The Assylum's Monster

C23: Destiny

" We're moving forward, not backward. " A woman's voice echoed in the dark.

Anais woke up in a field of wildflowers. Confused, she looked around her, she saw nothing but plants and plains. Only pure calm surrounded her. She breathed in the floral scent, filling her nostrils with it. Fresh air flowed in her lungs revitalizing her whole body. She was happy, here, at peace with herself. It had been a while since she last felt that way, she realized. A few years to be honest. She smiled, loving the grazing of the life surrounding her on her bare skin.

She laid on the ground, playing with flowers she plucked from their stem. She stared at the tall grass surrounding her in pure bliss and let her eyes close slowly. Listening to the calming noises of nature, she stayed there until the sun set. With bewildered black eyes, she stared as the sun hid itself under the grass and the dirt before her eyes. Everything around her went dark, oppressing her. She felt her paranoia take its control over her until a little white phial dropped at her side, making her flinch in fear.

When she realized that the foreign object was harmless, she curiously took it in her hand examining it. Just then, she felt an overwhelming pressure on her chest making her suffocate. She breathlessly stood out and tried to walk away. She tried to escape it, to fight it but she couldn't. The feeling made her head spin, her stomach twist, and her muscles tense painfully. Tears welled up and streamed on her red cheeks.

Her survival instinct took command as she opened the little phial and drank its content. The glistering liquid flowed in her throat like honey, making her moan in relief. She panted as she sobbed her pain away.

Anais massaged her sore throat, still dazed by the last events. She drowsily glared at the empty bottle in her hand. Raising an eyebrow in confusion, she suddenly felt her stomach begin to heat up. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, it just felt weirdly fulfilling.

In the distance, an intense light lit up, blinding her for a few seconds. She blinked trying to get accustomed to the sudden brightness. Unexpectedly, two pair of arms grabbed her and pulled her towards the blinding light not even stopping as she screamed at them to stop.

" It feels like home. " A man's voice whispered in her hear.

When she opened her eyes again, she was bound to a bed... if she could call it that. It was more of a thin mattress surrounded by steel bars than anything. The white head tried to break free of the shackles locked on her wrists without a success.

A steel door opened, and Doctor Adamson walked slowly towards her. Seeing him grinning at her, she pulled on her restrains savagely. Pleading to... who knows, she flinched away when the man patted gently her head.

" Now, now, child. Do not fret. " He tried reassuring her.

His gaze scanned her whole body looking for any imperfection. Stopping on her stomach for a few seconds he chuckled and turned away, walking toward his desk.

" Ma chère, I can't believe how much you've grown. Look at you! Only a decade in the making and you are already ready. "

The young girl frowned and tried to speak only to cough violently because of her sore throat.

" You see, your half-sister was supposed to take over the world. The prophecy told us so since before men created civilisation. But you... " He took his notebook out of one his desk's drawer and flipped several pages. " You are so much more than a plan B. " He revealed. " You are the angel that will purify all. " He whispered, walking up to her and showing her a Sanskrit.

He flipped one more page and read to her:

" For he shall give his angel charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear two and give one too. Let thou dash right through, altering thee as penance or they shall consume thee for a terrible destiny awaits. "

Looking into her damp eyes the man wiped her tears from her cheeks and lovingly kissed her forehead.

" Please... " She pleaded. " Let me go... "

He leaned over and slowly put his hand around her throat, squeezing it slightly.

" Leaving so soon? " A harsh voice echoed in the room, threatening, making her shudder with dread.

She shook her head, fear bubbling its way to the surface. The doctor leaned in.

" You're so pitiful. " He accused her. " And what do we do to weaklings? " He whispered in her ear. " We finish them off. "

" Please. Please! I won't do anything just don't... " She sobbed. " Don't kill me! " She begged.

He ignored her. Sighing, he walked back to his desk and pulled out a black case from under it. Slowly he put in the combination and opened it. Anais couldn't see what was in it since the man's back was blocking the view, but she had a pretty good idea of what was in it. The click of the hammer of his favorite handgun; a loaded .357 Magnum. Her whole body tensed as he turned around and pointed it towards her.

" I wonder what would happen if you actually were right. " Anais stalled. " What if... " She swallowed a lump stuck in her throat. " What if I really were an angel? Wouldn't shooting me just make me sentence you to death? "

" No. Well, not really. "

" How about you don't fire your gun and we don't have to see if I'm right or not? " She flinched as he walked menacingly towards her, placing the muzzle on her forehead.

" Interesting proposition you have there. " He grinned. " But I'm afraid that it won't do. You see, for the prophecy to occur your father had to break your sister's heart... " He muttered. " You, on the other hand, have to take from others to become powerful yourself. "

" And how is killing me helping me exactly, you fucking psychopath! " The with-headed girl spat.

" You won't really die anyway, I just figured I could get my revenge on you here... and now. "

" And if I stop you? "

" You won't be able to. "

" Yeah, but... what if? "

He frowned lifting the gun off her forehead, seemingly thinking about the possible eventualities of the improbable future. Anais was obviously stalling in inevitable; he didn't really care.

Anais suddenly lift her head up, knocking her forehead on his. Flinching because of the pain, Adamson dropped his gun on her stomach. She quickly took it and shot the chains restraining her limbs one by one. She stood up and pushed the man until his back reach the wall behind him.

Chuckling, she placed the nuzzle on his forehead.

" I have to admit, 'what ifs' are my speciality. " She grinned.

" I must concede that I did not see that coming. No matter. You won't kill me that way. " He smiled, seemingly thrilled by the thought of dying.

She slowly lowered her weapon, confused. Kicking the gun to the ground, he disarmed her. Anger boiled in her veins as her hands surrounded his neck.

" There, there, child. " He muttered, struggling to breathe.

Looking right into his eyes she squeezed and crushed his throat between her hands, feeling a sensation of contentment fill her stomach. She smiled as she saw his life spill from him. Her hands and arms glowing softly.

" You were always my greatest creation. " He whispered before his body fell, numb on the floor; dead.

Content she stared as the white glow emanating from her hands slowly hid itself back under her skin. Smiling, she stepped on the dead man's head and got out of the grim office, leaving her adoptive father's corpse behind her.

" They shall consume thee for a terrible destiny awaits. "