Blood trickled over his cold pale skin. A knife clutched in his hand. Cheeks blushed red. Eyes wide open.
The corner of his mouth was trickled with dried blood, staining his teeth like wise. Nikolas Fridrich stood against a wall. he had done it again. His lust has taken over his body again. A curse he could never controll.
Bodys sprawled around his cell. This was the 4th time this week, and nobody has bothered to clean up after him. Sliding his back down the wall, he sat. Tossing the knife away and curling up in a fetal possition. He just wants to be...
ALONE!
Why could nobody ever think about leaving him alone? Why always send one nurse to give him his meds.
was it so oblivious to them that he was a psychopath. A monster? Did they really think after just 4 years they can trust people to come into his cell alone.
Finally! The door opened and 3 people dressed in white. All white! Pure white! It hurt to look at them.
One picked him up and carried him to the bathroom. Putting a blind fold on him and began to wash him. The warm water splashd against him. It felt good. He felt the blood cluts loosen from his skin, his hair and teeth. It was a wonderful felling!
Upon that he got new clothe and the blind fold was removed. He looked much paler than before...the water must've washed off all the blood that gave him color. His hair was milky brown like it was supposed to be and very, very Fluffy.
He was escorted to a place and put into a chair. His forehead, hands and feet were found with restraints. Those very,
very tight restraints that seemed to cut off the blood flow to his brain. Was it that why he was felling woozy?
Or was it just a Panic attack?
The Doctor came in. He was different. he wore colorful clothe. Red, Brown, black and alot of grey Nikolas smiled. He loved colors!
"How are you feeling after that last attack?"
That's what the doctor said.
Nikolas smiled "I'm felling...tired...satisfied...alone..."
The doctor nodded and began to prepare some shots. "that is new...for you to feel tired. You did well not attacking those doctors. I'm proud of you"
Nikolas looked down and smiled. the doctor shone a bright light into his face "now relax...this might hurt...alot"
Nodding Nikolas closed his eyes and relaxed all his muscles. There was a small pain for a second. It felt like his insides were going to explode or he was turning inside out. His body jolted and tried to get loose. Arching his back and trashing. He dare not open his eyes and let his contiouns take over his body for he did nothing and simply let the reaction take place.
Those jolts and pains grew stronger and he felt blood swell up in his throat. The metalic taste against his taste buds.
the oozing thickness against his skin.
It all passed so quickly. When he woke up he was back in his room. Covered with a pile of blankets. It was so warm.
Was it over? he looked to the side. There was a tray with food. He sat up and picked up the tray. Dry cider, an apple,
instant noodles and some warm melted goat cheese with a small loaf of bread.
His mouth watered and he began to dig into this beautiful meal. It was the first 'clean' meal he had in weeks. The other times when he was given a meal it was 'dirty' with blood of what he had just so happen to have killed that day.
A rat, a nurse, maybe a bird. All that mattered no more to him. He just ate away at the food. Setting the tray aside as he finished his meal. Then! An idea sprang to his mind. He laid out the blankets on the floor and laid down on them. It was cold and warm, soft and hard, everything at the same time. There he laid 'till the sun set. Just laying there doing nothing.
All day, doing nothing. In a pure white, clean cell, with fresh clothe, fresh hair, fresh everything.