▪Zy▪
*Zy's POV*
"Okay guys? You have to chill a bit. You can't just kill a person cuz he's loud." I said while tying the lifeless body up. Where am I gonna put this now?
"What do you mean you couldn't help it? C'mon I'm the one who's gonna get in trouble. Not you guys. Obviously."
Even I think I'm crazy. "Why am I even talking to you guys?" I questioned as I stuffed the dead body in a metal cabinet big enough for the body. I can't get away from this now. They'll know who I am and I have no choice but to... be a psychopathic-ish criminal? Eh, I'll live to tell the tale.
"Hey! Where the hell do you think you're going? You can't leave!" I screamed as I ran towards the door to lock it. "Going for another kill?! What the hell?! You're crazier than I am!"
"Just the bad people? What the hell do you think you guys are? Invisible Heroes?!" I shouted.
I grabbed a serrated knife from my bag. It was from my uncle. He said he made it himself but I don't believe him. Given the fact that he's afraid of fire and flames. "You're all connected to me right?" I asked and waited for an answer. "Right?" I repeated. "You ain't gonna answer me? Well then." I took the knife and placed the edge on my forearm and threatened to cut it. "I guess I'm right. Let's make a deal. If you kill someone without my consent, we're all gonna get it. Deal?" I offered my hand for them to shake, and they did. "Good. Now, how do we get out of this, what is this and where are we?" I questioned as I looked at the tiled walls which I didn't notice before. "Some kind of operating room or something I guess?"
*knock* *knock*
"Dr. Blythe? How's the patient?" A feminine voice queried. Patient? Is this an asylum of some sort? Nah that's crazy. Well I'm crazy.
"Doctor?" The woman repeated. I could hear the pins of the lock clicking as she inserts a key to unlock the door then the knob turned, the door swung open and a woman with eyeglasses and what seems like a steel binder with a bunch of paper on it came inside. "Um where's Dr. Blythe?" She questioned as she raised her glasses. She walked hastily towards me and repeated the question. "*buzz* Security, I need assistance in Room 23-C. Bring the tasers. *buzz*" Security?! Tasers?! Hell nah!
I faced one of my A's, apparitions, don't judge me I'm not good in naming things or beings, and mouthed 'attack', he nodded in agreement.
Moments later, two huge insanely muscular men with long metal rods, which of course were long range taser sticks, came in. I'm assuming they're security.
"Get him." The woman commanded and one of the guards charged at me whilst holding the taser stick with both hands but, when I was well in range, he suddenly stopped and was dragged backwards. "W-what the h-hell is ha-happening?!" The guard shouted clearly scared. "Well these are just my friends." I said as I crossed my arms.
The guard was then sent flying across the room and landed face first on the floor.
"What are you standing around for?! Get him!!" The woman scolded the other guard but he just stood there. Shocked by what has happened. "I said get hi-" The woman placed her hands near her neck as if she's trying to remove an arm or a hand off her neck to prevent her from choking. "Professor!" The other guard screamed and struck the area near her arms assuming whatever was choking the professor was there but he made a mistake.
In just a snap of a finger, the professor was done for and the guard was thrown to the other side of the room as well.
"Okay enough. It's my turn." I said as I readjusted the knife so that the edge was facing towards me and lunged towards the two guards on the floor. They were both still alive but they're barely moving.
"Hello there boys. Unfortunately for you guys, it's time to say goodbye. Sorry not sorry." I slit both their throats. Blood spewing out and on the floor creating a menacing crimson red pool of blood.
"Aww there's blood on my blade. Anyone got a towel?" I joked around as I inspected my blade.
*alarm* *alarm*
"Well I guess we're done here. C'mon guys, let's get outta here."
Author's note: just in case ya'll are wondering how Faux is pronounced well it's read as foh. See? Easy. Thanks for reading!
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Ficción General"I see them, I hear them, I feel them. But no-one else can. I can't tell you and if I try, you won't understand." -Zy "They're haunting me. This, voice inside my head. It never stops pushing me to my limits. It turns me into the dark person I've a...