InSaNiTy

Case 00 - ThE BeGgInInG of an EnD

"One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too."

― Friedrich Nietzsche

Case 0 - tHe BeGiNnInG

A hooded man was running furiously at the alleyways, desperate to lose his pursuer. He was breathing very heavily as he ran, his heart unable to function normally at the situation. Adrenaline pumped trough his veins and sweat ran down his head and tears were now forming in his eyes.

Despite his efforts, his pursuer was closing in on him for he greatly exceeded the hooded man in both stamina and agility. The hooded man was slowing down and he knew it but never did he once considered on giving up on running. He was fueled by Fear and Panic fueled his determination as he fled to safety.

It was confirmed that Lady Luck was never on his side and neither did Fate. He unfortunately, ran into a dead end and when he realized the situation he turned his back around to face his pursuer.

"What did I ever do to you." The hooded man asked, his voice sounded like on the verge of crying with every word.

"I did no wrong to anybody, okay I might have stolen the math teacher's wig but that is it, that should be given right? I mean, he was a complete *ss h*le anyway"

He was taking a step back with every word until he felt the cold surface of the wall on his back. His tears blurred his vision and he smiled, hoping that his pursuer was merely kidding and had no intention of hurting him.

"If this is a prank it's not funny, stop it!"

When he realized that it really wasn't a prank, he started yelling profanities at his pursuer in hopes of intimidating him in the slightest.

"Get away from me!"

"Why are you doing this to me ?!"

"Get the f*ck away from me!"

"WHAT DID I DO TO YOU ?!!!"

He was now even more frightened than before now that he had noticed that his pursuer had no reaction at all- not that he could see it any way, his pursuer was wearing a baseball cap that was tilted so his face could not be seen. But slowly his pursuer lifted his head and the hooded man's eyes grew wider as his pursuer laughed manically.

"I don't know ------, I don't know..." His pursuer said with a nonchalant tone that greatly alarmed the hooded man.

"Wha- What? do-"

But before he could finish asking, he was pushed to the ground with a loud *thud* and his white locks were revealed to the eyes of the pursuer.

" ***** Why are you doing this ?"

"Why?"

"Why ***** what have I done ?"

His protests were loud and he desperately wanted to escape but his shoulders were pinned to the ground by his pursuer's hand.

"I told you -------, I honestly don't know." That was his only response to the hooded's man pleas of Mercy, and as he said it he began to strangle the man below him with an Iron grip on his neck.

The victim clearly protested but was ignored by his pursuer. It took over 10 seconds before the hooded man lost his life, his head of white hair drooping to the ground, lifeless. The culprit of the crime then began to caress his victim's head then his eyes widened in realization.

"What have I done ?!" He started to scream.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

He continually screamed similar phrases and sentences when suddenly he paused and looked at the corpse of his victim.

"------- Who did this to you?"

"Who did it ?!"

"Wake up and tell me, Bastard.!"

It continued for a few minutes until the man felt something different to his head, specifically his hair. It had changed it's color. His dark chocolate brown hair had changed it's color into something much, much lighter.

He wailed.

"What have you done?" His anger was directed to no one yet he continued to wail.

He was overwhelmed at what was happening around him that it pushed him to the brink of his own sanity.

"What is happening?"

He started to clutch his own hair tightly and threw his own head around like a rag doll.

Many questions later he stopped screaming but he still asked...

"Where am I"

"Who is that?"

"Who am I?"....

The clueless culprit eyed the lifeless body of his victim with fear as he asked his questions that could never be answered.