☽Am I Crazy?☾
Title Just a Little Bit Crazier
Rating PG
Universe Vampire-verse
Character(s) Allen Walker (bloodyscore)
Word Count 1,216
Warning/Notes Fourteenth's awakening.
Allen growled softly and pressed himself against the wall under the window tightly, his skin in various stages of the healing process from previous burns from the staff dragging him out in the light for “fun” to watch him burn. Yet night after night he healed but forced himself to stay awake during the daylight hours to fight against them, to fight against the countless drugs they tried to pump into his system to “cure” him. He considered himself lucky enough that they gave him blood to drink at all - though it was often blood bag and made him sick - and left him alone during the night except for shining a flashlight in his padded room.
The sun was just setting now and he relaxed with a soft whine against the cushioned wall, eyes closing only to flash open again when sleep tried to overcome him. He couldn’t sleep, not even during the night when he had a short reprieve, because then he would awake and shove his consciousness upon Allen’s own. Allen wasn’t sure who it was, what it was, but he knew where it had come from, which one of his meals, Neah. Allen growled again and banged his head back against the wall, tugging lightly at the straight-jacket meant to hold him in.
He had ripped the first few ones they had put on him until they threatened to shove him out into a courtyard at high noon and so now he just put up with the binding cloth. But oh how he would love to just rip the coat off and feed off of them, something they picked up on because the next few shifts came in growing numbers for safety. First three, then five, now the numbers were up to eight, he could perhaps get to one before he would be shoved down and bound in what they thought would trap a vampire. So far they hadn’t figured out that silver was the only way to do so and he hoped that they never did.
His thoughts had lulled Allen into a light doze and the extreme pain began before he could force himself awake enough to escape it. It was what had gotten the vampire captured in the first place, the excruciating pain that made him yell bloody murder. His yells filled the room and echoed down the hallways loudly, awaking and setting off other inmates on their own screams, but the vampire’s screams were always the worst. It felt as if electricity was being shoved through his body by needles piercing him all over, overtaking even a vampire’s warped sense of pain. He couldn’t help it this time, he had to get out of the straight jacket.
The sound of fabric ripping filled the air and with it the scent of blood, Allen’s eyes were already blood red but not from hunger, it was from the anger and the pain of everything. His hands went up to his head, feeling the slick and familiar liquid coating his forehead, slipping down the front of his face. Still he screamed, the needles of pain now concentrated up in his head and in his mind, an endless scream that needed no breath of air. Yet finally he cut off in a sob after at least twenty minutes, the staff too busy with the other inmates to worry about the pain-wracked “vampire” that wasn’t going anywhere.
By now night had fallen and it was safe for his kind to wander about, his mind cleared long enough to even entertain the thought of escape. A thought that jerked his head up, hair curling slightly from the sweat of his pain and yelling, Allen jerked his hands free and eyes raced about the room, coming to rest first on the door where the sounds of his keepers were getting closer and then to the window leading to the outside. It was bullet proof, as much as it could be in the sixties, and reinforced with iron bars, yet there was enough of a ledge for him to stand on while he broke the window. What did he care of injuries?
Allen moved, to the opposite wall, he wasn’t quite sure of his remaining strength and wanted to make the most of what he could. The nurses were a few rooms away now and getting closer with each inmate they calmed down, he wouldn’t have much time if they heard the glass breaking. He ran, jumped and caught his fingers against the window frame, hugging the small space with his cheek pressed against the glass. It was cold outside and it felt good against his fevered skin, but not to be distracted the vampire quickly looked over the remaining obstacles in his way once he got past the glass and bars.
Nothing.
He grinned, a grin that didn’t quite feel like his own, it felt a little more sinister, a little more crazy. Allen noticed his shadow a moment later, a figure cloaked in black staring back at him with a grin that matched. Perhaps he had been there way too long. Allen shook his head to clear it, spattering blood drops everywhere. He was lucky these people believed that the bite itself made one a vampire and not partaking of his blood, the splatters would just be cleaned up. Torn straight jacket wrapped around his hands Allen punched at the bullet proof glass, cracking it easily and then shattering it with a second, the sound set off more inmates yet alerted the nurses as to what he was doing. They yelled and raced toward his cell, rushing foolishly to try and unlock all of the locks set in place to keep him in.
A laugh and Allen quickly got to work against the iron bars, bending them out of place until there was enough room for him to squeeze out of, his hands were bleeding by the end of it all but Allen was free for the first time in over a year. He stood for a moment outside the window on an equally small ledge as there was on the inside with his eyes closed, reveling in the feeling of the wind against his skin. The sounds of success at getting the door open behind him alerted Allen that it was time to move and so he moved. Jumping down to the ground Allen took off at top speed, moving quicker than even the cameras could catch him toward the gates.
Jumping he then made it over the gates with little trouble, racing on into the night. Free.
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Months later Allen had taken to avoiding his reflection in mirrors and windows, avoiding sleeping until exhaustion finally crept over him in the daylight hours. Anything to avoid seeing the figure that had begun to haunt him ever since that night at the asylum, the search for him had long been given up after Allen tossed the bloodied fabric down a cliff to a raging river filled with jagged rocks. But now even his precautions were not enough, his waking hours were filled with conversations with an inner voice that only he could hear. It sounded eerily like Neah’s voice, a thought that comforted and alarmed the vampire.
”You can’t avoid me for much longer, Allen. But I can wait as long as I need to.”
