Diamond Asylum (San Francisco, California)

Welcome to Asylum

The eerie dark night brought out all the creepy crawlers out from their deep dark holes that they call their precious homes. The Asylum has fallen silent for the most part, tonight was different . The usual ear splitting screams in the late night was absent for the first time in over a decade, the only noises that could be heard was the creaking doors and echoing footsteps that echoed down the long lonely corridors outside the patient rooms. The dark creatures of the night roam the forest outside the Asylum walls amplifying the eeriness of the night with their creeping movements and quiet yet heard sounds that echoed lightly through the forest.

There was one specific patient up late this night, the only thing within the Asylum that was actually making noises echoed loudly down the corridors. This particular patient was special because this patient was different from the most within the Asylum, this patient was inhuman and yet everyone around this patient went on unknowing of the patient's true identity. Late at night the patient would always exercise the inhuman practices it knew, most of the time the screams down the corridors kept the guards and scientists from hearing the patient's practices but this night was different. Not only were the patient the only thing the make such loud noises within the Asylum they were also unable to keep control of their abilities. Now the patient worked diligently to regain control of the matter.

The footsteps of one particular guard grew louder and louder as the guard neared the patient's room. The patient worked faster and harder as the patient heard the footsteps close in on the patient's door. The patient became silent when the footsteps ceased right outside the door, taking in a deep breath the patient witnessed as the only thing to hide their inhuman traits slowly open. Soon the secrets of the patient would be revealed to a guard of the Asylum. Life as an insane person has yet to be as horrible as it was right now... ((Bit godmodding but go along with it. Also when I say the patient I mean your character so respond correspondingly you're having issues trying to control and hide your abilities, shifting, and/or inhuman features (wings and fangs). It can be the first time it happening and doesn't have to happen once more: For an example refer to my character posts below. If you have a human character their first post will be their response to all the action going on that night.))

Melissa Rose

'Why can't the world be like this?' Only Melissa's deep thoughts was the only thing she could hear in her room as she sat on her bed, curled up in a tiny ball. The silence brought her comfort as she pressed her small body against the furthest corner from her cell door which was the Northeast corner of her small but perfectly square room. "I wish this could last" She mumbled to herself so quietly that she barely heard the words she spoke. Sleepiness was finally taking a hold of her as her eyes fluttered close she unknowingly let her body relax which was the worse thing she could do, especially for an unstable one. The fact that she was neither human nor another specie but two species combined into one made it worse because without constant restraint of both species within her they will both attempt to take control of the body even if it meant destroying her body. This was the perfect time for those two species to take control.

Her idle body began emitting darkness which ate up the little light within the room and continued expanding within her room. Within seconds her entire room was engulfed in darkness even the light from outside couldn't penetrate the concentrated darkness within the room. The darkness even granted Melissa more comfort and forced her deeper into her slumber, she could have slept for an eternity, if eternity was so generous. Then the pain seared through her body and she jerked awake with her teeth clenched tightly nearly breaking her teeth and jaw in one fluid motion. Her hands immediately closed tightly in a fist and her toes curled up as if her body already knew what was to come and she sure did know what she was heading into. "No, no, not now" She mumbled from clenched teeth and tried her best to keep from allowing her body to go through the same experience she has gone through countless times.

Subconsciously she rolled onto her back and gripped the blankets as the skin of her back began tearing and ripping in a rigid line down her back. She groaned as she arched her back as blood dripped down her teared skin and stained her perfectly white blankets. "Help" She whispered into the quiet night but her voice was too quiet for anyone to hear; she rolled back and forth within her bed soaking the bed to the point most of it was blood red. At some point she rolled too far to the edge and tumbled onto the ground, without thinking she crawled toward the door but was only able to make it halfway before the real pain set in. "Ah!" Her screams were so sharp it could send the bravest men running and it was all from the fact her muscles in her back was ripping so that her thick feathery wings could force itself out of her bloody back. The pain was so extreme that all she could do was press her forehead against the cold floor, claw into the tiles, and scream her bone rattling scream as blood her blood soaked her along with the floor. The far off footsteps she was unable to hear but she could hear her wings pop itself inch by inch out her back until the full five feet in width black and white wings reached its max length.

The screams still didn't cease even though her wings were fully out, her teeth were cracking and and breaking off, the pieces falling to the floor she closed her eyes so she couldn't witness this. The broken off teeth were four in total and pain began searing through her mouth as new, sharp, fangs began protruding out from the gaps. The pain was so horrible because the fangs were forcing her other teeth further into her mouth and closer together to make room for its full inch of deadliness. The door to her room began rattling and after a few seconds it finally flung open as two guards and a scientist stood on the other side searching the room.

"What the hell?!" One of the guards said since they weren't able to see through the thick sheet of darkness that filled the room; Melissa slowly lifted her head to stare up at them. Melissa was able to see them through the darkness but only reached her hand up seeking help when the darkness slowly lighten up and revealed her blood soaked body on all fours in the middle of a pool of blood. They gasped as they saw the one black bat-like wing and the white, now blood stained red, bat-like wing extended up in the air as if they sought flight.

"Help me" She whispered exposing her bloody fangs from her cut up gum and all they were able to do was stare into her gray pained eyes as if acknowledging their denied help she let her outstretched hand fall to the ground before letting her body crumble down to the pool of blood. Her wings slowly fell on top of her body covering most of her in its warmth, the last thing she saw was her bloodied wing falling onto her... then darkness enveloped her.

Keith Wrath

Keith shivered under his covers as he tried his best to go to sleep, but after hours of being curled in a tight ball pressed against the wall beside his bed it was a failed attempt. "Why is this happening now?" He growled from under his sheets through clenched jaws, the bed was to the point that it was rattling as if it would break under his weight. "I ne-" He began but before he could finish his sentence his arm snapped in a an abnormal position but Keith could tell that his body was going through that dreaded process. "Shit, shit, shit" He mumbled to himself as he legs began snapping as well the and extinguishing pain ripped through his body and his jerky movements rocked the bed.

