We Must Escape

We Must Escape

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At first glance, Second Chance Asylum looks perfectly fine. But there is corruption going on here...

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Introduction

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Welcome to Second Chance Asylum...

Here, at the Second Chance Asylum, you will follow by our rules. You will take your medications. You will submit to us. Or, you will suffer the consequences. I can promise you that...

You have been brought to this asylum for boys, for whatever reasons. You do as you are told. You take your medication. But one day, you feel a bit rebellious. You don't take the medication given to you. And, you start to notice things. You have bruises, cuts, burns, and scars you don't remember getting. You start noticing that people are disappearing, but you don't dare question. No one here asks questions. You tell others not to take their medicine, and you form a group of rebels. You know that you have to escape, or you may be the next to disappear...

Basically:
You have been given medicine that makes you forget and makes you oblivious to what is going on around you. All while this has been happening, you have been abused and experimented on. One day, you don't take your medication and you start to notice everything. You get others to stop taking the medication with you, and you all realize you must escape. On the way, you will form bonds with people that will never be able to be severed...

Roles:

*All patients are boys*

Patient#1: (First to stop taking medicine; Leader of the pack. TAKEN by twi-twi)

Patient #2: (Taken by twi-twi)

Patient #3: (Taken by ReaperGirl4)

Patient #4: (Reserved for freakofnature)

Patient #5: (Reserved for November_Rain_18)

Patient #6: (Reserved for November_Rain_18)

*More roles may be created if we get an even number of people who want to join*

Relationships: (To be added later)

Character Sheet:

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Rules:

1. At least 400 words in a post.

2. Don't join if you cannot commit.

3. Try to post every 2 days.

4. There is romance and violence allowed, but try not to get me banned.

5. Use my character form. You are allowed to tweak it, but ask me first for approval.

6. No God-Modding.

7. No Mary-Sues.

8. If you want to kill a character off, consult everyone in the OOC first please.

9. Reserve spots in the OOC.

10. Have Fun!

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Aiden


Aiden awoke to a guard roughly shoving him, pushing him out of the damn bed. He landed with a loud thud and rubbed the back of his head where it had connected with the ground. He looked up at the guard with emotionless eyes. That was what the medicaton did to you here. It made you numb. It made you like the zombies in those horror movies that you see all the time. And probably just as scary. Had Aiden been off his meds, he would have made some sarcastic remark right then. Second Chance Asylum? Hah. More like No Chance Asylum. Something along those lines. He would have found it hilarious. But he was on his meds right now. So, that thought didn't even whisper to his mind's inner ear.

Right about now, the guard was hitting him. In the face. Screaming at him to pay attention. Aiden looked blankly at the guard. He looked blankly between the guard's legs when he dropped his pants. You can imagine what was in store after that. After a few minutes, Aiden was wiping his face up, and the guard was dressed again. The guard thew some pills at Aiden, waiting until he picked them up and then walked away. Aiden decided that he was actually feeling a little today. He hadn't had his meds yet, and it was starting ever so slightly to wear off. So, he was feeling a warmth in his stomach. A bad warmth. Anger? Is that what it was? Either way, he knew he wasn't taking his meds today. He had no idea how long this had been going on. His days all blurred until he couldn't tell what was real, what was fake, and what was today. Maybe the meds did that to him too. He had no idea. But he knew where they were going. He put them in the pocket of his sweatpants that the asylum forced them to wear. Probably for easy access to you-know-what, but he didn't really know.

Aiden had to see if this was happening to others... He had to know. If he was the only one, he'd be pretty pissed. He didn't care about how they were feeling about it, didn't care about their sake's, but he needed pawns. He needed them to escape from here. Wow, already, his head was starting to clear up. Did they get their meds last night? Or were they screwing up and forgot? He didn't know, but the way his mind was clearing up, it was likely that they had screwed up. Your mmind doesn't restore this fast unless they had missed more than one pill cycle. Anyways, Aiden opened his door and snuck out, following a guard silently to a room makred Zared...

Zared


Zared woke up with his lion, curled around it. He was covered in a light sheen of swear. Surely, there had been nightmares, but he couldn't remember them. Was that how the medication was supposed to work? He supposed he wouldn't know. He sat up in his bed as he heard a pounding. He didn't have to answer, the guard, or staff, or whatever they called in barged in. Zared tilted his head at the untucked shirt. Usually they were sharply dressed... Weren't they? He had no idea, to be honest. The staff man walked up to him and pulled him by the hair. "Did you hear me, boy?" Zared blinked up at the guard. "Why no, sir. I didn't hear you." He told the staff man. "It's rather noisy in my head. My thoughts can be quite loud." The guard snorted and threw him back against the wall, and threw the pills at him. "That should take those damn voices away... You looney." The guard said with disgust. He saw the lion in Zared's arms and an evil glint appeared. He took the lion from Zared and dangled it above his head as he screamed for him to give it back. Instead, he ripped the arm half off and then threw it at Zared, walking out laughing.

