Ch.12 It's Not Abandoned

Our minds are truly an amazing part of us. Our minds can process information faster than any super computer. We can see in such an array of color that not even the best artist can match the depth of color. One of the greatest abilities of our mind is our speech. We have the ability to speak and understand speech and some of us can speak multiple languages. And with this knowledge, we can be taught to read. Our minds can recognize words so quickly that even if a few letters are missing here and there, our minds can replace the letters and we can understand the what we are reading.

It Travis was correct, the half crumbled, half faded sign he was reading said, "Wilton Read's Institution for the Criminally Unstable."

The hospital was abandoned, or so it seemed to Travis. He felt threatened by the tall three story building with it's blackened exterior layered with years of neglected vines and it's crumbling stone walls.

Travis shuddered.

Adadora had carried him for miles before throwing him down here in front of an iron gate which silently guarded an abandoned mental institution. Something inside Travis snapped.

"What have I done to deserve this? Why are we here? Before a few days ago, I lived a nice comfortable quiet life! Now you are tying me to chairs! I'm being thrown out of windows! I'm being carried for miles and dumped in front of the gates to this...this...hell! Who do you think..."

Travis had exploded into a barrage of questions but Adadora silenced him with a flick of her wrist and a hand clapped firmly across his mouth. She dropped her voice to an urgent whisper.

"You will remain quiet. All questions will be answered...in time. For now, you need to follow me. You need to trust me. Your life depends on that."

Somewhere in the distance thunder rumbled and she pulled from nowhere Quinn's silver pocket watch and placed it into his now outstretched hand.

Travis wasn't done asking questions. He didn't trust Adadora completely. He didn't want to follow her into this hell. But for now, it was in his best to interest to do as she asked. So he settled for grumbling bitterly to himself as he followed her through the iron gate and into a dark, threatening mental hospital.

But out of the darkness came a voice. A new voice. A strange voice. The voice was only a whisper, his breath was warm and it tickled Travis' ear.

"Don't trust her."

Travis turned, but not quickly enough. The voice had vanished. For now....