The Brink of Insanity:

I woke up in cold sweat, the A.C in the room didn't help cool my still shell-shocked nerves, realizing it was just a nightmare, I wiped the sweat off my brow, leaned back and laughed like the Joker, and a Wheezer entered the Infirmary trying to figure out what was wrong. I sat in my cot, stuck a finger in his face, pointed at him and kept laughing. When the warden came back, I was panting; I wiped the tears from my eyes and stifled an obnoxious Joker laugh. The warden locked eyes with me, serious as hell; I couldn't help, but thrust a finger in his face and hysterically laugh. He frowned and grabbed me by the collar of my uniform;

"What the hell is so funny?!"

"Stop I'm about to pee myself!"

He let go of me snapping his fingers, calling a Blacksuit into the room. He looked at me again and sighed, I was covered in sweat, my face was crimson red and I was still laughing as if I was on toxic laughing gas. The Blacksuit grabbed me by the back of my shirt with the I.V stand trailing besides us we left the Infirmary. I turned to the Blacksuit,

'I bet your mom was real "pretty"… after all you must've gotten her "beautiful" genes."

The Blacksuit glared at me, clenched his fists and positioned to punch me. It felt as if a sledge hammer it me, I doubled over in pain, howling, the Blacksuit smirked. To his dismay, this only made the situation more hilarious than its original state, so I laughed my head off, pissing him off even further.

"Shut the hell up!"

"Make me stop ugly!"

"Shut the hell up or I'll wring your puny neck!"

"I'm so scared."

Just the warden appeared out of thin air, fight in front of us, glaring at me;

"What's taking so long?"

"Sir, it's just that…"

"Are you a magician? You just showed up out of nowhere like poof… except without the smoke and magician's outfit… You're also too old, ugly, and scary-looking to be a magician… May I suggest a career change?"

"… I can see now what's taking you so long… Take him to the room and restrain him, turn on the air conditioning and set it at a comfortable temperature. We don't need him crazier than he is…"

"Yes, of course sir!"

"Hey, where are we going, Mr. Ogre?"

Warden Cross face palmed and left my sorry butt with the ever s beautiful Blacksuit. The Blacksuit glared and continued to drag me down the endless hall. He threw me into a room with a projector and a projection screen, other than that and a chair, there was nothing else. He grabbed me and dropped me into a cold metal chair, and zip tied my limbs to the arms and legs of the chair, he grabbed the A.C remote and adjusted the room's temperature, with a push of the button, the projector sputtered to life and Mr. Ogre left. I finally managed to calm down and suppress my laughter; I looked at the projection screen with question, focusing all my attention at it. The grainy picture shifted into one of those old fashioned countdown things. The picture quality was terrible, the countdown hit zero and an explosion played, the audio scaring the crap out of me. The explosion formed a mushroom cloud, the ones that form after a nuke. The scene changed from an aerial view to a ground view, the screen displayed various Asians on the ground, presumably dead, covered in scars and rotting flesh, some were even missing fingers and limbs. I realized that this was about World War II, when the U.S dropped "Fat Man" and "Little Boy" on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Despite all the gruesome things displayed on the screen, I barely felt sick; I guessed that last night's dream was the worst of it. Images of wars, battles, decapitated bodies, severed heads, and entrails spilling from what seemed like a human bodies flashed across the screen. At the end of the clip, a voice in the back of my head spoke to me, it said;

"See all this destruction? Don't you want to be a part of it? Don't you want this power?"

I laughed realizing that this was the plan, to convince me into joining their side, to turn into a Blacksuit. A moment later, Warden Cross and another Blacksuit entered and undid all my restraints.

"Are you going to join us in our purging of the weak?"

"Is that what you called it? I thought it was something along the lines of mass murder or perhaps the term "genocide" might be of some use?"

I threw my head back and laughed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Why warden, I think I'm on the brink of insanity!"

Author's Note:

Hey guys... xxtornxxtormentedxx here... I'm sorry that I uploaded so late, but I can't make up any excuses besides the fact that I had a major case of writer's block and my brain began to malfunction... So once again I truly am sorry and will attempt to upload quicker. Unfortunately I cannot make any promises... So anyways... I really have ruined Donovan... I guess that dying twice in dreams can do that to a person... Sorry if I ruined your image of him... And the whole WWII thing about "Fat Man" and "Little Boy", my 8th grade social studies teacher actually gave us printout of the people in Hiroshima and Nagasaki who were effect by the nuclear destruction and let me tell you it was horrible, the people were so disfigured that you couldn't tell who it was... I'm sorry if any of my Japanese readers, if I have any, are offended by this... I'm sorry that you guys are portrayed as evil, don't worry I'm an Asian too, and I feel your pain. And I especially hate how some Americans are so ignorant and think that they are high and mighty because Asians are so freaking different, but we all should embrace our Asian history and culture because it is who we are even if it's something different! :) Anyways... I once again need help... yup you guessed it another case of writer's block... Just P.M me...