Lunatic- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 14

Burning. Alls he could smell was burning. Was there a fire or something? Louis got out of bed, seeing the smoke alarm was completely silent, and there was no fire to be seen. He yawned, rubbing his eyes and opening the curtains where a bright light came flooding in. 

He was about to take a shower when something caught his eye. The building attached to the back of the asylum. The one he'd previously seen when he first got here, the one that was meant to be abandoned. It had smoke coming from the chimney, and it didn't smell too good. What if it was on fire or someone was inside? 

He quickly got dressed, shoving some clothes on along with his shoes. He ran across to the building where he was met with a small shack like place. It was overgrown with moss and vines, the walls covered in mould and dirt. As he carefully pushed the wooden door open, the smell got worse. 

So far, he could see no fire, but he could hear faint screams being drown out. So he ventured further into the dark building, holding his nose at the smell, as well as telling himself not to be a wimp and run away. And when he got to another large wooden door, he could hear a lot of rummaging, and the screams all of a sudden vanished. And then thats when he heard footsteps coming towards the door. 

So he scurried to the corner, hiding behind the large mass of concrete and vines. When the door swung open, he was shocked to see no other than the warden strolling out, looking around warily. He took a deep breath, heading out of the place and shutting the large wooden door behind him so Louis was left in darkness. 

Hesitantly, Louis pushed the other door open, and alls he could see is a flicker of orange, and a black cloud leaving the machine. And thats when he saw where the smell was coming from. A body, a burnt body on a conveyor belt, slowly being burnt away by fire in some kind of machine.

It took him a minute to gather himself together. Stepping back, he took in the room around him. The were shelves containing whips, knives, nooses and more. The leather belts hung next to a seat, covered with chains. And next to it, a taser and a large rope. Was this some kind of torture chamber? And why was the warden burning a body? 

And then his mind flicked back to Harry. "Seeing a body being burnt alive isn't something you can easily forget".  Harry was telling the truth. The warden was torturing patients and burning them after, right in this building. 

His eyes widened in realisation as he left the room, closing the door behind him and running to the front door in a dazed state. 

"No no no" he panicked as he pulled on the door, and it was locked. This whole thing was creeping him out and he wanted to run away, leave this asylum for ever. But not without Harry, he reminded himself. He looked around, seeing there was no windows to climb out of he pulled his hair in frustration. 

He paced around, wondering what to do, and then he heard a clunk from the room he would now call the torture chamber. Carefully, he peeked back around the door, seeing the machine had turned its self off, and now alls that was left were ashes. And then he saw it. Another door, behind the machine. 

Carefully, he pried it open, peeking his head around to see a large tunnel. It was groggy and smelt awful. The walls were falling apart, a gloomy grey brick covered with dried blood and words of insanity and curses. It was pitch black apart from the light through small cracks, and Louis was tempted to just break down the other door instead. But then it would be obvious someone was there. 

He carefully carried on, following the tunnel, bumping into a few fallen rocks, a hospital bed, and a chest containing empty jars. Then he smelt it again, the bodies. And as he looked ahead, he could see the outline of disembodied patients on the floor. It took everything for him not to puke right there. The dried blood covered them, and he could only describe it as mass murders, surgical procedures gone wrong, or pure torture. Then it clicked, the torture chamber. This is where the bodies that weren't burnt got thrown.