I help him up and we both laugh like crazy, well we are crazy but that's besides the point. Shortly after we hear the wail of sirens. This could be disastrous. The sirens draw closer and closer to the house.

Suddenly, the sirens stop. It's dead silent. Until-

*Loud knocking*

"This is the police, OPEN UP!" A man yells loudly.

"Sean, Luis flank the building. Make sure that they can't escape."

I feel Eyeless grab my hand tightly, he's terrified. We stand there silent, careful to not make a sound.

"I said OPEN UP!" the voice yells once more. His voice echoes through the whole house. Eyeless flinched, I did too. I slowly back out of view from the front door. We know were surrounded, were insane, but not dumb enough to try and make a run for it.

"There's nothing we can do but turn ourselves in, were surrounded." I whisper, let go of his hand and open the door. The officer backs away in fear, after seeing me.

"We got 'm boys." The officer yells. While handcuffing me, I don't resist, for E.J's safety. If they take me he can run. They don't know he's in there.

"Well take him, then come back and sweep the house." One of the 3 officers say. The one restraining me nods and trows me in the vehicle. The slam and lock the door and get in their vehicles.

While we're pulling out off the road, I see, out of the corner of my eyes Jack run into the back woods. They don't bring me to jail, but keep driving.

An: some of this takes place in England. That's needed for the next part of the story.

A crackling voice comes over the radio.

"He needs to be analyzed, bring him to see Dr. Lathouse. Over." The woman on the other line says.  

He keeps driving towards a psychiatric place. The doors open and I'm yanked out by force and shoved to the entrance, not the main entrance, some hidden back one. I'm pushed into a room with some sort of therapist. The door is locked and I'm flooded with questions regarding my actions, looks, and we'll murderous tendencies.

The door is unlocked and Dr. Lathouse gives my "diagnosis" to the officers.

"He's quite the psychopath, clinically insane, I recommend a high security institution. He's a dangerous man."

"We'll talk to the head of police and decide where to put him." One of the officers say. I'm hauled off to the county jail and locked up until the find me a phyc ward.

They make phone call, restrain me again and throw me into the back of a van. "Where we taking him?" An officer asked another.

"Broadmoor, highest security. He needs to be locked up."