~*la A.N~Really not a fairytale, just the only section I could think to put it in on fanfiction. Very odd story. Hope you enjoy. Wouldn't recommend who don't like cussing, or sex. There's a reason it's rated M.

Chapter 2: Crazy Girl

Freedom. Darkness, Confusion, Emptiness

What happened?

Fog, Blood, Pain

I need my stuff. Where's my stuff?

Voices, Kills, Ridicule

Silence. I choose silence.

Time: 1:30 a.m

Date: September 12, 2030

His lips caressed the back of her neck slowly, leaving nothing but a trail of warm heat. Her head was tilted back against his chest, in submission to him. His hands slipped up under her skirt, fingering the edge of her panties. Her moans were quiet, not as loud as usual, but he was slow in his seduction, unlike her others. Maybe that's why she kept him around longer. Or maybe it was because of the size of what was pressing into her backside.

This Natalie chick was one... lusty woman. I didn't particularly want a reading from her, but that memory of hers must have been on her mind cause it entered mine quickly. At least she got some recently... I hadn't had sex since, well, never. That whole waiting until marriage shit, yeah, that was me. Must have been crazy to think that that was a good idea. All it ever got me was a curiosity that I could never feel, without going against my morals. Luckily I'd lost all of those. Why have morals in the midst of a place where no one could?

The problem was, from what I understood, being labeled mentally insane, was a complete turnoff. Personally, I'd think it might make things a little more risqué in bed. You'd have to always wonder if that person was there to kill you. I'll kill you. I'll make everything go away. Just give me a little something first. It would appear that room 301 contained a patient who would gladly kill me, if I happened to be 12 years old, and blonde. I wasn't either. Fancy that.

The girl behind me was blonde. I knew that. I also knew she was 5'6, 24 years old, and owned a very loose vagina. I wasn't judging though. Stupid bitch was going to get an STD in 2 years, but other than that... it was all good. Really, it was. At least my vision confirmed she would be alive in 2 years unless her future drastically changed and she died a horrible death in the hands of evil. Which was extremely likely if the zombie apocalypse spiel the newscasters were going on about was true, in which case, she was screwed, as was I. So the optimistic view is that she'll get an STD.

I decided that because of her hopefully impending, life-threatening disease, I would be kind, and just stand up, turn slowly, and smile. My smile must have lost its touch in the past couple of months, because... well, she screamed. I toned it down a bit, hoping to coax her into a false sense of security, but the older man behind, who was 46, brown headed, and an army man, pulled her back.

"What didn't you understand about staying away from the patients?" She was moved out of the doorway quickly and soon out of my sight.

"Well I didn't know she was in there and it was the first door I'd seen open..."

A new voice came in. "Oh, yes, walk into a murderer's room. That is the first thing I thought of when I saw the open door." As much as it pains me to sound like a typical heroine attracted to a typical man, his voice drawled. Yes, drawled. Sounds like drooled, and somehow ends up being something sexy. I ignored my urge to delve into his life. Lesson learned the first time around. DON'T look into a potential partner's past ,present, or future. Not that he had potential.

I was crazy. Didn't matter who he was, or if he drawled. I was a murdering, insane, schizophrenic who would never be anything more. I know, I sound like I'm trying to make it seem like this sob story. It's not one. That's the cruel thing about life. You are what everyone sees. You might know you are different. You might even have a few people who know it too, but it's the combined vote, those people who you don't want to judge you, who end up with that power.

" I thought that maybe it was a storeroom, or something."

"There's a number on the door."

"Well excuse me for trying to help!"

"Be quiet. We need to get the stuff we want and leave. Attracting the attention of people who have a record for killing is not a part of the plan." The older man had authority, intelligence, and enough sense to shut the two up. I had a decision to make. Make friends. Or stand awkwardly with a key until they left. Or, perhaps just go on about my business. I chose the third option, not realizing at the time that it would actually be decided for me.

