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[LORENZO OLLIE SHAW]

IM A MESS AND I CAN'T HELP IT

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”She was a squirming fish caught in my ropes, bleeding from the wholes where the hook set in. Gagged and nude she looked brilliant as the light hit her body. Soaked in sweat as she screamed again because I plunged the knife into her back for the fourth time. Her blood looked so magnificent I just had to lick and drink it all down. The blood trickled down my throat, the sweetness burning down like the perfect alcohol. She was perfect, but these little licks were not enough, I needed to take the life from her, and eat her heart so I would be as perfect as she was. So I did, I pulled back her hair, and said goodbye before slitting her throat. There was so much blood, I loved it.” He told the court licking his lips throughout the entire story, the brunette loved that night, it gave him power, and no one would be able to hurt him for hurting her. He was criminally insane, he didn’t have control over what he did –well that’s what the doctors said- it was only in certain moments when he went too far and ate someone. The room was brown, the walls tope, the benches a dark wood, he hated this colour and it almost caused him to hurt someone right there in the courtroom. But instead he didn’t, he just sat back down and waited for the sentence “Lorenzo-Oliver Shaw you will spend the rest of your life at Aldridge Resort immediately. “

When Lorenzo came back to reality with a harsh start, he appeared to be in the grounds in the garden section. He could only guess what time it was––two, three in the morning? He must have slept walked out of his room and out to the snow covered gardens. He momentarily considered going back to his room, but realized the smith residence was all locked up and he would get in more trouble for going back in than not being in his room. The garden area was particularly gorgeous at night for some reason. Maybe it was the light from the main building that gave everything a surreal glow. The heavy blanket of silence suddenly intimidated Ollie, his pulse beginning to skip a few thuds. He looked down, seeing the white garden clawing at his shins. "Hello..?" Ollie called out shakily; he hoped that he wasn’t going to get in trouble for being out so late by a nurse who just checked out his bed. He wanted to be alone for the first time in his life, he wanted to be alone in the dark, howling at the clouded over moon. He wanted to be away from this place.

The silence was deafening. Where the hell were the crickets? Birds? Probably gone south for the winter, the crickets all dead under the snow. Ollie removed his feet –they were bare- from the snow and walked on the salt covered walkway. Still, the silence went on and slowly he could feel himself starting to panic. He might have been still dreaming everything seemed too surreal for this to be Aldridge, but the little murderer knew that he was still in the land of the living, the smell was that of rotten flesh, dying human flesh. Feeling the morning draw nearer Ollie decided to find his favourite tree and crawl under it, the shade would protect him, and the morning smells would remind him of times before losing his mind.

He fell asleep in the night, clouds overhead blocking stars, and morning sun, the time is blurred but it’s sometime in the afternoon

Sleeping in was a habit Ollie had developed while living at the asylum; he had no activities until after the sun set so he slept the day away. Today he didn’t wait until the sun set though. He was wrapped up in a blanket of thick snow under the same tree. The chilly weather didn’t bother the cold blooded boy, he was content sleeping outside, but the light from the sun through the clouds stung Ollie’s eyes. He wanted to growl but bit his lips instead. There were nurses all over the place and he didn’t want to get caught, too bad they were looking for him. Too bad.

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[ANGELICA CELIA SHAW]

Like the hands of your bastard father

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Angelica hummed a random tune as she walked towards the grounds, escorted by a young male nurse. Her eyes were surrounded by a thick line of eyeliner and black mascara, making her green eyes, stand out. Her makeup wasn't as alluring excessive as she would like, but she was not going to get in trouble for wearing what "they" considered too much makeup. After all, it had only been her third day at Aldridge. Angelica slowed her walking speed, to be directly next to the nurse and smiled her million dollar smile. "Hey, I'm Angelica. Whats your name?" The nurse, smiled but refused to talk. Angelica, as much as she hated admitting it to herself, knew it would be better that way. Although, she hated to admit it she knew she wasn't normal, "right in the head". After all, how many murderers do you know that are "completely there"? This, however, didn't mean she was going to stop trying to get into the nurses pants. As soon as he brought her outside, she grabbed his wrist, tight but not tight enough for him to make a scene. "Why don't you take me to the basement? No one would be able to hear us fucking, there." She said seductively, one hand holding his wrist, the other touching his chest. He smiled awkwardly and worried, almost as if he wanted to but released himself from her grip and walked to another nurse. This infuriated Angelica. She did not take rejection lightly and if she was alone with him and had the chance, she'd probably kill him. Sex and intimacy was were her crutch and violence was her second, or sometimes first way to handle things that irritated her. Locked up in this 'so-called resort', she couldn't do anything, so she simply walked away, grinding her purely white teeth.

