October of 1982
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Royal Woods, Michigan
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Night Before Halloween
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Night time had descended on the small town community of about a few thousand. The cool air flowed uninterrupted across the silent, desolated streets of the usual lively neighborhood. Street lamps provided the sole source of light against the encroaching darkness. Halloween decorations, adorned each front lawn of every house in the vicinity. It was that time of year, when people went out into the night to celebrate a pagan holiday originally dedicated to witchcraft and satanism, but now appropriated into a fun-loving night of joy and pleasantries.
In the house located in 1216 Franklin Avenue, this was not the case unfortunately.
Inside that quite home the silence of the night has been disrupted by the loud racket and yelling of an ongoing struggle. Two young adults, one fighting to survive whilst the other sought to end her defiance. Her attacker hid his face from her with a Halloween devil mask and spoke no words since attacking the teenage girl. A single bloody kitchen knife, the instrument of this grizzly affair.
Grunting against the odds, Lyra, despite having already sustained multiple wounds on her body, used the advantage of being much taller than her assailant to eventually overpower him and turn the blade against him. Kicking off his knee, her aggressor lost his balance allowing Lyra to topple him backwards to the hard floor. The knife was twisted out of his hand and she impaled the bloodstained blade down into his flesh. Letting out a painful, but aggressive growl, he let go of Lyra just momentarily to tend to this injury. Lyra took this blessed advantage to scramble away from him and towards safety.
"Help! Help me! Please! Somebody, help!" her screams broke through the night as she stumbled out her home.
Stumbling down the steps of her porched deck, Lyra grunted in pain as her injuries remained opened. From behind she left a trail of blood, staining the cement floor of the sidewalk as she limped down towards the neighbor's house. Not daring to look behind and see if he was following she focused solely on finding a safe haven. Find another person that would protect her from that murderous psychopath.
Reaching her neighbor's house, Lyra slammed herself against his front door and pounded relentlessly. Her hands frantically stained the white door with her bloody handprints as she screamed out for an invitation. "What the hell is going on? Lyra?" she lunged herself inside as her longtime neighbor had finally opened up.
"Dan, help me! please help me!" a hysterical Lyra yelled as he held on to her.
"Lyra what happened to you? Where are your parents?" Dan questioned as he inspected her various knife wounds.
"They... they're d-dead!" she sobbed, having to remember that horrendous fact despite all that has happened thus far. Her parents had been the first to be slain, both found dead in their bedroom, Lincoln in the mattress and Luna in the shower. She had not stopped at all to fully absorbed it all yet, too much adrenaline in her veins, adrenaline and a killer on the hunt for her.
"Lyra, listen, listen! What about your brother? Where is Le-argh!" Lyra let out a scream of her own as she watched Dan getting stabbed from the back by her parents' killer. They had forgotten to close the front door shut.
Lyra scampered away until her back touched the wall. The living room was trashed with furniture was flung from side to side as Dan did his best to shake off his attacker who hanged from his back, stabbing the older man without mercy. Losing strength, Dan collapsed to the ground as Lyra crawled away from them. Dan was haggardly breathing, barley able to inhale any air into his lungs. The psychopath lifted his head up and slit his throat open much to the teenage girl's horror.
With the only other person to aid her now dead, Lyra fled to the kitchen area, hoping to reach the door leading to the backyard and escape around the house. Her wounds and great loss of blood made it difficult for her to make it any further as her body had started to become rather sluggish. The psycho grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked backwards.
"Ah!" the knife pierced her back, and he continued to add pressure, expecting to impale the entire blade inside her.
Lyra cried out in immense pain. Her vision had gone pure white to pitch black and her entire body had almost gone limp. The psycho pulled out the blade, granting her a new painful shock and aimed for another stabbing.
Even though she was beyond hurt, Lyra spun them both around the kitchen, the psycho crashed against the table, tripping over a chair. His weapon dropped on the kitchen floor, clanking loudly against the hard surface. Before he could recover and resume this deadly assault, Lyra grabbed the knife and without any further hesitation or faulty bodily movements she impaled the entire knife in his lower leg.
With the blade having gone all the way through, the psychopath was left growling in pain, unable to stand up properly. Lyra did not waste this new opportunity and fled back to the living room, past Dan's body and out the front door and back into the outside world where a single police cruiser had arrived and parked itself in front of her house. She limped towards the two officers, screaming bloody murder.