Zared had dropped the pills on the bed and held the lion, crying. His lion had been ripped. Mr. Simba was ripped. His Mr. Simba. Next time he talked to Zared, he would be very angry with him. Zared didn't like that. He didn't like that at all. But soon, another boy had walked in. A boy with black hair and icy blue eyes. "Hey, kid, quit your blubbering. Quick, give me your meds." Zared was confused, but complied with the strange, highly attractive, boy that was in front of him. He looked much older than Zared himself was. The boy quickly put the pills into his pocket and looked around, then poked his head out in the hall and looked. "The coast is clear. Come with me, kid. I'm gonna build us a little army." He told him with a flash of perfect teeth. Zared followed the mysterious boy to the door. "Um, what's your name?" He asked in a small voice. The boy flashed another smile. "Name's Aiden, kid. I already know, you're Zared. Now, let's get outta here and to another room before the guards come!" With that, Zared was dragged behind Aiden out of his safe room, Mr. Simba tucked safely under his arm, and to the next room.

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Blood. Screaming. That's all Czes knew at the moment. Pain. No... agony. More screams. Screams of pain...

"Jesteś potworem ..."
You monster..."

It was Z. The Polish voice. That was the one that told him to harm himself. The language was how he told the two voices apart. Sinister was the English speaking one. The one that-

"Kill him, Czes! You're a fucking killer! Gouge out his eyes! Dig out his heart, Czes!"

The one that told him to kill others. That was Sinister. 

Czeslaw opened his eyes and stared down at the smaller boy that he had pinned beneath him in the dark, dark room. The younger boy lifted his head, and as his bangs fell away from his eyes, Czeslaw let out a scream. It was his own self, as a child no older than eight or nine. At once, he was shoved flying backwards, landing on his back. Soon, it was Younger Him that was pinning him down, a long, sharp, bloody knife to his neck. A psychotic grin was prominent on the face of Young Czes, revealing a mouth full of unnaturally sharp, bloodstained teeth. Giggling psychotically, Young Czes leaned down and whispered in his ear, Polish and English at once, Z and Sinister at the same time, speaking the same thing:

"Czesław, ty bezużyteczna kurwa! Dlaczego nie pójdziesz umrzeć? Nikt cię kocha. Nikt nigdy nie będzie..."

"Czeslaw, you useless fuck! Why don't you go die? No one loves you. No one ever will..."

With that, Czeslaw saw stars and his head filled with a horrible pain. After that, all he saw was darkness. 

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Czes awoke to someone kicking him in the chest. Hard. He scrambled back against the wall and shielded his face with his bandaged arms as the guard drew closer. 

"Pomóż mi! Zatrzymajcie to proszę! Oni żyją! oni wszyscy nie żyją ... Zabiłem ich wszystkich ..."

"Help me! Make it stop please! They're dead! they're all dead... I killed them all..."

The guard laughed and kicked him once more, then chucked a handful of pills at him. "Crazy fuck! Go back to Hell!" And with that, the guard turned and left, leaving Czeslaw in a pool of his own blood that was seeping from beneath the bandages. No matter how much he bled, it seemed, he never died. 

As he was thinking this, two boys burst into his room a few minutes after the guard left. They looked frantic. With a cry of surprise, Czes backed up farther against the wall. 

"Czego chcesz ode mnie? Proszę, zostaw! What do you want from me? Please, leave!" he sobbed, afraid of Z or Sinister speaking up. However, they remained silent. 

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“Hey Kass, you know what’s coming, don’t you?” the walls snickered lowly, “They’re guards. You know what they want, don’t you? You’re body. Slowly, ever so slowly they’re torture you and make you feel good in places that you know shouldn’t. But you like it, don’t you?”

Kass shook his head wildly, hands over his ears. Something was wrong with the walls today. Maybe something really bad happened, he wasn’t sure. But they were right. The guards scared him, and he could hear their footsteps coming closer to him every breath…he…took.

“Kass, calm the hell down. Dammit. I don’t wanna ‘ave to smell ya damn sweat smell. Fuckin’…gross man.” His shirt grumbled. Trying to stifle his fears it continued, “Dude, if your so worked up ‘bout it, just…disappear for a bit. Can’t your ‘ther personalities do that fer ya?”

Smiling, Kass nodded slowly, “It…it might work. You know? Yes, I can…well I can’t really ask them…but they see what I see and maybe…just…just…oh just maybe.” he rambled on, his breath coming quicker and quicker-

“Fuck, that kid never shuts the hell up.” Kass’s body spoke up, yawning and slumping against the walls, “Damn guards. I don’t want ‘em in here. Fucking…douches.”

As if on cue, the door burst in and two guards came in, both smirking widely.

“Ready for us little fuck toy?” one said as the other grabbed Kass’s hair and pulled him off the floor.

“Oooo, never been better, gentlemen,” the not-Kass grinned back, “Oh, but please, I beg of you. Go gentle, I don’t wanna have to deal with a sore ass.”

Needless to say, not Kass, commonly called Kay, needed to learn to keep his mouth shut.

- - -

Currently Kass was sobbing in a corner of the room, sniffles and choked back, heart wrenching sobs were the only thing heard in the otherwise noiseless and bare room.

“Kass, honey it’ll be alright. Calm down now. At least get into bed. I know I’m not much, but a pillow always helps. You know this. I can handle your tears, baby.” His pillow called out to him.

Blindly Kass made his way over to his cot and collapsed onto it, hugging his pillow tightly, sobs coming more frequently. He wanted to sleep, oh hell he wanted to sleep so badly. His head throbbed, his eyes sagged closed, his body screamed for sleep, but there was nothing ‘sleepy’ about his mind. While it was a blank canvas of blackness, he could feel the pain that was all over his body.