Rolling on his back his spine began snapping, cracking, and rearranging itself forcing him to arch his back and his arms spread so he could claw at the wall as his nails slowly forming into lethal claws. The shattered bones within his body began reconstructing just as new bones began shattering, but the real pain didn't come until his ribs and skull snapped into multiple segments bringing a ear piercing growl that bounced repeatedly around his room and down the corridors of the Asylum. The growl alerted nearby security guards to Keith's room and they began making their way there, but Keith was near the end of his transformation and when they got to his door a large black and brown wolf was sitting on top of a shattered bed that broke under his tremendous weight.

"What the hell?!" One of the guards yelled as he pointed his gun at the wolf that was once Keith, but Keith simply laid there on his side in complete pain not paying any heed to the guards. The sound of the gun firing echoed down the corridors and the tranquilizer from the gun that pierced Keith's hide got him on his feet in less than a second. The guards backed away as the now angered wolf growled at them and without a second of hesitation Keith lunged straight at the guard that shot him and his fangs sank into the guard's ribcage. "Stop you monster!" The second guard commanded as he shot Keith but Keith simply swung the body within his mouth side to side splashing dark red blood everywhere. "Damn you, go down!" The second guard yelled as he let loose and shot at Keith repeatedly, but only the sixth round of tranquilizers actually got him to stop in the middle of his rampage and fall silently on the floor as his heavy eyelids threaten to close but he refused them to shut in fear of his nightmares. "Fucker" The guard said just before he kicked Keith's head, only then did he let his eyelids shut and unconsciousness take him.

Nala rested in the farthest corner from the door, her thin scarred arms wrapped protectively around her legs. Her crystal blue eyes stood out in the darkness as they darted around the small room, looking for a way out. She was muttering things, only a few words were eligable. "Tight spaces. Not enough room." Claustraphobia was creeping up inside of her again. Making her panic. There was not enough room in her cell. "Help me!" She screamed, breaking the silence that pressed agaisnt her. "Someone please!" Her voice was almost a sob. Soft echoing footsteps stopped her dead in her tracks. Someone was coming. They could help her. They could save her before she was buried alive in the darkness.

Finally a dim light appeared in her small cell window. A gaurd passing by. "What do you need?" He demanded and Nala quickly stumbled to her feet. She was covered in sweat. "Please. You have to let me out." She pleaded. "Sorry, no inmates out of there rooms. "Please! You don't understand!" Her voice was urgent. The walls, they were closing in on her.

The gaurd started walking away and was stopped dead in his tracks. Nala shrieked her words. "Someone help me!" Suddenly, embers surrounded her, creating little bursts of lights, surrounding the gaurd. "What the!" Was all he could manage. He batted them away, and they burned his hands. Nala's hands pressed agaisnt the door. They surrounded her. Nala didn't know what was going on. What was causing these things? "Someone please help me" It was getting too hot in her small room. Smoke was starting to taint the air. She couln't breathe. She was trapped. Finally from sheer panic, and not enough oxegyn she passed out, slumping agaisnt the wall. The embers and small wisps of fire fell, covering the ground with blackened ash.

The gaurd opened the door, pointing a tranquilizer gun at the small girl. She looked so harmless in her sleep, and shot her once, just to make sure she would stay asleep. Bloody murder, she was more than just insane.

When Evania had been shown to her new room earlier that day, she had tried her hardest not to break down on the spot. This was, after all, her first and possibly only chance to enjoy a low security room. But the mirrors! Several large mirrors coated the walls, and Evania had almost passed out when she first walked in. Graciously, she hadn't had to spend to much time in the room today... what with the many meetings and sessions she had had scheduled. But now, now that the night was settling and her small light cast dim shadows upon the reflective surfaces, she could see her own shadow, flitting around in eccentric patterns dangerously close to her bed. "Hello?," she whispered in the hopes that a "sentry" (as she so fondly refered to the night guards around this place) would come to her rescue before things got ugly. Slowly, the light seemed to amplify, and the horrors had begun. "HELLO!!!" She began to yell as her nightmare closed in, a yell which soon evolved into something else. Soon she was screaming bloody murder, practically paralized in her small bed.

Water! It began filling up within her lungs, slowly torturing her until her screams sounded murmered, and then reduced to gurgles. On the verge of collapse, Evania recognized the warning signs, so she sat in silence until the fluid dispered within her body, emitting through her hands in a sudden and uncontrolable stream. It was coming from everywhere, roaring in her ears. Soon the liquid filled the room until a layer covered her entire abode, and she finally found the courage to jump up and begin pounding on the door, slipping on the slick floor. Being carried ever closer to the leering figure in the wall, she tried her hardest to get the attention of anybody within hearing distance. Finally, she could hear footsteps over the noise, and the door flew open. "Wha... What the hell?" A lone guard stood by the door, a gun pointed at the girl's head. His eyes widened for a moment, then hardened as he dragged her into the hall, water reflecting a strage flame in the distance. The water kept coming... Evania had no control. Soon the guard held her down, splayed out in the hallway, and fit a soft cloth to hjer lips, dragging her down into darkness...

Xavier Vladimir Cyan
The silence was unbearable. Xavier twisted and turned in bed, his mind refusing to let him sleep. His room was too bright, the moon was too bright. It wasn't dark enough to hide the poison in his mind. Images of what had happened flooded his head. Blood, there was so much blood. The look in everyones' eyes when he went crazy would never leave him. Their disappointment and disgust would stay with him until he died. Dying, that would be such a relief. He would be free of this torment, of all this. The looks of hatred would go away, the blood that would never leave his hands would wash away, and the guilt would be pulled from his heart. No, not pulled. The guilt was too far in to simply be built. It would be torn out, like a bee's stinger. Torn from his body, but dealing damage to the body around the wound. "Please... Please somebody..." Xavier didn't know exactly what it was he was begging for, but he couldn't stop himself. Even if he was begging for something that did not exist, just the sound of his voice breaking the silence comforted him.

