𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 || a.i

Chapter 7

(Ashton's POV)
⚠️THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES BLOOD, VIOLENCE AND MURDER⚠️

I lay on the floor, thinking about the girl. She was the most exciting thing I've seen ever since I got locked up, the second I saw her I fell in love. Rebbeca. Such a beautiful name for a precious, beautiful thing like her.

I need to see her again, I will see her again. For the past two weeks she's all I've been thinking about, such beauty needs to be protected and cherished. I will be the perfect man for that job, I will call Rebbeca mine and defend her with all my life. But before I can do all that, I have to find a way out of this damned place.

Two nurses barge into my room and quickly lift me up from my place, they take me to Dr. Phil's office the so called 'man who can fix me' the bastard does nothing helpful. He needs to be killed, all he's ever done is discriminate his patients and make fun of them. I want to be the one to take his life and I will.

"Hello Mr. Irwin, I hope you're getting better but knowing you, you probably won't ever."

I look at him and scoff, this was going to be a long 2 hours.

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Dawn arrived and it was time for my night time routine, tonight was going to be the night I escape. I wait in my room patiently for a nurse to escort me, the door swings open and I'm greeted with a new nurse that I've never seen before.

He scratches his head not knowing what to do, must be a new guy.
"Um, how do you usually do this? Do I take you to the showers and help you or just let-"
I cut him off thinking of an immediate plan, I smile "You need to escort me to the bathrooms and leave me be" I said, the guy looks at me hesitantly.

"Okay I guess" he motions me to follow him and we stop at the entrance of the washrooms, I turn to him "first you need to release me of the straight jacket" I said, he soon backs away from me making an anger start to build up inside me.
"What's the matter? I can't shower if I can't use my hands" I laugh, the guy sighs in relief.

"Oh right, my bad sorry" he says, I feel the tightness of the chains around my body loosen. I was free, and the stupid boy was too oblivious to realize what he had done. I take off my straight jacket and throw it on the ground. The guy looks at me with cautiousness.

I laugh at him, "you dumbass, didn't anyone train you" he stares at me with fear in his eyes and begins to run away but before he could have gotten anywhere I yank him back by his hair. Dragging him to the bathroom I push him to the nearest sink and bring his head down with all my force, there was a cracking sound and I saw blood start to ooze out of his forehead. I bang his head again and again until his face began to look red all over, his nose had broken as his teeth had shattered.

He cried as loud as he could, I took a nearby hand towel and shoved it down his throat making him choke. I throw him on the floor and fill up a bathtub with cold water, when it's full enough I stop the running water and forcefully pick up the boy.
"P-please, s-s-stop" he muffled through the rag and I shoved his head in the water, he fought back which only made me want to push him down even deeper. I dug my nails onto the back of his neck leaving fingernail prints. His fighting became weaker and weaker until he eventually went limp, I let him go leaving him there.

I looked at my blood stained hands and rub the liquid all over my face smelling it and enjoying the sensation of power. I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help myself from smiling, I stared back the my own eyes and laughed. I didn't know what was funnier, the fact that the boy was stupid to fall for my trap or the fact of what new ignorant victims await for me once I get out.

I leave and pass the security guard that was asleep on his desk, I take one of his small army knife and jam it through the officers throat awaking him from his nap. He choked on his blood and I watched him suffer, I stroked his head and left.

Pathetic, it was too easy.