The bites and the slash marks. The bruises that he would have for weeks; the hickeys, the cuts were the whip had slashed too deeply. He could feel the blood dripping down his bare backside, along with the stick feeling of something that shouldn’t be there. It was terrifying. Scary. It almost drove the boy to killing himself. But with what? His pillow? It would scream at him. The bed, who was silent at the moment, would shout. The walls, his clothes, everything would make him stop. And if that didn’t work, one of his alter egos would take over and stop it for him.

There was no winning in this hell. He wanted to get out. Out of life, or out of the place, he didn’t care. He. Wanted. Out.

Tears slowly stopping, but there enough to make Kass be considered still crying, he bit at his already cracked and swollen lips, making them bleed all the more.
And drop…by drop, his pillow was stained with more blood.

“Kass…Kass stop it. Kass. Kassy?” his pillow called out to him. But the younger boy couldn’t hear her. Moving from his lips to the insides of his gums, which were in no better shape, Kass found himself wiping blood off the back of his hand, spitting it across the room, or swallowing the salty and coppery taste. Did he know he was doing it? Of course not.

“Kassandra Victor Reamer!” everything all shouted at once. Startled the boy jumped and stuck out his tongue, reconizging the taste. It was darker and redder than usual, from the blood of course, while it dripped onto his pillow. Again.

“Eh? Gods, I’m sorry guys…I didn’t…I didn’t mean to…I just…I’m…I mean I…” he struggled to find words, but the walls, their rotten mood before forgotten, shushed him.

“Just try and sleep kid. We’ll wake you if anything happens. Hell, just relax, brat.”

“I…er…I…thank you,” he smiled brightly, lips bleeding and teeth pink with blood, “I’ll try.”

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Aiden


Aiden pulled the kid, Zared along with him out the room. He only just realized this kid was carrying a stuffed lion around. He wondered why exactly, but he wasn't about to ask. They needed to get to the next room while the coast was still clear. They didn't need to run into another guard. Well, if they did run into one, he could just throw Zared at them and bolt. One way to use your pawns. He figured it was a damn good way of using his pawns.

Aiden was shocked at how much he was noticing now that he was off the meds. The world around him was becoming sharper and sharper, more focused. He was noticing things again. But he still couldn't remember what happened in the past. The only reason he knew how long he had been there was because he had scratched it into his floor under the bed. He had checked it before he bolted out the door. Mainly looking for weapons, but then seeing the deep scratches in the wood. So, somehow, before he had remembered to go under the bed and make a scratch. Probably just a numb routine that he had gotten himself into. Who knew?

Aiden stopped in front of a door marked Czeslaw Meyer. Sounded pretty foreign to him. It was real weird. But, he didn't really care about names. Just more bodies, more victims... Well, more people to join his little escape army. But first he had to make sure that they didn't take their meds. He saw the kid up against a wall, pouring blood from a bandage on his chest.

"Czego chcesz ode mnie? Proszę, zostaw! What do you want from me? Please, leave!"

Aiden laughed. "What the fuck type of language is that? Dude, just chill the fuck out. I just need to build myself a little army. It seems by the blood on you, you really do want to join my little army. It's an escape army. So, really, you need to join Zared and I. Oh, Zared is this kid with the lion here. My name is Aiden." Aiden spotted the little pills on the ground. "Oh, good, you haven't been medicated today. See, that's important. We need you sobered up so that you remember, so that you start seeing things again. If you don't think they've been making you forget, then try and think back to yesterday. Can't remember it can you? Didn't think so." Aiden didn't allow time for anyone to speak. He merely kept on taking. "Now, I'm going to go and get some more recruits. You can come if you want, Czes. If you don't, then you can pick up your little pills and forget all about little Zared and I. Kind of like the deal in the Matrix. Only there's only one set of pills for you to take. Either way, Z and I are out. Follow if you'd like." With that, Aiden took Zared's hand and checked the hall. The coast was clear, so he ran again to the first door he could find.

Kassandra Reamer. That was the name on this door. Were there chicks in this place? Aiden thought this was only a place for guys. Which he was dismayed to hear when he got here. He remembered that. It was the very first day he got here, not on meds. He was disappointed that there were no girls to look at. Now, he didn't want to look at men or women that way. Not after today, and surely what had been happening for the entire time he was there. Anyways, Aiden walked into the room to see a boy asleep on his bed, bleeding and bruised everywhere. But Aiden felt no pity, though he knew this boy had it worse than he had, for today at least. He merely walked over to the bed and shook the kid awake. "Kassandra? Dude, you have a girl's name. Anyways, get the fuck up. Did you take any of the pills? C'mon, get up!"

Zared


Zared had followed behind Aiden quietly and looked at the little foreign boy as Aiden talked to him. Aiden said his name was Czes. What an odd name. But he wouldn't judge the boy. Zared didn't even know if these people were really real. Well, actually, maybe he did. He knew Aiden was real because he could feel him... Right? Or were his hallucinations getting worse? When he had gotten to this place the doctors had said it was pretty bad. But Zared would never really know, until the doctors told him. But... What if the doctors weren't real? What if no one around him was real?! Zared started to breathe in and out rapidly, his eyes wide and his pulse escalating. A panic attack. Yet another thing he suffered from.

But before it could get worse, Aiden took his hand and was leading him out again. That distracted him from his panic attack. He held onto Mr. Simba tighter in his hand, making sure he didn't drop him. He didn't know what he would do if he lost Mr. Simba. He would probably have a panic attack right then and there. A full scale one. One that never ended. He wouldn't survive it, he'd go completely insane. Worse than any other panic attack he had ever had. It would be terrible. No one would want to bring him anywhere then, not even the invisible people.