He didn't know how long he squirmed in emotional agony, but he didn't think it would ever end. Footsteps echoed through the hallways when one of the guards heard his whimpers and cries. He was never one to scream or yell, but his silent sobs were enough to make anyone sympathetic. Xavier couldn't understand what the guard was babbling about. There wasn't anything wrong with the room. He opened his crystal eyes and examined the room. Did he do all of this? The sheets were thrown across the room and the pillows were torn to shreds. His arms were clawed by his fingernails and the blood was currently going down his arms. He jumped at the guard and grasped his shoulders in his blood-soaked hands. "Please, please you have to help me! I-I don't know what's going on, but it hurts. It's agony." he sobbed and fell to the ground, Xavier's gorgeous face distorted with shame and guilt. The guard took this chance of weakness and injected him with some medication that he didn't care about. All he knew was that it sent him into the darkness he so longed to be in...

Delilah Cervantes
Delilah sat up in her bed, arms wrapped around her knees and pulling them to her chest. It was cold... Or at least, it felt cold. The moon made her shadow fall right in front of her on the wall. It was torture. She saw her pathetic little self curled up shivering. Why was she shivering? It wasn't cold enough for that... Was it... Was it the fact that she was abnormal? Maybe the fact that she was still covered with cuts and bruises from the rocks thrown at her? Delilah didn't care. When she was told she was coming here, she almost ran, but that would only make things worse. So here she was. No doubt, people thought she was insane. She wasn't, was she? Why was she talking to herself? Was it because there wasn't another soul to talk to? That must be it. She talked to herself a little more, her eyes drooping from fatigue.

Then Delilah was taken over by agony. Something was pushing it's way out of her back. No, something was forcing its way out of her back. The pain was unbearable. The pressure against her skin... If she screamed bloody murder, would somebody hear her? Doubtful, these rooms were made for confinement. She screamed anyways, unable to take it much longer. She wanted it to be over. Why didn't her skin rip the way it was supposed to? The first time it was quick and easy, the pain was instant. But this time... She screeched as the wings burst from her back, skin ripping and tearing the wrong way. Strips of her skin hung from the fresh wounds and she took heavy, labored breaths. "I-It's over. It's done. I-I'm -- AH!" she whimpered and yelled at the door. There was so much pain in her mouth, what was going on? Her teeth chipped and her turquoise eyes were squeezed shut in agony. "Oh god, PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME!" she felt tears running down her cheeks, mixing with the blood in her mouth. Strangely... It tasted wonderful to her, but there was too much pain to care. The skin on her back was being pulled together and her fangs were forcing their way out. Her mouth filled with so much blood, some of it ran down her throat and she gagged. She knew there were other people in the room, guards probably. She didn't see or hear them, she felt them. Blood... She thought to herself, eyes snapping up and all pain forgotten. I need it. She jumped on the guards and tried to feed from them, while they tried to beat her down. Neither side was succeeding and they only ended up getting hurt. Delilah pierced the first guard with her new fangs and sank into a heaven. There was so much blood. She realized a bit too late and she froze, staring at the guards and herself, then the guards, then herself. This repeated until she gave one last scream, her phobia of blood finally coming through.

Willow Heartfire

As the door opened she hissed and staggered to the darkest corner in the room, yet it was no use since her white coat of her fur did not blend well in the dark and her ice blue cat eyes glowed. She winced painfully as her claws stabbed out of her skin, her tail growing out from her tail bone, her spine becoming arched and her human features sunk into the face of a female white tiger. She hissed some more as the guard came closer.

''Willow? Why are you like this?'' The guard softly spoke then he suddenly gasped and backed away. ''Willow! W-what happened to you?'' He asked as he backed away more. ''Just come out Willow..'' He asked politly still shaking as the blood that spattered the walls along with afew teeth and bone fragments layed on the ground that surrounded her from her painful transformation.

As she stepped out of the shadowed growling then sat infront of the guard and tilted her head at him and looked at him with lazy eyes.

''What...how...I-I don't understand..'' The guard said confused. ''Why are you really here?'' He asked with a frown on his face.

She then layed down with a loud groan, almost like a sigh. Her pure snowy white fur stained with her blood and blood ripped onto the floor from her mouth where teeth were replaced with longer, sharper and stronger ones. Some were still just hanging on the bloody skin of the mouth and some on the floor. She winced from the pain again as she layed there shaking slightly and tired. She was not going to hurt the guard, only if he didn't hurt her. Call it fair trade.

The another guard came, one who did not know her. ''Fuck! Get away from it! It could kill you!'' He exclaimed as he grabbed the guard that sat infront of her and dragged him out into the hallway.
''Jason! Why are you doing this!? It is Willow! One of the paients!'' He shouted as the other guard got his baton out.

''That thing is not Willow! The bitch must be dead! Look at the blood and bone surrounding the thing! Are you mad!?'' He shouted as he tapped his baton in the palm of his hand.

''I-It can't of.....no...'' He said timidly and fell to the floor and sobbed. ''She was so vulnerable...I-I wasn't here to protect her....Willow...I....failed her..'' He confessed in a absent state of mind, almost on the edge of insanity as rage opened itself out of his eyes. ''I will kill you!''

The other guard quickly stepped in his way and restrained him from his rage. ''Get a grip of yourself Mattew!'' The other guard snapped. The guard sighed as the other calmed down. ''She was crazy anyways Mattew, Plenty of fish in the sea...plus think about it, one more less of paients to look after!'' He bragged. The only guard whacked the back of Jason's head. ''Shut up! W-we...had a connection..'' He said saddened as the other guard sighed and turned back to the creature.

Willow suddenly leaped at Jason with rage flowing through her icy eyes and she plunged her teeth into his arm, drawing blood the guard yelping and pleding for her to stop. Basturd! I am not crazy! He started to whack her with the baton on her head madly as he tried to pull away. Then with a hard swing of the baton Willow ripped flesh from the man and hissed madly with her back bowed and her claws scratching at the hard ground. The guard fell to the ground screaming as he held his arm, the other guard with tears in his eyes dragged the screaming guard out unable to attack the creature before him from the pain of lossing his 'love'.

Then out of the blue another guard shot tranqualizer and got it on her neck and slammed and locked the door. All Willow could make out from the misterious man was that he was tall, dark and out going. None of his features were revealed since light was limited.

