Asylum

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I'm a pretty good writer and I get my stuff proofread but for some reason, no matter what program I use, words go missing Dx Sorry for any inconvience.

Edit: Tried to go through and fix some things. Hopefully they'll stay fixed

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"Hi again Franken!"

He turned at the sound of his first name, frowning hard at the girl in front of him. Her blond hair was dripping red at the edges, her left cheek splashed in the crimson ick, rolling down from her left eye...eye socket that is. The corners of her lips tilted up, bearing pristine white teeth. Her black dress was tattered and ripped.

"Hello Marie.."

She giggled, batting her eyelashes at him, causing a griamce to flash across his face. He was itching to drive something through her heart. Maybe she'd leave him alone then. He glanced around. The forest as usual, the trees tall and towering, ominous even when the sun was shining as bright as today. The grass was dull, practically black really.

He looked down at himself. Really, this dress was starting to piss him off. It was grey and ripped. It was dripping red much like his companions hair. His dress shoes were black and red splattered the fronts.

"Oh Stein! I found someone new today. He's very pretty. All red and bitter. Just how you like us."

His lips twisted in a scowl, glaring down at her. There was another one of these damn creatures running around? Were they coming to haunt him as well?

"Come on!" the girl gripped onto his wrist with bony fingers, "Lets meet him, shall we?"

He let himself be led, the fallen branches crunching audibly under his feet. These shoes hurt and were probably a size smaller than they should be. He sighed, letting his eyes close briefly before opening them once more.

The place was different. The lake this time. The water was green and murky. Disgusting really. There was someone sprawled out, immersed in the sticky stuff up to their waist and the rest of their body limp on the sand. Marie continued to tug him along, towards the body.

It was a boy, thrown carelessly in a dark green dress that was indecently riding up his thighs. It was ripped to shreds, the fabric just enough to cover most of his nearly anorexic form. Eyes were wide, a haunting blue, staring blankly up into the sky. There was blood all over him, dripping down the inside of his thighs and down his arms. Cuts and scratches all over. His rouge hair was darkened in most places, caked together by blood.

"Spirit?"

It looked considerably like him, maybe a handful of years younger though. He was beatened and battered but most definitely the red haired boy from the asylum. His dazed eyes flickered towards him, tears brimming in the corners.

"S-Stein?" he managed to choke out.

"What are you doing here?" Stein questioned, leaning over and grabbing his forearms, jerking the boy up to sit.

He cried out in pain, body convulsing. Stein grew stiff as the tears rolled down his flushed cheeks, panting heavily and twitching with each pusle of violent pain.

"Are you alright?"

"It hurts...it hurts everywhere."

The currently older boy frowned. He released the boys arms, confident he would stay up in his sitting position. When he made no signs of falling over, Stein set next to him, his body groaning in protest.

"How'd you get here?"

"I don't even know where here is.." the boy whimpered, body tense.

"You're in my head..my head I tell you."

"Y-You're talking crazy again Stein...he won't like that."

"Who?"

"Him...uh.." the boy frowned, "I don't know."

Stein sighed, quite irritated. He looked out over the lake, the water bubbling in the most disgusting way. He groaned, falling back into the sand and closing his eyes. He ignored the little whimpers next to him until he felt something brush against his fingertips.

He cracked open an eye, looking over at the boy. He was laying down next to him now, on his side facing in his direction, childish face set in a pained grimace. Spirit took his hand, intertwining their fingers with a twitch of a smile. Stein sighed, letting his eyes fall back to a close.

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"So Franken. Anything different today?"

His eyes snapped open and he struggled to focus on what was in front of him. A white wall. Wait no...It was a ceiling. He turned his head, ignoring the pounding behind his temples to look at the man sitting behind the desk.

"Franken?"

"Yes?"

"Ah..I believe you might have zoned out for a moment there," the man smiled, a little twitch at the corners of his mouth.