Aiden had brought him into another room. Zared didn't know if Czes had followed them, but he supposed it wouldn't really matter. Aiden started waking up the bruised and bleeding boy. He said his name was Kassnadra. How did he know all their names?...

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Czes stared numbly at the older boy the whole time he was speaking, trying to take everything in. But that was rather difficult. The voices didn't seem to want to leave him alone. It was always like this when he was around new people. 

"Czesław, dlaczego nie możesz nic zrobić tak? On po prostu obraził swój język ... nasz język. Czy zamierzasz wziąć to? Czy jesteś? Jesteś bezużyteczny gówno. Bezużyteczne, beznadziejny, bezwartościowy gówno."

"Czeslaw, why can't you do anything right? He just insulted your language... our language. You going to take that? Are you? You useless shit. Useless, hopeless, worthless shit." 

Then, he heard the dreaded, insane voice of Sinister:

"Czeslaw you fuck! Those guys, don't they look perfect? The younger one, maybe you could rip out his eyes and feed them to him? And the big guy, why don't you slash him open and play with his guts for a while? Sounds nice, right? Don't you dare deny it, shithead. You know you want to. You know who you are. And so do we, Czeslaw..."

At that moment, the two boys left the room. Czeslaw stood up, alarmed, and tentatively walked after them. What did he-

Z spoke up. "Starszy jeden, nazwany Aiden, a drugi jest Zared. Oni ucieczki i poprosił Cię do nich dołączyć. Aiden powiedział, że te tabletki są kurwa z głowy. Co czekasz, idioto? Podążaj za nimi!"

"The older one's named Aiden and the other one is Zared. They're escaping and asked you to join them. Aiden said that those pills are fucking with your head. What are you waiting for, you idiot? Follow them!"

Czes was confused. He scurried after the two, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Escape? ESCAPE? That's... that's impossible! They'll get killed! But I'm following them, so I'll get killed too! But if I don't, Z and Sinister'll do stuff to me... And how were the pills messing with me? Oh God... What happened last night? I can't remember! I can't... Oh God!

He tiptoed into the room with Zared and Aiden. He stood behind the two, but still got a good look at the boy on the bed. He was covered in blood. 

"Looks like you don't need to do much to this one, Czes," Sinister cackled. "He's done enough to himself already!"

Kassandra Reamer. Czeslaw leaned in to get a better look at the blood-drenched boy. What an... interesting name. Kassandra. Czes could bet the boy had a nickname. Like Czeslaw, whose nickname was Czes. How strange, he thought. 

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“Someone is coming.” The walls spoke lowly, not wanting to disturb the resting, but not sleeping, boy that laid on the limp cot.

“What?” Kass whispered back, hugging his pillow tighter, who only let out a soft huff before going quiet once again, “Who…who’s out there…is it…is it the guards? Oh please…”

“Shh!” the walls hissed at him, and Kass went quiet, his breath stilling before picking back up at an abnormal rate.

“Calm down, Kass it is that hard to…hey…hey are you breathing…Kass?”

Eyes wide in fear, nightmares dancing in front of his eyes, Kass opened his mouth to let out a silent scream, his arms removing themselves from his pillow, gripping the other arm instead. Though his nails were dull and not at long as they used to be, with enough pressure they still dug into his skin and cut deeply into it, blood slowly staining his nails a deep crimson color.

The room was tense, all the objects terrified and not sure how to exactly how to stop him, it was almost as if he was planning to kill himself.

With a low gasp, the boy slumped forward and let out a soft whimper, which turned into a low chuckle. Sitting up, ‘Kass’ looked around the room and flopped back down on the bed, licking the blood off his fingers, moving then to his arm, the warm and wet appendage soothing the dull ache.

“They’re here.” Was the single warning the walls gave before the doors slammed open, revealing three other boys. Feigning sleep, ‘Kass’, this one more commonly calling himself Devon or Dev, watched as three boys; one short with brownish hair, one with black hair, and the other much taller than the first with brown hair and blue eyes, walk in, scanning the room before the taller one, whom Dev assumed as the leader, spotted him.

“Kassandra? Dude, you have a girl’s name. Anyways, get the fuck up. Did you take any of the pills? C’mon, get up!” the leader all but shouted at him.

Sitting up, Dev growled low in his throat, eyes narrowed into slits, “Fuckin’ piece of shit. Don’t call me ‘Kass’. He’s a wimp ass kid,” he snarled, flicking a lock of auburn hair behind his ears. Getting up, Dev walked up to the ‘leader’, tilting his head and baring his still pink from blood teeth, “Now, you may call me Dev, but Devon ‘s ma name, bitch. Now answer me somethin’…what’s you and your little posse’s name’s?”

He thought for a moment, his tongue peeking out to lick at his lips, barely refraining from biting them again, “Hm…ah…no, the idiot didn’t take no pills. If I haven’t said tha’ yet.”

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Aiden listened and heard that the other kid, Czes, had come in the room while he was talking to Kass. Aiden was distracted by Kassandra's talking before he could react to that, though. "Fuckin’ piece of shit. Don’t call me ‘Kass’. He’s a wimp ass kid. Now, you may call me Dev, but Devon ‘s ma name, bitch. Now answer me somethin’…what’s you and your little posse’s name’s? Hm…ah…no, the idiot didn’t take no pills. If I haven’t said tha’ yet.” Aiden laughed at the kid. Did he think he would be leader? No, it was Aiden's right to be leader of this little army. No one else could be leader. "Well, I'm going to guess you have either multiple personalities, the wrong room, or.... Yeah, that's it. So, Dev, Kassandra, whoever the fuck you are, I am Aiden, the kid with the lion is Zared and the other kid that I believe just walked in is Czes. No that you've met my little army, and you haven't taken your meds, would you like to join our little escape group?" Aiden flashed a charming smile to him. If he didn't join, he would have to figure out some way to make sure he never ratted them out. He seemed like the type of bastard that would.

