by Joy Jones

Created on: May 14, 2010

            It was a dark and stormy night when Joy’s craziness had taken a hold once more.  Joy was an unstable, yet genius psychopath who got very violent in this state of mind.  She was a danger to all those around her, so at tiny age of 6 she admitted into the town’s mental institute and was put into solitary confinement.  She got so violent that the doctor’s labeled her as homicidal and never allowed her outside of her room.

            So on that night, chaos and terror would reign through the town, but not until after she had claimed 4 lives before her escape.  After the institute had closed and the doctors had retired for the night, Angela, a young girl who was a volunteer assistant had wandered into Joy’s room.  She looked at the black and red walls, surprised that she had never been here before.  She had thought she had encountered all the patients.  She then saw a young girl, Joy, crumpled like a lost puppy in the corner.  Joy had not heard anyone enter the room until Angela called out to her in a sweet, quiet voice.  At once Joy’s head whipped around blood-shot eyes narrowed at the intruder.  Angela shrunk back at her, taking in her matted and wild hair.

            Joy got up with unnatural grace her now empty eyes holding Angela’s frightened ones.  She stalked slowly towards her, taking pleasure in seeing her shiver, knowing she was helpless.  Those damned doctors only had the upper hand because of those drugs.  This girl had nothing.  Angela not liking the feral look in her eyes took a cautious step back. But for every step back, Joy took one forward.    In the split second that it took her to blink Joy had leapt forward, snapping her neck with inhuman ease. 

            Joy then took the knife she had stolen from the kitchen earlier that day (none of the doctors or guards knew she snuck out of her room, but she wasn’t stupid enough to try and escape on whim. She had already learned her lesson.)  Cutting the now lifeless body into unrecognizable pieces.  Stepping back from her she slinked out of her prison, making sure to stick to the shadows.  She quickly moved down the cold, empty

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