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Asylum
Asylum(n.) - 1. A place of safety; refuge 2. An institution for te care of mentally ill, aged, or poor people: a term now rarely used (Definition taken from Webster's New Compact Desk Dictionary and Style Guide)
Out to get them
The darkness was all consuming, creating shadows that should never have been there. Fear was the dominant element in the room, flooding out from one shrouded corner, darker than the rest. Nothing much filled the space of the cryptic room, but there was no need for it, for the one occupant of the room was more than despaired to huddle in that desolate corner, bare except for a tattered pair of black jeans. The small child was rocking back and forth, hugging a raged stuffed bear to his chest, sniffling softly to himself.
A hand reach out from the shadows, gesturing for the boy to follow. "Come now little one, we're going to take you to a nice place where you can be with other people like yourself."
"No!" the boy whispered. "The world is out to get me, the world is out to get me!"
"No one is going to harm you." The hand waved again. "Come on."
"Get away!" The small boy shifted positions, his hand reaching into the back of his bear.
"Come On!" The hand reached out possessively and in a flash, the hand was reeling back into the shadows and the voice hissed with pain. Dark droplets of blood were now sprinkled over the dusty floor. The boy bared his small sharp teeth in an estranged grin as his widened crazed eyes stared at the liquid now coating his small knife. "The world will never get me!"
"What the–" The voice seemed to belong to a body, which now detached itself from the shadows and came forward. Something about the boy was strange. The small child's cold crimson eyes were now eerily glowing and the temperature in the room was beginning to slowly rise. "What are you doing!"
"The world is out to get me ..." he whispered, rocking back and forth again.
The boy's eyes were unseeing, but could clearly hear when the evil man screamed in pain. Squeezing his teddy, they small child only vaguely registered the bright flames before him, encasing the evil man who had tried to take him away; he had been out to get him, but he had been dealt with appropriately.
The flames slowly died out, and the boy was now left alone, rocking back and forth as he whispered, "The world is out to get me ... and I am out to get them."
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The prologue of this story. Some may say "Hey, I've read this before" and you probably have. I had it posted under my other account but took it off and decided to put it up here, on my new account. I hope you enjoyed it.
Tata, luvs.
.Bloodrunner.