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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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My Baby's Back To Normal
Mrs. Bennington tossed her long platinum blonde waves of hair over her shoulders as she rummaged through the morning mail.
"Junk. Junk, bill, bill, junk," she mumbled as she sorted the mail into two separate piles. She did this without much delay, however when she came across a letter that read: Notting Hill State Mental Hospital, she quickly sorted the rest and took the letter with her to the office.
Kingsley, the family butler, walked behind her into the office, holding a plate with a cup of coffee on it. His back was always so straight and his face was always shaven. You could tell he lived a life of service, growing up with a maid as a mother and a gardner as a father. He swiftly set the plate down on her desk and left the room, closing the doors behind him per Mrs. Bennington's orders.
The Benningtons were quite accomplished people. Filthy rich and ridiculously successful. Both were businesspersons who carried out deals all over the world which used to pose a problem for their youngest son, Chester, as they would never be home long enough to show him parental love.
Their two older children, both of which were female, seemed fine with their parents not being home. They always snuck out and drank and had sex with guys. But not Chester. At the time, he wasn't old enough yet to know the pleasures of sin; he'd just stay in his room and read his books, connecting with the characters in these books more than he ever did with his family. The two older daughters never talked to him much as they were busy with their teenage rampaging, but they would say a couple things to him when they were bored. But, Chester would never say much back.
Mrs. Bennington blamed herself for the way Chester turned out. She especially blamed herself when she found out why her teenage boy didn't seem to be interested in women. So that's when she decided to work at home more often. But that wasn't enough.
Her manicured hands shook as she held the letter from Notting Hill Mental Hospital. These letter's scared her the most. She knew her son had been making progress, but there was no telling when he'd backslide. Mrs. Bennington knew her son, and she knew he wasn't strong enough to keep those urges away. Refusing to stall any longer, the mother ripped the envelope open, quickly unfolding the letter that undoubtfully would update her on her son's progress...or regression.
The blonde woman sighed when her blue eyes scanned the words, "Chester is still making progress." Mrs. Bennington was so pleased and proud of her son that tears began to roll down her cheeks. This deserved an award indeed. The women reached and pulled back a drawer from her desk, rummaged around in it for a moment until she found what she was looking for. She placed the drawer back into it's spot and unfolded the piece of paper that held a list of books her son wanted. The titles on the list were in large quantities, however most of them had been crossed off. Every time the Benningtons got good news (or were in a good mood) they'd buy their son three or four books and send them to him.
"Not many left on the list this time," she whispered to herself happily, pulling a pen from the pen and pencil holder on her desk. As she began to write a check for the purchase of the books, an idea popped into her head.
The mother hadn't seen her son in ages, and as his mother she undoubtedly missed him a lot. She was sure he missed her as well...
"Kingsley!" She yelled from the office.
"Yes madame?" He replied promptly, swiftly opening the door.
"Ready the Bentley. Firstly we'll swing by the downtown bookstore to purchase Chester some books. Then Kingsley, we shall deliver them personally."
The surprised look on her butler's face went ignored. Soon enough he prepared the car and after a trip to the bookstore, the two were on the road, heading for Notting Hill Mental Hospital.
***
Mike and Chester walked with the others as they made their way outside. Fresh snow was on the ground and this definitely called for a good old fashioned snowball fight. Even a couple of the nurses stepped out sneaking a handful of snow to throw. As the other men began to throw snowballs at each other, gathering Malcolm and Chuck's attention, Chester and Mike snuck to a corner of the building where no one could see them, or rather where they thought no one would see them.
Chester took in a quick breath as Mike advanced on him. He could hardly wait for the other man's touch. His hands shook and his skinny legs could hardly support his body. In fact, when Mike wrapped his arms around the pale man's waist, Chester almost collapsed, but Mike's strong arms held him up. In the same sweeping motion, Mike pressed his lips against Chester's, pulling their bodies together as close as he could.
"Oh Mike," Chester gasped as the Asian removed his attention from his lips, to his neck. Bennington let out a small whimper as Mike pressed his tongue on his neck. The wet muscle licked along his Adam's apple, following it as Chester swallowed. They both moaned and rubbed each other's backs, creating their own heat to block out the coldness of winter.
Having Chester melt in his arms turned Mike on greatly. He loved the feeling of being in control, and swam in the ecstasy of knowing how his touches and kisses affected the other man. He licked circles about Chester's neck and then finally went back to the youth's mouth, sliding his warm, moist tongue inside. The blond was so enraptured in the pleasure of it all that he didn't notice the hand creeping its way down his pants...
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Mrs. Fletcher leered outside of the window, wiping away the condensation on the glass. She watched the men play in the snow, all of them having way more fun than they should at their ages. A smile crept on her face, but this quickly faltered when she noticed that Bennington and Shinoda were missing from the group. She distinctly remembered them both walking outside with the group. The left corner of her mouth twitched as she imagined what they could possibly be up to.
"Apala?" she called for her assistant who was currently counting out pills.
"Yes ma'am?"
