Labyrinth of Mind
Aha!! A new fic to work on!!! Do not fear, the other fic, Heart Like Yours, has not been abandoned…Just that I need to write this right now coz the plot keeps spinning in my head…XD
About the story…YES, this is a fic about insanity emo-ness and asylum stuff, etc etc etc…Probably inspired by reading too many asylum fics and watching too much of Prison Break…0 0
As for the title of the story…I give credit to hontokawaiinekochan!!! She helped in picking from the choices I gave her…:D Thank you!!!
Oh…and if you read the summary…this is a crossover fic. With Advent Children. And to everyone's surprise…there will be a RENO/DEMYX pairing inside!!!(along with the AkuDemy) Yes…it is the most un-thought and unheard of pairing EVER, but I don't care.
Reno will luv DEMYX!!! WAHAHA.
Enjoy!
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Chapter I – Welcome to The Asylum
The guards parted a way for the nurse to walk through. She was led to a door, bolted heavily in metal and a security code. The orderly on her left unlocked the locks, while the one on her right swiped a card through the slot and entered a PIN number. Her sole job was to hold the tray, on which were equipment for cutting hair.
The door was opened to an eerily dark room. The lights came on in a flash, revealing a figure strapped to a chair in a corner. In solitary.
His head hung from his shoulders, long, but spiky red hair looming to cover the face.
The nurse approached cautiously with the two orderlies by her side.
"I-I-I'm here…orders…t-t-o cut your hair…growing p-past you shoulders, s-s-sir." She stuttered, and with trembling hands placed the tray onto the floor. She then draped a towel over his shoulders, and was relieved when he didn't respond to that.
Next, she picked up the scissors.
"I'm…going to c-cut now…" She brought the scissors up to one lock of spiky red hair---
And shrieked in pain as sharp teeth sank into the hand holding the pair of scissors. The redhead looked up, spitting blood from his mouth at the orderly who was helping the nurse to her feet.
"I said it before." He growled. "Fuck off the hair. Got that memorized?"
The orderlies were bringing the nurse out of the room, and shouting. That brought a grin to the lips of the man in confinement.
::Ah yes…Axel strikes again.::
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"Yes boss. We'll be there. Yes, we know the person in question may be violent. Aren't they always? Right. Understood, yo." He hung up, stowing the hand phone away in his pocket.
The man seated beside him had been eying the road carefully, afraid he might crash because he was driving so fast and talking on the phone at the same time. He rolled his eyes at this.
::Not like I'm some baby…I can drive. Really well for a fact.::
"What did he say about the mission?" Asked the bald man.
"Mmm, the frick'n usual, yo. At scene of crime, could be violent, yaddayaddayaddafuckityyo." No, he wasn't in a good mood at all. It was 3 in the morning, and he was having a great time sleeping.
Then the boss had called with another assignment.
Another brutal murder, and the murderer confirmed to be some crazy lunatic who had gone into hiding at the scene of crime. It was their job to capture said lunatic and bring him to the happy haven for such people. Where pink pigs fly---
The Asylum of course.
The sleek black car screeched to a stop outside a big house being warded off by yellow tape. Police cars were parked around the area as well. An officer approached them as they got out of the car.
"Are you the collectors?" He asked, giving his messy attire a look over.
::'Collectors'? Interesting term to use yo…::
"Well, yeah. I'm Reno, and baldie over there," 'Baldie' shot Reno a killer glare, "is Rude." He reached into his wrinkled black jacket to pull out his ID, that said he was qualified to do the happy job of capturing poor misguided souls.
The cop nodded in approval. "We're sure he's still in the house, but we can't find him. Must've found a place to hide."
::So it's a 'he'…no boobies again, don't the women go crazy once in awhile too?::
Reno looked up at the tall house, more like a mansion, towering before them.
"Fuck." He cursed. "That's one frick'n huge house."
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They really didn't know where to start. They entered the front hall (yes, it had a HALL) and found themselves staring at a whole line of doors for them to pick from. There was blood staining the marble floors.
"Killed family of 18." Reno read from a paper showing information of the target. "Huge house huge family yo. Like rabbits." He tossed the papers to Rude, and used his taser to point at a random door.
"You search in there, I'll start searching in any other door other than the one you're going into."
Rude shrugged, approaching the door. "I'll call if I find anything."
"Yeah. Be careful, yo."
He watched his partner walk into the door, then swung his taser over his shoulder and walk towards the door with scratch marks on it.
::Looks like a good door to start with…::
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He was unfortunately wrong.
That door led to a storeroom at the very end, and it was empty but for a pile of cardboard boxes.
He had gone through 3 doors, and still hadn't found anything other than traces of the violence and gore that had gone on in the house, giving off foul vapours. The police had said it'd been three weeks…::Yuck...::
Rude wasn't any luckier either.
Losing hope that there was even something alive here, he entered yet another room. This room looked like a bedroom, but unlike the others he'd encountered, it wasn't stained in blood.
It was full of toys, on the bed and floor. A piano was in the corner of the room, various other instruments on the floor beside it. A large sketch pad was placed in the center of the room. The white page had been painted upon with large red strokes. He couldn't quite make out what it was supposed to look like.
And then he heard it.
It sounded like dull footsteps, but sounded too close to be from the top floor. It was coming from up above him.
He stood really still, scanning the ceiling above him with narrowed green eyes. He followed the sound, and stopped at a wall. Looking up, he saw an air vent.
And two glowing orbs of blue---
Bingo!
He grabbed for the metal grills of the air vent, yanking them off and swinging himself up into the vent. It was a tight fit. ::I wonder what Rude would've done if he were me right now…:: He snickered at the thought, and heard hurried crawling sounds.
His prey was getting away.
