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Mike Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest	By : luvwriter Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six: Courage
Nurse Fletcher's anger was certainly palpable throughout the room. Everyone's laughter turned into silence as Mrs. Fletcher began her rant after Mike was fetched and shoved into solitary confinement...with clothes on.
"I've never seen such...reckless behavior out of this ward! You men support Mr. Shinoda's silly behavior?"
"No ma'am. We don't! We don't!" Joe said quickly before anyone could attempt to stop him. A couple men groaned as Mrs. Fletcher's head snapped around toward Mr. Hahn.
"Oh really now? Then explain why you, Mr. Hahn, found his actions particularly hilarious?" Nurse Fletcher asked, her tone cold as ice.
Joe sat there, nervously rubbing his hands together, looking around to his fellow ward members for support only to find the same expression on their faces. They clearly all agreed that he had brought this upon himself like he usually did. Instead of going forward with arguing with the Nurse, he simply stayed silent. His silence was more than enough for an answer.
"Now I want to make it very clear that none of you men should ever engage in such...filthy activity," the nurse said stiffly, her eyes scanning the faces of the men around her. Her eyes fell upon Chester's face, a face that seemed to be lost as he gazed at nothing in particular; he was certainly conflicted, she could see it.
"Am I being perfectly clear Mr. Bennington?"
Chester snapped his head in her direction, blushing a bit as if he were back in high school having been caught reading comic books instead of listening to the lecture.
"Yes Nurse Fletcher, of course."
"I sure hope so," She said lowly before tilting the clipboard on her lap so that she could read its contents. "Now, back to the discussion at hand."
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The dull pain in the center of Mike's stomach seemed to become less potent as he rested on the noisy twin size mattress. This horrible pain he was enduring was the result of his snippy comments toward Malcolm.
The room had no windows, except for the gated one on the steel door. The room was roughly 6 x 10, basically enough for the bed and that's it. Mike didn't complain though, sort of enjoyed the confinement, for now anyway. He reckoned he'd only stay a night, however one night turned into a week since on the third night Mike decided to persuade Joe into sneaking him a turkey sandwich from the cafeteria, promising him cigarettes in return. Mike of course didn't have any cigarettes in that exact room so he wouldn't be able to pay Mr. Hahn right away; this was a fact that Joe didn't know; it was something that Mike should have let him know because once the Asian found out Mike wouldn't be able to pay him right then and there (an instantaneous exchange), he went ballistic. Thus, Mike's vacation was extended.
One thing that particularly bugged Shinoda the most was how Mrs. Fletcher seemed to go out of her way to say goodnight to him as she left to go home every night. In his eyes she was doing it deliberately, just to piss him off. She had indeed succeeded at pissing him off, but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing so. He stuck to saying "Goodnight" politely, pretending to give a fuck.
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Chester said goodnight to Mrs. Fletcher as she walked down the hallway toward solitary confinement. He watched as she moved the metal hatch that revealed a window so that she could wish Mike a goodnight as well...no matter how fake it was. The blond began to bite his bottom lip as his heart rate began to rise. Unknown to anyone else, Chester had began observing Mrs. Fletcher and the guards for the past four or five days. He couldn't believe what he was planning, but, he was planning to visit Mike.
Mrs. Fletcher made it very clear that no one was to be allowed near that particular door and that anyone caught would immediately be disciplined. Most of the men had no idea of what type of disciplinary actions would take place, but they weren't exactly willing to find out, Chester would sign up first as the one who mostly didn't want to know what discipline they had in store; however, Bennington had figured out a pattern in the guard that locked the door behind Nurse Fletcher and her assistant.
Firstly, he always did a quick sweep of the hall, making sure no one was hiding in a corner some where. Then he did a couple rounds around the rooms, making sure everyone was at least in their rooms, he usually let them stay up with their lights on if they were doing something quietly. Lastly, he'd do another check of the hallway and then he'd enter the nurse quarters in the back with a television. Sometimes he'd come out and do another round, telling those who are still up at around 3 am to go to bed, however this was done, at the very least, an hour in between. The later in the night the less frequent.
Chester's heart thumped in his chest as the guard walked toward his room.
"You alright in there?" Mr. Folke asked the timid young man sitting on the bed.
Chester nodded vigorously, his eyes glancing every now and then to Mike's door. He damned himself every single time too, because Mr. Folke seemed to catch his nervousness.
"Are you sure? Is there something the matter?"
Chester shook his head, saying, "No sir, everything is just fine. Just a little tired his all."
This seemed to be enough for Mr. Folke as he nodded and waved as he walked to the next room. Chester's guess was that he really wasn't that concerned in the first place.
It seemed to take ages as the guard finally finished his rounds and entered the nurse's quarters. Chester refused to make a move until he heard the sound of the television. Once he heard it, he quickly got from his bed, tip-toeing as he got close the nurse quarters across from him. He thanked God that the guard closed the door within the quarters as this mission would have been impossible.
Bennington had to stop near the quarters to catch his breath as the excitement was too much. He was fairly sure he wouldn't be caught but his mind wouldn't divert from dwelling on the possibility of himself being caught. When Chester finally built up the courage to move again, he bolted straight to Mike's door, aided by the dim ceiling light above, never looking around to listening for the guard as he was afraid of himself hearing something that wasn't the guard, stopping him from getting to Mike as quickly as possible.
The pale man's shaky has reached for the hatch on the door and slid the metal across very carefully as he didn't want to alert the guard. When he finally got it all the way across he peered through the gated window, seeing only darkness.
"Mike! Mike are you there?" He whispered, looking to his right as he thought he heard the guard. "Mike!"
"Who in the hell...?" Shinoda began as he pushed himself off of the bed and walked toward the door, not recognizing the young man at the door at first because of his blurred vision from just waking up.
When Mike pressed his face up against the gated window, both of the men froze. Chester, frozen in shock over how close their faces were, and Mike frozen in shock from actually seeing Chester. Shinoda's heart secretly swelled in pride for the other man as he could only imagine how mentally taxing this visit was. He could see it in the blond man's eyes. He was terrified.
They stood there for a moment, before Chester did something that basically blew Mike's mind. He leaned in to kiss him....
Their lips pressed against each other through a hole aided by the gate that blocked the window from full access. Chester's eyes shut as he found the pleasure once again from letting another man take control; the pleasure of another's tongue on your own. Suddenly though the realization of what he was doing hit him and he tore away quickly.
"I shouldn't have...we shouldn't have done that!" Chester said, panting, looking at Mike through the gated window.
Mike stared at him, shaking his head softly. "Open...open the gate. There's a latch on the left side........your left."
Chester did as he was told, feeling himself lose control over what Mrs. Fletcher and himself had supposedly worked so hard to expel from his mind. But...he didn't mind. He wanted to lose control. He needed to.
When the gate swung open, making a low squeaking noise, Mike reached through the window with his hands and pulled Chester's face toward his own, claiming the blond's mouth. Chester whimpered as Mike suckled on the other man's tongue. It was exceptionally blissful and was a new pleasure the young man had never known. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he kissed Mike, feeling an onslaught of emotions and pleasures.
Mike. This was Mike and he was real. This was Mike and this kiss they shared was real. It was the greatest experience we could remember in recent memory. It was as if this single event could change the course of his life forever. As amazing as it was...Chester still couldn't shake the thought that this was wrong and that it was filthy. But has Mike's tongue searched deeper, claiming his mouth even more, those thoughts seemed to become easier and easier to forget.
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