Chapter 6: The Real Insanity
My eyes blink open to see Chris kneeling over me, joined by several people who have been decorated with tattoos, dyed hair and piercings. The seem to be stitching up something on my stomach.
"Hi." I croak, and one of the doctor-type people leans past my head to get something. I feel a prick in the side of my neck, and a weird feeling comes across me. I feel heavy, and my eyes close again.
My eyelids flutter open once again, and I feel myself bouncing up and down. It's dark as far as I can see, not that I can see very far. I hear hushed voices and loud bangs, like rocks on metal.
I'm in a vehicle. A van, maybe. But why would.....
My memory comes rushing back. The alley, the *shudder* fight, and the doctor-type people.
"Chris?" I mumble. A gravelly voice replies with
"That guy isn't here anymore."
"What?" I furrow my eyebrows and sit up, supporting myself on my elbow.
"You should be thanking us, we finally got that Normal to leave." The voice sounds proud, which sparks anger in me.
"Why would I thank you?! He is my friend!" I snarl. Suddenly, the vehicle stops and I hear everyone in it stand.
"Come on, let's go."
"I'm not going anywhere until you bring him here."
"Excuse me, but I didn't tell you to get rid of him, did I? Bring him back here or there's no way in hell I'm going to cooperate, okay?" I purse my lips and lay down again.
The voice sighs and then calls to the driver, "We're going back!"
Before long, we are moving back. I get up as soon as we stop, and the doors open. Whoever was in the back with me had moved to the front of the van.
I try to take a step out of the vehicle, but a hand keeps a firm grip on my arm.
What the hell? Didn't he leave?
I turn around to see a big man, about 6'5 and twice as wide as me. A grim expression is plastered onto his face. "You're not going, I am," he says and pushes me farther into the van, then jumps out. But, before he can close the doors, I dive out past him and start running. He shouts and his elephant feet make the ground rumble as he chases me.
My lungs and legs burn, but I keep running. I have to find the alley. Thats where he'd be, right? Unless.....did he join the others? No, he couldn't have.
Suddenly, I trip and fall to the ground, head smacking against the sidewalk. The big man picks me up and walks into the alley. "I told you not to go," he furrows his eyebrows and sighs, "because you'll never find him. He got a job. You've been out for days."
My mouth forms an 'o', and my eyes widen. "Where does he work?"
"In a...band." The man chews his cheek. "One for Normals. He sings songs that the Insanity usually listen to, but modified for the Normals. He just likes performing."
"He joined a band and performed in a few days?!" I gasp, and the man shakes his head.
"This is insane."
"No, you are insane. You're one of us. Why would you even befriend one of those brainwashed fools?"
"In not one of you. I'm not from here. Neither is Chris. We escaped a....." I look down the street and across the grassy plains and in the desert wasteland at where the mental asylum used to be. I say used to be because there is no longer a mental asylum. The man looks at me weird.
"A mental asylum that apparently doesn't exist." I reply and lean against the wall of the building behind me. He looks where I was looking, and shakes his head.
"Man you really are insane. That asylum got destroyed ages ago when the nuclear war was going on. Like, centuries ago. So are you saying you're like 900 years old?" He says, amused.
"918, apparently. I'm eighteen, but if it took 900 years to get here.....wait. When I got put in there, I was fourteen. Everything seemed normal. But when I escaped with Chris, everything was destroyed. What happened?" I ask, mulling over everything in my mind.
"That's for you to know after we find Chris and get back to headquarters."