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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12. Her Curiosity, and Obsession

     As soon as William had finished with his adversary, the crowd of bystanders took their attention elsewhere, most going back to their tables to start chattering about the exciting bloody fight for the remaining ten minutes of lunch. Gwen, however, was far too intrigued by this ruthless William person. She may have had problems socializing but, if one thing was true about her, she was more curious than a cat. And with some effort, just as sneaky. Without delay, she gave a quick goodbye to Daniel and set off to follow the unsuspecting young man down the hallways, making sure to seem like she was headed elsewhere, trying her best not to be seen. For the most part he didn't make much of her presence, walking along, sometimes warily checking over his shoulder for a follower. Only once did he catch a glimpse of her, but serendipity would have it that there was a corner just there for the young woman to duck behind. She counted to 50 before deciding to start following him once more; luck would have it that he seemed completely oblivious by then. Things were going rather smoothly indeed.

     Yet, by the time that William had entered his room-- erroneously leaving the door a sliver open in the process-- Gwen had reason to question her own motives. What would she gain from spying on the dangerous young man? What did she expect to find? Of course he would be a normal person in his room, perhaps sleeping, perhaps doing something mindlessly to occupy himself. There wouldn't be anything to fuel her obsession, nothing for her to find amusing... and yet something drew her to that door, something told her to have a look inside. So, with silent footsteps, and the softest breathing, she did. At first, all she could see was the bed, which was at the moment very devoid of it's current tenant. With a little bit of movement, though, she was able to find her target hunched over his desk, presumably scribbling into a notebook. He was very intense, concentrated on whatever subject he had to put into words. The woman was captivated immediately; the only thing she could think was to see what in the world he could be writing.

     But a few moments later he seemed to hesitate. Something was amiss in his mind, and he sought to fix it. It was then that he stood from his chair, which caused Gwen to instinctively flinch away from the crack in the door, lest she be seen. Again, a count to fifty, before she looked inside once more. To her surprise, William was halfway undressed, currently removing his pants. For what reason, she felt her cheeks burn, and her lower lip was quickly caught under teeth. It took her a moment to realize what emotion was playing through her nerves; in disgust she had to force herself away from the door.

     "What would your lover think?" She thought aloud, starting to nervously wring her fingers. This wasn't right. He would be very upset with her to know that she had been looking at another man's body, she knew he'd be. After all those years together, it wasn't right. It wasn't right.

     Then, then was the universal click that signified a door had been closed. It shocked Gwenyth, surely, but at the same time brought her away from her current worries unto new ones. Had William taken sight of her? Had he heard her speak? No, that couldn't be it... he would have confronted her if he knew. More likely he'd glanced at the door and seen it to be open. So, this time, she was safe.

     Not wishing to test her luck any further, the woman left hastily from beyond his door, making her way back to her own room. She memorized the route back, knowing that she wasn't done with William yet. There was still that notebook, that record of thoughts that would surely be the key to understanding him. She had to have it. No question about the matter, she would be in possession of the journal before the end of the day.

     Within a few moments of that thought, Gwen was finally at her own room. As she stepped inside, the woman made sure to lock the door behind her, not wanting to be put in William's position. She felt calm then, she was able to let her thoughts dull away until her mind was numb and her actions were instinctive. Automatically, she drifted towards the far wall of the room, which had been defiled by blood stains, scratches, and black ink over the course of a few months. She marveled at her work, running a hand along the cheek of the large portrait. To most others, on that wall was a gruesome and eerily accurate sketch of some man, but to Gwenyth, it was the only reminder of her deceased lover. It was a shame they wouldn't let her bring his jarred heart to the asylum...


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