Fear of Insanity

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I awoke remaining chained to the same wall unable to move, the chain pressed into my neck suffocating me. My wrists remained bloodied from that thing, and my mind wandered to how Vincent and Isaac were doing. Vincent and I were put in the same cell, I'm assuming they finally linked Marcus's murder to me and suspected Vincent as an accomplice, which could be why we're sharing a cell. Vincent has figured out how to force himself to stay awake for long periods, claiming that the demon is here waiting for him to fall asleep. Since the demon can shapeshift, I believe it is here, yes. But I don't believe it'll simply just patiently wait for either of us to fall asleep, that thing is most certainly plotting something if it hasn't attacked us yet. And I believe that's why Vincent remains awake. He claims it favors striking in his nightmares, but it's clearly capable of attacking physically as well, though that seems to be a bit more of a last resort. Although I'd have to ask Vincent, seeing as he seems to know more about this demon than any of us.

"We need to find a way out of here, without making it obvious." I looked at him not knowing he was awake until he mentioned escaping, I had noticed that one of the guards looked like my father, which was impossible since he was dead, at least that's what I thought until he looked at Vincent and started approaching our cell. I could tell he recognized me; I stared in confusion. He finally approached. It's been quite a while, Lucian. I haven't seen you or Isaac since you "killed me" how have you two been?" He smirked as he said that. He looked at Vincent "His last name is Norwood correct?" I simply nodded wondering where he was going with this. "I knew his parents, though I never got to meet their children. Yet here lies the older brother if I'm not mistaken. Do you know why he knows so much about this thing you're calling a demon?" He looked at me as if I knew the answer, I don't know why. We thought it was because it was targeting him the longest." He pulled out a small knife and tore open Vincent's shirt. He slowly cut into the flesh and pulled it aside, and harshly pulled me forward. "That is why it's targeting him because he has that." He stated pointing to the cross necklace entangled around his blackened heart. I wondered why Vincent hadn't awoken from the pain of being cut open. "I'm quite sure you're curious why he hadn't awoken from the pain." He looked at me and pulled out a needle smirking. I had expected as much from him, as we both knew Vincent would struggle, so the prevent that he drugged him. What was in that needle, and how did he manage to get Vincent to cooperate when he hates needles? I was about to ask these questions when I felt something hard collide with the back of my head. I fell unconscious. I awoke to Lucian lying unconscious on his bed, I noticed one of the guards standing at the front of our cell. I didn't think the prison assigned guards to the cells, but I suppose I was wrong, indeed that was why this guard remained by our cell. And yet he watched me all night. I noticed the all too familiar scent of blood, I also noticed the guard's hands were also covered in fresh blackened blood. Lately, I had wondered what happened to the cross I used to wear. I asked Lucian, and he simply told me to look at my chest. I did and saw and long deep cut: I pulled the flesh aside revealing the cross wrapped around my blackened heart, it was beating slowly as if struggling, curiosity had gotten the better of me and I pulled the cross tighter around the struggling organ I watched as blackened blood leaked from it, covering my hand as well as the cross. I took hold of the cross and attempted to untangle it from around my heart, though it was useless as I ended up requiring Lucian's help, I was still trying to understand how it had gotten there in the first place seems I wrapped this tighter than I had thought, keep still, Norwood." I sighed in annoyance as Lucian addressed me by my last name rather than my first name. It was something I always hated, my brother and I hated being addressed by our last name, which is why I always insisted that people I trusted call me by my first name. Though I wondered why Wyvern had never insisted nor asked that I called him Isaac, perhaps it was the same case with him. The wound had healed abnormally fast, though at this point I wasn't surprised, I had gotten somewhat used to the abnormalities my body had developed. Lucian looked like shocked, although I don't think it was because of my wound. The guard who had been watching us was standing by the gate to our cell yet again. Though this time he looked as if he had beaten several people to death: he was drenched in blood. I had heard screams, but that seemed to be a regular occurrence here. I didn't think much of it at the time. I noticed Lucian hadn't even attempted to sleep. He had deprived himself of sleep the last few nights. He got into a fight with this guard recently and has been weary since then. I can't recall any point where I had seen Lucian avoid someone as much as he avoided this guard. The few interactions they had were brief and kept to a minimum. Once Leon had finally gotten back into somewhat of a sound mind he collapsed and fell unconscious. I myself wasn't in a great state either. I found myself covered in various wounds as well as fresh and dried blood.