Constraints: just after Is It
College Yet?
Synopsis: Some asshole sneaks
into Daria’s room at night intent on giving her a braincut.
Daria’s Braincut.
Content: If this doesn’t make
you at least feel nauseas, you’re psychologically sub-normal. … … Or I’m just
shit at horror, it’ll be one of those two.
In all seriousness though,
this is me when I’m trying to be nasty, with other works, the story came first,
this is intended to be really really
sick, so be aware that this may traumatise you before you read.
Legal: not an actual Daria
episode, just a fanwork (although you’re probably
going to be questioning my fan credentials when you read this).
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It just wasn’t natural for
girls to be smart.
Smart girls didn’t breed, and
god said “Go forth and multiply,” so it was that simple: Gods will was for
girls to be stupid.
But god had to act through
people such as Dr Kenneth Hiller.
He attended the school
graduation ceremony as a federal agent on the look out for a terrorist
recruiter, and Angela Li bought it.
At least he didn’t have to do
any work on her.
But this girl Daria was in
desperate need of his help, so he was going to have to find out where she lived
and then form a plan of attack.
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The family talked with
various teachers and other parents, the Morgendorffers were obviously proud of
their daughter.
Such a pity they were going
to lose that source of their pride.
No point doing her mom,
she’ll be dry soon.
He had built a lot of
experience in this sort of thing, initially he shaved the girls head for better
access, but that always felt wrong because girls are meant to have long hair,
so he made an effort to limit the shaving as far as possible.
One thing he was proud of was
that there was not one single fatality.
There’s always a danger when
you’re cutting up someone’s brain that you’ll cause a fatal haemorrhage, but he
had always been able to avoid that.
He was pleased, but was
cautious about being so pleased that he’ll fuck the next operation and kill.
Lobotomies are never risk free, each and every one demands the utmost caution.
As did the
break in, and the exit, and preventing any evidence being left at the scene.
If the state would get a
clue, he wouldn’t have to go around doing this, he hated being a criminal, but
this was the only way he could achieve this, so a criminal he was.
It was also irritating that
he had to pick a city at random and go out to that each time, it wasn’t very
effective, he’d rather do an entire area, but again, shitty circumstances, so,
there he had it.
He also couldn’t do the city
he was living in, he had to get a job in one city and commute to the area he
picked for the operation.
His various jobs did bring
him into contact with women who needed his help, but getting them was not an
option.
It was infuriating, but he
had to be extremely careful about this.
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Detective Inspector Jarrod
Foster entered the superintendent’s office and asked “you rang?”
“Yeah,” said Superintendent,
there was a man standing next to him in civvies with an FBI warrant card hanging
out his pocket, “this is Agent Keith Hodgers, he’s come across evidence that the
braincutter is going to hit somewhere in this city.”
“Okay, can we narrow it down
further so we can bust this asshole?” asked Jarrod.
“We have a list of addresses
of high profile smart women including recent high school graduates and college
students, we can cover a lot of them, but even using special constables and
community support officers, we’re going to be overstretched, any crimes we need
to respond to will significantly weaken our surveillance cover, if we see this
guy breaking in, we’ll have minutes to respond,” said the superintendent.
“So, no pressure, how do we
know he’s coming here?”
The agent produced a
photograph of the individual in question and said “this man, who was asking
about rattlesnake activity two weeks ago, is our chief suspect, one of the
things we have not released-” started the Agent.
“-Is that he uses rattlesnake
venom to clot the blood in the parts of the brain he wants to kill, neurosurgeons
haven’t been able to replace that bloodflow in time
to prevent permanent loss of those areas, so how did his travel plans come up?”
asked the inspector.
“The park ranger struck up a
conversation and managed to steer it towards his travel plans,” said the Agent.
“Be pretty stupid of the guy
to reveal his destination knowing the significance of his interest in
rattlers,” said the inspector.
“Yeah, well, he’s been
spotted approaching the city, and he’s left his car in a long term car park at
the main airport, we got spotters at car rentals and ports and bus depots and
train stations that exit the city, so we see this guy mosey on out, we’ll get
him. He’s here, and we’ll get him the instant he tries anything.”
“Okay then,” said Jason.
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Daria returned home from the
graduation party at the Landons feeling glad to be
alone and free to pick a book and start reading.
“How did the party go?” asked
Helen as Daria made her way through to the kitchen to grab a drink.
“Like a loud gathering of
people with music and snacks,” said Daria.
“Daria, could you please try
to socialise a little more? You don’t want College to be High School all over
again, do you?”
“But I loved high school … Oh
wait, no I didn’t, I couldn’t graduate fast enough,” said Daria.
Helen just sighed and left
Daria to it.
