Chapter 1 Elijah
The morning had broken clear and bright, with a heat that hinted summer would soon be here. Soon the warders came round to get everyone out for breakfast. All one hundred and fifty crazies sat eating their morning cereal, with a healthy dose of meds to keep the demons at bay. Today would be Elijah's last day in Harshcrooks hospital for the insane and he could barely wait for visiting hours to arrive. It was the fifteenth year since his imprisonment and the sixty-seventh of his life.
He didn't care for many of the warders who looked after him, they all were well aware of his condition, which caused them to hate him as he required special treatment. They would talk about him when they thought he wasn't listening, staring out a window. Comic Psycho they would call him, Mr. Frail was another one casually tossed around, sometimes even The Joker because of his obsession with comic books. This one angered Elijah as he had nothing to be compared to the character with. 'Pointless and unintelligent' he would declare from time to time, just to let them know he was listening.
For years he had continued his search for someone with abilities equal to his first discovery. He would search morning papers and use his time wisely on the Internet. When he was allowed to search for candidates who would search for specific signs of unique abilities. Although he was imprisoned he was not ready to give up the work Mr. Glass had begun.
He sat waiting for one o'clock to come round as he watched from a window as the trees blew in the wind. Everything outside the window was perfect, a lush open green with trees lining a walkway made of grey stones. He was staring to the end of the walkway where the entrance gates were closed. The name had been placed arching over the entrance, just incase anyone happened to wander passed out in the middle of nowhere.
Elijah felt restless, he was eager to get going and begin the next part of his search. Looking around the common room, which housed twenty of the inmates during the day. He noticed most were gathered round a television watching something relaxing, likely a documentary on birds. Two sat playing chess, and one was reading a book.
Simon flipped the pages of the book to find his last page. He had a unique way of thinking. He could cross co-relate numbers till you were sick in the head, which he eventually did and so picked up a knife and wiped out his family. A sad waste for a man with such talent for math, a real shame.
Finally visiting hours had came, Elijah sat in his usual all white clothes and black shoes. He still wore his purple gloves though. He had requested them specifically years ago, they were one piece he was allowed for being so nice and showing 'progress' to the doctors. They cost a fair bit of money when he was free, a sentimental object his mother had bought him. They reminded him of her.
Elijah sat for the first time in fifteen years in the visiting lounge waiting to be taken to the sitting area. The room was small and had a window, which showed the beautiful morning had progressed to more of an overcast now, it was going to rain later. He sat waiting for the guard to come back through and say his name them he would be a walking free man.
The door opened, stepping through a large man with a bit of a beer gut and a shaven head called the name 'Elijah Price'. Elijah sat for a second, looked at the man and smiled and Mr. Glass rose from the chair and allowed the man to lead him to where a young man sat.
He had dark brown hair with a pale complexion. Wearing normal dark denims and a black jacket with and orange streak going across the front, to the naked eye this man looked plain, normal. But he was more than that, he was an alpha. He was perfect.
Elijah sat, staring at the man as he kept looking at the table. Finally his eyes began to rise, studying Elijah as they crept up his chest and finally their eyes met. Within those blue eyes that stared back, he began to gain confidence that this was going to work. Elijah gave the man a long, chilling look.
"Hello Joseph Dunn" he said smiling. "So nice to meet you again."
