I Need More

First Introductions

Trigger warnings..... mentions of serious injury, and even possible
suicide under the circumstances along with death.

His head raised towards the lights, blinded instantly by the glare that radiated off of them. He was dead, and he was sure of it.

But the memories returned in a wave that could've easily drowned him even further into the pits of insanity. A camera was locked onto his shaking form, recording this slouched mans every movement. His shoulders began shaking with each cackle he let off into the stiff atmosphere.
A voice interrupted his hysterics, revealing a psychiatrist's presence.

The mere image of the man terrified him, causing his body to shake violently, as he was hearing the mans deep voice echo in whispers. His imagination turned the mans cold glare to an amused and mocking expression, constantly laughing at him.

A shaky breath filled the silence that the man had created. "Stop laughing at me. I... s-said... stop."

The man only glared at him. "Snap out of it, no one's laughing. You need to listen to what I'm saying, or you won't ever leave this pla-"

"You'll kill me ANYWAY!"

Tino doubled over in his seat, looking at the cold hard ground. If he wasn't tied up, he would be smashing his face against that floor, trying to bust his head open and kill himself.

But those restraints kept his head sunk to the ground, wishing so desperately to leave his little cage. "Is this what you do for a living?" He growled, his voice shaking no matter how hard he tried to control it. "You put animals in a cage? I'm not an animal sir!! Just let me go!! I h-have...," he stopped himself, being interrupted once again by the others menacingly deep voice.

"You have nothing to go back to. You already killed your husband, Ivan," he responded, reading through the sheets of paper he had in hand, "you've scared your only adopted son, Peter into running away. You didnt take care of your dog, so she too ran away, along with basically every living soul who knew of your existence. You have nothing, and I mean it. Nothing. "

The man stood up, revealing his actual height and towering over the Finn. "May I ask you nicely to calm down, or will I force you?"

The mans lecture was soon interrupted by a loud crash that emitted from one particular character crashing into the room unexpected. "Waldo!! Stop it, this man is scared enough of your face!!" A blonde, almost as tall as the so called 'Waldo', smiled and walked up to the psychiatrist. His hair made him seem as tall as the other, but the Swedish man was a good three inches taller.

Tino wasn't taking this well. Loud noise reminded him of gunshots filling the air. The time he was almost killed while having some pastime to carry out his 'hobby.'

"Berwald! C'mon! Be nice! You should totally scre-"

"Get out."

Matthias leans into the others ear, whispering to the taller man and having to get on his tippy toes to do so in the first place. "Just saying, you should tap tha-"

"OUT."

Tino couldn't hear their conversation, he was too busy trying to set his thoughts straight. How would he escape this hell, obviously they didn't want him to leave. Nonetheless, he would try. "Just let me go.... I want to leave... maybe start a new family, anything away from here. I swear I'm not crazy!!"

Matthias' smile disappeared, replaced with a serious look. "Sir," he glanced at Berwald's report in his hands and continued speaking. "Tino, if you didn't kill all those.... what was it? Thirty people? If you didnt spill their guts, we may have not had to put you in here."

Tino only cocked his head downwards, letting the eerie smile appear on his face once again. "I was doing those people and myself a favor. The world is going to end... I was just showing them that the reason for it's end is humanity itself... I was just showing them that it's survival of the fittest!" Matthias stepped out of the room. He couldn't deal with this man, and it wasn't his patient in the first place. .

Berwald knew exactly what was wrong with the Danish man, but he threw that to the side. "You need to calm down. So many people are on this earth, you think you can spread the message through billions of people with killings?"

Tino shook his head, but smirked. "No, but I can show the ignorance of people with each and every ounce of blood on my name."

Matthias' POV

This idiot, Matthias thought. I need my medication. I can't do that again.

The Danes body collapsed right outside the door, covering his face with one hand. The graphic images of blood ran vividly through his subconscious desires, soon peeking it's way into his head.

'I need my medication.'

His entire body shook with his head leaning against the wall. The blood felt as if it were soothing his hands once more.

'I need my medication.'

A grin came upon his lips, only curling into a look that hadn't been on his face in ages. A nurse walked by, her voice snapping the man out of his thoughts.

"Sir! Are you okay?"

Matthias stood straight up, letting the smile fall off his face.

"I'm fine ma'am. I just need... my medication."

Well.... I guess it's the end of that.... Well, hope you guys enjoyed, and have a great Easter.

~Unknown~