Truly it was a dark place. The Last Hope asylum was possibly the most terrible looking place in the city. Though that was more due to the fact that it was once a state penitently. Most of the security measures had been stripped from the place, and replaced with simple black and white tiles. It was mostly an open asylum, where the patients where able to socialise freely, under the watchful eyes of the guards. There were very few incidents in the asylum, and the only incidents, which occurred, tended to be related to the asylums most dangerous prisoner. He was not a patient, because the entire world knew that there could never be a cure for him. His name was Chuckles, an extremely powerful Fire Starter who one Sunday decided to don a clown mask, pick up two chainsaws and visit the local church. That was two years ago, and they still can’t figure out who the victims were, between the scorch marks covering their entire bodies and the heavy lacerations, essentially making them more like strips of flesh than people.

It became apparent, once Chuckles was captured, that he must be placed in an extremely high security area, cut off from everyone and everything. He sits in a square padded cell suspended over a pit of acid, guarded by a regiment of highly trained psychic soldiers, who are themselves controlled by an elite Para-trooper (Para standing for paranormal in this case). Everything ran smoothly until one day, the Elite Para-trooper did something very moronic. He let Chuckles see him. Within seconds the Para-Trooper was nothing but ashes. This put everyone on edge, and it would remain that way until a new paranormal was found to command the Psychic Battalion.

Stepping out of a black four by four stool a rather daunting young woman. Almost flawless skin ( apart from an almost faded scar running down her left cheek) and long black hair she looked no older than twenty-five. Standing at a tall five foot nine she walked into the last hope asylum. This young woman had quite a reputation for herself as a hardened fighter and bounty hunter. There were quite a few guards around the front gates but she was let in easily enough.

Her heavy boots echoed against the cold tiled flooring. There were very few people near the main desk, she had to ring a bell two or three times before a rather tired receptionist began to describe the way to the warden's office. " Up two flights of stairs and at the bottom of the corridor" she grumbled between chewing what she assumed was gum. Walking up the flights of stairs to the wardens office the woman was asked to hand over any weapons she concealed. Shrugging she handed over two 9mm pistols , a revolver and a switch blade. Walking over to the door of the warden she stood by the door waiting to be called in.

The warden's office door opened and the warden himself beckoned the woman in. Sitting on either sides of a varnished oak desk they began to talk business.

"I hear you have 'chuckles' here, id like to apply for a job."
"Oh? in what field?"
"Anything that will keep him under wraps"
" Your name?"
"Olivia Wallace"
"Skills?"
"Mastered the ability to control electricity and telekinesis, armed and unarmed combat."
"You wont need the last two here, but you have yourself a job."
"When do i start?"
"Now, you are the new Elite Para-trooper. Congratulations"

Being led down to the most secure part of the asylum Olivia was taken down to the rest of the shoulders she was now in control of.
After being left by the warden in the hands of her new colleagues they took her up to the surveillance room. A few meters above Chuckles there was a quadruple glazed window, they could see him along with the dozens of cameras but she could also just about see them. "Hmm, he almost looks pathetic like that" Olivia muttered.

Chuckles shifted slightly, he could tell that there was some one new in the asylum, and that some one was close by. He closed his eyes an attempt to concentrate, to sense the newcomer. Once he had figured out who it was, he began to speak, in her head.
‘You’re new here, ain’t ya?’ His voice was bizarrely deep and he spoke with a slight Louisianan accent. ‘You shouldn’t be thinking that I’m pathetic here girly, I could break out at any time, I just didn’t feel like it yet. The last guy they shipped in to do your job, he didn’t stay too long, but he stayed just as long as the ones before him. Lets see if you do a little better hmm?’ He then began to laugh slightly, as he got to his feet. The moment it was realised that Chuckles had moved, all the guards ran down towards the cell door, their weapons pointed directly at where Chuckle’s head would be if he broke through. One man had his hand hovering over the button that would lower the cell into the pit of acid. Chuckles looked up towards the observation windows, his usually baldhead suddenly catching on fire. His red and yellow eyes stared upwards intently for a moment, a stark contrast with his completely white face and silly green oversized lipstick. Suddenly, fire engulfed Chuckles, destroying the straight jacket he wore, leaving only his fireproof trousers and boots, his torso showing that he only wore his make up on his face. He then walked slowly towards the door, the whole cell slowly beginning to burn.

