This work is going to be a lot shorter, possibly ten chapters long. It's just something to pass time enough for me to be able to come up with more ideas
I have an idea of a Walking Dead and Teen Wolf fanfic, already have it hand-written, but I'm not sure if I'll start them quite yet
But this is work I've had in my mind since my Birthday.. So please enjoy and give me your opinions on what I should do!
Thank you! Please Review!

Their plans hadn't gone so well last time they tried to escape, they were caught red-handed by the security guards, only because Lana was too high-strung and making sure Kit couldn't get out. He's sworn that he isn't the one committing the Bloody Face killings, but nobody believes me, nobody but Grace, probably the only person in the Asylum worth trusting. Lana has kinda' changed her mind, she wants out too now, but it's been a week since she's joined forces with both Kit and Grace, and there's been no plans that seem successful at all, no ideas that have the potential to work. Every day has been the same; smoking between the group, constant quiet planning, even a little joking now and then, but it seems to be getting on everyone's nerves. Nothing seems interesting in the Asylum, especially since they've heard the same song over and over, so much that Kit is about to get up and break the record. Grace was so bored, not even being close to Kit was interesting her anymore, but all their boredom, was about to disappear, and the Asylum was about to become a lot more, interesting.

The buzzer goes off, but not for a escapee, for a new patient, someone new, someone else that is about to be brought into the hell the Asylum is. Kit and Lana jump at the sound, but Grace has been in there too long to be shocked, she's been completely desensitised from the noise.
"What's that?" Kit asks, staring Grace down like he normally does.
"New patient, maybe more than one this time, it doesn't normally go for this long. Maybe this new guy is giving the guards a very hard time," Grace pauses staring past the glass doors, seeing the guards moving with a patient. "But I doubt that, it would take more than a monster to fight one of those guards."
"We'll see," Lana says.
The doors swing open and the patient walks in, the two guards close behind him. He looks different to the others; blonde curled hair, hardly something seen in the Asylum. Grace and Lana have good view of the new prisoner, but Kit was facing the other way. The guards were as pushy as always, but when they tried to push this patient, he turns and grips one by the throat, so hard it makes a clicking noise, heard by everyone.

"What the hell is that?" Kit turns, viewing the patient holding the guards throat, listening into the conversation.
"That wasn't very nice, not nice at all. Apologise," the patient says, his head slightly turning to face the other worried looking guard.
Kit and his friends can hear the guard struggling to speak, only managing to call off the other guard, stopping him from intervening. They can see the change of colour in his face, which makes Kit want to jump in, but then remembers the reasons why he's here, and the way the guards have treated him; like a dog, like an animal, like a mental patient.
"I think you should tell your friend to at least try to apologise, or he won't last much longer, believe it or not, I have a grip that can kill men."
"I- I'm so- I'm sorry," the guard says faintly.
The patient lets go and turns, facing Kit and the others, than that's when Kit's face turns grey at the sight. Chocolate eyes, pale skin, blonde hair, the body shape and height similar to his own, same face. Their looks are so similar you could swear their related, twins maybe, everything but the hair seems off, but the face is entirely the same, it doesn't seem right. The two doppelgangers stare at one another like mirrors, like mere reflections at a carnival room.

"You gotta' fucking kidding me," the patient sighs, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.
Kit looks back at Grace and Lana, his eyes widened like he was mad man, face whiter than the whitest of snow.
"Are you seeing him? Tell me you're seeing him?!" Kit yells, making Lana jump.
"Yes, Kit. I'm seeing him," Grace says, at least making him feel better.
"So I'm not dreaming?" Kit asks.
"I don't even know, Kit," Grace smiles, trying to find humour in the situation.
"Who are you?!" Lana screams at the patient, who doesn't seem to flinch at her voice.
"Tate Langdon," he chuckles, walking to an empty table then sitting on the chair, places his legs on the table.
"Tate Langdon? I've never heard of that name in my life," Grace pauses. "I don't think he's from around here."
"That's because I'm not!" Tate says, startling Grace and stopping her from saying anything else. "Definitely not from around here, I don't even know where "around here" is."

