Hey, here I'm again
I didn't know people would review so soon! :) I'm happy with all of them. I'd also like some good criticism on my writing so I can improve my skills. ^.^
Also note that this 'fic will become dark after sometime, with many torture scenes. So this fanfic will later be rated M instead of T. But I guess some of you were expecting that, right? since the genre is Horror...ahem, right.
IAmBehindYou~ thank you for your nice review! I'm indeed not from America. I am from the Netherlands and in my language you spell America with a 'k'. I didn't notice my mistake 'till you pointed it out hehe ^_^". But I'll try my best to update ASAP
Abitat Eco~ thank you :). You'll have to find out why he wants him ^_-, also how he obtained the amulet will be explained in the next chapter.
Since I already did the disclaimer in the prologue I don't have to do it again, right?
Anyway, Enjoy~
Chapter 1 – A new bird in an old cage
Thursday - July 4th - 14:45 p.m.
I was nervous to say the least.
Right after my arrest they brought me to the police station, where they interrogated me, like they usually do with criminals.
I flinch at my own thought, I'm a criminal now, aren't I?
It isn't all that surprising, really, who wouldn't think of you as a criminal when you terrorize the streets of London like that?
My mind was wandering again, and again to my mistakes.
The ones I promised to atone for to the professor.
But that still doesn't help me in the situation I'm in at all.
When they were done interrogating me, I was put behind bars in the police station until I'd have to face the judge.
A few days passed since that horrid day of destruction
I was sentenced to life today, much faster than usual
I guess I can't really blame them, of course they'd want someone like me to be sentenced faster than your normal killer.
The reason behind my nervousness is because they're leading me to my new home right now, I have to spend the rest of my life in this place.
*Step* please make a noise…
*Step* It's so quiet…
*Step* The sound of moving feet…it's unbearable for me at the moment
None of the guards said anything, it's like they felt my nervousness and did nothing to lessen it, to make me feel all the more nervous.
Maybe that's just me getting paranoid, I don't know.
I wonder what it feels like to be in that place, I guess I better get used to it.
Ah we're there, a guard handed me my prison clothes. I took a look around the building. I stood in front of a very large desk. Everything was grey, I'm not kidding.
Well everything except the prison guards. The one who handed me my clothes looked rather tall and much skinnier than the one that umm, what was his name again? Oh yeah, Barton. I traveled back to my lonely world of memories.
I didn't know I was spacing out until a guard told me to get a move on because there are others waiting. I do that a lot lately, I don't know why tough
So I quickly changed my clothes, much to my embarrassment because they didn't give you any privacy. I looked at myself, they gave me a white jacket, trousers and some sort of stupid hat. I lost my other hat during the attack, quite a shame I lost it, Constance gave it to me for my 15th birthday. Soon after, she died.
It's quite pathetic that I rely on my good memories to keep me sane, then again I may have lost my sanity long ago.
I was led trough many blocks and cells, meanwhile the guard explained what the rules are and that I was going into a particular cell with much security because of the crimes I committed, he didn't have to point that out to me tough.
I looked at the prisoners we passed by, some looked sad, some didn't even have an expression, but most of them looked...Terrified, at least that's what it looks like to me.
A little later we arrived at the cell I was going to be put in. I took a look around; there was a simple bed, a wash table, and a toilet. One guard locked the door, while he was locking it he said that lunch will be in a few hours and if I didn't make any trouble they'd let me go there.
So I just laid down on my bed, thinking about nothing really.
*Drip* there you have it again…
*Drip* another upsetting noise…
*Drip* it's driving me crazy…
I turned my head towards the origin of the sound and found out that the tap of the wash table is leaking. I focused on the little droplets that constantly fell on the wash table.
It's kind of relaxing, but at the same time it made me feel uneasy.
Each time a droplet fell down it made me remember things that I want and don't want to remember. Like a never ending circle.
I can't take it anymore, the little sanity I have left is slowly dripping away. Just like those droplets, seeking their way through some kind of path, like they already know where they were going.
I didn't know…