MidKnight: The Asylum [FINISHED]

Chapter 8: Regret

Felix had landed Harold in solitary confinement again, this time it was for 2 days. That medicine that Danielle was talking about, a couple months ago, the one he'd been giving to 'keep him calm', Harold assumed those kept his personalities hidden and that since 2 months had past, it'd worn off by now. It could've been something else, but what? This is all he could think of that was even the slightest bit normal.
The warden entered the cell, hands deep into his pockets. He just stopped and stood in the doorway. "What the hell, boy?" he asked in a disappointed tone.
"Wasn't me."
"Clearly. Why are you the one in this cell then?"
"That dickwad's in a cell, too."
"No, he isn't."
"I know you want to piss me off, but I'm afraid you won't. I already know he's in a cell. Both parties to participate in a fight are locked up until the authoritative figures determine what went on and decide who to punish. That's how these things go."
"Damn."
"But that wasn't me."
"What are you talking about?"
"You're aware I have Multiple Personality Disorder? Why am I asking--They're popping out and talking to me again. Your little medicine you gave me wore off."
"Medicine?"
"You know I know about that, too. To keep me under control? Ring a bell?"
"Oh, that."
"Yeah, that. It was my alternate personality named Felix."
"Well, I don't give a damn what his name is."
"Good for you. Look, you need to get me another dose of those meds."
"Why should I do you any solids?"
"I don't know. I can handle the solitary, I don't mind, really. But if you don't, more accidents like that are gonna happen and more and more patients are going to get killed if my personalities continue to pop out and take control of this body. But, by all means, keep that medicine away from me. It'd be a very intelligent move on your part."
The warden thought for a minute in silence, staring at nothing. "First, I'm aware you're not unbothered by solitary, after 2 months in here anyone would lose it. I don't care who you are, MidKnight or not, you hate it. But, you do prove a good point. I'll get you that medicine, we're trying to make it last over a period of 4 months, at least. It's proving difficult but I'll have it to you by the time you get out of here." The warden agreed as he headed for the door. Before pressing the buzzer, he stopped and turned to face Harold again. "But, let's clear something up here," he began, "I'm not helping you; I'm not on your side, and I am most definitely not your friend, ally or anything less than Warden. Clear?"
"Crystal." Harold agreed. Harold didn't want or need the Warden as a friend or ally, he has been controlling him since they'd met. Harold has been making his moves for him, no existing friendship was required. Plus, the Warden was an idiot.
Harold did his time right after getting out after doing his first set of time. Every day was a painful 12 hours, he couldn't tell when day turned to night, all he heard was Felix and Maroon going back and forth, both taking shots at each other and him with insults that barely made a dent because he'd heard it all before.
Neither of them wanted to take control of the driver's seat, though. Not even when the nurses brought his crappy lunch in to eat. That surprised him the most out of anything, usually Felix wanted to kill some sort of doctor.
Felix told a fake story about an "old story he wrote when he was young", which was a stupid claim for obvious reasons. Except, both of the 2 days, Felix wouldn't shut up about the book, he emphasized each detail so much that Harold actually managed to memorize it, which he wasn't happy about--he didn't necessarily memorize it willingly or on purpose. Apparently it was some sort of "sequel to an original story he'd written", but, in reality, it was just a sequel to the Three Little Pigs.
"Almost everybody knows the story of The 3 Little Pigs, but do you know what they went through after they got rid of the first threat, the wolf? I bet you don't. After the 3 little pigs began living with one another in the brick house, it became crowded, a lot more crowded. The 2 pigs that had moved in with their pig pal decided it was past time to move on and construct their own brick houses. So, that's exactly what they did.
"Felix the Pig, the one with the first brick house helped them move their stuff outside and assisted them with getting started. Freddy the Pig, the little pig who had owned and constructed a straw house before, was ahead of Fitzpatrick, who had the house made of sticks before. Freddy was nearing the end of the process, already setting up the roof to his soon-to-be new home. Fitzpatrick was still performing the next step, adding a second layer of bricks to the perimeter.
"The sun was beginning to set, worrying Fitzpatrick. He thought he'd conquered his fear of wolves, but now that he was alone and vulnerable in the dark, it returned.
"Felix darted out of his house screaming as loud as his little pig lungs could handle. "Evacuate!" he hollered. Freddy snorted. Felix sharply turned his head to Freddy. "Don't laugh! This is serious!"
Freddy threw his arms up in confusion. "We're pigs! We snort, it's what we do!"
Fitzpatrick threw his head back and laughed. "Like mom said, as long as it's not white powder you're snorting."
Freddy turned to Fitzpatrick, "We have a mom?!" he asked.
"Guys," Felix intervened, "I just got a call from the town,"
"We have a phone?!" Freddy demanded. "This is a whirlwind."
"They said humans are attacking and invading the town and hurting the townspeople!"
"What is this 'humans' you speak of?" Fitzpatrick asked.
"We have to flee!" Felix ordered.
"Ugh, I despise flees." Freddy groaned. Felix was becoming severely impatient and frustrated with his brothers. Why could they not be serious for 2 minutes?
"Eye on the ball, guys!" Felix shouted. "Pack up, we need as many things possible."
"Things, eh?" Freddy asked.
"We leave in 10!" Felix squealed, marching back into his brick house, slamming his door shut.
Fitzpatrick laughed out loud. "He is way too serious about this!"
Freddy rolled his eyes. "Meaning?"
"We're almost 35 minutes out of the range of the town. They can't even reach us, we'd be fleeing and packing up for nothing." Fitzpatrick giggled.
"They could reach us." Freddy protested.
"Perhaps, but if they didn't know we were camping out this far out, then why would they feel the need to travel this far out?" Fitzpatrick explained. He had a point. Freddy nodded his head in agreement.
