Sweetly Insane

Chapter Four: Asile de Fous (Insane Asylum)

Author's  Note:
I caved. I gave in.,. This fanfic will become part of the Resident Evil 8 Gameverse... but different. I won't give too much away but let's just say that not everyone survives Ethan Winters...

This story will continue as is, nothing will change in the previous chapters.

I hope you enjoy the story!

Much Love
Artemiss 🖤🖤🖤
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🎶Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees and begged you
Not to leave because I'd go berserk?
WELL
You left me anyhow and
Then the days got worse and worse
And now you see I've gone completely
Out of my mind🎶

Alexa was singing on the top of her lungs as she ran through the streets of Paris in the early hours of the morning. She wasn't sure if the sleeping residents could hear her, but she also didn't care. Right behind her was two police officers, sprinting after her. The male officer was surprised that a woman of her age could run like that, even jumping over obstacles in her way. They suddenly became aware of the woman that appeared from somewhere, after a few years they became familiar with the crazy red and gray haired woman in this particular part of France. Some found her charming, how she did good deeds, but in the worst ways possible, it was borderline hilarious. The first incident that brought her to the attention of the local police officers  was when she set fire to bulldozers that was about to demolish a small area of natural land to build apartments.

But something was different with her tonight, the officers realized, she wasn't running away as fast as she used to. And even though she was smiling and laughing, they did notice the heartache in her eyes. The truth was, Alexa was tired. She isn't as young as she used to be, and she was feeling it deep in her bones. Nearing the age of what she guessed would be at least 50, she was still, to her utter dismay, completely lonely. Night after night she'd have nightmares, ones she never understood. Often of snarling canines and blood, screaming, fire and death. What's worse, she always felt out of place, as if a huge part of her was missing. More recently she started dreaming of a dark-haired woman, with no idea who this person was, she still felt she knew her. And the fact that the raven-haired beauty wasn't with her often caused her sleepless nights.

She had been marked as highly unstable and dangerous by the authorities, yet the chief of Police was given strict and clear instructions not to harm her under any circumstances. By who exactly she couldn't say. Tonight, however, he wanted her to be captured and sent to an Insane Asylum. She came to terms with the fact that they'll catch her sooner or later. For reasons beyond her understanding, they were focusing on her more than necessary. According to Alexa, at least.

"Stop running, Lenoir!" One officer called, clearly out of breath and tired of her games. It had almost been 3 years when Alexa woke up, only remembering her name,  nothing else. She woke up in her apartment (assuming it was hers) with a generous amount of money in a wallet. She spent months trying to learn more of herself, even visiting a doctor to see if she maybe had sustained a head injury that caused memory loss. But she came up empty handed.

🎶They're coming to take me away
Haha, they're coming to take me away
Hoho, heehee, haha
To the funny farm
Where life is beau-" She yelped in surprise when she felt a tranquilizer in her back. She stopped abruptly and turned to face the officers. They hesitated to approach her, seeing the psychotic way she was smirking at them. The local police officers enjoyed toying with her, often making fun of her state of mind. Yes, she was mentally ill, there was no question, but that didn't mean she wasn't hurt by the things they called her and how poorly they treated her. If anything, it was making her angry. And sometimes, just sometimes, she could have sworn she saw smoke coming from her hands when she would attack someone. Maybe it was her broken mind, she'd tell herself.