Modern Day Bonnie & Clyde(VC & AliceBloodClaw)

Somewhere in Texas, A young man in His Mid-Twenties, Drives an old '99 Ford Ranger, full of tools, a ladder and several things, He was a repairman, for a local business that worked on various buildings and things, "Residential & Business, If It's Broken Call Us!". But, unlike his boss he wasn't very happy with his job. he was forced to leave high school and take care of his ill mother, Who, even on her deathbed hated his guts. Her last words were. "You Were A Mistake.", Not exactly words of wisdom from a dying woman, Nevertheless. He went to work everyday, and, at least he could say he can fend for himself somewhat anyway.


He, is recently divorced from his wife of 3 years. and because she takes almost half of his paycheck he has been reduced to living in the shop he works out of, "Three Hots & A Cot" is his motto, he may not be happy but he is thankful for what he has. Now, as he drives a long twisting road that leads to a Mental institution. "Weston Hills, Mental Health Center".

Might as well have read, "Crazy House", He remembers hearing stories of the nuts who passed through here a few famous names such as, "Charlie Manson". and "Ted Bundy" to name a few. but, he never gave it a second thought, he drove up to the gate as thunder sounded on the horizon, followed by lightening, He began reaching for his wallet, searching the pockets of the beaten up leather billfold, the seams coming undone, as he opened it. quickly finding the small square of paper that had the gate code on it.

"124889"

He said to himself as he punched it in, soon the gate squeaked open as it slid along the rails, The gate clanged some as it came to halt allowing the young man to enter, He found a spot near the gate and entrance of the building, parking his truck he climbed out, walking to the bed pulling otu a tool belt and grabbing a small step ladder. he walked to the door and walked inside, the inside was a bright white even at 11:00, at night, he sighed as he walked to the small window that had a steel screen on it, an older white woman behind it saw him and spoke up.

Woman - "Hello, Mr.Barrow's welcome back."

He sighed.

"i have been coming here how long? Just call me Clyde."

He smiled and signed in, as the woman took the clipboard. He walked down a long hallway and began doing checks of everything in the building, as the hours went on he heard loud screams from down the hall, a young female. he could tell from the pitch. He thought nothing of it until he walked farther down the halls, hearing a door shut suddenly as two men left from in front of the door.

Man #1 - "Crazy witch, tried to bite me...."

As they walked off talking Clyde slowly walked down the hall, still hearing the screams. he walked forward reaching the room at the end of the hall. He looked in to see a young woman, He smiled some and sighed shaking his head feeling for her, there was nothing he could do for her though as much as he wanted to help her, so he quietly went back to his work.

They were here, it was that time of day again. She didn't have a watch or a clock but she knew. She always knew when it was time a tingling would start in her fingertips. Licking her lips the young woman scrambled back into the corner of her padded cell. Her arms were restrained as they had been for the past week or so, ever since she had clawed one of the male nurses. The door creaked open and every muscle in her body tensed as two hulking male nurses came into the room. “It's time little Bonnie, open up” the tiny paper cup looked so insignificant but inside were the pills they used to control her.

It had been how long now since she was sent here? Four? Five? Days just sort of blended together, and without visitors she had no way of truly knowing what the date was. Even night and day became indistinguishable. Bright white lights were kept going night and day and ever since she had been moved into the padded cell with no windows she couldn't keep track. Only one thing helped her to know it was a different day, the time of day she dreaded most.

Her father had sent her here what felt like forever ago. Bonnie couldn't make friends, she preferred to seclude herself in her room versus be around others. Throughout her high school career she was bullied for her awkward, anti-social behavior, which only succeeded in making her worse. Her father was heavy handed in his treatment of her. Only her mother treated her with anything resembling love, and after she died her father snapped. His beatings grew worse and ever more frequent. Bonnie took refuge in her own mind, constructing a world where she could go when things got too bad.

When she turned seventeen her father finally just had her taken away, she came home from school to find men in their living room. She was dragged screaming from the house, she hadn't seen her father since then. If there was a hell on earth it had to be this place. From day one she was kept on mood stabilizers anything to keep her mellow and complacent. At first they trusted her to take her own medicine, but when they found her hidden stash under her mattress they started forcing it down her throat. She was checked out once a week by a staff doctor, once a week since she was seventeen she and multiple other female patients were used by this doctor. Who was going to believe a crazy woman?