Angelica scanned the grounds of Aldridge and sighed. Not many patients were out, but there were plenty of nurses, which seemed to be looking for someone. 'Prison doesn't sound that bad, right now. At least I'd meet some new people and run it and be able to kill.' She thought, while leaning against the wall. In all honesty, she was glad she wasn't in some juvenile facility or prison. Despite being able to handle herself in a fight, defend herself, and manipulate other people to do her bidding, the small, petite girl could easily be taken down by someone she was intimidated by. Although she isn't intimidated by anyone, the idea of a group of big, scary looking women beating her up, actually frightened her. It wasn't something she'd ever admit though. Angelica sighed, walked towards the garden, after noticing a large tree. The tree brought a quickly flashback, which caused her to clench her eyes shut in pain, while holding her head. "Fuck." She said quietly, trying not to cause a scene. Hopefully the medication she had started taken for her Dissociative Identity Disorder would keep her from changing into one of her alters.

Angelica's flashback felt like forever, even though it only lasted for a minute or so. It was windy outside, the family's tree branches, planted in their front yard, swaying back and fourth. She looked boy. He was small, around ten or so, and for some reason she approached him.She tapped him on the shoulder once, frowning after he ignored her. She then repeatedly tapped him until the boy turned, growling. Angelica was oblivious to the growling and smiled, successfully getting his attention. "I love you," She said, in a child's voice and turned, before the boy bite into her shoulder. Now, knocked out of her trance, tears began to fall. Angelica grabbed her scarred shoulder, covered by the samll black dress she wore. Although she was relieved that she didn't change into an alter, she was frightened. 'Who was he?' She thought, even though she knew the answer. Her brother. The brother she can't remember, the brother her parents hid from her. Before she could say anything, she noticed she was under the large tree she had noticed before the flashback. Although she didn't like that fact that she would still move during a flashback it was better then causing a scene, by standing in the middle of a crowd, crying and clenching her head. Suddenly, Angelica noticed a boy under the tree. She quickly wiped her teary eyes and slightly smeared mascara and put regained her composure. Then, she had a sudden realization. Was he hiding? After all, there were many nurses out , looking like they were searching for someone. She slowly and quietly sat down next to him, not caring if she surprised him and spoke. "You hiding from someone?" She smiled, imagining the fun she would have with the boy. "I'm Angelica by the way."

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like the hips of your late ex lover
I'm broken, bruised, and forced on you

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[LORENZO OLLIE SHAW]

IM A MESS AND I CAN'T HELP IT

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Like a rabbit hiding from a family of starved bears the small boy laid in the snow, covering his eyes from the sunshine that was trying desperately to win the battle against the clouds. It wasn’t like Oliver to be so afraid of the women and males in uniforms, but the darkness of the constant residence in isolation was terrifying to him now. All around there were nurses, making it impossible for him to escape and return to the smith residence without being caught in the process. He just wanted to be left alone; it wasn’t like he was going to go anywhere so he didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. Just when he was thinking up a plan to escape the grip of administration a female’s voice spoke to him. Without looking up at the girl who had appeared out of thin air –she appeared out of thin air because he wasn’t paying any attention to anyone in the grounds but the people in uniforms – he casually told her “ You are going to tell me if anyone watched you come over here, the answer I want is a yes or a no, a yes would mean you are going to hide with me, and with a no your neck is going to be slit. I don’t need a silly girl to get me in any more trouble than I'm already in.” The words were so casual that it seemed like if it had been his best friend he was talking to, there would have been no difference. Soon after that Ollie shifted his eyes away from vision of angry looking nurses and looked next to him for the source of the comment to him. His brown eyes locked onto the girl that had sat down next to him. She was cute, with brown hair that caught the wind like his mother’s the deviant boy started to conjure up ideas already of what he would do to her later if she was still alive by that point.

