Twisted

Chapter 1 : Meeting

As I walk into the Arkham Asylum, I note how the second I broke through the threshold, all the life seemed to be sucked out of me. Leaving nothing but, well there's no better way to really describe it but, grey.

A bored woman looks up at me from the front desk, a barred cage around it. She sits there, slowly typing something on her out of date computer before glancing up at me with a blank stare.

"Welcome to the Arkham Asylum-" she says sounding drained.

"-What do you want?"

I simply pull out my folder, ignoring her attitude and push it across her desk towards her.

"I'm the new psychologist here at Arkham, you can check. It's all in the files".

She pushes the file back to me without even opening it.

"You're not even going to look at it?" I say, confused.

This is a high security asylum and she's not even going to check?

"No, frankly I don't care, if you are who you say you are, I've got nothing to worry about."

She starts clacking away at her computer again, waiting for me to leave.

Well then...

She hands me a key card with a faint 'A' on it before pointing to a door behind her without looking up from her computer.

I stroll up to the big black door and tap my keycard against it.

With a broken clank, it squeals open as screams flood into the quiet room.

I rush in as the doors start closing beside me.

If I thought it was bad back there, it's nothing compared to here.

The floors are stained with both urine and blood, the walls had bricks cracked and broken, as if someone had been thrown against them.

I pull down my tight red dress as I square up my shoulders and trudge on.

I'm not completely sure where I'm headed, but I'm sure I'll find my way.

The long hallway is empty except for barred windows to my left, so full of grim that the sun shines through twisted and mangled.

To the right, big solid steel doors are lined up in rows. The only holes are small rectangles at the bottom of every door for passing food and water.

There's a males voice coming from one of the rooms, just throaty, manic screams.

I think of how cruel these people must have been to sent to such a wicked place.

I'd heard stories of the people here, little snippets of what they'd done. Some things were so bad that the devil hadn't even thought up those ideas yet.

Most of the inmates here were probably never going to see the light of day again, then again, most of them deserved it.

As I reach the end of the hall another door appears, this one less intense than the other one, but no less frightening.

I swipe my card again, getting the feeling of deja vu before it clicks open.

I'm bombarded with voices talking over each other in a frenzy almost instantly.

There's a massive metal cage taking up all of the left wall. The right wall is full of double sided mirrors, you can always tell by the strange shimmer.

I scan all the faces behind the cage, looking for the most interesting one.

I large man takes up half the space, his head hitting the twelve foot ceiling. He's covered in burns and scars, his hands as big as a toddler.

I'd heard of people like him, an experiment in the Alpines gone wrong, they were meant to be a mix between human and bear. It ended with the subject's being overpowered and the inhuman animals they created killing every scientist in that facility before escaping.

I'd heard that story on the news after a national emergency alert went off, scary stuff.

He shuffles out of the way after I hear a voice yell at him above all the others,

"MOVE YOU FAT BUFFON! I CAN SMELL YOUR DOG BREATH FROM OVER HERE!!"

Laughs erupt as the giant of a man shuffles away into a corner, looking like a scolded child.

What the hell, who could possibly leave a such monstrosity as him acting like a little girl?!

I look back to where he used to be standing to reveal a young red headed boy, about eighteen from the looks of it. He's crouched on top of the table looking at all the inmates surrounding him as he cackles manically.

His smile is spread so far against his cheeks that it looks almost permanent. His eyes are a blazing a fire of mischief that challenged anyone who looked at him the wrong way.

He's handsome, there was no denying it, in his own twisted way, he managed to catch my attention and everyone else's in the room.

I stand there, inspecting him. His muscular arms stretch out his prison uniform.

I hate to admit it, but he's exactly my type. I'm notorious for finding the worst of worst men to infatuate myself with.

I've never been in a relationship for more than a week, I stalk them, I find everything there could be to know about them. They always find it weird and leave before anything becomes serious. So I simply follow them around and make them think they're being haunted by a ghost, like hiding in their vents to whisper and moan sadly.

I must have been staring for a while because he's looking right at me and I didn't even notice.

He's got this look on his face which is nothing short of terrifying. He tilts his head to get a better look before hopping off the table and strolling over to me.

I'm frozen as I watch him grow closer, my eyes grow wide.

He leans on the metal cage as his green eyes survey me.

"Hi gorgeous, I'm Jerome".

I back up slowly, I'd been taught how to deal with these kind of people, don't interact and you might get out of it alive.

"What? Are you afraid of silly ol' me?"

His crazy laugh cuts across the room, causing everyone to look in our direction.

"You're insane-"

"WRONGO!" He interrupts me, his eyes wide in a manic challenge as he looks at me.

"I'm perfectly fine, it's YOU dear that's odd".

I take I deep breath as my face hardens.

I'm done with this bitch.

"OoOoh! Who's this that's come out to play!"

He grabs the fence as he slams the side his face into the wire, he looks at me through his squished eye as he smiles.

"How I like this version of the pretty lady-"

I pull the taser from my bag and lurch at the fence, zapping him under his eye.

He yells as he falls to the ground, his body spasming.

"I'd watch your mouth if I were you, you don't want to go around making enemies with me on the first day. The shit I could do to you is nothing compared to what you've just experienced. Just watch me".

He's stopped shaking, and he just stares up at me with murderous intent.

With that, I turn on my heel and leave, hips swishing all the way.

I can feel the eyes of the other inmates on my back.

I look over my shoulder smugly to see Jerome's face twitching as he watches me. He lifts his finger and runs it along his neck, promising death.

Whatever, what could he possibly do behind that fence? I'm not even slightly concerned.

(Chapter 2?? Yes or No)