Asylum
When you're in an asylum, visit wonderland. AU. Rated T for drugs, cursing, suggestive themes, and Stein. Mostly Stein.
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"Want to play a game of chess, ma?"
There was no response from the brunette sitting in the windback chair, aqua eyes wide and cracked lips parted in a frozen expression of surprised horror. She was dressed in an all white dress. She wouldn't have approved of it. Her head was turned in the direction of the window with the curtains drawn back, the sunlight flittering in and beaming down onto the already set chessboard that was collecting dust.
Across from her was the lanky teenager who'd spoken, no older than fiftheen, elbows on his knees, chin resting on his right palm and sad blue eyes staring intently at his unmoving companion. His cherry colored hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, curls flopping forward and hanging loose. He wore a spiked chocker with matching arm bands, shirt black and skulls the prominent pattern. His jeans were black and as well as his buckled boots.
"You're never going to speak to me again, are you ma?"
Once again his reply was filled with the deafening silence and he soon found himself with his palms digging into his eyes and bottom lip quivering with the effort that it took not to break out into tears right there. The only other person in the room was the woman behind the desk, chattering away on the phone. She'd probably seen countless visitors start crying before but he couldn't bring himself to let him seem vunerable.
"I love you ma..I wish you would talk to me," he said quietly, voice cracking near the second half of the statement.
Silence.
He rubbed his eyes harder, small tremors wracking through his frame.
"Why do you come here?"
His head snapped up, automatically landing on the motionless woman before his gaze slowly tore themselves over to the even lankier boy standing over him. He was practically a ghost standing there and for a moment he thought he was one. His hair was pale and greyed along with his skin and clothes. His eyes were a goldish green and dead, lacking that lively shine any person had. There were large, round, glasses perched atop his nose.
The red head licked his lips, glancing over to the woman then back at the boy, "I come here for my ma."
"She doesn't speak- so why do you come?"
He frowned, staring up at the boy. He'd be as tall as him if he stood and thats just what he did, glaring down at the pale form. He actually wasn't that much taller, perhaps about 1/4 of an inch taller than the mysterious kid.
"Why don't you scram and find something better to do than bother people with your stupid questions?"
"Why should I?" He asked simply, a little smugly if I may add. "If I don't listen to the nurses, why do you suspect that I'll listen to you?"
"Because I can do this," he retorted, bringing his fist back only to bring it forward and collide with the boys unsuspecting face.
He stumbled back, eyes widening just a fraction and hand flying up to hold his throbbing nose. He was in shock. The red head smirked smugly and the other frowned before wiping the look off his face with a knee to the groin.
"You ass! That was a cheap shot!" he cried out, crumpling to the ground and cradling his assaulted package.
The white haired boy crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at him.
"I'm Franken Stein. Call me Stein."
Blue eyes flickered up to stare at him. Was this some type of spectacular introduction? Well he necessarily didn't have to attack him. He guessed he did actually start it. It was still a cheap shot in the end.
"Spirit Albarn.." he hissed in return.
Stein bent over, holding out his hand and Spirit grasped it. The shorter boy had a surprisingly strong grip, pulling Spirit back up easily. He dusted his jeans off and set a hand on his hip, giving the boy a weary look.
"So uh..Are you a paitent?"
"I am."
"How'd you get out of your room?"
"Its not hard to get out of my room."
Spirit blinked repeatedly, silent for a long moment. He threw his head back and barked a laugh, making the receptionist shush them before going back to his conversation. He smiled down at the boy and shook his head.
"You're a funny guy, Stein."
"I am and was being entirely serious."
Even though he was positive that his 'serious' expression looked about the same as any other one of his expressions, he found himself beliving him anyway. He chuckled nervously. If one of the paitents could get out of their rooms that easily, who says that they all can't?
"You look afraid," Stein stated simply, looking at him with the hint of a smirk.
Spirit scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. He was not afraid of this little shrimp. Alright, maybe just a little but that was only because he was most definitely a nut. Spirit frowned.
"Hey..you seem like the most sane person in here, what exactly did you do?"
Stein was quiet for a few moments before he sighed, "Murdered three people."
