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[center][h2][color=0072bc]Vision Statanov[/color][/h2][/center]
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[i]Awake?[/i]

No

[i]Asleep?[/i]

No

[i]Help![/i]

Not coming

[i]They'll all die![/i]

I know

[i]Let me go![/i]

When your purpose has been completed

[i]But the fires-![/i]

Hush

[i]But-[/i]

[b]ENOUGH[/b]

[i]...[/i]

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	Vision Statanov startled awake in a cold sweat, gasping for air. He struggled against the sheets until they fell to the floor in a pile. He fought against his restraints for a moment before remembering where he was. His right wrist was chained to the wall, reminding him that he was a prisoner in this hell that people called Enthon Asylum. The young man let out a whimper, sounding more like a little boy than a man. What had gotten him sent here? His ability to see the future, which was now backfiring heavily. He had known he would be sent here, but when it happened he hadn't yet known [i]who[/i] would be stuck taking care of him and his eratic behavior. 

	That is to say, Vision's behavior wasn't [i]that[/i] bad. Sure, he sometimes fainted at the most random times due to not being able to control his abilities. Sure, he woke up screaming sometimes. Sure, he had issues. But he wasn't a bad person. He may have been one of the few at Enthon who were classified as legally unstable, but he wasn't [b]bad.[/b] 

	He looked around, pulling himself into a sitting position and pulling the sheet back onto the bed. He hoped his caretaker hadn't seen that. If he had- well, Vision was a bit less than a dead man. He shuddered at the thought.