"Now, while I have us all here, I am going to discuss how we are going to meet, regardless of if you join us or not." He paused for a moment. "After this, I will sneak those of you not in your rooms back to them, because soon the guards will be coming to put us in the "community room" with the other crazies here. Plenty of people talk to each other there, so we can safely converse of our plans, so long as we never actually say "escape" and our conversations sound.... Well, looney. Do we all agree?" He turned and looked at the two behind him, in their proper place, and then to Kass, or Dev, whoever the hell it was. He awaited the answers from them all.

Zared


Zared watched as Kassandra and Aiden went back and forth. Or was the kid's name Devon? Or Dev? Zared was very confused as to what was going on here. And as to who was real or not. When he was introduced as, "the kid with the lion" he gave a small wave to Kassandra, or Devon, or Dev, and smiled a little. He didn't dare interrupt Aiden when he spoke. He seemed like the kind of guy that would get really angry if you interrupted him. Besides, now he was laying out the plan. Zared wondered if Aiden was making this all up as he went along, or if he had really been planning this for a long time. If so, had he specifically chosen each one of themm? Or had it been random? Zared had no idea, but all of this was beginning to make his mind hurt. When asked if they all agreed, Zared nodded his head like a good little boy and waited for the others to answer.

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Czeslaw's eyes widened and he blinked twice, mouth slightly agape at Kass', or Dev's, words. He never thought anyone except Sinister (And maybe Z) could use such a fowl, harsh tone.  "Fuckin’ piece of shit. Don’t call me ‘Kass’. He’s a wimp ass kid. Now, you may call me Dev, but Devon ‘s ma name, bitch. Now answer me somethin’…what’s you and your little posse’s name’s? Hm…ah…no, the idiot didn’t take no pills. If I haven’t said tha’ yet.” Czeslaw took a very tiny step back. This kid was scaring him. The voices, too, seemed shocked at the boy's tone, for they said nothing. 

Aiden spoke then, surprising Czes further by laughing at the boy. "Well, I'm going to guess you have either multiple personalities, the wrong room, or.... Yeah, that's it. So, Dev, Kassandra, whoever the fuck you are, I am Aiden, the kid with the lion is Zared and the other kid that I believe just walked in is Czes. No that you've met my little army, and you haven't taken your meds, would you like to join our little escape group?" Without hardly waiting for the scary boy to respond, Aiden continued talking. 

"Now, while I have us all here, I am going to discuss how we are going to meet, regardless of if you join us or not." Aiden paused here, presumably letting it sink in for a second. "After this, I will sneak those of you not in your rooms back to them, because soon the guards will be coming to put us in the "community room" with the other crazies here. Plenty of people talk to each other there, so we can safely converse of our plans, so long as we never actually say "escape" and our conversations sound.... Well, looney. Do we all agree?" 

Czeslaw was speechless for a second or two. This guy was actually serious about escaping! That was insane! But... the thought of freedom struck Czes somewhere deep down, and he suddenly thought of his foster family. His ex-foster family. He bit his lip worriedly. After a moment or two, he spoke softly, "Ah, okay. That sounds good..." He hoped the voices wouldn't come back. He needed some time to think with his own voice in his head. 

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“Well I’m going to guess you have either multiple personalities, the wrong room, or…yeah that’s it. So, Dev, Kassandra, whoever the fuck you are, I am Aiden, the kid with the lion is Zared, and the other kid that I believe just walked in is Czes. Now that you’ve met my little army, and you haven’t taken your meds, would you like to join us in our little escape group?

Rolling his eyes, Dev filtered through the rest of the information, deciding that Aiden talked too much, and was a complete waste of his time. But…escaping however, it would be nice. To get his hands on the fucker that placed him, Kay, and Kass in here. Those fuckers were of course Kass’s family, but they sure as hell weren’t his so he called them whatever he wanted to.

“Now, be careful, Devi.” The bed finally spoke up, it’s sugary sweet, yet sleepy tone grating on the boy’s nerves, “Don’t want ta be too hasty about this. How about…you just…take one of those boys and let them ravish you like the guards did to your lovely friend…Kay.”

Oh, that bed was going to get it. Rounding on his heel to flip the object that would soon no longer be able to be called a bed, Dev barely made it a foot before a soft spoken voice, most definitely not Aiden’s, sounded in his ears, stopping him in his tracks.

“Ah, okay. That sounds good…” Narrowing his eyes, Dev turned and glared at the boy, mad that he had distracted him from the murdering of his sleeping mat.

Though…oh second thought…Kass and Kay wouldn’t be too happy with him if he took away the one thing that made them comfortable. And he wouldn’t be pissed at himself afterward.

Whatever, fucking bed.

Turning to face the ‘group’ once again, Dev growled low in his throat and took a menancing step toward Aiden, “I ain’t a ‘looney’, you fucked up asshole. I’ll join your little rag-tag group here. But if for one second I deem you unworthy of my time, in any way, even if I have to fight tooth and fucking nail to get myself out of here again, I will leave this group. Understand?” Dev all but snarled, stepping closer to the taller boy, “Now…get the fucking hell out of my room!”

