Mike Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

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This Meant War!

Mike crossed his arms, the leather of his jacket crinkling a bit as he did so. The cool weather made him shiver a bit as a breeze blew by. He pulled out a smoke and brought the stick to his mouth, puffing on it once Malcolm, who escorted him to the basketball court, lit it for him. Mike seemed cool, calm and collected while the black man walked beside him, their shoulders so close that they almost touched; however, inside Shinoda was in chaos. The amount of anger he had right now toward everything seemed a bit unnatural to him, but then again this type of anger wasn't exactly foreign either. The last time he recalled feeling this way was when he almost killed that son of a bitch Mitchell.

The pair walked out onto the basketball court. Joe, Brad, Dave and Rob all were on the court, although Rob just stood there with his arms crossed looking straight ahead to nothing in particular. Mike then noticed Chester. He wore a worn out denim jacket, a black skull cap and some white gym shoes that had seen way too many days on the floor. The young man held the orange basketball, shooting it through the air and silently rejoicing when he witnessed the ball go through the hoop. The "swoosh" sound was sweet music to his ears. He felt good about himself. Funny how such a small achievement felt so huge to him. Was he really that far off? He let his mind ponder this for a moment before he noticed Mike standing on the court.

"Hey Chester," Mike said, walking by and picking up the basketball from the ground. Chester stood still, not saying a word. Way too many emotions were bombarding his mind right now. He had so much and so little to say. It made no sense at all. He wanted to tell Mike how guilty he felt, but then again he knew it was the right thing to do. What disturbed him most was that Mike seemed like it never happened. As if his roommate never got him kicked out of the room.

"You know, if you hold the ball like this you'll be able to shoot the ball easier," Mike said, holding the ball with his right hand, his left hand resting atop of it.

"No fucking funny business Shinoda..." Malcolm whispered to the Asian. "I know yo fag ass is just trying to get some ass, but that shit ain't gon happen 'round here."

"What in the hell are you talking about?" Mike asked, his voice high pitched with disbelief. For once he wasn't being sarcastic.

"I know all 'bout yo little infatuation with little Chester over there. And I know all about the past dick you had too. Mrs. Fletcher did a fine job of tellin' us all about your prison reports!"

"Why you--!"

Chester turned away as Mike dove forward to attack Malcolm only to have his stomach punched for the second time that week. Shinoda fell to the ground harshly, struggling to catch his breath.

"Mike! What did you do to Mike you bastard! What did you do to Mike!" Joe screamed, running toward them.

"Stay back you idiot!" the dark haired man managed to say before the fellow Asian could get any closer.

"Yeah. If you know what's good for ya," Malcolm said laughing, giving a nasty looking smile.

"Leave Mike alone! Leave [i]ME[/i] alone!"

By this point, Brad and Dave and stepped in and grabbed Joe, hauling him off to the other side of the court to sit on the bench. While they calmed the man down, Mike finally began to gather himself and decided to get up from the cold concrete.

Malcolm harshly seized him by the arm, pulling him close.

"The next time I hit you, you'll be doing alot less breathin'. The next time yo ass will be knocked da fuck out. So lets make everyones life easier by you actually doing what da fuck you are fuckin' told. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal fucking clear," Mike said, eyeing Chester, begging him to turn around.

Malcolm's unnecessarily harsh shove sent Shinoda toppling over onto the ground. He didn't care though. Suddenly the side effects of the drugs he was being given hit him. Nothing seemed to stand still anymore...he was going to vomit...

***

"He's been here for about a week and already he is causing problems." Dr. Simons said as he watched from his window, Mike vomiting on the basketball court. "There's obviously something wrong with this individual."

"Do you honestly believe that to be true?" Mr. Nickleby asked, certainly feeling skeptical about the decision his employer was about to make. The rest of the room was occupied by three men who scribbled notes on clipboards as Dr. Simons spoke. They all wore black suits and they sat and listened carefully as Dr. Simons began to reach a decision. Mrs. Fletcher stood by the doorway, her assistant beside her, eyes wide in nervousness.

