Elijah gripped the steering wheel, his innocent green eyes scanning the horizon. The Leader wasn't going to find him, never again. Come on Home Elijah, please! The little boy's voice sent tears to his eyes, but he brushed them away. He hated to leave Johnny, but he had to leave the hellhole he'd been in for eleven years. The Leader won't be gentle, please Elijah! Johnny's voice became more desperate, and Elijah's blood boiled. He was so entranced in trying to calm the young boy he didn't notice the sleek black truck until it hit the stolen car he was driving. He felt the crash aftershock and the burning pain before blacking out. "I hope you're happy." Johnny muttered to The Leader, earning a smack to his slightly chubby cheek in return. "That's what the little runt gets for stealing my car." The Leader growled, watching the screen. The Healer shook hands with the man in the truck, and opened the crushed door to pull the teenage boy out of the car. His leg was bleeding and he was very beaten up. The Healer took him into the specially-made car and Johnny winced from all the bruises and scars. "Boy, you need to learn that pain teaches people, including Elijah, that they should not bite the hand that feeds them." The Leader retorted, walking from the room. Johnny wiped a tear from his eye, straightening out his shirt. "Please be okay, Elijah, please." Johnny desperately begged, never taking his eyes from the screen. The Healer was driving to the House, and got home quickly. Just as he brought Elijah inside Johnny ran from the room. "Where are you going?" The Leader asked, grabbing the collar of his shirt as the little boy ran past him. "May I see Elijah, please sir?" Johnny asked, his puppy brown eyes annoying the Leader greatly. "Fine, but only for five minutes," The Leader sighed, walking in the other direction, "And don't run!" He yelled at Johnny, the young boy smiling as he ran to the infirmary. "Damn kid." The Leader muttered, walking on.

Elijah was greeted by a throbbing pain in his head and a pair of puppy brown eyes. Dammit! He yelled in his head, smiling weakly at Johnny as he tried to sit up. He winced, and Johnny placed a hand on his chest. "Rest Elijah, please?" He asked, running his stubby little finger on the scar on his eye. It ran vertically on Elijah's left eye, and was still a bright red color. "Does it hurt?" Johnny asked, looking over at the Healer. He smiled sympathetically as Johnny turned back to Elijah. "not as much as being back here. I love you Johnny, but this place is Hell," Elijah admitted, taking Johnny's hand, "You are a little brother to me, and don't ever think anything else." He assured the little boy, his stare turning murderous as he saw the rough hand on Johnny's shoulder. The one that sent fear into the little boy he loved so much. "I'm sorry Johnny, visiting time is over. Our friend Thea is waiting for your services." The Leader growled, sending Johnny off with a rough push. He kneeled so he was eye level with Elijah, his hand grasping the young teen's chin. "You're mine, and you're not leaving, runt." The Leader snarled, slapping him. Elijah pushed the man, pain exploding from his knuckles as a cry of pain escaped his lips. "Poor Little Elijah, too broken to even fight back." The Leader cackled, fake sympathy dripping from his words. "I don't need your pity." Elijah spat, his emerald green eyes glaring at the man he hated more than Hell itself; his step-father. "Your worthless mother-" "Don't you dare call my mother worthless!" Elijah screamed, shooting up from the bed. He was about to fall from the numbness in his legs before The Leader grabbed him by the front of his shirt. "She's my wife, I can call her whatever I want, you damn runt." The Leader snarled, pushing him back onto the small cot. He glared as The Leader walked out of the room, The Healer walking to his cot. "You should rest Elijah, I need to tend to your wounds." The Healer commented softly, getting out the things he needed to help the younger boy. "How can you stand that man?" Elijah asked, in disbelief that someone could stand, let alone love, a man like that. "I cannot stand that man, I only work for him. I keep quiet so i can keep my job. Has you ever asked your mother that?" The Healer asked, wrapping his leg where a deep gash sat. "Many times, Healer. She says she loves him, but mostly to keep me from being killed by him. It's because of her that I haven't been murdered yet by that terrible monster." He answered, wincing as The Healer put antibiotics on the wound on his eye. "Do you believe The Leader was once a kind man?" Elijah asked, eyeing his blood clothes on the side table. "In truth, when I went here he was a very kind and gentle man. He found his love here, a young woman named Tyrene Belle. She was a close friend of mine, and I knew of her affairs with our Leader. He had his first wife then, and once the wife found out she divorced him and killed Tyrene. She was sent to a mental hospital, and Tyrene is buried in the lake so her bones would be fossilized. That's what The Leader wanted. He became cruel, and cold hearted. He employed the Educator and the Punisher." The Healer confessed, finishing up on the bandaging.

