Rebirth

Maniacal laughter filled the room as he watched her stare at her hands in horror. She was kneeling in a pool of blood - not her own. He made her do it, he had to have done it, forced her somehow to totally dissect that innocent young intern. But she didn't know how he did it. Triumph was evident on his face as he slowly stepped towards her, grinning widely with obvious glee.

"How does it feel, sweet?" He asked, voice barely controlled from bursting into another bout of laughter. "You monster," she spat, "I don't know how you did this, how you made me kill him, but you're a monster, you're sick, twisted, vile, damned-"

"Perhaps, just insane? I am, after all, in an asylum," He grinned wider. He glanced down at an invisible watch on his wrist and whistled. "I think it's about time where my fellow inmates have possibly... incapacitated or even eaten other guards and interns who would be a problem to us.. Now, would you come with me? You seem pretty happy and in your own doozy world while hacking and sawing and digging through that poor guy," Uncontrollable laughter rang in the four walls once again as she shot him a look of utter disgust and shame.

She did enjoy it, he had somehow unlocked a possibly psychopathic side of her that she herself had hardly even knew. She had just gleefully murdered her colleague right in the eyes of another psychopath. A psychopath, not another. She still refused to admit to that side of hers. It was abominable.

While she was fighting herself in her own thoughts, the madman took the time to prepare himself whilst humming a rather scary tune of a nursery rhyme, arming himself with a long crowbar and several globes of gas bombs containing his specialty venom. His green eyes swiveled in their sockets back to her, shaking still on that coagulating sticky puddle. "Come, we have no time to lose, my dear, the night awaits us." He extended his pale hand towards her, and giving in, she took his hand and the blood made a bright stark contrast with his hand.

She loved him, she didn't know how, but every session turned into her knowing more about him rather than a psychiatrist-patient session. She yearned to know more of that side of him that no one knew, unveiling his sometimes confusion of who he really was, slivers of weakness that made her want to rush to him and protect him from his own mind, and as they got to know each other, she couldn't help but fall in the crazy river of love with her patient. And of course, just last week they had first kissed, and to her, without a doubt, they loved each other.

It was miraculous to her that such a character would love her that consistently, that he would listen to her problems, even if he had his own. But now she was starting to doubt - not his sanity for she knew he had almost none - but his intentions. Was he really in love with her, or just trying to psych her to become one of his loony henchmen? And now that this has happened, what with the asylum going crazier than it was, was she to be blamed for all of it? She could only helplessly - once more - follow the nameless man as he continued unfolding his plot for his "big night".

He glanced back at her as they ran towards the main office. She was silent, she didn't seem happy but deep in thought. He didn't like that. He thought that unlocking that cuckoo side of her would make her more like him - more carefree and crazy. He thought she would be grinning at the anticipation of the night - their big date where he could show her what he's capable of, planning and plotting and all. He stopped immediately and hugged her tight, looking at her head to toe. "What's wrong, cupcake? Still not enjoying the night? This was kinda planned for you, you know." He winked at her. She seemed mad all of a sudden. "Whaddya think, smarty pants? I just killed a person! A friend!"

"That's my specialty, punkin' pie, you know that you're just like me, stop controlling it," He lowered his face to hers and grinned wide, and swiftly pecked her on the cheek. He felt a sense of cold warmth spreading where his heart was as he watched her cheeks turn pink. "Now come on, we're almost there," He turned and continued to drag her by the hand to the main office.

She was confused. He really did love her, and from what he was saying, he wanted her to be like him, that she was already like him, but she was stopping herself from doing so. She continued contemplating as they entered the main office's security room, where all CCTVs were online. Inmates were amok in the place, slicing and dicing guards and doctors, even other lesser inmates. She watched on in pure shock and horror at the gore while he laughed rambunctiously with childlike glee.

A bat-cloaked figure appeared suddenly in the screen, traveling around fighting each inmate. "Ah... my-our masked friend is here." A peal of laughter rang round once more. A doctor burst into the room just then, eyes widening in shock at the intern standing right beside the mastermind. He handed her his crowbar - she almost couldn't lift it up - and hand-signaled her to take care of the doctor. The doctor will definitely hurt him if she did not do something, and she was going to protect her puddin' no matter what. She charged towards her with sudden willpower and started swinging wildly in the doctor's direction, successfully clipping the side of her face and dislocating her jaw. Encouraged, she continued to whack mercilessly at the screaming and rolling figure, now on the floor.

Soon, the screaming stopped and a bloody pulp was all that was left on the dirty green tiles of the room. She panted heavily, looking at her second kill for the night, blood pumped full with adrenaline. Her arms ached, and her vision was slightly off and blurred. The heart oddly felt light, and her brain did not seem to work or process any thoughts. A tiny bubble of laughter escaped from her lips, surprising both him and her. His eyes visibly widened, as did his mouth into a cheshire grin, as she started to laugh, once, twice, then uncontrollably, ringing shrilly in that small room like how his did at first, the first time they met in his cell, after he tried to strangle her to death. This was the feeling, she thought then, his feeling. And I'm feeling it too. It feels wonderful, light, awesome, carefree, burdenless, insane. She saw through his eyes now, how everything seem inconsequential, that life must be lived out in a certain mad way, the way that would be most fun to yourself, and somehow killing was fun, more fun than she ever had thought.

He watched her as her eyes went cuckoo, just like how he wanted it to be. Her laughter sent chills down his spine, and he loved it. He gave a whoop of delight and joined her, heaving her to her feet and hugging her as they both drowned themselves in co-contagious laughter. His heart welled up with something he did not understand, something foreign, something that had been there for quite a few weeks - or was it a few months? But he liked it - and disliked it at the same time. This must be love, he thought, and sobered. But his mind took him away to the bat, as he noticed that dark shadow swooping closer to where they are from screen to screen.

"Come, dear, we must go, we have to celebrate, this new birth of yours!" That said, he took her hand and strutted out of the office, and the building, hijacking a car and zooming off into the night, with only their insane laughter trailing behind them. She was at her happiest, seeing the world through reborn eyes, just like how her puddin' saw it.

Everything seemed so perfect.