I don't own American Mcgee's Alice or Assassin's Creed. I only own my OC

Two weeks have pasts since Chris has been in Rutledge Asylum, and he was slowly losing his sanity. The regular beatings, the electro-shock therapies, the medicines they gave him, all that were destroying the boy. He was seeing Dr. Wilson everyday and everyday he would dismiss his side of the story, telling him that he was blaming his father for not being there to protect him. And so the beatings, the duration of the shock-therapy and the drug dose would increase. And the worst part was that he was beginning to hear voices in his head. At the moment he was waiting outside Wilson's office alone with a girl. He noticed that she was staring intensely at him. After looking at her, Chris noticed that the girl's head was recently shaved. 'Must be new here' he thought. He ignored her for most of the time he waited but after awhile it began to irritate him. He didn't like when people stare at him because it was making him feel like he wasn't normal. 'Well, I'm not exactly one hundred percent sane, but still…' Deciding that enough was enough he looked at the girl and asked "Don't you have anything better to do than staring at me?" Taking the hint the orphan looked averted her gaze towards her feet.

"Now, now Chris, this is no way to talk to a young lady." Said Dr. Wilson. Chris only response was a death glare. The old doctor found it amusing and also disturbing how such a young person could hold so much hate. "How are you feeling today?"

The boy shrugged "Same as yesterday."

"Very well let's begin. Alice you wait here."

Once they were alone Dr. Wilson proceed with his regular questions. Those questions were the same as the ones he got when he first arrived here. After an hour the doctor sighed and ran a hand over his face. "It seems today's session was like the rest." he said, more to himself than to his patient.

"Well, it could have been better if you would just listen to me!" Chris told him with a sneer.

The older male looked at him with an expressionless face "Chris, you have to see the facts: your father had no reason to murder your mother and it was confirmed that he was out of the country last night."

"Oh, for god's sakes, come on!" he shouted "They were bribed and haven't you heard that some people can kill when they are angry, and what about the door? It was unlocked, wasn't it? How can someone unlock a door without leaving any signs of forced entry?!"

Despite the Chris's outburst the doctor was very calm. "The police found out that a maid forgot to lock the door when she left so, the murder could have entered the house without a problem, and before you asked if they checked if something is missing, yes they did. The jewels were missing."

Chris slumped back in his chair and looked down, not saying a single word. When the doctor was about to end their session Chris asked not meeting the doctor's eyes "Why don't you believe me?"

"Because it is possible that you blame your father for your mother's death. You blame him because he wasn't there to protect you. Chris, I can help you, but only if you'll let me. You're not the only one, the girl outside lost her entire family in a fire, and she feels it's her fault because she was the last one to go to bed, but in reality the family cat knocked a lamp over. You blame your father because he was the only one who wasn't there, but if he had been there and got killed as well, you would blame yourself too because you couldn't protect them."

Chris remained silent and pondered what the old doctor had just said. Could it be true? It is possible that his father was not the murderer and that little dialog between them was all in his mind? He would blame himself if his family was killed and he couldn't do a thing to stop it, he was always regretful, always feeling sorry for the things he did and said, even though it wasn't all his fault and his mother knew how to make use of that so that she would figure out if he was lying or not, or did something bad. 'Mother… I'm sorry…'. Suddenly tears were forming in his eyes. He did blame himself but mostly he blamed his father for what happened. Now after what Dr. Wilson said he couldn't help but feel like he was throwing his anger and sadness and everyone around him. 'Could the doctor be right? Is it possible that I've hated my father for nothing and that what happened that night was just bad luck?'

'Don't be an idiot!' a voice said

Chris head snapped up and looked around the room to find the new voice's owner, but there was no one else there except him and Dr. Wilson, who was giving confused looks.

'Don't speak, just listen.' it said again. 'This one is trying to trick you. Think about the front door, how it showed no signs of tampering and how did the thief knew where to look for the jewels? They were hidden and the only ones who knew their location were you, mother and father. Now, you were upstairs in your room and came down after she died, your mother wouldn't give up the jewels so easily since they hold an sentimental meaning to her, so that leaves your father. He knew where they were and he got the key to the door and the most important fact is that mother didn't scream for help, because the killer was someone she knew, so what do you make of that ,hmmm? You really think that the little scene between you and the killer was only in your mind? How could you come up with such a dialog when you have no imagination what so ever? You have no talent at painting and singing and you are a terrible liar.'

Chris listened to everything the voice said and it all made sense to him. This man before him only cared about the money he was probably getting from his father to 'cure' him. He was a shame to the title doctor and so this hospital as well, if you can call it that. Anger and determination flowed through his veins. Anger at the so called doctor who is covering a killer's tracks and determination that he would not be broken.

"No…" he said softly

"I beg your pardon?"

"NO! I'm not blaming my father because he wasn't there to protect me, I'm blaming him for killing my mother and destroying my life, and you you're nothing more than a greedy man who only cares about his purse rather than to help those in need. You don't deserve to be called a doctor!"

Chris really hoped that he had triggered something in the older male that he would scream at him too, but he looked indifferent like he didn't care. The 'doctor' let out a sign and shook his head. "I'm really sorry you feel that way Chris. I really am. I would like to continue but we are past the time for a regular session. That little girl outside waited long enough." he said and then he whistle.

