"WHO SAID YOU COULD COME BACK TO LIFE?!?!?" I was screaming at the top of my lungs now. All the anger I had tried to convince myself wasn't swelling up inside my mind was soon to be released. My vision started to blur, but I couldnt lose myself here-not now. In my desperstion to stay focussed I grabbed a near-by chair and swung with all my might at my undead nemisis.
"Calm down," He said coolly, unphased by my anger. He narrowly dodged the chair. "I'm not here to-"
"GET OUT!!!!!" My voice was split in two. One side was terrified of this death-defying man, the other side hated him after all I had sacrificed to kill him. My second chair swinging attack met its target and knocked him to the floor. I watched in horror as he slowly started to pick himself up. "DIE ALREADY!!!!!!" I smashed the chair over his head again and again. Blood smeared the once pearly white walls. My vision slowly came back into focuss as I felt my heart rate slowly reduce. I couldn't help but smile as I gazed upon his corpse. My cold laughter soon echoed through-out the lonely halls of my private asylum. Who cared if the doctors heard me. What more could they take?
As expected, the pale nurse who was assigned to watch over me(or rather Hear over me) through the hidden microphones in this room rushed into the doorway, and went no further. Her small pale face ,if possible, grew paler as she saw the scene that lay before her. I smiled my sweetest smile at her, aware that I was drenched in blood.
She screamed. She ran. She left the door wide opened. She left her keys in the keyhole. She left the door of my freedom wide open.
Too long I had spent in that asylum. I no longer remembered the color of blood, the cold steel of the trigger of a gun, the feel of magic. I took a step toward the open door. Freedom was so close...
"Don't," His voice shattered my freedom fantasies. His hand firmly grabbed my ankle. "Don't you dare."
I screamed. My fear outshone my anger momentarilly. For a brief second all was lost. For a moment, it took over. I faught to recontain it, half knowing if it would go back, half caring if it did.
But of course, I came to just in time to hear him speak.
"I'm hear to rescue you," All was still. I didn't dare breath. He mistook my silence for acceptance that he was helping me. His grip loosened on my ankle. I considered making a break for the door, but an idea struck me. If I were to get caught, it might help to have someone around to blame. This ex-dead hero wasn't the best person to blame though, or maybe he was perfect. But then again, no one ever believes a villan. Especially one who's been locked in an asylum for 6 years.
I dared to look over my shoulder and saw a gruesome sight not for the weak hearted.
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