Subj: Cruel Intentions Chapter Six
Date: 12/2/01 7:22:24 PM Central Standard Time
From: Melissa

Chapter Six
The Green-Eyed Monster

"Only a little while longer," said the man.

"I know, but," the woman began.

"But what? We don't have to worry, very soon we won't have to worry about Eugene ever again."

Reverend Trask pulled his car onto the highway. His dog Charity sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window. He was on his way to Wyndcliff, one the patients needed his help.

Eugene Moen was going out of control, his doctor had called Trask. Eugene had always responded well to Trask.

"Good afternoon Reverend Trask," an orderly said.

"How are you Brody," Trask said as he entered the building. "Do you think you could find Charity something to eat?" he asked.

"Sure thing," Brody said as he lead the dog to the break room.

"I'm glad you came," said Dr. Cummings.

"I always want to help," Trask said. "How bad is he?" he asked.

"Worse than I've ever seen, I don't know what brings it on. He seems to be responding well to the treatments, then suddenly he is out of control, a complete reversal," the doctor told him as they walked to the room.

"Has he asked for me again?" he asked.

"Yes, that's why I called you right away. Perhaps you can help him," she said as she stopped at the door.

"I'll try Rae," Trask said. Trask turned and opened the door slowly. Lying on the bed was a man.

"How are you feeling Eugene?" Trask asked. The man on the bed didn't move. "Doctor Cummings said you were asking for me again."

"Yeah I was," Eugene said. It always surprised Trask how rational Eugene seemed when he would talk with him. It was like he knew something.

"So what do you want?" Trask asked.

"I got a story to tell you," Eugene said sitting up, gazing at Trask with a curious look on his face.

Eugene got and walked towards Trask. "Why don't you sit down," Eugene said.

Trask sat down slowly, during all his visits to Eugene, he had never felt this uneasy before.

"What do you want to tell me?"

"You remember why I was committed to Wyndcliff?" Eugene asked.

"You tried to kill your wife," Trask said.

"Yes, but do you know why?" Eugene asked.

"No," Trask said slowly.

Eugene smiled, "O, beware, my lord, of jealousy, it is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on."

"Othello?"

"You know your Shakespeare," Eugene said.

"I know enough," Trask said.

"Then you know the story of Othello?"

"Yes Iago makes Othello believe that his wife has been unfaithful to him, and Othello kills Desdemona."

"That's right," Eugene said, "but that's not the story I wanted to tell you. My story like Othello features a jealous husband, however the wife was not innocent to the crimes."

Trask sat still, where was he going with this, he thought to himself.

"You know I found out who my wife was sleeping with. I just missed him that night," Eugene said coming closer to Trask, who got up from the chair backing away from him. He was crazy there was no doubt in that.

Trask went to the door and opened it, the halls were empty. He ran down the hallway, towards the staff room where the orderlies had to be. He turned back and saw that Eugene was standing in the doorway, with a grin on his face that sent a chill down Trask's spine.

How did he find out about his relationship with Veronica? They had been so careful. Perhaps it was when she got pregnant, she said that they hadn't slept together in months, maybe he figured it all out. Eugene knew everything and now he was going to kill him, he knew it, he saw it in his eyes. He recognized that look now, all those times when he came to see Eugene that's what he saw in those eyes, hatred. How did he miss it. And when ever he had a relapse, Trask realized that it was when ever he and Veronica were together. How had he known?

He burst into the staff room and found it empty. "Charity," he called. There was no answer. Where was Brody and the other orderlies?

"Reverend Trask," Eugene called in a sing-song way. "Where are you?" Trask turned around and saw Eugene in the door way, behind him there were dozens of other patients of Wyndcliff.

"Trask, I have waited a long time for this. I spent the last three years trying to find a way I could pay you back for what you did to me. You stole my wife, and I will see that you pay for what you have done," Eugene said

"Your insane," Trask said.

"No I'm not insane," Eugene. "I just want the my life back, and I know that I can never get that back so there is only one thing that can be done. Veronica has suffered enough for what she has done, and I forgive her."

"What have you done with the orderlies and the doctors?" Trask asked.

"They are all fine, I would not harm the innocent," Eugene said. "My friends here they tied them all up, they are in the other room," he said pointing to the closed door behind him.

"Where is my dog?" Trask asked.

"Unfortunately your dog got in the way, and Fenster here had to kill her. Shame too, she was such a good dog."

"What are you going to do?"

"Are you sure you want to know? And spoil my big surprise."

Trask shifted awkwardly, the men surrounding him where coming closer, but they held back waiting for Eugene's signal.

"You know they heard my story when I got in here. They have been waiting for this day almost as much as I have. Though they're reasons are not the same as mine obviously."

The men seemed to be getting restless, Eugene turned and looked at them, and nodded. "Right. Enough of this. I hope you said goodbye to Veronica, because that will be the last time she will see you alive," Eugene said he pulled a switchblade out of his pocket, and came closer to Trask. The other patients followed close behind.

The police surveyed the horrific scene before them. Reverend Trask's body hung from the top of the doorframe.

The body was beaten, the face was bruised and the eyes were carved out. So the hallow sockets stared out at them. There was something hanging from his mouth.

"What the hell is that," one of the officers asked.

There were multiple stab wounds chest and abdomen, the organs hanging out. Between Trask's legs another wound revealed to the officers what was in the Reverend's mouth.

"Their in here," cried an officer from another door. The officers ran in and saw doctors and orderlies tied together.

"Thank God you're here," Dr. Cummings cried, "the patients escaped somehow, we heard what was going on in there," she said. She looked through the door and saw the body and screamed.

Trask was pale. The man in black laughed.

"Why are you doing this," Sam cried.

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