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Deep in the forest sat a strange building, covered in vines and moss from years of abandonment, the light barely breaking through the canopy of leaves above the forest floor. There was no road to this strange building, it had been torn down years ago by the city, only a dirt path that lead through the few gaps between the trees. The building had previously been used as a hospital, before the "outbreak" of a strange virus that had spread like wildfire. The virus had overtaken patients in the hospital, turning them hostile and unpredictable, forcing the city to close it down with all it occupants inside. They had all died eventually from starvation, their bodies later buried due to the animal problems and because the family members started complaining. The building had sat unoccupied for centuries, that was until the city found a new use for the building. An insane asylum.

*Many Years Later*

It had been many years before the city could actually start putting people into the asylum, mainly the worst that tended to disturb others in a regular asylum. One of the first patients to be put in the newly renovated hospital was a girl named Cyrandia Halestorm, most commonly called Cyra or Psycho by anybody she had ever met. She had been placed in the asylum because she had been caught running down the street with a disembodied arm singing the lollypop song at the top of her lungs while eating the arm, scaring everybody in a five mile radius. It had taken five tranquilizer darts to knock her unconscious, while in the meantime she had bitten the fingers off of seven grown men.

The girl now sat in the very back of a padded cell, a straightjacket restraining her arms while she sang "london bridge is falling down." under her breath. The poor lighting in the cell made her face look even paler then it really was, which was pretty hard to do normally. She had been in the asylum for a year or two and sang songs under her breath every day, finishing with a wild tantrum that echoed throughout the whole hospital.

Deep within the Asylum, sat one man within a plushy little room. A straight market restraining him from doing anything regretful. Over the years he had been sent to four different prisons, each more secure than the last, and over five various mental institutions, each more strict than the last. No cell, and no room, could manage to contain this particular man. But their attempts to contain him this time was one of the worst attempts yet. In History they have made prescribed pills for people with double personality disorders, but he had refused to take the pills, so they decided to put it in a small needle, and give it to him like a vaccine. Little did they know that it would condemn his brighter side, not his insane side, so they had just made him more fatal, more dangerous, and thus he ended up here, in a whole new Asylum. But what had he done to be placed in an Asylum for the sixth- well now seventh- time? He walked to a bar and practically slaughtered the whole population of that building. He wouldn't have been seen if a bunch of stupid people hadn't walked past that building, and called the police on him. He killed two police men, until they managed to knock him unconscious with quite a waste of tranquilizer darts.

So here he sat. Locked in a room, alone. Sitting in the corner, his eyes hidden behind his black bangs, dirty, bangs. He had thin blackness under his eyes, almost like eyeliner under his eyes, but it was just where he had not slept in who knows when. His pale skin making him more intimidating, along with his RIT eye being, oddly, red.

The light in his room flickering on and off in the dim lit room, like lights did when somebody turned the switch on and off, on and off.

Slowly the man looked up slightly, hearing the loud tantrum of singing that sounded like it was co ing from a girl, who knows where in this hell she was though. He looked down and chuckled, within only second his silent chuckles turning into insane laughter.

There was to be a new patient coming to the asylum today, not a high security one like Beyond or Cyra, just a normal psycho. The guards were supposed to go around and sedate all the "patients", but none wanted to get close to the boy or girl so they just left them be, Cyra singing "ring around the posie" under her breath.

A little while later the patient came, along with a pleasant surprise. Word was that the guy they had brought in was going to break them free, just a matter of time before he got the guards out of the way. A couple minutes after they brought the guy in the fire alarm went off, opening all the cells in the hospital. Singing "the itsy bitsy spider", Cyra got up silently and walked out of her cell and into the corridor, a grin upon her face only an insane person could manage.

Cyra walked down the hall, her midnight black hair swinging from side to side as she sung. "Out came the sun and washed up all the rain." She sang, passing Beyond's cell. Cyra was headed the wrong directions, towards the back instead of the front, because the tranq's were still messing her up.

He laughed for awhile, many, many moments. Hysterical laughter only one who had lost all their sanity could sustain. After a long period of laughter his voice gave out on him, and he coughed instead. He looked down, a grin remained on his face. "Die mother****ing assholes. Return to Hell, I'll see you there, to torture you for all eternity" he said, directing it to all these guards, despite the fact none of of them could hear his faint whispers. He eyes shot to the cell door, seeing it open. Hearing the singing once again. In the blur that was his vision, still messed up from the drugs and vaccines they've gave him for various reasons, and no guidance from his..more intelligent, side, he stood up slowly, and walked to the door. He looked down the halls, seeing the girl, he decided to follow her. Unaware of the fact they were heading in the wrong direction, but maybe he'd realize it later. Afterall, the Wammy House taught him well, they did not raise him to be an imbicle,

Cyra continued down the hallway, eventually coming to a dead end and turning around. She started to sing a new song, seeing that someone had followed her. "Can you feel, the love tonight." She sand, giggling madly at the irony of the song. She assumed that the boy would follow her back to the front, after all there was no where else to go back there. Cyra walked up the hallway, watching the lights flicker every once and a while while the emergency lights flashed. She eventually found the front foyer, the bodies of guards laying scattered on the floor like rag dolls along with the body of the man that had saved her. Smiling to herself, she ripped the arm off of one of the women and bit into it, blood dribbling down her mouth as she savored the flavor of the flesh.

