The Dark Mark

Could've killed her

Mark -

Another day of this hell hole - but with a twist. A new guard was arriving today, and as always, I was going to get rid of them. The other guards left all the same way. DEAD. They were the same, every last one of them. Bossy, mean and think they know it all. Just because I was in here, didn't mean I had any less knowledge like them out there. Yes, I might be 'mentally unstable', but I wasn't daft.

We'll see who's mentally unstable.

For now, however, I have to wait for therapy. I'm not scared of much, no way. It's just therapy. A shiver of fear runs down my spine at the thought of it, of how they send electric waves through my brain, how they shock me after every wrong answer I give when they question me. Some of the therapy they give me I swear is illegal, but I wouldn't know seeing I'm stuck here.

The time I waited seemed to stretch to hours, but I still sat there - waiting, listening. Until I heared footsteps in the hall. They were female. I only knew that because the heels echoed through the building.

Ugh, therapy troupe is here.

My steel door creakily opened and a young woman stepped inside. With her was two heavily armed security guards - probably because I've battered a few of them in the past when I refused going to therapy. Nowadays I go quietly and get it over with.

"Mr. Fischbach, you're moving to a new room. The glass room"

I ran her words through my mind several times before realising what she said. I was MOVING. Yes!!! Jumping up with incredible speed, I ran up to the door and stopped in my tracks. The guards were stood in front of the nurse. She walked in front of them, straight jacket in hand.

Straight jacket?! I flung my arms in the air and pushed myself into a corner, screaming uncontrollably. The nurse came closer and tried to get me into the the piece of monstrosity. Petrified, I through a punch at her. My fist connected with her nose and she fell to the ground, crimson blood all over the floor.

Blood...blood. I stared at the red liquid spilling from the nurse's obviously broken nose. Finish her. The voice inside my head whispered. My hand twitched and I looked in the guards direction.

Only one. But there was two...

Before I could think about finding the second guard, he grabbed my shoulders and forced me to the ground. It was such a force that it could've broke them.

I laughed phsychotically at him. An evil smile washed over me as I faced the nurse, clearly unconsious and lying drenched in her own blood. I huffed at the achievement. I could've torn her apart limb by limb or stole a weapon from a guard and stabbed her senseless. But a second guard had to spoil the fun.