No more than a fifteen minutes later, the once peaceful street had been converted into a gruesome crime scene as multiple police cruisers and ambulances packed up the two way street and their combined sirens light up the darkness with an array of red and blue.
As Lyra who was strapped to a stretcher was loaded up on one of the ambulances she managed to catch of glimpse of the one responsible for condemning this night with his madness, as well, destroy her life and haunt her dreams for as long as she lived.
Being dragged out from the house in handcuffs, Lyra finally got a good look at the emotionless stare that her brother was displaying. Lemy had no emotions whatsoever on his persona, his blue eyes were cold and empty. Before the doors to the ambulance closed, he turned his head and looked directly at her. A chilling fear like no other overwhelmed her and after a long, terrifying night she finally allowed herself to pass out.
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September of 1992
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Royal Woods, Michigan
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First Day of Autumn
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The drive back was a long and exhausting one. More than two hundred and forty miles had been added to their Ford Taurus as they made the long trip back to Royal Woods. It had been ages since he last set foot in this small town and now that he was back, Lyle remained as before, a stranger to his own childhood home.
Not much had changed since his departure over a decade ago, the streets remained the same, neighborhoods looked the same, even the locals spoke and acted the very same. It was the perfect image of gracious Midwestern community. At least that was the image that many wished to display, having over-painted and buried the dark stain that had damaged this town's past.
A past that was still hard for him to talk about or even choose to worth remembering at all.
"Nice town. Traffic is light and no massive skyscrapers blocking the beautiful skyline. It's so nice and clean here." Lyle's companion peered out the window with curious wonder.
"Yeah, Gloom. It's... peaceful." Lyle focused on the road, mentally preparing himself to reach an old address he had sworn to never return to.
Soon enough the house that sat on 1216 Franklin Avenue came into full view. Ever since the night of the murders the two story house had remained empty of any inhabitants, no one had desired to move in since then. The place had become a black stain in the town's history and rumors of it being haunted further alongside its murderous past had prevented it from finding its way out of the market. The once bright yellow coloring exterior had faded overtime, the rooftop had extensive damage to its shingles, its wooden foundations had slowly grown rotten and weak and the utilities had been shut down long ago. The only thing that remained in prime condition was the lawn itself as someone came by once every two weeks to mow the lawn and keep the weeds from sprouting drom control.
Originally belonging to his grandfather, it was then handed down to his uncle Lincoln who eventually chose to share it with his older sister Luna. What many outside the family didn't know was that the two had formed an incestuous relationship while living together and the seeds of that forbidden love gave birth to Lyle's two cousins, Lyra and Lemy. He had only discovered this revelation after the murders of his uncle and aunt, an act committed by his own cousin Lemy of all people. Lyra had survived, but due to having lost everyone she cared for in that small family of four, she had been spending the majority of her life in and out of various mental institutions. It was truly heartbreaking to see such a bright upstart such as herself give into the grief and struggle to fully recover, both mentally and emotionally.
Lyra's mental condition was in fact the very reason why Lyle had chosen to return home after so long. She was being discharged and unfortunately for her and everyone else close to her, this old, decrypted house where her nightmare began was meant to be her place of housing.
The young couple exited their vehicle after parking and approached the abandoned property. Upon closer inspection, Lyle could see the deterioration taking full effect on the building. It would take a great deal of money and time to restore it back to it's previous, prosperous look. Good thing he was not left alone in this endeavor, his high school sweetheart had agreed and accompany him and assist in remodeling the house as well to look after Lyra as the older woman resettled back into a normal life.
"Cool house, much better than living in a stuffy apartment in the big city." Gloom look at the house with deep admiration, never having had the luxury to have actually lived in one.
"Yeah. Too much money to maintain one too." Lyle lacked her enthusiasm, his eyes roaming every inch, nook and cranny, recollecting old, buried memories of the place.
"It'll be fun. Besides we're doing this for Lyra." Gloom reminded him. "She needs you. Needs somebody, anybody to hold her hands and tell her that she is no longer alone in this world."
Lyle let out deep sigh, she was right. Why else would he even bother to travel this far? Uproot his already established life back in Indianapolis and lend his hand to a cousin who lost everything and hadn't seen many years? Despite his disdain for this town and conflicted feelings on such a painfully sensitive matter, Lyle was good man at his core. His mother had raised him right and his older sister made sure to keep his moral ethics in check. Underneath that dry, sarcastic and somewhat indifferent exterior of his, a good person who understood the meanings of care, love and responsibility resided.
"You got the key?"
Lyle shook his head, "Lynn was supposed to drop by and hand it over."