I tightened my hold on the key and stepped towards the door, my friend. There were only three of them. The older man was typing at one of the computers and the Natalie girl was standing behind him looking over his shoulder. Drawling man was staring straight at me. I didn't bother with smiling this time. Red hair, tall figure, and well-built. Typical green eyes. His hand slid into his jacket and he glanced at his crew.

"Natalie, I think she likes you." Both turned to look at me, and drawling ginger (I had to add it) drew a gun on me. I stood for a moment and then just turned and starting walking back to my employment room.

"Where the hell is she going?" Natalie.

"Does it matter? Oh, do you like her? I'd call her back, but she seems a little distracted." Drawler.

I kept walking for a few more steps before I saw that they were wanting to go where I was. I turned back and... realized that I was still wearing a hospital gown. And my ass was showing. Well, there goes the first date. I looked at Natalie, and used my finger to beckon her over.

"Booty call. Natalie, attracting the insane, new talent." Drawler.

"Shut up, X!" Natalie.

I shrugged and kept walking until I was back where I wanted to be. In front of my locker. I took a deep breath, and inserted the key. I didn't turn it. Not yet. If they had not thrown my things away, I should have three pairs of decent jeans, two shirts, an old army jacket, and small backpack. Not to mention a torn up pair of gym shoes, and my necklace. Hopefully underwear, if I was lucky.

If I put those clothes back on again, would I be back where I started? Time traveling wasn't real, but some things become associated with... things. And those clothes could possibly set me in that persona I had had for years of my life. Young, innocent, but cynical. Or, I could become what made me in the last year. Disillusioned, desperate, screaming for silence in my head. It was a choice. It wouldn't be who I was anymore, but it would be a start.

But maybe it was time to stop starting. Putting an end to old personas, the old me. Yay. Now I could start acting like one of those old celebrities who said they were going to change, and be a new person. Then act like it for a couple weeks, and completely give up. Really though, I was no longer innocent. Perhaps young, very cynical, and disillusioned... but never innocent. I still wanted to be rid of the visions, of knowing things but that was a pipedream.

Silence was no longer possible for me. Hmm... I need duct tape for my mind. I sighed and turned the key and the door swiveled open. My things were still in there. Oh I'm still desperate. Forgot to remention that one. I reached in for my bag and shoes. I winced when my hand closed over the strings. The blood stained the white. It was instantaneous. My feet started throbbing.

"Ow." My voice was scratchy and I winced at the sound. I could feel the sound bouncing, surrounding me. I swallowed and realized that I was thirsty. And hungry. And hurt. Damn it. I slid down with my bag, and just sat there. What good was clothes going to do me? What good was leaving even going to do? I laid my head on my knees and breathed. Deeply. Like my father taught me too.

The door opened. Luckily my ass wasn't showing from this vantage point. I couldn't see them and I closed my mind. I didn't want to see them looking at me, or their sordid pasts. I wanted to... What do you want to do? Leave me? Is that it? I'll kill you before I let you leave. BE QUIET! A tear fell down my cheek and I fingered my bag.

"Well, look who's here, Nate. Bet she missed you." Drawler X. I was starting to wonder if that man said anything useful. Sarcasm dripped from his tongue, and it didn't take a psychic to tell that he was arrogant. What kind of name was X anyhow?

"Ignore the girl. We're here for supplies." At least the army man had a purpose. I heard the rustling of them moving around and the crash of glass as they broke into the candy machine, and medicine cabinets. Conversation went back and forth about me. It was hard not to listen.

"What do you think she's doing?" Natalie.

"Why don't you ask her?" Drawler X.

"She's crazy!"

"That didn't stop you from walking into her room."

"I'm not going to talk to her."

"Okay then."

Silence ensued. Not for long of course. Natalie didn't seem to like silence.

"But what is she doing there?"

"Dreaming of you."

That shut her up. I was wondering at the implication of me being a lesbian. Did I look like one? Or did I act like one? Maybe both. But either way, even if I was, I'd pick less of a whore. I was better than that. Maybe. Right now I was practically in an asylum. A little low on the scale, but at least I didn't have an STD in my future. No, I had... no future. This is depressing. I want a coke.