"Did Mr. Shinoda and Bennington go outside with the others?" Mrs. Fletcher asked, her gaze never faltering from its set path.
Wide eyed, Apala swiftly looked outside the window, noticing right away that neither Mike or Chester were in sight.
"Yes ma'am. They left outside with the others." she finally replied, stepping closer to the older woman. "You don't think...?"
"It's precisely what I think," the Head Nurse said, turning her head quickly from the window and making her way outside the nurse quarters. Apala made out to follow behind her, but Mrs. Fletcher quickly shook her head, telling her to stay back in the nurse quarters and finish her tasks.
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Although it was a bit nippy, Mrs. Bennington insisted on rolling down the windows of the car as she always enjoyed the fresh pine smell that always lingered in the air whenever she traveled up this way.
"It's cold Kingsley! Turn the heater up!"
"Yes madame, although I must point out that your insistence on having the windows rolled down would be the source of this cold wind you're feeling."
Mrs. Bennington gave him a mock glare and hummed to the music on the radio as Notting Hill State Mental Hospital came into view.
"Ah! I really cannot wait to see Chester! Especially after all the hard work he's done! My baby will finally be back to normal."
Kingsley shook his head as they pulled up into the parking lot.
***
Chester let out a loud gasp, much louder than he wanted it to be. Mike had his hands down the other man's pants, cupping a buttock while another hand snaked a finger on his opening. Mike then did something Chester never allowed anyone to do before: He penetrated him with his finger. It didn't slid in easily however. Mike pulled out his right hand, bringing his middle finger to his mouth and sucked on it. He pulled it out, his finger shiny with saliva and shoved his hand back in Chester's pants.
"You alright?" Mike said huskily as he placed his newly lubricated finger on Chester's opening. The blond nodded, panting as he felt the other man's finger slide into him slowly. He let out a gasp as he felt the finger wiggle inside of him, apparently searching for something. Mike pressed harder and then found what he was looking for. Chester let out a squeal when Mike rubbed a knowing finger on his prostate, going back and forth with his fingertip.
"Oh Mike!" Chester panted before bringing his lips to Mike's. They both moaned as the Asian added yet another finger to the opening, stretching the other man's hole a bit wider. Chester mewed and arched his back as Mike then began to thrust his fingers in and out. They both were so enraptured in the closeness of it all that they didn't notice Mrs. Fletcher standing about three meters away.
The Head Nurse could hardly stand. Anger and disgust washing over her as she witnessed the sin that unfolded before her eyes. She would have stopped it earlier, but she was just stunned from it all. However, she quickly got a hold on her thoughts and when she spoke her voice came even and dangerously serious.
"Mr. Bennington and Mr. Shinoda."
The horror and shock in their faces were so strong that it border comical. Mrs. Fletcher's face however went unchanged.
"Shit!" Mike said before quickly removing his hands from the other man's pants, Chester hurrying to fasten his jeans. The tears were already falling from the youth's eyes before she even said one word. The nurse breathed in a bit to calm herself down some more. She wanted to sound as calm and as collected as possible.
"Mr. Shinoda. I would like for you to go join the men in their snowball fight. And Mr. Bennington I would like for you to follow me back into the building."
"No! Listen. It's my fault, I pressured him to do it ok?" Mike said, stepping closer to the woman.
"Mr. Shinoda I'm going to ask you once again to join the other men. Right now I'm pondering what I should do with you and at this moment the more I see you in front of me the more attractive a certain option becomes."
"And what option is that?" Mike continued, sizing her up a bit.
"Are you familiar with the south wing Mr. Shinoda?" she began, flashing a look at Chester as he let out a whimper. "It's where our most extreme cases are placed. Men who have completely lost their minds..."
Mike narrowed his eyes and looked to Chester who had now lowered himself to the snowy ground, sobbing.
"Mr. Shinoda!" Mrs. Fletcher yelled, the anger finally becoming too much for her to mask. He sent one last glare to her as he left the corner, stepping out and joining the snowball fight.
Once Mike was out of earshot Mrs. Fletcher bent down and pulled Chester up from the ground.
"Chester...after all that work. After all that progress...after our agreement." Mrs. Fletcher said, her voice laced with pity as she dragged him from the corner. As she pulled the young man the other men seemed to notice and of course Joe was the first to question this.
"Chester...what are you doing to him Mrs. Fletcher!" Joe asked, angrily stomping his foot down on the snow covered ground.
"Joe shut the hell up," Mike said hurriedly, balling up some snow in his hand. Joe didn't seem too content with this as he stepped away from the group and continued his questioning.
"What are you doing to him? Let him go!"
"Mr. Hahn go back to the game," Mrs. Fletcher said warningly. Chester cried out loudly as his shoe fell over and his bare foot was submerged fully in the cold snow. This seemed to upset Joe finally, causing him to throw the ball of snow he had in his hand at the Head Nurse, causing her topple over onto the ground. Little to no time passed before Malcolm and Chuck made their way over to the scene. Malcolm sucker punched Joe in the stomach, causing the Asian to fall to the ground and Chuck quickly aided Mrs. Fletcher.
