Week 4: Asylum & Artifice vs. The Law & Breathless (ASYLUM & ARTIFICE WIN BY NOSHOW)

[asylum]

Season 6

Verses are due SATURDAY 3/26 11:59 PST

Voting ends MONDAY 3/28 11:59 PST

RULE
Pick a story lead from the thread and include the number of the story lead along with your verse.

VERSES MAY NOT EXCEED 64 Lines

Voting on four battles is required. If you win and don't vote the requirement you will receive a loss instead. If you lose and don't vote the requirement, you will receive a one-week suspension. Please post links to your four votes in the voting thread.

Story Leads: http://www.netcees.org/showthread.ph...811#post574811

Good luck to our participants. @asylum & @Artifice vs. @The Law & @breathless

[asylum]

Asylum & Artifice
8.He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To his horror, he saw…

I'm standing in a long hallway with walls covered in soot,
pictures hang glazed with a grey haze, there's trouble afoot,
memories burn and blister me as I remember them all,
eventually i stand in awe at the entrance at the end of the hall,
doorframes glow with flames equal to the end of the candle,
the hinges r singed. Feel the heat emanate from their handles.
Open the door n walk forward... last thing I remember,
is seeing sadness scripted in the floorboards, burning ashes and embers.
I woke up to smoke choking me to death in my sleep,
it covered the world and creeped across the floor, I’m at peace.
I hover over the room as a man in a yellow rubber suit grabs and shakes me,
my pupils open like saucers as he madly berates me. Gladly, I’m waiting..
In the hospital room by the side of my bed, my families shaking.
Madly awaiting the passively patient doc on his round to a massive list of patients,
he’s standing adjacent, “Ma’am, I’m sorry to tell you your husband has passed,
as he was read his last rites he asked me to tell you.. ”I love you,” in fact.”
then she suddenly gasped... the tragedy made her mind snap in half
in a terrible case of timing she started finding that she had to laugh
a family distraught, now caught with a situation so awkward
so a friend gets her purse n sweater, then takes her out and walks her
they travel medicine's maze for an exit, crave a breath of fresh air
but after every corner turned all they can declare is that Death's there
little did they know they were headed right for the psych ward
soon as it's in sight the lights whisper to the widow 'come thru this nice door'
In the doorframe where the light poured, a slight form smiles warmly,
the evil in his eyes spelled out in the patterns of lines forming.
"I'd like to formally welcome you to Canyon View,"'
a wave of his hand produced two men in high fashion suits,
while theirs held lashes used to fasten patients in padded rooms,
she screamed with passion to free her, pleaded and begged for mercy,
"I need a phone please! It's an emergency," she yelled with urgency,
fervently writhing and bleeding where the straps bit into her flesh,
as they gagged her with a rubber ball she realized she was heading to her death.
becoming scared n' spechless once demons see her marriage's secret
sweet on the surface but perfect seeds of satan lay buried beneath it
her graphic past flashes before her, the horror she barely believes it
forced to relive running that orphanage full of horrid and terrible treatment
now all she hears are the piercing screams, such murderous sounds
building up to the couple's evil scheme to see it burn to the ground
the first of a thousand sins found within his and her relationship
satan holds a special place in hell and i can tell they've both urned a place in it