Psycho

Psycho Book 1

Ch.1 Prison

As I swiftly passed dark alleyways and cut through tunnels... Jackpot! I had found the secret underground chamber, filled up with gold and jewels. Basically everything you could dream of and more!

As I softly sighed, I heard light beeps... followed by a deafening horrible noise. Then everything went dark.

When I woke up again, I was in what looked ,from the inside, like a jail cell but with walls instead of bars...

I heard screaming, crying then silence; not like a silence by the river junk kinda silence, more like a lingering silence with the sweet echo of pain. Then I heard a click of the giant door of my cell. There walked in a cloaked man dipped in white, pulling a cart of bottles, needles, knives and many different liquid substances.

I tried to move, to get out, but the chains held me back, I was like a trapped lion roaring uselessly.

The white robed man walked slickly across the dark room and stopped in front of me. I glared as he flashes a big grin. And as I was threatening him with my glares and swears as he jabbed me with a needle and injected the weird liquid. Slowly he brought out a knife and cut my cheek, leaving a mark with beads of blood flooding through. I cringed, "why are you so scared Rose?" Said the cloaked man in a taunting tone. "One, none of your business, two, watch your back, three, you better back off psycho." I said with a sharp tone.

"Ha. Stop the flattery, but I think youre the psycho here. You broke into eight royal banks, found the incredibly well hidden underground chamber, and, well how should I put this? Youre on all the wanted posters in the city! And thats only when you were nine. How old are you? Fourteen?" He talked in a surprisingly calm voice.

Then the unknown man pulled out a spiked ring. "This will only hurt... A lot."

As soon as I woke up from being knocked out, those humans chained me up once more and took me into another room.

Oh My God! Was this an insane asylum or a boutique? So many different clothes! "Choose some clothes." The P.A. Said. I decided not to hold back and dived bombed into the tower of clothes.

I searched, and found a black lacy leather jacket, black jeans, sassy hooped earrings, a belly shirt and black wedges; some finishing touches, a beautiful glittering hair pin, a heart locket and a eye patch for my miss matched eyes. I tied my hair up and put the clothes on. To be completely honest... I. Looked. Awesome.

Weird fumes came out of holes in the wall... Everything became a blur.

Sigh... How many times are they gonna knock me out?

I'm getting tired of this... As I opened my eyes... What I saw... Was manslaughter. There were people bashing heads and blood on the walls...

I stepped in, they all turned and looked at me. I thought to myself 'so... other than those two girls over there, I'm the only one still alive huh?' Great. Just what I needed...

I leaned against the wall and a couple of guys came by. I cocked my head to seem cute. "Boys, seems like we found a delicious snack." The guy who looked like the leader of the pack grinned lustfully. And you could hear "yea" or "can't wait" in the group.

I turned to leave but he punched the wall on my left leaving a dent and with his right hand he grabbed my chin, tilted it up and said, "come on! Hang with us a while." He said licking his lips. "Tsk, weakling, watch what you say." I said sarcastically. "Ha! this tramp wants to talk back to us! I'll teach her a lesson!" The leader said and lifted his fist to punch. I felt a rush of blood through my arteries as he threw the punch. I stopped his fist with my hand. "You shouldn't piss me off kid." I said in a taunting tone. It was obvious I pissed him off. Jeez... Guys get pissed off so easily. Without a word he kicked furiously. I lightly padded with the back of my hand and blocked the kicks. The leader was shocked, not good shocked. He brought out a knife. 'Seriously, what is with this knife crap? Why does everyone have one but me?' His slashes were stubborn, imperfect and basically bad. I dodged them with ease.