Asylum

The Warden of the asylum sat at his desk, a very fancy one bought with the money that was meant for the asylum itself and not a finely finished desk. The Warden kept his eyes upon a list of in-mates and staff. His thin glasses reflecting in the sterile white light. The warden reached out with a wrinkly hand to grab a cold cup of coffee, taking a gentle sip and smirking at he read along the list. Each name bringing pleasant memories, he reviled in the treatment of his in-mates, not to say he was bad..But to say he wouldn't care if one of them dropped dead of their own accord as-long as it didn't smudge his 'perfect' record.

A rapid knock sounded at the door-way.

"Yes?" answered the Warden without raising his head to the person.

"He's escaped again." Replied the man, or 'Scrub' as they were called, the man he spoke of had the habit of escaping every fort-night but never making it to the door thanks to the overly-brutal guards.

"So?" Replied the Warden with a hardly viced voice.

"But..aren't you going to do anything?" Asked the Scrub.

"No." Answered the Warden, raising his head to stare at the Scrub with dismal regard.

"I see." Said the scrub, already walking out of the room.

"Idiot." mumbled the Warden, returning to his memories.

Asylum Entrance

Jack ran though the corridors, barred doors flashing past. He had beaten a guard silly and taken his old clothes from a lockup, using a kitchen knife from the nearby guard's kitchen to undo the straight jacket which was left discarded on the Guard, his black hoodie bobbing up and down on his head, his pale hand gripping a kitchen knife like a boy would his teddy. He had also stolen the guard's wallet identity card included, not to mention the guard's city camouflage pants.

He barged into the Scrub that had been walking to the exit, bowling them over as the scrub yelled out in shock. Jack held his finger up to his mouth.

"Shhh." He whispered, getting off the Scrub and making for the fourth floor window, it was a very large asylum. He leaped for the window, smashing though it with violent force. His face grinned, he could feel the wind, the rain and then all he could feel was pain...Pain.

He landed on the concrete with a sickening crunch, his left leg broke from the impact and he stumbled to his feet, tears streaming from his face as he thrust his arms into the air and roared with happiness.

He stumbled and half-ran down the street.

Main Street

Jack had found pills. The type that dulled pain, the best type. He popped the cap open, it was still night and his leg was reduced to bleeding heavily, but Jack had learned to deal with pain, these pills helped too, as he unscrewed the cap and literally poured the three or four remaining pills into his mouth and swallowing. He looked around and it was dark, this place was a scary thing when it was dark.

The lights were glowing faintly, that same sterile white light. Rain poured down upon the city and thunder clashed nearby.
Jack's tired eyes made things look frightful, he'd been sent to the asylum for the sole reason of losing his mind in the middle of his house.

He'd played their game..

He yelled at the shadowy spots in the streets, practically screaming at them. "Get away! Get! Go!" He yelled at nothing, his mind projecting his fears upon them.

He ran across the street, almost tripping. Then lights, powerful white lights coming in his direction.

Whack, thud, whud'tch.

His body was struck by a speeding car, sending him rolling onto the pathway.

But the car didn't screech to a stop, the panicked driver simply speeding on.

Jack closed his eyes. The pain was searing and seemed to spread around his body like a fast growing tree. He simply passed out on the spot, his body nor his mind could not take the pain.