There wasn't much she could do to fend off the men as they held her down and wrenched her mouth open, she tried to kick but they were to strong for her. So she resorted to the only thing she could possibly do, scream, scream and try to block out the terrible things that were happening. “Shut the fuck up geez!” The nurse grunted and stood zipping up his pants. “Why do all the hot chicks have to be bat shit nuts”

“Who knows.. fuck” the other male nurse jumped back as Bonnie snapped her teeth at him. “Damn witch” the man struck out at her connecting hard with her cheek. “See you tomorrow Bonnie”

Susan- “The poor dear has always had it pretty hard here” the drugs worked fast, Bonnie was laying practically unmoving in a corner. The older lady had always had a soft spot for the young woman, kneeling beside her she rubbed her back lightly. It went beyond her soft heart to think that any of the men who worked to help these people would ever actually harm them or use them in such a way, so despite all evidence to the contrary she was in denial.

Lifting her head she eyed Susan her eyes unfocused and groggy “Mrsss Sussan” she slurred trying to sit up and failing, wrapping an arm around her waist the older woman aided her helping her sit up. The straight jacket kept her from using her arms but until she could 'control herself' she was to be kept in it.

Susan- “Careful sweetpea take it easy”

Bonnie looked to the open door and just beyond it caught a glimpse of a young man, she had seen him before, he was the repairman. Her brow furrowed as she stared at the open door, she knew she should at least try to get out but she couldn't remember the reason why only that it was supposed to be important.

Susan- “Here honey drink this okay and get some rest” the older lady coaxed, compliant the young woman opened her mouth and drank the water that was offered her. Nodding Susan helped the young woman lay back and covered her with a blanket she left. “She will be okay dear, she just needs some sleep those drugs always make her sleepy” she smiled at the repairman as she walked past heading to her station.

Before her head dropped back. His eyes met her's. And in an instant they had a connection. What kind of.man would hurt a poor young girl like her. Especially someone who looks like she had been through so.much.

"Either way, Ms.Susan, she has already been through so.much. why use her?"



He asked her. But, she simply walked off refuse to acknowledge the.situation. Clyde looked in.on her again. In his mind he had only felt this once before, a part of him lost all feeling. His face became blank without emotion. He began down the hall searching for the two men. As he walked all he could hear was Bonnie's scream echo in his.mind his anger grew as he found the two. Victimizing another poor girl. Just after he met with them.

"He fella....kind of a sweet setup y'all got here. Drugging the.girls and taking advantage...listen I'm recently divorced. How can I get in on this?"

He asked hoping to catch.them off guard.

A girl writhed on the floor pinned down by one of the men as the other hovered a top her grinning lewdly. Turning his head he stared at Clyde just realizing he was there in the first place. It wasn't entirely clear if the girl knew what was happening to her or not, she was grunting grabbing at the tufts of hair she had left and tugging. It was a sad sight really, but these were the people no one would believe was telling the truth, its what made them such good targets.

The man looked startled but considering the question he relaxed a bit, the crazies he could deny but a sane witness would make things just a little difficult. Smirking he waved Clyde in, he was recently divorced himself, he understood.

Man #1- “The girls are easy, the drugs keep them pretty tame so not much work needed. Some of them even like it I think” he looked down at the dark haired woman held down by his co-worker, her eyes unfocused she didn't even seem to notice he was there. This one was truly insane, one of the more severe cases here in fact.

Man #1- “Care to give her a ride?”

Clyde, looked for a second, and sighed. he turned to them and spoke.

"You know, I have one in mind. but, this one will do."

He smiled at them and took off his belt wrapping it around his fist, He knew what his intentions were. he wasn't planning on hurting the girl, he was going to protect her, and get some revenge for Ms.Bonnie, he kneeled down. Reaching down he pulled the girls pants down, for a crazy woman she was rather attractive if you can look past the pure insanity. Clyde, reached up and pulled her panties down, he lower body now exposed.

Man #2 - "Go for it man, from what Matt here tells me she is a tight one!"

He, said jokingly makeing Clydes rage build even more. One thing he could never stand was men who used women like this, he was a man of few principals, He knew this was wrong, and all he could think of was bonnie seeing her drugged body laying there in her own tears. how in bad a shape she must be, then all of a sudden he stood up.

Matt - "Dude, what are you waiting fo--"

With one strike he clocked Matt in the jaw the buckle of the belt breaking his nose, the first man grabbed Clyde, forcing him against the wall, Clyde ina struggle began pounding his back as hard as he could the hook of the belt coming loose the piece of steel found its way into the mans back causing him to colappse, as he did Clyde only had a few seconds to recover as he did Matt, rushed him Clyde ducked low and caught him with the belt around his neck Clyde pulled tight, the emotionless look on his face as he choked him out, he sighed breathing heavy as the men lay dead, with a sick smile on his face he reached down and grabbed the keys.

"Now, to get Bonnie out of here....."

Clyde locked the door behind him, and ran to her cell, quickly he unlocked it and say her laying there sleeping some what peacefully, he gently shook her.

"Bonnie....Darlin' wake up"