Cosmic Killer

Hug Jackets and Bed Walls

 I groggily nodded awake in a smelly, worn bed, and tried to raise my arms. I realized my legs were strapped down, in metal restraints, and my arms were crossed over my chest in one of those nice cozy hug jackets. I built up enough energy to raise my head, and realized I was wearing some sort of hug jacket,  and I was in a really nice room. Alright, so the room wasn't that great, considering that it didn't have any furniture, but the walls were covered in mattresses. THE WHOLE ROOM WAS BED!!

Now, I'm kind of worried about how the heck I even got here. So I concentrated REALLY hard, in hopes of remembering what happened. My brain rattled around in my head, and it felt like there was a little guy going through a filing cabinet full of memories.

Um. YEAH. That would be us.

Yeah, we work very hard you know...

Well, the last thing I remember was yelling a a police officer talking through a megaphone. Then he kept touching my hands, so I kicked him in the.... Well his... badoinkadoink. (Yeah... You know what I mean) after, he and his buddies started hitting me with their black stick-ity stick thingies, and knocked me out. 

But wait... If I remember correctly... They said something about... Me, killing someone?

My thoughts were interrupted by a creaking door hidden in one of the mattresses. A tall man shakily walked in, and adjusted his glasses. He has a bulletproof vest under his blue shirt and lab coat, and while walking he almost dropped his clip board from his trembling hands.

"HI THERE!" I squawked, my mouth curved to a smile, my head cocked to one side, my sparkling purple-galaxy eyes peering into his soul.

"H-hello." he squeaked, and cleared his throat. The man seemed nervous, although I couldn't imagine why. "Were going to go through some tests to see, um, if you can handle being with the other freaks here." he chuckled, then got scared. "NOT THAT YOU'RE A FREAK." He quickly added. "I was just saying.. that, you know... never mind." he began fiddling with his clipboard, and sat on the mattress floor.

This whole time, I remained silent. I studied his features, his mannerism, his speech, everything about him. I made sure to stare deep into his piercing blue eyes when I made eye contact, just to freak him out.

Wait... Where the heck are we?

I don't know. Ask our lovely guest.

"So, what is this place?" I asked, moving my head around, because I couldn't move my arms.

The man looked up and opened his mouth, as if to speak, but lowered his head to scribble something down on his clipboard.

I gave an annoyed look, and stuck my tongue out while his head was buried in notes. To my misfortune, he raised his head unexpectedly, and I froze with my tongue hanging out of my mouth like an imbecile. He smiled at me, and fora split second I saw a sparkle in his eye.

Hey this guy isn't so bad looking

Don't think like that.

Why not? Don't you think this is an attractive human?

Hm. I suppose.

"Well my dear," He said, adjusting his sitting position, "At the moment, you are in the Seventh Sanctum Asylum." He raised his hands as if to show off the place. "Also... My name is Lucifer, and my friends call me luk-"

"Asylum?!" I blurted out, and almost fell over. Not even realizing that I had interrupted him.

he cleared his throat, and said "Yes... and you can call me Luke... If you want."

Luke...

LUUUUKEE.

Calm down.

"How did I get here? Why am I in an Asylum? WHAT DOES THE FOOD TASTE LIKE HERE?!

All these questions, and more, were buzzing around in my skull. I must have looked so scared, and confused. (which I was) And oh boy, did I need some sleep... some ACTUAL sleep, not Unconscious sleep.

Luke sighed "Well, I did come here to asses you, but it seems I'll have to come back another day." he said disappointingly, standing up. "You don't remember much... do you?"

I shook my head. "I don't know why I'm in this hug jacket either. It's really uncomfortable."

Luke gave a small laugh, and walked over to me. "It's called a straight jacket." He said. "And I'm not supposed to be doing this but..." He undid the buckles on the back of my hug jacket. "You seem pretty mentally stable as I'm talking to you."

Once the stiff jacket slid off my body and hit the floor, I looked at my arms. They were bruised, and I could see some blood. There was also a part on my hand that had swelled up, and was a purplish color.

What happened?

Luke began walking towards the door, and said "Get some rest, I'll be back in a few days." Once he reached the door, Luke winked at me, and smiled "Although, you don't need any beauty sleep..."

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GUYS

I JUST WANT TO APOLOGIZE FOR NOT UPDATING, I FEEL TERRIBLE

Most of you probably didn't notice because, well, you have a life.

But, HERE I AM WITH A NEW CHAPTER!!!

ALSO; tell me in the comments if you ship Cosmia and Luke.

And you can thank Katie for the name Lucifer/Luke, we had a hardcore discussion about it. (Not really)

Well that's all, SEE YA IN THE NEXT CHAPTER

Bai! ~Galaxy

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