Three Cheers for Sweet Insanity

by er-du-ekkel

A multi-chapter fluffy Malec AU featuring insane!Magnus and rebel!Alec. Set in a small town in Southern United States, 3054. In a world where anything other than government standards is punishable by death, how does one find themselves? This is the story of a man, his illness, and the boy who changed his life.

1. Chapter 1

In·sane

(in – sān)

Adjective

In a state of mind that prevents normal perception, behavior, or social interaction; seriously mentally ill.

That's what I was to them. Crazy. A freak. But I'm not. I know I'm not.

Insanity was the cold hands that rose like Death in the middle of the night to grab at your mind, pulling you into the depths of the darkness of which they came. It was the knowledge that you were long gone, but your mind could do nothing about it; it was only left with the mangled, twisted thoughts which the hands left it with. It is the straight denial of everything that is the norm, while in the back of your head the real you was screaming and pounding against the walls of its prison.

You see, I'm not insane, or crazy, or even a freak. I was just born like this. It's even pretty common these days. I know this, and I understand. These people around me- they don't understand.

I stare at the walls. White. At the furniture. White. At the ceiling. White. It's as if they bleached the entire building. What is with all the white? I'm not crazy- but this white sure is making me crazy.

There is a soft knock on the door. I sigh and stand, glancing down at the clothes they gave me- white, imagine that- and opening the door slowly. I put on a Cheshire-grin, widening my eyes. Hey, they already think I'm bonkers, why not amuse myself a little?

There is a Healer on the other side of the door. She has light blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. She has too much mascara on. "There is someone here to see you." She doesn't say anything else, just turns to look down the hallway, nods at someone I can't see, and walks away. I decide I don't like her.

In the time it took whoever it was to walk down the hallway and place themselves in front of me, I came to three realizations:

One- you can't trust anybody.

Two- Sometimes, silence is golden.

And finally: Some voices are better forgotten.

My worst fears, locked in the filing cabinet of my mind, are suddenly torn through my head in a whirlwind of emotions when the man I thought I'd killed appears in my doorway.

My name is Magnus Bane.

And I am not insane.