The second entrance to the stairwell opens, and another patient is taking into the Asylum, but this time, this patient is thrown in. The patient hits the ground hard, hard enough for it to echo through the room, but it isn't long until he gets up off of his feet. The door closes when the patient tries to punch it, screaming at the force his punch has on the door. The patient has slick dirty blonde hair, wears a white tank top and, his distinctive feature, his hands appear to have a claw like appearance.
"Fuck you! Asshole fucks!" the patient yells.
"SHUT UP FREAK!" the guard yells from behind the door.
The screaming catches the attention of Kit, Grace, Lana and even Tate, causing them all to stare at the new patient, and with the same resulting reactions. Tate and Kit look at one another so a brief second then stare back at the new patient, the one who's face looks exactly like theirs.
"Don't you know who I am?! I'm Jimmy Darling! I'm the prince of the Freakshow!"
"Jimmy Darling. I heard that he murdered a cop down near Florida, police came to take one of his family members away, but he didn't let them take the blame for something he did, he's either extremely stupid, or extremely brave. I guess you don't really care about that, right?" Grace asks Kit, who still stares at Jimmy. "You're more concentrated on his completely similar looking face?"

Tate stands up and begins to walk towards Jimmy, who is still leaning against the door he came from, eyes closed in absolute stress. He walks slowly and patiently, like he was creeping his way to the new patient of the Asylum. Tate begins to whistle as he makes his way to Jimmy, a random tune, one that could easily dig its way into somebody's head. Tate gets closer and closer to Jimmy, his eyes not leaving the sight of the unknown being in front of him.
"Hey, Jimbo!" Tate screams. "You okay?"
As the brink of touching Jimmy, Tate is punched in the face and knocked to the ground, the claw-like fist coming directly from Jimmy. Tate rolls to his feet and stares up at Jimmy, whose eyes pierce Tate like a bullet, but he hasn't picked onto their similarities in looks. Tate grips Jimmy's leg and throws him to the ground, making him hit his head on the cold floor. Kit turns and watches the two as they fight aimlessly, contemplating whether or not to stop them. Tate stands up, brushing the dust from his clothes, staring down at Jimmy. Jimmy, in complete frustration, attempts to attack Tate again, but is stopped when his arm is gripped by Tate.
"Look at me, dumb-ass!" Tate yells. "Look at my face."
Jimmy's face completely whitens in shock, like it's the first time he's seen the reflection of himself, but with a few altercations. Jimmy manages to hold back his clenched claw-like hands, instead, observing Tate completely.
"Who are you, man?" Jimmy asks Tate, his eyes wide and uncontrolled.

Tate grabs Jimmy's chin, pulling his face towards the view of Kit, making Jimmy stare directly at Kit and his friends. Jimmy's jaw drops like a rock falling off a cliff, and he seems to be speechless, unable to react to the view of two similar looking selves. Kit and Jimmy are shocked about the situation, but Tate just laughs uncontrollably, tears falling down his face as he chuckles like a villain. Kit stands up and walks to the similar beings, facing and observing them discretely. He rubs his eyes again as he looks at both the shocked Jimmy and still laughing Tate.
"What's so funny?" Jimmy asks, tearing Tate's hand from his chin.
"This is just so fucking surreal, us being here, the three of us, looking alike. It seems like a dream, hell, I don't even know how I got here, and now we co-exist, something that seems impos-"
"FUCK!" a yells from the other side of the room. The three Co-Existents look over their shoulder, seeing another guy that looks similar to themselves; blonde hair, a thick build and similar height to the others, and a distinctive eye scar. The guy isn't dressed like the others, his clothes looking completely different and unknown to the others, everyone but Tate, who seems to smile by the sight.
"Fuck," the guy says. "I don't think I'm in New Orleans anymore."
Kyle Spencer has joined the Asylum, he seems to know why, and it won't be long before he'll have to explain it.