RolePlayGateway™

"I Believe you just did"

Eve smiled small smile at this woman's humor "Do you really care about us? I mean do you actually care for our well being." She asked her eyes shinning. No one had ever cared about her and she wanted to believe this woman cared but she had seen her cousin's actions. Heard the screams of the mutants he operated on. She saw what was left she wasn't comparing this woman to her cousin, because just feeding them she was above her cousin.

Eve waited for the Vittoria to answer her question and either crush her or maybe make her still believe in the human race.

Drip drop…..drip drop….scribble scribble….drip drop…

The echoes of dripping blood ripple through the shadows of an otherwise well lit room. Huddled at his desk a lone man carefully etches the lines of his masterpiece on the perfectly white parchment. Before the silent figure lays the result of many months of painstaking research, behind him the bloody byproduct of that study. His masterpiece lay both as a work of art and of science in the form of nearly two dozen scrolls detailing the practically completed anatomy of a werewolf. In addition it contained descriptions as to the purpose, function, and characteristics of the vast majority of the werewolf’s organ systems. The carcass behind him was merely a vassal for the knowledge he sought.

As the last of his new findings came to rest upon the parchment Julias slowly set down his quill and rose, turning to the still form on the operating table. With a sigh the otherwise silent surgeon set about removing the carcass of his latest patient. It was always a pity when one died beneath his scalpel. Such a waste, all the things that still could have been learned, all the opportunities that died with the creature. Yet just the same death was to be expected for the work of the last couple weeks. Julias had set about exploring some of the most intricate workings of werewolves, a process that often involved him cutting deep within their forms. The beast had died silently, its heart slowly beating to a stop as he’d set about investigating its secondary adrenal glands. It had held out relatively well considering the three and a half hours of work, yet just the same he’d have to get a new specimen.

As the last chunk of hacked flesh fell into the disposal bin and the lab table was washed and scrubbed to a pristine sheen Julias silently set off down the long hallway towards the display pens. He would need a new subject. Whether it would be a strong one, one likely to survive for the longest possible time, or a weaker one, one to toss away like scrap he had yet to decide. While he sought to further his research as quickly as possible he would prefer not to throw away a perfectly good specimen with which to…experiment with later… Coming to the end of the hallway and turning to the open air Julias walked by one of the many guards, his eyes passing him just quick enough to glare, his utter contempt for the lowly minions evident.

Slowly coming to the first of the pens with a slight clack of his perfectly polished boots Julias lightly brushed his hand upon the bars as he passed. Coming to the end of one pen and the beginning of the next his hand flourished lightly, the light brush turning to the tink of metal on metal as a scalpel lightly tapped the metal as he went by. Walking from pen to pen, from beast to beast his eyes watched them almost hungrily, searching out his next task. His mind was often fickle, jumping from his research on the great behemoths of werewolves to vampires, or even humans. One week he would work towards only a singular task, while others he would switch from task to task, patient to patient almost mid-cut. His light smile hidden behind a thin surgical mask Julias’s eyes sought a twitch, a glare, a sign as to his next undertaking.

Brooke shuddered, she heard someone working on another person, she clamped her hands over her ears and began shivering.

No... No... No... Please, God, make it stop! Please... Brooke thought, desperately.

She couldn't bear listening, it sickend her. She wanted to commit suicide, but how could she kill herself?

Please, please, make it stop! I can't take it! Please, make it stop! She mentally wailed. She kept her hands over her ears, trying to block it out.

Hayley's eyes slowly opened, a smell burnt her nose that could only mean one thing. Vampires. Hayley sighed, just her luck, by the strengh of the smile she knew that there had to be one than one of them, and all with a venance for her kind. She opened her eyes to the full and saw they were in a small Cage in the middle of an omious stone room. how did she get her? The last thing Hayley remenbered was being in the village, with the pack and then the man in the white van killing her lover, whilst kipnapping her. Why was it just her they had taken? What made her special? and what were they going to do to her? All these questions ran through Hayleys head but she thought it best not to seek an answer. She stood up and leaned agianist the wall of the cage, wishing that she could shrink into the wall.

Suddenly the door opened and a large number of guards threw a woman, who appeared no older than thirty, into the cage. She was unconcious and her eyes were closed, and she remained where she was thrown, face down on the floor for just a moment. The next she sprang to her feet, launching herself at the door which the guards had only just had time to close.

