The Night of The Asylum

Captured

Salem woke, feeling the chains around his torso. He was used to being tied up. It was how he lived. He stared up at the ceiling, which was dripping moisture....  "Is this.....Blood?" Salem hissed in his normal, raspy voice. He coughed. It had been do long since he had tasted blood other than his own.... It had been so long... The red liquid dripped onto his face. He reached to wipe the hair from his face so he could see clearer. Salem twitched his neck. The temperature dropped a good five degrees. He turned to look. That was when he saw his captor.

The tall shadow loomed in the corner, probably wondering how it was going to kill him. He would never let that happen...would he? Salem brushed away his hair and stared at Tue creature in pure terror. I know you might say, Oh but Salem is a cold-hearted killer! How could he be scared?   ...Well...here's how.

The creature turned to Salem, leaving the corner of the room. Salem couldn't feel his broken leg, but it was tearing at him. The bone had completely shattered in his attempt to flee. The creature tilted its shadowy head and poked at his leg. Salem winced. The creature's touch was like ice shards penetrating his flesh. The creature jolted back as Salem tried to hit it. He was angry. All he wanted to do now was see Ringo. "Ringo.....LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO, YOU MONSTER!!! HAHA!!!" His insanity smiled upon him as his morality disappeared from existence.

The color in Salem's face disappeared. His skin became white and insanity creeped up on him. The small scar on his jawbone ripped, making him wince with every screech he drew from his lungs. The creature seemed to tilt its head and stayed back, admiring him in a sort of twisted way.

Salem yanked at his chains. They were iron. Easy. He bit the chains until a link was weakened. His forehead bled from the hairline as he banged his head against the wall in his futile attempt to get free. The link pried open and he was freed from the set of chains around his shoulders.

There was more problems though. There was a chain on his foot, attached to the wall...and he couldn't understand anything. He lunged at the creature, only to scrape against the concrete floor. His eyes were wild, bloodshot, and terrifying. He hissed and grabbed a crowbar on the floor. He hit the chains till they broke.

Smiling, he took another lunge at the shadowed creature. It writhed in pain as Salem stabbed it with the crowbar. He snarled and left the creature for dead. Salem looked around the tiny, blank room. It was normal, the blank rooms. But being confined was horrible to him. He stalked like a lion, looking for an exit. His pupils tiny drops of ink on a canvas, they darted ignoringly of the creature. The creature got up and foolishly went to what seemed to be a door. The creature disappeared beyond the door. Salem raced to the door, slamming his fists into the solid wood that he felt....   ...wood..... He grabbed the crowbar and hacked at the door till it fell. Wincing, he dragged his crippled leg out and back into an unfamiliar wood.