Olivia sat down in one of the surveillance chairs, watching the screens intently. With only two other soldiers on the room she was taken by surprise when she heard a deep voice in her own thoughts, looking at the two officers, the had these small buds in there ears emitting small blue light; looking down at Chuckles she realised it was him and the buds were what stopped him communicating with them. Standing over the glass she looked down at Chuckles and saw the restraints and acid, there was no way he could surpass the airlock system. As he looked up to the glass she saw the look in his eyes and as the fire began to appear, creating what looked liked clown hair. This sent a chill down her spine making Olivia run down to the door of his cell, well the control room for the door, ventilation and his restraints. Watching Chuckles venture to the door his cell, the whole room engulfed in flames. There was no way she was going to let him escape on her first day. A red alert went throughout the asylum the whole facility going into lock down. She wasn't yet trained in how to operate any of this equipment, she had only been there for half and hour.

Not sure what to do she pressed a few buttons but they only fanned the flames with the ventilation or adjusted the restraints, not that was much use now. The rest of the soldiers right outside of the door, there guns already aimed at door ready to fire if the door were to open. " Not today buddy, not on my watch." She shouted before slamming her whole fist straight into the wiring of the control panel and taking control of the circuit herself hoping that the door was strong enough to keep him concealed.

Due to Olivia’s tinkering with the controls, the cell in which Chuckles was in cased began to lower towards the acid. He felt the movement and instantly knew what was happening, as, although he had never seen more than a few feet outside of his cell, he had looked through the eyes of the previous Para-Trooper before he burnt him alive, and so knew that below him lied a corrosive liquid that would dissolve the cell, and eventually himself. He did nothing even though he under stood this however; he simply stood in the centre of his cell, awaiting the inventible. Even as the acid began to dissolve his flesh, and his body slowly bled away from him, Chuckles never stopped staring directly up into the cameras in his cell, a demented smile still fixed onto his clown mask. Within moments, there was nothing left of him, or his cell.

Olivia heard shouts of confusion from outside of the control room, confused at why there was no struggle from Chuckles. A small shockwave was emitted from one of her palms and the control panel was reformed to its once intact state and she ran up to the observation room, there were a crowd of officers around the glass and screens managing to push her way through her jaw dropped, his confinment cell, along with Chuckles himself had comoletely gone , corroded in acid. Replaying on of the tapes she watched him being submerged slowly into the acid, his smile still fixed his whole stare sending her blood running cold. Not sure what to do.

Being led into the warden's office was had to fill out paperwork, death certificates and such.

( sorry its short i got confused wth myself and well... yeah :L )

Just as Olivia left, and all the guards began to feel that it was safe to relax, the acidic pool began to bubble. This was usually perfectly normal, the acid in the pool created gas which would often break the surface with the occasional bubble. But this was different. It wasn’t bubbling it was boiling. Steam began to rise from the acid, which, if left unchecked, would have become poisonous but the ventilation system made the gas a simply nuisance, not affecting anyone above an occasional guard who would cough slightly. Many guards did not notice this at first, however what follows grabbed everyone’s attention.

Suddenly, the acid shot up in a huge column, which bizarrely shot a ball of fire onto the walkway directly in front of the guards. Out of this ball of fire, came Chuckles, exactly the same as he was in the cell, although he was now carrying a pair of other fireballs in his hands, which swiftly became a pair of chainsaws, with a flame decal. The guards, scared out of their wits, opened fire on the flaming clown, only to realise that bullets did nothing. The bullets flew straight through Chuckles, leaving a tiny, quickly healing hole and some ash on the floor. Revving his chainsaws menacingly, Chuckles stepped forward, laughing hysterically. His deep voice echoing off of the steel walls was enough to drive some one insane. He then began to spin, his chainsaws creating sparks as they scratched on the metal walls. The guards attempt to run, but Chuckles caught up with them quickly, and all of them met their bloody demise as Chuckle’s chainsaws threw their flesh, blood, and guts all over the walls. Once they had all fallen, Chuckles stopped, and slowly made his way towards a near by security station. On his way he slammed his boot down on one of the few survivors of his initial attack, and laughed once more as he watched the poor man’s brain forced from his skull, only to fly from his cranium and smack against a wall.

