[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center]Location: Justice Asylum [/center]

He felt the adrenaline in his blood rush as he watched the girl run towards him. He was sure his stance was accurate for battling psychotics of such nature. He was ready to fight, he was sure if he could come out on top of this so-called killer, he'd have more of an opportunity for her to open up. That was the way his family did things, the weak and defeated were always more likely to give up information than the strong and victorious. 

However, it looked like he had miscalculated. He let out a scream, battling her as she lunged on top of him, the crayon suddenly in his eye socket, blood pouring out of the wound. There was nothing coherent coming out of his mouth as he endured the horror being undertaken upon him. The painw as unbearable, however, he felt his luck pick up as he was still conscious.

The crayon was over his other eye now, he stared at it, his screaming turning into heavy breathing with pained whispers in them. He'd ran out of screams and was now just cursing the pain that spread through his head, the blood on his face, the eye which hung out of his face. As the gun shot rang out and the orderlies and Marc ran in, his arms fell to his side as the attendants rushed to his side.

[color=39b54a]"M-Marc, I'm sorry"[/color] He struggled out of him, the pain making it hard to focus on anything as he let out another grunt of pain. Good god, he felt the end coming in. Where had the knife gone? he had to warn Marc, the knife was still in the room. But where? he couldn't just shout out now, there'd be widespread panic in the asylum.