•°•A Place For Insane•°•

3. Let Me Hear Those Vocals!

"You laugh a lot at the things I say. Guess I'm that amusing."

"You have no idea."

"But I am right, aren't I?"

"No. You're wrong. Thats why its fucking hilarious." He tells me. Seeing my uncomfortable look, he sighs and starts explaining. "Have you ever talked to a super religious old man that would just... I don't know, constantly shove God down your throat?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Well, think of this nuthouse like a church, and think of Prottye as the God. And every psycho bitch we meet in this murder hole, is the religious old man."

"So everyone believes that... if you try to leave this place, you're stopped to go to..."

"Hell." He and I say at the same time. "Exactly. Except they'll try to kill us to send us there whether you want to believe it or not. Religious old men aren't that dramatic." He says sarcastically.

"Fine." I give in.

"Oh shit, would you look at that. The midget can admit that she's wrong." He smirks.

The rest of the walk is silent. After what feels like forever, we stop when we see a door.  It looks like one of those doors you see in schools, ones that close slow, and are a beige color. I look around to see if there's any other doors, but the hallway ends here.

Aaron rattles the doorknob, trying to open the door. When it doesn't budge, he tskes a step back and positions his axe to the attacking position. He roars and breaks the lock down with his axe, over and over again, until the door is missing the entire lock section. He shoves it open and I follow him in.

"Is that an auditorium?" I ask.

"Duh." Aaron rolls his eyes. I scowl.

"I've never seen an auditorium with tiled floors." I observe. The chairs in the auditorium are wooden, all colored brown. The floor, however, consists of black and white tiles. "Weird." I remark. He rolls his eyes.

"I bet you haven't seen what an axe could do to your face either, pipsqueak. But you will see it if you don't hurry the fuck up!" He raises his voice. I scoff and silently walk after him.

I observe the auditorium. As we walk, I notice that one of the black tiles seems a little shifted, and rising up,  unlike all the other ones. Just before I can point it out though,  Aaron steps directly on it.

In a heartbeat, a large crate lands on the tiled floor, trapping him. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Aaron yells. I gasp, and stop walking. Just then a shrieky laugh comes from the end of the auditorium. A tall woman with short blond hair comes out from the end of the auditorium with a huge grin on her face.

"OH YOU BITCH! LET ME GO!" Aaron yells at the woman.

"Now now, Aaron. That is no way to speak to a lady!" She shrieks. Her voice is very high pitched, and in the wide auditorium the sound multiplies by a tenfold.

"What in the fuck is going on here?!" Aaron yells. "Let me go! LET ME GO!"

"My, my." She rolls her eyes and then tuts him mockingly, and then turns her gaze towards me. "He has the worst manners, doesn't he?" She grins. "Aaron, Aaron, Aaron," she sighs, and with a blink of an eye, she appears in front of him, by the crate. He watches her carefully. "Do you really think that you will be served with everything on a silver platter? After you so rudely left your premises?!" She raises her voice. I take a look at her. The woman's skin is light gray, her eyes are a light shade of purple which contradicts the shade of her long, purple dress that tightly hugs her thin body.