Once inside the security station Chuckles messed around with a console that controlled the audio announcement systems as well as the video broadcast system. Once he had started both of these up, Chuckles could be seen on every view screen and heard in every room of the asylum. He stared directly into the camera and began to speak, his voice booming around the building.
‘Chuckles is free now, and he’s going to have some fun! Prepare for the inevitable. Pray to your gods, call your relatives. Hell, call the police if you want! The asylum is under lock down so no one is getting in or out. This is now my personal slaughter house!’ He then began to laugh again, revving his chainsaws as he did. ‘I’m going to slice and burn each and every one of you, personally. But you new girl, you’re going to get it worse than anyone who has ever died by my hand. Hopefully you put up more of a fight than your predecessor. Get ready folks! I’m a coming!’ He then smashed the camera trained on him and shut down the audio announcement system, and all of the view screens re-set themselves. Once this was done, Chuckles left the security station and began making his way through the asylum.

Olivia and the warden were close to completing the the paperwork when the infamous voice echoed through the office , the hallways and what seemed to be the whole asylum, there gaze switched from the surveillance screen to each other's increasingly pale faces. When Olivia heard her personal touch read out she tore through the paper cursing under her breath. Picking up the walkie talkie from her belt and shouted down it " I don't care what you just heard ! Keep calm we are working on the lock-down to open up the doors, those in the more secure areas you are fine you can not get out but no one can get in anyone else you need to find anywhere until we sent signals that the doors are opened." Putting it back on the belt she saw the Warden running out of the door down to the main doors, watching him try to open the now completely sealed doors she began to walk back further into the asylum, the lock-down lasts for five hours but if she could get to the central security system there was a hope she could bypass the lock and open up the doors.

Tying her sleek back hair off her face and removing the revolver off her shoulder guard Olivia began to push pas the mass of screaming patients and staff; seems when your threatened to being burnt and shredded alive , no amount of calming words were going to do.

Trying to stick to secluded areas Olivia began prying open doors with her telekinesis looking for the CST whilst avoiding Chuckles, for now.

Chuckles wandered aimlessly throughout the asylum, slaying and burning everything that stood in his way, and most of the things that didn’t. Most who saw him attempted to run, however being shaken and mad at the same time does not make for good running ability. Most fell to the floor, only to be cut open by Chuckle’s chainsaws, the others who ran burned alive and fell to the ground in cinders.

His wanderings took him to behind a door; on the other side he could hear movement and with swift cortex scan he knew that it was the girl he was looking for. He stood silently behind the door, and began to speak in her mind.
‘Better hurry up doll, I’m almost there. When I find you I’m going to rip you apart with my bare hands, and then burn whats left of your body!’ He faked anger at the end of his sentence for better effect.

Oliva kept tearing through doors, the corridoors already smeeling of blood even though she hadnt seen a single body yet; she was thankful of that. She came up to a double door, the sign above the door stated she was going into the main recreational area for those in the assylum. Her hand hovered above the handles when she must have jumped out of her skin and back again.e was telepathic At first Olivia looked around her to find Chuckles but she remembered that he was telepathic his voice chilled her, but it was even more of a reason to find him.

Wrapping her hands around the handles she ripped the doors open to see Chuckles stood no more than two meters away from her. Panic must have overcame Olivia was she sent a wave of strong currents through Chuckles, as soon as she knew it affected him she began to run for her life as fast as she could down the corridoor and ripped a door at the end into the dorms of the asylum's inhibitants. Taking a sharp left she caugt her first glimpse of the carnage knowing she wasnt going to die in this hell hole she just ran through the bodies trying her best not to slip on the blood drenched tiles. Only knowing that the CST was on the third floor she was aimlessly running, trying to find set of stairs.