"I will bathe in your blood you worthless little humans!" she screamed at them, a faint but noticeable German accent to her voice "I will kill you and all your families! You will rue the day you imprisoned Sylvia Banshee!"

Then she stopped suddenly, appearing to go into a drift away, as if into a daydream. She sank to her knees and suddenly, without warning, let out a high-pitched, deafening screech. The guards covered there ears in an attempt to clock out the noise. After only thirty seconds however, she stopped and simply lay down on the floor where she had been kneeling. Her eyes open, slowly blinking, she did not make another sound.

Kevin sat on the floor silently as he heard screams from victims of some surgeon that seemed to be torturing them. He gotten so used to it that he barely even flinched when someone screamed or he heard their bone breaking. He continued his endless stare up at the ceiling not particularly thinking or remembering memories of his previous life since they brought unwanted feelings and those brought hope. What was the point in having hope when every time it's crushed beneath those surgeons feet. He glanced at Brooke when he started speaking to her supposed god and wondered if she knew he wasn't here with her, she was just an unwanted specie and this was his solution to fix the problem he made. He smirked at her and thought she'd probably be one of they few that tried to commit suicide; he leaned his head against the wall rubbing his neck.

They always tested on him with all these medicines and drugs which came in pills, shots, and liquids. He scratched against the wall of the corner he sat in right beside all the lines he placed, each represented a experiment they tested on him. He did this so he'd know what number of experiments could take before his body gave up on him and let him die like the many friends he had here twenty years ago had died. He shook his head giving away to the memories he were having; he looked st the lines so far he was on ninety two. They would've experimented on him everyday but they needed a time frame to see if the experiment worked or succeeded. This was the probable reason he was still alive since they gave him time to recover and strengthen from the experiments.

Caroline sighed and stood up, giving Brooke a soft kick. "You're no fun, honestly," she complained. "At the very least, you ought to try and make conversation. Otherwise, you may just waste away..."

Her head snapped around as Sylvia was thrown in with them, and she smiled in amusement, her heavy eyes glinting. "Bonjour," she said. "Feeling a little grumpy this morning?" Well, that was one waste of a rhetorical question--she was sure everyone felt crappy in this asylum.

Turning back to Brooke, she said, "I don't see why you should be so disillusioned. This place isn't half bad." It was half bad, but she just wanted to throw a sarcastic comment at Brooke--the huddled-up girl was so depressing, it made everyone around her depressed. "I, for one, love everything about it--the filthy smell, the close proximity with my natural enemies, the poor rations, waking up in a tangle of shivering, mutilated bodies...but if you actually wish for death so much, you could just ask someone...like...that guy!" she said, pointing to the surgeon surveying the prisoners, clinking his scalpel against the bars.

"Bonjour, monsieur! How are you this fine day?"

Kevin turned his attention to the female that was speaking to pretty much every person in the room. He smirked as she described this place to be nice and not half bad which f course was a load of shit but no one was complaining. He sighed then turned to the surgeon that was behind the glass and gave him and gave him a glare that'd send shivers down a person's spine. He returned his attention to Caroline wondering if she'd cause living here even worse then it already was. He knew at least she'd be amusing if she acted like this everyday but he doubt he'd befriend her, he'd rather die alone with no more friends.

Vittoria's expression softened as she took in Eve's question (well, it was already softened before, now she was all but melting). "I--" she choked, tears stinging her eyes. "I do, I mean--"

I want to.

"Yes. I think this whole arrangement is horrible. It's not right, but--but--"

She stopped there, not wanting to say anymore. She suddenly felt very alone: the prisoners couldn't seem to understand why she couldn't just leave, but though she wasn't one of them, she was bound like them. It wasn't fair. She hated being resented by the prisoners and abused by the surgeons, and she knew that if she ever did leave, the others would take advantage of her absence and be ten times crueler. What choice did she have but to stay, packed in with sadists and freaks, in total solitude?

The silence was broken when Viktor came into the room, his gloved hands covered in blood. "Vittoria, what do you think you're doing?" he sneered, grabbing her by the neck.

"We were just...talking..."

