Mad mind's and forgotten soul's.

Of beginnings and ending's...

The dark blue sky was alight with the stars as trees billowed in the cold breeze and leaves fell down from the arms of thier wooden mothers. The lively sound of vehicle's accompanied the scenery with joyous laughter and occasion outside of a large gymnasium. The building was adorned with banner's and several other decorations all commerating the school's 2020 prom. People were outside chuckling and smiling as some were dressed in dresses and suit's. all whom had atteneded were sadly unaware of a strange light orange glow that had begun to rise from beyond a bathroom window. the gentle crackling of laughs as the outsides soon entered the building. the night soon continued on as the glow soon encased the prom..and the tree's and birds were the only ones left to bare witness to the deafening crackling and screams sounding from the building, the orange glow flickered and spread, consuming the building with fury and its terrible hunger. as the wood popped loudly with screams and wood crashing down, birds flew away. not wanting witness what became of the gymnasium..when the flames hunger finally died. and its life fizzled out. there was not but cinder and incinerated futures...

It had been a crisp autumn day, the sun was shining as children's laughter filled the air along with the mechanical drone of traffic that accompany them. However adjacent to them was the Denisville Insane Asylum the concrete walls prevented their joy filled voices from reaching much further, only those who were nearest to thier barred windows could they faintly hear what was left. a figure was inside a room waiting, leaning against the wall as they sat on their bed. the figure seemed to be a young man in his late 20's. easily around 6 foot 2, light green eyes, deep brown hair, and pale white skin dressed in the blue paitent shirt, and blue sweatpants. He was staring at the door as he gently scratched the side of his face, He gently rocked himself side to side. "..tick...tock.." He watched the clock in room, continuing his rhythm. "..tick....tock..." he was quiet, soon however the door clicked loudly as it opened, its hinges screeching as someone entered speaking with a gentle yet firm tone. "Hello Mr. whitaker, how are you doing today?" Whitaker sighed. tiredly. "...Im fine, good morning, Mr Liam. how are you?" Liam gently spoke yet again. "Im quite fine whitaker. would you like to let me lead you toward the cafeteria?" After a moment. Whitaker soon sighed and after a moment of thinking responded. "I would prefer to walk around the garden" Liam nodded and he exited the room but held the door open for whitaker. Whom quietly got up and quietly stumbled out of the room, An air of exhaustion about him. Doctor Liam procceded to lead him out into what many would assume is a garden, but the occupants of this aslyum would think of it as a yard. Birds skittered across the sky going from branch to branch, not paying much attention to the critters playing among the flourishing flowers. Several paitents were sitting among the flowers offering feed to the various wildlife in the peaceful enclousure, Whitaker's eyes flickered among the paitents noting a few in a group talking hushedly. However one he noticed was a man around the age of 29. with light brown hair and a bit of stubble having grew on his face with emereld green eyes. he was staring into space quietly. occasionally flickering his eye's to the several paitents and what wildlife came near him of which he gently shoed away. Whitaker knew the man to be Hoffman, he didnt quite know as to why the man had been admitted as he was quite secretive. unwilling to share much information about himself. Which made whitaker all the more curious of the man. But he wouldnt pry as he sat next to him. Hoffman regarded him with a nod deciding to be silent. Whitaker quietly opened his pocket and pulling a somewhat smashed small chocolate cupcake, Which hoffman eyed. Whitaker gently pulled it apart and offered him half. As if a peace offering, which after a moment hoffman gently took with a slight grumble of thanks, his voice somewhat deeper then whitakers. Hoffman in returned moved over so whitaker would be able to sit beside him. To which whitaker happily did. They sat in silence for a while, hoffman eyeing the group and the doctor's quietly, As if planning something out. whitaker decided to take initiative to speak first. "Good morning hoffman." his tone was one of care. while hoffman soon responded "..Good morning whitaker. how are you?" whitaker smiled softly. happy for hoffman to reply. "Im good, thank you for asking. how are you?" hoffman sighed. "Im fine. thanks...any idea when we are Suppoused to meet darnell?" Darnell was thier psychatrist, He had decided lately to try a bit of group therapy with the both of them. Whitaker didnt know but he could guess. "soon.. maybe 5 minutes?" They both sighed. and hoffman streached tiredly. they waited and soon darnell exited in a plaid outfit with a professional yet approchable demeanor. he was pale and had bright ginger hair, he had light blue glasses and an air of calm following him as he quickly approched him. "Greetings Mr. Whitaker and Mr. Hoffman, Would you two like to meet in my office?" Whitaker and hoffman both nodded and got up. As darnell left to lead the way they followed him. As they traveld through the lanaloium hall, camera's flickering as they focused on them. Orderlies dotted the hall as a careful safety regard, in case of paitents lashing out and needing to be restrained. They soon entered a carpeted room. A desk sat firmly in the center, several paintings were around often depicting clouds and mountains, and three chairs. one was behind the desk made of leather, the other two had also been made of leather. They each took their seat sitting down, As Darnell sat down he pulled a file out from his desk and began shuffling through it before placing it on the desk. then speaking them both. "Morning Mr. Whitaker and Mr. Hoffman, how did you both sleep?" Whitaker was hesistant for a moment before speaking. "..Not so good." Hoffman noddes along with Whitaker, agreeing that he didnt sleep well either. Darnell set back and took out a pen and note pad. "..Did you both have nightmare's again?" Whitaker nodded while hoffman was a bit silent, but soon he nodded aswell. Darnell looked towards hoffman. "..What nightmare did you have hoffman?" Hoffman looked at Whitaker out of the corner of his eye. "..Same as i always do Dr. Darnell" Darnell knowing he rather not discuss it infront of Whitaker, simply nodded. He then looked to Whitaker. "What did you dream of Mr. Whitaker?" Whitaker was silent for a long moment, Then when choosing to speak he was interrupted by a voice over the intercom "All personal lock your door's. A small riot is underway." Hoffman got up far quicker then the rest and locked the door knob. He then set down with whitaker to listen to darnell. Whitaker slowly chose to speak again. tripedation causing him to stutter. "O-Of the usual stuff...e-except my sister was there." Darnell nodded writing it down quietly. before the voice came back over the intercom. a crashing in the background. "All personal lock your door's, do not try to escape, call the police and wait for further instr-" The intercom cut out. causing whitaker to look at it with worry and darnell take out his phone listening to instruction. Darnell soon spoke "There is a riot underway at denisville asylum, please hurry." Quickly however the intercom spoke again. this time a joyous yet cold female voice. "There is no need to hide dearie's. come on out to play, But as for you, you cruel doctors. Its time for you to be the paitents. and us? Your tourmentors" She giggled shrilly as the lights cut out sinking asylum into darkness. in the background the sounds of screams and meat tearing echoed. The previoud male announcer was in the background pleading but soon swift blows came down on him. The sounds of bones snapping and meat tearing echoed throughout the audio system and then it shut off. Whitaker stared wide eyed in fear at the intercom. Darnell was nasueous. And Hoffman stared at thr intercome with his brow furrowed making a plan in his head....Suddenly the door Jumped with an loud thud. And after a moment of silence. The door shook from the force of the blow again. This time about to break. causing darnell and whitaker to stand up. whitaker grabbing a pen scared, but willing to fight. Darnell was scared and was looking through his drawers for something. and Hoffman picked his chair up slamming it on the ground. picking up a jagged chair leg and staring at the door holding it both his hands. The door shooked and finally fell to the ground...And soon the darkness of this aslyum would tear this little pocket of light down to its last atom.