Daria knew Helen had a point,
but the move to
…
Aw fuck.
…
Well, when she’s making
something of her life and her current and near future peers are selling mucus
seasoned burgers at Burgerworld with no real
prospects, at least the money would buy her plenty of books.
She chuckled.
She stopped.
She didn’t normally chuckle
so hard at her own jokes, in fact she hardly chuckled
at all.
What was with that?
She felt sort of high.
Why was she high?
“Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh,
why high, not just any old high, why high,” she said as she continued to her
room.
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Detective officers Jim Sidel and Nick Taylor passed the vehicle the man had rented
enter the neighbourhood off to their left and they drove on past the junction
parking up just beyond.
“Control, Sidel,
contact seen entering Glenn Oaks, we’re getting out to follow
on foot, we need reinforcements to silently assemble around us, over.”
“Sidel Control, acknowledged, over.”
They couldn’t jump the gun, he had to be in the process of breaking into a target’s
home.
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Dr Hiller turned off the
nitrous oxide gas and placed the scuba mouthpiece in his mouth, the
Morgendorffers should now be nice an unconscious now.
He turned his attention to
the lock on the back door.
It took five minutes to pick
the lock and obtain access.
Once he was onside, he pulled
a syringe and looked for the first family member to inject.
The effects of nitrous oxide
were going to be short lived, he had to make sure they
all remained asleep until he was long gone.
He found the mother slumped
unconscious over a load of paperwork in the lounge, grinning like the joker as
she chuckled in her sleep.
He located her carotid artery
and injected her with what he guessed was enough to keep her out for two hours.
Guesses of bodyweight based
on visual appearance were dangerous for pharmacologists to use to guide drug
consumption on, but he had to move.
He found the father upstairs
on a computer terminal with a webpage that had some recipe for something or other, the doctor got another syringe and gave him a dose
too.
He then moved on.
He located the better sister.
No danger of brain related
loneliness here.
He gave her a dose with a new
syringe and moved onto his patient.
He found her on her bed with
a book next to her.
The book was Shattered Sword,
a war book.
He chuckled at he thought
about how women and war go together like gold and argon.
He removed the book and got
out another syringe, he injected her with enough to keep her out for what was
to come.
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Nick Whispered “Hey,” before
indicating around the side of a house.
He and Jim went around either
side of the house Nick had indicated, and they found a number of items stacked
in order to gain access to the next property.
Nick went over and Jim went
back into the street.
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The doctor lifted Daria by
her shoulders and positioned her so her head was at the foot of the bed and he
moved the office chair over to the bed foot so he was comfortable and had easy
access to Daria’s head.
He then set about dousing her
scalp in disinfectants, he got a squirt gun filled
with ethanol for more thorough sterilisation of entry points as he went.
He then pulled a tray which
had a scalpel and a drill bit wrapped in a towel soaked in more ethanol that
was in a zip lock bag.
He then pulled another bag
with a ethanol soaked towel wrapped around a hand drill (alcohol vapour not
being the sort of thing you want to sent electrical discharges through while
you were in the same room as them, especially with nitrous oxide fumes still
lingering to boost oxygen levels) and then he pulled the big syringe with the
clotting agent and the book that would guide him through the operation.
He then started unwrapping his tools.
He had to move, but he also
had to be damn careful.
-~-
Jim and Nick finally got to a
house with an open back door.
Backup had arrived, and they
were building up around the house.
-~-
Dr Hiller picked up the
scalpel and spread the hair away from the first point on the skull.
He used the scalpel and
shaved a 7mm triangle, and then he cut two sides of the triangle.
He used a pin to weigh the
end of the flap so that it would remain clear as he assembled the 1.5mm bit
into the drill and then he positioned the tip of the bit against the skull.
He turned the crank slowly,
pressing gently against the skull, watching as bone swarf
snaked its way out the bits flutes.
He imagined this would hurt a
lot if the girl was awake.
If this were a proper
operating theatre, he’d have a pneumatic turbine drill that he would prefer for
this, a hand cranked drill created the risk that he would accidentally punch
through the skull into the brain instead of stopping once he entered the
cranium.
He carefully nudged the drill
forwards until he finally felt the end push against nothing.
He was in.
He removed the drill and
picked up the syringe, using a small alligator clip to measure the correct
distance on the needle to penetrate.
He then lined the fine bore
needle up with the hole and slowly slid it into the hole.
He wouldn’t feel it go
through the membrane that lined her cranial cavity, but he felt increasing
resistance as he got more than a few millimetres into her brain proper, this
was the trickiest part of the operation, if he pushed too hard, the brain would
tear and he would cause a cerebral haemorrhage instead of the cerebral vascular
event he was after, so sloooowwwwwwly does it.
