Kiriska: Gah! I kept unconsciously switching to present tense instead of past. X_@ No idea why, I //never// write in present tense. -_- Oh well, here's the next part, on time, as promised.

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The Homicidal Maniac

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Breakout

Yamato

I suppose they were doing their job. Prodding me, interogating me, but stopping just before I went over the edge. But I never answered them. I would never open up to them. The strangers who claimed they wanted to help me. Why do they want to help me? So they can claim their paycheck no doubt. Many of them have given up on me, the stubborn ones will stop eventually. I lay there on my coat, in the hideous room of blues, thinking.

Has my anger faded? No, I grows with every day I spend here. This place is an obsticle in my way to destroy the fuckass bastard who destroyed my life. And I would escape, I was sure of that. It's only a matter of time. Some of the nurses have tried to help me 'adjust'. It's laughable, they come in and talk to me sometimes, telling me that everything will be alright. But they never stay long, because I ignore them. Every single time another talks to me I play mute, blind, and deaf. They can yell at me and I would not flinch. They could clap their hands in front of me and I would not blink. They could ask all the questions they want, but I would not speak.

In fact, they might actually believe me to be mute if not for my music. My music. The only thing that can bring the slightest bit of contentment. They have not taken my harmonica, and that I am grateful for. If I am not insane already, I would surely be insane if they had stripped me of the instrument. For that matter, they encouraged by music. Their theory was that it calms me down. And their right it does, but sometimes it strengthens the hate. I must've composed a dozen songs already, all of which hateful, angsty, and well, not happy.

I rolled over on my stomach and glanced at the door. I had not seen daylight in weeks, or had it been months already? No, weeks, there was a television in the lounge where we were allowed to go once a day under the strict eye of guards. We, I laughed bitterly to myself. Ishida Yamato, once surrounded by rabid fangirls, now surrounded by maniac retards. Most of the other people here were just people of mental illness who occasionally broke out in maniac screams. I knew they had others like me in the building, but far away from my end of it. They did not want too many psycho paths in the same area.

My mind started to wander, always to the same things. Why had the muthafuckin' bastard decided to kill my brother? What had he ever done to anyone besides be kind? Me on the otherhand, why not go after me? I was a jackass. It would make more sense for people to go after me. My stupid fame, my stupid temper. Why wasn't I murderered? Everything would have been so much better that way. I glared angrilly at the ground, it wasn't fair.

I stood up and started to pace. You've wasted too much time, Yamato, I told myself. You need to get out now. But how? All those TV shows that had jailed criminals climbing out from air vents were just TV. The air vents aren't big enough for a dog to fit through, much less a person. The place was also pretty heavily guarded, it was a nuthouse after all. I racked my brain for ideas. Back and forth, back and forth, I paced my cell, thinking. Then one of the nurses appeared at my door.

"Mister Ishida?" I wished they'd stop calling me that. I was not Mr.Ishida, that was my fuckass father. I ignored her and kept pacing. "Would you like to go to the lounge today?" I paused my steps, the lounge...why not? It might give me ideas for my escape. I didn't say anything and walked towards the door, which she opened. The nurse escorted me to the lounge, checked me in with a guard, then left.

There were only two other people there. Robbie Mackerfield, a delusional weirdo who kept seeing things, and Will Allison, a guy who believed that computers were conspiring to take over. I wondered what they had me filed under? 'Homicidal Psycho' perhaps? I shrugged, it no longer bothered me anymore. I knew why I had tried to kill Mimi, and somehow I don't regret it. Or, part of me didn't. The other half, the loud-mouth conscience of mine, would not shut up. 'You should be ashamed, Yamato.' 'How could you do that, Yamato?' 'Blah, blah, blah, Yamato.' I hate that voice.

I sat down on the sofa, a good distance away from the other two psychos, and watched the television. Hm, it was halloween today? October 31st that fast? How many weeks has it been then? Two? Three? My head spun slightly. It has been two weeks since I landed here. Three weeks and a day since TK..died. The television blared with some news report, all I heard was the droning of voices, I did not bother to listen. Until Takeru's image appeared on screen, then I gripped angrilly at the seat and tuned the voices in, wanting to know what they were saying.

What I heard did not please me. What I saw didn't either. That bastard at the jailhouse, the murderer, appeared on screen. The newsdumbasses were just now connecting the sonuvabitch to the murder of TK. How fucking dense could they be? And the bastard escaped?! Resuko Aymichi was his name. The tamed anger boiled, like magma swelling up in a volcano. I clenched and unclenched my fists, containing the rage. How did he escape!? How?! Who was he out to destroy now?! I needed to escape. Tonight! Before be ran his sorry ass out of Odaiba.

One of the guards noticed by fury, but didn't say anything. I was just a psychopath anyway, I get moody. He turned his attention away and flipped through a magazine. My eyes darted around like a trapped animal, trying to think up of some escape plan. Anything! I needed to get out of here, haul my ass to the city, and kill the bastard! My adrenaline rushed, my heart beat, I was on edge, like I had downed a 6-pack of caffinated drinks. A simple idea surfaced in my head. Yes! So simple! I plastered on a demonic grin and started laughing to myself. I laughed, it was a freaky sound, deep, menicing, evil, creepy. The guard raised an eyebrow at me, but that was all.

