Prodigy

Chapter 1 The catacombs

Caria had grown accustom to being dragged down the muggy catacombs hidden beneath the asylum. She knew the tunnels by heart, knew each flake of rust plastered to the scones embedded in the wall. The two masked men walking beside her where quite familiar now, although she did not know a morsel of there looks, this was not the first time she had been in this situation. Not the first time she had tired tried to escape that corrupt asylum. She wasn't the crazy one, everyone else was; it was there fault they didn't believe her. She was more capable than anything they could ever dream of, she was feared... feared by everyone. She didn't have a single living soul that she could depend on, no one that would trust or believe her. She had seen and learned more then she ever wanted to know; she would've traded her past memories for anything, she wanted to forget the torturous things the game masters had taught her. The mettle toe heads on the guards boots clicked with every step they took, echoing down the tunnel. Every time there boots clicked, the torches lining the walls flickered, flashing grotesque shapes against the walls. It should've scared her, but nothing scared her anymore; nothing was unusual at this point. She made it a game for herself to find something that could scare her more than her past, so far nothing had come remotely close. Just ahead of her, two other guards aligned at the end of the hall. There faces, cold and emotionless like the stone walls of the catacombs themselves. Only there eyes moved, as they glanced down at Caria, noticing the bruise and covering her eye and the blood trickling from her lip. She noticed there stared and let a corrupt grin creep across her face, the split on her lip cutting deeper.
"Again?" The guard questioned one of the masked men, "That's the third time this week inmate."
"Then try harder to keep me contained," She smirked, cutting them off entirely "And we both know, that no amount of security could ever keep me contained."
There was a moment of deafening silence, the smallest of pins dropping could be herded from the end of the hall. It was a suicide risk, speaking without permission in the asylum.
"You want me to stay? Then do your job commissioner!" She snapped, jumping forward but been restricted by the iron grip of the masked men.
One of the guards thrust his boot into Caria's gut, crippling her to the ground, but the grip of the guards keeping her upright.
"Say one more word out of place and you won't see the sunrise tomorrow!"
"You forget I never see the sunrise," she paused, "You may also forget that no matter what you do, you won't scare me. I've seen and experience too much to ever be scared by your childish the threats."
"Triple the security and get her ass back in cell 173, we've relocated her due to issues."
She looked up at them, flashing an ever so present grin. "See you tomorrow commissioner," she hushed, leaving them with a sly wink before being dragged through the open doors.