As he spoke those words, Gloom twisted the doorknob and to both their surprises the door opened up, no lock whatsoever. "Nevermind." he added and walked inside.
The interior of the house was not as he had expected it to be. He had pictured dust, cobwebs and giant blanket sheets covering up all the furniture, it was quite the opposite in fact. The living room was clean, all appeared to be dusted, from the rug to the ceilings. He could sniff out the smell of chloroform and citrus if his nose was not mistaken. Somebody had been very busy cleaning up to joint, making sure to make this decaying structure to look and smell good.
"Hello?" both walked further inside the house, until they were startled by the mysterious cleaner.
"Holy shit! Lyle? How's it been my man?" Lynn Loud reached out and hooked her nephew by the neck, bringing him for a rough hug.
"Hey Lynn." Lyle grunted at her unique strength, "Nice to see you."
"I see my Liena has been feeding you well, while my sister made sure to dress you accurately as a the beautiful princess you've become." Lynn left out a hefty laugh, much to Lyle's embarrassment as Gloom stood aside with a big mischievous grin on her face. Lyle could simply mock her shortened height, but despite standing six feet solid, he was not built for combat and would immediately get turned into a pretzel by the much more athletic powerlifting woman.
"Hi. I'm Gloom, Lyle said you were strong." Gloom introduced herself.
"Hello and damn right I am." she finally let go of him and gave Gloom a proper look, "You are cute. Lyle chose wisely."
"I had to make the first move, else nothing would have happened between us." Gloom added with a sly grin.
"Yup that's Lyle alright. Too shy to act first." Both girls had instantly bonded much to his dismay.
"Kill me." Lyle muttered.
Once their suitcases had been taken inside the home, all three decided to settle down for the day. Sitting at the couch, the young couple listened to Lynn explain how she'd fallen into ownership of their childhood home and been struggling to find a buyer for years. When news of Lyra being discharged soon reached, she took it upon herself to clean up the old place and make is as comfortable as she could. Unfortunately the memories were the only thing she nor anyone else would eve be able to cover up. When Gloom excused herself, Lynn took the opportunity to be upfront with her nephew.
"How long you planning on staying?"
Lyle was unsure of that himself, "The entire drive here I had that in my head. Honestly, I have no idea. Too be perfectly honest with you Lynn, I don't want to be here."
"It's been ten years, but I still remember it all like it just happened the night prior. You were just twelve, she was seventeen...he...he was just a kid, we...we were all here, celebrating his birthday just a few days before." a deep sadness echoed through her words as Lyle was forced to remember those painful memories.
Wiping away a tear that threatened to fall down Lynn composed herself, "I don't want to be here either and neither does Lyra. I would gladly take her to my apartment, but that damn psychologist... supposed to help confront her fears and all that other bullshit."
"It it menas that she can finally let go of the past, let go of him then, so be it." Lyle said.
"Linc, Luna...fuck. Fuck everything." Lynn held back tears.
"Fuck that night." Lyle crossed his arms, " Fuck him."
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Hexwood Mental Institution
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66 Miles from Royal Woods
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The old building housed over a hundred patients, every single one of them locked up for various mental disorders, most of them in here for commiting a severe crime that aligned itself to that major shift in personality. This facility housed some of the most deranged individuals in the state of Michigan, but one in particular had been a long staying resident, but living arrangements were about to change.
A black man who appeared in his mid-forties approached the front desk, he wore a grey trenchcoat with black slacks, a white shirt and suspenders with a yellow striped tie. A well-groomed beard and mustache alongside a pair of glasses decorated his features. As he approached the nurse, it was well noted that he bore a very serious attitude.
"I must speak with Dr. Reagan. Tell him it's Dr. Clyde McBride."
After getting his clearance, Clyde entered the facility, walking straight on ahead to the main office of the institution's director. On any other day he would have started with a causal conversation before delving deeper into the field of psychology and medical science as the two doctors would normally do. Not today however, today this visit was far too serious for such common pleasantries among colleagues.
"McBride. Come to check on your favorite patient?" Dr. Reagan spoke up.
"John, forgive my language, but what the fuck is this I'm hearing about a transfer order?" Clyde responded.
Dr. Reagan let out an annoyed sigh, well aware of what Clyde was referring to, "It was agreed that he would serve his time here in Hexwood, do everything in our power to cure the poor soul of whatever psychological ailment that resided deep within him, unfortunately the situation has changed. By order of the court Lemuel Loud is to be transferred to a maximum security prison where he will be held until his 23rd birthday on October. On that date he will be presented before a judge and be given his final and official sentence."
