Bleach Asylum Novels & Stories

Sienna said but was ignored as Astrid and Malakai devised a plan to get in and out. - Eden was splashed with cold water, again, making her wake up from yet another blackout. This had to be the fourth, or the fifth, she stopped counting. She had cuts on her upper arms, bruises on her face, her hands tied up behind her, her legs bound too. She was exhausted, after being beaten up a little, she had dried blood on her face, her hair was still open and was an absolute mess. The blond locks falling over her shoulder, also having blood in her hair from behind hit with a gun. She was sure she had a concussion.

In the doorway I see my mum linger, smiling at me and I carefully return it. "Omg sorry Sammy! How are you feeling? Omg I couldn't find Braze and I thought maybe he escaped from this awful place I mean look at it! White walls with people wearing white everywhere. I can only see white for god sake I think I'm gonna go blind and only se white for the rest of my life like have they ever tried yellow? Or blue? Or green? Or indigo?Or red? Red would've been really cool! But seriously I'm getting dizzy because of all the white it's so much white that I'm gonna get sick or turn into an angel because when I think white I think heaven and when I think heaven I think angels and when I think-" "Oh my go

So now they are in the hallway and walking together. "You're on Floor 7 right?" Blair asked her. "I am." "It's a, a good thing that you're not in Floor 3, or else I-I'll have to put up with the annoyance of being with, with you again." And for the nth time today, Blair rolled her eyes at Celestin once more. Their rooms were in the same building, but they live on different floors. "Yes, it's a good thing." 'Because I can't have you hear my quiet screams.'

Rasha closed her eyes, waving her hands to brush the memory of what she saw. « But there is no smell. That’s practically impossible. » « That’s the point, Jack. Right now, we are the only ones left; me, you, Rasha and your mate. The ground swallowed them. But the most creepy thing here is the article that you found. The massacre of the dark black asylum. They welcomed us here. I am afraid that we can’t get out.

Lila’s POV “If the smell of antiseptic and floor wax is the scent of a tragedy, then I’m officially living in a five-star horror movie with a very depressing soundtrack.” The fluorescent lights of the Silvercrest General waiting room were doing exactly zero favors for my complexion or my sanity. I sat on a plastic chair that felt like it was designed by someone who hated human spines, staring at the red smears on my hands. It wasn't my blood. It was Asher’s.

He yells at me from the other side. I hear his fading footsteps and I'm alone. I turn around to look at this strange room and it's a bathroom. Why did he bring me inside a bathroom. I walk to the washbowl and look at my reflection in the mirror. I look like shit. I'm in desperate need of a warm bath and I'm not even sure I'm getting any. The bathroom door opens and Asa enters. He hands me a bottle with green liquid inside. I can tell what's inside because the container is nearly visible.

Iden stepped into the room, slow and silent. This was the war room. It looked like one. A place where lives were traded, decisions signed in blood. He moved to the center of the chaos, eyes drawn to the wall of screens. Every angle of the massive asylum flickered in shaky grain. Corridors lined with flickering lights. Rooms filled with twitching shadows—patients, doctors, ghosts. The asylum was a tomb disguised as a hospital. Built on illegal records and rotting experiments. A hellhole. A cover for human trafficking, organ harvesting, unapproved trials.

" I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours. I just wanted my father back in my arms. That was when the noise hit the house. A black SUV came through the front gate, straight into the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered. Glass flew everywhere. Through the dust, the driver's side door was thrown open. A tall figure stepped out, backlit. I could not see her face. I knew her from the way she carried herself. Cassia Wynn. The fear and grief I had been holding in broke loose the moment I saw her.

For a brief moment, he was stunned. While on my way back, I kept beating myself up. I shouldn’t have gone to Elise’s place and wasted my time. I should’ve known that I would never get my hands on the antidote. However, I couldn’t afford to wallow in regret. As soon as I stepped into the car, I dialed the hospital number. “Hello there, please send an ambulance to the Thornton residence. The address is—” “Huh?” The voice on the other end interrupted. “We just received a call from that same address.”

He stood in court and claimed that I was the one who pulled the trigger, that I was mentally unstable and dangerous. The good news was that I avoided prison. The bad news was that I ended up somewhere far worse. The asylum destroyed people slowly. Everyone looked at you the same way—like you were disgusting, broken, less than human. After enough time passed, even I started wondering if maybe they were right. Maybe I really was crazy.