The Assylum's Monster

C9: Drowning

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He suddenly dropped Rachel to the ground, his body going stiff, his eyes turning white.

" Go! Run away! " Anais yelled at them.

Her fingers pressed on Trigon's temples, she freed the rest of the group's minds and concentrated on keeping her enemy's mind waves at bay. They all ran away, towards the road. She quickly saw Hank join them, with a sleeping Jason in his arms. She sighed, relieved.

She screamed and screeched. Grinding her teeth at the sudden pain that flowed in her brain. It felt like she was being oppressed by the pressure of water all around her skull.

Jumping in Trigon's mind, she prepared herself to die. She was ready. But... she didn't. Weirdly enough, his mind was calm and cold.

Water.

She swam to the surface. Breathing in and out, coughing salted water out of her aching lungs. Slowly but surely, she swam to the only island in sight. In the middle of it was a little white box. Anais feeling compelled to it, ran difficultly to it. She ran her index on its sharp edges, feeling the power contained in it overflow. A baby's strangled cries echoed on the infinite water surrounding her. She clasped the box between her fingers lifting it from its shrine.

The sand below her feet changed into wood, walls build themselves from thin air. She was in a little wooden hut. Confused, she scanned her surroundings only now noticing the crystal crib in the corner of the room. She walked towards it, cautious, and froze when she saw a little red baby with horns starring back at her.

Trigon.

She retreated away from it, despite the baby's crying that were making her worry. With a frown she looked over at the box in her hands. The cries intensified. She looked intently at it's lock. She quickly notices that it was made of the same crystal as the crib. White crystal that sometimes-glimmered silver.

Her eyes traced the edges of the object, trying to find a way to open it. There were no key, she realized. When she tried to break open the lock, the baby's squealing turned into pained cries. She tried to figure out how to finally look inside the box but couldn't properly focus on the task as the baby never stopped yelling and screaming its fear.

Frustrated she groaned loudly, throwing the box across the room. It ricocheted on one of the walls and landed in the crib. The baby suddenly stopped crying.

Amazed she quickly went to check on it. It was inert, blood dripping from the large cut on its forehead. Black eyes starring at her, she took the box back in her hands and tried not to throw up.

I killed a baby... She though, shook.

Slowly, she took a second glace at it. The baby was dead. She turned away, unable to keep her bile down. She threw up on the floor and her feet. Feeling the room close itself, she cleaned her mouth and took big breath of air. Hyperventilating, she dropped the box back into the crib and, panicked, tried to grab it again only to accidently grab the baby's head and pull forcefully on it. Bones cracked under the pressure and the head suddenly flew across the room. Blood all over the floor and walls, she noticed the small crystal object that was coming out of the neck's flesh and ripped it out.

The key...

She smiled her face bloodied. It faded when she noticed water gradually filling the hut. Quickly grasping the box, she inserted the bloody key inside the lock and unlocked it. The water was now filled at her chest, making it troublesome for her to open the little box without dropping the item in the depts of the ocean.