The Asylum// A Janoskian fic

Patchy

Jai's P.O.V

            As I stood aghast at James's cataclysm,  my twin brother rounded the corner. His eyes were dark, sweat dripped off the tip of his nose, and he was sprinting. He rushed past James screaming "GO!" , and shoved me forward. I stumbled, caught my balance on the wall beside me, and matched his pace. Over my heavy breathing I heard "I let them out". It took me a good moment to process the gravity of what Luke just said. "YOU DID WHAT?!", I hollered, chasing after my brother. I looked back quickly, James was on my ass.

      There was a loud grumble from behind him, "Jesus, James did you just **** yourself?!", Luke laughed as he veered around another corner. "That.. was not.. me", James heaved. I looked behind him again  to see a sick, pale character closing in on us. Her hair was scraggily, he eyes blood shot with heavy black rings surrounding them. Her cheek bones were sunken in and her nails were patchy with, what seemed like nail polish, only to realize her hands were stained with blood. I screamed and ran even faster. "Luke!", James cried out, "We have to find Beau and Skip!" ****, I almost forgot about them. Who knows what type of trouble they've gotten into..

                              *Skipping Luke's P.O.V to get to Beau's view on everything*

Beau's P.O.V

          Crap, we separated from Jai and James. The smaller guard must have gone after them because Mr. Metal Mouth is trailing us now. I pushed myself ahead, almost smashing into the wall as Daniel and I bolted around the corner, "C'mon Skip!", I shouted. My heart dropped as I heard a loud skid from a pair of shoes. I almost didn't want to look... I turned around to see Skip, off the ground, throat being crushed by the thick forearm. Skip twisted as much as he could and scratched the guard's arm, leaving red little nips all over his arm, "Beau.. help", he whimpered struggling to breath. The guard's eyes were black, only one word could describe them. Soulless. 

      I ran at the guard, smashing hard into the mammoth of a man. He as much as one could with a wired jaw. I bounced off him, landing hard on the cold floor, wheezing, he knocked the wind out of me. Skip was turning slightly blue at the lips and was unable to breath anymore. "Let go!", I tried to scream, only to let out a small groan, my vision blurred. This is it. This is the end. I choked as Skip's eyes fluttered close, I clenched my eyes shut, praying this was all a sick twisted dream.

     The next thing I knew, Skip was slumped on the ground next to me. His chest gently rose and fell and he blinked hard, he's not dead. Shocked, I looked up to see what just happened. The guard was flat on his back, a man with greasy, patchy black hair, maybe about our age, crouched next to him. The guard tried to scream only to have it cut short by something I never heard before. A wet crunch, which was the sound of flesh being ripped away. The patient bite straight into his neck, tearing away a thick, bloody piece of tissue. A pol of blood formed around the broken and lifeless form. The man looked back at Skip and I then proceeded to gnaw at the neck of the limp body of the guard.

     I smacked Skip, who finally managed to catch his breath, and flipped over to stand. I pulled Skip to his feet and we raced to find our brothers.