Anything To Let Go of Him

Part 2; Chapter 4

Chapter 4-
  Charles's POV-

    About two weeks and I'm finally adjusted to the weird stench of this asylum. Or as the doctors or nuns like to call it 'psychiatric hospital'. Please. It's an asylum, bible-humpers.
   Lately, the weather has been terrible. And since there is supposed to be a huge storm tonight, the 'head nun' is putting on a movie night.
   Kurt and I have become great friends. He's the best partner for ping pong. He's awful at it. Amanda, Kurt and I have become quite the trio. Practically inseparable if there was anything to try to separate us. Well, there is my room which is all the way on the very last floor by the boiler room. Which is, like, 5 floors underground. And Amanda and Kurt are 3 floors above ground. The first floor being the lobby. But it's cool. I am the craziest, most dangerous and threatening fugitive in this place.
* * *
30 minutes into the movie. I don't remember what the 'head nun', Mabel, said it was called. And I'm so confused to what it's about-
*1 minutes later*
Holy schnartz. What the hell just happened. The asylum commons room is on fire and there is a plane poking the tip of its nose into the front where the projection screen was and there's a gigantic hole in the wall. All of the security guards are knocked out. My fellow inmates are gaining back their consciousness and wandering out the hole as soon as they see it. Taking the chance while it's still there. Kurt and Amanda are still on the floor.
Gaining my sense of all reality, I realize what's happening and what I need to do. I dart to where Kurt and Amanda are passed out and I shake them awake as fast as I can so we can get out of here. They pop up, fully awake, and stand up with help from me.
"We gotta get out of here!" I yell. The impact of the plane crash gave me a high ringing in my ear. I guide them to the hole and we follow the other inmates to wherever they're going.
      *   *   *
   Back in Lima. This is crazy. But so am I. So is everyone in this abandoned storage unit except for Kurt. After the crash and the explosion at Whitehall, all 35 of us (that were watching the movie when it happened) hijacked a city bus, kicked the passengers and driver off, and I drove us here. Obviously I took control and became the leader of this group of nutjobs.

"So are we just supposed to lay low? Why can't we do something? Like... assassinate the mayor!" Brad said. He's the kinda guy everyone assumes is stupid because he does nothing to contribute to anything. But we're all friendly to him anyway because he's still one of us. He got sent to Whitehall after sexually abused every girl at his high school. He was only a freshman. Now he's 20 years old and still making moves on the asylum ladies. Even the nuns.

"You idiot! That was my idea!" I yell at him from my pedestal at the front of the room.

The reason I drove us to Lima was because of Brittany. I still love her. I know if I go to her and try to get her back then she'll spit in my face and run away to call the police. So I need to lead her into my arms.

I turn to face Kurt. "Can we speak in private?"

"Sure," he says. I stand up and we walk to the corner.

"Okay, so I know who your ex-boyfriend is. It's Blaine Anderson. I know. When you got sent to Whitehall, I had already escaped and I came here to Lima and went undercover to school at McKinley," I quickly say. "But I have an idea. You want Blaine back- clearly- and I want Brittany back. -I'll explain later-. So what do you say we get them back?"
"That's stupid. They'll never come to us willingly."
"Exactly," I say deviously. "Willingly."