Creaks, screeching and howling wind whips around a decrepit stone building. A cheap lighter only allowing a dim yellowish hue to guide your way. With the power knocked out, likely due to the storm, you roam through the halls searching for the head office. Knowing that there is a limited amount of fluid left in the lighter, you hurry. The ever lessening light isn't your only insentive. Being on the third floor is a factor as well. It's where the more extreme patients are held. With the power out, the patients' rooms are unlocked. Obviously created as a safety feature; currently ironic as it now has the opposite affect for employees like yourself.
You didn't mean to stay as long as you did. The night shift tends to be uneventful except for a few nightmare striken patients. But those only occur in the early hours after lights out. You were doing your last rounds and only needed to punch out the two week slot on your time card before heading home. That was put on hold the second power cut out.
CRASH!
You scream, tensing up as a loud metal crash resonates behind you. Whipping around you extend the flame out infront of you; possibly as a light and weapon. Thunder clashes overhead as a warning before lightning fills the hallway just quick enough for you to see someone. A lean man dressed in a long, white labcoat, and surgical mask; stands at the end of the ilse. His hair is disheveled: like it has been torn at and unkepted. His deep, hallow eyes stare into you like daggers. Immediately you know this is not any of the physicians.
Darkness ingulfs you once more. Your breath and heart rate quickens as adrenaline takes over. You quickly start running in the opposite direction when heavy footsteps make their way towards you. The lighter long forgotten as your only worry is getting to safety. You scrape and tear your hands; feeling your way along against the rough concrete walls. They sting and burn but you keep going; trying to find a safe place to hide. The loud rumbles and howling wind does not compare to the haunting click of footsteps constantly behind you.
Suddenly you fall into the wall and hit the concrete floor. You crawl forward but the ground suddenly dips down to another ledge.
'The stairwell' joy shoots through you as safety is at the tip of your fingers.
A cold, calloused hand suddenly grips your ankle, dragging you back out into the hallway. Kicking and screaming you try to break away with no avail. You wrestle over onto your back, trying to get into a better fighting postion. The man lets go which plunges you back into darkness. You continuously kick out into the darkness, hoping to find your target. Without success: quickly you get up and run back to the stairwell. You bound down the steps more than two at a time; almost tripping over yourself in your hurry.
Once you reach the first floor there is no time to catch your breath. You rush over to the dimly lit security door and grasp for your identification tag.
'No!'
Horror seeps into your veins when you can't find it. Quickly you pat yourself down seeing if it clipped somewhere else. Footsteps suddenly sound from behind you.
"Looking for something sweatheart?", a chilling, gravel shreaded voice comes from behind you. You completely freeze in fear; not even a breath escaping to relieve the terror seeping through your veins. Echos clash around the stairwell as he roughly grabs your arm spinning you around, pushing you against the solid security door. The wind knocks out of your body causing you to gasp; fighting for new air. With wide eyes you finally get a good look at the patient's face.
Deep, bloodshot, sullen eyes capture your attention first. They, unblinkingly, stare back. Almost as if they were glass. His sucken face, bleached, upkept mat of hair and the ghostly white face mask cause him to look even more inhumane.
"Why did you even try running? You're a smart girl, must have known I'd find you."
You can only stare back in fear. Like your soul is too scared of saying anything that could make this situation worse. The man reaches into one of the lab coat pockets and fishes out your id tag by the lanyard. His eyes glide left to right, calm but focused, as he skims over what was your way out of this new found hell.
"Y/N, such a beautiful name."
He brings his eyes back to yours as the calmness that once settled there quickly leaves and something else takes its place.
"You didn't answer my question Y/N. Why did you run away from me?"
You open your mouth to respond but only a squeak escapes.
"Are you scared of me?", he asked as he moves closer to your face. "Afraid that I'll hurt you?"
You slowly and timidly nod your head. Hating to admit your fear but knowing that it was already obvious and that by not answering him he might lash out. He stares back at you; his glassy eyes piercing into yours, and smirks.
"Good, that's the way I like it."
Suddenly he grabs your shoulders and whips you into the door. Your head ricochets from the impact causing you to go unconscious.
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Asylum (Min Yoongi ff)
Fanfiction[Completed] You are a new nightshift nurse at a psychiatric hospital. A fluke storm's sets the scene and the events that unfold. Here you come face to face with dangerous, high class-level patient, Min Yoongi.