After envisioning her sprawled out on a table nude with slashes deep in the stomach the high risk boy laughed softly, watching out for any nurses that might hear, there were none around so he decided that perhaps he could talk with her. Normally he addressed himself as Oliver Shaw in first introductions but on this afternoon he failed to mention the last name, he wasn’t even sure why but after hearing her name he just said “And I’m Ollie, I'm hiding from the fools in pink. I slept out here last night, and now it looks like they are pissed off. I’m guessing that your nurse is in the pack looking for me and you snuck away? ” that was the conclusion that he deducted, her nurse would probably remember her and then they would have two missing patients in the grounds, maybe dead, and maybe not. Oliver pushed his hair out of his eyes and they caught a glimmer of sunshine making them dilate and turn them a slight yellow hue. It hurt, excruciating pain coursed through his head and he cursed that he had forgotten him glasses in his room. The boy covered his eyes with his hands as they started to tear. “Fuck’n sun.” he cursed under his breath. There needed to be some way out of this predicament. But he wasn’t aware of anything. “So, Angelica why did you come over here, if it wasn’t only to provoke problems for yourself? I'm not in the most understanding and forgiving mood, and I hope that you understand that perhaps coming over here to my tree wasn’t the best idea”

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[ANGELICA CELIA SHAW]

Like the hands of your bastard father

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I'm cold, rough, thick, and tough.
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As Angelica stood, well, scrunched down next to the boy she studied him. His appearance, body, his features in general. She was sure she shocked him, by the expression on his face, but honestly didn't think about it. All in all, she found him very pretty, "boy pretty", but something stopped her from thinking her usual dirty thoughts, when he spoke. 'Fuck.' she thought. Her flashbacks, as they usually do, entrapped her mind but let her body continue doing whatever it was doing prior to the flashback. If a nurse or whoever, were to see her walk over to the tree, she would have no idea. The boy's treat, however, made her chuckle, a little. She couldn't blame him for talking to her that way. It was her first week at Aldridge and no one yet knew how important she was. She would, however, let the know as soon as she found some ground in this hell hole. Just in case, however, just so she would end up showing the boy what it meant to get their neck slit, she lied. "Yes. I'm sure someone watched me." She said in a "matter-of-fact" tone. She quickly contemplated killing the boy, seeing as no one in her high school would've gotten away with talking to her that way, without some form of punishment. Her thoughts however, deteriorated when the boy looked at her. As she looked into his dark eyes, she felt something familiar about him. she wasn't sure what it was, but it caused her to suddenly look away, hoping he didn't notice she was staring, through her dark tinted sunglasses.

Angelica's mind then went somewhere else, as it usually did. Daydreaming was a bad habit, although not as severe as her others. As she shivered, a product of both the snow and her attention grabbing small dress, she tried to picture a place that would keep her warm. Her mind darted from her families trip to the beach on summer after finishing eighth grade to cuddling with her fuck buddy after their homecoming dance. Her mind, however, went to the night that caused her to end up in Aldridge. There was an alley, her loyal best friend, Brinee, and blood. Lots of blood. As she thought about it, it honestly wasn't her fault. Brinee had stabbed her in the back by dating a boy who rejected Angelica, and she needed to be taught a lesson. The drunkard who caught Angelica committing the horrendous act needed to be taught a lesson to. She was fifteen and he was around his forties, so him having sex with her was clearly wrong. Angelica was innocent and couldn't do any wrong, or so she thought. When she heard the boy speak again, she snapped out of her day dreaming and looked at him. "Bad boy." She said, smiling coquettishly. "How could you sleep in this weather? It's terribly cold... And you could have escaped by now. You should plan things out better next time. Oh, and yes, my nurse is in the pack, that's the cause of you." As she finished speaking, in a cold, sarcastic tone, she wondered what the boy would do if she would've patted his head, at the end of her sentence. Nothing good, she thought. She then saw and heard his displeasure of the son and shrugged. There wasn't anything she could do and even if she did, she wasn't the nicest person in the "resort". However, with a small sigh, she handed him her sunglasses. "Here. Just don't break them." She took her dark, Chanel sunglasses off, with slight irritation but was trying her best to be polite. She had no idea why but if it meant it could keep the boy from being irritated as well, she'd help. After Ollie spoke once more, she grew tired of his seemingly "dominant" personality. There was only room for one dominant person in Aldridge and under any circumstance, she would have that be her. "If you must know, I was in a daze, flashback, whatever you call it and I for one, am getting very annoyed. You may come off as scary to these nurses and lower patients but not to me. You obviously don't know who I am so I'm going to let you off with a warning but you better watch who you're talking to." Angelica spit the words out, as cold and as harsh as she could, without drawing attention to herself from the nurses. Despite her petite figure and feminine appearance, she is not one to be taken lightly.

