Broken World

Prologue

The padded room was cold, unwelcoming, and unpleasant. But Arson wasn't quite sure what he had expected from a mental hospital, maybe something nicer? Arson didn't register the pain as he was thrown into the room, hitting the wall with a quiet thunk. "The Doctor will see you soon, Freak" growled out the guard as he locked the steel door. Arson waited until he could no longer here the footsteps of the guard, then to the best of his ability while secured in a straight jacket, sat up.

His Amber colored eyes filled with pain he didn't acknowledge, took in his new residents. The place where he'd probably be sleeping for a while.

The cold floor against his bare feet kept him grounded, as he stared emptily at the wall. Not wanting to put up with his thoughts, he hit his head a couple times against the wall. Hoping for the sweet pain to grace his nerves.

It didn't Come.

He growled, and turned to the wall. Glaring at it with all the pent up emotions that had started filling him since that day. The wall didn't react, it wasn't living.

He sat there, staring at the wall with contempt.

A quiet screech of metal against metal alerted him of his dinner about to be served and he quickly crawled over.
He watched as they pushed the plate through the small opening, their hands in plain view. Taking the opportunity, he dived down and bit harshly on one of the hands.

The resulting yelp from the other side of the door caused him to grin, still biting down on the flesh. The hand tried to pull away, and tore flesh doing so.

The bright crimson contrasted the white of the padded wall. He noted while chewing on the flesh thoughtfully.

Swallowing the flesh, he decided to take a look at what he had been brought for dinner. Ignoring the yelling on the other side of the door, he inspected the now blood covered meal.

The stuff on the plate could hardly count as 'food' as it was either severely undercooked or burned to the point where he would not question it crumbling to dust if he touched it.

He shrugged and gently bent down to mosy through the imposter of a meal, hoping to find some edible scraps. He pulled up upon hearing the pounding footsteps approaching his door.

He pulled back fast enough to avoid being hit hard with the door, using the momentum he flipped backwards onto his feet. Staring at the visitors to his cell, his eyes took on a mescheivus glint.

"What can I do for you gentlemen?" He questioned, acting as if he could not see the medic patching up another guard's bloody hand.

"Y-You..." the guard trailed off, obviously not sure what to say.
"I, what? Do speak up." He did a gesture with his head and looked like he was doing the gesture of 'I can't hear you' without the arms.

The guard growled, and crossed the floor. He moved to slam Arson into the wall, but Arson danced away. His eyes bright with hidden fire.

"You're going to have to try harder then that mister."