{3} Flashback pt.2

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Anti jerked awake, panting and looking around the room as he continued to jerk. Sweat drained from every pour in his body as his eyes darted around the blank white room.
He started to breath heavy, looking down at his clothes to see they had been changed to crisp, white scrubs.
Anti tried to sit up, but was stopped by the leather straps that held his limbs to the bed.

"What the fuck?..." he mumbled, jerking his head up quickly to the sound of the door opening.

A lady stepped in, wearing a brighter more decorative type of scrubs. She had long brown hair in a bun and beautiful, big brown eyes. She gave him a small smile as she dragged over a cart covered in many different items, including sharp objects and a clipboard. The lady stopped as soon as she got to Anti, pulling the cart around to her.

"Hello, sir. I'm going to be your nurse while your here. If you wish, you can call me Signe. You don't even have to speak to me." She then began to write things on the clipboard, taking quick glances over at Anti to check him over.

Singe then flicked out a flash light shining it into his green irises, smiling when they shrunk from the light. She put it back and began to write things down. Anti blinked repeatedly, wanting so desperately to rub his eyes.

"Your part demon aren't you? Yeah.
We got another guy like that. He's a pretty crazy one too. Drugs don't work on him. But-he did earn his right to come out of his room. And so will you."

Singe then began to poke and prod at him with these random pieces of metal equipment. Anti never once moved, but after a while, he finally spoke up.

"Where. The hell am I?" He asked, eyes darting directly to her. Singe popped her head in his direction, shocked he had spoken.

"Cincinnati Psyche Ward. You're a threat and danger to all society. We can't just have you roaming the streets." Singe then gave him a small smile.

Anti sighed softly, looking away from her and up at the ceiling. He had really been caught. He thought this would've​ been a part of his dark,  demented little dream. But no. He was caught. No Felix to save his ass now.
Anti's ​eyes then darted back over to her. She was a pretty one. If he weren't chained up and had his bat, he'd probably smack that head around the baseball diamond.

Singe sighed as she stood up strait.
"Well, I'm finished here buddy. I'll get out of that brown hair of yours. Once I leave, your straps will come undone and you can freely move around your  room. Lunch will be in a few minutes. No utensils for you. You're on the liquid and hand food diet for now." She swirled the cart around, about to leave.

Anti groaned​ softly, blurting out, "Anti."

Singe whipped around to face him,
"Excuse me?"

"Anti. Call me Anti."

Singe nodded with a small smile and exited the room, leaving Anti to do what he pleased. Once the door was shut and Anti heard the click of the lock, the straps on his wrist released him. Anti sat up in his seat and began to rub his sweaty and chaffed wrist.
Anti then stood up from his bed, his legs very wobbly and shaky feeling.

As he looked around the room, he began to reflect on what Singe had said. She said another guy was like him. But how did she know he was part demon?

"It's the green irises and black eyes, you moron." The voice in his head mocked him.

"Oh shut the hell up!" Anti yelled aloud, trying to speak to the voice.
He then noticed he was just talking to himself so he cleared his throat.

Anti walked over to the door and peeped through the small, square shaped window. He could see patients and staff alike walking past the doors.
He turned slightly to get a better view of the area.He saw a couple couches and chairs. Along with tables, a television, and lots of craft thing's.
At one of the tables closest to the telivison, he saw a sort of built man watching the news. He had fluffy black hair and a small amount of scruff on his face.

He must of noticed Anti looking at him because he looked right over at his window. His bright reddish gold eyes flaring as he stared at Anti.
Anti gasped and stumbled back from the door a bit, feeling his head pound. He grabbed at his brown locks tugging fiercely. That must be the other guy the nurse was talking about.

"I got to get out of this room." Anti thought to himself.

"Guess I'm gonna have to play nice." He sighed.

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