Play With Me(open)

[~Akira~]

Well. Life certainly was interesting this morning. He had started off the day in a nice little pattern, the sun shining on his pale skin, just laying on a beach watching the little fishes swimming above his head. He liked all their pretty colors, the fact that they could swim in air was normal wasn't it? Or maybe he was just breathing the water. He found out he could do that you know, break the water. That's right, everyone could if they tried hard enough, I mean, you're born in liquid aren't you?

Liquid. Blood. Oh his favorite thing. The fishes were dying now, swimming in the sea of blood that trailed behind him as he wandered through his house. He had murdered everyone. His family, the servants, the slaves, the horses, the cows. Oh... Have you ever watched a cow bleed? Or a pig. They were so full of that life. But he felt sticky. All this blood was drying on his skin, and he needed to kill someone else. A maid. Yes. But why was she coming towards him? Why was she not scared of the knives he held in between his knuckles like they were extra fingers?

Because that's where his fun ended that morning. It wasn't a maid, but a nurse, handing him the medicine he was supposed to take. He hated those pills. They made ya go crazy, ya know that? "Completely nuts Maid-lady! Insane I tell you!" She ignored his rambling as she left, shutting and locking the cell behind her. Oh yes, his needed to stay locked. People could visit him if they really wanted to, but almost no one ever did. Three long pitiful years driven by madness. But he wasn't alone. Oh no. He always had friends.


"Alexei Winter. Male. 16. Schizophrenic, with a nice side of psychosis. Have fun with that."

The cage. It was opening! He wanted to roar at the person entering, scream at them. And yet. He didn't. He tried to lunge at them, but he couldn't move. It didn't so much help that he was handcuffed to a bolted down bed. Restrained like this because he hospitalized the last three nurses that tried to put him in a straight jacket.

"Well now. Who are you? Who are you, my precious~ Oh Am I pretty today~ Am I pretty today~" Yes, he was singing, off in one of his random tunes that he always sung when someone got close. Always asking if he was pretty. "Prettier in your blood~ Coated in it~ Dripping in it~ Just like that~ Just like that~"

He was already dreaming of tearing this new person to pieces, whoever they were he wanted to be covered in them, filled with them, buried in them. He could almost feel it crawling and oozing over his flesh, but his medicine was kicking in, making his realities hard to see. "Oh the medicine~ Oh the pills~ Making me crazy they are~ Making me crazy here~ All alone~ Living alone~ But never alone you see~ Always followed~ Always watched~"

"Oh won't you come play with me~"

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