English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistake in grammar or vocabulary.
She walked slowly through the rainy streets of Krimson. She didn't know where she was heading, nor did she care at all, she just had to go there. It was just like if some invisible force was leading her through the city.
If anyone had bothered to take a close look at her, they would have noticed how empty her eyes were and how void of emotion the rest of her face was. But nobody did, for them she was just a lonely girl without an umbrella or a coat, wandering through the streets with no destination in mind.
Her clothes were wet and cold and they stuck to her body, the same way her hair did to her face, she would probably catch a cold if she continued like that. Luckily for her, she had almost reached her destination.
BEACON MENTAL HOSPITAL
She looked up at the huge statue of a cross that decorated the center of the entrance, as if it were important. Something in her head told her to run, to turn back and never come again, but soon that voice faded into nothing and she felt herself being pulled towards the building. Inside, it looked even creepier and darker than outside. But she didn't notice, and continued walking. A few of the staff members looked at her weird, some of the patients whispered and signaled her as if she was one of them, or something worse.
One of the nurses grabbed her arm and asked if she was okay, she didn't notice but something inside her head made her mutter something related about needing to go to the bathroom. The nurse didn't seem entirely convinced, and orderred her to stay put while she went to fetch Dr. Jiménez. Of course, she didn't listen and continued her way through the halls until she arrived at one of the survilliance rooms.
A guard sat there, looking bored at the monitors that showed the movements of the patients and their doctors. Before he had time to look at the intruder, she had already knocked him down crashing a glass bottle on his head.
As a doctor, she should have been worried about the amount of blood that was emanating from the wound; but she didn't. She just waited patiently for something to arrive... or someone.
The image the monitor's screen showed started to twicht, a buzzing sound comming from the video. The furniture started to tremble, the papers on the table and the shelves fell to the ground while the walls started to crack.
The figure of a hooded and barefoot, slim man appeared behind her, snapping her out of her trance and making her look scared at her surroundings. How the hell had she ended there, with a bleeding man at her feet?
The man approached her from behind, until his lips where softly pressed against her neck
"We'll be reunited soon, my love." The man spoke with a low, quiet voice.
And before she had time to turn back to see his face or scream for help, he injected a syringe on the other side of her neck and everything faded to black.
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