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A Good Scare - Kingdom Hospital - PG-13
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gabriel_anubis, who requested Antubis giving Steggy a good scare!
Title: A Good Scare
Author:theladyfeylene
Fandom: Kingdom Hospital
Pairing: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Full series spoilers
Word Count: 581
Summary: Antubis was all about giving people exactly what he felt they deserved...
“Well, well, well. What have we hear?”
Despite the fact that the words were spoken aloud, they didn’t reach the ears of the waxen faced neurosurgeon that was ferociously scribbling away at his desk. The doctor couldn’t see the creature that was lurking behind him, reading over his shoulder.
“Oh yes,” the doctor muttered, triumphantly. He seemed intent on his work, whatever it was. “This will take care of all my little problems…”
“I don’t think so.” Antubis stretched, twisted, his furred body writhing and lengthening and changing. “Your problems are just starting, my friend.”
When Antubis had finished, he was in a human form. Oh, he knew this would play merry hell with the doctor’s mind. It was the human form Mary preferred, the dark haired and pale skinned form of Paul. It was a comfortable enough body, and the gate keeper enjoyed assuming it from time to time.
The doctor was still speaking to himself. There was a manic edge to his words and Antubis chuckled. The man was mad - had been mad, long before Paul and the other doctor had gotten to him. This one had gone mad a very long time ago. But Kingdom Hospital had a way of nurturing madness. While Stegman (for that was the object of Antubis’ current scrutiny) had come to the place with a normal sort of madness, he’d gone further and further beyond the bounds of sanity.
Antubis rolled his shoulders and placed his hands on the back of Stegman’s chair. He leaned down close, placing his head next to Stegman’s. He was practically breathing down the man’s neck and still no notice was taken. Perfect.
“Boo,” he said, bringing his body into the same plane of existence as Stegman’s.
Stegman jumped. The pen flew out of his hand and he turned, fear and then confusion coming over his features.
“You…?” he managed, staring incredulously at Antubis. Antubis grinned. Familiar, but not quite the same. Oh, Antubis’ expression was as cruel as Paul’s ever was, and there was the same sort of arrogance in his stance, but there was an air to Antubis that Paul would never have. Paul was only a dead teenager, a street punk who’d been screwed over and stuck between life and death. Antubis was a god.
“Not quite, my friend. Close, but not quite.” It really was fortunate, that none of what had been changed had altered Paul's fate any. The added confusion and bewilderment of Stegman was too good to have missed. Perhaps Antubis was being cruel, but it was only what Stegman deserved. And Antubis believed strongly in giving people what they deserved
“Who are you?” Even now, even after all he’d seen, Stegman fell back on logic and rational. It was almost funny. “How did you get in here?”
“Me?” Antubis laughed and fingered the heavy ankh pendant that graced his chest. He was going to be cliché, and he knew it. But he had a feeling that Stegman would, in some way, appreciate it. Antubis yawned, displaying row upon row of sharp, jackal-like teeth.
“I’m your worst nightmare.”
gabriel_anubis, who requested Antubis giving Steggy a good scare!Title: A Good Scare
Author:
theladyfeyleneFandom: Kingdom Hospital
Pairing: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Full series spoilers
Word Count: 581
Summary: Antubis was all about giving people exactly what he felt they deserved...
“Well, well, well. What have we hear?”
Despite the fact that the words were spoken aloud, they didn’t reach the ears of the waxen faced neurosurgeon that was ferociously scribbling away at his desk. The doctor couldn’t see the creature that was lurking behind him, reading over his shoulder.
“Oh yes,” the doctor muttered, triumphantly. He seemed intent on his work, whatever it was. “This will take care of all my little problems…”
“I don’t think so.” Antubis stretched, twisted, his furred body writhing and lengthening and changing. “Your problems are just starting, my friend.”
When Antubis had finished, he was in a human form. Oh, he knew this would play merry hell with the doctor’s mind. It was the human form Mary preferred, the dark haired and pale skinned form of Paul. It was a comfortable enough body, and the gate keeper enjoyed assuming it from time to time.
The doctor was still speaking to himself. There was a manic edge to his words and Antubis chuckled. The man was mad - had been mad, long before Paul and the other doctor had gotten to him. This one had gone mad a very long time ago. But Kingdom Hospital had a way of nurturing madness. While Stegman (for that was the object of Antubis’ current scrutiny) had come to the place with a normal sort of madness, he’d gone further and further beyond the bounds of sanity.
Antubis rolled his shoulders and placed his hands on the back of Stegman’s chair. He leaned down close, placing his head next to Stegman’s. He was practically breathing down the man’s neck and still no notice was taken. Perfect.
“Boo,” he said, bringing his body into the same plane of existence as Stegman’s.
Stegman jumped. The pen flew out of his hand and he turned, fear and then confusion coming over his features.
“You…?” he managed, staring incredulously at Antubis. Antubis grinned. Familiar, but not quite the same. Oh, Antubis’ expression was as cruel as Paul’s ever was, and there was the same sort of arrogance in his stance, but there was an air to Antubis that Paul would never have. Paul was only a dead teenager, a street punk who’d been screwed over and stuck between life and death. Antubis was a god.
“Not quite, my friend. Close, but not quite.” It really was fortunate, that none of what had been changed had altered Paul's fate any. The added confusion and bewilderment of Stegman was too good to have missed. Perhaps Antubis was being cruel, but it was only what Stegman deserved. And Antubis believed strongly in giving people what they deserved
“Who are you?” Even now, even after all he’d seen, Stegman fell back on logic and rational. It was almost funny. “How did you get in here?”
“Me?” Antubis laughed and fingered the heavy ankh pendant that graced his chest. He was going to be cliché, and he knew it. But he had a feeling that Stegman would, in some way, appreciate it. Antubis yawned, displaying row upon row of sharp, jackal-like teeth.
“I’m your worst nightmare.”