The Punisher had a nasty grip on Johnny when he found the boy shirking his orders. He walked the boy down the hall, ignoring his whimpers. "Have some dignity, Kid." The Punisher snapped, backhanding the boy. Johnny stopped whimpering, looking to the floor. "Come on Kid, step it up!" The Punisher snarled, the little boy quickly catching up. The Punisher pushed the boy to The Leader, walking off to resume the torturing of a senior. "Now Boy, Thea has been very bad and it's your job to punish her." The Leader ordered, a tight grip on Johnny's shoulder. "Why am I supposed to do this, sir?" Johnny asked, staring up at The Leader with his damn annoying puppy brown eyes. It was like the boy intentionally wanted to annoy The Leader with his innocence. It was the puppy brown eyes that made him feel the Guilt. The Guilt was the reason he wanted the boy to stop staring so much. Those damn puppy brown eyes! "Because Boy, you have the power to. And powerful people use their power." He explained for the umpteenth time, rolling his eyes. He pushed the kid into the Controller Room, leaving to go to do other activities. Johnny stood by the door, watching the blonde. He had to study her to find the best place to get into her mind so she wouldn't fight back. She had extraordinarily beautiful blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She sat with a great freedom style and he admired it. He wished he didn't have to change her. He hoped if she didn't hate every fiber of his being, he could become friends with her. Like how he was friends with Elijah. He smiled as he walked to where she was sitting, staring her straight in the eye. Don't worry Miss Thea, this will all be over soon Johnny sent into her mind, his body starting to numb. His soul went into her mind as his body form froze in a state of standing and staring at the teenage woman. He searched her mind, a vast place. It was very rebellious, that was for sure. As much as he wanted to keep it there, it just had to be removed. For the sake of his health. As much as I love your rebellious attitude, I'm afraid I can't let it stay. He closed his eyes mentally and focused on changing it. It was hard, the size of the attitude was bigger than anything he'd imagined. He was mostly afraid she'd start screaming. Please don't scream, please! He desperate begged her, taking his focus off the attitude. He refocused, dreading the moment when his begs would not be heard and the pretty blonde would scream at him.

Anthea stopped yelling at hissing when Johnny came into the controller room. She knew what he was here to do but couldn't help but feel a tiny bit bad for him- he was just a kid. Her jaw clenching, she leaned back as he smiled and sat next to him. Hoping to make this as hard as possible for him, she turned her head away from her and closed her eyes. He still got into her head, telling her that it would be over soon. She wished she could send back some harsh, witty remark.
She wished she was strong enough to force him away. A tiny gasp escaped her as he forced his mind to take break her spirit. No way that was happening. Tensing, she let out a horrid scream, trying as hard as possible to minipulate his emotions. Fear and pain were the easiest when she was trying to force someone away, but she couldn't do anything exept scream mentally. She didn't know how to make him go away, and screaming was all she could think of. She could feel it working a bit, and decided to keep it up while she tried to force her worset memories into him. She only had a few short memories of her loving mom, but vividly remembered her parents death.
Their death and her kidnapping were the worst things that had happened to her, and she tried to use those against him. She really wasn't sure if it was working, so she tried to scream louder. MOre piercing and high-pitch.