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like the hips of your late ex lover
I'm broken, bruised, and forced on you

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tags: Ollie
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Lyrics: Instant Glitter-Sleepyhead
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[LORENZO OLLIE SHAW]

IM A MESS AND I CAN'T HELP IT

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An image of blood filled the demented mind of Oliver. If he had been permitted to carry around a switchblade the image of brunette hair soaked in crimson surely would have come true. He watched her for a moment, pale faced and beautiful behind her shades, the moment was longer than he expected until she suddenly looked away. Obviously she had no knowledge of who he was and of his crimes so; so the high risk patient quickly round his snake-like hand to her throat and there it stayed pressing on it and increasing the pressure ever so slowly. He would have done that, but something inside made him stop and look down at the ground while she was probably off drifting in her mind. Through this time however Oliver was interrupted by his other self Lorenzo. ‘And you aren’t going kill her? She bores me, mocks me… us. You should do it, if you don’t she will think that we are weak and she can get away with anything she wants. Oliver, please.’ the doppelganger cried inside the youth’s brain. As if being a cannibal and thinking that you were a wolf wasn’t harm enough, the boy of course would be schizophrenic, and this Lorenzo was the product of it. Much more difficult to deal with, the other had the same malicious ideas as Oliver, yet he was much more intense. ‘No I am not going to kill her –yet. That would bring even more Hell down around us. Can’t you see that we are in enough of a mess as it is, and we don’t need bodies piling up around us when everyone is so eager to find us? Lorenzo be quiet, I need to think, and you are doing nothing but bothering me.’ Ollie replied to the dangerous phantom that cursed his thoughts. It was suddenly quiet in his mind.

When she answered his question Ollie looked up at her in shock. Bad Boy? No one had called him that in a long time, now everyone just shouted murderer, criminal, and vigilante; it was calming hearing a name that was not so violent… even though it was in a particularly sarcastic tone that shot down Oliver’s spine like a warm lightning bolt. “I am immune to the cold. So what is cold to you feels like a fucking tropical paradise.” The boy replied his tone growing with anger. He knew that there were more and more nurses coming as the day progressed and that did nothing to help his aggravated mood. “thanks he said when she offered her sunglasses to him. He regretted having to take anything from the strange girl but the sun was going to weaken him, and ultimately kill him if he stayed out in it too long. No it wouldn’t be like a vampire… he wouldn’t burst into flames, he would just develop hives on the inside of his oesophagus and those would swell until Oliver couldn’t breathe anymore. The relief from his eyes no longer burning in the light made him sigh as she began to speak, and those words that she spoke made Oliver smile.

The dark haired boy looked at her again. No one talked to him unless they were challenging him in the gang for position, her tone however filled him with delight and he lowered the channel glasses to speak. ” I don’t come off as scary to you? You probably think that I'm just some lunatic that got lost in the snow and now is in a shit load of trouble, well listen missy I don’t need a warning from you. I have killed more sluts than you can even imagine, and if you don’t watch it you are going to be next. “ the happy expression that filled his face lied against his tone. The words were like daggers trying to find a way to kill her. He then got really close to her face, brown eyes lighting up like fire, and his imagination came true, he held her throat tightly as he spat into her face, “I am Lorenzo Oliver Shaw, and you obviously don’t know who you are talking to, so I'm not going to kill you here and now, but I can’t speak for later.” He then let go of her and looked back at the pack of wild nurses and their dogs scouring the grounds for them. He heard someone shout out her name in fear, the expression that phased them was only fear.



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