Zane sighed, shifting his shoulders slightly before standing up and following her towards the entrance. Once Zane steps outside Anastasia’s grip on the doorknob tightens. “Ok well goodbye-” Zane muttered before being cut off by the dark oak door being slammed in his face, the wind messing his hair up slightly.

    Ana quickly locks the door, sliding the chain lock and twisting the door lock, which is easily heard by Zane. He was shocked that the lesson went so quickly. Zane checks the time and it ends up that he was in there for 30 minutes. He shrugs and walks to the stairs, gliding down them and popping out onto the sidewalk of the street. Zane digs his keys out of his pocket for his Shelby Mustang. He clicks the unlock button on the key, unlocking the car, and opens the driver door, ducking his head slightly as he enters. Zane slides the key into the ignition and twists it, the car starting instantly with a loud and deep ‘vroom’.

    Anastasia started pacing around her office fixing anything and everything she could before she looked out of her window to see Zane hopping into his Mustang. She watches him slowly pull out and speed away, having a sort of admiration for his choice in cars. Ana sauntered over to a small picture hanging on the wall, Anastasia stood there, tracing her fingers over the delicate gold frame as she meticulously scanned her university photo, letting out a small sigh. She was standing there with him, she was standing with Dr Jonathan Crane. A muffled ringing was heard behind her as she settled back into the world around her. Every step closer she took the ringing would get louder until she was face to face with her phone screen. Ana’s mind raced whilst she slowly mumbled the words “It’s him..”

    Zane heads in the North-East direction, the direction of his apartment. He stops at a set of red lights, thinking about the appointment he only just had. Zane thought it was rather interesting that she ended the appointment so quickly. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he waits for the light to turn green, and when it does, he revs his car, picking up some speed and continuing down the main road of Gotham. After that, Zane didn't think about the appointment much as he was much more focused on getting sleep before having to get up early in the morning the next day to go to work.
 

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