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Bleaksdale Insane Asylum... where the coup de gra of mentally ill patience come to spend the remainder of their desperate years. Made in 1969, this historic building was placed out in the middle of a barren wastelands outside of the land called Mexico. It was made to house the worst mental illnesses around; dementia, cannibalism, schitzophrenia, and many many more.

The Asylum is known for it's rough and tumble sense of getting the job done. They use barbaric treatments such as Electroshock therapy, blunt force Trama to the head, leeches and many others which all seem to come out to the same conclusion... useless. The guards, the scientists and the warden are the most heartless men and women you will ever see in this field of business, but you have to be cold and cynical when you are treating these patients.

The Asylums outer walls are breaking down, the bricks becoming pebbles from the many years of natural corrosion and vandalism. The Asylum is surrounded with a fifteen foot tall electric fence with barbed wire above it. The only way to get out is a large double sided fence that is guarded by three security personels. It has five main buildings. One is where the patients are held, a large, tall building about 20 floors high made of a combonation of stone and red bricks, now dulled to a dark, brown color. The guards house, where the guards stay to relax, watch TV, eat food, sleep or play pool. This building is made from a simple wood and stone mixture in the structure. The third building is the Wardens personal house where his wife and five children eat, live, sleep, and spend more of their time. The fourth building is the gassing/torture chambers. This is where most inmates are taken when they are... less then cooperative or are rebellious. The building is also where they like to give the barbaric therapies. Many of them get taken here, some daily. And the last building is the Armory. This building is here just in case there is a Aslyum break and in which case they are permitted by law to call a Code Red and shoot any fleeing inmates on sight.

Bleaksdale... some people deem it necessary to society, to keep the inmates away from others. Some others condemn it, calling it a death trap for the fact of never seeing one sucessful mentally healed person exit there... only body bags upon body bags. Call it a necessity or a useless waste, the building stands... and you are trapped inside. The choice is yours... the time will come when you leave your padded rooms and strip off the straitjackets that have been constricting you... and it's going to be soon... very soon... so gather your intellegence and figure out who's going to pay for your time in the hellhole they call... Bleaksdale Insane Asylum...

And their I, Magix, sit alone in my padded cell. Curled up in the fetal position in the corner rocking back and fourth. I sit like this all the time. They can't escape. I can't let them. They're the reason I'm in here. They kill and tourture. Then they let me take the heat. Its just not right or fair. Why me, why? I just can't let them out, I can't. Yet while I'm in here I find my mind weakening. The longer I'm here the weaker I get. I fear that if they get out I may slip away, and never return, never...

Sammantha couldn’t remember how long she had been sitting there on the cold floor with her back against the wall and her legs stretched out. It felt like ages but every minute she kept her eyes open was another minute she didn’t have to go through the nightmares which haunted her. Her mind kept racing over the last nightmare.

Sammantha had been running, running away from a faceless man with a knife. Screaming at the top of her voice for someone to help her but no one came. The man caught up with her and all she could feel was the pain of the knife. The mind numbing pain as the man slid the knife against the smooth skin of her stomach. Drawing a design with the cuts of the knife as the red blood flowed from them. Spelling out the word "trapped". With the last letter engraved in her skin she woke up to her own screams.

It had all seemed so real, it always did. Her mind is in a constant struggle not to let her eyes close and not to let her sleep. If she sleeps she dreams and when she dreams she screams and that’s when she gets into trouble. “Cant sleep... must stay awake” Sammantha mumbles to herself. She was talking to herself but what did it matter, they already thought she was crazy. She needed to get out of here, her mind thinks to much in here and she cant distract herself. In Sammie’s mind she is convinced that she will do anything to get out of here, what ever it takes she will do. Even if it means doing what it is that got her in here in the first place. Anything to escape this cell and her own mind.

Cole sat against the wall, wallowing in his own anguish. Someone such as myself should get something better than this putrid excuse for a cell. He got up, using his arm for support, and sauntered over to the cell bars, as if he was the king of whole damn asylum. Warily watching the hallway, he grabbed hold of the bars that kept him from the outside. The walls of his cell were drawn on with a "chalk rock" he'd found on the ground, most people wouldn't have noticed the off white stone glistening in the dim light. Pictures depicted him as the king, as an aristocrat, some even as god himself, for he decided that he was as important. Cole sighed and walked back over to the wall, sitting once again. I'll wait until they realize someone of this great of importance is locked up in this hell hole.