“Ooo, you outdone yaself now Mr. Dev. Haven’t ya heard bout this boy before? Ya might be in a world of trouble and hurt with what you said. Play nice. Ya with the boy’s now.” Warned one of the walls, causing Dev to mentally wince, feeling himself shrinking in energy. Hell, these assholes better get out before Kass regained his consciousness.

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“I ain’t a ‘looney’, you fucked up asshole. I’ll join your little rag-tag group here. But if for one second I deem you unworthy of my time, in any way, even if I have to fight tooth and fucking nail to get myself out of here again, I will leave this group. Understand? Now…get the fucking hell out of my room!"

Aiden curled his lip up when the boy stepped closer to him. A challenge to his authority? Oh hell no. He would not have this. So, Aiden grabbed the boys throat and slammed him against the wall, holding him up, choking him. "Now you listen here, you little shit. You are just a little pawn to me. I can make you move in a way that would benefit me, but get you killed. You join my group? Great. But you play by my rules, dipshit. It is my right to be leader here. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be thinking about escape now, would you? Ungrateful little bastard." Aiden threw the kid onto his bed, not wanting to injure his little pawn too much. He would need him later. He didn't dare turn him back on him, because that was just begging for attack. So, instead he talked to them all while facing this Dev guy.

"Now, I am going to take all of you back to your rooms. When the guards get us to go to the main room, we go willingly, act like the good little brainwashed thing you all should be. Then we meet back up in that room, we talk things over, but in a way that makes sure they aren't on to us. Got it?" He looked around at them all once. "Good. You two, come with me." Aiden grabbed Czes and Zared by the arm and lead them to the door. He made sure there was no one in the hall, then ran across the hall to Czes' room. He shoved him into the room lightly. "Now remember the plan. You don't come to us, you aren't part of the group, and I don't garuntee your safety." He said, a sinister tone in his voice and glint in his eyes.

Aiden then took Zared and ran to his room. He threw him in the room. "Same for you kid. I'll see ya later." Aiden ran to his room after that, grinning as he sat in his bed. He might be able to do this. He and his little army.

Zared


Zared watched with wide eyes as Aiden picked this guy Dev up by the throat. He was being so very violent. Who was to say he couldn't turn on Zared like that. It would be much easier to kill him than this kid he supposed. Zared really didn't want to find out. But he didn't know what set this kid off. So perhaps that would mean he could set him off really easily. Then he could easily be killed. Zared started breathing heavily, starting to panic. He didn't want to die. He really didn't. Someone placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked back. It was Francis. What was he doing here? The doctors told him Francis wasn't real. "Hey, kid, chill out. You'll be fine. I won't let that kid hurt you."

Zared was about to answer when Aiden had pulled him out of the room along with Czes. What was he going to do with them? Was he going to kill them? Had he killed Dev? He didn't know. He had been too distracted. What was he going to do now? He could never get away from this boy, even if he wanted to. When they stopped at Czes' room, and he threatened Czes, Zared started getting even more scared. He looked up at the man with pure terror. What if he took him to his room and cut him up because he hadn't seen him nod to the plan? Or what if he knew he hadn't been listening to him toward the end and he was going to torture him? He just couldn't deal with that sort of thing. He just couldn't.

They turned and ran to his own room. "Same for you kid. I'll see ya later." Zared looked at Aiden, his breath coming faster and faster. When Aiden left, Zared went to his bed and curled up in a ball, grabbing at his hair and starting to pull it out. He was rocking back and forth as he did this, until he felt an arm on him again. He looked up to see Francis there next to him. Zared turned to Francis, holding Mr. Simba in his arms and crying on Francis' shoulder. "Kid, didn't I tell you not to worry?
"But the doctors told me you weren't real!"
"I am as real as you want me to be, kid. Don't listen to those stupid doctors."
"But what could you do against Aiden? You're my size!" With that being said, Francis fell silent and held Zared in his arms.

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Czeslaw didn’t flinch as Aiden grabbed his bandaged arm and led him and Zared out of that bipolar boy’s room. In what seemed like a split second, Czes was being pushed back into his room. Despite the fact that the push was rather light, he staggered backwards and landed softly on his bed. He barely registered Aiden speaking to him, ”Now remember the plan. You don’t come to us, you aren’t part of the group, and I don’t guarantee your safety.” Czes noted what looked like malice in the older boy’s eyes, and he shuddered. Then, in the blink of an eye, the two other boys were gone.

He lay back on his bed, curled up into a little ball on instinct. As if on cue, the voices commenced.

” Tak więc, Czesław, idziesz to zrobić?”
”So, Czeslaw, are you going to do it?”

“If he’s not he’s a fucking retard! A complete fucking waste of space retard who deserves to die painfully and alone!”

“Które mogą być ułożone ...”
”That can be arranged…”

Okay you guys, I get it. I’ll go. I swear. If I don’t… you guys can do whatever you want. Make me cut out my own heart. Whatever. But I’m going. There’s no way in hell I can pass this up. No way.

“Faktycznie, dzięki czemu można wyciąć własnych dźwięków serca jak pomysł bardzo dobry.”
”Actually, making you cut out your own heart sounds like a good idea.”

“How about cutting out that Aiden guy’s heart instead?”

