Freak is an Ugly Word

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A woman with platinum blond hair and bright blue eyes glares up at a man with light brown hair and dull green eyes. Her full pouty lips are moving rapidly and violently. The way her lips move and the way she holds the man in her intense glare says that they are arguing. The man seems not to care. He looks bored and ready to leave. Finally, rolling his eyes, he does so only to be pulled back by the woman. She slaps him across the face. The slap was a good one, made the man’s head turn to the side. But there was no sound. No sound because Doc had the volume turned all the way down.

Princess sighed. This was boring. She had no idea how Doc could watch the television with no sound. It just wasn’t as interesting. She had no idea why the pair were arguing or who they were. Not having watched television in years, she was hoping it would have been a little more exciting than that. She had given up on asking Doc to turn the sound on; he had just kept refusing to do so. It had left her aggravated and so she sat next to him on the seventies orange couch pouting like a five year old.

Hearing her sigh, Doc glanced over at her and rolled his eyes. She was still pouting. It had been over a half an hour ago since his refusal to her request of the sound being on and she was still pouting. Joker had left as soon as they had returned from getting her some food with instructions that she was not allowed to leave the living room or fall asleep. Doc understood both demands very well. He did not want her wondering around so she could not see something that would ruin the work he had done on her, and did not want her to fall asleep so that she stayed exhausted. A tired mind was much easier to toy with.

“What’s the matter, Princess?” he dared asked her.

She rested her chin on her knees and answered, “I’m bored. I haven’ watched t.v. in years and it’s borin’ watchin’ it with no sound.” A question popped into Princess’ mind.

“How come ya can watch t.v. with no sound?”
Doc’s million dollar smile returned to his face. “I can read lips,” he explained to her.

“Really?” Princess excitedly asked. “How’d ya learn to do that?”
Shrugging his shoulders, Doc replied, “Don’t know. I just somehow learned to do it.”

“That don’ really tell me anythin’.”

“I really don’t know how to explain it. It just sort of happened.” In a way, Doc was telling the truth. He didn’t really know how to explain it. He just started to watch people’s mouths while they talked and soon found himself able to read lips as easily as he read books.

“So, watching t.v. with no sound is like practice for ya?”

“Yes and no.” When Princess gazed at him confusion written on her face, he explained in greater detail. “It is practice, but it’s not why I do it. I find a lot of the actors horrible and without talent. Their whiny voices annoy me. Most of the storylines are horrible and there is too much drama and not enough action.” Princess listened to him intently. She liked the sound of his voice. It sounded like what she imagined an angel’s voice would sound. Her eyes darted back and forth between his full kissable lips to his bright hazel eyes that seemed to have more green in them than brown. “So,” he continued not noticing Princess’ intent gaze, “I like to make up my own story.”

“Oh.”

A bright idea struck Doc. He gazed over at Princess who still looked bored. “Would you like to hear the story I’ve made up for this show?” he asked her.

Joker had ordered him to keep her entertained; he did not want his experiment running around the building seeing something that she should not see. It could possibly ruin the entire thing and no one ever wanted to start over. Doc was going to make a fool of himself, but he did not mind. It was just him and the girl. No one else was there to make fun of him. They were all out crashing a party.

Princess glanced over at him, her eyes wide in wonder, and nodded her head vigorously. She really wanted to see what he was going to do. Maybe it would be more entertaining than watching a silent television. It would, also, give her a chance to hear his voice some more. It was such a beautiful voice.

“Okay,” he said smiling at her. Taking a deep breath, he readied himself to look like an ass. He really never made up his own storyline. It had been a lie to stop Princess from asking more questions, questions he really did not have the answer to. Then, when she had appeared to be so bored, the idea of playing his lie out had struck him. “I’m pregnant,” he said in a high whiny imitation of a woman. “Um, is it mine?” he asked lowering his voice and making himself sound like a surfer.

A little giggle escaped Princess, encouraging him to continue. “Of course it’s yours you idiot!” he hissed in the woman voice. “Are you sure? You did sleep with my best friend, my brother, and my sister.”

Princess giggle increased in volume. “Your sister can’t get me pregnant, asshole.” Doc huffed and crossed his arms. He was surprisingly having fun with this. “Really?” He scratched the back of his head. “I thought she might be able to. She is a tomboy.”
Rolling his eyes, Doc did his imitation of the woman. “Just because she’s a tomboy doesn’t mean she magically grows a dick. You’re such a retard.” A confused look crossed Doc’s face. “Really?” he asked in his surfer imitation. “I always thought it meant that she was a she dude or something.”