"The biggest mistake you people are committing is to allow that man to set foot outside these walls!" Clyde fumed in anger at this sudden court order.
"It's out of my hands Clyde. You can go and argue against it, but it's already been decided." Dr. Reagan said.
"God-damn it John! He has been waiting for this exact moment! Ten years, John! Ten whole years silently waiting for the opportunity to escape and finish what he failed to achieve that night. I swear to God, I swear to my parents and the late memory of my best friend that Lemy Loud will attempt to escape if this transfer goes through, and when that occurs, the bloodshed will start again!"
Clyde had been Lemy's case handler from the very start. To say that it wasn't personal to the psychiatrist would be to lie under oath or during confession at church. Lincoln was, had been, his best friend for close to thirty years, he had been blessed to have become Lyra's godfather because of the strong bond that two boys had formed. He watched that child grow, watched him learn how to speak, how to write, how to walk and attend school. While the others kept their distance because of Lincoln and Luna's secret relationship he chose to remain by their sides and offer counseling, because that's what brothers did for one another. He loved that kid, enjoyed hearing him play the guitar, talk about his wishful future as a musician and joyfully listen to him and Lyra bicker over the most mundane things in. Viewed them as the best children any parent would want to have.
But how could he had known that underneath that goofy smile and lovable attitude a monster laid dormant. Nobody had, nor would have believed it universally possible for such a young, fun-loving kid of only thirteen years of age to harbor such evil in his heart. After many years of attempting to understand what caused Lemy to snap that night and claim three innocent lives, Clyde could no longer hide the truth from himself. Lemy died that night. What now remained in his place and using his image was a shallow husk, one filled with such malicious darkness, it had made Clyde realize that he was face to face with the personification of wicked evil itself.
"Its better this way. Don't you wish to move on Clyde? To finally let go of this rope that's been cutting your hand the longer you hold on to it? Allow yourself to be set free of his shadow and bask in the sunlight. Let the state take control of his case and move on to another troubled child that could really benefit from your help much better than Loud ever allowed you." Dr. Reagan implored him.
"I made a promise John." with that statement, Clyde walked out the office.
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September of 1992
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Royal Woods, Michigan
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It's been two whole weeks since moving in to the old house and yet, to Lyle, it was still a hard adjustment to fully accept. He kept reminding himself that he was doing it for Lyra, it was all for his cousin. Help her move on from that gruesome past and find purpose once more. That's what he chose to accept, but when he was left alone with just his thoughts, there was more to that matter than he allowed confront.
Gloom did her part in brighting up his life with her wonderful personality and worked hard to bring life to this once barren household. Which is why they were out shopping downtown for items that will cast a joyful rainbow on their humble abode.
At the department store, Lyle and Gloom searched for the necessary things that their house required. At the moment, window curtains were at the top of the list and Gloom was having a field day in being indecisive with the color she wanted. Lyle just tagged along and let her do most of the critical thinking.
"Why don't we just get one of each? Make a beautiful rainbow!" she beamed up at him.
"I prefer some semblance of order." Lyle dryly remarked.
Once gathering the intended items on their shopping list and paying for them, they headed out to the parking lot. Along the way they came into first time contact with the more rowdy locals of Royal Woods. A group of four had converged together in conversation next to their ride, a fancy new 1991 Camaro, and right in the way of their path towards their car up ahead.
Lyle thought not much of them, until one called out to him, "Hey you there."
What did they want? He could simply ignore them and carry on to their car, but the chances of them taking offensive was not worth it, especially with Gloom by his side. So, acknowledged them.
"Yeah?"
"You guys are new here, ain't ya?" the guy who Lyle had designated as the leader of this foursome asked.
"We are." Lyle kept it short and simple.
"Damn, when we heard that somebody had finally taken up residency at the old Loud place it was surreal at first. But seeing you up close now, it all makes sense. Only a Loud would go back to that murder house, right, Lyle?"
Lyle stiffened at the mention of his own name. Gloom stood beside him the whole time, and even she could sense the atmosphere around them becoming thick with severity. She nudged his arm, praying that he would respond and walk away with her. He already had that look in his eyes unfortunately.
"Don't you remember me Lyle? Chandler McCann Jr, we went to middle school together. Haven't seen you since your folks packed up and ditched town with you after your inbred cousin went psycho." Chandler explained, but to Lyle it sounded more like he or better yet, his family and their tragedy was being mocked.
