"I have to admit my son here!! Please, take him! He tried to kill himself!!" The woman cried to the receptionist.
"Okay calm down mam, we'll take your son. He will be welcome here. Where is he...?" She pointed shaking, to the
direction behind her. There sat a boy, a small seemingly fragile boy whose face was hidden by his drooping and
thick black hair. He stared at the ground, kicking his feet up and down every so often. The receptionist walked up
to the boy and knelt down to him. "Son, whats your name?" He continued to kick at the ground, not listening to
anything but the emptiness of his own mind. He had better things to think about then his stupid pretend family.
"Please look up to me dear." He looked up, as his extremly dark eyes met with the receptionist. His face screamed
seemingly at her, almost begging her to die. This desperation filled the woman in an extreme rush. She let out a gasp
then backed up a little. "You're boy... whats wrong with his eyes...!?" His mother began to scream at them, "JUST
TAKE HIM JUST TAKE HIM!!!" The receptionist immedeatly grabbed the boy and gave him off to the guards. "put him
securely i-in a room..." The guards looked confused, but went ahead anyway. As the receptionist turned to look and
question the mother on the boy, the mother dissappeared.

"How very strange Ms. November." The manager James Woodthall admitted. "So we are now stuck with a young boy, with no
comfirmed age or name, considering he will not speak any word to us. She submitted him here because of suicide?"
November nodded. "His eyes are also... haunting... they terrify me and have led a few nurses into fits staring into
them for too long. Perhaps he can speak to them with his mind and they could not handle it?" "propsterious November!"
Woodthall laughed. "Do you really believe in such nonsense!?" "But sir, the human brain is what he study here! Whats NOT
to say he's speaking with us telepathicly!?" Woodthall scratched his head in a small bit of aggitation. "Look, November.
You are a bright and brilliant woman. Dont waste it on such ridicules ideas. Instead I suggest focusing on your school?
Perhaps you should go out into the asylum yard and clear your head." She nods then walks out of the room quietly.

The yard was comfortably quiet, and the occasional walk by of some of the more healthy minded patients walked about the
area. November sat on the nearest bench to the backyard doors. The general area spread for many yards, until it was held
inside by that of tall fences. Enclosing those inside it like a blanket. She would stare upon the yards, and the trees
and flowers. She smiled lightly, then noticed a small figure stood next to her. SHe turned to look and saw the boy again.
She stared at him, while he looked off into the distance she was once looking too. He stood there, his body looking so small.
She asked him cautiously, "How old are you?" He looked over to her, as she shivered a little at his eyes. He held up ten
fingers, closed both hands, then opened up two more fingers. "Twelve..." She said, staring. "But... you look so small.
I thought you were eight..." The boy turned to look into the distance once again. His face, it constanly remained cold.
Never a shred of emotion on his face. Was he dramatized? Why is he so... strange...? He then held his hands together,
gripping them tightly. It almost seemed as if he was praying. "Are you religious?" He shook his head no. He was concentrating
on something. What was it!? Why is this boy so different!? She asked herself. He let go of his hands and let them drop to his
sides. He looked back over to her and said with a quiet yet shaky voice, as if hed rarely ever spoke, "My name is Liek." Then
walked off with no other words uttered.

Her study of Liek was interesting to her. She found so many stange things. But she always felt she had to avoid eye contact.
SHe still felt the strange sense of fear from the first time they watched eachother. But his creativity was extremly vivid.
Too vivid for one true human to handle. He was able to remember every detail of everything he ever saw, even if the object
was only in view for a mere second. He was also able, when they finally let him have crayons in his room, he could draw up
the most amazing pictures upon the paper and walls, so beautiful and amazing they looked like photographs. This boy, he
was a genious, he could remember and copy whatever he saw or heard in such a way it stunned the people of the asylum. It
wasnt rare for a person to request looking into his room. But through and through, his face stayed dull and cold. He
would just nod yes or shake no to the questions of the spectators. November wondered so much about him.

"He must be a little mentally retarded or something Mr. Woodthall. Maybe his mom faked up the suicide in an attempt to
get away. He may not speak often, but I dont think that child tried at all to commit suicide!" "Now now, November. Its true
the abilities of Liek are magnificent, but he also has some of the traits of a psychopath. We have been giving him
medicine to treat it, and luckily because he has not reached puberty yet, its working. I hope you know what a psychopath
is Ms. November." She nods. "Could you tell me the defenition?" " The defenition of a psychopath is an abnormality in the
brain in which the person lives without a conscience. They have no love or care for any person, even those who raised them.
They find themselves as doing absolutly nothign wrong, be it murder, rape, ect.
This abnormality begins at birth and can be treated with medication as lnog as its caught before puberty. After puberty
there is nothing that can be done to treat them. Symtoms of Psychopathic Personality are generally extreme anti social
behavior, though not everyone with that symtom is a psychopath. Usually if you find strangled animals that means a psychopathic
child is near, and must be found imedeatly to be treated with medication for all its life." "Very good, you msut be doing well
in school." She smiles and nods. "I'm getting As." "Pure Genious November. Now back to Liek. He only speaks to you, no one
else has seen him talk in person. We have caught most of your conversations on tape, with your permission of course."
"But I feel its an extreme invasion of his privacy!! If he ever found out..." SHe looks down. "Nevermind. I'm going to
go speak to him."

