fanfic of Unbreakable
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Institute for the Criminally Insane
Elijah Price stared dazedly into the distance. He was allowed one small window, through which to see the outside world, and it was at this that he gazed. It seemed more a mockery than a gift. This is what you can never have…what you forsook…it whispered. Rolling green fields ran from his watching eyes.
He trembled.
Tearing his gaze away from the tantalizing view, he looked instead to his own room. There was nothing but the chair on which he sat. The entire room was cushioned; after all they wouldn’t want me to break prematurely, he thought bitterly. He wasn’t even afforded the treatment of a normal mental case— his arms would snap if placed into the restrictive embrace of a straightjacket—and all because of a birth defect: type I Osteogenesis imperfecta. The bane of his existence.
He twitched.
Memories arose. “Why are you so weak Mr. Glass? Why do you break so easily? Why aren’t you normal like the rest of us?”
“Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa…”
“My name’s not Mr. Glass!” he pleaded “please stop calling me that”
“Mr. Glass, Mr. Glass, Mr. Glass!”
“Ha ha ha haaaa ha”
He moaned.
Questions assaulted him: Why? Why, god why? Why do I exist? Questions which until recently had remained unanswered. Now he knew. There was a reason for his existence after-all. A smile flickered and was gone. He lived to oppose... If he was ultra weak, then logically there must be one who was ultra strong, someone who stood on the opposite side of the spectrum. His exact opposite.
He had to find and kill his nemesis, David Dunn.
He cackled.
He’d spent years and hundreds of innocent lives to find him, and find him he had. Yes, he remembered it all. The hotel corridor that he’d blocked off and burned… The bombing in the town square… The train wreck…the hundreds that had died; all instigated in the hope of finding a sole survivor, someone who had survived, unscathed, against all the odds. That person was David Dunn.
Tears of mirth streamed down his face.
A disembodied metallic voice broke through his reminiscence, “I see you’re having fun, Mr. Price. Care to let us in on the joke?”
“I doubt you’d find it amusing”
“For some reason, so do I. So, how are you feeling today, Mr. Price?”
“Good enough for some face to face interaction”
There was a pause, followed by the sound of a lock turning. Elijah hid a smile and watched as the doctor walked in, unaware of his impending death. The doctor smiled reassuringly at him while taking out his clipboard and pen.
The pen.
Elijah watched with feverish intensity as the doctor clicked and the sharp tip came into sight. He answered the questions absently and waited for the right moment. Half an hour later and Elijah despaired of ever finding the right moment. Then for one brief but fatal moment the doctor looked away, distracted by the shadow of a bird, as it flitted by the window. Elijah seized the moment and lunged, snatching the pen from the surprised medic and ramming it up, through the soft tissue beneath the chin and up into the brain.
Blood trickled down onto his hand, as the doctor twitched and convulsed in his death throes. Taking the white lab coat from the dead man along with a set of keys, he placed it around his own shoulders, turned and let himself out.
An hour later the alarms began to sound.
Well, me thinks I'll have to read 
There's a few things that can be touched and improved to strengthen the story but more on that later. 
