Nicole the New Attraction

“I hear we had a new admittance, Bernie,” the psychiatrist said to his chief orderly.

“Yes, we did, doctor sir.” The orderly was 6’5” and barrel-chested, well-practiced at restraining lunatics while pumping them with trancs.

“Got the case file?”

“Ah . . . should have it here . . .” Bernie fumbled around his desk and gave the doctor an apologetic shrug. “Anyway here’s the basics. Female, eighteen, legally committed by court order . . .”

“Really!” Dr. Chumley was stubby, flabby and reeked of body odor, a repulsive non-starter on the dating market. “Is she attractive?” He clasped his hands together and beamed. The only action he got was from his patients.

“Don’t know, doctor sir. Didn’t get a good look . . .” Bernie winced and rubbed his forehead. He was still suffering those damned nightmares!

They’d started two months ago. A fourteen year old girl had been admitted with Tourette’s Syndrome. Dr. Chumley took an immediate interest and performed a lobotomy within the week.

After that, she became the doctor’s pet, confined to a padded cell while doing his sexual bidding for a bowl of soup or a candy bar. The poor girl finally committed suicide by swallowing a can of Drano which she’d taken off a custodial cart.

“I can bring her file to your office when I . . .” Bernie sniffed and searched aimlessly through some loose papers.

“No!” Chumley growled. “I need to see her immediately.” By his order, all new admittances were strait-jacketed, sedated and locked in a padded cell.

“Yes, of course.” The orderly produced a clipboard.

“Hmmm . . . Nicole Larsen . . .” Chumley smiled as he glanced thru the pages. “What time she come in?”

“11 o’clock last night, doctor sir.” Bernie grabbed the keys and led the doctor down to the dungeon of padded cells.

“Ah! Ahhhhh!! Aaaahhhhh!!!” Dr. Chumley moaned in appreciation as he studied his newest patient. “I like her.”

The orderly said nothing and merely cracked his knuckles. They were still sore from busting the heads of some graveyard shifters who’d lined up to form a gang rape welcoming committee.

“Oh, Bernie,” Dr. Chumley sighed. “I think she’s the one.” Nicole was slumped against the wall, bound and unconscious. Even with dark circles under her eyes, she was very beautiful.

“I . . . uh . . . understand, doctor sir.” Bernie could still hear the screams of terror as she fought to resist the needle.

“I only wish I could’ve watched them bring her in.” Dr. Chumley stood transfixed and gazed at the love of his life. “We’ll perform a lobotomy first thing in the morning.”

“Of course, doctor sir.” Bernie nodded his assent. Fortunately, he’d been able to make an urgent call. There was still hope.

Deadly Angel author Andrew Cofrin

Sprint to the Finish

A rude surprise greeted the fans in the bleachers. Their hometown hero was being pushed to the brink. The champ stroked furiously and gasped for air, clawing frantically at the water which had seemingly turned to molasses. Her face was a tortured mask of pain.

 

In a clash of contrasts, her rival elongated her strokes and knifed thru the water with ease. Nicole was gaining with every meter. There was no need to fight. The water was her ally, a faithful friend through countless hours of lonely practice. It flowed naturally over her supple frame, touching for a moment’s caress and releasing.

 

The crowd rose to their feet and cheered their favorite. The two girls were locked in a dead heat sprint to the finish. Champ vs. challenger. Brute strength and graceful power.

 

Nicole held her concentration thru the deafening roar. A final burst of energy to the last kick. She was there . . . she was almost there . . . and she raised her hand to touch . . .

 

A solemn hush fell over the crowd when the newcomer was first to the buzzer. The champ was a scant .02 seconds behind, but it could have been two hours. She fell back into the water and sobbed.

 

The upset victor stepped out of the pool and grinned. Nicole Larsen stood a full 5’10” tall in bare feet. Her figure, clad in the skin-tight racing suit, was toned to perfection. She pulled off the swim cap and let her corn-silk mane cascade to her shoulders.

