Circle Of Fear

AN: I haven't read the comics, so I've listed this under movies. However, using what I know about the comics, I'm going to try and write this semi kinda true to that. Bear with me. AU/AR for a reason, friends! Also, the theme song for this is Circle of Fear, by HIM.

“I'm not fucking crazy! Don't you believe me?”

Let go...

“Goddammit, quit struggling!”

Let go of everything....

“But I'm not CRAZY!”

Let go of everything you...

“They all say that. Pipe down, sweetheart, before we MAKE you pipe down!”

Let go of everything you know.

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“Hello there,” his voice was soft and tender, unlike any I had heard while being... there. Behind the bars. I lifted my head from the bed for the first time in hours to stare at him. Kind, kind eyes and that wheel chair.
“I hear that you've been having some problems.”

“I'm not crazy.” I hissed. My own voice surprised me. I had forgotten the sound of it, so long had I remained silent. Screaming wouldn't help me here, so I began to bite on my lips when everything go to be too much to take in. My lips were now bloody and sore.

“I know you're not crazy.” I paused, feeling my breath catch in my throat.

“You're not going to give me another injection, are you?”

“No,” he smiled and shook his head. Slowly, carefully, I eased myself off the bed and crept towards the door.
“Would you like to come with me?”

“Where are we going?” I whispered.

“Somewhere better than here.”

My legs ached as I walked towards him. How long had it been since I'd tried to walk any farther than the bathroom. It was then that I noticed the tall man behind him, wearing ruby colored glasses. He smiled kindly, and I shrank back.

“Don't worry. Scott won't hurt you. Come, come Collette.” I almost asked him how he knew my name, but figured that maybe—just maybe this was not the time to be asking questions. My hands met his, his fingers twining around mine. Instantly, I was calmer. I met his eye feeling a wave of emotion crashing over me. I wanted to collapse into his arms and cry.

“How long has she been here?” I heard Scott say. The man just shook his head and reached up to brush my hair out of my face.

“Let's take her home, Scott.”

The tile was cold beneath my bare feet and I shivered. Wordlessly, the tall man picked me up. I wound my arms around his neck, feeling my cheeks go red at being carried around with a baby.

“They didn't even have socks on her feet! It's like ice in here.” he fussed.

He carried me through the hallways, past the doorways that I thought would be locked forever. He carried me into the bright light of the outdoors, letting me hide my face in his neck from the brilliance of it. I didn't remember the last time I had felt sunlight on my skin.

I was eased into a seat in a car, a seatbelt snapped over my waist and shoulders. Feeling exhausted already, I leaned my head back and left my eyes closed. The car started and we began to drive. I felt my lips lifting in a painful smile.

“Nobody stopped us. I thought—well, I was sure someone would run after you and say I was too dangerous.” my throat ached from speaking, but I was desperate to speak. Now that I didn't feel the air dragging down on me, now that I wasn't afraid of being come after with a needle—I could speak.

“Don't worry, those days are over.”

“Over,” I whispered, feeling sleep overtake me once again.