Snippet #1417450

Angel had been sitting on his bed, lost in thought, remembering what had brought him here, 'Attempted suicide,' the judge had declared, looking down on him from his seat of power, 'son, you've had a hard life, especially for your young age, but the easy way out isn't the answer.'

Angel had looked up at the fat little man, contempt written all over his face, his dreads hanging in front of it 'I attempted nothing.' was all he had said to the judge, who decided to have him sent immediately to the Asylum. But it was true, Angel hadn't attempted anything, he had done it. He was dead for nearly five minutes before the EMT's revived him. And he was sure what he had seen was hell.

He wasn't even going to try to do that again, he thought as he looked at the scars on his wrists. "OK, I'm ready now," He whispered to himself in the cold dark of his barren white room as he looked up at the barred window. Vines had grown up from the ground, a story below, he had been focusing on it since lights out, and now they were burrowing into the brick around the window. Small cracks had appeared all around it, it was almost ready for him to shatter, and climb down to the ground, to freedom. He could feel the roots growing inside his veins, ready to sprout from his fingertips, but it was making him absurdly thirsty, as this kind of thing always did. He walked over to his small, quaint bathroom, and took a long drink from the sink, then walked back over to the window, placing a hand on either side of it.

He was so focused that he didn't hear the guard walking towards his room, and didn't hear him as he leaned in close to look at him through the small slit in the door.

Angel's hands burst open between his fingers and at his wrists where his scars were, and vines came speeding out from the openings, crashing into the wall, burrowing through it, meeting midway with the vines on the outside, and then pushing the piece of brick with the window in the middle outward, sending it falling a story and then smashing into little bits.

"Holy Shit!!!" Angel heard the exclamation as the guard burst through the door, calling for back-up on his radio almost simultaneously. He had a flashlight in one hand and a tranquilizer gun in the other, and was bringing the latter up in front of his eye, taking aim on Angel. No, I'm getting out of this hell-hole, and this guy's not stopping me! He thought as he dropped to a knee, waving his hands in the direction of the guard, causing the now thickening and hardening vines to whip wildly in that direction. The guard fired, but it just glanced of the surface of the now rock-hard vines, which then wrapped around the guard, completely constricting him, halting all movements.

"Don't struggle, man, the more you fight back, the more they squeeze, and I haven't really figured out how to control it." Angel said to the now terrified guard. He's just some guy doing his job, he might have a family, I don't want to hurt him...

And then a tranquilizer dart pierced into the side of his neck, making his body almost immediately numb. As he dropped he caught a fleeting glimpse of a guard outside, through the hole in the wall, a story below, lowering his gun from the firing position and holstering it. Good shot. He couldn't help but think as his head slammed into the floor.