"I'm going to have some things packed, just in case." Freddy said.
"Whatever, I'm gonna catch a couple Z's. Night."
"Goodnight."
"20 minutes passed and Felix was long gone. Freddy was pacing back and forth inside his house and Fitzpatrick had finished constructing his house by this time and was snoring up a storm. Freddy then heard a noise outside, or noises. He approached his window and scanned the area around their 3 homes. He saw torches off in the distance, they were being raised in the air by figures, but he was unable to determine just what the figures were. It was almost completely pitch black outside, and even the wild, burning flames couldn't shine enough to reveal anything about those figures. But, if he knew anything about them, he knew there was a lot of them, a horde of them.
"Freddy hurriedly packed up his things into a tiny knapsack, sped over to the front door and left, rushing over to Fitzpatrick's house. As lazy as he was, Freddy could not deny the fact that his brother's home had turned out quite nicely.
"He knocked with a harshness in his hooves. Maybe it was fear, anger at his brother for lying to him, anxiety, who knows. All Freddy knew was Fitzpatrick needed to wake up and answer the door so they could evacuate.
"He heard his brother groan inside the house, he was awake. As Fitzpatrick opened the door, Freddy allowed himself to come inside, he didn't have the time to request it.
"Yo, what are you doing, Fred?" Fitzpatrick demanded. Freddy pointed out the window.
"Look outside!" he said, his voice trembling. Fitzpatrick made his way over to the window, as he did, Freddy could hear his horrified gasp. He saw, he knew.
"Fitzpatrick, you lied! You said they wouldn't come, you said they wouldn't be here! You didn't even know! Why would you tell me such a thing you weren't even sure of?" Freddy screamed at his brother.
Fitzpatrick is such a moron! Now both of our lives are in danger! Freddy thought to himself. He should've never listened to him. He should have expected this.
"I-I-I didn't think they would..." Fitzpatrick stammered.
"Yeah, I got that!" Freddy shouted. "Pack your things, we need to go, now!"
"Fitzpatrick did as his brother told him. He hated being the youngest, his ideas were always put down and insulted and he couldn't ever do anything right. He packed up his essentials and followed his brother out the door. But, when they finally left the house, the crowd was far too close for them to run away and expect to survive. The figures, they were humans. They had meat cleavers, knives, weapons, all with serrated steel. They were targeting all pigs, it was a slaughter.
"Oh my god," Fitzpatrick gasped, "W-W-What do we d-do?" Freddy turned to his younger brother, shaking his head.
"I-I-I have no idea, I was hoping you'd thought of something." he told him, expecting an idea. Fitzpatrick didn't give him one, only attitude.
"What, now you want to hear what I have to say?"
"Hey, I listened when you said we should stay here didn't I?"
"Yeah, look how that worked out!" Fitzpatrick fired back. "It didn't!"
Freddy began pacing the room in a panic again, hyperventilating like crazy. Fitzpatrick took his brother by the shoulders, firmly gripping, pressing into the bone. "Freddy, calm yourself, we will get out of this mess! We will, okay? We just need to think of something." he released his brother's shoulders.
"Freddy nodded repeatedly, trying his hardest to think of an idea. Eventually, he turned to the door, swung his bag onto his shoulder, and turned the knob. Fitzpatrick's eyes popped out of his head, "What are you doing?!" he cried. His brother glanced back at him and grinned. "This is my idea." he stated.
"What? Why?!"
"Never said it was a good one." Freddy answered, running out of the doorway as fast as his little pig legs could propel him. Fitzpatrick bolted after him, stepping where he did, turning the same directions he did until he eventually caught up with him.
"They continued maneuvering through the crowd, passing by all of the stomping feet for what felt like ages. There were so many, too many. Then, they heard a faint screaming noise. Not like, 'screaming' screaming, more like an odd battle cry. Then, 5 more voices joined in on the battle cry, then 5 more, then an additional 2 voices. What was going on?
"From the ground view, the 2 brothers began seeing more and more humans in the distance of the crowd falling back in the grassy field. The falling grew closer. Then, Freddy noticed that a group of other pigs were knocking the humans down, fighting them, taking a stand against the enemy. So, Fred and Fitzpatrick helped their fellow pigs take down the butchers. Soon enough, they had beaten those monsters, all of them out cold.
"The 2 could see their eldest sibling within the crowd. Felix came back for them, rescued them!
"Felix!" Fitzpatrick called out. Felix turned to the 2, made his way through the group of piglets and embraced his brothers in a hug, probably the warmest they've ever shared.
"You two really need to learn to listen to me." he told them.
"We know." Freddy and Fitzpatrick replied in unison. "We will."
"Wait!" Another pig from the group called out, "look, wolf!" And all the pigs began screaming, running away from the big, bad wolf." The story was incredibly stupid, but listening to it two times. Honestly, the story annoyed Harold even more than Felix did, especially because he named a pig after himself and still won't get off of his high horse.
Luckily, he didn't have to stay isolated in that cell for as long as he did the previous time and he returned to his original cell. But more importantly, he returned to his mattress. He fell asleep on that mattress once he got back, plopping down, face first, blacking out as soon as he hit the pillow. Not long after, the Warden stopped by his cell with the medication. Harold initially thought it would be medicine in pill form, but this was another syringe. He'd never trusted the Warden, but he did agree to allow him to inject it into his veins.
Nothing bad happened when he did, but it finally shut Felix and Maroon up, at last. They were finally silenced, they'd only been around for over 2 days but he was already being driven crazy by their reappearance. He was honestly grateful, not to the Warden, he'd done that because of the grip Harold had on his mind. No, he was grateful that this medicine existed in the first place.