I lifted my head and stood up, trying to ignore the pain in my feet. I reached in my bag and pulled out the jacket. I didn't even look at Natalie and X as I let the gown fall off. I quickly slipped the jacket on over myself. If went a couple of inches down from my waist, so they couldn't seen anything anymore. I pulled out my panties and jeans and proceeded to methodically put those on too.

I hadn't put the bra or a shirt on just for the simple fact it would have taken too long. Plus the bra I had was very lacy. I was feeling adventurous that day I believe.

"Did she just..." Natalie.

"Don't pretend like you have delicate sensibilities." X.

"But people don't just go around..."

"Crazy, remember."

More like I didn't have anything to lose. What did I care if they saw me without clothes? They already saw my ass. I wonder how I looked... I had lost a few pounds, that was for sure.

"Carter! The mental girl just took her clothes off." Natalie.

"It appears that she actually put them on." He has a name! Carter. Woo. Three people. Two names and a letter. I was getting good at this. I looked down at my shoes and sighed. I had to sit back down to put those on. And God it would hurt when I did finally place the things on my feet. I looked through my bag. Maybe I had... FLIP FLOPS! The shoes of Gods! I smiled and took them out and threw them on the ground.

I carefully placed my feet into the shoes and bent down to grab my other shoes and put them in my bag. There. I was ready to...

"I think she's going somewhere." X.

I finally looked up. Carter was picking snacks out of the vending machine and throwing them in a camping backpack, while Natalie was very slowly throwing medication into a smaller bag. X was actually just a few feet away from me. Staring. I decided to stare back. It was a rather uneventful occurrence.

He still had his gun in his hand. The freak. What did he think I was going to do? Kill him? Why on earth would that cross his mind? I mean I hadn't done anything to him... yet. And besides, I had my own plans. Things to do, people to see. And there were very strict gun laws in place nowadays.

"X, do you think that you could look for sheets? I know she's beautiful, but you don't have to stare." I liked Carter. He was nice.

"Beautiful? She's too skinny, breasts too small, not to mention her hair's tangled and black. Not my type."

"I would have thought the mental part an important fact to mention, but never mind that. Obviously her breasts are much more of a deal breaker."

I liked my breasts. They weren't that small. Were they? I looked down. Hmm. Well I certainly wasn't a D-cup like Miss Blonde over there, but I wasn't an A either. What was with guys and breasts anyhow? They had no purpose unless babies were involved. I heard they were important for sex. I wouldn't know. The thought of some guy sucking on my breast like a baby was enough to make me want to keep a shirt on at all times.

"I don't think she liked your assessment." I looked back up. X had moved into the closet holding washed linens, and Carter was zipping up his bag. Natalie was still pushing medicine into her little bag like she had all day. X came out with a couple of blankets and handed them over to Carter.

"Carter, how did she get into that locker?" X.

"I suppose she used the key she got off of the dead nurse she was accused of groping." Really liking this man. He was sensible.

"Do you think anything useful is in any of them?"

"Probably."

"Chances of getting that key?"

"Likely if you go get it."

"Why don't you?"

"You're younger."

"I said something mean about her."

"And that means...?"

"She's in here for murder! There's no telling what she'll do to me."

"You have a gun."

"She has... a backpack."

Halfway into this conversation I turned around, pulled the key ouf of the locker, and started walking towards the two of them. X help up his gun. I held my hand out. My nonbloody one. Didn't want to be rude. X just looked.

I opened my hand to show the key. He didn't make a move. I shrugged and closed my hand.

"Wait." I opened my hand again. He placed his hand over mine, and grabbed it.

He passed me and strode over to the lockers. Carter nodded at me.

"What X means to say is thank you. "

"For someone who warned me about patients, you seem awfully friendly." Natalie's petty voice.

"She seems alright. Harmless."

X called from behind me. "Center for Murderers. Stress the murderer part. Only allowed in, if you've committed MURDER."

"Maybe it was an accident."

"You sound like you like the girl." Natalie finally finished with gathering her medicine. She walked slowly over to Carter and me.

"I'm just saying, she seems intelligent. Getting the key, finding her clothes, putting them on."

