Chapter One: The Girl in the Corner

We lived in a mental institution, Kelly and I. There was really no reason to put us in the asylum, for there was nothing mentally wrong with either of us. I think they kept us there for their own entertainment. They tortured us often, and every time with a new method. We've tried to escape more than once, but every time has been a failure. Today we had an escape plan, and it was fool proof.

I glanced at the bright white walls, and waited for the guard to let me out for lunch. I was anxious to see how this would all turn out. The bright white door creaked open, and a man in a bright white suit stepped in.

"It's time for lunch, Morgan," he said in a voice that implied he was talking to a small child.

I sighed and let the man take off my straight jacket. As soon as he slid it off I pounded him with several punches to the head and unarmed him of his gun and taser. When he tried to get off the ground to fight back, I ax-kicked his head, and I ran out the door. One down, about ninety nine to go, I thought.

I ran out of the room in my bright white clothes. Nearly all of the asylum was the same color: white. The walls were white; the floors were white; even people's clothes were white! It was blinding to walk down the halls, but the up side was that when one is trying to escape, the workers are so blinded by the walls that they can barely see the person.

When I got to Kelly's room there were 2 guards stationed outside her door, which I immediately shot. I opened the door to Kelly's room, and was just in time to see her knocking out the guard.

Kelly is six years old. I have known her since she was a baby. Kelly has been in the mental institution for her entire life, and for that life I have acted as a mother to her. Kelly has a light blond hair and blue eyes. If she were a few years older we could be twins. She is wearing clothes that are much too big for her and are—you'll never guess—white. Kelly is tall and mature for her age; she has been through more in her six years than most people have for their entire lives.

I gave her the hurry up motion, and we ran out the door, where we met about fifteen guards. Kelly looked at me with her big, blue eyes, terrified of what would happen next. I gave her a reassuring glance, but it did not seem to comfort her because the guards started inching towards us. They had their guns and tasers pointed towards Kelly and me. That moment, I thought we were going to die, and I was about to embrace it, but I had an idea. An idea so simple and child-like, that it just might work.

"Shoot on three," I whispered.

"One… two… THREE!" I shouted, and I blasted fire out of my fingertips, while at the same time, Kelly shot water out of her hands.

The guards were screaming and running in all directions. It was pure chaos. Kelly and I ran down the hall, and I practically flew out the door. Only when I was out the door looking down on Kelly, did I realize that I was actually flying. As soon as I figured this out, I was plummeting to the ground. Crap, as soon as I do something cool I screw it up. That's me alright, I thought.

I hit the ground hard, and I had a burning pain in my shoulder. My vision started to clear, and I became aware of my situation. I quickly got up, becoming more and more aware of the pain in my thigh. I started walking, pushing through the pain, and gradually turned it into a run. I followed close behind Kelly, heading towards the woods.

"Do you even know where you're going?" I shouted at Kelly.

"I know that I'm getting away from the nut house!" She screamed back.

That was good enough for me, so I said nothing further.

We ran into the woods ducking below tree branches, and avoiding roots. We ran for a few minutes, enduring much pain, before we finally skidded to a stop. Before us was a large, old warehouse. We walked around to the front and found the door.

Before I opened the door, I asked Kelly, "Do you think it's abandoned?"

"By the looks of it, I would say yes," she replied.

Slowly I opened the door and saw thousands of pillows. As I scanned the contents of the room, I gasped, for in the corner, there was a girl who was ready to attack.

The girl looked about my age, however she was a tad bit taller (I'm pretty short, so that's no surprise). She had milky brown hair and eyes to match. Her clothes looked raggedy and dirty and they were noticeably too small for her.

Before I could react, she shot a bolt of lightning out of her hand. I quickly jumped the other way and shot a wave of fire at her. She blocked it with what looked like a shield made of air, and then she disappeared into the shadows, literally.

We were so relieved that she was gone, that we didn't realize when she was coming behind us to knock us out.