Mental Escape. [Inactive]

Allison Mustang

Allison Mustang

The Little Flame Alchemist
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Mental Escape. - Your only chance is each other.

From a very young age all you remember is the white walls of the Lunar Asylum. A mental hospital where nobody knows what happens, except for those kids inside its walls. You've finally had enough and decided that you and the other peers need to escape. The only problem is its in the middle the forest of England. How are you going to get out? That's for you to decide.
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I woke up to a bright light. ~Great, another evaluation, they'll get sick of it soon.~ I sighed, sitting up expecting to get pushed down but not. I stood up and looked to the un-empty bed next too me. It was strange really, nobody was assigned to my room so it was another hallucination. A small boy was sitting there, then he turned around and his face was a mess, blood and bone. I almost lost last nights 'Dinner' so to speak. The boy kept yelling 'Run! It's not safe here!' I flopped on my bed and mumbled. "No really? Thanks captian."
 
Cain sat crossed-leg on his bed, surrounded by the bright light that emanates from his room. He reenacts the swift swiping motion that he used years before to kill the doctor, still not sure if he found it an haunting memory or an enjoyable one. He reaches for a book on the floor, expecting white coat men to come in for an evaluation. They're normally quite organized with these evaluation that if you paid attention, you can tell when the next one would come. He patiently reads a book about a man trying to escape a corrupt confinement.

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Savannah sat up on her bed elegantly, tracing the scars she had made upon herself over the past few years. She gently touched the choker on her neck before grunting, looking at the finger nails that the doctors had clipped so bar down it showed some skin under her nail. She huffed and leaned her head back, shutting her eyes as food remains were scattered on her floor. Her beautiful blonde hair scattered down her back as she picked at scabs on her, clicking her tongue a few times as she heard doctors and screams..
 
Lilith woke up with an extreme case of bed head. She actually slept for more than three hours, meaning it was a good day. Soon after she woke up, though, she started to feel like danger was around her. Like she was going to be eaten alive. The lights in her room buzzed making her hyperventilate. She quickly pulled her headphones on and blasted the music. Lilith hugged her knees to her chest and shut her eyes, focusing on the sound of the music.
 
Arabella~


The small girl woke up screaming, she had dreamed of her baby brother again. Sitting up, Ara shook off the unsettling, unnerving feeling. Each time she dreamed of her family, they would always whisper, "You're different. There's something wrong with you. Get away from us," accompanied with stares filled with pity.


"No. No, there's nothing wrong with me. YOU HEAR ME? NOTHING WRONG WITH ME AT ALL!" Staring at the wall, she started out as a whimper gradually grew in power until it became a hysterical scream resounding down the clean, tiled, hospital floors. This place had been Ara's home for the past eleven years. Her favorite nurse, Aki, came in through the door, plump and pleasant, she carried a tray of breakfast, pancakes with a drizzling of honey along with a glass of warm milk and scrambled egg cooked to golden perfection, it was all of Ara's comfort foods, yet today she showed no interest, as she hysterically collapsed, knocking all of the food down with a satisfying clang as the steel tray hit the floor. Forgetting those around her, she began hallucinating, attack the poor nurse, clawing and scratching at both the wall and terrified nurse.


"Calm down, it's alright. I'm Aki, remember? Nothing's wrong with you, of course not. You're just out sweet Ara." The sweet nurse tried in vain to comfort Ara, stroking the girl's long black hair and whispering soothingly into Ara's small ear trying to stop the horrible wail coming from the delicate fragile girl.
 
After a few more minutes of nonsense mumbling, I got up and balled my fist. "Stupid Doctors." I threw the metal tray at the wall. This wasn't even cool. My doctor came running in.


"Jayson what's wrong?" I ignored him and kept talking to myself. I paced jumping on my bed. I jumped down and started writing calculations on the steel wall.


~Possibility of escape? Slim... What are we to do?~ I thought about who would want to escape more, but of course we all wanted to get away from here. ~Maybe at lunch and then at free time I'll gather a group.~ 
After a few more minutes of nonsense mumbling, I got up and balled my fist. "Stupid Doctors." I threw the metal tray at the wall. This wasn't even cool. My doctor came running in.


"Jayson what's wrong?" I ignored him and kept talking to myself. I paced jumping on my bed. I jumped down and started writing calculations on the steel wall.


~Possibility of escape? Slim... What are we to do?~ I thought about who would want to escape more, but of course we all wanted to get away from here. ~Maybe at lunch and then at free time I'll gather a group.~
 
Savannah scoffed and punched a wall, a loud thud vibrating through. She hated this place, she hated the voices, and she hated the doctors. The screams that kept her up at night, the screams that SHE didn't make.. A doctor came in and scoffed at her, but in all winked at her and tossed some crummy food to her for her to eat. She crossed her arms over her chest and began to eat the stale biscuit, staring at the undercooked eggs and still slightly frozen sasuages. She kind of expected this, after all she didn't treat the doctors very well after they tried to make moves on her. She just wanted out of this place as much as anyone else.
 
