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Chapter One: Clive's PoV

"What is insanity, anyway? Is it when you scream and everybody else whispers, or is it when you fight for what's right, even when everyone else thinks you're wrong?"

I think I'd rather be in prison.

Well, I guess I am in one now, but I'd rather be behind bars than here. After two months in jail, they sent me here, to an asylum. I understand the logic behind the decision, but really?

You see, in prison, you are ranked by how badass you are, so basically for your crime. And, well, no one topped off my little episode. I believe some inmates actually applauded me when I first entered. I was their king, and no on messed with me. Of course, some guys tried to fight me, but what I lacked in physical strength I had in mental strength. Ha! How ironic that I'm in an asylum now! It was easy. The inmates were pretty stupid, and didn't notice that there was a guard around the corner, or that the floor was slippery, causing them to smash their face into the cement wall.

I believe my fellow inmates should be the ones in here, not me.

My day started with a brief tour of the place, an overview of the rules, and a session with the therapist. He didn't feel I was a threat to the other patients, oh excuse me, residents, so I wasn't placed at the top floor; the one with the most security, and rooms that were locked shut.

I was allowed to socialize with the other residents, but I didn't think that would happen.

It was now time for dinner; a nurse had to come and escort me. Ah, but the staff here are clever! Before you can get your food, you must take your meds.

I grabbed a tray of food and sat down at a deserted table. No one came up to me and asked what I did to get in here. Yep, way different than prison.

Suddenly, I sensed another presence. I looked up. A girl, probably around my age, sat down across from me. Her hair was red and curly, and extremely voluminous. She looked like she walked out of a shampoo commercial. Her eyelashes were noticeably long, and she had on bright, bright red lipstick on. She wore a red tube top, tight black pants, and black heels. They allowed her to wear this?

"Go on, you can stare."

I blushed. I did not realize my sensory intake of her was so noticeable.

"I'm surprised you're here, actually. I didn't realize we welcomed terrorists. I'm surprised they didn't give you the death penalty."

That's when I snapped. Normally I would never say this to a lady, but too bad.

"I'm surprised they welcome the local whores in. I'm surprised they don't isolate you from the other men. Maybe that'll bring you back to sanity," I replied.

She chuckled. Wait, what? "If they kept me isolated, I guess I'd have to go after the women."

I started choking on my milk.

"But don't worry. That's my last resort. I'd prefer you in my bed over the crazies."

I started choking, again.

"You choke easily. You need practice with your mouth. I can help with that."

Did she really just say that?

"Anyway, your plan obviously failed. You know why? Because you targeted the whole fucking city, not the prime minister. You need to destroy the part in order to destroy the whole."

I was speechless.

"Don't you want to come up with a different plan?"

"Uh, no. I already caused enough damage, and I feel horribly about it – "

"That's bullshit! Don't you want to get back at the prime minister personally? I can help you."

"What? Who are you, anyway?"

"Bill Hawks' daughter."