Stein frowned. He was with the doctor? He didn't recall being moved from his room. He sighed and after a brief struggle, set up on the daybed, pursing his lips and frowning at the man mere feet away from him. He could strangle him if he wanted.

The man was probably a few inches taller than him. His hair was two colors, the main black with strips of white at his bangs. He was too young to be greying though (says the boy with a full head of grey). His eyes were sharp and playful, painted a charming gold but haunting all the same. He was another skinny guy, muscular no doubt though. He wore nothing but black. Even his doctor's coat was black. The paitents called him Dr. Death.

"So? Any progressions of your memory? Can you recall anything else from that day?"

He frowned, pressing his palm against his forehead for a few brief seconds then shaking his head slightly. Not anything at all. It was always just that blur of black and red painted walls. He muttered under his breath, swinging his legs over the side of the couch and sitting correctly, resting his clasped hands in his lap.

"Doctor, I had another nightmare."

"What, that one just now?"

A nod.

"Well, was it the same? Just..." he paused to flip through the papers on the clipboard that he was holding, "just Marie again?"

"No..there was someone else," he watched the doctor perk up at this, "a boy. Someone I met yesterday."

"Oh? You weren't scheduled for any visitors Stein, when'd you meet him?"

"...When I asked to go to the bathroom," he muttered quietly.

"Was he another paitent?"

"No, a visitor. For a Ms. Albarn?"

"Ah...Spirit then?"

Stein nodded lightly.

"You saw Spirit? How odd.."

"He plans to visit on Saturday."

"What?" he seemed surprised, eyebrows darting up, "He can't do that. If you're having nightmares about him, it'd be best if you did not come into contact with him."

Stein pursed his lips," Nothing really bad happened. He was just there..." he didn't mention the fact that he was in a dress or bleeding in the most obscene places.

He frowned hard and set the clipboard down, crossing his arms over his chest. Stein could tell the man didnt believe him one bit. In his eyes and no doubt everyone elses, he was an insane ten year old with a butcher knife and a face ripping smile. The doctor sighed reluctantly.

"Alright Stein. Your behavior is excellent... so I'll allow supervised visits. Do you understand?"

"I do."

The older man shook his sleeve so he could see his watch and nodded towards the door, "Times up. Damion will escort you out."

Stein nodded and stood, walking over to the door and stepping out. Damion was a volunteer and absolutely despised his name. He was wearing black scrubs like every other volunteer person here. His hair was kind of an ash color with white bangs that swept to the left over his eye.

"Yo Stein."

"Hello Death."

"How'd it go in there? He seemed to be talking to himself for like half an hour," the boy chuckled.

"Yeah, i fell asleep."

"Really? You're always wide awake for those things. Always blabbing about how if you miss something it'll delay your release."

"They're never letting me out of here."

Death reached over and set his hand on his shoulder, giving it a brief squeeze before dropping it back to his side and walking down the hall with Stein in tow. He was a sad thing really, goldish green eyes blank and always searching. He could tell the boy was regretting his decision of his younger days even though he could hardly remember it.

"Hey..so what do you remember?"

Stein frowned, pursing his lips and his eyebrows arching and furrowing over his eyes in a concentrating expression.

"Well..nothing really," it was an obvious lie. He remembered plenty, "Its mostly a blur."

Death gazed at him for a long time out the corner of his eye but did not question him. They made it to the elevator and made their way to the fifth floor.

"Hey, I heard you say something about visiting a boy named Spirit?"

"Kind of, he is coming to visit me though."

"Funny, I know a kid named Spirit at my school. Pretty cool guy, maybe its the same one."

They stopped at Steins room and Death unlocked the door, "I'll cya later Stein."

The white haired boy tilted his head downward in acknowledgement as he stepped into the room, stifling a rare yawn. He was tired today, something unsual for him. He suffered from insomia so he rarely slept but he'd slept through most of his doctor visit. The door clicked shut behind him and he dropped onto the bed.

"I can't wait to see Spirit," he found himself saying as he gazed up at the white ceiling.