The time, Brienne Chandler was unsure of. Mostly because her curtains, stained black of course, had the sole purpose of blacking out any morning light, and keeping her from assuming the sun had risen above the horizon. And partly because the small alarm clock she had on her nightstand had tumbled off onto the heep of clothes scattered on the floor sometime during the past few weeks. Still seated upon her unmade bed, with her feet curled up to her chest tightly, and her hands gripping her knees, she rocked slowly back and forth. It was driving her insane, she was sure it was. All her brain could order her to do was whimper quietly to herself, and chew half-heartedly on the nub of nail she still had left on her forefinger. Get yourself together! Her innerself demanded, causing her to jolt upright in surprise. Try again. "I can't do this," Brienne softly breathed, her fingers brushing up and down her bare legs, still stubbly as she was in need of a sharp razor. Try again, try again, try again.. With a final grumble to herself, Brienne's pink coated toes nestled their way under the crap tossled about the dorm floor, and stepped upright.


Brienne stared at herself in the full length mirror strapped to her closet door, observing every inch of her figure. The way her black locks were thrown back in a ponytail, slightly wavy. Although why, she was unsure of, since her head hadn't touched the pillow all night. Too much thinking, too much failure. The way her fingers were gently snapping against each other, what she did when she was trying to concentrate. The way her eyes were clouded with fustration. Try again.
Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting in a breath. Her tense muscules soothed, her heart rate slowed. With that, she concentrated. On the one thing in her mind, the one thing that mattered right now.. Tabby cat.


Brienne's eyes gently creeked open, scared to see her reflection. There, with eyes just as wide as the slanted pupils could go, stood a tabby cat. It's fur was a matte black, silky even in the darkness of her room. It's back arched in approval, and it's tail happily gave a twitch. She took a step forward with her tiny paw, nudging the mirrior's surface with her tiny white nose. This is actually real..wow, I did it! I finall-- A burning sensation, raging through her bloodstream made the tabby yollow out in pain. It's milky white teeth bared as it reared up, the hinds of it's legs arching. It's neck twitched, her shoulder twitching upward. She couldn't move, she couldn't feel her paws anymore. Before she knew it, she was staring up at the ceiling, pretty sure she was in her own body once more. At least the burning cooled. A little too much, she supposed, as the only movement was a simple twitch of her finger. Squeezing her eyes shut, she could only scream out a hiss of defeat.

The time, Brienne Chandler was unsure of. Mostly because her curtains, stained black of course, had the sole purpose of blacking out any morning light, and keeping her from assuming the sun had risen above the horizon. And partly because the small alarm clock she had on her nightstand had tumbled off onto the heep of clothes scattered on the floor sometime during the past few weeks. Still seated upon her unmade bed, with her feet curled up to her chest tightly, and her hands gripping her knees, she rocked slowly back and forth. It was driving her insane, she was sure it was. All her brain could order her to do was whimper quietly to herself, and chew half-heartedly on the nub of nail she still had left on her forefinger. Get yourself together! Her innerself demanded, causing her to jolt upright in surprise. Try again. "I can't do this," Brienne softly breathed, her fingers brushing up and down her bare legs, still stubbly as she was in need of a sharp razor. Try again, try again, try again.. With a final grumble to herself, Brienne's pink coated toes nestled their way under the crap tossled about the dorm floor, and stepped upright.


Brienne stared at herself in the full length mirror strapped to her closet door, observing every inch of her figure. The way her black locks were thrown back in a ponytail, slightly wavy. Although why, she was unsure of, since her head hadn't touched the pillow all night. Too much thinking, too much failure. The way her fingers were gently snapping against each other, what she did when she was trying to concentrate. The way her eyes were clouded with fustration. Try again.
Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting in a breath. Her tense muscules soothed, her heart rate slowed. With that, she concentrated. On the one thing in her mind, the one thing that mattered right now.. Tabby cat.


