Finding My Forever- Chapter One
The burning scent of bleach arose into his nose, causing his stomach to squirm. His wrinkled his nose in disgust, and he continued his job, using all of his will to ignore the scent. He sloshed the soaked mop onto the ground, and began to stroke the ground, a loud, piercing 'slop' erupting from the motion.
His clear, white skin gave him a look of 'danger', 'fright', and 'courage' all submerged into one combination. Underneath his eyes, dark circles revolved, his expression appearing lethargic, as his nose wrinkled back up.
"Ugh." The man muttered, his motions becoming quicker, attempting to shorten his time with the scent.
Clear emptiness echoed through the hall that he painted, the sounds of his work vibrating against the walls. It was oddly quiet for a Friday morning. By now, most of the residents were out and about their rooms, horrified screams coming up every once and again.
The man wondered what on earth could be wrong this morning...it wasn't right, wasn't normal, and it didn't feel particularly comforting, at least...as comforting as a place like that could get to. He sighed, his lip parting in the process. His head shifted around, looking out for anyone that could be in the halls, and sped down the hall, painting like a bat out of hell. If anyone was around, they would have sworn that they'd just seem a ghost tap dance across the hall.
His lips curled up into a grin, as he admired his work. He wasn't one to appreciate the...talents, persay that his kind had, but he was sure one that appreciated the comforts of it...and the bleach sure wasn't something that he particularly viewed as a luxury in any way. The man leaned the mop next to the doorframe, and turned his back on the hall, entering another hallway that resided next.
A sense of...affright, pity, and woe, all tossed up into one flowed within him, as his eyes gently peered into the large windows of each door.
One contained a red headed little boy, his eyes as blue as possible. They were wide, and blank. Soulless as anything could get. His hair was askew, dirt tracing his temple and face. The boy sat there, warily, not an inch of him moving in any sort of direction. The man shuddered as their eyes met, and he quickly moved on to the next window.
Window after window, screen after screen, he saw the nearly same image. Humans, with their souls cut out of them, and replaced with a blank stone, blank, and never moving, never changing.
The man sighed, disgusted that he'd decided to work in such a place, but the reasons...He shook his head. The agreement was more done on a whim, then anything else...he stayed for a reasons...or reasons, now, due to recent developments.
He sighed, pushing any thoughts of the situation away. He strode towards the last door of the hall, his hands pushed far into his trousers. His footsteps echoed as he walked, and he heard a loud gasp, as he neared the door. Without a sound, he swiftly opened the door, and immediatly shook his head.
His eyes met a pair of bright green, the eyes filled with fright. The girl began to murmur..."No, no, no, no, no, no..." She sounded like a broken record. The man continued to stride forward, a disapointed expression wrenched upon his face.
"Oh, Mary Alice..." He whispered, as his eyes took in the sight of the girl crouched into a ball, her eyes filled with fear.
"Don't...I beg of you..." The girl began to whisper back, the tone of her voice sounded much more sophisticated than anyone or anything would expect of her. The man groaned softly, curling his lips into a forced smile of comfort.
"I won't hurt you, Mary. I /swear/ of it." He arrived at the bed that the girl sat on, and his hand darted upon her cheek. She shivered out of fear or contentedness--he didn't know.
The man continued to plaster his faux smile upon his face, as he took her appearance in more carefully. It'd been a full week since he'd been able to catch a sight of her. The last shock put her in a deeper sleep than the doctors intended to give her. His brow furrowed as he glanced at her dress. It seemed shorter than before, and parts of it were ripped. Her scarred stomach came into view, and he sighed in frustration.
'She could do so much better outside of this asylum...' He mused in his thoughts, thinking about the time that she was dropped off. She was so full of life, and bursting with the highest amount of energy that he'd ever seen in his two hundred years of existence. After the first treatment, however...The man grimaced at the thoughts.
He had to do something, he thought, aggravated that anyone would even dare to give such a creature a life as this one. The man pulled away, too much into his thoughts to concentrate in comforting her. She whimpered, and turned her head away, revealing to the man a large scar that took over most of her neck. He gasped, stunned.
'Him...' He thought angrily, his hands colliding into fists. The man stared for seconds, before he softly asked her, an edge on his tone, "Did he come, Mary?" The man frowned as a shudder echoed his question.
She shook her head, shaking violently. "N-no..." The girl managed to sputter out, her skin turning bright red. "He didn't. He didn't..." She muttered, more reassuring herself, than him at that moment.
The man suddenly growled. "Don't lie to me, Mary." He strode forward, pushing her harshly down onto the mattress. Their eyes met, and for a second, he pushed away any thoughts of what he was about to do. As he eyed her neck ounce again, the thoughts took over.
Shaking with rage, he picked up the plugs, and pinched them against her scalp, wincing as she screamed.
"I have to do this, Mary. It's the only way..." He whispered, leaning down to her bruised earlobe. His hands crawled over to the box, and he turned the range to the highest he could. Sighing with frustration, he placed his hands somewhat gently against her wrists, containing her down, as she began to squirm and shake.
The electricity stopped after a few moments of horrified screams, and he let go. He frowned at her unconscious body, attempting to reassure himself that it's the only way to save her, and give her a new chance. In a flash, the girl was on his back, and he sped out of the asylum, as silent and invisible as anything could be.