Once meeting face to wall with the dead end he turned around, and followed the girl again. Except he followed her in the opposite direction this time. He found her song quite ironic. Love? That's was a fairytale, a fable, an old mythical legend that people still believed was existent. Idiots. He chuckled a little, a grin on his lips. He followed her until they found the bodies of guards. Like a massacre happened here, but what could they expect? None the less. His eyes darted from body to body. Then slowly he looked at the child who began eating the arm of a women. At least he wasent the only cannibal around here,

Cyra continued through the front doors of the building, squinting in the sunlight. Turning around, she finally acknowledged the other boy. "Who you." She said, her mouth full of another chunk of the woman's arm. Cyra hadn't had much experience talking with people thanks to her insanity, which took her completely over a couple years back.

Beyond looked away when they arrived outside, the light hurt his eyes so he looked away. After they adjusted to the light his eyes had long forgotten, he looked at the girl. “Call me Rue” he introduced.

Cyra threw the arm into the surrounding woods, having eaten all the meat down to the bone where the blood had stained it. "I Cyra." She replied, not saying anything about his name. She stood silently for a while, wondering how she will get out of the forest. Afterall, she hadn't been conscious when they brought her here.

The man nodded in both acknowledgment, and greeting. His mind was like a haze, like a man who had got drunk, but was now sober. Man he hated drugs more now. His mind was messed up where he didn't have the knowledge of his other personality to guide him, he was like a lost child, with nowhere to go. He looked around at the surrounding woods, which lead to an exit, and which lead to a dead end. Which would be the quickest way, and which would be the longest?..

Ignoring his nod for the most part, Cyra looked around the small clearing and eventually saw what she was looking for, a nice sturdy tree. Skipping over to the tree, she looked up through the branches and started climbing easily. Once she got to the top she looked around, spotting a smokestack a little whiles off in the south. Cyra made her way down the tree easily, missing some branches on purpose, and to the clearing.

"Smoke in south." She said, pointing which direction she found the smokestack.

The man watched as the girl skipped over to a nice sturdy tree, and watched as she climbed up it. He tilted his head, he wondered if she would find any source of civalization, or rather, anything really. Anything to prove they werent surrounded by some abandoned wasteland.

When she pointed South, she found a smokestack. He didnt cheer, and he didnt celebrate. “Anything else, or was that it?” he asked, glarring at Cyra.

Cyra shrugged and started walking south towards the smoke, not caring if the boy followed or not. Even though he was probably twice her age, she seemed like the more mature one at the moment, which was a surprising turn of events.

Beyond sighed and followed her. His hands in the pockets of pants. It wasnt the brightest idea to go South where the smoke was located. But who cared. His gaze occasionally shifted from the ground, to the sky, then back to the ground.

While walking Cyra picked up a rather long stick and swung it at trees as she passed them, managing to break the stick in two places. Dropping the broken stick to the ground, she continued to walk towards the smoke. If there is smoke, there is a settlement. If there is a settlement, then there must be food. Her logic surprised herself as she ended up skipping alongside Rue, singing happy birthday under her breath as she did.

After only mere seconds that toht did occur to him. May they were going for food. It was a nice idea on her part, and his. Its not like people would know they were mental...even if in his opinion they were sane.That would be claiming false things.

He walked with his hands at his sides, he walked at a steady pace, a normal pace and looked down at the girl as she skipped singing happy birthday quietly. He didn't quite understand what was with this girl and singing.

He chuckled a little and looked up at the sky as he walked. At least the drug was slightly beginning to wear off....though he wasent happy about that.

Cyra stumbled quite a bit as they got closer to the smoke, the drugs making her a little less balanced. Pouting, she grabbed another stick and swung it against a couple more trees until it broke, splintering into many pieces. "Are we almost there?" She moaned, sounding more like a twelve year old girl now.

Beyond tried to ignore the little girls ignorance. Even when he was her age he didn't sing or skip. He'd be the child slowly walking down the streets one step at a time with blood splattered across his face, clothes, and hands, dragging a bloody baseball bat on the ground in the night. He could imagine Cyra singing to that to. She'd probably sing 'take me out to the ball game' while beating the man with the bat and at 'one, two, three strikes your out' kill the guy and walk off finishing it with 'at the old ball game.'


Beyond looked up, watching the piece of wood explode into little splinters, "we're getting there..were almost there" he said.

Cyra nodded again and stopped skipping, the drugs finally wearing out of her system and making her a little grumpy. After a couple minutes of silence a question formed in her mind, and because she always spoke her mind she asked it. "What did you do?" She whispered, slowing down to walk beside Rue.

"If your asking what I did to end up in that kind of Hell again, then I will tell. I walked into a bar and slaughtered everyone.." he said. "And due to my history and reputation, they stuck me in there some other shit" he said, not bothering to watch his swearing around a child. He looked down at the girl with his red and grey eye, "and what did you do, kid?"