Meredith cringed. There were screams, screams again. She watched as her mother bled, bled again, bled when she'd pulled her from the bathtub. The bright light came on. I want out. I hate, I hate this. The lights and the doctors and the screams. She bit her lip as a nurse came in. The nurse wasn't intimidating, he never did anything but came in and left her food. The nurse put down her food, and the doctor came in, even before the nurse left. That's new.


"Meredith." The doctor said her name, and she flashed back into the past, to the hospital that had taken in her mother. Meredith, your mother is dead. She winced. "Meredith." He said it again, and she knew he was watching her reaction. He'd always done that, poked at things that he knew hurt, that he knew scared her. The nurse left. The doctor said her name again, again and again, and she began to click in time with his words, if only to block him out. He wrote something down, and this time she took something out of his pocket. A kitchen knife?


Meredith gasped, flinching backwards. He had the knife. Her mother's knife. She let out a shaky breath and looked doen at her wrists. They were bleeding, gushing blood. Her eyes widened. "Meredith, do you know what this is?" The doctor asked. She looked up again, eyes still wide, and she stood, flying at the doctor in a blur. He pushed her to the ground. She didn't move, she didn't dare move, as he swore at her. He kicked her in the ribs, and she bit him. He swore again, dropping the knife and leaving the room. Meredith stared at the blade. What do I do now? I just want out! She crawled back onto her bed, the uncomfortable bed that was harder than the floor. She whimpered, watching a spider - real or imaginary, neither would suprise her - crawl toward her on the wall. She jumped away. I hate spiders. Looking away from the spider, she picked up her plate. There wasn't much food there, but she knew that she wouldn't eat more even if they'd gave it to her. She slowly picked up the toast they'd given her - toast with only jam. The jam dripped onto the plate, and she dropped it like a hot stone. Blood. She turned away from the food, going to sit down next to the door.
 
"Attention all Lunar Asylum members it is now free time, you have 3 hours to do as you please except leave. Have a nice day!" The intercom sounded as the clang of metal doors sounded. I poked my head out of the door, ~Fudge it's never going to be easy is it?~ I walked out to the balcony and leaned against it. "I need people to join me." I scouted out a few possible choices, """They should do now just to get ahold of them without giving myself away.."
 
Meredith poked her head out of the door, slipping out.


Where to find a notepad? She thought. She went down the hall, into one of the small offices, and grabbed one of the notepads and a few pens. She went out to the courtyard, finding a small crevice in the wall near the back of the fence, she sat. A boy - she didn't know his name, she didn't know anybody's name - was standing on the balcony. She looked up at him before scrawling on her notepad. She felt a hand on the back of her neck, and she turned around. There was nothing there. She turned back, looking at the boy on the balcony. There were others in the courtyard, too, but nobody talked to her, and she didn't want to talk to anybody else. She started to click, writing about the last twenty-four hours. She knew they'd take the notepad away, eventually, that they'd probably burn it, but she didn't care. It's mine. It's mine for now, at least.
 
"Good job Cain, you behaved yourself very wel-" The doctor was interrupted by the sudden crack across his jaw. Cain glared at him agitatedly, "I don't need to hear your superficial words." The man was in shocked, Cain's sudden change in his mood was expected but it was still so abrupt. The man quickly scurried his stuff,'That will be it then." Cain followed him out the room, the doctor was obviously feeling distressed right now, his jaw still stinging. The doctor nervously glanced back to see Cain had already left, sighing with relief.


A shadow cast over where Meredith was sitting. "What are you writing?" Cain stared down at her, holding his book by his side. She was in his spot.
 
Lilith walked out of her room and turned off the music. She was glad to be out of the closed space. As she walked she noticed others coming out as well. Most of which were even more unstable than she was so she avoided contact with them.


As she walked more she made it to her favorite corner and sat down, people watching and studying. It was interesting to see the extreme crazies walk into walls over and over again.
 
The girl was scribbling on a notepad. ~She lookes like a good choice, that's one.~ I smiled, putting my hands on the railing and pulling myself up onto it. I was perfectly balanced. The wind blew my hair into my face. The spirit boy came back. "Not you again..." I grumbled. "You know your pretty annoying for a spirit." I jumped down from my perch and looked over to the the girl, a boy had come beside her.
 
Meredith looked up at the boy. She gulped, nervous.


"I... I'm writing about... my mum. And the doctors, and things. I write poetry sometimes. I just... write." The boy made her nervous, for some reason. Maybe just the enviroment, or maybe it was something else. Nobody ever comes to me unless they want something. She flinched suddenly, feeling the hand again, she looked again. There still wasn't a hand. She looked back up at the boy. "Why do you want to know?"
 
