PsyCHOtic AwaKE

Noah

Anon looked up at the opening doors in front of him, the path now clear. Anon started walking and glanced back to see the others following him, he turned back around and stopped dead in his tracks. Standing in the doorway was Noah Shackleton himself, he held a large modded pistol with a long thin barrel in his left hand, and a radio in the other. You could tell that there were probably ten to twenty guards behind him just incases anyone lashed out.

"I need Abbie" He said, staring into the centre of the group.

"Why?" Asked Anon, hiding his frustration.

"The flux that she carries can be used in a very specific weapon that I am creating. And you, Anon, are only forty-eight percent flux, whilst Abbie is now seventy-three percent flux, therefore Abbie would make this weapons stronger." He hesitated, "And she can walk to me right now or I shall kill everyone in this room except for her"

"NO!" Anon threw himself towards Shackleton, ripping and tearing at his flesh with the short stubby fingernails he owned.The radio knocked out of his hand. Shackleton smashed Anon in the side of head with the end of his gun and kicked him to the floor. Anon got up again, brandishing the blade that he had just un-lodged from a guards throat. He charged at Shackleton again and stabbed at his stomach, blood poured from the wound and onto the dirty floor. Anon chuckled hysterically, taking another jab at the already-wounded area. Shackleton raised his leg and kicked Anon in the jaw, sending him to fall onto the floor and rollover. Anon grabbed at his jaw, checking if it wasn't broken. Shackleton casually walked over to Anon and raised his leg to stamp on his chest. His leg rose up and came plummeting down onto Anon's ribs, a faint crunching noise was heard. Anon wheezed and kicked Shackleton in the back of the leg, making him to fall down next to the corpse of one of the guards that attacked the group earlier. Shackleton threw an old fashioned punch towards Anon's face, Anon changed the tules and grabbed at his arm. Anon smirked and bit into Noah's flesh, he ripped his head back, taking a chunk of meat with him. Anon chewed on the flesh, staring at Shackleton as the blood ran down Anon's chin and neck. Blood covered the floor, from Anon and Noah. Shackleton got up onto his feet and pointed his gun at Anon.

"I'll kill you!" Shouted Noah, scared and now bored of fighting.

Anon stepped closer to the gun, making the barrel press against his forehead. "PAINT THE FUCKING WALLS!!" Shouted Anon, louder than Noah, "PUT A GUN TO MY HEAD AND PAINT THE FUCKING WALLS"

Shackleton pulled away from Anon, lowering his gun. "It's too easy", he turned around, "I'd rather watch you suffer" he went back to his place in the door and faced Abbie. "Abbie get here now or I will shoot out you kneecaps and drag you here"

Abbie stepped past Anon and shakily walked towards Shackleton without anyones consent. Shackleton pressed the gun to the centre of her head.

"I will leave now" Said Shackleton, now more relaxed, "I will be looking for all of you soon. You have three hours." He stumbled out of the room, taking Abbie by the neck

"What now?" Said Christine, tired and worried about Abbie. Trying not to think about the whole fight scene that just happened.

"We need to find somewhere to sleep, we'll look for Abbie on the way" Said Anon.

The others nodded in agreement and walked out of the open metal doors. They began to walk back the way they came, now more familiar with the surroundings. They walked down the long continuous corridors, to where ever it would take them.