Page 1 of The Asylum
Prologue.
Sunny - Friday
You’ve got to be kidding me. Where the hell did the raging asshole find that?
Jack looked at me wide-eyed as Callie spluttered over the airwaves.
“Run, you stupid idiot!” I yelled.
Jack didn’t hesitate and fled as if the hounds of hell were after him. Phil stood frozen, unsure whether to keep filming or run like I’d ordered.
“Oh, my God!” Callie shrieked over the radio.
Yeah, say that again, babe! Holy shit, I couldn’t believe this!
Chance had promised me that Bunny and Pyro had a lock on Magic. Fuckin’ swore on his life, the lying bastard. And now this!
A squeak emerged from Bunny, standing by my side. Her wide eyes stared in total disbelief before an amused kind of horror crossed her face.
“Bunny, I said fuckin’ run!” I roared. Bunny glanced at me and took to her heels as I shouted, “Phil, go!”
Phil shook his head as the floating skull came closer.
Desperately, I reached out and tried to grab Magic, who was performing his version of the Hulk. I’d heard about this but never thought I’d witness it.
In the middle of the corridor, Magic hulked up, bunching his shoulders tightly and curving them while he flexed. In his hands was a baseball bat.
“Nobody will be a problem. Magic will be contained. Pyro and Bunny have everything in hand,” I mocked Chance. “Just you fuckin’ wait, Pres. When it’s your turn, I’m gonna ensure we pick the scariest freaking place on earth!” I promised.
Phil chuckled, and I knew my threat would make the cut. I was way beyond caring, though. Somehow, I had to get this lunatic out of here.
“Come on, you bodiless prick!” Magic roared.
Seriously?
“Dare ya!” Magic taunted as the skull stopped moving and hovered in mid-air. It almost seemed confused. Hell, I couldn’t blame it.
With beads of sweat collecting in my hairline, I reached for Magic as he danced forward out of my reach.
Magic waggled his fingers at the skull, taunting it to come closer. He dropped his bat, yanked his backpack off, and started pulling items out of it. To my stunned horror, he began assembling a rocket launcher.
“Where did he get that!” Callie screeched as Pyro laughed over the radio.
“Holy shit!” Phil squealed in a high-pitched voice.
“You want a piece of me? Come on then, fuckface. Nobody messes with me, skull head!”
“Where’d he get a rocket launcher?” Freddie yelled as my brain finally kicked into gear.
“I’ll blow you into tiny pieces, asswipe!” Magic promised. “You’ll be picking your teeth out of the walls!”
“Magic!” I bellowed and grabbed the irate mountain and began yanking him behind me.
“Let me the hell go, Sunny. I ain’t afraid of no freaking skull!”
“It has friends!” I yelled.
Magic dropped the rocket launcher and looked at me.
