Insanity [Patrick Stump Fanfiction]

III

Enraged screams echoed through the hallway. Screams and growls and everything in between. I could hear the sound of metal hitting metal and bodies hitting the floor. I raced to the patient hall as fast as I could.

Patrick's eyes were bright yellow like an owl's. I've never seen him like this. He claims he doesn't change unless something really pisses him off.

Two men that I've never seen before stormed into Patrick's cell. Patrick looked terrified and angry all at once. They each grabbed one of his arms and dragged him out of his cell. Patrick squirmed and screamed as loud as he could until he pulled himself free and began to sprint away from them.

At the end of the hallway he stopped. His posture reminded me of a bull about to charge. He ran his hand through his hair. I could see him breathing heavily, angrily.

I pushed open the door. "Patrick!" I shouted. His head whipped around. His yellow eyes dimmed to a soft blue-green. I could see his muscles relax. "Behind you!" I screeched. Patrick's eyes changed to bright yellow again.

The men chasing him before jumped on him and tackled him to the ground. Patrick lashed out and growled like an animal. He threw punches with one hand and squirmed around under the weight but he couldn't break free.

"Stop struggling!" One of them ordered. One of the men pinned Patrick's legs to the ground and the other tried to constrain his arms. At that moment, I realized Patrick had only one hand.

Patrick kicked and screamed all while thrashing his arms around and twisting his hips trying to free himself from the iron grasp holding him down.

"You shouldn't be here," a female voice said from behind me.

"I'm sorry but I heard the screaming and I came to see if I could help," I turned around and looked her dead in the eyes.

"They're trained professionals. They've been doing this job probably longer than you've been alive. Now I suggest you go back to what you were doing earlier and forget you ever saw this," Maria sighed. "This isn't a very often occurrence but when he lashes out it becomes violent. I'm surprised this is the first time you've seen him like this, actually." Maria grabbed the sleeve of my shirt and pulled me away from the doorway.

"Pardon us," the shorter of the two carrying Patrick's limp body said. "Just passing through."

I stared at them in horror. "What'd they do to him?" I shrieked.

"He needed to be sedated. He'll be okay in a while," Maria promised. "Will you make sure the rest of the patients make it to their cells?" I nodded and rushed away from her.

Once Maria turned around, I chased after Patrick. They took me down a long, winding hallway to a staircase. I followed them downstairs into the basement.

Left. Right. Right. Left. Right. I followed them down the hallway into a small room. They set Patrick down on a bed and strapped his arms and legs down onto the table.

I watched through the small window on the iron door holding the secrets inside of the room.

I sprinted back to the lobby and collected the patients who were angry about missing game time. With frowns on their faces, I led them to their cells. They protested and tried to bargain with me but I didn't budge. I apologized with a sad smile and locked them up.

I left the patient hall and kept my eye out for Maria. I turned into the corridor holding the basement stairs with a sudden urgency.

There's no turning back. If they catch me, I'm screwed. I groaned and kept moving. Left. Right. Right. Left. Right.

I could hear Patrick pleading with the two who had carried him down.

"You deserve it. We can't allow anger here walking these halls," one of the men bellowed. "The more you cooperate the easier it'll be."

Through the window, I saw wires connected to Patrick's forehead. Now I've seen enough movies to know what was going to happens next. They were going to send electrical impulses through his brain. I didn't think a modern psychiatric hospital would go to such extremes as to keep practices from the 1950's and 1960's. I could report this to the police and get this place shut down.

I pulled out my phone and began to dial the emergency number when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

My heart picked up speed and my palms started sweating. My eyes widened with fear as I looked around for a place to hide.

I ducked into a neighboring room and crouched down behind the door. I could hear them talking.

"Alright, let's do this."

Maria?

"3...2...1... Go."

I could hear the muffled screams coming from Patrick. One of them must've put a hand over his mouth or a cloth down his throat to keep him from alarming the others.

After he quit howling, Patrick panted out a "why?"

"Because. You have an anger issue and by rerouting your brain cells, we can fix the problem. You just need to be patient with us," Maria explained. Her voice was steady and calm. She seemed too used to the screams of agony.

I covered my ears as Patrick's roars split the silence. I could almost feel the electricity radiating through me as it was through Patrick.

I could stop this!

I pulled out my phone again and began to dial the number. Before I could send the call, I heard an unfamiliar voice behind me.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you down here?"