I got a grip of myself and plastered on my imfamous, expressionless face. I waited a few minutes, going over the plan, then stood up and went towards the officer. "I need to use the restroom." I told him in a monotone voice. Again, he raised an eyebrow at me and gave me a funny look, but he didn't say anything. He merely nodded, grabbed my arm roughly and brought me to the bathroom. "Five minutes." he said routinely. I didn't say anything and entered the stink-filled wasteroom.

They seriously needed more sanitary facilities, but at the moment, I didn't give a flyin' fuck. I just hid in one of the stalls, waiting for my five minutes to be up. Waiting, my arms tensed in anticipation. It was win or lose, I would only get once chance. And I hoped that dumbass bastard of a guard didn't have his guard up. The minutes ticked away. "Hey! Your time is up! Get outta there!" a wicked grin crossed my face and I waited. "I said get out! Don't make me come in there!" he bellowed at me. I chuckled to myself, no, no, my all means, officer, come in...

Slowly the door opened and he entered, suspicious. His right hand was at his tranquilizer, no guns were permitted on the premises. I waited, a viper in the grass, waiting for my prey. He checked the stalls, I was in the 2nd stall, crouched on the toliet so he could not see my feet. No doubt he expected me to be in the last one, the most roomy and furthest away from the door. He opened the door to the second stall not expecting to see anything. But my nasty little grin was there.

I leapt on him, his head hitting the ground with a nice crack. Unconscious. That was way easier than I had expected. Laughing, I took his keys and his tranquilizer. I then dragged him into the shall and went to the exit of the bathroom. I glanced around, all clear, no nurses, no doctors, no guards. I darted from the restroom and down the hall, there was a closet where the nurses and doctors and other orderlies kept their uniforms. I had seen it several times on my daily visit with the psychologist bastard. I found it in minutes.

Hurriedly I opened the door and closed it behind me. Working as fast as I possibly could, I changed out of my 'prison' uniform and slipped on a doctors' coat. I ruffled my hair and pulled it into an obscure style. I pocketed the traq and keys then left the room. There was a nurse outside, I paid absolutely no attention to her and headed to the elevator. She totally ignored me save a "Hello, Doctor." YES! Perfect! There was no one in the elevator and I landed on the ground floor without trouble. Suddenly I heard the the alarm sound. They must've found the guard.

I moved swiftly towards the exit, trying to look conspicious. Nurses were rushing around, alarmed by the loud siren-like noise. I had my hand on the exit when someone called me. "Doctor! We have a--" I bolted, the door flew open and I sprinted. I only paused twice to fire from my traquilizer, both tries missed so I gave up on that. I ran, there was no way they could catch me, they were caught too offguard. No one had expected this. It was late afternoon and the sun was beginning to lower in the horizon.

There was nothing out there but tall crops and cattle! I plunged into a wheatfield and made my way through blindly. I dug through the golden-grown forest for what seemed like an hour. The voices and shouts of my pursurs faded and disappeared. I walked around in a circle and made a tiny clearing in the crops. I was tired, but the excitement still pumped through my veins. I had gotten this far, I needed to finish this. I glanced upward, the sun was an orange-pink glow now, the darkness setting in. After a brief break I was on the move again, I plowed in one direction, I had to come to the end of this maze eventually.

After another hour I finally broke through the walls of wheat. I could see the bright lights of down-town Odaiba in the far distance. No way I could walk the distance in one night. I was hungry as well. I felt my eagarness die away. Even if I could cover the distance, what would I do? I was weaponless save the tranquilizers. And I was running short of ammo on that anyway. Each stupid tranq was only filled with five darts. I had already used two. Three probably won't be enough. He had a weapon made to kill, I had a weapon to stun.

You should have never tried it, Yamato, the voice lectured, you have no chance out here. Odaiba is miles away and you are beat. The officers at the psychoward are going to be looking for you. You have no chance! SHUT UP! I HATE that VOICE! It WON'T Shut UP! Furiously I looked around, there had to be sometimes he could steal...a car, a truck, something?! He HAD to get to Odaiba before the sonuvabitch murderer gets away! There! A horse was tied to a post a distance away. Horses were fast right?

I hurried to the beast, it totally ignored me as I untied it and climbed onto his back. I had only ridden a horse twice. Neither time had went well, but oh well...I pulled the right rein, turning the horse around, once it was facing the city, I kicked and we took off. The wind blew past me, ripping at my face and pulling my hair backwards. I gripped the reins rightly and leaned forward, trying to sheild myself from the merciless winds. I was going to kill him! I was! And no one will stop me! I squeezed my legs and forced the animal faster. My vision blurred and I could not see much but the blackess around me and the distant glow of the city.

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Kiriska: ^_^ Yay, Yama escaped'd! XD Plz review! No idea who POV me next..hm....