I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS SO FAR!! I DO OWN DR. AQUITAS AND THE
GUARDS IN THIS CHAPTER THOUGH.
Chapter 2
Dr. Aquitas wiped a bead of sweat off of his brow. He was frightened of the pale boy sitting in front of him, his cold, merciless blue eyes, his gaunt look, and his pale skin. He was mostly frightened because he knew of all the people this child had killed, and because the boy was only 14 when he did it.
"Artemis, do you have any regret over your actions at all?"
"Dr. Aquitas, if you ask me that question one more time, I will take your pen and shove it through your neck."
The old doctor glanced up to make sure the guards were still there. He was slightly reassured once he saw them but still, he took his pen, as well as any other pointy objects and locked them in his desk.
They sat in a small, dark room, with only a desk, two chairs, and four guards in each corner. It was Artemis' second week here, in one of the most secure mental institutes in the world. Dr. Aquitas was ready to quit, just to get away from this boy.
"Well Artemis, it is time to go."
"Thank god," he replied. Normally he would have come back with a snappy retort but a mental institute can really do a number on you. Artemis walked to the door and the guards put handcuffs on him. They escorted him to his cell where they took off his handcuffs and locked him in.
Artemis walked over to the stone basin inset in the wall. It was full of clear, cool water. He splashed some on his face and reached for a towel. As he was grabbing the towel, his hand knocked something off of the edge of the sink. "A comb," Artemis said to himself. He had a plan.
Chapter 2
Dr. Aquitas wiped a bead of sweat off of his brow. He was frightened of the pale boy sitting in front of him, his cold, merciless blue eyes, his gaunt look, and his pale skin. He was mostly frightened because he knew of all the people this child had killed, and because the boy was only 14 when he did it.
"Artemis, do you have any regret over your actions at all?"
"Dr. Aquitas, if you ask me that question one more time, I will take your pen and shove it through your neck."
The old doctor glanced up to make sure the guards were still there. He was slightly reassured once he saw them but still, he took his pen, as well as any other pointy objects and locked them in his desk.
They sat in a small, dark room, with only a desk, two chairs, and four guards in each corner. It was Artemis' second week here, in one of the most secure mental institutes in the world. Dr. Aquitas was ready to quit, just to get away from this boy.
"Well Artemis, it is time to go."
"Thank god," he replied. Normally he would have come back with a snappy retort but a mental institute can really do a number on you. Artemis walked to the door and the guards put handcuffs on him. They escorted him to his cell where they took off his handcuffs and locked him in.
Artemis walked over to the stone basin inset in the wall. It was full of clear, cool water. He splashed some on his face and reached for a towel. As he was grabbing the towel, his hand knocked something off of the edge of the sink. "A comb," Artemis said to himself. He had a plan.