GUYS! Pretty soon, the guards’ll be taking us to that big room. I need you guys to lay low for a bit so I can concentrate, okay? I need to know this stuff, so don’t ruin it for me. You guys want to get out of this place too, right? It’s boring. You want to see the outside too, yes?

“... Bardzo dobrze. Chciałbym naprawdę kochają cię torturować w innym otoczeniu. Wstrząsnąć rzeczy trochę.”
” ... Very well. I would actually love to torture you in a different setting. Shake things up a bit.”

“Sure. Whatever. As long as we get to kill some people on our way out.You know, like a goodbye gift? Just to thank the lovely staff for everything they’ve done for your mental health. You know, like physical torture-“

Sinister…

“Sexual abuse-“

SINISTER!

“What? You know its true. Whatever. So fine. Me an’ Z’ll keep quiet so you can listen to your stupid little escape plans. But… we still ain’t letting you sleep tonight.”

I wasn’t expecting you to.

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Fuck, he could just feel the control slipping from him as Kass slowly realized what was happening. And for some reason, the idiots weren’t gone. Seriously? He needed them out.

But no, what do those fucking fucker asses do? Well two of them do nothing. Which didn’t help. Because why? Dev asked them to leave. And they didn’t move. Did everyone need to get beat up? He would gladly do it for them. Gladly.

“Um, hey…Dev you might want to…oh. Too late.” He could just hear the sweatdrop his pillow made. He could fucking hear it. Oh, what was it trying, and failing badly, to warn him about?

Aiden. Or at least that is the name he remembered. Aiden the Asshole. Oh shit that had a fucking beautiful ring to it. But really, that’s not the point. His pillow was hoping to warn him of the crazy ass large kid that had grabbed his throat and slammed him up against the wall.

Now Kass, the body, wasn’t tall, but he wasn’t too terribly short either. No, he was just average. But Aiden the Ass, for short, was a monster. He had to have been over 6 foot tall. Basically when he had made a grab for Dev’s throat, he had also lifted him off the ground. So now, not only could he not breathe, but his feet couldn’t touch the ground.

And look, there went the last of his control. Fucking fantastic. Kass was going to freak. Wimpy ass child.
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His vision was black for only a few seconds before it cleared. And how he wish it didn’t. Standing in front of him. No…he was choking him. Oh God, help him. What did he do wrong to be choked? Help oh please.

Without warning tears flooded down Kass’s face, but not making it any easier to breath.

“P-please…l-l-et go…let go of me.” He begged brokenly, the lack of air making the corners of his vision go black with spots.

It was then he realized, through his blackened, teary-eyed gaze, that the man was talking. His bad. It wasn’t like he could understand him, on top of freaking out and not being able to breath.

Converse…air…deep…long…breaths.

“-Great. But you play by my rules, dipshit. It is my right…If it weren’t for me you wouldn’t even be thinking about esca….little bastard.”

While Kass could hear what he was saying, he was out of breath and could barely keep his eyes open, though tears still fell freely, staining his face, and even the mean man’s hands. He should apologize later.

Soon after his eyes only saw black, open or closed, and he was about to die from lack of air, he was tossed lifelessly onto the bed. Air rushed into his lungs, and though he was grateful, they weren’t used to it after being deprieved for so long.

Sitting up, he coughed for what seemed like hours, his eyes squeezed shut. He didn’t see the men leave, nor could he hear any of the objects trying to talk to him since he regained consciousness. It was…weird…

But he was too tired to think…of anything.

And collapsing onto his pillow, who didn’t make a sound, Kass fell asleep, marks slowly beginning to form around his neck as they stung from the raw pain.

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Aiden sat in his room, just waiting for those fat guards to come back and bring him to the main room. He wondered what was taking them so long today. Probably playing with another little boy. Another one of those medicated zombie boys. He swore to himself he wouldn't go back to that shit again. He wouldn't be some numb thing that just let grown ass men play with his ass. Well, for now he had to let them have their sick fun with him. Otherwise they would know that he was off his meds. He didn't know what the penalty for that was, but he was sure it wasn't good. He wasn't about to find out. He was a damn good actor, if he did say so himself.

He heard some footsteps in the hall, interrupting his thoughts of revenge. Damn guards couldn't even let him have peace in that. Had to take every fucking little thing from him. He really did hate them. But they would get theirs. Right now he had to just go with the flow.

"Hey little psycho. Get your ass over here." Aiden didn't have time to "get his ass over there" before the guard came over and grabbed his arm as hard as he could and pulled him up to his feet and started dragging him out of the room. This asshole was going to bruise his arm. That was going to suck. Or maybe not. Battlescars help leaders to get respect from their soldiers. Maybe his little pawns would think he got in some fight. Well, if they didn't fear him after what he did to that little fuck, Dev, then they were stupid as hell. But not his problem.

So anyways, Aiden kept his mouth shut as he was dragged out of the room, doing his best to keep a blank expression. The guard seemed to be buying it for the moment, so he must have been doing well. Soon enough he was shoved into a room with all the other crazies. He didn't see any of his crew yet, so he went and sat on a love seat with a coffee table type thing in front of it away from everyone else amd scoped the room for his band of looneys.

Zared


Zared sat crying with Francis and Mr. Simba for quite some time. That was, until there were footfalls heard down the hall along with yelling. Surely the guard would come for him soon. Apparently Francis thought so as well. Zared, you know I gotta go now. If they saw me with you... Well, I'm sure it wouldn't be alright. Dry up your tears. And remember to do good by Aiden. Wouldn't want you hurt like that other kid. Zared merely nodded and wiped his face. When he opened his eyes, Francis was gone. Zared held tightly to Mr. Simba, needing some sort of security, and the stuffed animal being the only one that could give that to him. Zared listened with wide eyes to the footsteps and yelling getting closer and closer to his room.