Princess was full blown laughing now. She found Doc’s impersonations were really well done and hilarious. His acting skills were much better than what she had been previously watching and he was much more entertaining.

He rolled his eyes overdramatically. “You know what, I don’t want this kid to be yours. You’re such an idiot. I’d rather it be your brother’s, at least he has a brain.”

Doc stood up from the couch and stood in front of the television. Princess did not mind in the least, she was no longer watching it. He ran a hand through his dark hair. “Who has a brain?” he asked in a voice that was closer to his own. He turned around and smiled widely, a smile that was not his own. “Oh, Billy!” he exclaimed in his woman voice. “I’m so happy to see you. I was just trying to explain to your idiot of a brother that I’m pregnant.” He turned around and smiled his own smile, looking down slightly. “Really? Well, I know it’s not Jimmy’s, he too dumb to get any woman pregnant. Even one that opens her legs so easily as you, Mary.”

Princess’ laugh intensified as his acting did. He huffed and ran his fingers through hair as feminine looking as possible. “You just insulted me, asshole.” He turned again his smile in place. “Insulted you with the truth. You spread your legs for anything. I mean, you are fucking my brother and not even a hooker would do that.” He glanced quickly at Princess, making sure that the word did not upset her. It didn’t and she continued to laugh, hardly even noticing what he had said.

Seeing that she was not upset, he continued his charade. “Hey, dude, you can’t talk to my woman like that!” he proclaimed in his surfer voice. “You’re woman!” he exclaimed now as Billy. “The way her legs open I’d say she’s the town’s woman. Her legs open easier than a sliding door.”

His brow furrowed in anger. “For that,” he said as Jimmy, “we must ninja fight to the death.” Doc got into a fighting pose that was used in many martial arts movies. He then proceeded to start fighting the air, making the over exaggerated fighting noise the movies previously mentioned made. “Watcha,” he screamed one last time. “I have bested you, my brother,” he stated in Jimmy’s voice. “Now you must die!”

At that point, Princess was laughing so hard there were tears in her eyes. It had become hard for her to breathe, and she lay on the couch gasping for breath, but laughing all the same. “So concludes the tale of Jimmy and his woman with her whorish ways,” he told her in his own voice. “Tune in next week and see Billy come back from the grave as a zombie and eat their brains.”

Princess fell off the couch she was laughing so hard. Doc had to admit, she had a nice laugh. When he closed his eyes, he could picture wind chimes blowing in the wind. He liked her laugh, and prayed that it would forever remain as it was.

He frowned down at her as she rolled on the floor laughing. Normally, her laugh would have instantly attracted the man to her. But she had the appearance of one so young, that he could not let himself to feel that attraction. He felt it would be wrong. When he had spoken to Joker, he had called her a bud, thinking that she was younger than she was. Finding out she was nineteen put a damper on that. In the case of women, if they had not bloomed by that age, they would forever be a bud. The thought saddened him slightly.

When Princess’ laughter died down and she started to pick herself off of the floor, giggling, Doc replaced his smile. He did not want her to believe she had done something wrong and upset him in some way. Once she caught her breath, she returned his smile.

“That was really funny,” she told him. “I can’t wait for next week!”

“All good things come to those who wait,” he quoted to her.
Suddenly, Princess stood up from the couch. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she explained and ran off.

Sighing, Doc followed her but at a slow pace. Joker had told him not to let her out of his sight, and he was one man Doc did not want to anger. Doc trusted that Princess had learned her lesson and would only go to the bathroom, but he had to take precautionary measures, just in case.

Princess flung open the bathroom door and ran to one of the many stalls. Quickly, she did her business and stepped out of the stall after flushing the toilet. With a bounce in her step, she walked to the row of sink on the wall across from her. While washing her hands, she hummed a nameless tune.

A smile played on her face. Princess liked Doc. He was a really nice guy, and funny to boot. That story he had just acted out for her was the funniest that she had heard in a while. It had been the first time she had full blown laughed since her enslavement to the mob. Just the thought of him telling her another one of those stories brought out a giggle. She knew that once the others returned, she would no longer be able to see him act like that. It was a privilege on she would be able to have. He would return to his normal demeanor once her savior and the rest of his men returned.

The smile was still placed on her face when she glanced up at the wall length mirror. She took a step back when she realized that her reflection did not share the same smile as her. No, it did not even have a smile on its face, just a deep frown. Just to make sure, Princess touched her face and feeling the smile she grew frightened. When her reflection leaned forward, placing its hands onto the counter, and shook its head, Princess’ heart rate increased dramatically.

