Justice Ascendant
20 June 1991 Atlantic County Asylum Atlantic County, New Jersey
The boy's eyes opened to focus on a shadowed field of white. He was unsure how long he'd been asleep, it seemed like days and this place was unfamiliar. His last concious memory still echoed across his surface thoughts. A group of men had grabbed him and used ether to put him to sleep, "Master will be pleased," was all he understood of them. He tried to move, but the restraints held him tight to the bed. He looked around at the padded walls, the fluorescent bulbs made
The screams of the damned. A soft cry played counterpart underthem. He could not make out individual voices, but rather a cacophony. A soft whisper escaped his lips and he became intimately familiar of the location of every individual and their thoughts on his wing of the Asylum. He immediately closed them out. Insanity is a hard thing for a six year old to understand.
In two minds he read sanity. One was that of the man walking down the hall, his intentions were unclear. The second mind belonged to a girl in the room neighboring his. The screaming continued as the man drew closer. There was a click and the musty odor of the pan and the smell of staleness, especially urine wafted into his room.
"Hello little one, I didn't expect you to be awake. It's time for your medication... it will make you feel better," the man spoke in nurturing tones as he bit the cap of a needle he unpocketed and tapped the end of. The boy looked at him with dark eyes, not quite intent on believing him. The man pulled a clear liquid from his pocket and plunged the thirsty needle tip into it.
"This won't hurt... much, little one," the man now spoke in condescending tones. The boys right eye twitched, then his left in a disharmonious pattern. His head cocked slightly to the right as he mumbled in an unrecognizable language. The man watched in horror as his own hand turned on him and stabbed him in the leg, his thumb twitched as his mind fought his body, then slowly pressed down on the plunger. The little boy continued to blink as the man opened the restraint on his right arm, just before he fell asleep.
The little boy mumbled, "I know."
He quickly unfastened his restraints and walked from the room. His mind searched for the girl and he found her nearby. He looked at the keys in his hand and sensed which had the greatest connection to the door in front of him. He expertly recognized their common placement together in the tapestry and inserted the key.
The boy felt another presence now. It was angered about the happenings towards its underling and had found the boys thoughts. It was tracking him.
The boy opened the door and looked at the girl. She was older than him, maybe 12 or 13. Her long dark hair was unkempt and she was bound with a straight jacket.
The presence moved closer and he released the small white hinge. A blue flash of light seared into the boy and arcs of lightening danced over his body. The dark figure stepped over him and picked up the girl with a cold hand.
"I have come for your soul Milynn," the creature spoke ominously. The girl could only look on in terror.
"The boy cannot help you against me... he is a boy and I have lived a hundred years, on the souls of your kind, I will live a hundred more."
The girls complexion turned white as the man's cold dead hand wrapped around her arm and begun to drag her from the room.
The boy stirred, a soft sound escaping from his lips. The man stopped and looked at him. "You still want some little one?" The blue force jumped from his fingertips and crashed into the floor leaving scorch marks where the boy had been just nanoseconds before.
The boy looked on in the corner of the girl's eye. She gasped, but could not see him no matter how hard she tried.
Blood began to pour from the man's ears, mouth, nose and eyes. It started with a trickle, but soon he grabbed his head as the pain became too much to endure. His grip released and the girl ran from the room. The man slipped to his knees and the girl turned pale as she watched in horror before kicking him over.
The little boy stood beside her now, both of them watching the dead body.
"I sense he is asleep, but not dead," the boy spoke.
She looked at him in shocked surprise and nodded.
"Go, I will take care of him."
"What's your name little boy?" The girl asked.
"One... I am only One," the boy said as he went back to his room and rummaged through the first man's belongings. He found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. It was't long before he applied them to the dead man and walked out of the Asylum.
Milynn left many questions unanswered.
One had one question answered, "Yes, it is real."
From "The Meeting of One and Milynn"
- The Chronicler of Secrets