The Escape

Matt stared up at the asylum in front of him. Shady Hills was the home to the criminally insane of North Carolina. It was also home to his baby brother Jeff. He hadn't seen Jeff for about four years now. Jeff had killed a boy during school one day, and the case had never even made it to trial. Jeff was too crazy to even sit in a courtroom, so they had locked him up in the nuthouse. Matt hadn't even seen Jeff in all those years because he was too "dangerous" to have any visitors. They did let him write letters at first, but then they stopped for a couple of years. Matt had tried to just move on with his life, because he knew Jeff was only going to land him in trouble anyway. Jeff was an instrument of pure evil, and he had no qualms about it. Matt knew he wasn't a saint himself, but he wasn't quite the monster Jeff could be.

Then, just one week ago, Matt had received another letter from Jeff. To the untrained eye, it all looked like gibberish. But Matt knew better than that. It was the made up language he and Jeff used to use when they were kids. The message was short, simple and to the point.

They are hurting me. Get me out.

Matt's shock was what prompted him to do a little digging into the history of Shady Hills. He talked to former inmates there and found out the doctors kept all the patients way too drugged up, and would beat them if they got out of line. One former patient saw Jeff kill several of the doctors, but the teenager was too drugged to take them all on. And to make matters worse, they were using electroshock therapy on him. At least, the doctors called it electroshock therapy. The majority of people who used to be trapped there believed the doctors were just electrocuting people and calling it a treatment. That did not set well with Matt at all.

It had taken Matt the whole week to figure out a way to get into Shady Hills. Of course, getting in was going to be easy compared to the task of getting himself and Jeff out of the asylum. But honestly, he didn't care about the risks. Jeff's message from his letter kept repeating itself over and over again in his mind. They are hurting me. Get me out. They are hurting me. Get me out.

"Hello Dr. Sawyer," one of the nurses said.

Matt grinned as he shook the nurses hand. Currently, he was disguised as Dr. Tom Sawyer, Jeff's new psychiatrist. The real Dr. Sawyer's body had yet to be discovered. "Hello," he said pleasantly. "Am I allowed to see my patient now?"

The nurse frowned. "I thought you were supposed to see Dr. Evans right now."

Shit, who's Dr. Evans? Matt thought to himself. He had forgotten to find out that part from Dr. Sawyer.

Luckily, Matt was saved from having to answer that question by the sound of screaming. Unfortunately, it sounded like it was Jeff who was screaming. As the nurse turned around, Matt grabbed her from behind, put his hand over his mouth and sliced her throat open. Then he let her fall to the ground and he ran towards the source of his screaming. The gun he had in his coat pocket suddenly felt very heavy, so he took it out of his pocket and cocked it. He was going to have to move extra fast now.

"GET OFF OF ME!" Jeff roared. "LET ME GO YOU FUCKING SONS OF BITCHES! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! I'LL FUCKING KILL ALL OF YOU!"

It wasn't hard finding where Jeff was being kept with him screaming like that. Matt got to his room and found three dead bodies on the floor. About five orderlies were trying to hold him down so one of the doctors could inject some kind of sedative into him. "Hey you bastards," Matt growled. He started firing off shots right and left. "Pick on someone your own size."

Six shots were fired and six bodies hit the floor. Matt reloaded the gun and went to check on Jeff. "Jeff? Jeff? Are you okay?"

Jeff didn't look very okay at all. He was a lot skinnier than he had been before being locked up. His blonde hair had grown out several inches, and it was dirty and unkempt. "Kill," Jeff muttered. He got to his feet shakily. "Must kill." He reached into Matt's pocket and pulled out another one of his knives. "Kill…blood…peanuts…murder…Skittles…" He paused and looked at Matt. "I don't remember the way out."

"It's okay," Matt assured him. He took Jeff by the hand and led him out of the room. "I'm going to get us out of here. Just hang on to me."

There were plenty of doctors and nurses that tried to stop them. But even with Jeff clinging to him, Matt had one big advantage: the gun. He picked everyone who tried to stop them off one by one, and Jeff even managed to get a stab or two in. But when they were near the exit, they came across the last doctor. It was Dr. Evans--the head honcho of the entire place. The one who had ordered all the stuff to be done to Jeff. Matt shot him in both his kneecaps so he would be completely defenseless. Then he turned to look at Jeff. "Go get him Jeffey," he said with a grin.

Jeff just growled as he stared at Dr. Evans. His eyes had a glazed over feral look in them. He approached the fallen doctor with the knife, muttering to himself the entire time. The only really coherent sentence was "Let's cut open YOUR brain doctor and see what's inside."

Matt grinned and watched his baby brother get to work. He knew he was unleashing a monster by letting Jeff out like this. But he honestly didn't care. Jeff was his baby brother, and blood always--ALWAYS--overruled right and wrong in his mind. Besides, despite being completely crazy, Jeff was good company. Most of the time anyway. "Don't take too long buddy. We have to get out of here before we both get locked up in a different nuthouse."

Jeff just ignored him and kept on torturing Dr. Evans with the knife.

Matt sighed and leaned up against the wall. This was going to take awhile.