"I didn't hire you to make conversation with the freaks! Now, let them into the courtyard until people start arriving, and--"

Viktor turned at a sound, watching as a half-dissected prisoner crawled across the hallway. "WHAT? HOW THE DEVIL DID YOU GET OUT OF YOUR CHAINS?!" he shouted, going over to him and dragging him by the hair to some dungeon, leaving Vittoria to deal with the prisoners.

She nodded and walked to the other side of the cage, putting the key into the lock of a door that led to a large courtyard. As she opened the door, she could just barely be heard muttering, please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, to no one in particular.

Hayley looked around and smiled at the girl that was trying to make conversation, she was making this place better than it was, but she didn't care. At least there was some happiness in this place. She slid down the wall and sat down agian, at least they weren't going to kill her anytime soon, were they? She turned round and saw the surgeons in the window, glowering at them scarly. She looked away hastly and continud to stare at the girl speaking, before turning her attention to a boy that was sitting in the floor near here, also staring at the girl, he looked how she felt , sad, lonley and depressed. she supposed that everyone in here felt like that, but seeing it on his face showed that they were all united on one front, they all wanted to get out of here.

Kevin looked at Hayley and stared at her wondering why she was looking at him but instead he kept his eyes on her. He didn't move a inch or speak a word he just stared into her eyes wondering who'll break first. He also saw that she was feeling what he was feeling and his facial expression soften then he pulled his legs up and held them with his arms. He laid his head on his arms and looked at the wall beside him.

Sylvia regained her composure and sprung elegantly to her feet. She looked about the cage at the vampires and werewolves. She listened to Caroline talking for a moment, looking at the surgeon as she mentioned him.

That must be him, she thought. He would pay for what he had done.

Then she realized, to her horror, the surgeon was pointing at her. Guards rushed into the cage, grabbing her despite her struggling. They dragged her out of the cage and shoved a syringe into her neck. Her vision clouded, her legs failed and she slowly drifted away into the depth of unconsciousness.

"Take her to operating room 4..." was the last thing she heard before the darkness enveloped her completely.

Drip drop…drip drop…drip drop… The dripping of blood.....

His eyes lightly dancing from specimen to specimen Julias watched the caged beasts. That was all that they were after all; beasts, beings not worthy of civilization, great of body, yet weak of mind. To Julias they were merely the primal mutation of humanity, an abomination, yet an interesting one at that. It had been with these creatures that he had continued his life’s work. Humans were plain, ordinary, just a level above the other animals of the world. These…monsters…were something else. They did not follow the rules of man, of nature, of god, yet there was a twisted logic beneath their hide just the same.

Snapping from his silent musings Julias surveyed the many subjects at his disposal. One, a light haired vampire young in years sat sobbing in one cell. Weak, thought Julias, a slight sneer of disdain crossing his hidden lips. To be caught, imprisoned, and bound from your freedom should incite anger, hatred, and rage, not despair. These emotions would keep her alive, be it in the main holdings or on his table. He would try to incite those feelings if he had a chance, yet for the time being he held little interest in the task, no, Julias’s fickle mind sought other things.

With a slam the door to the rear of the display area slammed open, followed by the familiar footsteps of guards and the rustle of a limp form being dragged to the cages. With a slight turn of his head the eager surgeon watched as a new figure was tossed into the pens. Another vampire by the looks of it… As the pen door clanged shut the wilted figure sprung to its feet, slamming against the barred door and letting forth curses and threats of an unholy sort. Quite a bit of spirit in that one, mused Julias. Seeming to lose all strength the women sank to her feet, only to rise again and unleash an earsplitting howl. Flinching ever so slightly Julias watched the figure, the wrath and anger it held as its very soul screamed. Goosebumps trailing down the length of his form Julias gazed upon the creature almost hungrily. There was potential there…

"Bonjour, monsieur! How are you this fine day?"

Blinking in surprise Julias’s eyes shot towards the source of the query. Yet another vampire…yet this one stood out from the rest. Its form held not anger, nor despair, but hope, or feigned hope at the least. Ignoring her question Julias slowly continued his observation of the many subjects. One glared at him as he went by, another cowered at his approach. So many unique traits and characteristics; So many possibilities...

Turning the silent form walked to end of the long cages, his boots lightly clicking on the cold stone. Stopping beside the cowed form of a guard, fresh from a berating by one of the head surgeons, Julias watched the dozens of vampires, werewolves, and mutants trod off to the primary holding area, generously called a courtyard. His gaze not leaving the many potential patients before him Julias spoke to the girl, Victoria or something, in a low voice.

