I'm Not Insane (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 11 - Escape

Ryan pov

"Let me go!" I scream again, struggling against the men holding me back.

Asher gets rolled away on a table, his face pale and sickly. Guilt rips at my heart, making me scream out again.

I did that. I didn't believe him, until I saw him on the floor, writhing in pain. A dim recollection of me having dreams like this appears in my fuzzy brain, making my heart jolt.

"Sir, what should we do with him?" A nurse asks Doctor Wilson.

"Asher's replacement should be here today, so for now, we should just keep him detained in a straight jacket. Keep guards posted in front of his door, too," Doctor Wilson says. 

The nurse comes over to me and forces me into the jacket. The black smoke coming off me dissipates the moment the jacket comes in contact with my skin. It must dim my ability. Ability... Who would have thought something like this would happen?

The men push me onto the bed, and stand post outside the door. Doctor Wilson is the only one remaining.

"I told you, didn't I, Mr. Smith? You should have behaved. Now Asher could die, and it's all because of you," he says, mock dancing in his eyes.

I growl, feeling rage bubble up inside of me again. 

"What do you plan to do with me?" I ask, wanting the full truth.

Asher tried to give that to you, but you got mad at him and almost killed him. Now you're begging for answers? 

"How much do you know?" He asks skeptically.

"I'm supposed to battle other 'Specials', people like me who have an ability. And you did something that locked away some of my memories. I can only remember as far back as last year," I admit.

"Well, I won't tell you much more than that, but just know that you'll never see Asher again."

I snap my head up at him, my eyes wide. What does he mean by 'I'll never see Asher again'?

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, he's too dangerous for you. He awakened your emotions you kept locked away before, and he's already spilled so much to you. In a few hours, you'll have a new helper."

He starts to walk away, before he chuckles.

"I would usually say this is a waste of time, but in your case, this is almost like a drama movie; it's amusing. Farewell, Ryan," he says, before shutting the door.

I want to scream out in frustration, or hit something, but all I can do is struggle against the straight jacket.

I just hope Asher's okay.

Asher pov

"Stitches! We need stitches!" A foggy voice exclaims, the sound coming out muffled like it's underwater.

Darkness surrounds me, and I find myself almost floating in it. It's like a sea of ink, carrying me along, only to pull me further into it's depths. I want to scream, claw my way out of the dark, but I'm trapped.

"We're losing him, Sir!  He was too exposed to the boy's ability. What do we do?" Another voice asks, only this time it's fainter.

"Asher... stay with us!... Come on...Asher!"

"Asher!"

...

Ryan pov

I stop struggling after a few minutes, instead sitting still and thinking about what has happened this morning. First, I find out I have an ability, and that I have to fight others like me. Will I have to kill them, too? I shiver at the thought, going back to my original thoughts. Now, I'm getting a new helper. What will they be like? Will they be nice, like Asher? Or will they be cruel and cold and just hurry me along so I can fight. I already know they give me meds and patches, but will they give me more?