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Vex Town, 1956

The screams were heard down the hall. Blood curdling and agonizing, as the boy fought for his freedom.

"I change my mind! I change my mind! He did it! He did it! Not me!" He shouted, as he threw himself on the floor, forcing the police to drag him by his handcuffs that kept him restrained. Multiple times he had tried to escape them. Each one failed, which would cause bones in his hands and arms to pop violently. The kid was an animal! Nothing seemed to hurt him, not even the metal cuffs rubbing his wrists raw. Though he screamed as if the policemen were murdering him.

"You bastards! Take your hands off of me!" He demanded, lunging himself up to spit in one of the officer's eyes. The blood filled silvia shot up in the man's left eye, causing him to drop the boy and gag. The criminal then took the chance to slip away from the other officer's grasp, and took off running down the hall.

Sadly, for the young man, he didn't get very far before the other cop ran after him, tackling him down by his legs. Some of the staff in the building rushed to the police man's aid, who was now dragging the boy down the hall by his legs. Claw marks could be seen on the floor, along with the crimson red that covered the boy from head to toe. They soon had to pick him up to avoid him from getting any other injuries, and carried him to his room. The boy scratched at the framing of the door, as well as the door itself, trying to hold onto it as if his life depended on it.

It took another male nurse to pry his bloody fingers from the door, and when they did, the staff was now able to hold the boy down against the bed, while another man in white came in with a jacket that had terrifyingly long sleeves. The boy let out a shriek of terror, refusing the restrains of the nurses' hands that tried to hold him down. Until finally, after seeming what felt like forever, he had slowly calmed down.

He let out deep breaths, shaking as he sniffled back tears.

"There we go, see we're not going to hurt you," One of the nurses soothed, motioning the other nurses to bring in the jacket. "No one is going to hurt you. This is for your own good, kiddo. We need to make sure you don't go hurting yourself, or anyone else, okay?"

The boy stood silent, as he was lifted back up. His bloodshot eyes and flushed face holding barely any emotion. All except for fear, as he shivered ever so slightly. Overall, it looked like he wasn't even there anymore. His mind was somewhere else, somewhere dark and cold, no where near close to reality. Instead he looked to the nurse, almost zombie-like, as he nodded slowly. Of course he was faking it.

Partly at least.

He was smart enough to know how to use his manipulative tricks to his advantage. Though, he wasn't in his right mind to be doing so. His tainted mind was skewed, all turned to mush as his head pounded from the constant, loud screaming. Nothing seemed real to him anymore.

In fact, nothing at all seemed to be in its place. It was confusing, hard to focus. Had they drugged him? Or worse, had the man he was running from, set him up? Had they sent these people to capture him? To bring him back to that hell hole of never ending, agonizing screams, or perhaps, punish him for his disobedience towards them? Yes! Perhaps that was just it! The bastard wasn't dead! He was still out there, coming for him. Waiting for his chance to take his revenge on the boy. This was a trap! Oh, was he going to be so mad, the boy was going to get it now! In his head, all he could focus on was the little voices, telling him to run, to attack, to avenge.

"Kid, hey kiddo!" The nurse snapped his fingers in the boy's face. "You still there kid? I'm going to take these cuffs off now, but I need you to be very still, got it?" The man said slowly, making sure the patient understood what he was saying, but all the boy could hear was muffled echoes of the man's voice. He was stared at the nurse blankly, slightly rocking side to side as he stood there quietly with the whispers in his head surrounding him.

"Wouldn't want to uh, ya know, put you down or use any force on you," He continued to say, slower as he unlocked the handcuffs, making sure to keep a hold on the boy's wrists as he took the cuffs off of him. The nurse then carefully motioned another to come closer. The other man carried a straight jacket. He snickered as he watched the seemingly, dumbfounded boy stand there swaying like no one was home.

"Just shut up and grab the kid already, what have you got to lose besides a finger? Besides by the way he looks, it doesn't look like anybody is home," he chuckled. "Isn't that right, sonny? Worthless little bastard," the male nurse muttered.

Nothing seemed to get a response out of the boy, but that word alone was just enough to set him over the edge. Alarm bells went off in his head. The voices seeming to grow louder as each tried to overpower the other.

 "Run! No, stay, it's him! Now's your chance. End him! No! Get him! He's going to kill you! Kill him!" They hissed and screamed at once.

Green eyes flashed over to the nurse with the jacket, eyeing how the man gave him a mocking smile. It wasn't just his smile that made the boy remember his own brother, but the man's face was now visible right before his very eyes.

"Did you not hear me the first time?" The man said. "Get your worthless ass in the jacket, asshole!"

The boy's eyes stung with tears as he began to shake all over again. His blood stained lips raised in a snarl as he suddenly lunged himself at the nurse, who continued to mock him until he was silenced by his own screams of terror and agony.

"Back up! I need back up! Code red! I repeat, code red!" The other nurse shouted down the hall. He then tried prying the boy off of the other man, but stumbled back as he spotted the blood leaking out and soaking the white tiles of the asylum floor. It took about two other nurses to pry the screaming young man off of the twitching half-dead body. The screams of pain were now only gurgles of blood choking the nurse's airways.

Eventually they had pinned the boy down, holding him firmly by his head, and pulled his arms painfully tight behind him. It took a needle and four men all together to finally take the young man down, but the damage was already done. The nurse that had witnessed it all was still in shock at what he had seen. Now looking back at the mess, he felt so helpless.

It was a gruesome sight. The now lifeless body bleeding out on the floor. It's eyes were still wide open. There was a part of the man's neck missing where the boy had bit into it. Never had he seen such a sight, and never did he think someone with such innocent green eyes could do such a thing. But it was clear to see that looks could be deceiving. The crimson on the walls and on the white tiles of the asylum proved it to be true, as well as stained it with something more horrifying of a mark.

Blood.

Blood was everywhere.

                                                                             

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