A Monument To Our Sins; Claythorne Chronicles Part 1

So, Child of Madness and I (Caleb from Gentleman Killers) are writing a story that takes place with my favourite guy to write about (Burton) and a particular patient he has in Claythorne, a mental Asylum in Leeds England during the late seventies to late eighties. It is and will be rather violent and graphic, profanity will and shall be common to see throughout. If you would like to become a co-writer please send a request with the idea you have. I hope you can sit back, enjoy the painful pleasure and the squealing goodness of evil madness.

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Burton had made it to the cafetorium at the prime moment of opportunity to witness not his first act of violence on the campus, but one of the most unexpected. A blow struck into William’s gut made Burton sneer, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that the boy did not stop fighting, rather it toughened him. When Duke pulled the scalpel out however Burton was caught off guard and watched in wonder as William fluidly avoided certain death and then proceeded to let his harasser live with a scalpel impaled into him. Burton snickered quietly to himself as the boy rushed out of the dining area and the doctor spoke softly something to himself, “Ah, William, Mr. Taylor. You never cease to surprise me with your actions; perhaps that’s why Ms. Greene wishes you no harm. We shall see how your fate plays out, you certainly are a bemusing individual. I shall see you rather soon Mr. Taylor of Edinburgh.”

Burton also noted a young woman following after William, she was unfamiliar to him, and he knew he’d seen her before but did not know the female by name. Ignoring the pair leaving he stepped into the room, some heads turning, others ignoring his presence in hopes that he wouldn’t notice any of them. But the Doctor noticed each of them, but did not make particular note of their appearance because he had a goal; to retrieve Duke whom was currently being raised to his pathetic feet by two of his “friends”. The doctor had a strong distaste for the term friends because it was so frequently used to describe people who in nature were not friendly, friends would always want things from people, take and take and take was all friends did and Burton hated the term so.

He waved a hand to some nurses strolling along the hallway, a signal for them to clear out the crowd and retrieve the bloodied, beaten child. Burton had a sneer on his face, accentuating his cruel lips and vile teeth even more so. He wanted to do a few things to Duke, rather, experiment with his being in the most physical sense. “Oh, today is just going my way isn’t it?” He smirked to himself, no hint of his usual sarcasm. He stared off, wondering about what Mr. Taylor would be up to, especially with that girl. He shrugged off the pointless thought however and proceeded to walk towards a stairwell hidden away in a small alcove behind a locker door/

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