Hide and seek: My psychopathic muse

I've never been a fan of mornings, but I hate sleep all the same.

The nightmares... some of them memories.

But my everyday life was simple.

I'm up by 4 am, take a cold shower- it helps deal with the hallucinations, eat whatever i find suitable at the moment, and go for classes. Any subject you can think of all I have been trained to know is how to use it to kill. 

Chemistry? Bomb making.

Biology? What different poisons do to the body

Math? How much of a substance to kill a specific weight of people in one go. 

Nothing we learn with anything but killing. It's what we were made for...

What I was bred for.

After my mother died Mikado decided he would try breeding the perfect army himself and in that way the entirety of Project NEXT GEN would be of his own flesh and blood. Not that he really cares much about his own flesh and blood anyway.

 Unfortunately for him that plan didn't work out so well, not all women were as resilient as my mother and they always found some form or means to kill the baby before it was born, often killing themselves along with it. After about a dozen women, he gave up on that idea.

 He realized that not everyone's body could take the complete DNA altering properties of the black dahlia, or any of the dahlias for that matter. He tried weaker Hana but most of the women ended up dying during childbirth. 

*Hana- Japanese for flower, An asylum slang for the Gene altering substances since they are all named after flowers.

 Stress was too much, The change in their DNA was too drastic, especially in an already developed body -'prolly why we're mainly kids at the asylum.

The child could have also had major mutations inside the womb, causing them to tear through their mothers from the inside out it causing uncontrollable bleeding,

Failed after failed, after failed experiments, Mikado was working harder than I'd ever seen him work. Then he decided that it would lighten the load if he brought someone related to mom, but she was an orphan with no biological siblings. I had no knowledge of any of her extended family, but from his research on her background, I had an aunt. But she was adopted, and was already married. No kids. 

Her med reports showed a few issues that may be the cause, but he had no time to dig into it. With that, he deemed her a barren and he says, as i quote "doesn't want to waste his precious life force on her." Outside that any other possible family members will be too old to fulfill the purpose, So he abandoned the idea all together and decided to make me his trump card instead. They brought in bionic implants to boost my already record breaking strength, speed and agility. I objected to it, with the excuse that it will make me too reliant on suppressants. Luckily he reasoned I was right and didn't force it, but I knew he'd find another way to keep tabs on me. You see all implants have a unique tracking installed into your body, the suppressants are only there to prevent your body from rejecting the material by suppressing the hormones and functions that do so.

And besides I can't afford to be trackable if I'm going to bust out of the slammer soon Now can i?

"You could if you want..." My undead copy cooed. "After all, it would be so pretty to paint after we kill anyone who attacks. Splashes of blood and guts falling all over the-"

"Quiet you idiot!"

I figured a tracking chip was installed in my neck when I started going out on missions.

Errands to erase rivals, rouge allies, Gangs threatening to expose the Asylum's deeds to the public, stuff live that.

Now I tried ripping it out, but I guess they already knew I would do that cause I realized a little while later that it was placed dangerously close to my spine- A roman told me. It would need careful surgery to take out, anything stupid might render me paralyzed. 

So I sought a different mission. If I'm going to get out of here I would need a map of this place. 

The asylum's layout was deliberately made impossible to get, maps of each level were kept in Mikado's Office on the top floor, in the database system that runs the programs of the asylum. The pass code? Mikado's exact DNA in the form of his blood sample. The problem is that it has to be his DNA to the last detail, which means i don't have access at all, i also discovered that because it's a digital map, it keeps track of everything in the asylum as they happen.

 The code bands on our wrist are our ticket to run the system that controls our food, water and access to the training grounds, but with the cameras and romans hanging everywhere it's still a form of tracking.

Aside from those who are deemed fit enough to go on missions there are no conventional trackers, imputed into their bodies. Mikado says it's a waste of resources so only the code bands can vaguely pick up where they've been.

 Those of us who go out on these missions are prepped with the tracking tag surgically implanted into the upper back of the neck, as close to the spine as possible without touching or damaging it, making everyone think twice before trying to rip it out and make a run for it. 

 Concerning the maps and layout of the asylum and its emergency exits, I eventually found a way out in the library, in the history section. I found some older editions of the asylum's yearbooks. It was perfect, like it was just waiting for me. You see the yearbook of the asylum contains all mutants in order of age from youngest to oldest, their skill set, code and the name they are usually called outside of numeral code. It also contains bits and pieces of information about the asylum and the government organization that runs it. Things like old photos of older models of the Walled city, photos of Mikado and whatever old greedy person that just sold his soul to Mikado for a few million dollars, but the useful information about it is mainly the news blog section, it's written by Alexis, a girl with water nymph abilities, trained for undersea combat. Because the dahlia and its adaptations do not have properties that support water combat, you could say that the Elodea and its adaptations are the dahlia's underwater equivalent, making her one of the strongest in that category. 

 Alexis writes anything and everything, giving account of any serious news and information she deems worthy, so if you're one of those who trend for something embarrassing, you can be sure it will trend for the entire year until the next edition is out. I was sure I'd find useful bits and pieces of the asylum's history here. 

I know that I have already read and seen the yearbooks of 31st edition down to last year's 37th edition, and since I already noted the useful information, I opted to find every book before the 31st, but I couldn't find the last one on the shelf. 

Book 30 was missing.

I later found it beneath a sliding floor board, it was sealed well so I'm sure no one would have noticed, but a book fell on that area and I realized it was hollow. The 3ot edition book looked like any other, except it was stained with blood, it's first couple pages writing a note that read,

"It's the last one".