A sigh left the reflection’s lips. “Princess, you poor delusional fool,” it said as it glared at her. “Don’t you see what he’s doing to you? He’s using you. Using you as some sideshow experiment.”

“Who?” asked Princess hoarsely.

“Joker of course. Who else could there be? Doc?” the reflection scoffed. “No, he wouldn’t do such a thing. He believes himself a man of class, of dignity. Joker is the scoundrel that would take advantaged of such a vulnerable and simple minded fool. And those are both attributes that you have.”

“Shut up,” Princess ordered hardly above a whisper.

The reflection clicked its tongue. “God, you’re such an idiot. You’ll never come to realize what he’s doing to you. He doesn’t even care about you. No one does. No one, except the one man that you’re fighting so hard to forget. Croc. You remember him don’t you? The only man that loved you. The only man that could ever love a whore such as yourself.”

A tear trickled down Princess’ face at her reflection’s harsh words. They stung, stung so badly, but they were the truth. A truth that Princess did not want to hear. “Shut up!” she commanded even louder.

“That’s right Princess, get angry. That’s what we need. Exactly what we need. It’ll help you see things clearly. Help you to fight back against the man. We have so much pent up anger in us; it just needs to be released. So, release it Princess. Release it and you’ll feel so much better. Or would you rather be the lowly whore that you are? Forever bowing at the feet of men.”

Balling up her fist, Princess felt the little spark of anger in her. It was not much, but just enough to make her punch the mirror. It shattered and pieces feel to the counter and bounced to the floor. As they feel, they caught the light reminding Princess of a disco ball swirling around in a room.

Her right knuckles were bleeding and small pieces of the mirror were imbedded in them. She paid them no heed. Just knelt down staring at a rather large piece of glass. It was small enough that only her eyes were reflected in it, but large enough to do some damage. She picked up the piece of mirror and studied it.

“Cut yourself, Princess,” her voice called out to her. She did not know if she said it aloud or if the voice had just been in her head. It was becoming hard for her tired mind to process such things. “Cut yourself and see if it hurts.”

And so she did. Out of curiosity, she placed the pointed jagged piece of glass to her flesh on her left wrist. Ever so slowly, she sliced open the tender flesh. The cut was not too deep, but blood welled out of it none the less. When a she took a sharp intake of breath, but not of pain, she decided to do it again, this time on her forearm. The cut was much deeper than the first, and went from just below her first slice down her forearm, curving down to the point joint of her elbow.

It was then, right after she had finished the second incision, that Doc walked in.
“Princess, what’s taking…” he froze, never finishing his sentence. Quickly, he made his way to her and smacked the piece of glass out of her hand. With the force, it shattered on the floor. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” he shouted at her.

“I-“ Princess started, but she was cut off by him.

“Shut up!” he hissed. “I don’t want to know what was going through your mind when you decided to do this.” He grabbed her right wrist and wrenched her to his feet. Joker was going to be angry with him. Upset by the fact that he had let the girl out of his sight long enough to cut herself up. She would not feel the repercussions of her action, but he would. A fact that made him upset with her.

With a strong grip on her wrist, he dragged her into the living room. Once they were there, he forced her to sit on the couch. Kneeling in front of her, he examined the wounds closely. Both were going to need stitches. The one on her forearm was going to take the longest and need the most immediate attention. “Fuck,” he hissed to himself. Standing up, he went to go fetch the materials he would need to fix her up.

Princess sat alone on the couch in the living room. The television was still on, playing with no sound. She was mad at herself. Doc was now angry with her and she felt bad for it. It was all her fault. Why had she listened to the voice? Why would she do something she knew was self damaging? Curiosity. Curiosity had led her to do it. She wanted to know if it would hurt, and it had not. No. It had felt good, very good. Now, curiosity was making her wonder as to why it did so.

When Doc came back into the room, a first aid kit in his hands, she was still staring at the television. By the glassy film over her eyes, he could tell that she was not truly watching what was happening on the screen. She was staring at it just to stare. Something was going through her mind. A something he did not know if he wanted to inquire about.

Opening the first aid kit, he grabbed the towelettes it provided for cleansing wounds. It shocked him when she did not hiss in pain when the alcohol filled object came into contact with her skin. He steadily wiped her skin clean and not once did she flinch. It seemed she hardly took any notice to what he was doing. He shrugged it off. She had to be the best patient he had ever dealt with.