She entered his room, as once again he was coloring in more detail on another part of his mural. Few spectators watched. It
would even seem the media with thier cameras had this place stocked. The camera women knelt down near the young Liek, and
asked, "So my son, how is it you create these amazing works of art with crayon? Your wide audience would love to know!"
November glared in anger. "It would seem Mr. Woodthall invited you people in? Well you have to leave! This is a place
for healing! And you might just upset the patients. Leave or security will come and make you!! They glared at her,
then turned and finished up thier shot. "Well these young genious will sure make the rest of us proud. Coming from Greenville
Mental Health Clinic, this is live from GFF channel 8 news." They left glaring knives at November. She ignored well, and walked over
to Liek. "Did you say anything to them?" "I dont trust them Amber." He replied, not looking to her. He dropped the half inch
remainder of the crayon he used, then turned to look at her. "I need more crayons. I want to go outside." November smiled and
pet his head. "I'm sorry, now that the media has come in, it might be best for you to stay in here. Some strange fanatics
might place themselves out side the Clinic, considering that live preformance those... people just gave." "They will not let
me leave here. I have done nothing Amber. My mom lied. I didnt try to commit suicide. It was the other way around."
November leaned in, and kissed Liek gently on the forehead. "I know, but some people fear what you can do."

As midnight came, November walked angrily into Mr. Woodthall's office. He looked over as she forcefully and angrily opened the door.
"Ah, November. Youre not a part of the night shift. I was just packing up, perhaps we could go out and chat with some early
breakfest?" "Why did you let those newscasters in here!?" Woodthall glared. "What is this? You couldnt have come in earlier to
talk about this!? I'm tired, and it seems the only thing you want to do with me is yell." "Do you have ANY IDEA what doing that
caused!? Many patients began to have panic attacks from the attention!! And you never once considered any of thier feelings!
You only wanted to show off the child prodajy!!" "attention would mean more people coming to submit more patients here. Dont
you get it!?" "NO I DONT!! And no ones going to submit any patents here! This place is practicly gonna be considered a side
show attraction!! And now Liek is the star of it all! He doesnt like people Woodthall!! And now he's going to be surrounded by
them!!" Woodthall stood up. "All for good show, Dear. Besides, I'm going to be sending him to the hospitle in Chicago. Theres
supposed to be a good one with good treatment there too." November froze. "What!? Why didnt you tell me!? When is he going to
go!!??" "Tommarow at twelve." November stared in shock. "How... how could you not tell me!!?? He's MY PATIENT!! And he doesnt need
anymore help! He's doing just fine! He's just quiet and artistic! Thats no grounds for being sent to another hospitle!" "Well
I no longer want to take care of his so called masterpieces. And we have gotten a government loan to send him off as well if
we pleased too. You cannot get so attatched to your patients! After finally graduating school I let you stay with him, but
you must let him go." "He's only thirteen! I'm the only source of love in his life! Please, I cant let him be sent away! Please,
let me take him home. Hes fine now, theres no proof of any disturbance in his head anymore! Its all been proved false! He's
not even psychopathic!" Woodthall glared. "GET OUT OF MY OFFICE MS NOVEMBER!" "GLADY!!! I'll stop you! No matter what!" She
rushed out, slamming the door behind her. Tears fell down her face. Liek was now so close to her, he opened up to her. She
loved him like a son. And now this is happening. How could he get away with keeping Liek here!? Theres no proof of anything
anymore! She rushed to her car and drove off.

The next morning, she parked close to the front doors. The sun hasnt even rose, and she only got two hours of sleep last night.
She checked her watch, it was five, on the dot. She rushed in, many of the night shift workers began to pack up and leave
until the next night they had to work. She thought she could get Liek out. She knew it would mean running away, but she loved
him, and wanted him to get out of that nightmarish place.She rushed for Lieks room and opened it. He was not there! "Liek...
no!!" She ran for Woodthalls office, and slammed the doors open. Horrified, she fell back and gasped.

Mr. Woodthall, sat at his desk, blood trickling down from his corpse. He was dead. Mr. Woodthall was dead.