Brienne's eyes gently creeked open, scared to see her reflection. There, with eyes just as wide as the slanted pupils could go, stood a tabby cat. It's fur was a matte black, silky even in the darkness of her room. It's back arched in approval, and it's tail happily gave a twitch. She took a step forward with her tiny paw, nudging the mirrior's surface with her tiny white nose. This is actually real..wow, I did it! I finall-- A burning sensation, raging through her bloodstream made the tabby yollow out in pain. It's milky white teeth bared as it reared up, the hinds of it's legs arching. It's neck twitched, her shoulder twitching upward. She couldn't move, she couldn't feel her paws anymore. Before she knew it, she was staring up at the ceiling, pretty sure she was in her own body once more. At least the burning cooled. A little too much, she supposed, as the only movement was a simple twitch of her finger. Squeezing her eyes shut, she could only scream out a hiss of defeat.

Taylor skipped along the sidewalk as she went to visit her friend Eli-ah. She couldn't pronounce his name right, no matter how hard the cute little girl tried. Pausing when she heard two dogs barking, she saw her little dog and another little white dog play-fighting. "Momo!!" She called, and both dogs happily pranced over to her. "Whats your name, puppy?" Taylor asked happily, scooping the little dog up and looking at it's collar. "A. . . .am. . . . .Amora!" She said, proud that she could read the name. Recognition sparked into her eyes and she drew in a quick breath. "Your Thea's puppy! Eli-ah might know were she is!" The little girl said happily, skipping into were her teacher had told her that her friend was; the infirmary. After leading the two dogs into five wrong rooms, she eventually found her friend. "Eli-ah!" She said happily, then tilted her head to the side. "Why are you hurt? Momo found Thea's puppy!" She told him exitedly, as if it was the best thing that had ever happened. "Can you give her to Thea?" Taylor asked, holding the little white ball of fur out to him.

William was walking along the sidewalk around the house trying to figure out where it would take him. Why was he taken here, why couldn’t it have been his little brother, or anyone else. He didn’t really want his little brother to be here, but he really didn’t want to be at this house. So far he hated it here, nothing to do, no friends, absolutely nothing at all. Will eventually gave up on finding something to do and sat down on a wooden bench, to just think.
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Connor started running around in circles in the soft, green, grass, playing by him self. “Sharky, what do you want to do today” Connor asked his stuffed animal Shark. The toy shark was his only friend, which wasn’t very healthy for a five year old boy. “I want to play car” Connor said while pretending that he was the stuffed animal talking. “Okay” Connor yelled. He picked up the Shark and hugged him. Then Connor started running around in circles again making loud car noises. “Beep, Beep” Connor said, “We have to stop Sharky there’s a bear crossing the road.”

Johnny hated the screaming, his mind pound against his skull. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" He yelled, the visions still playing in the back of his mind. He clutched the front of her dress, sobbing into her chest. "He makes me, I don't wanna, please forgive me." He sobbed, sniffling and reliving the vision again. It was her parents, he could definitely tell that. He tried to stop the pounding in his skull, but it persisted. "I'm so sorrry." He whispered, his mind going blank. In the back of his mind, she lingered with a hatred that hurt him. He just wanted to let the girl know he didn't want to do, he had to do it. He knew what the Punisher was capable of. "I'm sorry if I ruin my dress with your tears, hope you're okay Miss Thea." Johnny replied politely, squeezing her hand gently. He smiled, sniffing a bit and rubbing his red eyes before heading for the door.

Elijah smiled at the young girl, looking at the dog. "I just got in a small accident, it's nothing Tay. I'll be sure to give Momo to Thea." Elijah answered the little girl, wincing as he got up. He hugged Taylor tightly, his bruised arms wrapped around his frame. "How about you help me? Come on." Elijah commented, hoisting the little girl onto his hip and grabbing the small dog gently. He then went on the search to find his crush to give her Momo. This would not be easy.

Anthea relaxed very slightly when he was forced out of her mind. Opening her eyes, she slowly hugged him. "It's. . . .alright. . . . " She really felt bad for making him watch her parents death. But it was even worse for her- she had been in the car with them. Heard their screams and watched the life fade out of their eyes. She had only been five, and she couldn't understand why they didn't move when she screamed for them to wake up. Turning away as Johnny left, she went limp against the floor and fought oncoming tears. Her life was so messed up, having to go through this every couple months, seeing her parents die, having nowhere to go, and feeling so lonely. Her blond hair covered her face and she lied so still you might think the girl was dead, if you didn't see the tiny rise and fall of her chest. She focused on just breathing, forgetting about all her worries. Just in, and out.

