Author's Note: Finally the journey in the asylum! Once again, I love feedback.

And screams!

And sanity…

Lynda inhaled the antiseptic in the ward and grew uneasy at the cells surrounding them. Rows of clear cells gave an uneasy image to the contents inside. Men with scraggly beards covered in blood with crazed yellow eyes, Women scratching the cell so hard blood began to fall in driblets, even grim figures hooked to machines and breathing wildly. Alice grabbed Lynda's hand quickly her knuckles turning white with tension. Their teacher looked eagerly around the room with macabre contents, "Ah, I remember this is…"

"This is the entrance and coma center for the criminally insane," Dr. Crane cut off quickly while adjusting his glasses in annoyance, " As you can see, all varieties of the diseases of the mind are right at your disposal for observation." Tapping melodically on one of the clear prisons, he began to observe the group.

The patient was foaming in the mouth with anger, "YOUR NOT GETTING ME AGAIN!" Saliva spilled from the man's red features as he began hitting the cell in rage. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU WHORE!" Alice gripped onto Lynda in fright as Lynda observed with a frightened curiosity.

Watching the children and teacher with glee at the sheer terror on their faces, he noted with shock the curiosity over a girl's features. Hmmm… interesting she is attempting to put a brave face for her weaker friend. Either that or she has a rather morbid curiosity. Definitely abnormal…

Turning himself to the patient, he began to speak in an apathetic tone, "This patient was found two days ago and is known to us as James Monroe. Mr. Monroe suffers from an extreme form of intermittent explosive disorder due to his constant abuse of methamphetamines. His recent explosion resulted in the death of a hooker he hired after receiving a lucrative amount of these drugs…"

"WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR LOOKING AT!" the Monroe intervened growing so upset his eyes turned red from broken blood vessels. People continued to scream, one even began to cry and Crane squirmed with disgust as mascara began to run in black clumps down the girl's face.

These kids are pansies Johnny boy. Scarecrow giggled One, Two Scarecrows after you…"Enough." calling for security Jonathan pointed toward the cell and said bluntly, "Sedate him." Three, Four make them scream some more…

Lynda was surprised to see the Dr.'s eyes turn darker as he stated tiredly, "As I was saying, after receiving the lucrative amount of drugs he decided to…celebrate. The woman displeased him however; she was not as he called it "bangable" so he decided to stab her repeatedly instead."

Alice froze against Lynda's stiff body and all her classmates whispered in disgust. Lynda whispered to Alice, "Why is he not in jail then-"

"Ms. He is obviously a danger to himself and others. In prison his condition would only grow worse." Crane intervened his once again ice blue eyes sizing up the young girl.

Lynda's blue eyes met Crane's ice blue ones and she stated quietly, "I suppose so…"

"Good." Crane asked bluntly his lips turning into an arrogant smile, "Now this way and we will enter the low maintenance ward." He extended his hand to security and the door opened.

Lynda stepped after him and recalled his arrogant smirk Prick she muttered as she dragged Alice along. She laughed as the teacher began to mutter, "Somebody give that moody straw man a sandwich!"