The headaches. As my mind gets weaker they get worse. I find myself in pool of despair. I would always get headaches before they came out. I don't know who's trying to get out but either way it's no good. Zane is twisted, and a murderer. He tourtured and killed and loved to be in control. Trice is no better. He condones Zane's behavoir and helps him find more victims. I hate them. I wish they never came out. I wish my mind wasn't corrupt by them. I can never leave. I can never let them run loose.

Chris lay looking at the ceiling, the fluorescent lights shone onto his pale skin, his pupils changed sizes as footsteps rung just outside his cell. Listening intently he heard two of the guards he saw frequently, both were pulling a man, his hands pressing against his bony face as he screamed in agony knowing what lay beyond the doors he was dragged too.
Sighing Chris turned to his side, loud noises bothered him a little, especially when it was the other patients, he didn't understand what they feared, pain eluded his mind. Opening his mouth once or twice, as if to say something he let it hang ajar, hardly breathing, merely tasting the air.

The wall to his left, opposite the door to his cell suddenly attracted his attention. Wondering if it had anything to tell him, as if it would just suddenly start talking, he stared at it intently trying not to blink. His right hand pointed to the blank ceiling, it began waving in circles weaving symbols onto paper only Chris saw. He told the wall of his life in his own language, something all the guards hated, especially the two from earlier. Hours passed as the wall absorbed every detail of his life, his mother, what little he knew of his father, his dog, of the tire swing he adored so much. Screaming out a final word - sound, would be a better term - he sat up and then lay back down, he'd heard a new voice, a guards by how they seemed to be talking.

He listened to the other patients, wondering if anyone had gone missing, other than the man from the morning. Most mumbled to themselves, others screaming at what they thought they saw, one girl just screamed. Sucking in a mouthful of air the ghoul like man began to scream at the air, mimicking the girl. He cursed at it for not tasting good, for not being visible, even for keeping him alive, anything to attract the guards or other patients, he felt talkative today.

"Shut up." Cole replied, addressed to the screaming maniac in the cell opposite. "Can't you see that screaming doesn't help." The words escaped from his mouth calmly, as if he'd accepted that they were stuck there until further notice. This imbecile is affecting my thinking...

Cole got up once again, and walked gracefully toward the cell bars, hoping to confront the idiot who thought to scream for no reason. No respect for other people... , not even for one great as myself.

"Shut up."

Chris craned his neck to look at the younger man in the cell across from his. "Hello, king-boy," He said his tongue wetting his lips, "How might the great king be today?" He asked trying to make the man snap, he enjoyed it when people snapped, it was always entertaining. "It seems like someones a little bit angry today, did we wake up on the wrong side of the bed again?" He added turning his body to face Cole as he sat cross legged.

Cole stood still, trying to control the rush of hot blood that flowed through his body. How dare he... Cole stayed calm, it wasn't rational. There was no way to get to him anyhow, even if Cole desired to go through with beating this idiot's face in. Instead, Cole decided to be witty, going along with the joke.
"Haha yes, considering how my bed is a cot that's more uncomfortable than the ground." Cole said, smiling his crooked smile, staring straight into the eyes of his harasser.
"Whats your name, Shaun?" Cole chuckled at this little joke, the man did look like a zombie after all. He wondered if he'd get the analogy to Shaun of the Dead...

Cole walked over to his cot and sat in it, keeping his eyes on ... "Shaun". He silently patted himself on the back for controlling his anger so well, and smiled smugly as he waited for a reply.

It's happening. The pain is unbearable. He is coming and I can't stop him. My head feels as it will explode. All I can do is scream uncontrolably. "No you can't come out. You can't. NOOOOOO!!!!!" Is what I get out before I lose it. I pass out from the pain as I slam my head on the wall in a suicide attempt. Damn padded walls. It seems I'm lost for now as I slip away. Zane is taking control and if he gets out of here I may never emerge.

(Zane now is in control)
Its been to long. It feels good to be out.

"Actually it's Christopher, C-H-R-I-S-T-O-P-H-E-R." He said sounding it out to the man across him, narcissists were always fun, them and split personalities. Chris dragged himself still sitting cross legged to the bars of his cell. "Y'know, my name means the soul of Christ, ironic isn't it, I have the soul of a savior yet did the opposite."

He was silent for about two seconds before he pressed his face against the bars, "What's your name my highness?" He asked hissing on the last S in the highness. He knew it, overheard a guard once, but was enjoying talk time with someone else.

Before he got an answer from Cole he heard a man 4 cells away from his screaming out. His eyes looked towards the sound but he kept facing the narcissist in front of him. Now what? thought Chris as he ignored Cole now, his interest could be averted easily.