“You speak to these creatures, you watch them, and you observe them. What do you know of them? Their traits, their quirks, their pasts, tell me everything.”

Vittoria blinked as Julias came up to her. "Creatures?" she repeated. "I hardly think of them as that. They're people. I know of them like I know of any other people."

She sighed, looking from patient to patient. "They're all unique people. That one, Nemesis, is particularly special. She often talks to herself and is being medicated for a number of conditions...the vampire over there is consumed with sadness. Kevin probably won't give you much trouble, Sylvia, as you've probably seen, will, and be careful with Caroline, she may try to seduce you from the operating table. I hear she slept with Sade."

As she gave him the petty details, she contemplated that, sadly, she could never hope to understand all of them. Even when she imagined being locked up like them, predicting her own thoughts and reactions, they didn't line up exactly with what anyone here did. People were so interesting...

Not monsters, not creatures. People.

Brooke shook her head, it might've been one of the few signs of life in her, she sat up, hands still on ears, she slowly took one hand off and ran it down her arm, it's bones looked fragile, like twigs. Easily broken. She looked like she'd always been very slim. Pixie-like. Though now she was simply just skin and bones, due to the fact that she hadn't eaten anything in quite some time, she was truly planning on starving to death, this also was her plan to make them all think that she was no use for experiments, though she also knew it would fail at some point.

She shook her head again, in disagreement, her eyes said that this was like hell on earth. She hugged her knees to her chest and closed her eyes.

Eve's eyes scanned the room they stopped on Vittoria who was telling everything she knew to that suregon. She sighed and slid down the cool steel bars that kept them in this hell hole. She saw the girl ,Caroline, talking to everyone and flirting with the guards and laughed at her. She looked down at her dirty ragged nails and sighed scratching them against the filthy bars making a hissing noise as her nails smoothed. She looked at Vittoria again and smiled at her. 'She might really care' She thought moving her attention to everything goin on in the cage.

Gerald sighed and leaned against the walls. "Miss Caroline, you know you mean none of that." he said dryly. The guard scratched his chin, and said to Brooke, "Now, now. Sitting in the corner and dying won't get you any closer to anything." he reprimanded her.

He cringed at th general happenings around him. The doctor was, as usual, being callous towards Vittoria and the prisoners. He was lucky he was rarely noticed.

The little boy giggles to himself as he skips through the door that is normally locked leading into the courtyard, surrounded by the four walls of the asylum. He calls to the other cell mate, “Come on everyone, we have to entertain our audience. I wonder what will be thrown today? Maybe a bone or two, that would be great. Maybe I will see some children today, oh I love to play with children.” Cheerfully he sits down near a wall and begins drawing and writing gibberish, saying a nursery rhyme.

Cry Baby Bunting
Daddy's gone a-hunting
Gone to fetch a rabbit skin
To wrap the Baby Bunting in
Cry Baby Bunting

"Hmm, I wonder who will be my Cry baby bunting tonight?" Finishes his writing, dotting it with his own blood.

Brooke simply ignored the guard's words, as if she couldn't hear him. Her light hair covered her face.
She was terrified of this place.... Her life was screwed, she could never go home, she couldn't be normal again, she figured it would be best if she just died. Her whole entire meaning for life was gone, she was just an empty shell, nothing more.

Brooke looked tiny, almost child-like as she just sat in the corner with her arms around herself, face hidden.

Caroline gave a shallow laugh, not an insane one, but a mocking one. She walked closer and closer to Gerald until she was pressed up against the bars, her chest grinding up against the cold metal. "My dear keeper, back in my day, I said a lot of things I didn't mean," she said. "Things people wanted to hear. In their chambers. In the dark. Why should I stop now?"

She sunk down along the bars until she was kneeling, giving the guard a hungry glance from behind her eyelashes. She ran her finger up and down the thin iron poles, her jagged fingernail clinking on each one. "You know, they say I've gone mad," she continued. "I have to admit that even I seldom know what I'm going to do next. I may be a prisoner of this filthy hole, and maybe, just maybe, I took the emergency exit, forsaking sanity for something much more beautiful and more painful...but that doesn't mean I can't still enjoy life. Or fool myself into thinking I do, for that matter."