7

Frank stood in the doorway, watching. He didn’t pause, not even for a moment. He marched over to the slab of wood, which he called a bed, and yanked her up, forcing her to stand.

She screamed and he yanked at her hair, ripping at the roots.

“YOU FILTHY LITTLE MONSTER!” he yelled, hitting her and kicking at her as she screamed.

“No!” I ran over to him and threw a 'litttle' punch at him. Making him tumble over to the ground, I quickly kneeled down next to Alice trying to help. But Frank stood up and smacked me across the head.

“YOU!” he roared, his demonic face turning purple. “You just don’t get it, do you? You don’t fall in love with monsters! How much do I have to hurt her before you’ll get it into your skull!”

Alice whimpered next to me. I looked over to her quickly, a reflex reaction.

Frank roared, throwing his hand against the wall.

I remember very little after that.
My only recollection was the blood.
I went mad; I knew that much was sure.
How that man didn’t die. I don’t know.
But he used my madness against me.
He took Alice away.
While I sat in the room, fighting against my will and thirst.
But what I do know was that I got control of myself…
after the blood stains on the wall and the floor had been sucked clean.
I guess you wouldn’t call that control.

So I ran. I ran looking for her, down every corridor and every room. The blood confusing my sense of smell. But, I found her.

Because she screamed.

When I reached the room. I found a greater and much more difficult task than what had happened in her cell only minutes ago.

She had been beaten. No, not beaten, whipped.
Three large gashes went straight across her back.
Her blood was flowing on the ground.

Caked on Frank’s hand, fresh on the ground, a whole body open with blood for the taking. Even though the blood was everywhere, it wasn’t what was making me go insane at this moment.

No, not all the blood in the world could make me go as insane as I was going right now.

It was my singer's blood. Her blood. Her smell. Her body.  

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate time-travel. The worst thing about was how fragile it was. What ever I did hear would change the future. That's why I couldn't take her away from the asylum in the first place. That's why I couldn't kill that damn old man when i wanted to. That's why i couldn't protect her as much as i really could.

Because i would change the future.

And with all this fresh blood, I had no control whatsoever. And even knowing what I did at this moment, would change the future, didn't matter.

Either Alice would be there in the diner waiting for me.

Or she would cease to exist, ever again.