Snippet #1683697

Every sound made was clearly audible in the closed up room. Each breath, the beating of his heart, the shuffle of his feet as he paced around, thinking. It all reverberated off the walls, echoing, reminding him that he was here, still in this same room no matter how much he had tried to escape. No matter how many creative things he had come up with, all the efforts to slip out of the room if the door was ever opened. Not only did the sounds taunt him, saying that he would never get out, but...it reminded him that he was alone.

And was going to be alone for the rest of his days if he didn't get out. Kylar had completely run out of ideas, and motivation too. Before, he was fueled by anger. He clawed at the walls, threw things around, threatened the guards around him saying that he would tear the skin off of their living flesh, cut them apart like he did to that stupid cat. Now, that he had calmed down and realized that they didn't care, he had moved from anger into a state of sadness, and a weak, but burning, hate for everyone here. Maybe if he just calmed down they would let him out? That was his next plan. If that didn't work, he would injure or starve himself. They would open the door, take him to some room to take care of him, then he would go from there. Grab a weapon too, there was tons of sharp stuff in those rooms where they looked at people. He didn't care if he hurt the people to get out. In fact, it would feel good.

Kylar tilted his head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. Fluorescent lights glared down at him, a blinding shine that caused him to close his eyes slowly. Blindly, he pulled his legs towards his body, wrapping his arms around them and then resting his chin on his knees. He opened his eyes, the pale blue staring at the door, watching, waiting for something or anything to happen. It was what he did most of the time when not outside of the bright room. Besides scratching things into the wall, counting the days he had been here. As if on cue, he heard the door creak open. His muscles tensed, and immediately, he pressed a hand up against the wall, raising his head, ready to stand up and run if it was just some sort of guard checking in on him. But after seeing the slightly-familiar face of the warden. The leader.

He sat himself back down on the ground, her friendly words making almost no sound to him. The words were just a blur, until he repeated them in his head a few times. Kylar glanced up at her, locking eyes with her. He shrugged, feeling himself relaxed, resting the back of his head against the wall, still glaring at her tensely. Might as well share his thoughts with her. He could understand that she was trying to help them, even though he didn't need help. He was fine! And he would be fine. What Kylar didn't know about himself was that his sadistic personality shone through in phases. Whenever something irritated or angered him enough, that was when he began to make threats. No matter what though, he was still highly interested in torture devices and weapons.

"I don't like this room." He sighed quietly, lowering his gaze from her and staring down at her feet. "It's too quiet and lonely. I want out, why don't you let me out?" He asked quietly, his voice soft. Kylar didn't understand that he was even a bit of a threat to people or anything living, for that matter. He knew that he had done it, but in a way, he couldn't understand why it was bad. He seemed so innocent in a way, though was the complete opposite. He was clueless about morals and beliefs of people, values, the difference between right and wrong.