Zenohazard

A Psycho's Reign

The heaviness of my eyelids fluttered away, leaving them to rise. I was cold, I reached for a blanket only to find James next to me, as I'm in his arms... shirtless. I glared at him, ready to use my telekinesis to flatten his skull while he slept, only I stopped when I heard comically loud footsteps headed our way. I shook James awake, violently I might add. He went to hit me, but realized that this was clearly a different situation. We had to be quiet. I went to say something, but he put his finger to his mouth. I nodded. There was a small crack in the door of which wherever we were, that was just big enough to see out without being seen, so I looked out of the pupil sized crack.

A comically large man was stomping around, sniffing the air as if searching for something. I looked at James, he had complete... calmness, was it? There was no emotion. I continued to watch as the puss-covered man paced, searching for his target. A small scuttle noise escaped the corner. Screeching came as a leather-like tail flipped around aimlessly as he moved it to his face, the satisfying crunch making me cringe, but smile. It reminded me of the dry grass at the cemetery I used to visit. James began to shuffle his way to where he could try and sneak out without the large man spotting us.

I grabbed his shoulder, with a worried look. He waited for the man to return to wherever he came from, and slowly opened the cabinet door. Nothing. I started to move forward to escape, and tip-toed over to the closet. I picked up a random red shirt that said "Little Hell Raiser", and slid it over my frame. James shook his head in disappointment. I smirked and went to grab some sort of weapon, aimlessly pushing desk drawers ajar. I found a couple of things; a hammer, nails, and a baseball bat. I noticed how convenient our belts were as I silently hammered the nails into the bat creating the ultimate pain. The hammer would come in handy, so I tossed it to James, who somehow caught it perfect, flipping it in a 360° and kick-ass slammed it onto his belt. Damn. I raised an eyebrow and grinned as I wrapped duct tape I found around the handle of the bat, adding grip.

"Okay, so here's the plan..." James whispered, "let's try and get back as quietly as possible this time." He grunted, glaring at me. I smiled and licked my teeth, chuckling. "I'm serious."

"I know, I just love crazy."

"Lucky for you, your in an asylum prison."

I spun my bat and placed it down for a second, placing my long hair into a pony tail using rubber bands from the desk drawer. Grabbing my bat, I grabbed James's hand and sneaked into the the west wing as quiet as a mouse. I heard something moving, I glanced at James. He looked at me, then nodded. I ran quietly to the next room, checking my corners. Bat in hand, I look over quickly at the creator, a small rat. Jesus this place is infested. James and I ran into the main hallway in which would lead us to our cell. There were no guards, considering the fact that they tried running after us and probably still think we're in the medical wing. I put the bat back in my belt and walked into the cell, James following. I sat down on the stone-chain bed and closed the bars with my telekinesis, James surprisingly letting me. Sighing, I flopped over completely onto the bed and fell asleep.