Willow growled madly as it hit her neck and she instantly clawed and scratched the door with all her might till she could not anymore. She then flopped to the ground groaning and breathing heavily and struggling to keep her eyes open, she then thought to herself. Cat's out of the bag, for real... Then she closed her eyelids as the tranqualizer started to take affect then fell to a sleep with one last groan.

Schyler Lareny

An aching. It wouldn’t go away and her breathing became a little more rapid. A squeaking. Her eyes darted to the mouse in the room and she frowned. Such a pretty little thing. It was like something inside of her was waking up. A sharp pain sent shivers down her and she screamed but not in extreme pain more out of the thrill of it all. She didn’t hate herself. She didn’t hate the pain, she welcomed it. Schyler let her nails scratch across the floor firmly and she yelped a little as blood slowly trickled from her mouth and a shriek came from her. The sweet smell coming from the blood that slowly dropped onto the floor drove her mad; Insane almost. She eyed the mouse as it tried to scuttle away. There was no hope for it. A small laugh came from Schyler. She wouldn’t call out for help but someone must have heard her screams as small wings pushed themselves out of her back causing scream after scream of delight and more than anything a small growl taunting her throat. She couldn’t control what was happening to her and it had never hurt this much before and now it was causing tears to fall down her face. She rolled gracefully onto her back eyeing the mouse even more as the dirty little creature scurried around trying to escape from her.
Someone had heard her. The guard made his way and stood outside the door. Screams came from it and more followed. It sounded like screams of enjoyment but with the patients history the girl could be burning alive and the screams would be that of pure pleasure. He looked at his watch. What madness had made him pick this job? As the door squealed open he shuddered and peered in at the girl on the floor lying on her back with a mouse torn apart into a bloody pulp hanging from her fingers above her head. He stumbled back instantly shocked and then appalled to hear her groan in pain.
“The pain... It won’t stop... It’s excilerating.” Her voice was sweet and dreamy like she wasn't quiet with it. She looked at the guard and began sitting up, her eyes ropy and her hair clinging to her face as she tossed the mouse at him. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking... My new mouse knows what happens to people who forget their manners...” She let out another blood curdling cry as she convulsed and her fragile body shook again making her look almost corpse like. The guard shook his head not believing his eyes. The mouse, the wings and that lazy yawn which revealed... Fangs. Blood was coating her body and parts of the floor but she’d kept the room intact like she hadn't attempted to move.
“W-w-what.... are you?” He cried. He grabbed the tazer that loosely hung from his belt and kept it concealed from her. She sighed and then shuddered again tearing at her clothes shaking her head.
“It hurts... It all hurts” another groan, another scream and she had her hands on him lacing in his hair violently. Before any damage could be done the guard had reacted and the girls limp body slumped on him still shivering with the effects of the pain. Confussed and terrified the guard stood quickly and ran from the room leaving her behind. Leaving the ... thing in its place. It was mad. Whatever it was it was mad and unholy.

Dawn Heatherbridge

Dawn's eyes widened she was scared. screams erupted from various rooms in the asylum. She got up, Dawns bare feet touched the cold floor. She heard the clicks and cracks of her joints. Dawn whimpered as her frail body protested to her standing. Dawn's eyes twitched as they adjusted to the dark. She heard the guards at the end of her corridor, she shied away from there big bodies. The corridor was empty and desolated, Dawns heart beat faster as she reached her door. She needed to stretch her legs, Dawn placed her delicate hands on the door handle, she twisted it slowly. Dawn laughed. It was a loud hollow sound. It pierced through the silence, slicing the thick air. Dawns hands shook, she was weak with exhaustion and malnutrition. The tension was building she hated being cramped up in a room. She opened the door slowly and stepped outside into the corridor. Dawn threaded lightly down the hall. The security guard flashed his torch on her face. She brought her pallid arm up to her face to shied way from it

(occ finish later :) )

Advancement post

The guards were shock at the scene they were watching it was to the point that they had to call in back as thoughts and questions filled their minds like 'What is wrong with them?', 'This is inhuman', 'I'm going to be sick', 'How sick are these people.' Soon two scientists arrived at the scene with a couple guards "What happen here?" one of the scientists asked the witnessing guards but they simply shrugged with a confused look on their faces.

"Very well, bring them to the lab," The same scientist ordered as he along with his apprentice walked down the corridors "and be careful with them" he added before turning the corner.

"How the hell are we suppose to bring the body to the lab?" The witnessing guard asked the other but he simply shrugged, he was not phased as if he seen this plenty of times before. They slowly position the patient's body so they could carry it easily, as they lifted the body they made sure the entire body was off the ground as another guard escorted them to the lab. It was a good thing that tonight was such a quiet night and that no one was out their rooms or in their rooms needing to be attended to. They had to take the private elevators that needed ID cards to reach the lab two levels below the Asylum, the first underground level was the solitary floor where troubled patients were sent to for various reasons and various time frames.

Entering the lab the guards was escorted down the white hallways, even though this was a secure area there were Plexiglas windows everywhere so that they were able to see what was going on in every room, every room except for the rooms at the end of the hallway and that was exactly where the guards were heading. This was the first time these guards have been down here, except for the guard escorting them, so they were distracted by all the experiments and actions that were being taken place here. One of the doors at the end of the hall opened as a scientist in a full body contamination suit stepped out and held the door open for them.

"Weird" One of the guards carrying the patient said as they entered the bright room, the room was empty except for a metal table in the center with a rack beside it that had medical equipment.

"Set the body on the table" The scientist simply said as she watched from the doorway, the guards followed her directs and slowly left the room noticing the walls were nothing but glass which they were sure was a one-way window. Without a thank you the scientist closed the door behind the guards leaving only her and the guard that was escorting the other guards within the room. "Alright let's begin" The scientist said as she walked over to the body and began the process of checking the condition of the patient, they were stable for the most part. After checking on their condition she started taking blood samples and took a syringe from the rack, squirting the fluid a little in the air she pressed it against the patient's skin. Without hesitation she penetrated the skin and injected the fluid into the patient's bloodstream, treating their wounds she allowed the guard to carry the patient. The scientist motioned the guard to follow her and he did, they went to the third floor which had a smaller capacity of rooms, this floors was for special cases such as this one. The floor was highly monitored, under surveillance, and contained extra protection so that it was difficult for the patients to escape. They placed the patient in one of the many rooms and left, leaving them within the room all cleaned and clothed in new outfits... the patient slept until the sun reached their rooms signaling the morning.