Chuckles flew backwards, his head slamming off of the cold tiled wall. This stopped him for just enough time to allow Olivia to pass by him. As she ran he lashed out with his chainsaws, only barely missing her legs. This did not anger Chuckles; rather it made him smile behind his mask. He slowly got to his feet, once again revving his chainsaws menacingly. He swiftly made a mental link with Olivia, who was now his prime target.
‘The hunt is on!’ He boomed in her mind before laughing manically and giving chase.

Tripping over dead bodies and the sound of revving chainsaws sent Olivia's heart into overdrive, her mind went cloudy and didnt really know where she was going anymore, she was looking for signs but the only exit from the dorms were behind her, stil rational enough to remember apassage that the warden told her of were take her to the medical area, taking another sharp left she found a staircase up to the admin floor. Having no tome for security codes she ripped the door off its hinges and flew up the stairs leaving bloody prints acrross the floor. Running accross the floor she could hear wimpers of people hiding in various places but she had no time for that now she was the one he wanted right now and she wasnt going to let him get her. Taking out her revolver as she ran, Olivia blew the lock off a security door and ran it, though upon entering she loudly cursed it wa a god damned storage room. Slaming the door shut , Olivia jammed it with a filing cabinet she saw a ventilation hatch, it was a little snug but it ws going to hav to do for now jumping up onto a broken desk she punched open the tin wire and scrambled in just in time to hear the reving the o f the chain saws.

Holding her beath Olivia lay on her stomach and ever so slightly dragged her self along the dusty metal shaft with her elbws praying she was quiet enough. If she could get a few rooms away from Chuckles she would be fine but if she couldnt, well she isnt the fastest of runners for long.

Chuckles burst into the storage room where Olivia once was. He sniffed through his mask; he could tell she had been here. It didn’t take him long to realise that she had gone through the ventilation shafts, it took him even less time to figure out that there was no way in hell he would fit in there himself. Chuckles decided it was time for some stealth tactics. He switched off his chainsaws and left the storage room, he ran down the corridor, checking in every room for another entrance to the ventilation, and a possible exit where he could block his prey. Once he had picked a suitable place (one which he was sure, was the only exit out of the ventilation) he began speaking in Olivia’s head, to scare her and drive her towards the exit as quickly as possible, while he did this, he remained hidden. His voice echoed in her head.
‘ I can see you girly. Hahahaha! I’m almost there…3…2…1…BOO!’ His voice reached a frightening volume, but he was nowhere to be seen. ‘Hahahaha! I’m just messing with you girl! But you’d best hurry up, I’m almost there…’

Crawling a little quicker through the shaft she couldnt hear any chainsaws, the silence was more un-nerving than being chased, atleast she knew where he was. so far she had seen no other vents that had any real safe landing deciding to go to the end of the line. As chuckles voice grew louder she jumped and crawlled a little faster desperate to reach the end .Olivia knew that the end came to the edge of the asylum, being built by the port, perhaps she could get out of the window , she would have to bear the drop. Reaching the end of the shaft she saw a drop-down vent Sure he couldnt have gotten this far she dropped down, only to see him once again up-close and personal. Sending a larger shock through him Olivia felt rooted to the ground for once.

The blast knocked chuckles backwards with such force that it threw him not only through the door, but through the door behind that and then through a window, which looked out directly onto the sea. He grasped the edge of the window with one hand, a desperate attempt to stop himself from falling. As he attempted to lift himself up, he realised that this was it for him; he was not strong enough to pick himself up from the window with one tired arm. Instead he settled for getting the last laugh.
‘Hey girly! You look tired, you should go rest. Its been fun doll, we should do it again some time!’ He then let go of the ledge his maniacal laughter still echoing in the asylum, as well as in Olivia’s head. His laughter turned to screams as he hit the water, and was finally killed. A small flame in a huge ocean stood no chance of staying alight.


The End