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With a groan, Tyler opened his eyes. He was hot and felt a warm liquid on his face. He could feel some of his hair matted to his forehead. His vision was slightly blurred and he had a ringing "ping" in his ears. He began mumbling when he noticed three figures looking at him.
"What? What the hell-?" he mumbled.
"Calm down. We're not going to hurt you," one of the figures said. Tyler recognized the voice.
As his vision returned, he recognized two of them as the boy and girl that were talking in the hallway. The boy was rubbing his brown hair. Upon closer inspection, Tyler noticed be had a bit of around his chin and neck. The girl had her hands on her hips and her hair tied back in a scrunchy.
"What-what is this?" Tyler asked weakly.
"My name is Eliza," the girl said. "This is Duke," she said, motioning to the kid she was talking too. She motioned to another older looking kid. "His name is Steven."
Steven looked older than most of the kids Tyler had seen. He was bald and had a mustache. He looked tough and menacing too. He had his shirt buttoned down up to his chest.
"Steven is on Level 3 of the Asylum," Duke said.
"Level 3?" Tyler muttered.
Eliza sighed. "He's new, Duke. Let me explain. See, this place is separated into three Levels. Level 1 is made up of delinquents, guys who do petty crimes, stuff like that. Level 2 is a bit more...'advanced'. It's the Level we're on, made up of kids with slight mental problems. Level 3 is very different. Its made up of people with serious mental problems, like schizophrenia. Level 1 and Level 2 are allowed to mix during free hall and peer mediation, but never mix with Level 3. Level 1 and 2 are run by the same director. I, myself, am a cleptomaniac. I tend to take the most petty things, so my parents sent me here to get over it," Eliza said.
"What does that have to do with you tieing me up and locking me in this crappy, hot room!?" Tyler yelled. "You were following us!" Duke yelled back.
"It's because I have some impulsive problems. I tend to do things for no reason and get angry sometimes," Tyler said.
"I hear voices...and talk to myself sometimes..." Duke said fiddling with his glasses.
"I have multiple personalities. I've been here for two years, so I've got it mostly licked," Steven said.
"So, what is this? What's going on?!" Tyler yelled.
The trio in front of him looked at each other. "I think it's okay to tell him," Steve said. "He might be able to help us."
Eliza sighed. "Fine. Here's the thing. The people here...aren't too friendly. So, the three of us and this girl named Tasha were getting suspicious of the director of our Level's is up to something."
"What?"
"You see, if you do something wrong, like break curfew or attack faculty, you get isolation, the severity depending on the offense. The thing is, Tasha only threw some food. That should have gotten her about three days, but shes been gone for about a week. At first, Eliza and Duke thought it was some kind of mistake. But I've got connections and from what I've been told, people all over Level 1 and 2's been disappearing. Just like Tasha," Steven said.
"The three of us have been investigating her disappearance, but we've gotten nothing but dead ends," Duke said.
"Let me help!" Tyler suddenly shouted. He felt his heart race, the same way it did whenever he had his impulse moments.
Duke looked away, towards Eliza and fondled his glasses. "Should we do it?"
"I don't know. He hasn't been here long. I don't see why not," Eliza said.
"Yeah, let him. I'll ask Eliza now," Duke said. He tapped Eliza on her shoulder, who was fuming. "Hey Eliza-"
Eliza hit him in the chest. "Don't do that talking-to-yourself-crap while taking to me! It's freakin' confusing!"
Steve untied Tyler. He stood and wiped his forehead. He sighed in relief when he was met by just sweat, not blood.
"Everyone just get some sleep. Tomorrow we'll set up the plan," Steven said.
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"What? What the hell-?" he mumbled.
"Calm down. We're not going to hurt you," one of the figures said. Tyler recognized the voice.
As his vision returned, he recognized two of them as the boy and girl that were talking in the hallway. The boy was rubbing his brown hair. Upon closer inspection, Tyler noticed be had a bit of around his chin and neck. The girl had her hands on her hips and her hair tied back in a scrunchy.
"What-what is this?" Tyler asked weakly.
"My name is Eliza," the girl said. "This is Duke," she said, motioning to the kid she was talking too. She motioned to another older looking kid. "His name is Steven."
Steven looked older than most of the kids Tyler had seen. He was bald and had a mustache. He looked tough and menacing too. He had his shirt buttoned down up to his chest.
"Steven is on Level 3 of the Asylum," Duke said.
"Level 3?" Tyler muttered.
Eliza sighed. "He's new, Duke. Let me explain. See, this place is separated into three Levels. Level 1 is made up of delinquents, guys who do petty crimes, stuff like that. Level 2 is a bit more...'advanced'. It's the Level we're on, made up of kids with slight mental problems. Level 3 is very different. Its made up of people with serious mental problems, like schizophrenia. Level 1 and Level 2 are allowed to mix during free hall and peer mediation, but never mix with Level 3. Level 1 and 2 are run by the same director. I, myself, am a cleptomaniac. I tend to take the most petty things, so my parents sent me here to get over it," Eliza said.
"What does that have to do with you tieing me up and locking me in this crappy, hot room!?" Tyler yelled. "You were following us!" Duke yelled back.
"It's because I have some impulsive problems. I tend to do things for no reason and get angry sometimes," Tyler said.
"I hear voices...and talk to myself sometimes..." Duke said fiddling with his glasses.
"I have multiple personalities. I've been here for two years, so I've got it mostly licked," Steven said.
"So, what is this? What's going on?!" Tyler yelled.
The trio in front of him looked at each other. "I think it's okay to tell him," Steve said. "He might be able to help us."
Eliza sighed. "Fine. Here's the thing. The people here...aren't too friendly. So, the three of us and this girl named Tasha were getting suspicious of the director of our Level's is up to something."
"What?"
"You see, if you do something wrong, like break curfew or attack faculty, you get isolation, the severity depending on the offense. The thing is, Tasha only threw some food. That should have gotten her about three days, but shes been gone for about a week. At first, Eliza and Duke thought it was some kind of mistake. But I've got connections and from what I've been told, people all over Level 1 and 2's been disappearing. Just like Tasha," Steven said.
"The three of us have been investigating her disappearance, but we've gotten nothing but dead ends," Duke said.
"Let me help!" Tyler suddenly shouted. He felt his heart race, the same way it did whenever he had his impulse moments.
Duke looked away, towards Eliza and fondled his glasses. "Should we do it?"
"I don't know. He hasn't been here long. I don't see why not," Eliza said.
"Yeah, let him. I'll ask Eliza now," Duke said. He tapped Eliza on her shoulder, who was fuming. "Hey Eliza-"
Eliza hit him in the chest. "Don't do that talking-to-yourself-crap while taking to me! It's freakin' confusing!"
Steve untied Tyler. He stood and wiped his forehead. He sighed in relief when he was met by just sweat, not blood.
"Everyone just get some sleep. Tomorrow we'll set up the plan," Steven said.
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