Pyromaniac Reader X Grillby

Chapter 2: An Escape to Run For

'Why is it so easy to read people?' You thought to yourself. As you examine the new person that you have never seen before. A lady who is so readable to tell that she is timid, despite her expressionless face. She wore a lab coat taking a scan around in the room she's in, curious but seemly oblivious on what she is supposed to do. She's the new employee that the doctor was muttering on about for the past week.

It, not a surprise that you earn the skills to be sharp with your surroundings and the people you encountered. For the longer you're in this hospital, the brighter you get with your firm will of escaping.

You have noticed that she is a newbie and just started this job to be a client in this hospital for mental patients. You wonder how easy it is to snap her mentality. The lady was a brunette feels uneasy by your stare. The stare you always give to everyone in the client. That cold stare of knowing something that others don't seem to know about you as if you are looking straight into the dark corners of your soul. But to be honest, that is just your curious stare. You are somehow easily misunderstood. You can't help it nor blame them, but it comes in handle to gather more information in your endless free time examining while you get the chance to on people you see or meet.

The doctor motion her to lend her ear. They are behind you, but you pretend not to hear while you kept your senses in action. The doctor whispers to the lady. You picked up the words that he has said. "Whatever you do. Don't ever, ever let them read you nor let your guard down whenever around them."

'My my my' You said to your self. 'You foolish doctor. Your right on that but you have never know that I can hear your voice and movement so easily like a mouse.' The doctor walked over to you as he reach to the metal tray that lay next to you. You hear metal and glass clinging together. You frown under your mask that covers your mouth preventing you from biting others with your teeth. You're familiar with this sound. It's the sound of a syringe. Just as you have a small glimpse of that syringe at the corner of your eye, you start to panic off the charts.

You hated this, and that's why he's doing this. He's going to inject drugs into you, and you dislike them so terribly. A syringe means injection and injection means painful medications into your system. You scream and cry pull yourself up. The straps on the operation table start to loosen slowly by the enormous forces of each struggle you make.

The doctor grabs you as he curses at you ordering the lady that was shocked by your sudden reaction, to assist him by pinning you down. She hurriedly pinned you down only to make things worse. You kicked and pulled the straps with your legs and torso to loosen them. The doctor shouted out calling for backup to the other clients to continue the operation.

But no one came yet making him shout at the lady blaming her for not applying the straps correctly which cause you to realize that there is a spark of hope for you into escaping this hellish place. She backs away telling him she will get help. And dash off to the near client to get the help needed.

Leaving you a better chance to escape from it. The straps finally came loose. It's time now for you to make a run for it. To eventually leave after all these years of suffering in agony. You punch straight at the doctor who is the cause of all this madness, breaking his nose.

He screams covering his nose with the syringe in his hand. You aim at his other hand quickly taking your mask off giving him a good bite on the wrist. The tasted of metallic filled on your tongue. The doctor grit at the pain tries to grab you with his hand that he used to cover his nose. But you refuse that to happen to spit the saliva and blood into his eye. He was taken back by what you did, now with both hands off of you.

With your quick reactions, you grab the metal tray and slap it across his face. He starts to stumble giving you the advantage to take the syringe out of his hand and stab him with it on the neck.

He let out a bloodcurdling cry causing on uproar of patients and client to chatter in shock and wonder while the other clients are running to the room hearing the upcoming footsteps. You bolt out of the door. Pushing and knocking down the people that came, in surprise.

You ran and ran dodging people as fast as possible that are attempting to stop you. You look for an item to used as a potential defense weapon but nowhere in site. Your bare feet squeak on the floor as you slid taking a sharp turn. You ran to the stairs. As you ran down the steps, your heart was beating fast in fear and excitement. You have to move quickly, or else they will catch up to you with the backup they need.

You ran to the back of the building instead of the front, for nobody thought of that what they expect you to do? But you knew that the security cameras have films of you, but you didn't care. At least you still have your mask with you since you knew many clients have never known you ever existed for you're the secret that doctor was keeping.

And they can't get the police. For the hospital will be charged for the mistreatment they did to you if they ever found out. As you saw the exit, you push the heavy metal door. The outside light seems to have blinded you. The outdoor daylight you have been cut off for so long.

You regain your sight from the light that shines on your eyes as run over to the fences climbing over them as you made your jump. Strange enough is that is pure luck for this escape to happen or such a strange coincidence.

You're passing the rusted bar wires only to receive a few cuts while climbing over the fence. You are now finally free at last. You can just as your feet landed to the ground, into the nearby forest as long as possible that your legs can ever carry you. Going deeper into the woods.

Grillby's POV

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*crash!*

Strangely enough, you somehow dropped the glass that you were cleaning. Making a loud crash as the glass made contact to the floor. You were startled by just what happen just now.

'How in the world did I dropped that while I was just cleaning that?' Grillby thought to himself. He wasn't for sure why it just automatically slipped off from his hands all of a sudden.

'Well, at least I didn't create attention to myself at least.' He said relieved. For the bar was closed already and there is not a customer in sight in the bar, but a fire monster alone that shone the dark bar.

His flames flickers and dance, causing the shadows to move as well. Grillby sighed to himself as he went to the back to get a broom and dustpan to sweep the shattered mess he has made. He came back with the items he needed to clean up while he has a strange feeling that something is going to happen sooner or later. Something odd, out of the ordinary. He can't put his finger on it.

(You see my joke there? XD)
He "brushed" it off thinking it's no big deal but despite that, it's bothering him. Bothering him a lot.