Insanity

Chapter 1 ~ Mask

Chained up, the shackles rubbed my skin red raw, I felt the blood in my arms fail to reach my fingertips and icy hands. This helped to numb the pain. Slowly I regained my blurry vision and the abismal scene around me became an image I would never get out my fucked up mind.

Stood in the center of the dismal room was a tall, skinny man:slicked back blonde hair had been covered with a jet black top hat, adorned by a dark red ribbon - this headpiece complemented his crimson suit and dinner jacket tails. There was a stone cold look in his eye. His face, covered by a titanium white mask that had a tribal feel to it. Only one hole for vision. I wanted to know what kind of psychotic bastard was behind that barrier, yet I was petrified. Ladybird like splatters of blood dappled his boots and grey trousers, however he didn't seem bothered. The holster that hung limply at his side held our fate.

From under the mask, his deep voice echoed around the prison...

"It's so dismal in here, so boring , so damp. This place needs some livening up!"

He drew out the pistol from the holster and pulled back the hammer in one swift motion. Reality, once blurred with the vivid hallucinations of my growing insanity, came crashing back down. Someone was going to die, there was no being blunt about it. His evil yet jolly voice came from the mask again

"You all look so scared, it's freedom for you, embrace it - now, who to choose? Whose the failed experiment thi-"

His words where cut short by the hysterical screams of the boy opposite me.

"Stop! You can't do this to us anymore!... Why are you doing this to us you fucking cynical freak! I swea-"

*Bang*

The crack of the shot echoed throughout the damp lockup.

The brown hair of the young male in front of me fell as his head slumped towards his chest. A small hole oozed and dripped with thick syrup like blood as brain matter ran in a stream down his face. Fragments of skull and innerds had splattered on the wall behind the gaping exit wound of his once round head. I would've vomited, if I had anything to vomit up in the first place.

"Looks like he won't be calling anyone else names, nor will he ever speak again for that matter" the masked man waltzed out of the room, his spine chilling words resonated around the walls behind him as his shoes became like horses hooves, tapping on the cold concrete floor as he strode off.

The metallic door of the chamber crashed shut and we were consumed in a shroud of muggy darkness once more. Whispering flickered around the room like whisps of wind as my dehydrated mind swung away from realism and into deep dark insanity once again.

I remember when my mother always told me that "in times of pain and suffering you escape to your 'happy place'." However this torturous ordeal that seemed to go on for eternity had ripped that sane sanctuary away from my grasp. My mind drifted through an ocean of vivid hallucinations as I lost consciousness.

The door flung open with a loud crash, although no unlocking sounds were made, I quickly snapped back into life. The slender figure of the masked man was in front of me once more. Our shackles were released by his henchmen and our wrists were bound behind our backs by harsh rope. "Time to go to the lab boys" I knew that this time, it was going to be worse... A lot worse. As he left in front of us the man readjusted his mask, the first time I'd ever seen his face... I wish I hadn't.