"Oh yes, she sounds like a just citizen. I found more clothes, and there's a necklace on the floor." I swiveled towards X and practically ran towards his back.

"X, look out!" Natalie, being the brave girl she was, warned X. He promptly turned and soon there was a gun to my chest. I shook my head at him and pointed at the necklace.

"I think she wants the necklace."

"Then give it to her."

He instead moved away from it and let me pick it up. Moving my pack on my shoulder finally, I hooked the necklace on. I held it for a moment. It was just a diamond flower, with a C etched in it. Very expensive. That wasn't what made it special. It was the last thing he gave to me.

"If the locker she used is correct, I think her name is Cyle." It was reflex for me to look at someone who had said my name, and I hadn't heard it in so long.

"She even responds to the name."

"That's a guys name!" I gave Natalie a mean look.

"She looks like she wants to kill me!" Carter chuckled.

"You insulted her name? What do you expect?"

She pouted. "I was just pointing out the obvious."

"We need to go. The sooner we head out, the better our chances are. We've avoided the big traffic. We have a decent amount of supplies. Lets go before we meet a truly mental patient." Carter the Sensible.

"I agree." X.

"Well lets hurry!" Carter put his bag on, and X moved to put the blankets in a duffle bag. Natalie did nothing. Her little bag of medicine was lying on the floor, and no one reminded her to her to get it. So I picked it up. I know. I was gracious and nice. Truthfully though I just wanted to see if there were any bandages in the bag. There weren't. She was hopeless. I got some.

"Wha- she took our medicine!" Natalie.

" I actually think she's improving upon it." Carter.

"Well why would she do that? She's not coming."

"Maybe she is."

"We are NOT taking a murderer."

"It's my car."

"Well... if she's going, I'm not!"

"Okay, you stay here. Maybe it'll be a nice vacation."

"X, stop him!"

"Why didn't you think to get bandages?" X.

"I didn't think we'd need them."

"And why wouldn't we?"

"Because I got medicine."

"If you're bleeding, what's going to stop it? The medicine? And then what are you going to put on it to protect it? How stupid are you?"

I considered stopping to wrap my hand, which most definitely needed stitches, or my feet, but I figured I should continue looking helpful. Cyle, why do you want to look helpful? These are three, "normal" human beings. They are obviously stupid, at least Natalie is, one of them has an odd name and drawls, and the smart one wants to take a murdering mental patient with them. Seems like an oxymoron. Take that English. I remembered!

"I'm sorry I didn't remember okay! I was watching crazy girl."

"Well crazy girl is doing your job!"

I carried the bag to X and handed to him, refusing to look him in the eye. He was too tall. Plus eyes were the windows to the soul, and it would be even more tempting to look into his past. Path of the righteousness. The unknowing. What crock of shit am I coming up with?!

"Thanks." His voice was gruff, and definitely unappreciative, but I took it for a huge thank you. Imagined big fanfare and sign saying "Thanks Cyle." Flashy lights. Like what was once Hollywood, but what was now Mobile. As in Alabama. Yeah, biggest, hottest, movie business, in Alabama. Hard to imagine. But California was flooded. Global warming shit? Icecaps melting... well it seems people should've been more focused on Antarctica.

Piece of shit island melted to 1/4 its size before a team got sent down there to stop it with their... whatever. Big laser ice ray? Hell, I don't know. I'm not cleared for that bullshit. Last I heard there were rumors of a laser the size of a needle sent to kill the president. Because that was the solution. Kill the president for global warming? GREAT plan, Sons of Liberty. Yeah... kinda like the ones for the Revolution and such except they killed anyone and everyone. Including themselves. More like a gang.

What did this have to do with anything? Well one of these norms(normal people, my short version) was thinking about him and the thought entered my brain. This gift of mine wouldn't shut the fuck up.

"We shouldn't take her. We don't know what she did or if she's stable or not. It doesn't matter that she shows signs of intelligence. She was here for a reason." X.

"Then maybe we should check her file." Carter.

