The clouds brought nothing but coldness to the world.

Nothing for a destroyed angel to rejoice, nothing at all just another day of misery and loss.

Her eyes looked to the sky and she sighed slowly.

Sitting on the snow just watching the cold snow shine, she only wished that she could be with him.

Tears fell down her cheek as she cried ever so silently.

The snow seemed like it was crying along with her as if fell slowly and softly, she wiped the tears away with her fingers that were so cold that they were aching, she figured that it wasn't much, she could get used to it. Frostbite wasn't far away but she didn't care. She loved him so much and she told him, but it was too late.

The sun gave little warmth and she hated it, she was so cold but she didn't know if she wanted to be warm or not.

She only hoped that he was warmer than she was.

Chains and metal surrounded him as he sat on the cold floor. Who ever said that prisons are fancy?

They won't be for someone with a criminal record and all out maniac.

Someone like Psymon Stark. Psymon hated this place and it wasn't the first time he had been in a place like this. Way long ago, he had been here for a car crash, he had killed 2 kids and the adult was seriously wounded.

He showed more remorse than ever but the angry mother wouldn't take it and had him sent to this place where he was tortured beyond belief. It's here where he had learned his evil stare.

He would think that this is where he went insane and as soon as he was out and in the SSX circuit he could prove how insane he was by jumping over power lines with a BMX bike.

People say that he got crazy by doing that stunt, but you'd have to be crazy in the first place to do a stunt like that.

He didn't really understand it, deep down inside he felt like he was normal but everyone still gave him the weird or scared look as to they were afraid of him.

Sometimes he would dream, dreams of everyone he loved becoming zombies and killing him slowly, suffocating him or him being stabbed by them.

He felt at the mercy of everyone else but he never showed it. He was determined to not let any one see his pain.

He knew he was never going to be accepted by everybody else, he was too weird for them.

But still he carried on living and being there for his friends and loved ones. Psymon craved to get out of this hellhole. Find a place to live away from everyone and live alone. All he needed was himself…. But then she came into his mind.

He loved her so much. He wanted to protect her with everything he had.

His eyes scanned the ceiling and he saw spiders crawl along it all by themselves. How brave of them.

Suddenly, the jail door opened and two big men dragged Psymon outside and the light attacked his eyes with no apology. How mean.

They dragged him to a room that was sealed off to the rest of the cells. They sat him down on a lone chair covered in straps and metal wire that was poking out from the sides.

The Torture Chair.

Oh how he had been here so many times before. Where they hoping to shock him back to being normal? He laughed, its not gonna happen.

How can you be shocked to normality when you already are normal? It didn't make sense but this stupid security wouldn't tell the difference between sane and insane.

They strapped him to the chair with smug grins on their faces and no one talked but Psymon could tell what they were thinking.

"He deserves this, this will teach him," they all thought.

He watched them evilly and his evil glare started to take its toll, one of the started to become jittery and the other looked really nervous.

Psymon continued staring them insane and before one of them went completely mental, the biggest man there pressed the button. More than thousand volts of electricity coursed through Psymon's veins and Psymon let out a terrifying scream that he swore could be heard from big mountain. He hoped that she didn't hear his pain, his torture, he hoped with all his heart and mind that she had found peace. Hoped she was in a peaceful state of mind.

But his hoping was wasted on her; she refused to accept that fact that he was gone.

She wouldn't allow anyone to tell her any different.

Her penetrating eyes thought deep into her soul.

She loved him was the sentence replaying over and over in her mind. How could she live without him?

Psymon's skin had been burned from all the electricity and he was still shocking strikes form his unconscious body.

The security guards had locked him up in a completely different room to where he was before, the only solace of light was a tiny window in the far east side of the room.

"That will teach you, for giving everyone the creeps," they all condemned.

Psymon never heard them his mind was locked away in a cage controlled by his inner self, a raging demon who demanded to be released.

"Psymon, I love you," Elise's voice echoed in his memories.

He was reliving this horrible moment and he was getting angrier and angrier.

He was breaking.