Marcus was a brilliant child. He was eight but had such an inquisitive mind. But his parents didn’t understand.
They believed he should be out playing instead of building toy cars and cities. They thought their child was shy, introverted so they brought a psychiatrist into his life to find out what went wrong. After numerous meetings with the child the psychiatrist discovered what was “wrong” with Marcus. He had AS or Asperger Syndrome. He told the parents, but the father was enraged when he heard it was a form of autism. He didn’t know much but he when he hears autism, he thought mentally challenged. “You sayin my boys retarted!,” he bellowed at the doctor. “Get your ASS out of here!,” The mother screamed. The psychiatrist scurried out of the home in a huge hurry, not wanting to pick a fight with the parents, and tripped while getting out the door. Marcus just watched from his bedroom, and decided to go back to finishing the toy arhkam asylum.
“Maybe he's telling the truth,” the mother said, now calmed down. “Shut up! I’m trying to think!” said the father, still enraged that a stupid shrink would call his son retarted. “Maybe we should find a place that specializes in dealing with children like Marcus, just to be safe.”, the mother calmly explained. "Hmm," the father thought, "you're always the reasonable one; I’ll have to think about it.” So the day went on like normal, although the parents didn’t talk to him as much. The next day he went to school like usual until recess. His parents by then had decided they were going to send him to an asylum, to see if they couldn’t help him. They pulled up right next to the playground and told him to get in the car. He, ever the respectful child, did as they told him. They raced through the road, eager to get there. It’s not that they didn’t love them, for they loved him greatly. It’s that exact same reason they sent him to the asylum so he could get better, or so they thought. They pulled up on the dock. Marcus, extremely curious but never the kind to question authority, just followed them to the boat. They slowly sailed through the water, all wondering when they would arrive, when they saw the huge dark mass that was Arkham. Marcus finally couldn’t hold his tongue any longer. “Daddy, why are we going to that dark place?”, he questioned hesitantly, not wishing to be yelled at. “It’s a surprise”, the father answered quickly, not wishing to talk to Marcus more then he would have to, “So no questions.” “OK Dad”, Marcus said, wanting to believe his father, but knowing something was off. His mother just sat there solemnly, not wanting to even look at Marcus. They got to the island and approached the huge, dark building. Marcus did as he was told and walked to the entrance when he noticed his parents weren’t there. He turned just in time to see his parents off in the distance. “MOM, DAD, come back!”, he yelled, but knew it was useless. The noise startled a guard who came running towards the entrance. “Follow me.” the guard said. Marcus, not knowing what to do, followed him. The guard led him to a room telling him to enter. “Why?”, Marcus asked. The guard just shoved him in his cell, not caring to answer questions all day. As soon as Marcus tried to leave, the guard activated the electric fence. “You aren’t going anywhere”, the guard assured him. Marcus just sat on the floor for a while, questioning everything, and then he busted out into tears. After a couple of hours he noticed something different. Usually the guards were chatting bout there sad lives, but now there was silence. He looked past the electric fence and noticed there were no guards. Instead a clown in a purple suit was strolling across the hallway. When the clown came to Marcus’s cell, however, he stopped, looked at Marcus, said, “How are you doing you naughty little boy?”, and deactivated the electric gate...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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