White Dove Asylum

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COMING SOON!

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When Faced With The Evils Of The World,

Happiness Can Give You The Foundation To Bear It,

Sadness Gives You The Wisdom To Acknowledge It,

AND ANGER GIVES YOU THE STRENGTH TO OPPOSE IT!

-The Green Scorpion. 2018.

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Alex Abaddon calmly sat in his seat at the table in the courtroom next to his designated lawyer Sebastian Georgelius as they quietly awaited The Jury's decision. Alex was a mountain of a man, his broad shoulders and thick arms rippling with muscles straining against the limits of his shirt. His face was rugged and fierce, with a strong jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into your soul. His hair was cropped close to his head, revealing a prominent brow and sharp cheekbones, though he had no doubt it would be shaved off soon. Sebastian wasn't exactly small but he looked like a tiny little twig in comparison to the giant sitting next to him. He looked like he could tear Sebastian in half....along with everyone else in the courtroom. Alex knew very well that he was more than capable of that and he hated it about himself. Whenever he got mad, whenever he saw red, he lost control and would not stop until whatever had pissed him off was smashed into the ground. 

The Bellagamba House Party Incident was one of his worst moments. It was so long ago but he remembered it visibly. Or at least the events that lead up to it. A couple of stupid kids decided to throw a massive party for whatever fucking reason. That wasn't their problem. But after hours and hours of the idiots getting drunk, putting God knows what into their bodies and blaring music all night, Alex's father had gone out to try and ask them to stop. This resulted in the little shits not only attacking him and tasing him and throwing things at him but then going so far as to break into their goddamn home! Alex remembered, visibly, coming downstairs to see the idiots breaking things and stealing their booze, he remembered the coming after him...and then he just lost it. By the time Alex had come out of his haze he was standing in The Bellagamba Household. The house was an utter wreck, everybody was on the floor, the music had stopped and the party was over. Alex's pajamas were torn up but he didn't have a scratch. Alex had found his father recovering on their front porch and he discovered the broken bodies of the intruders littering their house. He'd somehow dodged imprisonment afterword since it was the assholes who started everything but he'd been an outcast at school ever since. Breaking up the biggest party in the history of the town and hospitalizing everyone involved in it would do that to you. 

Regrettably it wasn't even the last time he'd 'Rage Out' like that. Despite his best efforts, despite his attempts at hiding and avoiding everyone, people wouldn't leave him alone, something would go wrong, he'd 'Rage Out' and something would get broken. He couldn't take it anymore. He was scared of himself, he was scared of his rage, and he wanted to be locked away somewhere safe. Somewhere that could hold him. If he got sent to a standard prison or death row, while both would be something he deserved, he was worried that someone would do something that set him off, there would be a bloodbath, and then he'd right back where he started. Whereas an Asylum would keep him sedated on whatever it was they had there which would mean he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone anymore and he could just stay locked away. It was for the best. It waws what he deserved.

Hell, the only arguably good thing he did was kill the Grand Ridge Highschool Shooter and Alex wasn't even proud of that. It's rather hard to argue that dismembering someone is really justice after all. He'd been in the area when he heard about the shooter attacking the school. So he went there, circled around, found a way inside and went inside. He was hoping to put a stop to it, to find the bastard and stop him before it was too late, to put his rage issues to some goddamn good use for once but...he was too late. It was a nightmare in there. He saw what he'd done and he just lost it. He hunted down the shooter and just tore into him like the monster he was.

A Monster. That's what he was. A Monster who shouldn't be out around normal, civilized people, who shouldn't be trusted around them, who should rot in a cell somewhere. Of course, if they should deem it necessary, he'd be more than happy to dance with death. Same end result really. Just taking a different path to get there.

After hours of deliberation, the Jury came back out.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of The Jury, have you reached a verdict? In the case of Alex Abaddon v. The State Of Virzona, how do you find?"

Alex held his breath. No matter what the verdict he'd be locked away for sure this time. Finally, at long last, his nightmares would be over.

"We have, your Honor. We The Jury find The Defendant, Alex Abaddon, Not Guilty By Reason Of Insanity. He is henceforth put in the care of The Maximum Security Mental Facility Of The White Dove Asylum Until Such Time That His Condition Improves."

Chaos ensued around the courtroom as everyone started yelling over each other and pointing fingers but Alex just slowly blew his breath out. It was finally over.