The siren came without warning. One moment I was asleep, embraced by peaceful dreams of being back at home with Emma in my arms, and the next hearing a siren that wouldn't end. It was so loud that I had to cover my ears, hoping that I wouldn't go deaf. In the beginning I thought it was a wake up call. But my internal clock told me it was in the dead of night. As soon as I realized the reason why the siren went off, my blood ran cold and I started to sweat profusely. They were coming.

I rose out of bed and my heart was pounding to the point where I thought it was trying to free itself from my chest. A wave of wails and sobs filled the prison section, ending with Matt whispering in his bed.

"Oh Christ, please, not tonight. Please don't take me for the love of God. Please, God" I heard Matt say over and over. I was petrified, Matt was one of the toughest people I know and if he was on the verge of breaking down then I knew this was very serious.

As the siren wailing came to a stop, it was followed by dead silence. No one made a sound, the only thing I could hear was my breathing and my heart pounding in my chest. The sickening sound of the vault door opening was the only sound you could hear as the door slowly opened.

What followed was utterly terrifying. A putrid smell that was excruciating entered the prison as I watched slouched figures walk out of the vault, walking very slowly to the point where I thought they were struggling to walk. They all met in the middle of the courtyard and just stood there as still as statues.

I then heard them shriek. One by one they began to shriek loudly. The sound reminded me of a hollows shriek except louder and more violent. Then it was silent, dead silent, I thought they were gone. The only thing that told me they were still present was the constant wheezing that came from them. It sounded like they were struggling to breath. The shriek was heard again until I saw them separate from the courtyard and form pairs of two as they walked slowly towards the staircases. There were about 14 of them and there were seven pairs. Four pairs turned around and walked toward the staircase away from us while three pairs began to walk towards our set.

They were coming.

That thought was frightening. Frightening to the point where I almost forgot how to breathe. Seeing them was terrifying, but not seeing them was worse. That meant they were going for the stairs.

Silence dominated the entire scene except the wheezing that came from the monstrosities. Every patient had their hand clamped over their mouth, as if letting out one sound would seal their fate.

"What are they doing?" I asked Matt.

"You know what they are doing. Now shut up mate. Please" he said before pulling the covers over his head.

I wanted to know. Soon I couldn't take it anymore. As quietly as possible, I got out of bed and crawled to the entrance of the cell. The creaking of the bed was extremely loud. I regretted my decision. Matt shot up from bed, looking at me with shock.

"Jake. Get back in bed! Don't draw attention to the cell! Jacob?!" I ignored him and crawled to the edge of the cell. I had to know what was going to happen.

I then heard a wail that was above me and another that was across the prison. This mournful wail sounded like it came from a humans. I froze when I heard it. The wail slowly turned into one word that was said over and over. "No." I studied the creature as it was walking down the corridor. I counted and realized it was on floor 7.

The abomination took long exaggerated steps as it walked down the corridor. The body would twitch and shake as it continued to walk, the head would jerk upward every 10 steps. It was a creepy movement that caught me in a trance. A light was flashed and I saw all the features of the creature and I felt my heart drop into my stomach.

The figure was wearing a hood that completely covered its face and its limbs were contorted in a way that I thought was physically impossible. I couldn't see it's face, but all I saw was two red eyes that I thought could melt metal. The figure was well above six feet tall although it was very skinny. It was still completely and utterly terrifying, and I thought hollows were terrifying (I was used to looking hollows and their disgusting eyes).

I was studying the creature so hard I didn't realize it at the cell that had the wailing patient was was constantly saying "no no no no no". The creature made a blood curdling scream as it stared at its prey. The peculiar, out of bed, was curled up in a ball up against the wall. I realized the patient was eleven years old. The creatures stood still watching the patient, the wheeze it would constantly make was the only reminder that was signaling that it was alive.

The wheezer's hand (my nickname that I gave them because of their constant wheezing) then emmited a light that was constantly moving untill I saw a X was on a door. The innocent eleven year old began to plead with the creature with tears streaming down his face constantly as if it was a waterfall. The creature just stood their motionless.

Then, my view of the scene was blocked. It took me a second to realize what was blocking my vision and when I did, my heart skipped a beat as the realization sunk in. What stood in front of me was a hood.

I was frozen with fear as I stared into its bloodshot red eyes. Because of how close I was to the figure, I was able to distinguish the features beneath the hood. The skin looked like wrinkled leather, the red glowing eyes were wide and wild. It's head would twitch so violently and fast I actually thought its head and body were on fast forward. That was all I was able to distinguish as I freed myself out of my trance and fell to the floor, crawling back towards my bed. The figure then reached into its pocket and revealed a huge syringe that was dirty to the point where I thought it was never ever cleaned.

I heard someone else say "no no no" until it realized it was my voice that was saying this.

I couldn't bear to look at the monster anymore. I felt as if I kept looking at the creature anymore my sanity would finally snap like a twig. I closed my eyes and hid my head into the crook of my arm as if that was going to protect me.

I heard the wheezing and accepted the fate that Matt and I were going to be taken and have God only knows what is done to us. But then I heard the wheezing from the wheezers become distant as it walked down the corridor.

I closed my eyes shut and remained in my curled ball position until I was completely sure the coast was clear. I u curled myself and scrambled to my feet and flung myself toward the entrance of the cell and peeking my head up to see the creature walking down the staircase.

"Is there a mark?" Matt whispered. "Is there an X on the cell door?"

I poked my head to see the center of the cell door and I realized there wasn't a mark.

"Nothing"

Matt let out a huge sigh of relief that was followed with a "thank you god."

"We got lucky. Now get back into bed, it's not over yet" Matt said with his head still under the covers.

I ignored his comment and I stared back at the cell to see that the wheezer hasn't moved a single inch from the marked cell door ever since it marked it. The kid, now accepting his fate, had his back turned away from the wheezed as he was curled up in a ball rocking back and forth.

I then hear more figures emerge from the door to see guards accompanied by seven invisible forces that I quickly realized were the Corrupt.

I heard the wheezers scream again and the endless "no" was back from about seven cells. I look to the invisible figures and I see them separate and go towards the seven cells. The only reason why I saw them was because a small light was on and it cast a shadow behind each of them. I then saw one of the corrupts stand in front of the cell with the kid and I watched the scene unfold.

The cell door suddenly opened I hear screams and pleads of "please don't" that was ignored by the wheezers and the corrupt. The kid and other patient were then dragged out of the cell by their wrists with such force as if they were just two bags of feathers. The kid was flailing against the iron grip as he was hoisted into the air. The wheezer screamed in delight before grabbing a syringe and drove it into the kids neck. The kid went immediately limp and the Corrupt began to drag him as they approached the vault door.

I watched as the wheezers, the guards, the Corrupt, and seven unconscious patients enter the vault door. I was startled by this, not because of seeing the eleven year old dragged into the vault to a fate that I could never even imagine about, but because I felt...nothing. Not a bone in my body felt bad for the seven patients.

The mindset that you need to have in this place is 'it's either them or it's me.' As I crawled back into bed, I couldnt help but feel a smirk slowly form on my face.

I enjoyed writing this chapter so much I decided to finish it up early and post it early. Btw thx for 4K reads! Not sure if that is a lot but it's a lot to me. Anyway pls review and tell me what you think