After they met, Cristina and Luke hung out together whenever they could.
She taught him how to unleash the insanity.
She was sitting in her cell drawing roses on her second wall, it two was almost complete. She looked at the guard, Calum, playing with his keys. "Calum?" She said from her spot on the floor.
"Yes, Cristina?" He stood and went to her cell. He was whipped by her, and she gave him nothing. Nothing. But he still did everything she asked.
"Do you think you could bring my friend in here?" She fluttered her eyelashes, those irristable orbs met his. He nodded. "His name is Luke Hemmings, he's in ward 3 and I need to help him. I need it." She stared him down. "Please, Calum." He nodded before walking down the hall. She smiled to herself.
Idiot.
After a few minutes, he returned with Luke at his side. "Hi, Cristina." Luke bit his lip and looked at the pale girl. She ushered him and he sat on the floor next to her. "What did you need?"
"We need to get out of here." She whispered. He nodded. "We aren't as insane as everyone thinks we are. They are calling us names, you know? They put labels on us, to try an make sense of the things we are capable of. Because we are capable of more things then them."
"We need a plan to escape." She nodded. He shrugged his shoulders. "You are good at deception ond killing people, I like setting fires. We could use that."
"Alright."
And just like that, the two most insane people came up with a plan to escape an asylum.
One that would call for fire, lies, pain and sacrifice. This is a plan that would be hard to pull off.
Unless you were absolutely insane.
