New chapter for this story.
Sorry if this one isn't as good as the others, I'm still trying to figure out how long I want the story to be.
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Pornoskians
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Ashton walked the hallways of the hospital confidently.
While every other patient in the hospital had to attend group sessions, he was so dangerous that he couldn’t be kept around others. This was something that filled him with pride, the fact that people’s blood whenever he was near.
Suddenly, a woman who seemed to be in her early thirties, skipped over to him childishly. Her dull and lifeless jet black hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and her patient gown had several food stains on it from the reckless way in which she had eaten her breakfast.
“Hi.” She chirped, right in his face.
Ashton concluded she must have had no respect for personal space. He set a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back a bit harshly.
“Hello.” He said, lacking the enthusiasm she clearly had.
She was annoying him.
The only person he seemed to be able to stand was the pretty nurse, Alice. And even she annoyed him sometimes.
“I’m gonna go to my group session where we do arts & crafts.” She said excitedly.
“I don’t care.” Ashton replied, with annoyance.
“Wanna come?” She grinned, reaching out to grab his large hand in hers, only he pulled away quickly.
He didn’t want to feel her touch. He was nothing like the people in this hospital. “No, get lost, bitch.” He snarled at her.
She gasped. “You said a no-no word.”
“Yeah. What are you? Five? I don’t have time for your shit.”
He tried to go past her, but her hand gripped his arm. She spat, in a low whisper. “If your fucking little attitude doesn’t doesn’t change with me, I’m going to tell the doctors that you tried to molest me.” She threatened.
That earned her a laugh from Ashton.
“You obviously don’t know who I am because if you did know, you would have never even approached me.” He pointed out. Yanking his arm out of her grip, he grabbed her own arms and slammed her up against the wall. He heard a crack that was like music to his ears. “I’m the Ripper and if you accuse me with any one, I’ll fucking come after you and kill you.”
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“What did you do to my brother?” She demanded, slamming her clipboard on the desk the second he sat down.
He smiled innocently. “What?”
“What did you do to Luke?” She asked again.
“Nothing.” He responded.
“He has a pentagram scar on his wrist.” She said.
Ashton shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t do that to him.”
“It could have only been you.” She accused.
He shook his head. “You aren’t very intelligent, are you?” He mocked, a smirk appearing on his handsome face.
“What do you mean?” She gasped, feeling offended.
“Well, if you’d look at the obvious signs, you would realize I had nothing to do with his tribute. I’ve only been here a few days. Wouldn’t he have a big bloody scar on his wrist if it had been me? His scar looks years old.” He explained to her, as if he were saying the most obvious thing in the world. “Just look at mine.” He told her, rolling up the sleeve of his white patient shirt.
Her blue eyes fell upon a pinkish colored pentagram scar on his wrist.
“Mine still looks fresh and its almost two years old. When a scar is older, it turns almost the same color as the skin.” He pointed out. “Look, I’m all for murdering people and ripping people apart, but I’m not taking the blame for something I actually didn’t do.”
He was right.
Luke’s scar didn’t seem bloody at all, but rather it seemed like a completely healed scar.
She held her breath. “When do you suppose he got this scar? I never saw it before.”
Ashton shook his head, uncaringly, “I don’t know. But now you know your little brother isn’t as innocent is you think. He’s part of my world.”
“Or maybe you’re part of his.” I said in a whisper.
My words caused him to chuckle. Shaking his head, he said, “We’re all from Hell.”
Alice was speechless.
But more than anything , she was in denial. “Not Luke. Luke is good.”
“Keep telling yourself that. But he has the scar. He was chosen. There’s nothing you can do about it.”
A heart wrenching chill ran down her spine as she remembered the way Luke had yelled at her earlier. It was a behavior so out of character for him, yet it was something that she’d seen at least once in him.
Ashton’s voice pulled her back to reality. “Isn’t this supposed to be my session? I didn’t know my recovery included resolving your problems.” His statement was amused, mocking. Nothing seemed to frighten or phase him.
His hand reached into his patient coat pocket and brought out two folded sheets of paper.
He handed them to Alice and she looked at it. “What is this?”
“The new pieces of the puzzle.” He replied.
Across
8. I wear a _____ on my wrist, because it’s only a matter of time.
17. I stabbed him in the ____.
Down
20. You made ____ bed, and now you’ll have to lie in it.
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She walked down the hallway of the hospital, on her way to her brother’s room when she saw two boys wandering the halls by themselves.
They seemed to be lost, but they weren’t patients.
Though they did seemed a bit troubled.
Both boys had dark circles under their eyes and one of them was unnaturally palid. They also looked like they hadn’t ate much their whole lives.
“Excuse me.” One of them called out to her.
She nodded, pretending to look up from her clipboard. “May I help you?” She asked them with a warm smile and a helpful tone to her voice.
“Yeah.” The raven haired boy said, sounding a bit nervous.
“We’re looking for our brother.” The other told Alice. “We found out that he’s here.”
“Sure,” Alice said, “And who might your brother be?”
Both of them seemed to take a deep breath before they said together,
“Ashton--Ashton Irwin.”