"Shut up." Lyle's voice was eerily low.
"Lyle let's go." Gloom tried to diffuse the growing tension, but Lyle was not having any of it.
"What? Did I say something wrong? Troy did I say any lies?" Chandler looked over at his friend who supported his claims. The two girls with them, assumingly their respective girlfriends, backed him up as well.
"You don't know anything." Lyle glared daggers at him.
"Shit man, you didn't stay long enough then. We all know, everybody knows. Your uncle and aunt were a pair of horny freaks. Bet that's why Lemy came out so fucked in the head and did what he did." Chandler egged him on, almost daring Lyle to do something.
"You best keep it to yourself." Lyle hissed out a warning.
Not soon after the murders, the media got a full whiff of the entire true story. Lincoln and Luna's incestuous love life came to full light and because of it the entire family was ostracized by the entire town. Lyra who survived her brother's attempted murder of her was hounded by reporters and rejected by all she once considered friends and peers. As for Lyle, he only learned the truth the same as everyone else in town. Yet, he did not share their disgust, he was far too heartbroken and accepted this cold fact as it is. The only thing that he did regret was not being around Lyra during her recovery, that and not confront Lemy for everything he did to them.
"Please Lyle, you were never that intimidating. Who you trying to impress, her?" Chandler looked over at Gloom who was silently begging Lyle to leave, "Hey there hot stuff. Did he ever tell you that he likes to keep it in the family?"
Lyle had enough and punched him hard. His buddy, Troy rushed Lyle and it became a two on one. Gloom and the two other girls were yelling at them to break it up, but the guys had already switched their mindsets into fight mode. Lyle was not much of a fighter, but he was at very least in good shape to slug it out.
This parking lot brawl did not last too long however. A patrol car pulled up and the two deputies split the two parties up quick. This day had turned out to be such a problematic one for the twenty-three year old, and he had a reluctant feeling it was only going to keep getting worse the longer he stuck around this damned town. Oh, how he hated this place, but more specifically, how he deeply hated Lemy to the core for destroying this family of theirs.
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October of 1992
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Royal Woods, Michigan
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Day of Lyra's Institutional Discharge
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Lyle had been dreading this day since arriving. The last time he saw her was about a year after the murders. Lyra had attempted suicide and was under watch at the hospital. Leni had taken Lyle with him for a visit, as well to get away from her failing marriage with Lyle's father who wanted nothing to do with that side of the family much to his mother's chagrin.
He didn't really speak with her, or to be emphasize, she was unconscious throughout their entire visit. Heavily sedated, Lyra was probably never aware that her remaining family had been staying by her side, letting it know that they were not going to abandon her. In his heart, Lyle knew that he had failed in that regard.
He was alone with her for approximately twenty minutes in that room. Unresponsive, he had no idea if she could even hear him at all if he even tried to speak to her. Unable to handle the dreaded silence, he finally started speaking to her. He told her everything he had been bottling up in his heart and mind for over a year. Told her how much it pained him to have lost his uncle and aunt, how much he had wept for them and that he was in constant fear for her life. He let her know that he missed her smile, missed the way she always brought a smile to even the most cynical human being in earth. How much he missed spending time with her, hugging her. How much he wished to stay by her side and let her know that it was all just a terrible nightmare and they would soon wake up to reality. He also ended up telling her about all the hate his heart had consumed, intense hate that was all directed to Lemy.
How, if he had the power to, he would find a way to get his hands on that murderer and administer the same level of pain he had inflicted on her well-being.
This was the last time he spoke to her as well the last time he psychically saw her. Over time his thoughts on her and the whole matter together slowly drifted away, a hazy memory that he had no desire to recollect. That was the past, this was now the present, and he was here now, upholding a promise he made to a girl he deeply cared for nine years ago. Better late than never.
Gloom had stayed behind, helping Lynn with the homecoming preparations. He still believed that it was a god awful idea to host Lyra in the very same house where she lost it all, but apparently it was her decision, he suspected that her doctors had pressured her into confronting her demons as part of the healing process, it was bullshit to him but he had to respect it.
The return of Lyra was not the only issue at hand, since his scuffle a week back, Lyle had the misfortune of making his presence highly known across town. Word had spread like wildfire that a close relative of Lemy Loud, residing psychotic killer, had shackled up at his old stomping grounds. Nothing short of subtle harassment and judgemental stares had been irritating the young couple and he quickly realized that it would only get worse once Lyra arrived. He wanted her to have a smooth transition into normalcy and now he fears that his actions may have just fucked that up by exposing their cover and letting the whole town know that this family of persecuted outcasts were back together again.
