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Ascension of the Bloodraven

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Chapter 1 - Madman descent

In the dim light of a late afternoon in a mental hospital, the air hung heavy with a sense of unease. The sterile walls echoed with the faint sounds of muted conversations and the shuffle of worn-out shoes on linoleum floors. Michel sat on his cot, his back against the cold wall, eyes scanning the room filled with restless patients.

He had spent months in this place, trapped in a cycle of medication and therapy sessions that felt more like a prison than a refuge. Though he wore the hospital's standard-issue pajamas, his mind was anything but ordinary. Thoughts swirled like storm clouds, and he felt a stirring restlessness deep within him. 

"Tonight's the night," he whispered to himself, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Around him, a few other patients sat in a circle. Thorne had spent time earning their trust, listening to their stories, and sharing bits of his own. Now, he needed their help.

He leaned closer to Maggie, a fellow patient whose nervous energy often masked her sharp wit. "You ready?" he asked, his voice low but steady.

She nodded, glancing nervously at the nurse stationed near the entrance. "I don't know, Michel. What if we get caught?"

"We won't," he assured her, his gaze unwavering. "Just follow my lead. When the lights go out for the night shift, that's our chance. We move fast."

As the clock ticked closer to the evening shift change, tension filled the room. Thorne felt a flicker of hope ignite within him—a feeling he hadn't experienced in months. He was determined to break free from the suffocating confines of this place, to escape the shadows that haunted him.

"Remember," he said, looking around at the small group gathered, "this is about more than just getting out. It's about taking back control of our lives."

With a final nod, Michel settled into a quiet resolve. Tonight, he would reclaim his freedom, and perhaps, in the process, discover a way to confront the darkness that had plagued him for too long.

As night fell, the mental hospital transformed. The stark fluorescent lights flickered, casting eerie shadows along the walls. Thorne felt the pulse of urgency quicken in his chest. He exchanged glances with Maggie and the others.

When the shift change arrived, the nurses began their rounds, some yawning and others chatting quietly. Thorne knew the layout of the building well; he had studied every corner during his time here. As the lights dimmed and the staff began to relax, he signaled to Maggie and the others.

"Now," he whispered.

They slipped out of the common room, moving quickly down the corridor toward the back exit. Michel heart raced as they approached a locked door. He had seen the nurses use a keycard to access it before. He glanced around, then quickly pulled a small piece of metal he had fashioned into a makeshift lockpick from his pocket.

Just as he was about to start working on the lock, he heard footsteps approaching. Panic surged through him. He tucked the makeshift tool away and stepped back into the shadows, holding his breath. A nurse, Nurse Adams, rounded the corner, her cart rattling behind her.

"Hey, what are you kids doing?" she asked, her tone light but inquisitive.

Michel mind raced. He had to think fast. "Uh, just... getting some fresh air?" he stammered, trying to sound casual.

Nurse Adams raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Fresh air? At this hour? You know the rules."

As she stepped closer, Michel felt the tension in the air shift. He looked at Maggie, who was frozen in place, and then back at the nurse. Suddenly, in a moment of desperation, he reached out, grabbing her wrist to pull her away from the door.

"Let us go!" he demanded, but his voice trembled with a mix of fear and adrenaline.

In the struggle, Nurse Adams stumbled back, her foot catching on the edge of the cart. Time seemed to slow as she fell, hitting her head against the sharp corner of the cart with a sickening thud. Michel heart sank as he knelt beside her, panic gripping him.

"Maggie, call for help!" he shouted, but his voice felt distant.

As he checked for a pulse, he realized with horror that she wasn't breathing. The weight of what had just happened crashed down on them. This was no longer just an escape; it had turned into something unimaginable.

"Michel, we need to go!" Maggie urged, her voice shaking. The others were frozen in shock, eyes wide with disbelief.

He looked at Nurse Adams, feeling a mix of guilt and fear. "I didn't mean to..."

"Now!" Maggie insisted, pulling him away from the scene.

With a heavy heart, Michel made the choice to flee. They dashed through the back halls, adrenaline pushing them forward. But as they neared the exit, sirens blared, echoing through the building—an alarm triggered by the commotion.

"Keep moving!" Michel urged, leading the group toward a side door that he hoped would lead to freedom.

They burst outside into the cool night air, but their relief was short-lived. Flashing lights illuminated the parking lot as police cars arrived, sirens wailing. Michel heart sank further. He knew they were trapped.

"Split up!" he shouted, desperation clawing at him. "We need to throw them off!"

As his friends scattered into the night, Michel took off down a narrow alley, his mind racing. He could hear voices behind him, the pursuit growing closer. He turned a corner, heart pounding, but it was too late. 

A police officer appeared at the end of the alley, gun drawn. "Stop! Police!" the officer shouted.

Michel froze, panic flooding his veins. He raised his hands, trying to show he meant no harm. "I didn't—"

But before he could finish, the officer shouted, "Get down!" 

Instinct took over. Michel turned to run, but a shot rang out. Pain erupted in his side as he stumbled, hitting the ground hard. The world around him blurred, darkness closing in as he gasped for breath.

In his final moments, Michel saw flashes of light and darkness, memories of his past flooding back. He had tried to escape, to reclaim his life, but now he ended up losing it instead.