The good doctor
A story inspired by the crazy corner of the Dealers room of What the Fur 2013
Yeah, I went there XD
The audience cheered as he left the stage; it was another day in the endless of problems that he had to solve. These people needed his help, as he was the only one that could really help them solve their problems.
It was always the same thing; people came to him, nearly begging him to find a solution to their problems. He could always find something, even if he thought that his implication wasn't really needed in a lot of case; these people didn't really need him at all...
But with time, what was the point of listening to the same old stories? These people didn't need him at all; they needed a shock therapy, one that could set them back on the right path, even if it could be harmful...
He would be the one that would help them, that would provide a real change in their life... He would be the angel of Mercy, making sure that their life would forever... be saved. He would make sure that it would happen...
The next guests would serve his new goal perfectly; he would be able to see if it was possible... to truly save people or if they were condemned to repeat the same mistake over and over, until their life would end.
``Hey, welcome to the show. Today, I decided to use a different approach to help people. In the past, we used an isolated mansion, the normal show and this format, that seeks to resemble Fox News. Now, I decided to try a way that would truly make a difference'' said the doctor, his bald head shining in the spotlight.
He looked at the audience; all these people who had nothing else better to do then to be here, listening to him... It made him sick.
Shouldn't they be working? What was the purpose of their life? How could they even afford to be here, wasting their time? Something had to be done, before the situation would get out of hand...
``You know, in the number of years I have been in this show, I always avoided a fact, one that was in front of me. Today, the people I want to help are not in front of you, the audience; in fact, it is you, the audience, that will be receiving my help'' he said, watching his clueless crew. They didn't know what he was talking about, but if the ratings were good, then nothing mattered.
``You know, when there is a problem and that nothing was done to resolve it, drastic measures have to be taken. The exits have been blocked; I will now help you get better, because it will get better, trust me'' he said, moving the chairs to reveal an ax, watching the audience panic.
They fought the doors, tried to ram them, but nothing happened, as the good doctor marched upon them, grinning happily. He was going to help them, even if they were afraid of the cure he was proposing.
It was beautiful; they ran and flailed, but the good doctor continued striking, determined to cure them. He took the time to inspect the bodies, fondling them to be sure that the treatment was efficient.
They were all cured and he deserved a good glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, but he knew that this would only be the beginning...