After a few moments, a rather large man came in his room. "Don't just fucking stand there. Get over here!" Zared got up immediately, not wanting to be hurt. The guard grabbed his hair and led him out the room, and down the hall. Before long they made it to a pair of large doors. They opened and Zared was thrown into it. He looked around the room for a familiar face, somewhere, anywhere. He was about to give up when he saw Aiden. He was staring intently at Zared, as if waiting for something. Zared walked quickly over to him, not wanting to disappoint him. When he made it over, he sat on the floor in front of the small table. Aiden nodded at him and continued to look around the room. He had done good this time.

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Czes had unintentionally dozed off, listening to bickering between Z and Sinister over some such torture technique. Despite the fact that the two were diabolical entities and were surely evil in every way, shape, and form, they were extremely entertaining. Especially to one such as Czes, who hardly had anything to listen to throughout his dreary months at the asylum. Every so often they became a small sort of comfort, in a sense, as they were really the only ones that would never leave him, wether he liked them or not. On one hand, it was scary and made him want to kill himself (wouldn’t that make Z happy?), but on the other hand, they would be with him forever. Oh boy. Wasn’t that something to work forward to?

He was awoken by a well-placed, unwelcomed backhand across the side of his face.

“I said get the fuck up, you little twat!”

He was roughly jerked out of the bed by strong, meaty hands and before he knew it, he was being shoved out of the room. Czes gave a cry of surprise as he almost tripped over his own two feet. Somewhere deep in his mind, he heard the cackling of his evil Voices.

“Sorry we forgot to wake you up, Czesy!” howled Sinister. “The Polish faggot here didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, so I took the liberty of correcting him.”

Z’s retort was not far behind. “Kurwa kutas! Będę poprawić swój tyłek! Kto cholery myślicie jesteś, bezużyteczny kawałek kosza!”
You fucking prick! I'll correct your ass! Who the bloody hell do you think you are, you useless piece of trash?!?

As Z’s angered shouts and Sinister’s maniacal chuckling started to increase in volume as Czes was shoved down the hall, he hastily tried to cut in. Guys! he thought hard at the two combating entities, trying to have himself be heard among the brewing chaos. When those two began to fight, it often caused Czeslaw terrible migranes. He wasn’t about to have that happen right before what had to be the most important even of his life was about to take place. No way. You need to settle down! I need you guys quiet, remember? We had an agreement! Oddly enough, the two seemed to vanish from his consciousness without another word, or even a protest for that matter.

Upon reaching the spacious room, Czes immediately began to scope out his newfound comrades, if he could call them that. That boy Zared seemed nice enough, but Aiden… well, he was a bit scary. His heart leapt when he saw the two near a coffee table, Aiden on the couch and Zared sitting on the floor. Czes tried as hard as he could not to skip over there, instead weaving amogst the other asylum inmates with a dazed expression upon his face so as to seem inconspicuous. He finally made his way over to the two. Czeslaw slowed as he neared them. When he finally got close enough, he greeted them. “Heya,” he said softly.

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Christ >~< Too many Z names... And I have 2 XD Anyways, I fixed it, so you have no proof XD

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LOOK WHO CALLED HIM ZEV THIS TIME?!?!?

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Sorry it's taking me so long guys DX I promise, I'll post by the end of the week!

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i'm sorry, i couldnt hear you over the 1000000 AWESOME ASS 'K' names. ^^

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Hey, I'm not nearly as bad as Freak and her K names XD

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FUCK. EVERYTHING.

I was confused >.< Sorry :(

T.T this is awkward... Imma change it.

FUCKING Z NAMES!!!

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Reaper, his name is Zared in this one XD

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HELL YEAH I DID IT. i was worried i wouldnt like the way i was writing his character. but i do. so i'm happy. Enjoy my really fucked up chary! i love him!

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Posted! And just saying;: No one actually hears whats in italics. It's just for the reader's benefit.

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I told you that they were abusive XD

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Working on my post c: And... I'm afraid of the guards O.o

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First post up guys! Go nuts!

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Okay guys, I am going to make the first post tomorrow, I swear! If I don't, you have full permission to make the first post. I just can't tonight. Writers Block.

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@Twi-bird: xD yeah. I try to find non-K names but it doesnt work. There is another RP i'm in, another mental one (idk the name) and while the main person is named 'Yoshiya', (he has multiple personas) the others have K names. Kain(lol), Kai, and Konni(Kon). I really...need to get out of the K's. D:

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@Freakk: its fine! I love Kass (Another K name, I see XD)

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*bows deeply* shit guys, i didnt forget i just...i'm the kind of person that will NOT rest until i find the perfect picture. And then i had to study those pictures and see what Mental Disorders i wanted to give him since i love to research this kind of stuff and i am not sure when he will be done, but it will be before Monday. DX SUPER SORRY. *sobs*

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Can I have a character? They are all taken though... Wahhh! I wanted one! :(

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Excellent :) Freak is reserving a spot, I'm just trying to figure out which one she wants.

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*jumps up and down clapping* yayyyy!!!! I shall get to work at once!

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Lol of course Reaper! I may have to make more spots if a lot of people want to join...