I wasn't here. I was invisible, that was it. New gift. Not only am I psychic, I'm invisible. Moving on up into the world.

"Why can't we just leave?" I had a feeling that whiny, seductive voices were her thing. And my feelings were always right. Not trying to sound pompous, but they were. Unless they were coming from my emotional response system in which case I was full of shit. But who isn't?

"Maybe she can help us." Carter.

"Do what? Get murdered?!"

"She might know the layout. The people."

"Come on, Carter, you know she's been hyped on meds this entire time. What's the likelihood of her knowing anything useful?" X.

"She knew about the keys." Carter.

"Common sense!"

"So now she has sense?"

They sounded like a fighting family. I didn't like fighting families. So I walked passed them, out the door, and kept walking. I knew it was childish, and probably very stupid. They were the only sane people in here. Not only that, but they offered an escape. Then again, unlike Natalie, I knew there was a car left in the parking lot, and that it had a full tank of gas. So I had an alternate plan.

Problem was, whereas the halls were relatively empty before, now it was rushhour. For murderers. This scenario shows one of the top problems with the world today. Everyone has somewhere to go, and where I need to go doesn't matter. And the poor people still inside of that room, what were they going to do?

"Is that... a visitor. I don't like visitors." They'd attract the attention of a mass murderer. Great. If I just... leave them, how bad would I feel? Why, Cyle, you'd feel nothing at all. You're a stone cold bitch. I turned back. I had a weakness. Plus, they knew more about the last few months, the last few hours, hopefully, than I did. That made them qualified to take care of me.

Funny how I was going to end up taking care of them. I felt like a babysitter. Or a secret agent. To the rescue! They were trying to walk out as I walked in. I could have said "Stop! They're everywhere." But I didn't. Instead I stood there and pointed them back inside.

"What is she doing?' X.

"Telling us to go back in." Carter.

"And what, we're just supposed to listen to her?"

"Maybe."

"Carter, I know you have some misplaced affection for her but we have to get out of here and if she wants to help, she needs to get out of the way."

I looked behind my shoulder. People were walking around, almost in a daze. Where was he? I frowned.

"What is she looking for?"

"Maybe if she moved, we could see!" Natalie. I backed slowly away.

"Oh, you're pretty. Is the blonde real?" Fear. Screams.

"Don't touch me!"

"What's a pretty girl like you doing around here? You oughta know better."

The bitch was going to die. I eyed the three of them coming out of the room like everything was going to be okay. Like Natalie wasn't going to die of suffocation, and X would get stabbed. Carter would die in the parking lot. Why do I know that?! God, if you're out there, this gift sucks ass. Was the future certain? Hell, I didn't even know. At the moment though they were going to die. And if it was certain, then I couldn't do anything and I should just go get that car and leave.

Or wait for them all to die and take the supplies. Choices, choices.

"If anything is certain Cyle, you're is certain. So cheer up. " "But daddy, how do I know I'm not ugly?" "I said so." I don't want advice from my past damn it! This was no time to reminisce. Nothing is certain. Fate could be changed. Or so my father believed.

"Cyle." My head swung to Carter. I hadn't realized that I was lost in my visions. "Where should we go?" I blinked. He asked me a question. Why did he ask me a question? I was trying to figure out if fate was real and I didn't like flash decisions, damn it!

I pointed left. No, I did not just know which direction the murderer was going to be. I had a choice between the red and blue wire and I chose blue. Randomnly. No thought. No visions. I was going to hell. I just knew left would lead us to the staircase to downstairs and that was where Carter's car was.

"Are we really going to go in the direction of a murderer?" X.

Silence. No true silence. No, never true. There were people walking the halls, and somewhere there was a door swinging back and forth. Outside birds were chirping and dogs were barking. I would never have silence. Not of the mind. Not of the ears.

Hands sliding down her legs. He fingered her panties slowly, back and forth. His hands were freezing. In the living room a bell tolled. Every night. Hands sliding. Reaching, pulling, pushing. One night there was more. The knife. I had to use the knife.

"Cyle. Can you talk?"

But I could with my mouth.

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