Post by Severin on Mar 14, 2013 21:48:00 GMT -6
His eyes were heavy and blank. His mind was a foggy wasteland. Sleep, always. It was always at fault. It tortured him. It made him writhe in agony at night. It haunted his mind.
But, that aside.
He roamed the asylum, passing through doors. He took long, heavy strides and descended down a flight of stairs. A heavy iron door blocked the way into the accursed room, but he passed through it as if it didn't exist.
The scent of carbon monoxide still hung lightly in the air, though the gas chamber hadn't been used since the 1940's.
An insane asylum? More like Auschwitz.
He looked around the room. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he moved on.
He had been dead for 50 years. All of this time, and nothing to do with it. It gave him too much time to think.
Grim liked to think of himself as The Beast of Lycoris Insane Asylum. He liked to make his rounds about the huge building, checking every room, every hall to make sure everything was okay. He liked to think of himself as a Guardian.
But, alas, he was nothing more than the ghost of a dead Doberman Pinscher. Few ever saw him. And those who did usually weren't human. A dog, every now and then. Some wild animal. A bird.
And, of course, the beasts that roamed the asylum by night. Grim almost thought of them as friends. They never harmed him. He could walk right alongside one, and the creature wouldn't notice his presence.
Yes, sir. He would sometimes even ride on the backs of the creatures, as if they were horses.
He may have been the only intelligent being in Lycoris, that actually loved these creatures.
But, that aside.
He roamed the asylum, passing through doors. He took long, heavy strides and descended down a flight of stairs. A heavy iron door blocked the way into the accursed room, but he passed through it as if it didn't exist.
The scent of carbon monoxide still hung lightly in the air, though the gas chamber hadn't been used since the 1940's.
An insane asylum? More like Auschwitz.
He looked around the room. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he moved on.
He had been dead for 50 years. All of this time, and nothing to do with it. It gave him too much time to think.
Grim liked to think of himself as The Beast of Lycoris Insane Asylum. He liked to make his rounds about the huge building, checking every room, every hall to make sure everything was okay. He liked to think of himself as a Guardian.
But, alas, he was nothing more than the ghost of a dead Doberman Pinscher. Few ever saw him. And those who did usually weren't human. A dog, every now and then. Some wild animal. A bird.
And, of course, the beasts that roamed the asylum by night. Grim almost thought of them as friends. They never harmed him. He could walk right alongside one, and the creature wouldn't notice his presence.
Yes, sir. He would sometimes even ride on the backs of the creatures, as if they were horses.
He may have been the only intelligent being in Lycoris, that actually loved these creatures.