Rating PG
Universe Vampire-verse
Character(s) Allen Walker (bloodyscore)
Word Count 1,216
Warning/Notes Fourteenth's awakening.
Allen growled softly and pressed himself against the wall under the window tightly, his skin in various stages of the healing process from previous burns from the staff dragging him out in the light for “fun” to watch him burn. Yet night after night he healed but forced himself to stay awake during the daylight hours to fight against them, to fight against the countless drugs they tried to pump into his system to “cure” him. He considered himself lucky enough that they gave him blood to drink at all - though it was often blood bag and made him sick - and left him alone during the night except for shining a flashlight in his padded room.
The sun was just setting now and he relaxed with a soft whine against the cushioned wall, eyes closing only to flash open again when sleep tried to overcome him. He couldn’t sleep, not even during the night when he had a short reprieve, because then he would awake and shove his consciousness upon Allen’s own. Allen wasn’t sure who it was, what it was, but he knew where it had come from, which one of his meals, Neah. Allen growled again and banged his head back against the wall, tugging lightly at the straight-jacket meant to hold him in.
He had ripped the first few ones they had put on him until they threatened to shove him out into a courtyard at high noon and so now he just put up with the binding cloth. But oh how he would love to just rip the coat off and feed off of them, something they picked up on because the next few shifts came in growing numbers for safety. First three, then five, now the numbers were up to eight, he could perhaps get to one before he would be shoved down and bound in what they thought would trap a vampire. So far they hadn’t figured out that silver was the only way to do so and he hoped that they never did.
His thoughts had lulled Allen into a light doze and the extreme pain began before he could force himself awake enough to escape it. It was what had gotten the vampire captured in the first place, the excruciating pain that made him yell bloody murder. His yells filled the room and echoed down the hallways loudly, awaking and setting off other inmates on their own screams, but the vampire’s screams were always the worst. It felt as if electricity was being shoved through his body by needles piercing him all over, overtaking even a vampire’s warped sense of pain. He couldn’t help it this time, he had to get out of the straight jacket.
The sound of fabric ripping filled the air and with it the scent of blood, Allen’s eyes were already blood red but not from hunger, it was from the anger and the pain of everything. His hands went up to his head, feeling the slick and familiar liquid coating his forehead, slipping down the front of his face. Still he screamed, the needles of pain now concentrated up in his head and in his mind, an endless scream that needed no breath of air. Yet finally he cut off in a sob after at least twenty minutes, the staff too busy with the other inmates to worry about the pain-wracked “vampire” that wasn’t going anywhere.
By now night had fallen and it was safe for his kind to wander about, his mind cleared long enough to even entertain the thought of escape. A thought that jerked his head up, hair curling slightly from the sweat of his pain and yelling, Allen jerked his hands free and eyes raced about the room, coming to rest first on the door where the sounds of his keepers were getting closer and then to the window leading to the outside. It was bullet proof, as much as it could be in the sixties, and reinforced with iron bars, yet there was enough of a ledge for him to stand on while he broke the window. What did he care of injuries?
Allen moved, to the opposite wall, he wasn’t quite sure of his remaining strength and wanted to make the most of what he could. The nurses were a few rooms away now and getting closer with each inmate they calmed down, he wouldn’t have much time if they heard the glass breaking. He ran, jumped and caught his fingers against the window frame, hugging the small space with his cheek pressed against the glass. It was cold outside and it felt good against his fevered skin, but not to be distracted the vampire quickly looked over the remaining obstacles in his way once he got past the glass and bars.
Nothing.
He grinned, a grin that didn’t quite feel like his own, it felt a little more sinister, a little more crazy. Allen noticed his shadow a moment later, a figure cloaked in black staring back at him with a grin that matched. Perhaps he had been there way too long. Allen shook his head to clear it, spattering blood drops everywhere. He was lucky these people believed that the bite itself made one a vampire and not partaking of his blood, the splatters would just be cleaned up. Torn straight jacket wrapped around his hands Allen punched at the bullet proof glass, cracking it easily and then shattering it with a second, the sound set off more inmates yet alerted the nurses as to what he was doing. They yelled and raced toward his cell, rushing foolishly to try and unlock all of the locks set in place to keep him in.
A laugh and Allen quickly got to work against the iron bars, bending them out of place until there was enough room for him to squeeze out of, his hands were bleeding by the end of it all but Allen was free for the first time in over a year. He stood for a moment outside the window on an equally small ledge as there was on the inside with his eyes closed, reveling in the feeling of the wind against his skin. The sounds of success at getting the door open behind him alerted Allen that it was time to move and so he moved. Jumping down to the ground Allen took off at top speed, moving quicker than even the cameras could catch him toward the gates.
Jumping he then made it over the gates with little trouble, racing on into the night. Free.
________
Months later Allen had taken to avoiding his reflection in mirrors and windows, avoiding sleeping until exhaustion finally crept over him in the daylight hours. Anything to avoid seeing the figure that had begun to haunt him ever since that night at the asylum, the search for him had long been given up after Allen tossed the bloodied fabric down a cliff to a raging river filled with jagged rocks. But now even his precautions were not enough, his waking hours were filled with conversations with an inner voice that only he could hear. It sounded eerily like Neah’s voice, a thought that comforted and alarmed the vampire.
”You can’t avoid me for much longer, Allen. But I can wait as long as I need to.”