Melissa Rose

The room was close to complete silence except for Melissa's light breathing and the bed that cradled Melissa's idle body gave a very light groan as her body slowly rolled onto its side. Melissa was dreaming of another time a time when everything was good, a time when she was still there but subconsciously her mind knew this was a past time a time that she was not in. In a quick jerk she was brought back into consciousness and reality flooded in and as if to compensate she curled up in a small ball as if trying to shrink away from the world. She stayed in that tight ball for a few minutes before realization of the new room and new clothing she wore was brought to her attention, she sat up and glanced around then down at her new clothing that was a bit large but it sufficed. "What happened?" She asked herself before memory of last night replayed in her head. She ended up off the bed on her feet yanking her shirt off and throwing it on her bed as her breathing became labored.

"Okay, calm down Melissa you're fine, it was all a dream... a dream... a dream..." She repeated to herself over and over again as if to prepare herself for what was to come; she slowly reached behind her lightly tracing her fingertips down her back until they met the stitched wounds where her wings once were but now they were hidden underneath all that flesh stitches. Her breathing became unstable and rushed as her fingers continued tracing the wounds once her fingers reached the back of her bra she froze as she tried calming herself. Just as she began to calm herself down a pain surge from her stomach and she ended up doubling over and stumbling over to her bed as her stomach groaned "Dammit". She pressed herself against the bed waiting for the pain to go away as she heard footsteps going up and down the hallway "I guess everyone's awake," she mumbled against her sheets "I guess I better be out there...".


Keith Wrath

"Ugh, get away" Keith whispered in his sleep as his body rolled to its side then back to the other side; the nightmares were attacking him in his dreams once again and he was in the middle of a nightmare. Groaning and clawing at the bedsheets he continued to live the nightmare that seemed so real and to anyone witnessing him was sure that this was a nightmare because he gave all the signs, or at least signs a dog would give. "Don't you dare" He growled before kicking and clawing some more, the nightmare was sure to continue but when he rolled once more he fell off the bed and hit the floor with a loud thud. Jumping up and getting into a crouched stance he growled at every possible thing within the room as if it was his attacker. "Damn," He said as he calmed down and got to his feet to scratch his head and stare down at the spot he fell from "another stupid nightmare". "This isn't my room" The new room caught his attention right away and observing it some more he was positive this was not his room, thinking this was a mistake he walked towards the door and opened the large steel door and peered outside looking up and down the hallway wondering if they were allowed out their room. By the looks of patients walking up and down the hallway he assumed they were, tucking his hands into his pockets he walked out his room and began walking down the hall.

Keith continued his walk down the hall stealing glances into each opened or cracked door since this was his first time in his area so he wasn't so sure of his way around the place. Reaching a stairway he made his way to the end off the hall he noticed a front desk so he walked up to the lady behind the large oak desk, "Yes, may I help you?" the lady immediately gave him her attention. "yeah, um...," Keith began but he noticed two guards behind the lady and they seemed ready to beat him to a pulp if he made the wrong move as for the lady she seemed a little uncomfortable "that's not my room". The lady leaned over and pointed straight at the room he woke up in "Yes, that's your room or at least it is now. You have been relocated" she answered and went back to her paperwork as if it explained everything but when he began again one of the guards placed his hand on his baton. "Whatever" He said letting it go and walked back towards his room, he was giving up on the matter since it seemed like there was no way around this new arrangement. Back in his room he laid on his bed with his head lifted up by the pillow underneath it to stare out his wide open door to stare out at the people walking past his room "I guess I could get used to this".

"No, no, get away from me. I'm normal. I swear. I didn't mean to do that..." Nala tossed in her bed until the morning rays woke her from her restless slumber. It was morning. She had survived the night. She opened her crystal blue eyes. "Ughn." Her head felt discontected to her body. Drugs never did well for her. What had happened? Nala sat up, and rubbed the back of her head. Red locks of hair fell in front of her eyes as she looked around her new room. Everything was so...bright. When she looked down, a small gasp escaped her lips.Small burns covered her skin like wisps, and she had new clothes. How did she end up here? All that the element controller could remember was a strong sense of fear, darkness, then lots of light dotting her room like lanterns. The air that she breathed in stung her lungs, as if she had been choking on ice water. Other than the burns everything seemed normal. Her hair was a little singed, which she found odd. What had happened last night?

Nala stood up, leaning on the wall for support. When had she changed? Why was she here? Her palms were wrapped up with bandages. Worse burns than the one n her arms and neck? She stretched, letting some of her joints pop. More room. This place had more room. The sound of footsteps made her jump and she headed to the door, peeking out the window. There were others? She rubbed the last remaints of sleep from her eyes and slowly opened the door, stepping out. This place seemed...more contained than her last hallway. There were no screams, no lunatics on the rampage threatening to gouge her eyes out. She could get used to this.

She stood by her door, leaning on it slightly, looking around. Maybe all last night was just a bad dream. She could force herself to believe that. The sense of curiosity overwhelmed her and she peeked into some of the windows that surrounded her. Where there others like her? Freaks of natures? People who were actually sane?

Willow Heartfire

Willow started to shake as she came to, she was back to her normal self and reclothed and she sighed in relief. ''Was it all a dream?'' She asked herself as she got to her feet. She the fell to the floor, her leg were like jelly and she giggled ot herself then she coughed up tooth and her eyes widened as she sat cross-legged on the ground she yet noticed. ''D-did it really h-happen...oh..god..'' She then dropped the tooth and curled into a ball and rocked herself back and forth.

