Angel of Lies

Chapter 1 - Lose Your Honor

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We can go to my house if you wanna
Hang out in my bedroom, lose your honor
Even if they find us, we're apathetic
And they can't take that away
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Happy Pills - Weather

November 2019

ANGEL PEAK MENTAL INSITUTION

The walls shook when she arrived in the late evening. An evening when evidence of the harsh winter to come was rolling through the dense forest.

Fresh snow lay along the ground, mercifully concealing the evidence of pain that buried itself deep within the concrete steps. Others who came before her were not so lucky, their eyes given an unfiltered view of the horrors that hid in plain sight.

The writhing girl fought desperately against the Guards who held her with an iron grip. However, with no more strength than a rag doll left in her limp body the girl's efforts remained futile against the walls of muscle that contained her.

Curious eyes followed them as they hauled her inside the thick iron doors that happily swallowed another victim. Those who were fortunate and still clung desperately to some semblance of sanity lowered their heads in mourning while they witnessed another lost soul being brought to the mouth of the beast.

A place where no one except those in the body bags ever leave, because even if by some miracle you made it out of the fortress they call a prison, and then past the high walls that encase it, the snow-covered mountains and never-ending forest would do the job the Guards couldn't. You'd be dead within days, during sunlight hours its bad enough but at night it becomes a deadly wasteland where the weather is just as likely to kill you as feral animals hunting their new prey.

While a new inmate was a moderately rare, they usually came quietly already sporting haunted eyes that showed their detachment from reality. When they cried it was silent tears paired with noiseless sobs that ran rivers down their face, screams were soundless as they had already accepted their fate.

In fact, the last inmate who had acted this feral upon entry was over four years ago, in actuality he had ended up killing and maiming more than fifteen Guards and workers before he was sedated and isolated. The only time the others see him now is during mealtime and occasionally group therapy.

The young girl's navy hair whipped around her face while she screamed and yelled. With each noise the Guards steadily tightened their grip on her, resulting in her crying out louder.

Overhead lights on high ceilings grew brighter with each meter she was dragged. Pristine white corridors blinded the girl who for the past few weeks had grown accustomed to the pitch black of the woods, forced into an unforgiving and cruel environment she seemed to have jumped from the frying pan straight into the burning flame.

Other patients who were locked in their cells pressed their ears to their iron doors in wistful hope to get any information about the mysterious newcomer who entered screaming bloody murder.

In Angel Peak currency was information, people dealt in secrets and blackmail was the norm. Even the workers and Guards weren't exempt from this plague.

Unfortunately for their hungry ears the girl's words were no more than an incoherent babble of letters strung together in mismatched sentences. Every interval when her chest heaved with the effort of taking in needed breaths, the girl would moan in pain before a choked wail escaped her throat only to be greedily swallowed up by the stone walls that revelled and fed off her misery.