Sweet Dreams Are Made Of Screams

Chapter 4- Brought a Fork to a Fist Fight

Jeff

The girl ripped through her strait jacket like it was just a sheet covering her. She smirks at me and tilts her head, "Not scared yet, albino?"

"Not in the least love bite" I retort making her growl.

"Love bite is gone, welcome to Hell." She says and darts towards me with incredible speed, I dodge her narrowly by side stepping.

I giggle, "Wow a real challenge! That's a surprise seeing you so scrawny."

She had no muscle on her arms or on her legs, I was going to question how she could slash through a strait jacket like that, but then again she did just pull industrial chains out of a cell wall. Now wasn't the time to ask about physics.

I lash my fork at her and cut her arm with it surprisingly deep but not enough for my satisfaction. She took a step back as black hair fell in her face. "You hurt me..." she says softly, sounding hurt but then it grew into a loud maniacal laugh.

I heard the guard scramble to get up hearing her laughing, when he saw me in there he shouts, "Hey!" and tries to enter to break up the fight but the girl just stands her ground and the door slams with a loud clang.

I didn't focus fast enough because she attacked again with nails like claws, scraping up my face, and thankfully for me opening a few of my stitches.

I laugh out loud and rip the rest of my stitches out for her and smile, "My smile has returned!"

"Glad I could help, now please do us all a favor and die immediately." She growls and lunges, actually getting my throat.

I stab her neck and blood beads out as I hit my target, an artery but she just uses one hand to pull it out and throw it across the room as she strangles me.

I sat laughing as she choked me, my chest ached from not getting the oxygen it needed but it only made me laugh harder as tears rolled down my cheek from laughing so much. I could tell my laughter and smile irritated the hell out of her because her already glowing red eyes intensified into a burning furnace before me.

I finally stop my laughter and grab her waist, which was so small I could use it to my advantage, and made her roll over, my long black hair fell into her face, blinding her for a moment and that's when I grabbed her neck and startled her by striking back as we choked each other.

We rolled around the padded floor having each other in death locks that would not relent until her eyes were an icy green instead of the burning wild fire they had been only moments ago and she dropped her grip on my neck, gasping for breath in strangled breaths.

I growl, "What happened to the fight? It just got interesting!"

The door squeals open and I am pulled off of her but the guards looked more terrified of the trembling girl than they did of me, and a sniper shot knock out darts several times into each of us, especially her until she went completely unconscious and my vision became blurry.

Then we were dragged away to different cells to be re chained up and to be put in thicker strait jackets.

Third-Person

The guards of the asylum fought and fought with the jammed cell door, trying to get it open as they heard the fighting going on. The guard who it had been slammed upon had a bloody nose and tried to recall what could have closed a heavy, spring-loaded door so fast but he was at a loss.

After at least twenty guards were at the door trying to get it open by kicking, shooting, or picking it, the mighty steel door relented somehow and was able to open like it had never been jammed at all. The guards filed in the room, as the sniper readied and shot at least fifteen shots into the hooded patient, and thirty into the female patient, due to their large files fill of incident reports.

As the captain of the guards walked in to examine the patients he sees the bruises and claims they'll have to deal with trouble swallowing and the blue bruises around their necks, and the cuts were just nicks and they'd clot up. Other than the girl who had to be stitched up immediately and had a bandage over her neck where she had been stabbed.

The captain remained after all the guards had left the room, after many shackles were put on the unconscious prisoners and they were also pulled away.

He sat staring at the dimly lit room, shaking his head looking around. At the deep cuts in the cushions on the wall, things written in blood in another language. These rips and writings were everywhere, in one far corner of the room there were tens of cigarette burns shouldering still in the pads.

He sighs and spins around on his heel to leave; the religious old man muttered something to himself. "Tsk...This isn't just schizophrenia, this is satanic." Before leaving the room, feeling like he was being watched from behind as he shut the door behind him.

A shadow darted around the walls and under the door, following the sound of chains, following the frail looking girl as she was hauled to another cell just waiting to be ruined.