 

But what people mostly commented on were her eyes. The irises were larger than normal, not the dark blue seen in the sky overhead, but the softer, robin’s-egg tone found just above the horizon on a clear and breezy spring afternoon.

 

Eyes of turquoise which gleamed with the quality of finely cut gems.

 

Deadly Angel by Andrew Cofrin

A Stunning Upset

The winner of the girls 100 meter freestyle, Nicole Larsen, strode with assurance past the bleachers, oblivious to admiring and envious stares. Winning was what it was all about. The payoff for all those early morning practices. The reward for the complete absence of social life.

 

She cooly accepted her winner’s trophy and climbed up to the fourth row. Unlike the other competitors with large cheering sections, she had only her mother, little sister, and her swim coach.

 

“Nice job,” Miss Ramsey said, giving the wet Nicole a warm hug. “Though, I can’t say I was surprised.”

 

“Yeah. Guess they know me now.” Nicole toweled herself dry. “That UCLA recruiter was shocked when he found out I was only sixteen.”

 

“Is Nicole really going to go to UCLA?” her sister asked.

 

“We’ll see about that. Nicole still has two years of high school. Too bad your father couldn’t make it, dear,” her mother said to Nicole, “but with the flu going around and all.”

 

Nicole bristled visibly. Her father was a pediatrician. Out of scores of swim meets, he’d only been to a couple. There were always work demands, sick patients, last minute emergencies, etc. He just didn’t care enough to take an interest in my swimming, Nicole thought.

 

She got up to leave with her family. Her sister whined she wanted to see the boys compete, but it was a four hour drive home.

 

Deadly Angel by Andrew Cofrin

Nicole Wins Championship

The Redding Gazette reported the exciting news of Nicole Larsen’s stunning victory. Her praises were sung over the homeroom PA at Sequoia High School. All the students were happy for her.

 

“A fully paid scholarship to UCLA! You’re so lucky, Nicole!” one girl said. “Maybe you’ll meet a movie star down there.”

 

“We’ll be rootin’ for ya in the Olympics,” another encouraged.

 

Literally overnight, Nicole had become a high school celebrity.

 

“I wish I could be like you, Nicole,” a sophomore gushed. “You’re smart, beautiful and a great athlete. You get the best out of life!”

 

“Yeah . . .” Nicole gave her bravest smile to her well wishers. She was not used to the attention. A full-on regimen of school studies and swim meets had left no time for a social life. She didn’t even have a date for the Junior Prom.

 

There was so much more beneath the surface. Things the others would never see. Nicole preferred it that way. She couldn’t let anyone get too close.

 

Deadly Angel by Andrew Cofrin

Nicole in the Loony Bin

Nicole’s court-ordered regimen mandated two daily sessions of group therapy. One for survivors of rape and incest and the other for those with violent impulses. Most of her fellow inmates were just like her. They came from moneyed backgrounds and they were royally screwed up.

One patient, a 14 year old boy, proclaimed he was the reincarnation of Genghis Khan. That delusion, along with a severe Oedipal complex, led him to attack his father with a battle axe which he’d pried off the wall of the family den. He was especially impressed with Nicole for succeeding where he had failed.

Another, a 29 yr. old woman, continually railed at Nicole for her looks, ranting that beauty was the root of all evil. Perhaps it was in her case since she’d been molested by her father, grandfather and three brothers. The poor woman’s body bore the scars of countless self-inflicted knife wounds and cigarette burns.

Nicole was shocked to see a famous Hollywood actor at Dr. Young’s therapy group. Turns out he’d taken a recent movie role a little too seriously and was convinced that he was the head psychiatrist at the hospital. He loved to strut his stuff to new patients by reciting a litany of psycho-babble regarding their problems.

Unfortunately, he took a morbid interest in Nicole’s case and acted out the scene of stabbing her father. From the heights of silver screen to the depths of loony bin, Nicole thought, as the men in white coats led him away.

Deadly Angel by Andrew Cofrin

Is Nicole in love with Fred?

Nicole has surely got the hots for Fred. She tries to act cool but we can see thru her facade.