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Covertness is a true form of art. It is an art form that is shielded by a scarce taciturny. A buzzing stillness. A defeaning stillness. It swallows; It kills.

Harry has done his studying, he's been taught by the best. Caspian and Millicent Baker were the star couple for about a year. They drowned in fame after they kidnapped and murdered thirty children in two months. You see, Mrs. Baker had issues with conceiving. It was sad, especially when anxiety took over. She became depressed and on one unfortunate, quiet night, a small area in her brain spazzed and she woke up, her eyes ablaze with a lethal tint.

Caspian was terrified and stressed and miraculously, he ended up with a seizure that deterred his entire mentality and bodily functions. Of course his brain was the main target. A spell was cast upon them both. A spell doused in rage and madness. Harry understood wholeheartedly that along with this madness, there was desperation. They were interlaced in a sadness that slices your throat and watches the blood seep as you slowly perish. Of course, the standing band of demented demons and shattered angels understand; They understand in chains.

First they started with one child. Then another. They became addicted, they never wanted anything more. The killings didn't take place until they had gone up to five children. One of these children, Olivia, was a fighter. She was very troublesome for the couple and pretty soon Caspian's rage took a toll on him and he stabbed her forty times. Soon after, suspicion was raised and they needed to flee quick. They poisoned the rest of the children and buried their bodies before heading to North Carolina. They did their best to cover their tracks from there on out. They were infamously articulate and smart. They just about fooled everyone. Just about.

They were generous, courteous when they shown up at the ward. Most thought that they were new staff, no one knew. They were met by astounding personalities and souls that shone bright. Many perceived them as fresh out of Hollywood. It is true that they were attractive. Caspian had a stocky build and he was tall. His skin was velvety. A tanned velvet. His rusty blonde hair was always kept neatly gelled. He held fire and spoke of flame.

Millicent was a petite young woman. She seemed fragile and frill, but nonetheless gorgeous. She always kept her dark brown hair short and curled. Her hazel eyes were to die for and Harry longed to have his hands on her: to study her meticulously. Though, things like that were unheard of given that she had a spouse and the thought of a dishonorable reputation anguished Harry. Instead he took his time to grasp a fair amount of information on the killings.

The details were gruesome, but it allowed Harry to piece them together to ultimately create an escape plan for the future. After proving their absurdity violently for the last month, they had gotten worse and they were both forced to travel to a different, more remote location. They left in the dead of night and Harry was torn. He dwelled over the fact that he never said goodbye. He would often wonder where they went and a couple years later, Jackie said that they transferred to San Servolo Institute which resides in Italy. They only lasted a week, though before they got a hold of a guards gun one night, killed around twenty four patients including two guards and eventually pulled the trigger on themselves.

Harry decided that he needed to act fast if he was going to pull this off without causing a lick of suspicion. The office called to him still. As he roamed throughout the store, leaving little else to look at, his foot landed on something small and hard. He looked down to see a small metal nail, glistening under the dim lights. He immediately picked it up and studied it. As he weaved it throughout his rough fingers, a memory sparked and clouded his vision.

There were many escapees that had served their time, though none of them compared to Coen Howell. Harry grew to love him. He was a special little guy and Harry thought of him as his little brother. He was only ten years old, but he had a strong grasp on escaping. He escaped his cell more than four times a day, but he escaped for minor reasons. He usually escaped to sneak into the pantry and grab a snack (patients always received low amounts of food) or to go read in the library. It confused everybody who didn't know him, but Harry understood that he suffered from anxiety. When patients would ask him why he never tried to escape the asylum or asked if he could get them out, he would simply look up at them with virtuous eyes and say, "I's pretty timid. I reckon you look somewhere else."

In regards to his pleas, nobody would let up. He decided, overtime, to introduce them to ways to escape. That's how Harry found out. They were quite amazing tactics coming from someone so young. He's sure to have got it from all the books hes read but no one can be sure. Harry quickly knows of the tactic he could use. He immediately calls upon the demons. "Go 'round the back and see if there is another entrance to the office from outside, will ya?" They nod and head out of the store. Harry maneuvers throughout the remaining isles and on the last isle, the demons return. Harry turns to them and they give a simple nod. He smirks. "Here, you'll need these,"  They said, placing gloves in his hand. He wonders where they had gotten them, but there's no time for questioning.

Harry pretends to look at a watch on his arm and heads out of the store with a nod towards the store clerk. The night is still dark with a pungent coldness. He thinks as he walks slowly away from the store. He decides that he will wait in the shadows until they lock up the store. He steps back into the forest and leans against a dead tree. He still plays with the nail, his plan relaying in his mind. Hours go by until the firm lights that once lit his green eyes electrically have now slowly dimmed, casting a twisted duskiness within the green. He watches the staff's every move as they lock up, get into their cars, and drive off.

The night turned macabre and full of opportunity. Harry stays hidden for about thirty minutes more, just to make sure no one was around until finally, he swiftly makes his way around the building to see a single door. The moonlight paints shadows from the trees on the building. It is a gorgeously frightful sight. He reaches the door and asks the demons to alarm him if anyone is to come around. He takes a breath as he slides on the gloves. With a quick look at the nail then at the lock on the door, he attempts to jam the nail into the lock. He sighs when it won't go in.

He studies the lock for a second before deciding that he needs to flatten the nail. Rocks reside on the ground everywhere, so Harry grabs two decent sized rocks. He sits and places one on the ground. He then rests the small nail on top of it, then begins to pound on it with the other. It flattens quickly and then Harry proceeds to bend it so it makes it easier.

He immediately returns to the lock and the nail slides in easily. Harry lets out a breathe that was trapped in his throat. He gets it caught in a small groove and pushes it to the side multiple times. He takes it out and re-inserts it, except this time he pushes down on a loose piece that hides in the lock. Minutes go by until Harry pushes the lock. It refuses to unlock and he growls lowly. He moves the nail and starts to furiously push down on the small groove again.

Finally, the lock opens. Harry sighs heavily and chuckles with a smirk. He looks around as he slides the lock off the door. He opens the door slowly and looks into the darkness. As he slips the lock into his pocket, he steps into the darkness. He fumbles around the room until his eyes fully adjust to the simmering darkness, an action his body is acclimatized to.

The safe was not hidden, but rather in plane sight under the dark wooden table. Harry smirks and makes his way over to the desk. He kneels and studies the safe. A keyhole appears in plain view and Harry immediately begins the same method. He gets closer and closer to unlocking it until the demons run into the office with alarm. Harry looks up at them in confusion and a hidden panic sizzles within him slowly. "What is it?" Harry demands. They look frenetic.

"A car just pulled up...It's the owner."
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A/n
Hey guys i'm back! I'm so sorry for not updating in a while! Anyway, here's chapter 6;)

-Isabelle<3

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