Sexy Back

St. Angel's Home For the Criminally Insane
Current Age: 15
Russia

Nik giggled maniacly at the therapist sitting across the small table from him. It was supposed to be recess time, but the doctors had insisted that rather than him playing with the others, he should see old smells-like-piss. He didn't like her. She smelled like piss.

"What do you see?" She asked, holding up the familiar random ink blots of the Rorshack Test.

"You." He said, giggling. "With an Elephant trampling you." He nodded. "Circus Elephants can do that on only two feet, you know."

The therapist gave him an unimpressed look, but paled slightly nonetheless. Nik saw that as a victory.

"Can I go play now?" He asked, gesturing to the playground fenced off by very high, extremely electric monstrosity of a fence.

The therapist nodded and he was off, running for the swings.

That's where Zab always was.

Zabava had snuck out to recess to avoid yet another therapy session. All she did was fall asleep in a house that she didn't own, and that made her a psycho. Well there was a dead family scattered around her, and she was covered in their blood, but she claimed they weren't there when she nodded off.

It didn't matter anyway. She was sat on a swing waiting for Nik to come. He always came, without fail, so when he was late it made her worry. Luckily for her she saw him running towards her, and she waved like a maniac. "NIKKI!" she shouted, grinning widely.

Nik slid to a stop in front of her, a grin sliding across his face. "Tonight's the night Zab." He greeted with a grin, his bright blue eyes scanning around them for the guards. They were all off pulling one inmate off another at the moment, so he was safe to place a quick kiss on Zabava's lips. "We're going to get to see the circus."