"Writing is great." He answered indifferently. Cain had already sat down from where he stood, reading his book as he leaves her to her own business. He flips through the pages with his fingers, only reading the parts that he liked the most, having read the book multiple times already. He liked this place, it was always bright here early in the day as long a clouds weren't ahead.


"Oh right, what's your name?" he asked her out of the blue, placing his book down as he waits for her response.
 
Savannah launched herself out, moving elegantly down the hall and passed people, smiling wickedly at doctors, that seemed to cringe at her smile, seeming rather scared at her precense, and her new freedom. She went to the open area where everyone usually met up. She was one of the first ones there as she smiled, twirling happily. She loved being out of that cramped area. Freedom~! If only I could see the outdoors again.. She thought sadly as she looked through the barred windows, it's been ages since she'd seen fresh, innocent blood, and it's slightly something she craved, especially seeing criminals suffer as well, that also added to her desire.. One day perhaps.

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Meredith looked at him. He was making her very nervous, but she wasn't going to say anything.


"I'm... I'm Meredith. Meredith Caine. And you?" She fought to keep her tone level, but she was nervous. What does he want? She felt bad for thinking that way, but nobody had wanted to talk to her in so long. She scrawled some more in her notepad.
 
"Ya know ghost boy. your on my nerves." I turned and punched a tree shaking it. "And your not there..........." I looked to the sky. ~Ughhhhhh I'm so stupid.~ I sat by the tree I had shaken. ~Just sit and wait for the right timing.~ The song my mother sang me rang through my head. I shook it off as the ground started burning around me. I jumped to my feet, ~This cant be it was sunny a minute ago!~ Fear rang through my mind. The clouds turned grey, the rain poured, my vision blurred. The rain fell onto my shoulders, But it was red, red like the blood in my veins. I freaked trying to get out of the blood rain. I fell to my knees and broke down into tears.
 
Savannah gasped as the voices came into her head, We could leave, run away, leave all this.. Kill kill kill.. She held her head and collided with the floor, her vision becoming blurry as she saw small shots of light, all coming and whispering to her. She shook her head and tried extremely hard to block it out. She tried to look normal, but what's normal about a girl sitting on the floor holding her head? She couldn't think, all different voices and lights shooting and talking to her. She took a deep breath and grabbed a plastic knife, carving into the wall, writing: LEAVE.

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"Well that's really funny becaus-" Cain stopped short as he watched the approaching clouds, leaving in a hurry. He left as if she wasn't there, no words, no gestures. Everything abrupt. He went back inside when there was still light, but he hated the place. He didn't want to be here any longer, unawarely slamming his fist into one of the kids that happened to walk by. A few men tackled him him onto the ground before he realized what he had done. He stared at his blood-stained fist and then the poor, crying kid limply sprawling on the floor.
 
Meredith looked up at the clouds, not coming inside, allowing the rain to fall over her. She wasn't shocked that the boy had walked away. We all have problems here. She hugged the notebook to her chest. Nothing's going to wreck this if I can help it. She clutched it to her chest, crying, thinking of her mother and her foster folks, the ones that never visited her. She looked at her wrists. They were... bleeding...? Again. She bit her lip right through before heading inside. She was dripping wet. She saw the boy she'd been talking to, pinned down, and she saw the other boy on the floor. She went to try to help the boy up, but one of the guards pushed her away.


"Go along, Meredith. There's nothing to see here." Meredith looked at the man.


"But my room's this wa-" He pushed her again.


"Go to the cafeteria." Meredith didn't want to, but she turned around, walking into the cafeteria... The cafeteria that was never used.
 
"Jayson!" His doctor yelled, "Can you hear me? Are you okay?" He hissed at the man to back away. He didn't listen. The girl that had seen them, himself and the boy that was tackled to the ground, was forced to go to the cafeteria. No one went there. ever. He stumbled to his feet, and headed to the girl. "Hey girl! wait up!" He would have said something nicer like her name, But he didn't know it.
 
Meredith turned around. This is just too weird. Two patients speaking to me in a day? She bit her lip, studying the boy before stopping.


"My name is... Meredith Caine." She said quietly. "And you are...?" She waited patiently for an answer, not really expecting one. She didn't want to talk, but she couldn't go back to her room. She wasn't allowed. I wonder what's going on... She felt the hand on the back of her neck again, and again she jumped, but this time she didn't turn around.
 
Cain isolated himself, feeling depressed about what just happened. He sat hugging his knees, the blood had been cleaned off his hands, but it was stained in his memory. He started crying quietly to himself as memory of his mother's scared face and the doctor who choked on his blood came suddenly rushing back to him. He kept staring at the wall as the tears trickle down his face, trying to muffle down his panting and wiping his dripping nose with his sleeve.
 
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