Paranormic

A Story by KioneCookie

Martin, an executive for Pariah is stuck inside of the asylum and runs into an old friend.

The Male Ward was dangerous, the patients whispered among themselves as Martin slipped past. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to get through, really. He just needed to slip in, grab some supplies, and then get to the front of the building while he waited for backup security to arrive. There had been rumors that the security they were supposed to call in these situation may have been...inhuman. Not up to Kate’s caliber, perhaps, but superhuman all the same.

Martin tucked his baton back into the waistband of his pants as he walked, deeming the area safe. It was a particularly run down part of the asylum that they never quite got to clean up. It was only made far worse by the copious amount of corpses that lay in disarray around the area. Oddly enough, there didn’t seem to be a predator roaming around the area to put that body count under their belt.

The executive realized he had wandered into a beast’s den when he saw the lone figure just strapped to a gurney, screaming and writhing when he saw Martin, begging for help in a hoarse voice. The man was extensively mutilated, and would have been unidentifiable if it weren’t for the way he talked. His stomach flipped and be backed into a wall, staring at the scene before him with some measure of repulsion that seemed to skyrocket with every new scream the man produced.

Was he-was he screaming for Kione? Kione was dead, weren’t they? They had vanished after all hell broke loose, no trace of them to be found. The idiot had just seemed to fade from existence. As much as that notion had hurt, Martin had to move on some time. Perhaps he had simply heard things? Perhaps the maimed executive screaming for his assistance was delirious?

“Shut up and I’ll help you out,” Martin finally managed, voice shaking as he walked over to undo the man’s restraints. He realized, with growing horror, that the other wouldn't have even been able to walk on his own, much less crawl. It would take carrying him to extract him from this hell.

Kione, Kione. Their name could be made into a musical, they decided, as they walked towards the source of the screaming. Kione; a musical in terror. Like some twisted carnival attraction. It would be the show of a lifetime, one of those shows were the audience would participate in it and newcomers would get the most difficult of it all. Or course, the show would only be made up of newcomers, and it would be a one-day only premier. The big bang. The way to go out in glory.

Another sound-another voice. It stirred their memory, stirred their blood into a warm rush. They knew that voice, they loved that voice. Their pace quickened as some degree of excitement rose in them-how very exciting! To find out that he was still alive! To find out that he was okay! Well, probably. There might be a few injuries. That much would be found out as soon as they got the chance.

Their appearance in the room brought the man’s screaming to an even higher point, as he trashed against the broke through the ones that Martin had been freeing. The rapidly flailing hands and the screaming were kind of annoying, to tell the truth, and so when Kione approached they brought out the knife they had tucked into their pants pocket and slashed at the man, cutting his fingers and making him draw back. “Shh. We have company. I need you to be quiet, got it?”

Immediately, though, the man was forgotten-despite his spat curses and his cries of pain, his hisses of fury, the doctor only had eyes for their best friend. Oh, Martin was fine! He was looking more than actually-pretty spotless for a person who had been forced to crawl through hell. But the look on his face was...not really the relief they were expecting. Not that they could be blamed.

Kione opened their arms and pulled down their face mask, mustering their best smile at their friend. “Marty! I’m so glad to see that’cha made it through...! You didn’t get too banged up did’ja? I hope not. I would kill anything that touched you, but I might be late to that party!”