Put Me Under

Blood dripped down their faces, leaving red tracks behind on their cheeks. Their heavy breathing the only thing heard in the quiet room. The mangled bodies of their kill ooze their life source onto the linoleum. The ballpoint pen Malcolm has used to gouge the woman's eye lands with a wet clink on the floor. Kali lets go of the limp body in her arms, their skull bashed in and the bed frame used to do the deed drips crimson. They turn to look at each other. Both had the same crazed look in their pupil blown eyes.

"So," Malcolms sigh heavily and gulps in air, "do you think we got it out of our systems?"

Kali nods. "Yeah." She looks at the figures that lay before them. "Wanna dump them in the lake and get a sandwich after?"

"Sure," he shrugs. He wipes his bloodied hands on his pants. "Hopefully the cafeteria has anything but peanut butter and jelly."

Kali bends down to pick up the body next to her. "Why not peanut butter and jelly?"

"It's messy."

The Academy is a school whose purpose is to give wayward children a second chance at life. Ran by the Headmaster, he takes in kids, gives them a new home and chooses when they leave. Malcolm, a 17 year old boy, wakes up in The Academy and the only thing he can remember is his name. Kali, the Headmaster's daughter, is plagued by the darkness in her head and bouts of amnesia she can't seem to overcome. Partnering up to uncover this conspiracy, they reveal secrets about themselves and The Academy they wish they never new. The Academy isn't the safe haven they thought it was and each discovery leads to more questions, each with an even more sinister answer.