Here you go people: chapter dos! So, I got this up pretty fast, but my updates will slow down I got some school work to do before the Christmas vacation ends.

A Dead Devil's Production

"Good morning! Aren't you glad to see the awesome me?"

I stare at the retard who is probably has more mental illnesses than I do. He smugly smiles as I gesture to his bag. The albino man sits on my bed and pulls out a plastic bag. I grab it and untie it.

"Like the awesome shit I got you?"

I mentally note everything he gave (2 burgers, a shitload of cookies, chocolate, and 5 bags of chips) and how long it will probably last me. I'll give it a week or at least till his next visit.

"So, anyway," Gil says, putting on his professional sounding voice when a nurse peeks in, "the tests we'll be doing today will help with your –" As soon as the nurse walks away, we laugh.

"Gil, you're a real big retard, you know that?"

"HOW DARE YOU CALL THE AWESOME ME A RETARD."

I ignore his ego and lie down, propping my head on the not-so-soft pillow.

"So what tests are you gonna try on the hero today?"

"Well, today you and I are going for a stroll. I'm going to take you to an awesome place. So hide those goodies and get dressed the awesome me will wait outside."
He winks and leaves the room. Last time we went out he brought me to the park. The only fun thing there was the ice cream and making fun of the people there. I hide the plastic bag in my closet and get dressed.

"So, where are we going?"

I feel a little excited. I'm smiling and rocking back and forth in the passenger seat of Gilbert's car.
"I'm going to take you to a place full of pussy."

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks. I stare at him and he starts to cackle like a mad man. I really think HE should be the one in the mental hospital.
The rest of the ride is quiet. I swear if this 'doctor' thinks anything sexual with a girl or guy was going to help me-

"Hey Al."

"What?"

I snap my head to the side to look at him. He smiles when he sees my discomfort with the situation.

"Wear this blindfold."

"Why? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? I SWEAR GILBERT, I WILL KILL YOU IF I DON'T LIKE WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN! I SWEAR ON CAPTAIN AMERICA I WILL KILL YOU AND BURN YOUR DEAD BODY!"

"Al. Trust me. You'll like it."

I stare at him and take the blindfold. He nods and I put it on. We're walking now. I hear a door open and Gilbert giggle. This fucker.

"Sit. There are no chairs. Floor."

I sit down and then I hear the strangest sound.

"Meeoooooooooowwwww."

I take off the blindfold and I'm in a room full or kittens. I never thought Gilbert was a cat person, since he had a pet chick. I guess I was wrong.

"You like it?"

I smile and grab some kitties and start throwing them in the air and patting them. They're so soft. I find this one kitty with spots over his eyes. They look like thick eyebrows.

"Hey Gil, what's with all these kitties?"

"Well. THE AWESOME ME DECIDED TO ADOPT ALL THESE SEXY KITTIES BAHAHAHAHA!"

I laugh.

"Gilbert. I want to leave this shithole." My tone was as serious as possible.

"I know."

We sit in the silence. We're in my room again. We're sitting on my bed. The nurses won't let me have a chair 'cause one time I got really pissed and hit a doctor with it. I think his name was Francis.

I hate it here. The only human contact I have is these doctors, nurses and inmates. I miss the outside world. The only person I touch here is Gilbert. I swear if I wasn't crazy or whatever when I got here this place will make me.

"I was supposed to be a hero."

"I know."

"I was like, Air Force, you know. I was serving my country. Protecting people. I was a hero. What happened?"

"You snapped in an un-awesome way."

I pull Gilbert and hug him his back facing me. We sit there. Sometimes I think Gilbert will let me get away with anything. He lets me sneak food in, brings me out of this place, skips tests, lies for me, and lets me hug him.

"I want to be a hero again."

"I know."

It's Wednesday now. I'm walking through the hall heading to a testing room. They're going to see if I'm stable. I don't really understand what stable is. How do you know if someone is stable? I hate this.

I sit across a man wearing a white lab coat. Between us is a steel table.

"Good morning, I'm Ludwig."

"Gil's brother?"

He nods. I hear about him from Gil. He's strict and professional but he's a big softie inside.

"Tell me about yourself."

Ludwig pulls out a clipboard from under the table and starts writing on the paper attached to it.

"Well- I'm Alfred F. Jones. Before being sent here I lived with my brother Matt; we're twins. I was in the Air Force Unit. I love hamburgers. I hate this shithole."
I hear the German click his tongue at the word shithole but he doesn't comment on it.

"Describe yourself in one word."

"Hero."

Ludwig pulls out a bunch of inkblots. God, I hate these. Who ever made them should die.

"What do you see?"

"A plane."

Flip

"Kitties." I smile remembering the cats Gilbert showed me.

Flip

"A star."

Ludwig writes more notes. He looks up at me and then looks back at his notes.

"Do you still get them?"

"Night terrors?"

"Yes those."

"All the fucking time."

My night terrors weren't normal; that I'll admit. It started last year. I couldn't sleep for more than 4 hours. I would dream of death. Sure, people dreamt about dying- but this wasn't normal. I'd dream of many unthinkable ways to die. Sometimes, it caused me slight paranoia. Sometimes my dreams felt so real that I'd wake up exhausted or have unexplainable rage towards some people. Sometimes my brother would come in the room waking me up because he could hear me screaming.

"Well no more tests for today. What are you going to do today?"

"There isn't much to do here."

Ludwig nods and we leave the room.

"Goodbye."

I nod and we shake hands and I walk away. As I walk to my room I play that game little kids play. Don't step on the lines or you 'die'.
I made it to my room without stepping on any of the lines. This makes me smile.

EDIT!

So this has been beta-ed so yeah