PsyCHOtic AwaKE

Visions

Sam woke up into the harsh reality, still screaming from whatever she had witnessed in her unconscious form. The piercing scream stopped. Sam backed away from Anon and sat back down on the seat she was previously sat on. Her head collapsed into her hands as she stared at her feet, her eyes were wide but emotionless. The group looked at her, all of them dazed with everything that just happened in such a short time.

"Ar-Are you ok Sam?" Asked Christine, worried.

"I'm fine" Said Sam tonelessly.

"What just happened to you?" Questioned Christine.

"I sometimes have.. Visions.." She Said slowly, as if she was only just realising what happened, "Visions of bad stuff that no-one can stop"

"And what happened with this one?" Said Luis, getting straight to the point, not even taking in the impact of the information that was just stated.

"A-Anon was there.." She said, losing concentration, "And he was more purple.., thats all I can remember. My vision is still blurry and I can hardly see any of you"

Anon looked at his infected arm, frowning under the red mask. A bell rang at the only Entrance/Exit, signalling to go back inside. The group of now six got up and walked single file towards the Exit. Everyone else started to walk towards the Exit as well, people who could not walk were grabbed by the guards and 'helped' towards the door. They reached the Exit and passed through, Guards were waiting on the other side pointing towards a tall door that lead to a large hall. The six of them stepped into the half-filled hall and searched the lines of chairs for a seat. Abbie ran towards a bunch of seats at the back of the hall. They all sat down and stared at the front, where a small raised area stood, acting like a stage. They waited another five to ten minutes for seats to fill up, the guards called for silence and received it.

A short while later an average height, thirty to forty year old man walked onto the 'stage'. He had darkish grey hair and wore a suit and tie, he also clutched a briefcase in his right hand. He was obviously important around here as he seemed fairly clean and professional. He looked at everyone in the audience and raised his head to speak.

"To those who don't know me already, I am Noah Shackleton" He said, speaking with confidents, "I am the owner of this Asylum and I am in charge of this place. Some of you may think that the rules do not apply to you, but let me tell you something.. They do. The rules in this place, apply to everyone. Isn't that right Archie Barrot?"

A tall older boy stood up. "Yes sir" He said loudly, trying not to sound scared.

"And I'm pretty sure" Shackleton continued "That.. Stealing.. Isn't permitted" He looked at the boy as if he were a child being told off by his parents. "Archie come here".

The boy did what he was told and stumbled up the steps to join Shackleton.

"And, I said that if the rules were broken, there will be punishment. Hold out your hands." He said half smirking, "The rules have been broken Archie. I will keep my promises.".

In a blink of and eye Shackleton took a box cutter from his left pocket and slashed at the boys fingers. Three and a half of the boys finger fell to the floor, splattering with blood from the impact. Two from his right hand, and one and a half from his left. The rest of his fingers were scarred with a deep gash, spanning the length of his hand. The boy cried out in pain as blood started to pitter patter down onto the floor below him. He knelt down in pain and was violently kicked off the stage and onto the floor by Shackleton. The boy hit the floor hard and was taken to the infirmary by one of the guards. Shackleton placed the box cutter into his pocket and left the stage, leaving the audience and the fingers behind.