- Title - Death's Hand.

- Author - EngelWachter ( only half cause I can't really remember the rest, lol! But it'll be less to write )

== If you'd like to know. I didn't copy from anyone for this original fic from me, myself and I. I write as I think, and if you think that this refers to someone else's work, then you must be on drugs or something. But seriously, this is my own writing piece. So, hope you like.

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The walls. Black. The stainless steel floor. Crimson. My hands. Bloody. My body. Destroyed.

My eyes shot open and I sat up quickly. Sweat dripped off my forehead and bangs, a bad dream. "Saliss," I hissed as I glared out the barred window.

"Go back to sleep," my roomate muttered from his bed across the floor.

I got to my feet, feeling the cold steel on my flesh. It wasn't a dream. It was reality inside this place. I looked at my hands, faint scar reminders of what I had gone through in this place. I padded over to the walls, black. The floor was crimson from my ongoing bodily assault. Physically, I was well built. My hair was a dark raven color and my eyes a light blue, not matching my dark vortex of a mind and personality. I wore the simple assylum outfit consisting of a white, two sizes too big, t-shirt and baggy overalls who's pant legs cuffs dragged on the steel flooring. Living here for almost all my seventeen years, I've seen a lot of freaks. Not only the one staring back at me, my reflection on the mirror. I always had a gruff look about me, my bottom jaw always jutted out as if I was ready to brawl. I got into many fights here, won my share and lost only once to a Gurnie. That's what we call the uniformed soldier attendents here who keep us in check. The whole assylum was like a haunted castle, with the weird looking trees outside the fenced and electric fence. The weird roofing job and an evil hag in the celler. Just kidding. But she was an old hag, that bitch. She sent me to the extreme case room. My problem?

"Cole, stop pacing around the room," my roomate grumbled as he sat up, stretching his arms over his head and letting out a loud yawn.

I had now realized I was pacing. I do it unintentionally sometimes when I'm deep in thought. "Don't tell me what to do, Rei," I snapped as I looked upwards.

The window above me was slightly cracked, letting a nice smooth wintery breeze into the room. The cold didn't bother me, and when I looked at Rei. I had to supress my gut instinct to laugh. His mid-neck length blonde hair stuck out at odd ends and bags were under his eyes. He looked like someone slapped him around a bit with a samon. "Cole..."

"Yeah?"

"Stop staring at me you loser," he grunted as he got out of his bed.

"Loser? Is that the best you can do? I'd rather be called a pansy!" I exclaimed with a hint of amusement in my voice.

Rei was the only roomate I had who hadn't tried to kill me for my dry sense of humor and sarcasm. Along with my theiving skills of sharp objects. "Okay, you're a girl then," Rei said sharply.

"You're a fucking bastard for saying that. Maybe I'll put itching creme in your shampoo bottle next time," I replied with a challenging grin.

Rei looked over at me as he made his bed. He was always the nice and neat one in the room. I usually just piled my sheets on on side of my bed and then pulled them back when I would go to sleep. "You dare....I will seriously get you back."

Rei and I exchanged glares and soon he cracked a smile. "You're a real loser, Cole."

"Not as big as a loser you are, prick."

"Oh, now I'm a prick, eh?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah..."

Rei walked over to the door and opened it, peered out into the hall and closed it again. "Breakfast is being prepared, smell that bacon?" He asked.

I took a big sniff, but realized I couldn't really smell anything. I shoved him out of the way and pulled the door open, took a big wiff of bacon and backed into the room. "I smell it...and now you made me drool," I growled as I wiped the saliva off the front of my overalls.

"Drooling is toddler behavior...how old are you again? Seven?"

I punched Rei in the arm and he started to laugh as we entered the hallway. Two Gurnies trooped down the hallway and as they passed, I plugged my nose. Rei smirked and his eyes revealed question. A split second later his eyes bugged out and he covered his face. "What the hell!?" He growled, muffled by his hands.

"I don't think this place allows them to wear a great amount of deoderant," I chuckled in my hands.

We both walked to the cafeteria, laughing like maniacs. But, well, we are. I'm a self-abuse freak, and Rei is just..well, psyco. He killed his brothers when his parents brought them home from the hospital. He also burned the house down then raided another home. Killing everything he saw. But luckily, he got past the killing. And now he just likes fire and knives. I like knives when they're in my skin, sending waves up my arm.

"Cole? Hey Cole!" Rei yelled.

I felt a sharp pain on the side of my head and the ground rushed at me. I hit the ground and Rei was standing above me, glaring at a young man with black overalls. I raised my right hand up and rubbed my left cheek. Blood was on my hand and I quickly felt a rush of rage. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I snarled as I got to my feet.

"Oh, didn't see you," he replied with a straight face.

I grabbed the cuff of his shirt and lifted him off his feet. Clearly, he had to be fifteen or sixteen. "You're scum...I don't have time to mess with you," I sneered.

He only cracked a smile as I dropped him. He walked away like nothing happened. Rei frowned. "The kid's new, don't know his name though," he said with a shrug.

"Yeah, well. If he wants to get to know me better...he'd better bring an extra body," I muttered.

If only I knew I was getting myself into too deep of shit that I could comprehende at the time, I'd probably had let my rage loose. But, no. I myself, am a complete dumbass. I ran into something and quickly leered around, ready to brawl. A Gurnie was standing right there. If only my nose was working, I'd have smelt him and took off running. "Cole Smith?" He asked.

"Yeah. That's me," I replied as I let my hands fall.

He pulled out a stick and quickly blindsided me, knocking me senseless. I heard Rei grunt in surprise, then a thud. It was my own body hitting the floor, then another and I knew it was Rei who had fallen next to me. But why had I been knocked unconscience? Had I done something wrong?

-- To Be Continued -- Hope you liked. I know it was short and all, but I promise the next chapter'll be longer! ^^; and the main/first person is a guy if you haven't figured it out yet...hehe.