"The sooner the better." Lyle mumbled to himself as he waited at the bus station.
Checking his watch the time read five minutes till ten, the bus should be arriving soon and with it his estranged older cousin that he was here to look after. Time flew quick and a bus came into view down the road. His heartbeat became sporadic the closer it got to the station, to the point were he needed to control his breathing or else suffer from a sudden anxiety attack.
The bus came to a full stop. Lyle did not move a single muscle, staying perfectly petrified as his eyes were glued at the door being opened. A few individuals descended down the steps, they did not matter, she did.
Then he saw her.
After a near decade, he was once again face to face with the girl he had left behind. Lyra had never looked more beautiful in his eyes as she careful walked off that bus with a single bag in hand. Last he had seen her, she was seventeen with long, waist deep, gracious hair and painted fingernails, now, she was full grown woman of twenty-seven and much shorter hair reaching down to her shoulders and a aloof nature to her countenance. Lyle felt a great pull, an invisible force that was forcefully dragging him to meet her.
It took a while but he found his voice, "Lyra?"
"Lyle?" she looked at him with a confused expression. Did she not recognize him, he wondered? That thought brought an unknown pain to his heart. Perhaps he did not deserve her company after ignoring her plight for so long.
Lyra's demeanor soon switched up to one of actual happiness and hugged the younger man, "Lyle!"
When she ensnared him in her arms and pressed herself against his body, Lyle had never felt so overwhelmed by his emotions. As if he had just been electrocuted at full power that is how his body reacted to her unexpected touch. He could not place a finger on it, had no prerequisite understanding of the sensation currently boiling within his being, but what he did do, was to embrace her back in absolute.
"I missed you." the sorrow in her words brought forward that very emotional outburst he had been denying himself for many years.
"I... I'm here now." he could say no more as that was enough.
Both cousins remained locked together in an open display of deep affection. After all the pain, and harrowing events had driven them apart, they now found themselves in each other's arms, seeking refugee from their own fears. Holding her tight, feeling her bury her face on his neck, Lyle finally concluded what he had been struggling to accept. He did the right thing to return. Lyra needed him, just as much as he desperately needed her.
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Hexwood Mental Institution
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Daylight had expired. As darkness arrived, so did the creatures of the night. Said creatures just so happened to be the hundreds of patients currently locked up in their holding cells. All of them screaming, moaning, and yelling incoherent words, the night was theirs and they voiced it loudly. While the night staff did their best to tame the howling of the beasts, they had not to worry about one patient in particular.
Patient No. 252, always quiet, never interactive, yet that man held an aura of unspeakable malicious intent. The other patients stayed cleared of his path. The more unhinged ones offered up a challenge, but always ended up paying a painful price. After the last incident involving a stolen pen and the loss of a man's entire eyesight, solitary confinement had been decreed. He had proven himself too dangerous to be allowed admission to public interactions.
As the choir of madness echoed in the background, Lemy Loud, remained perfectly still, his back against the door as he looked straight at the wall of cell. Like a stone statue he never moved, not even a gasp for air was heard from the institutionalized young man in his all white jumpsuit. He simply stood still, replaying the meeting he'd had a few days prior with the the man who ran this glorified asylum.
Lemy, it's come to the attention of the court and board of directors that your stay at Hexwood has unfortunately reached the end of it's course.
The incidents that you have been causing have reached for too many to simply ignore any longer. I'm afraid that come your twentieth-third birthday you will no longer be housed in this facility and be transported to your new place of residency at the Ohio State Maximum Penitentiary. I'm sorry it had to come to this conclusion.
Nothing you wish to add to all of this information?
Anyway, I'm certain Dr. McBride will continue to follow your progress as he will most definitely tag along for your transfer. You should really give that man some peace of mind. This might be the last time the two of you may ever get to speak again.
You don't talk much do you?
It meant nothing, none of it did. It was all nothing more than empty promises in his empty eyes. Even his dreams were empty, a black void of nothingness every time he chose to close his eyes. He felt nothing now as he did back then when he picked up that kitchen knife and stabbed both his mother and father to death.
Absolutely nothing.
But there was one, just one person that had infiltrated his unmoving heart. This person remained in his thoughts long after his incarceration and she was all he would only think about through day and night. The one that got away. His beloved older sister.
"Lyra." he whispered her name.