PsyCHOtic AwaKE

Raising The Blade

Abbie tore off a long piece of material from her pillowcase and tied it around her now-bleeding neck. Anon wiped the blood-stained surgical blade on his jeans and shoved it back into his front pocket. He then took another post-it note and wrote on it, "Keep the microchip for now, it will look like we still have it if they track us". Abbie took the note and nodded, putting the 50p sized microchip into her pocket. They both turned towards the door, Anon opened it and Abbie pushed past, smirking. Anon and Abbie walked down the quiet corridor and into the lobby area where Luis sat.

"Hai Luis" Said Abbie, smiling cheerfully.

"Hi" He looked up at Abbie and Anon as he spoke. "Whats that around your neck?" Asked Luis, looking at the material/bandage tied tight around Anon and Abbie's neck.

"Nothing" Said Anon, twitching. He looked down the corridor to see Christine and Sam walking towards them. They entered the lobby and looked at the three of them.

"Sorry to keep you guys waiting" Said Christine quietly.

"We haven't been waiting that long" Said Abbie, "It's fine"

"Where to?" Said Luis getting up off of the bench he previously sat on.

"The library? We can just skip breakfast" Said Christine.

Everyone nodded and walked out of the lobby. They walked towards the map opposite the cafeteria, already half knowing it. The group began to walk towards the library. Most people in the asylum were getting up and walking to the cafeteria to get their drugged food. The group passed several people and other strange groups of friends as they made their way to the library . Anon stepped through the doors and looked around, it was all deserted except the man behind the counter. Sam walked up to him and asked for the book again, it was scanned and the plate in the floor sunk. They all walked towards the sinking plate to see it slide into the wall, the silver staircases shimmered in the light as they walked down and into the secret room below.

Anon took out his last two syringes and gave one to Sam who didn't have any. The rest of the group took their last one from the pocket and injected the un drugged-liquid into their necks. Anon and Abbie pushed the needle through the chocker around their neck to pierce the skin and enter the bloodstream. Sam picked up the note pad and began writing, she placed the note on the table,"What's around your neck?". Sam placed the pen on the table next to the note pad so the two of them could write. Instead of writing Abbie stood up and took the bloody microchip from her pocket and held it in front of her so the others could see. Anon took the notepad and started scribbling down a paragraph, he threw it on the table so everyone could read it, "We need to go back to the tunnel room and gather the supplies we left there, as you all know we are short on food". Sam looked confused as she hadn't been there before but knew what they had to do to go there without being caught or tracked.

Anon took the surgical blade from his pocket and looked at the others to see if anyone wanted to go first. Sam raise her hand and sat on the edge of the sofa with her back facing Anon, she pulled hair hair down in front of her and tilted her head forward. Anon put the knife against Sam's skin, the ice cold blade made Sam flinch slightly. Anon began to cut into Sam's flesh, he stuck the tip of his tongue out, concentrating. He pulled the blade through the skin, blood dribbled down Sam's back, staining her clothes. Anon pushed the blade deeper into the skin and levered out a large chunk of flesh, he took the microchip off and place the skin back into the dent in Sam's neck. He then took a piece of prepared cloth from his pocket and gave it to sam, along with the microchip. Sam turned around, her bottom lip bleeding from where she had been biting it to help with the pain of the 'surgery'. She took the piece of cloth and tied it around her neck like Anon and Abbie, she then took the microchip and placed it onto the table to bring her hands back up to the cloth to tighten it more. She got up of the edge of the sofa and sat down on another seat for the next person to sit in the 'operation chair'.

Luis got up and took Sam's space. Luis leant his head forward and waited for the pain to start. Anon wiped Sam's blood off of the blade and then drove it into the back of Luis's neck where the microchip was located. You could tell just from the look on Anon's face that he enjoyed slicing into the skin of other people. He moved the blade in a slow controlled motion which you could tell was not his style as he twitched every so often. He raised the chunk out of Luis's neck and took out the microchip, he then put the piece back into Luis. Anon took another piece of cloth from his pocket and gave it to Luis, he then placed the microchip on the table, faraway from Sam's so they wouldn't get mixed up. Luis tied the cloth tight around his neck to fit in with the others.

Christine got up, half excited, half scared. She sat on the 'operation chair' which Luis had just left. She pulled her long hair out of the way and tilted her head forward slightly. Anon raised the blade to Christine's already scarred neck. He pushed the steel blade into Christine's flesh and pulled it across, half smirking. He cut around the microchip and levered the chunk of flesh out. He raised it up and took the microchip from it and placed it back to where it had come from. He then took the final piece of cloth from his pocket and gave it to Christine, along with the microchip. Christine placed the microchip on the table and tied the cloth tight around her neck, stopping the blood pour from the operated area.

Anon and Abbie took their microchips from their pockets and placed it on the table. Anon turned to Alice who had been sat in the corner the whole time, Alice nodded, knowing that she did not need the operation. The whole group, apart from Alice, now had a tight chocker around their necks. The group turned to the door and Sam pressed the button to open the 'door'.