Chapter Five: The Break (Escape Of The Devil
Asylum Perimeter, Nightfall – Day 1, Week 243
Codename: Move Four .
Night Fall...
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The air was thick, still. It was too quiet for a place like this.
Lia stood in the center of her room, her back straight, heart cold. Her fingers moved with silent certainty, looping the wire tight around her wrist, tucking the screw into the seam of her sleeve like it belonged there. Every motion was muscle memory now. This wasn't just escape, it was resurrection.
She glanced at the corner camera.
The red light blinked once.
Then died.
She whispered, "Checkmate."And moved.
The vent cover came off with a soft groan loosened days ago, inch by inch, so no one would notice. She slid through like a snake shedding skin. Behind her, the room looked untouched. Sterile. Innocent.
Just like they thought she was.
In the vent, darkness swallowed her whole. She didn't flinch. Crawling came easy now she'd practiced in silence for months, counting bolts, learning when the pipes hissed and when they didn't.
Voices echoed below nurses arguing over shifts, a guard flirting with someone who'd never love him back.
She smirked.
They had no idea the devil was already moving.
Lia dropped into the janitor's closet, landing like breath on glass light, careful and deadly. She peeled off her gown and revealed her true uniform beneath: black, stolen scrubs stitched with makeshift pockets, gear hidden in every seam. A shard of mirror. A fire-starting strip. Three mini smoke packets made from old tea bags and crushed pills.
She was armed with scraps.
And rage.
The hallway door clicked open with a card she'd lifted from Grace's trembling coat pocket weeks ago. Poor woman. All it took was one whispered story about a fake transfer to another ward, and she handed Lia everything without realizing it.
The halls were quiet.
But she wasn't alone.
She heard the footsteps before she saw them heavy boots, male. She pressed into the shadows, her body flush against the wall. He passed by, yawning. She slipped behind him like a shadow with teeth and pressed the shard to his throat.
"Shhh," she whispered. "I'm not here to kill you."
He froze.
"But I will," she added. "If you scream."
He didn't.
Smart man.
She cuffed him with his own belt, gagged him with a ripped sleeve, and shoved him in the supply closet. One problem down.
A thousand to go.
She sprinted past the east hallway and ducked into the morgue where the blind spot was. She breathed there. For just a second.
Then the alarm started blaring.
It was not hers.
Someone else had triggered it. A fight in the dining hall maybe, or a patient flipped out. It didn't matter.
What mattered was: the chaos was her curtain. A opportunity so she took it.
And she ran.
Through the security doors, up the emergency stairs, out through the top floor laundry chute. Slid down, fast, skin scraping, metal burning but it didn't stop her. Pain was nothing now. Pain was air.
She hit the ground and rolled.
Grass.
Wet.
Real.
Freedom.
Be fore she could celebrate, the sirens were growing louder.
She didn't stop.
She disappeared into the trees, her clothes torn, blood on her arm, the wind slashing at her face like knives.
But she still didn't stop.
Not until the asylum was nothing more than a shadow behind her.
Not until the silence became hers again.
Not until the world ahead whispered.
"Welcome back, Lia."
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The next chapter would talk about Lia Druleo, her plans and what she feels was right to her , her believes and what she wants
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