"Aw shit! Hey! Wait up, yo!" He crawled after the sound, bumping his head in the process a few times. He could see a bare foot as he caught up with the target (he could climb and go really quickly on all fours) and caught it by the ankle.
"Gotcha!" He exclaimed triumphantly. The target gave a scream when his foot was caught, and tried desperately to twist out of his captor's grip.
Just when Reno had thought the battle had been won, he heard the sound of metal grills being opened, and yelped when the foot was torn out of his hand. The target had pushed himself out of the opened vent into what appeared to be a kitchen.
He winced as he heard the loud 'thud' that was the body hitting the ground of the kitchen. Looking down, he saw the target sprawled out upon the floor, looking very much disoriented from the fall.
::Maybe he broke something?::
Making sure he himself didn't hurt himself, he jumped down from the open vent, to see that the target had not only gotten up, but had taken up a large chopping knife from the kitchen table.
::Oh boy…::
"Mmm---s-s-tay a-awa-y---" He gripped the lower half of the blade in his hands, causing them to bleed, ignoring the point of having a wooden handle attached to it.
Reno slowly drew out his own weapon, studying the target.
Large blue eyes stared at him fearfully, damp dirty blonde hair hanging limply to trembling shoulders. He was frightfully thin, emaciated even, and wore nothing more than a shirt too large for his tiny frame. This shirt looked shredded and was blood-stained, gaps showing cuts, gashes and bloody bruises.
He was just a boy, looking no older than twenty.
"Yo." He greeted the boy awkwardly, taking a step towards him.
"Stay away!" Shrieked the boy, who backed up with every step the redhead took forward, until he was against a wall. Reno continued his advance till he was (since he was taller) towering over the boy. He kept his distance, eying the kitchen knife though the boy didn't look like he was going to use it.
"D-don't co…come ne-near---"
"I'm only here to help, yo. I won't hurt you."
"D-d-don't…" The blonde sank down to the floor, the kitchen knife held in between his legs. There were tears streaming down the bruised face. "Don't h-h-hurt m-me…please…"
::Funny thing to say when you've just murdered 17 people…::
"I told you I won't." Slowly, Reno knelt down in front of the boy. "I promise I won't." He reached out, daringly fingering the blade of the knife with a finger. "This is dangerous, you could hurt yourself y'know? C'mon, give it to me." The boy jerked, but didn't attack him with the knife. Instead, fingers loosened their hold on it. The knife fell to the floor with a 'clang'.
Reno quickly swiped the knife away from the boy, to the far end of the kitchen. Then he turned back to the blonde. He reached out and touched the boy's shoulder, and was immediately pushed away.
"Don't touch me!" Cried the boy, eyes wide and pupils dilated. He flailed around madly, Reno having taken hold of one wrist. He promptly caught the other, and held them against the wall.
"Calm down..."
"Don't---"
"Look, calm down. It's alright."
"Please..." He was sobbing now, and didn't move when Reno let go of his hands. They fell to his sides limply. "Don't..."
The boy didn't look like he was going to fight anymore, so Reno carefully lifted him up and into his arms. He could barely feel the boy's weight. "There...I didn't hurt you, right?"
He walked out to find Rufus waiting for him in the hall. The bald man tilted his head in question when he saw the boy in his arms.
"Yo. I got him. Let's go before he acts up again..."
The police stared after them as they got to the car, trying to get a look at the boy's face. Reno had wrapped the boy in a blanket, hiding both his face and bruised body from scouring eyes.
They paused at the doors of the car, and exchanged looks.
"Doesn't look like he's letting go anytime soon." Reno said, gesturing to the blonde in his arms. "So you get to drive, yo."
Nodding, Rude got into the driver's seat, and Reno in the back. It was a silent trip to The Asylum.
He thought the boy would've fainted and gone unconscious on the way like all the ukes do in all those fanfictions, but no; the boy was awake throughout the whole journey, clutching the front of his white shirt, eyes as wide as saucers.
Without realizing it, he had brought a hand up to stroke dirty matted hair.
::Can't believe this kid actually killed...::
"We're here." Rude's voice jolted him out of his thoughts.
Looking out the car window, he saw the white building known as just 'The Asylum'. Just by looking at it he felt dread; it was never a happy place.
::Very original name for a mental hospital...:: Shifting the body in his arms, he got out of the car.
There were orderlies waiting outside and they hastily reached for the boy.
He refused to let go of Reno's shirt. The boy was screaming incoherent words now, and was holding Reno's gaze with watery blue eyes...Eyes that were frightened and pleading...pleading---
The screaming was suddenly cut off and the fingers twisted in his shirt went lax. He saw one of the orderlies holding a syringe.
He wanted to reach out for the boy as they hauled him off him, and exclaim that he couldn't possibly hurt anyone, that he was just a kid---
::Stop it Reno.:: He reprimanded himself, tearing eyes away from the limp figure they were carrying away. ::He was just another crazy kid, like all the others...::
The redhead turned to Rude. "Need a drink?" Asked the bald man.
"Hell yeah."
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The redhead sank into his beanbag, examining the new room. He'd asked for a fully furnished room with television and a beanbag ( oh how he loved those), but hadn't really expected them to really give it to him.
::Well...I am rich...but for an asylum to comply so easily...::
They hadn't restrained him with chains or locks either, as if they didn't know his nasty reputation.
Curious about the ways of this new asylum he'd been brought to, he reached for the door knob, wondering if it would be, like in all the other hospitals, locked.
It opened with a soft click.
"Oh..." He mumbled, but not before a toothy grin played out upon his face. "This proves to be fun..."
End Chapter I
YAY!!! First chapter done!! I hope you all liked it...hope I portrayed Reno alright...it's my first time writing him...
Till next chapter...
TTFN!!!