I Zane am now in control. I rub my hand down the padded walls feeling for weak points. Magix wasn't violent so he never had to wear a Straightjacket (<sp?). On every pad there was a weak point. I made a fist and with my middle knuckle extended I punch each spot. After a few punches I rip through the pads. I now rip long strips of fabric off each pad. I count them, 20 in all. I fold half them up and put them away in my pocket. I rip the others into tiny pieces and scatter them around my cell.

Cole sighed, More screaming? I thought we were done with this... Cole couldn't see the source of it, but he could distinctively hear cloth being torn from ... somewhere, probably the padded walls. Cole decided he'd find out sooner or later, and focused his attention on ... Christopher.

"I can spell y'know, Cole said, in a mocking tone. "Name's Cole, means dark one. Nice to meet you. Cole continued, his words slathered heavily with sarcasm. He could tell this was going to be hard, but having an ally in this hell would be nice. "I think three-face over there's planning to escape... care to watch him fail? I doubt he's going to be uttering I came, I saw, I conquered anytime soon." Cole recited, flawlessly remembering about the Roman empire and the famous "vendi vidi vici".

"Alright you pathetic waste of space! It's your dosage time!" a loud voice came over the speakers in each of their padded rooms. The voice blared the command loud and bluntly through the crackling speakers. The speakers have been malfuntioning for the longest time, making them static and crackle when someone speaks through it. Suddenly guard after guard came into the hallway with their jumpsuits and tranquilizer guns filled with over 4 different medications in each tranquilizers.

The men stood silently, their jumpsuits were grey and made of cotten with an old 1960's gas masks on. "Everyone! Stand for your shots! I don't want any fucking lollygagging!" A large man led the men to each of the padded cell doors. The guards stood in front of the barred windows that looked into each of the cells and awaited orders from the guard chief.

A dark man sat in a large, long dark limousine in front of the Asylums gate. The three guards held up their hands at him as they opened the large, electric fences. They walked towards the fully tinted windows and knocked on the glass softly, "What's your reason for being here?" one of the guards asked in a gruff voice, but got nothing in response. He frowned and sucked through his teeth, knocking harder, "Lower your window!" he demanded as the door rolled down a bit, "I am here for the prisoners..." the man said in the dark car. The guard looked at him, "Can I see some admission papers?" The man was silent once more, but pushed out a clearence card from the small crack in the window. The card was attactched to a string and dangled as the guard grabbed it and observed, "Alright Dr... Simon... your clearence seems to check out... welcome..." the man waved him through as the clearence card was pulled back and the limousine pulled through.

I listen as the man yells about our shots. Soon may be my chance to escape but I will need Trice's help in order to do so. I sit on my cot and close my eyes allowing Trice to emerge.

I Trice am now in control. Zane has started our plan to escape and now my talents are needed. I wait for the guard to come in. If the timing is right I may be able to escape. If not then I will take my shots like a man. Soon we may be able to exact our revenge on that little girl. She will pay for putting us away.

Sammantha had been listening to the other prisoners talking. Their talking was good, it broke up the mixture of silence and screaming. It allowed her to think about something else other than the fact she hadnt slept in about 30 hours and how her eyes just wanted to close and to never open again. She considered joining in the conversation but as she was about to speak a voice sounded out of the speakers and the gaurds came in to give them their shots.

No way am I taking one of those Sammantha thought to herself. She knew from last time that they were tranquilizers. Which in simple terms meant sleep which meant the return of the nightmares she had been avoiding for the last day and a bit. In her mind she was trying to come up with ways of avoiding taking the shot though each plan seemed as useless as the last.

As the guard told them to stand for their shots Sammantha stayed where she was seated on the floor. Not moving. If they wanted to give her a shot so bad, let them come in here and give it to me where I am she thought as she looked up at the guard standing just outside her cell with a look of defiance.

As Chris listened to Cole's explanation of his name and then his proposition about the man attempting to escape he felt an urge to taste the bars of his cell. His teeth wrapped around it gnawing at the two inch thick metal bars, they tasted like, well, like a persons skin. Wondering who else had been over his bars Chris didn't notice the announcement or the guards coming in. When one shouted at him he merely looked back, blinked, and returned to the bars, seeing if the others tasted the same as the first one.

Another guard took the younger ones place, this man had wavy blond hair and as he put himself eye to eye with the psycho, Chris snapped. With a sudden burst of strength he wrapped his bony hands around the back of the mans head and pulled him to the bars. The guard taken by surprise fumbled his gun and was trying to pry away the psychos fingers as their faces grew closer and closer. For an instant the blond man seemed to go limp, but just as suddenly regained his posture. He put a hand through the gap in the bars and wrapped it around Chris's head, he pushed his thumb into the his eye hoping the pain would make the psycho let go.