Taking out the curved needle already attached to thread, he started to sew her back up. As the suture entered the flesh near her elbow, she gazed down at it. As the needle repeated went in and out of her skin, she watched it in fascination. Not once did Doc see pain mar her features, only the sickening interest. It was only when the suture entered the flesh of her wrist did she close her eyes and bit her lips.

“Am I hurting you?” asked Doc only slightly concerned.

“No,” replied Princess, her voice wavering. “It feels good.” Her head tilted to the side like a curious puppy. “Why does it feel good?” she inquired to him.

“I don’t know. Maybe your pain receptors are messed up.” He glanced up at her quickly, and then his eyes went back down to his work. “Does it hurt when someone hits you?”

“Yes.”

“Then I have no idea. Maybe you’re just a freak.”

“Freak is an ugly word,” Princess quoted to him. “I don’ like it. It’s mean and hurtful.”

“I’m sorry if I have offended you.”

Princess shrugged taking care not to move her left arm. “You didn’ offend me, but someone else could have been.”

“Then I shall no longer use the word.” Now finished stitching her up, Doc proceeded to wrap her arm in white gauze, a task that took minimal time. Taking her right hand in his, he studied the cuts along her fingers and palm. Though they were minor, and hardly bled, he wrapped them up in gauze as well. “All finished!” he exclaimed once he had tied off the bandages on her hand. “Now,” he gazed up at her with the most serious expression she had ever seen on his face, “don’t ever do that again. You could have died if I had been any later in finding you.”

“I’m sorry,” she answered looking downcast. “I jus’ wanted to see if it would hurt. It didn’. It felt good. I liked it.”

The corners of Doc’s lips twitched as he fought back a smirk. “You’re a strange one, Princess.”

Holding her arms in front of her, Princess giggled. “Anymore wrappings and I would look like a mummy.”

“Anymore cuts and you would have been dead,” Doc pointed out.

Yawning, Princess suddenly felt exhausted. She had lost a lot of blood and her body was trying to compensate for that fact by making her sleepy. Fighting with her body’s instincts to rest, she stayed awake. Joker had informed her that if she went to sleep while he was gone, she was going to be in a lot of trouble. Keeping that man happy was in her best interests. He had threatened that if she disobeyed, she would be sleeping alone. Princess feared that. Feared that if he left her alone in the bed, another one of his men just might sneak into her room.

Princess had no skills in fighting. The man would be able to do whatever he wanted to her, and she would be forced to take it, crying her only defense. Yes, being alone in the room would not be safe for her. Joker would protect her from those men and bloody their fingers if they dared touch her. With Joker, she would be safe. Safe and unharmed.

Doc watched Princess as she fought off the sleep her body desperately needed at the moment. Under normal circumstances, he would have forced her to stay awake. Those were his orders after all. But those were not normal circumstances. Princess had injured herself badly and she needed the rest. Her body, already small and fragile, could not take the blood loss she had sustained with slicing open her arm. She appeared to be half-starved and would be ravenously hungry later, but she needed rest first.

“Sleep,” Doc commanded her.

Her eyes opened wide at the command and she fearfully gazed down at him. “But, if I do, I’ll get in trouble. He told me not to sleep.”

“I know what he told you, but you need to rest, Princess,” he chided her as if she were a child. “You lost a lot of blood and your body can’t handle it. If you do not sleep soon, you’re going to pass out.”

“But.”

Doc shook his head. “No buts. Go to bed now, or I’ll make you. You don’t want me to drug you, do you?” Princess shook her head. “Then go to bed. I’ll let Joker know what happened. I’m sure he’ll find your excuse for rest understandable.”

“O-okay,” mumbled Princess. Doing as she was told, she left the room and headed to her own.

Once she was in it, she stripped herself of the hideous clothing Joker had picked out for her and crawled under the covers. Already, her eyes were closing. She was so tired, so very tired. Maybe cutting herself had not been a good idea. Before darkness took over her, she decided to no longer listen to the voice that had given her the idea. It was not a good voice. It had made her not only hurt herself, but disobey a direct order given to her by her savior. That was the last thing she wanted to do.

Sleep quickly overcame her, and she slipped into the blissful dreamless darkness. A silent prayer that Joker would understand joined her in the darkness.

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So, here was the big one-oh. I hope that you all liked it. I normally update every few days, just to give you all a heads up. Princess is going crazy. Yay for insanity! Well, review and rate. Thank you all!