''I-I hurt Jason....Oh god...I really did bite him...'' She said aloud still rocking back and forth and her eyes as wide as a newly bloomed flower. She then got to her feet and looked around. ''I am in another room?'' She decided to dismiss it for the time being and she went to the door and tried to open it, it didn't. ''Of course...they don't want a beast like me free..'' She hissed with shame then she fell to the floor and rested against the door and she sobbed quietly. ''Mattew...I am here...I am not dead..I am here..'' She said the a sorrowful expression on her face.

She started to continue to repeat. ''Mattew, I am here. I am not dead.'' Over and over again to the point that she had a emotionless face and monotone invaded her voice. She continued and continued till her throat could not take it. SHe crocked and coughed after hours of endless repeating then rage suddenly struck her like a knife and she clutched her fists and started to smack the ground over and over again. ''I am here! I am here! I am here!'' She shouted madly until her voice lost itself and her fists were completely smashed and bloody.

She cries and then layed onto the floor in her blood that stained the new clothing and her hair. She then closed her eyes and talked aloud to herself. ''I am here...'' She continuely repeated.

Evania woke. The short sentence signified the abnormality of that simple action. Evania hadn't woken in quite a while. In the little time she ever gets some sleep, her terrors have woken her up in a very horrid state. 'Hmm...' Hearing footsteps outside of her door she got up and walked to it, peeking out to see people walking up and down the hall. Only then did she remember the events of the previous night, and only then did she realize that she had been moved to a new room. 'Well, no mirrors, that's a plus! Now, I should go talk with Kaiden.' Kaiden being a gaurd she often conversed with aand the only one she didn't refer to as a sentry (and the one which had dragged her outside last night), she felt the need to clear some things up. And so, visiting the bathroom and doing her best to reduce the amount of eye bagagge for the day, she stepped out into the busy hallway to find her night time captor.

Down a stairway she reached the front desk, where the ever-lovely Lorriane sat lecturing a boy about his new room. 'Huh, guess I'm not the only one who got a new one. Curious.' "'Ello, Lorriane! How's your morning?" "Fine. Now what would you like?," she replied. Yup, she sure seems to love working with the loonies.' "Uh... have you seen Kay lately? Can't seem to find him, but I need him to answer something for me."

"Over here!" The overly friendly gaurd, standing by the stairs, seemed a bit on edge today... but he was a good actor. "What's up, Eva?"

"Hey. Uh, did I have any terrors last night? 'Cause I remember something that was horrid enough, just need clarification. So, if you know..." His nod cut her of mid-stream, and his answer was so typical that she shivered. "Yeah. Uh... a bad one. We had to carry you out. Do you like your new room?" 'Sure I like it, but the people around here seem a lot more... sane. Do I belong here?' "Yup!," she replied, almost too enthusiascitc for the cause. Sobering up, she blew him a kiss and walked towards the stairs. "Hey, thanks. For some reason I was worried. I'll talk to you later, alright? Gotta eat breakfast... yuck." Actually, the food was quite good, but the whole ritual of breakfast annoyed her... and plus it reminded her of her prediciment.

Era woke in a small room and remembered that just a few hours before she had been forced to be in this dreaded place. "Mother...!" she called out in anger but stayed sitting and when a quick nauseating pain filled her body she doubled over. "Shii...." she whispered and her door opened to reveal a guard how walked over to her "Hey you are you dead?" he asked gruffly and nudged her with his booted foot. After a hiss of pain he backed off a little, suddenly sharp popping and cracking noises filled the room and she screamed in complete agony. Slowly while and black hair started to sprout on her body and her long hair started to reside. After of tortures pain in her place there was a snow leopard that stared at the guard like he was a dumb ass. Era's only thoughts were 1) why didn't he run and 2) why did her first change happen here. Just to amuse herself she crouched down like she was going to attack him, when he ran looking for a doctor he for got to close the door and after concentrating on shifting back she was a human again and she decided to explore the hospital.

Delilah Cervantes
Delilah woke to the stinging pain in her back. Her wings were folded once again, but they were still throbbing, trying to burst out again. It wasn't as strong this time, thankfully, otherwise the stitches on her back would prove useless. Blood would splatter everywhere like it did before and her skin would rip into shreds hanging off of the wound. Her fingers moved up to her mouth, looking for her fangs. She found none. They were gone and she was completely normal... Or, at least, as normal as she could be. After waking up, the only thing Delilah wanted was to move around. In this cramped little room, there was no way she could do that. Sliding onto her feet, she shuffled to the door and turned it, surprised to find that it was unlocked. Opening the door, she slid into the hallway. There were others there... She looked at them curiously. What were they doing there? Should she approach them? "He-Hello." she choked out. Her voice was dry and quiet, but it was audible.

Xavier Vladimir Cyan
Sunlight. Of course sunlight would be shining in his face. Of course that would be the thing waking him up. With a groan, he sat up in the bed and took a look around. There were only blurred shapes and colors, not that he minded. The world looked like a better place when you couldn't exactly make anything out. But, soon enough, his vision cleared and he saw the mess he caused that night. He winced at the scratches on his arms and stood. Or at least, he tried to stand. The room began to spin and he fell against the door, his hand gripping the handle tightly until his knuckles turned white. Opening the door, he burst out into the hallway, but his wrists were grabbed by a guard that just 'happened' to be passing by. He tried to rip his arms from the man's hands but it was no use. He was still too dizzy to use much strength against him. Even as intimidating as he was. "Please, I-I just need fresh air. I need to get out of that... that room." he sounded like he was pleading, and he probably was. The guard hesitated. He didn't know what to do just then.

Dawn hated sleeping yet some how she managed to fond unconsciness.  Her dreams were filled with the normal things.  People shifting into strange animals.  This one dream haunted her continuously.  Dawn ran it through her mind.

The crunching of the leaves hurt against her bare feet. Dawn stumble around with no clear destination.  She just knew she had to get away fast.  She was busy watching her step when out of no where a ear piercing scream cut through the dark night.  Dawn swung herself around and backed up against a tree.  The being was obviously in agony but she was to paralyzed with fear to do anything.  Their body twisted unnaturally,  his screams turned into howls. Dawn frantically wished she was somewhere else anywhere else.  The man was now unrecognizable.  A giant brown wolf stood in his place. Dawn squeaked.  The wolf lunged toward her,  she awoke with a jump.  

