Asylum

Asylum III

D's P.O.V

Step. Step. Step.

That's all I hear as we walk pass the cells.

Cells line up both my right and left side. All of the inabitants here are insane and capable of killing someone in cold blood. 

Shit.

They all keep quiet, all knowing who their new inmate is.

A blood thirsty demon, terrifying monster, heartless killer and Godless murderer.

Names bestowed upon me by the country and its citizens.

Mother superior couldn't even bear to look at me. No one wants to have realtions with a 

Devil spawn.

"It' stirs inside of me, not liking the memories of the past.

I'm not lonely since I have 'it'.

We pass through many cells. I see people and they see me.

All of them are grimy and dirty, they're not given the luxury of having a bath. They all have that look in thier eyes, not entirely evil but you can see that they have all lost their humanity.

Some of them have wide grins on their faces.

Gray is the color they painted the walls with. Wall filed with cracks, bloodstains, bullet holes and scratches. Memories of what has happened in this very place.

"Killer!' One shouts.

The others join him and they chant that accursed word.

They shake the bars of their cells, trying to open them. They stretch their arms out, fingers failing to reach me. Some thow thrash, maybe wanting to anger me. wanting to see if I would break out of my restraints and kill them. 

"Killer!'

They continue chanting, all wanting someone to antagonize, someone who they can use to make themselves feel more holy. The guards try to control them by using their tasers. I hear the sickening sound of electricity hitting human flesh, it somewhat amuses and horrifies me. One by one they who chanted were tasered.

One by one, they fell.

I see them twitching . I don't feel pity.

The guards look happy testing out their tasers.

Immoral bastars, the thought pops into my mind. But then again I'm hypocrite for thinking that. Since I'm one myself.