November backed up, gaging from the horrifying site. She turned and threw up in the trashcan, crying her eyes out like a
small depraved child begging for attention. She stood up, and stumbled out the door. "Ms. November? Are you okay!?" One
of the nightshift workers asked. November walked past without an answer. She opened the doors and looked around. And there
Liek sat, covered in the blood of her manager, drawing up once again another mural.

"L-liek... what have you d-done...!?" She trembled, walking closer to him. "He said he was going to take me away from you. I
didnt want that... to be alone." He took the various writing utensiles he found around the building and continued to draw out
the picture on the wall. November looked up to it. At first, on one side, there stood a beautiful tree. But as she slowly paned
across the work, it began to twist into something frightful and nighmarish. It was colored with red, and black. Red... RED!
She stared in pure fear. It was blood! The picture was drawn in blood!! She screamed and fell back crying. She sobbed and
sobbed as Liek stood up to look at her. "Amber. We can leave now. You came to save me...? Right? I was painting my dream. It
was terrifying. I couldnt understand what it all ment but I decided to show it to you. Maybe you could help me with it. I want
to know if it means anything." She still sat sobbing. He stared at her, his dark red eyes almost seemed to seep into her skin,
making it scream needles with fear. "Cry? Why do you cry? Mr. Woodthall deserved it. I didnt like those newscasters... and
he wanted to seperate us. I didnt want to leave you Amber." He reached out to her with his bloody hand, and she quickly slapped
it away screaming. She kept her vision away from him. What was to do now!!?? Its too late...

"Liek I found you."

The two turn around to see a man there, about the age of twenty five. He had a light brown leather jacket on, and held a book
in one hand, with the strange name of Omnivorus Medaphorical Gastrophy. He had on small glasses the size of two monicals, and
dirty blone hair.

"...Who are you." Liek asked.

"Why, I'm your big brother Rufurd! But I'd much rather you call me Ren. I saw you on the news yesterday, and felt it was vital
to come and see you. You're work is amazing I dare say. And at such a young age, you're very good at duplicating an image with
such childish ways like crayons. But I understand you're artistic potential. You have kept yourself to crayons and the confides
of your room long enough, dont you think? You felt you should experiment and try new things, like using the bloody insides of a
hated man. But she does not like what you have done. After all, all you where ever doing was increasing your abilities and
trying new things, and increasing your range of artistic talent. is that right?" Liek stared, then looked to November.

"Amber, you came to take me away. Please take me away. I dont want to talk to this man anymore." November stared, terrified
of both people. what Liek had done, and this new strange man... she didnt think, as a voice entered her mind and compelled
her to yell out, "NO! NEVER EVER!! YOU'RE A SICK MONSTER LIEK!! DISSAPPEAR!! DISSAPEAR FOREVER!!!!" Lieks eyes wided at her
voice, which echoed throughout the area. People began to look outside the windows, waking from slumber and walking as if in
a trance to the strangeness occuring outside. November covered her mouth. Why did she say that!? She wanted to help him, but
was terrified. It would have been better staying silent, if it wasnt for the fact her body seemed to move without her
approval. Then she knew. She looked up at Ren, as his face shown an amazingly twisted smile. Somehow he forced her to say
things she would never say. She tried once again to talk, but heard Rens voice.

"Now now," It said, "It wouldnt be very polite to interupt now would it?"

Her body stopped moving, even her breath came to a hault. He was controlling her!! What were these people!? Where did they
come from!? As she remembered seeing Lieks dark eyes, glowing only from the red in them, she began to consider demons. They
behaved so much like the ones in the story books. But Liek cared for her, didnt he? In the strange sickening mind of his,
she knew he wanted out of this place, no matter what he would need to do. He face began to turn red, as she stood frozen still.
Her throat begged for air, but it would not come. Liek turned to look away from her, saying nothing. Ren smiled and stared
at him. "Young brother, would you like to come and stay with me? You can learn everything you missed out on in your true
family. We do care about you, and we are the only ones who understand you. Living amungst these humans must have made you
uncomfortable. Now come with me, I have much to show you." Liek turned to look at November, who looked terrified in his eyes.
But his emotions stayed dull, and nodded to Ren's offer. Ren picked Liek up, then ran and jumped high above the fence that
held them there. Now November sat there, and her body was released, but her lungs where not. Her vision went black, and in
that darkness she saw Ren walk up to her. "I'm afraid you wont be seeing Liek anymore, dear girl." He stroked her hair as he
leaned close into her. "I hope this will teach you to try and chance the fate of a Leftway child. But I suppose being dead
is the only way one shall learn. But thank you for finding him for me. I've been looking everywhere for one such as him.
Cheers to you, and a sweet farewell present, Ms. November." He smiled and leaned in for a kiss, and at that moment her body
twitched and fell to the ground, lifeless. His soul backed away from hers, and laughed histerically. Then, as his soul parted
from hers and returned to his own body, he smiled in a sense of accomplishment. Liek was now his to control.