Psycho In The Bloodstream

The Psycho

'What the fuck', I mumbled, as we finally reached our destination. It was a shabby, crusty, depressing building made just of stone hidden in some land surrounded by large trees and bushes; so it was almost impossible to reach. It stank of people, people that hadn't showered in what I'd assume is years. I turned to face the prison guard, and he scrunched his face and welcomed me in. My skin crawled as I witnessed the stone door open, hundreds of cockroaches swarming around it. I stumbled in, and shuddered hard. No windows. No food. No water. How was he to expect me to stay here? As I got further in the small building, I noticed many black figures in the pitch black. The figures were shaking, wallowing in their own filth, some even tied up.
'What kind of psycho?' I thought, but those words daren't leave my lips. Getting thrown back into prison was the least of my worries now.
The prison guard lit a few candles, and the colours of the figures became clear to me now. Pale faces, blood on the floor. Skinny, lifeless people too frail and weak to stand.
"What is this?" I asked the guard; there must have been some other explanation than that he had captured innocent people and tortured them. Will he do that to me?
"Chamber." he replied bluntly.
"Who are all these people?" I wondered, stepping further in. All of the near-dead people stared at me, petrified for their lives and in need of help. They were calling for assistance without even speaking.
"Oh, just some criminals," he backed away and locked the door firmly shut, "that chose to escape prison."
He smirked and winked at me, and edged closer towards me. I dodged his every move.
"James, James!" It was that voice again, the voice of nothing, just fear and isolation. Except, this time it wasn't a voice inside my head. It was muffled, yet so familiar. I had heard it millions of times before. I turned around, to see my beautiful, radiant Alyssa tied up in the corner. And that was when I turned full fucking psycho.
"Why have you got my girlfriend in here!" I screamed, my voice deafening the fragile people here, "she's not a criminal!"
I leaned forward and punched him straight in the nose.
"Yes, James!" I heard, again it was muffled but she said it in the same way she always does. I looked over to her and winked.
Whilst the prison guard was recovering, I tried to find a weapon. Self defence, right? Plus, the people locked in here needed food, water and medical treatment... FAST!
I kicked him in the balls, and one of the people handed me a harsh metal pipe, I'd assume he used it to beat them as they were covered in bruises, sores and cuts. I swung the pipe round angrily, perhaps a little too angrily... i heard a high-pitched scream and turned around to see Alyssa laying unconscious on the floor. Maybe I am a monster... but I didn't mean to hurt her!
The prison guard cackled, took the pipe from my hands and snarled, "you won't be saving anyone."