Spirit tensed up. Ah, he'd befriended a murderer. Wait, who in there right mind friended someone, anyone, in an asylum. Maybe he came here way too often. He unconciously took a step back and did not miss the brief flash of hurt that crossed the others face.
"I'm not a bad guy..."
"You killed three people!"
"That was years ago.."
Spirit frowned and stared blankly at him, eyes narrowing suspiciously. The boy didn't seem so crazy now. The insanity, Spirit mused, was still there though. In his eyes, in the laugh lines around them and the constant twitch of the left corner on his lip. The madness was there, borderline insanity. Always on the brink.
Stein had moved and it had snapped him out of his contemplating stare. He was walking away, back down the hall that led to the elevator and the other rooms. Spirit shifted his weight back and forth between his legs as the teenager disappeared around the corner. He thought about if for a few seconds before running after him, skidding around the corner and making it to the elevators just as they were closing.
"You're following me?"
"Uh. Yeah."
The boy raised an eyebrow, looking highly amused before turning back to the buttons and pushing the fifth floor. Spirit tensed for a moment. The fifth floor was the final floor where all the level five threats resided. They were the worst. His mother was only a level two.
Oh shit he left his mom downstairs. He would have went back but Stein had reached out and taken ahold of his arm.
"Don't look into the windows, keep your eyes trained on the ground."
Spirit gulped and quickly dropped his head and let Stein lead him out once they'd arrived on the correct floor moments laters.
"Hey hey! Stein's out again! How the hell does he do it?" a voice to his left yelled.
Someone was cackling hoarsely, followed by wet coughs that made him flinch.
"Thats a mighty fine piece of meat you have there darling," a soft feminine voice purred, making Spirit go red.
"I WANT SOME OF THAT! GIMMIE."
"I-Is this a prison? It reminds me of that scene thats always there where the skinny new guy gets locked up and screwed to bits by his roomies," Spirit whispered, terrified, eyes wide and still focused on the ground.
"What the hell do you watch, Spirit?" Stein asked, glancing over to him as they stopped in front of a door, Stein opening it and pushing Spirit inside before closing it behind him with an audible click.
Spirit frowned hard, "Did..Did the door just lock?"
Stein turned to look at him, his eyes masked by the sheen of light reflecting off his glasses, "It did."
"Oh god you're going to kill me."
"I'm not going to harm you. All the doors lock. I can get out of here though. Its not very hard," he explained, jiggling the door knob for a brief moment before shoving it forward.
It creaked and he pulled it open, "See?"
"Thats the most useless lock ever."
"Possibly, but it allows me freedom whenever I want."
Spirit watched him shut the door back before he looked over the room. It was small and white/grey. If both he and Stein spread their arms out and had their fingertips touch, their arm width would roughly be the size of the room. There was a bed that barely fit and then a desk not far from it with paper and pencils on it. A single window was right across from the door.
"Isn't a pencil..'dangerous'?"
"I've got enough brownie points to be trusted with them."
Spirit nodded in understanding. So today he'd met another paitent even though most of the time the place seemed deserted. The paitent was now probably his friend and he was probably the only person that had ever talked to the white haired boy before. He wondered what made the other talk to him anyway.
A screeching noise stopped him from asking the question though. It was the intercom out in the hall.
"Visiting hours are now over. I repeat, visiting hours are now over."
Spirit blinked and glanced at Stein. The boy had turned back to the door and was opening it again. Stein looked over to him, the ceiling light sending a glare across his glasses.
"Are you going to go or just stare at me until its time to go to bed?"
Spirit flushed and frowned, sticking his hands in his pockets and walking out past the slightly shorter boy, turning his head to look at him.
"Uh..So..Can I visit you again on Saturday?"
The boy was obviously surprised by this, eyes widening just the tiniest bit and lips parting. He nodded once and Spirit smiled, raising his hand in farewell and dropping his head down, quickly making his way down the hall. He heard the door click and it echoed as he made it to the elevator.
He had another reason to come to a crazy house. Yippie.
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Pretty short, I know. I hope its captured a few peoples attentions though. This was inspired by the song 'Wheres my Wonderland?' by BOTDF...possibly the only appropiate song they've ever made xD