The Voices

Running away

I have been walking for many hours and I am still not tired. Maybe it is something those people with the coats has done to me. I don’t know. It’s beautiful really. This thing, I’m told by the voices is called “night” and there are little lights in the sky.
“Those are called stars deary” says Anger sarcastically   
“I didn’t ask Anger…why I would care about the technicalities is beyond you” I reply
“Well I thought it would be worth correcting you on the subject…I obviously thought wrong.”
I look at the horizon and see the skyline…lights mean that there are people and places to eat and sleep.
“And to freak people out with our powers.” Insanity puts in
“Really Insanity? Am I not freakish enough as it is? I mean I tore a freaking door off its hinges. What could be more freakish than that?”
That’s when they hit me with the memory. I’m standing in the middle of a room with a person strapped to a chair…I see the dress again is on me. The person is screaming. I don’t understand. I feel a flash of anger against the person. I close my eyes and imagine the scene I want him to see. I see it. The death of all that he loves. I smirk to myself as he screams for mercy. I make the killer him. He’s covered in blood. I smile as I hand off the ax for the final death. I wake up to the sound of the thud of an ax. I look up and see him. He killed himself because of me. What am I?
When I finally come to, I’m kneeling in the middle of the road I was walking in. I look up and see a pair of head lights. Crap! I need to get out of sight. They might be from the asylum. I turn and take off into the trees and out of sight of the truck.
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A/N i know that this is a short chapter but it's more or less just a filler chapter until i can write more