From Within the Sleeves of a Straightjacket

Aravis: For Elvira ^-^' Complete version of a composition I handed in yesterday. I know it's narrated in a somewhat weird way. But again, MWO* is also part of poetry =) Sequel to "The Tell-Tale Heart", by Edgar Allan Poe.

From Within the Sleeves of a Straightjacket

"Cristof took a deep breath and stared reluctantly at the now empty cup, it had been overflowing coffee only twenty seconds ago, still he had somehow managed to swallow it down in a single sip before moving on to his next question.
Problem was, there -he thought- were no more questions to be asked.
—I won't repeat this again—he produced in an almost sick voice—why, for the sake of all that's good in Earth, why did you have to kill him?
—I killed the Eye—Madmanº assured, that peevish look of his showing again in his childish eyes. Cristof ran a sinewy hand across his black, yet hoary hair.
—You killed the whole of him!—he snorted out. Madman pulled out a sickeningly sad smile.
—He got in the way.—he said chewing his bubblegum in an almost irritant way— If he hadn't, I wouldn't have hurt him. All I wanted -I told you, didn't I?- all I wanted was to get rid of the vulture-like zombie. I had nothing against Oldmanª; only he was there, in the wrong place, at the wrong time. That makes it his fault, not mine.
—You sadist son of a…!—failing to control himself Cristof reached out, fists clenched tight and ready to place a nose-breaking punch in the middle of his dull face, but backed off in the last second.—I’m going to find out what you’re up to, one way or another I will, so you’d better speak now, and you’d better speak up!
—Didn’t you listen to my story, the one I told you at the very beginning? I’m telling you, Sherlock Horns, see? There was no reason, no purpose at all in killing him, We both leaded normal lives, I liked him and was kind to him as much as he was to me. I so pity him… but there’s no turning back now, is there?—He paused, a slim smile sparkling with a glimpse of somewhat evil joy.— Not what I intended to do, though. But the vulture, it was so dreadful, so… noxious…
—Enough!—Cristof’s wrath grew uncontrolled at the mere thought of the nuts suffocating Oldman with the mattress of his very own bed. He slammed a fist on the table—I’ve had enough of that bullshit. I’ll prove you sane, I’ll show them, you’ll see, and you’ll be hanged in no time at all!
—Ah, will you? Dieing I don’t care about, provided that they give up on believing me insane…
—Shut up!—his heart was pounding, still not as fast as his head was spinning—Shut the hell up!
Madman had not once moved. What’s more, he had not even blinked more than twice for the last three hours. He only kept on chewing and chewing in an oh-so-lighthearted way…
A hand slowly rose to the air.
—May I say something else?
—Why would you ask?—grumbled Cristof in an attempt to refill his cup from the damn machine he had just emptied again.
—I’m afraid you’ll knock me off if I didn’t…
Cristof grinned reluctantly.
—Give me a reason…
—There’s no need for that—Madman frowned awkwardly—You’re a cop. It’s what you do.
Cristof had ran out of words and patience. All of a sudden, blood frozen inside his veins, he turned around and walked away. When heading to the reinforced door, he once again heard Madman calling his name.
—I must thank you, detective.—Cristof turned back slowly; again he smiled that sickening smile of a cynically insane dog—So far you’re the only one here who believes me free from mental derangement. Therefore, I bid you farewell. And good luck with your investigation.
—We’ll meet again tomorrow, Madman—gasped Cristof and left the room almost in a rush, not sure whether he really wanted to keep that promise."

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*now that would stand for MixingWordOrder :p
º trouble: Poe gave no name to his character. We all asume he is completely nuts anyway :)
ª more trouble: Poe gave no name to the victim. But he does mention he was old so...

N/A:
Aravis: Say, say, how'd you like my story?
aenAi: =_='' you sure you werent drunk while doing this
Aravis: Huh..?
aenAi: i mean, Murderer is a fair decent name so why madman?
Aravis: Mmh mayb... but since it was Your idea, i earnestly believe it SUCKS ^-^
aenAi: hahah......thank your god D... isnt here
Aravis: LOL give her the adress n your dead, got it? ¬ ¬