"Go to sleep..." I said with a low tone, repeating myself so screams may feel the room. Surely this man was horrified by my appearence...surely I wasn't dreaming...surely I was dead...the man inched forward, no face, black clothing, and black spikes...no wait...tentacles wrapped around his figure. His hands outstretched towards me.
"No..." It whispered through that same static fog, my hands trembling. Suddenly I sprung forward to jab it through this man, waiting for blood to splatter on my face, though it never came...my arms were tied in those tentacles, twisting me to where my back was to this slender man and tying them up promptly so I could neither move, run, or escape from his clutches. Was this hell? Was this man the devil himself?
"I don't...know what the hell you think you're doing..." I managed, the man walking forward making me as well. We exited the room. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!" The man didn't say a word. "Let me go damn it!"
"You've wandered into...my home...this is not...a place for the likes of you..." The static reined, the floor creaking. He walked me to the stair case, leading me up them without reason why.
"I found this place. It's my fucking home!" There was no pausing nor stopping at the top of the stairs as the man had him turn left and down the hall. Photo's of long ago hung there on the walls and empty rooms filled the corridor. Syringes, bottles, gauze were flung through out the floors.
"You've become...something other...then yourself young one..." The slender man whispered again, through the static. "You shouldn't have changed..." With facial expression in a grimace it turned quickly to surprised when the sound of screaming and yelling came forth from down the hallway. Those words of 'help me!' and 'get me out of here' sending chills down the man's spine. The yell of victims made his heart race.
"My, my..." I said in a low tone, the screams continuing to echo throughout the asylum. "Isn't that...a lovely sound..." Forgetting he still carried a knife in his hand, though truly finding it unneccesarry to hold onto it for the fact he felt...right at home. So of course didn't make a move to release the tentacles from his grip.
"Allow me to...show you to your fate..." Finally they stopped at the end of the hall. A room to the right was open due to the door being flung off it's hinges to...who knows what reason...
"My fate!? I'd be damned if I saw my fate before me..." I snarled, twisting and turning in the man's grip. "Now let me go before I rip you to shreds with my knife." Suddenly the blade was taken from my hand by yet another tentacle. Throwing it to the side with a loud clanking noise hitting the floors. I didn't say anything as we entered the dark room. Outside the windows rain began to pour and the sound of dripping could be heard echoing through out the room.
"Sit my child..." He said immediatly, turning me around and pushing me against a table as I lowered myself onto a seat.
"Fuck you! Fuck you and your existance whoever the hell you may be...or whatever the hell you may be!" I argued as the slender man tied my arms behind my back with a spare string cutting off most if not all of my circulation...I could feel it. Before I could speak further on the matter another figure appeared in the room soon after. Smiling, laughing lightly under heated breath at the door we had just entered from.