Mad Love

The break in

The next morning I rolled over in my rock hard asylum bed and groaned. Yet another dreadful day locked in with idiots. A clicking noise alerted me out of my daze. A worker came into my room and stared at me. I raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" I said annoyed. "Lunch time sleepy head." I rolled my eyes and got up from the bed. I made my way to the cafeteria behind the employee that had came and gotten me. Through the cafeteria windows I could see Jerome and the rest of his friends seated at a table near the corner. I walked in and was immediately cat called by Jerome. "Hey blondie. Come sit with the cool kids." He laughed crazily. I smiled and giggled myself. I walked over to his table and felt all eyes on me. I took a seat next to him and awkwardly looked at his friends. The rather skinny boy sitting at the table opened his mouth to say something, but just as he did, a mans voice shouted over him. "GREETINGS! I am Zordon, the soul reaper!" I looked over and saw a rather big fellow walk into the cafeteria. He had a bad haircut and reeked of rotten eggs. I was snapped out of my thoughts by an older looking man sitting across from me. "Anyways," He started sounding sarcastic and tired. "As we were saying"- he was immediately cut off by the strange man again. "HEAR ME SLAVES! My patience is wearing thin, surrender your souls to my mercy," He climbed onto the table behind ours and gave an intense look. "Or I swear by the master, I will feast on your pain, gorge on your torment, I shall crush you like a bug!" Jerome looked amused and we both gave each other goofy looks. The smirks on our faces quickly disappeared when the man began coughing and gagging loudly. A heavy blue smoke began coming out of his mouth like a smoke machine. We all stood up and were immediately knocked down with the power of the mist clawing at our lungs. I hit the ground and was knocked out. I must be dead. This is the end for me.