Dawn was in a room with other people,  she cocked her head when a female came into the small room.  Dawn glowered at everyone keeping her head down.  She wiped tears from her face, no matter how many times she had that nightmare it always brought her to tears.  But it actually happened!  She would scream time and time again.  No one believed Dawn, no one believed her when she told them someone had tried to suck her blood. They all though she was a super twilight fan gone wrong. so they sent her here.  To rot.  Dawn knew she was dead now.  She would never return to see anyone.  Not even James had objected to her being carted off to the looney bin.  Loving James... She though sarcastically.  He didn't think twice when her parents suggested some more evasive treatment.  

She scoffed, wrapping her breakable ivory arm around her nobly knees.  Dawns eyes were blank Amd expressionless,  she was dead inside.  She didn't even bother to wipe away the String of tears leaking rapidly from her eyes.  She was cold,  she started shivering violently.  Her lack of body mass meant she was continuously cold no matter the weather.  Dawn didn't bother to ask for a blanket she just sat very still, shivering and crying in silence.

"MEATBALLS!! YOU STOLE MY MEATBALLS!!! GIVE THEM BACK TO ME!! GIVE ME BACK MY MEATBALLS!" screamed a woman who was being dragged down the hallway by two guards.
Satella sighed at the sound of the insane womans ramblings........it was just one more thing preventing her for getting a good nights rest in this hell hole.

As she sat up and crossed her legs, she began to dwell on the past.........something she had swore she wouldn't do!
"Damn it, I don't belong in here!!" she randomly yelled out as she slammed her first down on the mattress beneath her.......which caused a sudden burst of air to shoot out from her body - forcing her room door off it's hinges and into the hallway.
"Ooopsie!" she said in a bit of a childlike voice......Satella had been quite aware of her powers for a while now, and knew they reacted off of her emotional state.....but she often lost sight of that when upset....
So with her anger pretty much gone, she jumped up from her bed and poked her head out into the hallway.........sure enough she was met by two guards. "What in the hell!? What did you do!?" yelled the short fat balding guard, who she referred to as Lardo in her head, but Officer Thompson to his face.
Ignoring him, Satella quickly wrapped her arms around the waist of the other guard, a man she hadn't seen there before......"I'm so sorry, i haven't a clue what happened........i just tapped it with my first lightly, i promise.........you beleive me, don't you!?" she said to the man in her arms, as her face wore a seductively pouty expression.
The man was speechless, and simply stared at Satella for a few moments before Thompson came over and pried her off of him. "Keep your hands off of him! You are not to touch one of the-" Satella cut him off. "-officials working on duty here, it's a violation of the blah blah blah..........come on Thompson, why so strict!?" she asked softly as she went to learn on his shoulder.........but without warning he jabbed her in the gut, which garnered an immediate response from Satella in the form of a crisp punch underneath Thompsons chin......sending him flailing back against the wall.
"Wrong move!" he yelled out as he slowly regained his balance and pulled out a baton. Satellas eyes went wide....."Stay away from me with that thing!!" she yelled towards the guard, instinctively putting herself in a defensive stance..........but Thompson then pulled out his Taser gun and shot Satella directly in the stomach........sending her to her knees. "None of that martial arts crap, not tonight!" he spat, as he pulled Satellas head back by her pig tails, which caused her to scream.............a scream that at first was simply deafening.......but after a few more seconds, it was a scream that conjured up violent winds, that began to circle around her body widly....until they shot forward, sending both guards out of her room and into the hallway wall with great force - knocking them unconscious.

A bit out of it, Satella fell on her hands - placing herself on all fours, and took a few deep breaths........before standing up and walking out where her door once stood.
As she stared down at Thompson she stuck out her tongue, and then grabbed his baton - breaking it in two over her knee and then throwing it down beside him.
Satellas gaze then made it's way to the other guard. "Awes, i'm sorry.......i didn't mean to knock you out too hunnie....but, things happen, eh!?" she said softly, before taking off down the hallway.

'Where to go, where to go!?' she wondered, as she made her way through the dark halls......
Finally she wandered into the deserted kitchen beside the cafeteria......Satella gleefully ran over to the freezer and opened it up - quickly spotting her target - a tub of Vanilla ice cream.
She then grabbed a spoon, and jumped up on to the deep freezer to enjoy it.......
She had a good 10-15 minutes of alone time, before the lights suddenly flicked on and Satella was once again shot with a taser gun.......but this time, it hit her in her stomach 5 times, before she fell to the ground in convulsions.
"You get her feet, i'll get her arms!" she heard one of the guards say.........she tried to protest, but to no avail.....she wasn't able to speak, and her body was still moving on it's own accord, so she was pretty much helpless as they carried her back to her room........which four guards stood outside of.

Satella was harshly dropped to the ground and then told to stand..........so fighting through the last of the convulsions, she did what she was told.......and walked into her room.
"Now if you even think of going off half-cocked like that again, you'll be on the ground in 3 seconds flat! Understand!?" the man who ordered her to stand before asked, but Satella merely stared daggers at him. "Fine, don't answer me.....but these four men here have been instructed to shoot first, and ask questions later..........so if i was you, i'd behave." he spat with a smirk, before walking out of the room.

Searing with anger and annoyance, Satella flounced down on her bed and turned towards the wall......she then strained to listen to the conversation that was going on outside of her room.
"Sorry to inconvenience you, but we need you guys here to act as the door to this room until it can be replaced.....we will not permit her to go off like that whenever she feels like it, i don't care how much her father is paying us to keep her here!" she heard a man say, before he walked away.

'I wonder how much he's paying them.............i mean, how much does the debasing of a human soul go for these days?' Satella thought to herself dejectedly, before slowly falling asleep.



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Hours later, Satella shot up straight in her bed in a cold sweat........she was once again dreaming about Kyle.....a dream that always started out as a pleasant memory, but morphed into a horrid reminder of his death. "I have to get out of this room! It's too much! It's making me think too much!" she yelled, her boarder-line claustrophobia setting in for a moment as she walked towards the opening that once housed her door..........but now, housed a pack of guards.