Taylor giggled at Elijah. "Wrong puppy, silly!" She scooped Momo up out of his arms and replaced her with Amora. "OH! I bet Amora knows were Thea is!" The little girl said happily, clapping her hands as if nothing was wrong. Amora squirmed away from them, padding out of the infirmary then pausing as she waited for the other two. "Come on, Eli-ah!" Taylor said happily, skipping after the little white dog. Amora warily padded down the sidewalk, all the way to the Screaming House. She stopped outside of it, seeming to scared to go inside. "What's that, Eli-ah?" Taylor asked, turning to her friend and seeming confused.

Caddie walked outside the house with her little brother Aiden, who was running around with his favorite stuffed bear in his hand. Aiden ran to Caddie laughing with the cutest smile on his little face,"Sissy, Let's pway a game." Caddie smiled brightly at her little brother and poked his nose,"Alright kiddo, lets play I-spy."

Aiden crinkled his nose,"That games for babies, I'm a big kid sissy." Caddie laughed and stuck her tounge out at him playfully,"Yeah, well I'm a big kid and I wanna' play it." Aiden pouted looked down,"Fine but only one game." Caddie smiled,"Alright wanna' go first?" Aiden laughed and stuck his tounge out at her,"No you go first because, I already know I'll win."

Caddie laughed,Yeah....you can deffinately tell we're related. She looked around and saw tree out ahead,"I spy with my little eye something green." Aiden jumped up and down happily,"I know, I know, It's the tree!!!."

Caddie laughed and picked Aiden up,"You got it Kiddo,your a natural." Aiden smiled triumphantly, but squinted as she something. Caddie frowned,"What is it Kiddo?"

Aiden smiled and jumped down from her arms,"A boy, look sissy a boy." Caddie looked and saw a kid around her age walking on the sidewalk of the house and saw him sit on a wooden bench. Caddie ran and took Aiden's little hand in her's happy that she wouldn't have to entertain Aiden by playing I-spy for an hour.

Caddie walked up to the boy with Aiden next to her, she smiled happy to see someone,"Hey."

Johnny screamed, afraid out of his mind. Did he kill her? He ran over, grabbing her hands. "Please Miss Thea, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Don't go, don't leave." He sobbed hysterically, not noticing her breathing. He just sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed. He just couldn't stop. He killed a girl, a teenage girl. The Leader came in, smirking. "So it finally happened, I'm so proud of you!" The Leader beamed mockingly, looking at the boy with disgust. "Come on boy, you'll get used to being a murderer." He snapped, staying by the door.

Elijah was about to introduce himself to the black-haired girl and her little brother when he heard the all too familiar scream of Johnny from the Screaming House. "Screaming House... Johnny... Come on Taylor!" He yelled, grabbing her hand picking up the little Amora before running inside. He ran into the room, running past The Leader. He grabbed Johnny, hugging him tight. "How DARE you call my Johnny a murderer! YOU are a murderer, the only murderer here!" Elijah screamed, keeping a tight hold on Johnny. "You must've forgetten Susan, Elijah." The Leader snarled, slapping his step-son. He pushed the girl, seeing her breathing. "So there's only two murderers in this room, great." The Leader growled, stomping out the room. Elijah remembered the day all too well. She'd left a huge scar on his mind. She was his nightmare.

"Come on Boy, just do it!" The Leader snarled, the little boy looking up at the older man innocently. There was a teenage girl in front of him, an angry and fearful look in her eye. "You're terrible, making a little boy do this." Susan spat, her eyes locked on Elijah's. He was only eleven, but no one could break his stare except him. "I'm so sorry, Susan." He whispered, overloading her mind with the terrible events of his life. The murder of his father, his step-father almost killing his mother because she didn't want to marry him, the Leader breaking his leg because he didn't do what he's told. Even more as she fell from the seat and the life left her eyes. So did her worst memories.