The needle slid through the
delicate organ until it was where he needed it to be.
Being careful not to put any
strain on the organ, he slowly pushed the plunger forwards, again being careful
not to cause the brain tissue to tear as the venom extract clotted the blood in
the targeted areas of the girls brain.
He slowly pulled the needle
back as he kept injecting the clotting agent.
He had to move, but he
couldn’t rush this.
He completed is first run.
He took a few seconds to
relax a little before continuing.
-~-
“POLICE! STOP WHAT YOU’RE
DOING AND SHOW ME YOUR HANDS!”
The man slowly raised his
hands and stepped back.
They cops then heard a hiss
and a rattling noise.
“Sorry, I came to retrieve my
snake, it got loose, I’m sorry,” said the man.
The cops surrounded him and
one looked at the writhing snake which was shifting itself between a couple of sofas.
“Can I grab my snake please?”
asked the man.
“Fine,” agreed Jim.
The man turned the bag he was
carrying inside out on his hand and approached the snake, waving his other hand
as he approached.
He had the snaked attention
fixed on the waving hand.
The bag hand then shot out
and grabbed the snake’s head, quickly turning the bag right way out again over
the snake, then quickly moving to bung the rest of the snake in there and
closing the bag around it.
“Excuse me,” called someone
upstairs.
Three of the cops turned
their guns towards the source of the noise.
“Is it safe for me to come
downstairs now?”
“Who are you?” asked Jim.
“Fred Carver, I’m the owner,
what’s going on?”
-~-
He removed the syringe and
moved onto the next site.
He had 9 more locations to
do.
He sowed up the first site
and sealed it with Airfix glue.
-~-
“No surgical tools, no anaesthetics,
just him and his damn snakes!” said Jarrod.
“Go ahead, say it,” said the
agent.
“What?” asked Jarrod.
“Oh, the FBI fucked this one
up good and proper, same old federal bureau of idiots,” said the agent, voice
dripping with sarcasm.
“You really think I’m about
to start throwing blame just because a promising lead failed to deliver?” asked
Jarrod incensed.
“Can we please not do this?”
asked the superintendent.
“Why not?” asked the agent.
“Because this guy could just
as easily be a deliberate decoy than an accidental suspect, we got a couple fo days to hold him, let’s just
find out what we can about him and see if we can rescue something from this,
because somewhere in this country, some girl’s getting her personality erased
as we speak.”
The Agent and the inspector
grudgingly nodded and left the office.
The superintendent then
turned to stare at the map of
-~-
Helen awoke feeling hung
over.
Odd.
She didn’t remember getting
drunk last night.
She got up and headed to the
kitchen.
After drinking down a glass
of water, she headed upstairs.
She found Daria upstairs
looking like she had slept in her clothes looking lost.
“Daria?” asked Helen.
Daria looked to Helen and
said “Hi mommy.”
“You okay there?”
Daria staggered towards Helen
saying “no, my head hurts, why does my head hurt?”
Helen felt alarms going off
inside her, this didn’t look like Daria’s usual brand
of humour.
“Daria … maybe we should get
you to a doctor.”
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Helen didn’t have to be a
neurosurgeon to realise that her daughter’s brain should NOT look like that.
As the table continued to
move her daughter through the scanner, the neurologist slumped in his chair
quietly saying “ohhhhhhh, gohhhhhd.”
“What’s that horrible looking
gunk in her frontal cortex?” asked Helen.
“Clotting …
… and an absence of neurological activity. Too concentrated to be accidental as per a normal
stroke.”
“What does that mean?” asked
Helen, knowing the answer full well was that they had been hit by the
braincutter.
But until the Neurologist
said-
“Someone injected a clotting
agent into the parts of her brain he or she wanted destroyed, and I’m afraid
the damage is irreversible. … your daughter’s now a
zombie.”
…
And there it was.
Last hope eliminated.
Daria was gone, the lights
where home, but …
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There was a knock on the superintendent’s
door.
“Come in.”
The agent entered and said
“We got a call from Lawndale, Connecticut, apparently a Daria Morgendorffer was
stupefied last night. Looks like our guy again.”
“Right.”
The agent eventually said
“I’ll get back to the snake handler now,” and left.
“You do that,” said the
superintendent.
Times like this really
sucked.
If this asshole was a
deliberate decoy, there’d better be proof so they had some GODDAMN FUCKING
LEVERAGE TO MAKE THIS RAT CUNT TELL THEM SOMETHING USEFUL LIKE THE
BRAINCUTTER’S IDENTITY!
He sighed and returned to his
desk to try to get some work done.
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End.