M is for Myg

“Vanny, I know you’ve got issues, but couldn’t you find your own therapist?” Damn, I thought, this competition thing with Vanny has gotten out of hand. First she gets Lisa, now she wants my shrink?

“Shut up Myg!” she snapped. I saw another showdown brewing. And it was, but not in the way I thought.

“Vanny, you’d like to kill Mygdala now, is that right?” Dr. Moody asked.

Well that was one hell of a start to the session. I knew Dr. Moody used some controversial techniques, but bringing my stalker in for a face-to-face seemed like an extreme intervention–even for her. Of course, Vanny and I had some serious issues, which I’d been venting about in therapy for weeks. You would too if one of your best friends had become a vampire and was trying to “feed” on you all the time. Let me tell you, that’s really hard on a relationship.

“Kill me? What the hell will that accomplish?”

Vanny leered as she stalked towards me. She knows I’m not much of a fighter.

“Myg shut up!” Vanny hissed.

“Well, Mygdala, why do you think you should die? I’m sure the answer is somewhere in your unconscious mind.” Moody’s maniacal smile was really starting to worry me.

“But…but…I don’t think I should die. I think Vanny needs to stop stalking me.” I gave her the finest pissed off look I could muster.

“Just like we talked about, Vanny” Dr. Moody said. “Kill her now, with your bare hands, but be sure not to spill any of her blood. It’s tainted.”

“Tainted?” Well, that hurt. But I didn’t have time to process my feelings about it because Vanny suddenly backhanded me so hard she knocked me clear across the room. Dr. Moody’s guttural belly laugh made my stomach turn three times over–I was definitely working through some emotional baggage with that last move. But I wasn’t happy about it.

I clutched my sides and spat on the floor, heaving in pain. As I inhaled, I could feel the contents of my stomach swirling and the pain transform into a strange chaotic power within me. It began to surge, like concentrated smoke climbing my spinal column, filling my head. Smoke, flame and fury. I rose and faced Vanny, finally, without fear.

“You bitch! What have I ever done to you?!”

I lit into Vanny like I’d long wanted to attack everyone in my life who’s ever betrayed me. My parents who’d abandoned me at birth. My first grade teacher who told me I had a big mouth and couldn’t draw. My legal guardian who’d treated me like I was nothing more than a gnat in her field of vision. They were all standing in front of me. They were all her.

“How does it make you feel, Mygdala, knowing that you are about to die and nobody cares?” Dr. Moody’s words hit me hard. Nobody cares….nobody cares….nobody cares….hearing those words now sent me so far over the edge that I actually swung at her, only to be blocked by the barrel of Vanny’s gun.

“Vanny, how long have you been betraying Lisa for this yellow-eyed bitch?”

At that, Vanny blasted the room with some kind of localized chemical weapon.

I choked and sputtered and fell to the ground under a sticky carbon haze. Then suddenly I heard Vanny whisper in my ear, “Run Myg!”

I could barely breathe let alone run, but I dragged myself towards the door. Dr. Moody gagged grotesquely and then started screaming something at Vanny–it all sounded foreign to my ears (German? Esperanto? DOS?). I knew the intervention had gone awry.

I was going to sneak out, but then turned back and caught the doctor leveling what seemed to be a World War 7 era Dictatorshop Flame Thrower right at Vanny’s head.

“Vanny!” I screamed.

“Run Myg! Run!”

I ran, but not away. This time, with my new found courage I lunged at the evil psychotherapist, my rage fueling me as my hands reached for her skinny red neck. She was quick in ducking me though–probably afraid of a malpractice suit, and with damned good reason!

“Mygdala that behavior is just so inappropriate,” she scolded and then fixed a heated glare right in the middle of my chest. I felt fire burning in my belly worse than the aftermath of several cheap pepperoni sticks. I doubled over in pain, unable to move.

Crouched on the floor, helplessly I watched as Vanny, blades and daggers out, closed in a death struggle. Weapons, fists, insults all seemed useless against the evil towering she-devil.

I frantically flipped through my contacts. Damn those Second Life Updates! IMs weren’t working, friends list wasn’t showing any names. And nobody in Topgol but the damned camper zombies.

We were borked.

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This entry was posted on Sunday, May 27th, 2007 at 7:00 am and is filed under Capers, Met a stranger, Second Life.