"Ma'am are you alright?"
"Yes! Yes! Just help me get this one inside!" she said quickly, her eyes full of surprise from Joe's strange hostile behavior. She got up from the ground, attempting to fix the hat on her head. Her hair was a mess and her shoes were full of snow. The Head Nurse hurried to enter the building after Malcolm and Chuck who carried in Joe and Chester. The rest of the men dropped their snowballs and made their way back to the building.
***
"Just this way ma'am," said Dr. Simons who decided to personally escort Mrs. Bennington to the ward. "The men are actually outside right now enjoying the snow. Wish I had as much energy as--."
When Dr. Simons, Mrs. Bennington and Kingsley entered through the metal doors, the scene before them could be described with one word: Chaos.
"Please don't tell Mrs. Fletcher! Please don't call my mother!" Chester pleaded, his voice straining.
"I have no other choice Chester. You've crossed too many lines."
"Leave Chester alone! He hasn't done anything wrong! Leave him alone!" Joe yelled as he was being carried away by Malcolm. He struggled to get away but Malcolm had him in a tight grip. Apala quickly emerged from the nurse quarters with a syringe in her hand, swiftly sticking it in Joe to sedate him. She reached for another one, but a shrill and panicked voice distracted her.
"What in God's name is going on around here?" Mrs. Bennington screamed, stomping toward her son who sat on the ground with tears flowing down his face. Just then the other men from the ward walked in.
"Mrs. Bennington!" Mrs. Fletcher gasped, stepping forward to shake her hand. "Oh I must apologize for the scene--"
"What is going on here Miranda?" Mrs. Bennington asked the Head Nurse, addressing her by her first name.
Silence filled the room as Mrs. Fletcher looked at the woman, definitely attempting to word her next sentence carefully.
"Your son...Mr. Bennington...was caught outside today with another member for the ward."
"No! She's lying Ma, she's lying!" Chester screamed, standing up and looking into his mother's eyes. "She's not telling the truth!"
"Chester...don't lie to me. Mrs. Fletcher wouldn't make a blatant lie like that." His mother said, her voice thick with anger and disappointment. "Don't. Lie to me!"
"I'm not Mama! I'm not! I didn't do anything! I didn't!"
"Mrs. Bennington, I saw it with my own two eyes. Your son...engaged in a homosexual act in a corner of our building."
"With who? Who is this son of a bitch? Who talked you into doing this?" Mrs. Bennington asked harshly, grabbing her son by the arm and shaking it. "You tell me now or so God help Chester!"
"It was me." Mike said softly. Stepping out from the group of men. "It was me Mrs. Bennington. I talked him into it. It's not his fault."
"You?" the woman asked, her voice dangerously low. "You?! What give you the RIGHT to do something like this? Have you any idea what he has been through? Do you have a clue?"
"Yes actually. I do." Mike replied calmly, looking over to Chester, telling him with his gaze that everything was going to be ok.
"You do? Oh really? Oh fucking really?" Mrs. Bennington asked hysterically, stepping closer to the Asian and holding the hardcover book in her hand tighter. "What makes you think that? Has Chester told you something that I don't know? Hmm?"
"No. He hasn't. But sometimes Mrs. Bennington words aren't needed to convey the hurt and pain someone has gone through. I could see the sadness in his eyes the first day I got here. I think the one that doesn't understand or know anything about him is you."
With that Mrs. Bennington took the book she held in her hand and slammed it against Mike's head; however, it wasn't hard enough to knock him out. He quickly grabbed the woman by the arm and pried the book from her, tossing it on the ground and lightly shoving her away from himself. Malcolm mistook this as him trying to hit her and decked the Asian. The dark haired man fell to the ground, but this was the last time he'd let Malcolm hit him and get away with it.
"You son of a bitch!" Mike yelled as he threw two punches at the black man, the first missing, but the second connecting. He threw a third and it connected as well, sending Malcolm toppling to the ground. Suddenly he felt large strong arms around his neck, pulling him away. And then a sharp sting in his arm. Mike looked and noticed that Apala was injecting him with something that would no doubt knock him out. So he stopped struggling, waiting for the sedative to take effect, but suddenly he felt the large hands leave his throat. Shinoda looked up to find Rob holding Chuck up by the collar, staring down at Mike, telling him with his eyes to move away. So Mike did just that and the tall man harshly slammed Chuck to the ground.
"Ahhh!!" Apala screamed as she stabbed the syringe in Rob's arm, quickly injecting the sedative. However, due to his size it took longer to take affect so with one swift movement, Rob had backhand smacked the Indian nurse to the ground. Dr. Simons and Mrs Fletcher immediately administered more sedatives into the large man's bloodstream and before he knew it, Rob was falling to the ground like a huge lumbered tree.
Mike's tired eyes searched about the room. His vision had become blurry and his legs and arms had become functionless. The last thing he remembered seeing was Chester weeping and eyeing him. Telling him with his eyes that he was so sorry. Mike wished that he could tell the blond that all of this wasn't his fault, but finally the drugs got the best of him and he was then off to dreamland.
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