Pulse and Perish || Luke Brooks.

Chapter 2

Thought you all deserved a double update *awkward smile*

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Luke's POV:

"Get up brooks it's time for your kitchen shift" a guard belts on my door with some sort of stick.

I groan "Mm.."

"Brooks get up now!"

"I'm fucking up you dick!" I yell throwing my pillow at the door to shut the dude up.

I'm escorted towards the kitchen "hey ease up pal" I spit towards the guard and his monstrous hand around my upper arm.

"Nice to see you again brooks, you know the drill so get a wriggle on" a nurse says giving me a stupid smile. I groan and walk off to a bench station and start rolling out sticky shitty dough.

"Did you punch out your own mother like you're punching out that dough brooks" a smart-ass looking kid around my age stands smug on the other side of the station.

"Excuse me" I snap

"I heard you knocked out your mum, that's pretty fucked up man" the boy crossed his arms

"Stay the fuck out of my business kid or I'll end you right here" I yell shoving him against a stone wall making the boy chuckle in accomplishment

"Clifford you know better than to stir him" a nurse shakes her head in disappointment.
"I'll be seeing you brooks" Michael smirks and pushes himself out of my grip and walks out into the monotonous corridors.

I scoff at his smart-ass ways trying to test me and head back to my station for the last 5 minutes of my shift. I cautiously look around the kitchen looking for something I can collect and use in the future to break out of this loony house. I spot a utensil tray and smile to myself.

I volunteered to help clean up this grubby kitchen out of my oh so 'good will', after the kitchen was decent we group of patients were sent out to our cells. I dragged myself to the back of the line and quickly slipped myself behind a tall figure tray of resting bread and impatiently waited for the last nurse to leave.

Once the coast was clear I made my way to the utensil tray sitting in plain view. I chuckle to myself as I pick up a sharp knife small enough to hide in my clothes but big enough to use. I slip the knife down my side, the hem of my pants holding the blade in place, just before I slide my shirt down a nurse returns for whatever fucking reason and spots my actions.

"HELP! Somebody help! The demon has a kni-"

"shut up lady!!" I growl as place my hand over her mouth.

She struggles. "HEL-"

I feel my unholy spirit taking the best of me.
"This is just too easy" he chuckles and wraps my hands around her neck and chin and snaps it sidewards with ease.

"Way too easy" I shallowly laugh as her lifeless body slams on the ground.

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Alisha POV

I start work at 8:30 every morning, from Monday up until Saturday. I'm lucky to get a day off at least once a week, working at a mental institution is like working at a daycare full of adults. You have to be thoughtful of every word and action around the patients. I love my job, but I'm terrified of it at the same time. As a psychiatrist at the Los Angeles mental institution I hear sweet, sad and horrific stories from patients everyday, I witness things no person should, but it's just another day of my life.

"Alright I'm heading off" I call out shoving my keys in my bag

"Bye Alisha!" My brother Cody replies from the bathroom.

I walk through the front entrance of the institution and already I can hear a racket going on
"Morning guys" I yawn waving at Justin and Pete.
"Morning Alisha, how are you today?" Justin smiles walking by my side.

"Just a little tired, thankyou for asking" I let out a small laugh.
"I heard about that situation between you and that psychopath kid" Justin frowned.
"It's fine really" you smile, Justin nods and you walk in silence to the staff room.

I hate that word. Psychopath.
These people can't help it. I don't think anyone should be labelled. But then again I'm a softy.

I sit at a table eating some raisin toast before I start my first session with a patient, scrolling on my phone, catching up with friends via social media, something I haven't done in a while.
"Man that Justin guy.. He's really somethin" a dark voice chuckles from the staff room entrance.

"What do you think you're doing in here? How did you even get out of your cell?" I ask rising from my seat.
"I had kitchen duty" luke shrugs

.. "and .. I wanted to hang out" luke looks up with a smirk.
"Lovely, and if you wanted to hang out its best if you arrange a session with me in my office instead of lurking about which can lead to nasty consequences Brooks" I sigh walking over to luke to escort him back to his cell. Luke promptly walked past my body and sat in a swivel chair across from where I was originally sitting and took a bite of the left over toast.

"Sit" luke blankly says pointing effortlessly at the seat across from him, I frown and slowly sit down in the seat and knead my hands together. "Someone will come in you know" I groan

"Oh don't worry babe no one is coming in here anytime soon" he smirks

"W-why?"

"They're all in the kitchen" luke smiles
"Don't worry we have plenty of time to talk" Luke's eyes grow darker

"You're an interesting girl Miss Alisha" luke speaks again

"How so?"

"I've been watching you and the way you do things" luke cocks his head to the side
"Brooks you've only been here roughly 3 days, you don't know me" I laugh at him.

"Ah but I do baby, and I think you and I, are going to get along very well"