Unfortunately for the guard, it didn't. With a savage kick Chris put his heel into the mans nose and, releasing him, watched as the guard fell back. Gripping the bars he tried his hardest to pull them apart as he pressed his face against the bars trying to reach the blond haired guard so take revenge on his mother. Shouts of insanity gave a guard opposite reason to take the gun on the ground and slam the butt into the face of the howling psycho. This did the trick as Chris fell back, his eyes watering, his nose bloodied and his mind back in his head.

"For fuck sake!" the captain screamed, seeing the prisoners fighting back and taking out a pistol he had, "Let's fucking kill these crazies! I'm getting tired of this shit!" he walked towards Chris' cell and aimed the gun in, cocking it hard. "Everyone else get the others! These troublemakers have made their last mistakes!" The soldiers brought out their pistols as well and loaded, waiting for the captains orders.

As the large man was about to give the order, something caught his attention... a voice coming from the intercom. It was actually more like a chuckle that was cackling, "Your time has come my brothers and sisters..." The intercom ran throughout the large inmate cells, "No longer will you be oppressed by drugs and no longer will you take the savage beatings of these barbarians... No longer will the torment of the daily 'training' session leave nightmares in your mind... I call to all of you... I summon you all to bring out your inner demons..." The captain looked at his men, now listening to the deep voice over the intercoms, "I call out your darkness! Your hatred! Your malice! Revenge is your sights and vengeance is on your lips! I can taste it with you brothers and sisters! I can taste it!" A loud buzzing sound echoed throughout every hallway as all the electronic doors unlocked and slowly opened up. "Now... this is where the tides turns and the predators becomes the prey... enjoy..." the voice chuckled in a dark voice and cut off suddenly. The soldiers gathered around in a circle as they heard scuffling in each of the rooms, "Keep your ground men! If one of them attacks! Let em have it!"

A sudden eruption of screams came from most of the cells, the inmates laughing with maniacal screams. They all began rushing out and heading straight for the guards that have abused them their whole lives in the asylum. The guards opened fire, but only saw more and more inmates running towards them, "Come on guys! Fuck! Fuck!!" Screams of guards could be heard echoing over the screaming of the psychos attack.

"Andsoithasbegun" Asara said in a low tone. He talked so fast that his words connected with each other. As bullets connected with flesh, Asara smiled and front flipped off his bed. Both of his eyes bloodshot, and his mouth filled with saliva, Asara peeked out of his cell. Few bodies laid on the floor, and the rest of the inmates were attacking the guards. "Ohmygodialwaysknewthisdaywouldcome" he said looking around at the chaos that sparked all around him. Asara began to breath faster, excited at all the commotion. He burst with speed down the halls, bobbing and weaving in between the sane and insane alike, trying to find the kitchen. He stopped at a intersection in the hall and stopped breathing for a bit, trying to feel his heart beat. It was definitely beating faster, but not as fast as Asara liked. "I-I n-needsugaaaaaar" he said his drool now dripping onto the floor. He looked down teh left side of the hall and saw a guard running towards him. "Ohachallengerhasappeared" he said smiling. "Thinkyoucancatchme?" He asked, readying himself to take off. He did a back flip, and shot down the right side of the hall. "I'llshowyoutruespeed!" he shouted. He could remember playing the sonic games when he was home, and imagined himself running at those kinda speeds.

Sammantha was slightly shocked when the door to her cell was unlocked. It was like a miricle, for the inmates at least. Rubbing her eyes she jumped up off the floor. Waiting a few moments as the guard who had been standing infront of her cell was distracted by the commotion before she snuck out of the cell, hoping not to be noticed in all the noise.

I wasnt that she didnt want to fight back, no that wasnt it at all. She was just using her head. Sammie knew she was only small and physically most of the people in this room could over power her, both the guards and most of the inmates. She needed to get her hands on a weapon. Quickly she began making her way down the hallway, dodging a few people as she went. One of the other inmates threw a punch at the guard which missed and colided with her stomach as she ended up on the ground.

Just a little dizzy Sammie looked around her, she needed something to protect herself and she needed something now. Looking around the floor beside her she saw a guard which was either dead or unconcious. Getting up and walking over to him she flipped him over onto his back and took the gun out of his pocket. Flicking the safety off before heading back down the hallway through the masses of inmates and guards fighting, searching for an exit of some kind.