Chapter Eight: Back

I woke up from what felt like an endless sleep. I found myself strapped to a chair again. I was in the same white room with a speaker in front of me. I was back in the goddamned asylum.

"Hello Mr. Viceroy. It's me, Dr. Machal. I have some unfortunate news for you sir." Dr. Machal said through the speaker.

"How did I get here?" I asked.

"The police found you and your accomplice in the slums. Your accomplice is to be trialed in 48 hours for helping you escape. You are to be in this cell permanently and your food will be brought to you during recess time along with your medication. You will also be allowed no visitors. You will remain here until you show some sign of recuperation."

"What about my brain cancer?"

"Ah yes, I am deeply sorry about that sir. But there is nothing we can do."

"How long do I have left?"

"It is hard to tell. You will be getting a medicine along with your daily sedative to stop the migraines. Goodbye Mr. Viceroy. And again; sorry."

'Great… So Harvard is in prison, I am back in this mother fucking institute, I still have my brain cancer, I'm running out of time, the government still thinks I lost my fucking mind, and whoever did all this to me is still running free. Could it be any worse?'

I looked around wondering if I was really crazy.

'Everything I have tried to find as evidence is gone. Even Devil Never Cry. And that son of a bitch manager would've spoken if he really knew about anything I was saying after that tight choke I gave him. The test results indicate I really am crazy as well. Could it be that after all, I really lost it?'

I spent the rest of the evening trying to remember what had happened when I got that migraine outside the strip club. Everything after getting the migraine 'till now was so shady…

'All I remember is how painful the migraine was. I remember feeling as if the world was spinning and I also remember hearing voices in my head. Although I don't remember who the voices belonged to or what they said. I remember this deep, dark voice but I can't recall if it was coming from my head or not. Besides that I can't remember anything else no matter how hard I try to.'

I then began to think about Harvard and his trial.

'He's gonna be trialed in two days and I can't do anything about it but wait. I needed him to prove I'm not crazy. But perhaps he'll show up with the hallucinogen-infected sedative to prove I'm not crazy and that he did have motive to break me out. So I just have to wait and see. Goddamn I think they already gave me my daily sedative while I was unconscious because I'm feeling sleepy… Mother fuckers are still drugging me…'