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V I N C E N TXXX V A N G U A R D
There was no place for bravo here.
Vincent had learned that the hard way the first week inside the asylum. In some ways he had thought that he had been spared to live, when the Verdict of his trial had been an insanity plea, and sentencing to a place that they called Mount Massive. It had sounded like a joke. A place that he would be able to live out the rest of his days in relative peace, and playful agitation of whatever staff resided there. Or the casual thought of escaping said Asylum with his childhood friend, Eddie Gluskin. No, Vincent could not have imagined anything of the dark and gloomy atmosphere he had come to know.
He had once thought that he was a nightmare. That he was the kind of person that people ran away from just from one look. And really, that wasn’t that far of a stretch. With his intentional tattoos, the close cut of his hair on one side, the overall piercings, he looked like something a person could only imagine from their nightmares. A kind of person parents always warned their children about, long into their adulthood. He was the Vincent Vanguard. His name had been plastered on every news cast imaginable after he and Eddie had slipped up. He didn’t really remember how it was exactly that they were caught but somehow, a person of theirs had escaped. There were so many flashing lights of various authority officials that flashed in his mind, and once he had saw them, he had thought it was game over. He really had just wanted to die in some police shoot out, but Eddie had had other plans. Maybe Eddie had convinced him not to go outside their doors with a faux weapon of a gun, maybe he had known better himself.
Bah, the details were unfortunately very fuzzy, but what was done, was done. They had been captured, like the animals normal people called them. They were separated for the trial, but once Vincent had caught sight of Eddie, he had flashed a smile to his best friend in court. A happy little smile that had belayed no fear as to their sentencing, because Vincent, once upon a time, hadn’t been afraid of death. He hadn’t been afraid of jails. And he most certainly had not been afraid of asylums.
Did he regret what he had taken part in? No. Never. He had had fun. Watching and participating in Eddie’s murders, he had agreed with them for an entirely different reason than his friend’s. While Eddie was looking for a perfect ‘Bride’, like he often had joked, Vincent had simply liked them for the carnage. For the twisted mutilation of a living thing. Oh yes, he loved the feel of warm blood splattering on him while there was the musical sound of scream in the ear. It was his lullaby. It was what made him happy, something that was much better than the animals he had gutted and pulled apart when he was a child. He, no, they had upgraded to something that could actually express it’s agony past the whines and howls of an animal. Maybe even animals were better than they were, seeing that neither had really cared about the atrocities they had done. It was a wonder they had never turned to cannibalism, but maybe that was only because the thought had never crossed them.
Instead, he remembered the happier times. Times where he would drink wine, put on a little music in the background before descending down to Eddie’s domain. Oh yes, they had been moments that even television could not fully convey. They were of splendor, of a past time only the twisted like himself and Eddie could only enjoy… damn, did he miss Eddie. Was he in the same Asylum he was? He didn’t even know. No matter how much he demanded, no one here would tell him anything. Not the stern lipped doctors, not the stone faced guards. One guard had hinted that if he behaved he might be able to get out of solitary, and go… somewhere else, but that didn’t really make sense for Vincent. In this quiet, dimly lit little room, he was fine. He was safe from the television screens, and their horrors that made what he had Eddie had done seem like a cake walk. It made him feel sick. It made him feel like… he perhaps could have achieved more sickening things in his life. Maybe then they wouldn’t have sent him to the asylum, but killed him by some state mandated death sentence.
“Eddie, I miss you.” He called out into the room that had no one inside, banging his head on the poorly padded room, he could still feel the concrete underneath, so it was no surprise that the room remained permanently chilled. A march of steps was heard down the hallway. There was almost a daily round of guard protected doctors that walked by. Sometimes they stopped back his door only to shake their heads and continue on, sometimes his door flung open for him to be dragged to the television screens. He hated the televisions, he hated the doctors, he wanted to rip out the guards necks out with his bare teeth, but no matter how much he struggled, one against four or more wasn’t enough. He just didn’t have the build, not like Eddie. Now that man was something to be terrified of. “What about him, Dr. Wernicke?” he heard a voice behind the door, after the disjointed set of steps fell in front of his quaint little cell. “Not yet, he’s not ready.” Another voice said, there were sounds of hushed debate before the second voice shouted. “Enough! Take patient #Z307 to the screens.” He ordered, footsteps going down the hall to leave the guards to do what they did best.
Oh, that was enough to make Vincent instantly back into his corner even more.
“No, not again!” he shouted, futilely as his door was swung open. Black eyes, that normally were lifeless and cold, widened in horror. What had only been a couple of weeks inside the asylum, had turned into a nightmare. “Please! Anything but that!” he shouted as he carried his sorry, struggling a** to the place that was starting to haunt his dreams. “Shut up,” one gruff voice said, out of the four that were handling him by his wrists and ankles to the television rooms. “Let me go! Stop! “ he shouted, squirming in their iron clad grasp more than anything. Staring up in horror to the lights that they passed over the ceiling, he was almost starting to memorize how many of those lights were in place before he was in their special kind of hell. “This is cruel and unusual punishment!” he screamed, but who was going to hear him? A murderer? Who would even care about what happened to him, after what he had done, and helped do to so many people? Was this his justice? Was there really a god?
How bleak his thoughts had become, to turn to the musings of religion. When before he would have openly mocked anything that had to do anything with a higher power than humans, maybe they were finally starting to crack the remaining of his sanity. Was it a wonder he was still sane? As he twisted his head, and saw another patient walk by, a docile and giggling creature, he knew that some were not as fortunate as him. Would he turn into a smiling and lost basket case? “Noo!” he screamed, his body bucking futilely against the men that were not about to let him slip away any time soon.
Maybe it was some twisted version of fate, but when Vincent twisted his head, in another attempt to wrench one of his wrists away, he saw him. Eddie. Time slowed down for him, because as happy as he was to see him, it was bittersweet to see him here. Eyes wide, he gritted his teeth as he struggled harder against the men. Finally proving to be a challenge as they had to stop in order to growl at him and reassert their hold.
“Eddie!!”
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