"Truth be told...no. I don't fully believe it to be true, but then again I'm fairly certain that this young man is troubled. Is it mentally? Perhaps. But I think we need more time with him to figure this out."

"Michael has shone extreme hostility toward the staff and toward an individual in the ward," Mrs. Fletcher began.

"Ah ha, Mr. Bennington," Mr. Simons said, his back to the woman and his attention still on the scene outside on the basketball court.

"...That being said, I find it immensely important that he stays here in the ward. We can help him no doubt. However, I also believe there should be necessary measures taken to ensure the safety of the staff members and the other patients."

Mr. Simons began to turn slowly around, nodding, agreeing with everything Mrs. Fletcher said.

"True, we [i]can[/i] help him. However, as for the safety of the staff and the other patients, thats all taken care of Mrs. Fletcher. As you may have witness before, Chuck and Malcolm don't play around. And I'm sure you have plenty of drugs to sedate this whole damn building. So I wouldn't worry if I were you."

Nurse Fletcher nodded, giving her assistant a hopeful smile. Obviously Fletcher's proposal for a more assuring security was for the fellow nurse.

One of the black suited men stood up and cleared his throat.

"So I assume you've reached a decision then."

"Yes. Mike Shinoda shall stay here at Notting Hill State Mental Hospital until further notice."

***

Mrs. Fletcher watched as Malcolm carried Mike to the shower room. She couldn't help but smile a bit. She vowed to not only cure Chester of his sickness, but also to stomp out any possible problems in her way.

"Hello Mrs. Fletcher," Chester greeted her feebly, glancing in the direction of the shower room.

"Why hello Chester. How are you today?"

"I'm doing just fine Mrs. Fletcher." The blond replied, his voice almost in monotone.

She smiled widely and pat him on the back. "Mr. Bennington, that's just wonderful! Now, why don't you put up your jacket and get the others ready for our daily meeting."

"Yes ma'am."

***

Mike cursed every single staff member he could think of as he sat on the shower room floor, the lukewarm water cascading down on him. He was slightly cold, but the discomfort seemed to numb his anger a bit. Granted his displeasure with this place was still palpable, however he seemed to take his situation a bit more into perspective. Malcolm and long since left him so he was free to say anything out loud that he wanted.

"I fucking hate Mrs. Fletcher! I hope she gets raped by a large, fucking hairy as fuck animal, preferably a gorilla like Chuck!" Mike said out loud, pounding his fist against the tiled floor. Prison was nothing like this. In many ways they could do anything they fucking wanted, granted they still were prisoners, but they weren't patients. Mike hated the idea of being viewed as a crazy person, but he knew he had put himself in this situation so he was going to have to make the best of it.

Once he felt his shower time had been adequate enough, he exited the shower, suddenly realizing he had no towel. At first he was a bit upset, but within seconds Shinoda's brain began working up something wonderful...

***

Nurse Fletcher smiled as she looked around the room, finally deciding that their daily meeting was to now begin.

"Last time we met we were discussing making lights out time later--"

"About time you nuts are talking about something worthwhile," Mike said, suddenly appearing in the room. All eyes fell on him, all of which he felt. However, he felt no one's eyes as much as he did Chester's The blond's eyes scanned Mike's naked frame, drinking in the forbidden nature of it all. This made Mike blush a bit, and he couldn't help displaying a triumphant smile as the room burst out laughing; the look on Mrs. Fletcher's face was priceless as well; it was even more priceless when Shinoda sat down in one of the steel chairs and crossed his legs, acting as if everything was just peachy.

Nurse Fletchers face was an unnaturally red color, and her assistant seemed throughly disgusted and attempted to walk out, however Mrs. Fletcher grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back down into the chair.

"If you flee you'll let him know that he has power over you," Mrs. Fletcher told her lowly, staring at Mike. The young woman nodded and stared at Shinoda, trying to same thing as her higher up.

The room was abuzz as Mike and the Nurses had a staring showdown. The Asian was so pleased with himself that he could hardly contain it. However he did contain it for the sake of the "battle." So he sat, not saying one word. He just stared at her, stared deep within her eyes. He could see the anger, the frustration in her face, although they were muted. They both knew then that this meant war.

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