I Need More

Prologue

What is there to do. This-thirst- it can't be quenched. That soft liquid that runs through his fingers, don't have any meaning other than pure entertainment. A soft giggle proved that there is no reason to try to stop this pleasure.

The walls have already caved in on him. There is no help that can stop the desperate need for blood. He wanted to swim, drown in the warmth of the thick red blood, but the price was one he would easily pay. His sanity. The Finn would begin to believe that the blood would end others lives short, but make his longer.

The corridors of his mind only got darker, and the darkness terrified him. Why should he stand, should live with the terror of the dark. When bright blood could make his eyes strain to see more in that dark world of his. But he was ripped of that ability.

It started one night, two corpses already lay in front of him, his fingers sifting through the soft tissue of the large intestine fine in his fingers. He poked at it, before crushing it in his fingers and hearing a loud squish. The grotesque sounds attracted a male, no one knew, into the portable where he hid the bodies.

His eyes widened, as Tino saw moonlight peek through the door. His back was faced to the man, but he turned slowly. The hesitant, shaky movements of the Finnish man only made his sneer terrifying. The unknown figure stepped back, but Tino couldn't hold his urges back. He wanted more.

Nothing would stop his craving sensation for the warmth of the blood. He proceeded to slash his blade into the mans torso, hearing an agonizing scream ring in the once-silent atmosphere. "Don't yell, it's not nice to not consider my poor little eardrums. Yelling isn't fun. I want to hear you scream."

Tino twisted the knife in the flesh, opening a large wound. His satisfaction came to a halt, hearing a foot barge into the door. "See what you did. You got someone else." Tino turned to the man who opened the door, but was surprised to see officers at his door.

He swiftly tried making his way to the officers and stabbing them, but a hand grabbed his wrist and twisted it, hearing his agonizing screams. But screams soon turned to cackles. "You know you want to, join me in the fun!!! YOU CAN'T DENY IT!" I
His frail body was pinned to the wall instantaneously. His face made contact with the wallpaper as cuffs wrapped around his wrists. His eyes darted to the corner of the room, were a shadowy figure lay. It's long arms, obviously inhuman claws, reached for Tino, his eyes immediately replaced by fear. He squirmed and jerked, feeling his back being pushed by the gruff policeman.

His overly feminine body was shoved into the back of the car, soon being driven to a police station.

Or at least what he thought it was at first glance.

Getting closer to the building, his eyesight revealed that it was a psychiatric ward.

The blinding lights bore into the back of his brain

He didn't think he was insane. His head cocked backwards, a grin on his features. "I'm not insane!! I just like to be warm!! That's all!"

Everyone ignored him, and the shadow appeared again. This time, it would follow him. He felt sweat trickle down his neck as they approached the front counter. He wouldn't stop, he could not, in fear the shadow would catch him. The police stopped at the counter, but his feet did not follow. He ripped out of the gruff mans' grasp, bolting down the hall. He couldn't see the shadow follow behind him, but as soon as he turned forward, he came face to face with the beast. His feet came to a halt, and soon began backing away. Doctors stared at him, before bolting into action. They pounced onto him, pinning him down much to his displeasure. His cries were aimed to the patients that the doctors had abondonded. "Don't let them do this! I'm NOT INSANE!"

He was on the first floor however, these people weren't exactly 'insane.' They had minor hallucinations, but nothing close to what Tino had. The sight of one like him, that belonged on the sixth floor, terrified them.

He was instantly restrained in a straight jacket, a dim lit room, and no color whatsoever. His eyes gazed, the wide, horrified glare still permanently glued to his expression. His hair blocked any view from his face, but the psychiatrists already knew his lips were in a lopsided grin. Giggles became cackles, but before his situation could get any worse, he was drugged, soon leaving him limp in a chair.

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Welcome! If you haven't read any of my books, other than this one, than you are amazing because all my other books SUCK.

This fanfiction is inspired by Acis Psychiatric Hospital, a fanfiction you should support!! She may have discontinued it, but we may be able to regain her hopes for such an amazing fanfic! Thanks @keephavingfaith316 for an amazing story.

The psychiatric layout is mostly because of Axis Psychiatric Hospital, but the hallucinations and stuff are from personal experiences.

Yeah, yeah...: "She's just saying tht for attention!!" But I'm not kidding-

enough.

have fun with this story~!
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