VII. coincidence

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his girl was still hoping


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Ohh what a night.



How late was it now... three... maybe four o'clock in the morning?
They had searched that freak for three hours now... seemed like he managed to left the building.

At least... they found one of the emergency exits unlocked...



However, not his problem anymore. He was told to go home now.



Alexander yawned while he was on his way back to the changing room.
At least the lights where on this time... and he didn't need to fear an insane to jump on him.
...and finally they managed to bring some guards over here.

Of course... not all of them... but enough to feel a bit more save.
They really need more personal if they want to continue on dealing with... people like them.

He had to admit... it was an unusual look having armed men patroling in the corridors or guarding certain rooms.



... certain rooms... actually just this one room, where the girl was still sleeping.



They couldn't tell why she was still in coma, but they suspected, it was because of the fact she fell she fell in com a few hours after him... so it was rather possible she will wake up as well, within the next hours.



Was as dangerous and cracked up as the guy?
Well the heavy guarding speaks for itself.
He wonder what would break loose if that girl would open her eyes.



Eyes...



No one actually told him what was up with teir eyes... secrecy...
All he knew was, that they were very sensetive to light. But that didn't really explain the odd color... and the general strangeness of the couple.



Actually he shouldn't ever know of the existence of them.
He would have loved to not know... really.



Buliding A, the madhouse, stuck to their secret researches and experiments, which no one wants to know about...
Bulding B, a simple, common research facility stuck to their normal, human researches and mind their own business as well....

It was always like that, why did they have to change that...? Why couldn't they leave their weird experiments where they belong to...? Locked up in their high-security wing.
Ahh yes, right... not prepaired enough for comatose... uhm.. patients



Ah, what a night.



He wondered what they would tell the other people concerning this incident.



Ah however, not his problem.



He walked up the stairs, the corridors where still empty, at night usually work just a few members of the staff. At night there's not much to do...
... usually.



"Except, when madhouse A. decides to start a party..." he mumbled when he reached the changing room...
... the room he had visited a few hours ago in the dark.



For second he hesitated to open the door.



"Ahh... don't be silly..." He opened the door.... turned the lights on.



His eyes grew big.
"Ohh nooo...." he walked into the room... he couldn't believe it....



What a mess...
Someone had broken up the three of lockers... clothes and other personal stuff lay on the ground, the mirror was broken.



Then... maybe... he was here... when he....



He started to feel guilty.



"Ah come one, they couldn't expect from you to let him breake your bones instead of those lockers, right?" He started to talk to himself again. Hehad the feeling that exactly this would have hapened if he had discovered that guy in here.



Besites... maybe that freak was in here after he controlled the room, that was possible, right?



He sighed... he should tell someone about this...
"Oh crab!"



Alexander cursed. Of course... one of the open lockers were his own. Of course.
Nice coincident, eh?



He made his way through the mess and started to pick up his clothes and the other stuff that had been thrown on the ground. He discovered that his watch was broken. Didn't survive the landing it seems. His favourite watch... a present from his dad...



"Ahh, you bastard, hope they get you and kick your ass, really...!" He cursed again.



"Ah... that's... that's a bit rude to say, yes..?"



"What? Come on, that guy is a ba.... HO SHI~MPF!"



A hand covering his mouth...
... something touched his throat, slightly cut his skin.



Hot breath next to his ear, someone giggled.



"Guess, who gets his ass kicked now, he, he, he..."










GingerNut's picture

Fffffff ;; I like this guy,

Fffffff ;; I like this guy, poor him ;;
Lovely as always~

thank you again

thank you again <3


..and i like him too 'xD *sighs*

Oh no, poor Alexander.

Oh no, poor Alexander. D:
Lol. xD