Dr. Black

This is a fragment of a story that my insane imagination invented. I hope it’ll be good for you.

Chapter One.

A common man.

Frederick Black a 32-year-old with a doctorate in psychiatry, psychoanalyst by profession and considered one of the brightest minds of his time. North walk down the street like every Monday, with an unfeeling face, with his sinister gaze that caused fear in some people, with his black suit and a bag full of food, the need to prepare a dinner just for him.

If you watch him walk, just tired and would see a simple man of the city without even thinking that ordinary within that human being was hiding a dark secret.
On reaching his house, located in the thirteenth floor of the central tower, the doctor looked at his perfectly ordered abode which, and kept an unimaginable strict cleaning order.

As every afternoon, Dr. Black tired of hearing complaints from people about their mothers. Mothers thoughtless, cruel mothers, mothers died still alive in the minds of their children, mothers living to which their children wanted to kill. In particular Mr. Roger Sides who showed terrible murderer impulses of hatred toward a woman manipulative, hypocritical and seemed determined to stop the independence of his little child of 47 years.

The doctor listened in silence pests that talked about the woman who had brought into the world, only occasionally adding a short sarcastic and sometimes cruel gossip, stop avoiding the anger that flowed in his words.

When the clock strikes six in the afternoon, Dr. Black looked out the last patient that day. Without further delay, take his coat, his keys and a small wallet on the table, which contained a ticket to go hear Mr. Sides playing in a conservatory used to frequent the Dr., who was fervent lover music.

Mr. Sides was a mediocre musician who played bass since he was 15 and had never learned to do well, however, was a lucky man too. He had managed to play for the first time in a major orchestra, and if he like, would do so in poor quality bars for people who did not distinguish one note of music tune vulgar, thought. Besides, playing the bass was the only thing that had not failed ... yet.

By the doctor, sat in his favorite place, it was the best acoustics also had central dome was about to let each chord is heard as clearly as if he were in front of the instruments.

When the music starts, not long for Dr. Black will notice a little discrepancy Annoying music. It was a sound that ruined the perfect order of each note. The doctor who was so wise could not allow that something was amiss, and when something was, he felt an uncontrollable urge to again accommodate.

After the first half of the spectacle, any change to the doctor. The order of things returning to normal only one thing was missing, a musician on the third row, center of the strings and who ruined the act ... Mr. Sides.