Slippery like a fish, can gut you like one too
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It was... how many years again? Blah, did time actually hold any meaning now? Probably not. Most definitely not, he could control the ageing of his body for the most part, should he needed to, ergo Alexei needed not concern himself with the meaningless matters such as the movements of the clock, so aptly placed on the pale wall for him to stare at. Just the processed inside the cells, though, the scars of his escape were quite permanent - an inerasable memory of what he had been through... and what he had now become.
No, time was one of the many concerns of the pathetic insects around him. Just as his behaviour was a concern of theirs, not his - not anymore, at least. Alexei was a theoretical physicist and an avid paranormal investigator in his free time. The latter being sot of influenced by the first and vice-versa. Huh, that all seemed like another life now... even... another person's life, to be precise. When the opportunity to explore an anomaly so grave, as the one continuously being reported in the Felsong Woods presented itself, he had taken it and thus opened a door for such terrible vistas of reality he had previously hardly deemed possible even in his wildest dreams. Sure, he had had sightings of paranormal events before, but never had he been a participant, apparently for the better, judging by how this one went.
Upon returning home, Alexei was indeed a shadow of a man - nefarious whispers haunting him to a level of paranoia that bordered on insanity. Considering he had always been a rather unusual fellow, even perhaps bordering on sociopathic, it took little for his colleagues and even friends to assume that he had made the jump form conspiracy and paranormal into insanity, thus resulting in him being sent at psychiatric ward 55.
And that was hell. Actually, to say it was hell would be an understatement. It had long been his belief that these places do nothing but destroy people and his stay had certainly reconfirmed this assumption. At the start of his stay, he had to not only deal with the malicious whispers of the soul residues lingering around him, but also bear the attitude of those pathetic creatures thinking they had the slightest understanding of what was going on with him. The medication was the worst, until he had learned to combat its effects, at least. At first only the thought of murdering everyone in this hospital kept him going - same as it had been while he was imprisoned and change by them... The only difference was, he didn't do it this time and instead utilized the long period to be able to put the whispers to rest, or to a level where he could freely ignore them at least. Alexei also managed to learn a lot of his new powers and what he had become - actually controlling managing to take control of himself, as opposed to being controlled, either by something external or by his own wild emotions, which were now more vivid than ever.
It was at this point, that he realised he would never be allowed to get out of this hospital - his past jailors wouldn't allow him. All the doctors were being either directly or indirectly controlled, something he started to suspect when he sensed their twisted magic in the pills that were fed to him. Soonafter, Alexei had come to realise that all of ward 55, patients and staff included, was actually his new prison cell, albeit within the human world this time. He was also not sure if it was really his former jailers that were keeping him bound right now - this entire situation looked... too human to be orchestrated by beings whose way of thinking as so much apart and so highly occult.
One things Alexei was good at, was finding out stuff that were not supposed to be exposed. That, and taking revenge on those who have crossed him, which was basically all the... how were they even called again in their own telepathic language? Blah... who the hell cared anyways what some future corpses called themselves, if they even had a concept of racial name. Those beings who had, even since medieval times, managed to so expertly elude and take advantage of the blind humanity, the latter burning its spiritual eyes' retinas with the cancerous sparks of what they had called necro-science and necro-technology. He had not yet fully understood what was meant by that, despite making a few deductions of his own.
Getting out of this prison had proved quite challenging and even quite impossible for a single person, especially when that person was the only dangerous criminal in the whole place. And it was at that moment, that destiny smiled upon him. He had purposely volunteered to go on the TV show in order to be able to influence some of the viewers into helping him, but what he had found was a billion times better! He had found one of his kind and not just anyone. Whilst Alexei had technically saved every one that was imprisoned at that paranormal "facility" by going on a rampage on his own tormentors and then breaking apart the magic of the whole prison, there was one person in particular that he had helped more than everyone else. Some girl - too feeble and weak to make it out on her own. She must had been a special experiment, because when they decided they couldn't contain, they only tired to take her away. He could have just let them take her away and run, without risking his own life and, even worse, his continuous safety, but something deep inside had pressed him to save her. A deep connection was made between their souls at that time, and such connection was impossible to erase. Most likely, her watching TV at that time was not a coincidence either - he needed help and she must have surely felt it burn in her chest. Even if she didn't recognise him, he was certain she would find him, even if she had just noticed him for a split second on some seen at a TV store. It was just a matter of time and Alexei was now a very, very patient man.
His thoughts circled back towards the beginning of it all. Subconsciously he noted that thinking about it would strengthen the impulse that she had caught from him, even if by just a little bit. The ones taking her away had put the toughest fight of all and their voices still emerged into his consciousnesses from time to time, which made him positive they must have been the ones running the whole things. It was one of them that had warned him not to kill them - "When you murder something with as pure essence as us, you must be pure yourself, so as not to be affected. Some of the heroes in your old stories were, but you are not. You are not like any of them and are only able to do this, because we had failed to notice." is what they had spoken in syndromic telepathy straight into his head. "NOTICED WHAT?" he had yelled at them "You are a demon - you drink blood and eat violence. One of your kind can never walk unchecked and will never be...." the pair couldn't continue their story as he had murdered them both, laughing "Looks to me like I just did!" he had said to their dead bodies.
And now he had, for real. He just had to wait a bit. Alexei stretched over his bed upon the last though, thinking of taking a short nap.
"Mr. Chernev, you have a visitor. Please report to the visitor's room." - the fat nurse's voice over the intercom in his room almost made him jump.
Heh, that was fast...
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