Two orderlies came and dragged the boy to his cell, while he was screaming bloody murder. After being thrown in his cell, Chris once again was alone for who knows how long.

'That outburst was uncalled for, we're going to get hell for that.'

"Who are you?" Chris asked

'Don't speak out loud. You don't what to be heard by an orderly as he passes by your cell. That would only bring more trouble for us. Say what you what to say in your mind. I am, let's say, your conscience. I'm here to guide and help when you need it.'

'Why are you saying that outburst was bad?'

'Because everything we endured so far will get much worse, especially since we guessed what he is doing.'

Fear entered immediately into Chris's mind. He shivered when he thought of what punishments he would receive.

'Do not despair, I have a plan. It will be awhile since we will see the good doctor, enough time for us to have a change of heart. We are going to pretend that we thought about what he said and we want to be cured, however it might take a few years to gain his trust.'

'A few years?! I can't resist that much!'

'Relax, it won't be a few years until they stop they beatings and the shock-therapy. If we make a good first impression those things might decrease significantly. It will take a few years for them to let their guard down and when they do we will make our escape'

'How do you know we won't see him for awhile?'

'That girl from before, she is new here and the doctor must have a few more sessions with her than the rest of the patients, so that he could make her believe she can trust.'

'So all we have to do is to wait?'

'Yes. Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I am your conscience after all.'

3 years later

'This is it.' Chris thought. 'This is what I've been waiting for, what I've been enduring for. Tonight I shall leave this hell.'

The voice in his head was right. After 2 months of constant torture Dr. Wilson called him for a session. At first he was skeptical of believing the boy has changed his mind but after several weeks he fell for it. After several mouths the beating and the shock therapies were cancelled and the drug dosage was reduced. He even got the staff trust as they untied him from the bed, gave up the strait jacket and let him feed for himself or they would just give the pills to him and wouldn't cheek if he had actually took them. After memorizing the buildings schematics and knowing the shifts of the orderlies he was ready to finally leave.

'Let me handle this. Just relax and go with the flow.' the voice whispered

"Chris?" an orderly named Jim brought him back to the reality

"Yes, Jim?"

"Are you going to finish that?" he asked pointing to the tray on the boy's lap

"Yes, in a minute."

The orderly nodded and returned his attention towards his cart. Chris quietly puts the bowl away and sneaked behind Jim and with a swift swung of the tray he knocked the orderly out. He began to search his body for something useful but all he found was the key to his cell. Moving the unconscious orderly and the cart in a corner he exited his cell and locked the door.

'It would be awhile until they found out what happened, we should get moving.'

Chris avoided any guards as they patrolled by hiding behind corners or enter some storeroom. When he noticed that they were not going to the entrance Chris asked the voice in his head. 'Where are we going? '

'To the roof.'

'Why are we going there and not to the entrance instead?'

'The entrance is heavily guarded. The roof is the only way out of here. Once we jumped we-'

'Whoa, whoa. Jump?! Are you nuts? We could die!'

'Is a risk we have to make in order to be free, or would you rather go back?'

'No, you're right, let's go.'

When he was halfway there all hell broke loose. "Patient 047 has escaped!" The boy started to run, not caring if he is spotted by any staff, he needed to get to the roof, it was his only hope now. Suddenly he was slammed on the wall by a staff member. "He's here! Quickly!" he yelled and tried to stab the young patient with a syringe. Chris kicked the man in the groin and in the chest, sending him back from the room he came out of, hitting the wall with his head. Taking a few moments to regain his breath, the boy heard the voices of the staff, coming closer and closer to his location. He entered the room and saw the girl that had been staring at him since he first saw her strapped to a bed. He hid the orderly's body in a corner, not even bothering to check if he is still alive, and hid near the bed. "If you say a word, you're dead!" he threatens the girl who just nodded. "Good." He waited there until there was no one else near and then took the syringe and made his way to the door. He stopped when he was about to exit the room and looked at the girl. For the first time he noticed her eyes, they were big and emerald green. Those eyes were imploring him to untie her, to take her with him. To save her.

'What are you doing? We don't have time for her?' the voice hissed

'Maybe we should take her with us.'

'She is nothing more than a liability, she'll slow us down and if we are caught we are as good as dead.'

He looked at the girl one last time, letting his eyes talk for him. I'm sorry was all he had to say. He made his away on the roof without running into other staff. It was a stormy night, the rain was pouring and soaked what little clothes Chris had.

"Chris, stop!" Dr. Wilson stopped him before he could jump. The boy looked back and counted the number of orderlies behind the doctor. "Come now Chris, you nowhere else to run, let's talk this over." the old man said in a gentle voice.

"Talk?! All we did was talk, but never listen! You all think I'm mad and perhaps I am but I'm right about that night and if you or anybody else won't listen to me, then I'll do my own justice!" Chris yelled and stepped closer to the edge.

"Chris, don't!" the doctor yelled but it was too late and Chris jumped off the roof. The doctor looked over the edge to see the boy's body but he couldn't see a thing. Fortunately the lightning flashed just in time so that the doctor could see Chris jumping the fence and disappearing into the night.