"Oh, um......good morning gentlemen!" said Satella, in a rather sweet tone. "I'll just be going to breakfast now......" she added, as she attempted to slide past them nonchalantly....
But she was grabbed by both her arms and held back. "I don't think so lady........we were instructed to make sure you didn't leave!" said one of the guards, causing Satella to sigh for a moment, before turning around and pressing her face directly in front of his........."Why yes, but that was last night..........it's morning time now, luv..........if i don't eat, i can't sustain my figure......." she said in a sultry manner, before moving to the center of the four guards around her and holding out her arms ".......now that would be dreadful, right? You wouldn't want me to turn into a bony little stream-bean would you?" she added, with a grin. 'Come onnnnnn, let me go!' she thought to herself, as she mentally grew tired of the sweet talking she was having to go on with.

It took a few more minutes of convincing before they agreed to let her go into the main lobby of the asylum, and then the cafeteria..........but they told her the only way she could go, is if they went with her. "Oh, sounds lovely........four of mine own body guards!" she said teasingly - biting down on her lip before turning around and heading towards the front desk & the main lobby.

'Great, i have four huge losers following me around for an undetermined amount of time.....who am i? Madonna or something........sheesh!' she thought - giggling a bit at the mention of Madonna.
It wasn't long before she spotted the front desk.........'Glad to see someone is there......maybe i can find out how long i'll have this entourage with me!!' she thought, as she made her way over to the desk.

Schyler Lareny

She woke up with an aching feeling corsing through her body. One violent shake the the feeling was gone though leaving her mind almost as empty as before. Unfamilier surroundings trapped her in and she closed her eyes imagining the walls a deep back and lights. Life is more like this She added a smalll waterfall the noise of rushing water streaming into her mind and she joleted back into the room. It was bland and boring but still with her imagination she could transform it. "This isn't reality." She murmered and stood up trailing her fingers round the wall as she walked circles and circles the many thrilling textures of leaves and brick were comforting. Anyone who could see this would notice that she was actually in a blank room that looked like a hospital ward and her rambiling about birds and trees were fake but it seemed so real to the patient in question. Schyler hadn't let it escape her mind that her wings had gone and her lips were starting to crack. She'd have to find another naughty mouse and teach it a lesson. She lovingly rubbed the back of her hand agaisnt her cheek shuddering at the pure thought but animal blood wouldn't sustain her much longer. She moaned and let her bare feet trundle to the door her eyes peering out a little window in it and she turned her head from side to side wanting to have breakfast she crept out and a few of the guards watched her but she seemed harmless now her eyes all sleepy and innocent. She trailed her hand down the wall and the smell of food made her mouth almost water but she sighed and slid down a corridor wall deciding to skip breakfast and sit outside the canteen her legs spread out in front of her and a heavy heart as she realised that she wasn't hungry anymore a hate bubbling up inside her and the desperate need for some form of pain. She growled and dragged her nails down her arm repeatdly, trying desperatly to get some response from her almost dead body not caring as people walked by her to get their food her eyes pricking with tears at her failed attempts to cause herself harm.

“Oh yes master more.” She moaned the loud crack of the whip smacking hard against her butt which was protruded into the air begging for more hits. “It was me master I was a bad girl hit me more.” Her red crimson eyes turned back to stare into the face of him or her, the one person that could make her bow before them and lick their feet if they so wished it. The one who held the long black belt in their hand she wanted more of the beatings she loved them and it was more than she could ask for, but everything became black and there she stood in the darkness and there he was the one man she feared more than anybody else in the world, his sapphire blue eyes watching her undressing her in his very mind. In two steps he made it to her and smacked her to the ground and climbed over top of her and began ripping at her clothes “its your fault for being such a whore” his deep gruff voice muttered.

Her eyes snapped open sweat pouring down her head and a scream from her lips, feet pounded down the hallway coming to her room, ever since she had gotten here nightmare after nightmare, she needed to get out of this place she wasn’t crazy, why did people claim her to be crazy, she forced herself to her feet a little shakily as she let her eyes close and began breathing heavily her door had been opened and at the door stood Ralph, a guard she had been doing special favors for to get around the asylum at night. He glanced at her naked body and in a wave of lust and the terror in her eyes he cleared the space between them he slammed the back of his hand across her face and watched her fall back onto the bed and he began undressing, Nina slammed her foot upward between the mans legs and grabbed his nightstick from his waist as he began to fall. She slammed it across his head , Once, twice until the man stopped moving all together she was still breathing heavily with tears in her eyes as the man died. She stood there for a minute until the footsteps of the patrolled guards died away outside of her barred window. She looked down at the man then around the room before realizing she couldn’t hide him here and realizing that she needed to find a place to hide his body. Then it happened she dropped to the ground and began convulsing into pain.

Her body began shooting with pain and her eyes shut tightly thinking about something else as her transformation began starting with the yellow and black tail that shot from her body and protruding outward. Her hair and face were the next thing to change forcing her snout to protrude outward and form into the black stub her body began shaking as the yellow hair took over her entire body he hands and feet turned into paws with sharp nails attached to them, her fangs protruded from her mouth and a mighty roar erupted from her lips as she alerted the guards that she was here. She walked forward and out the door and glanced to her left and right her crimson eyes glaring at the guards on either side of her she licked her lips and crouched down ready to pounce when they struck her side the little things she recognized as the piercing pieces of the Tasers four or five of them striking her on either side forcing her to the ground with a whimper as she looked up with sad eyes before her conscious faded.

Once coming to her sense she was in a room her human form now exposed and naked lying on her bed. She got up shakily her legs as weak as before and her mind blank. What had happened she wondered as she slowly dressed and headed to her door, the guards outside of her room had changed becoming armed guards carrying tranquilizer guns she sighed and turned the knob realizing the door was open she walked out and the two armed guards without speaking escorted her to breakfast. Great she thought these guys have to follow me around, a soft sigh came to her lips as she entered the cafeteria and made her way to a table by herself, she sat down the guards staying at the door as she began eating silently without saying anything. To know one and not even thinking about how the food taste she just ate.

Dawn didn't want to eat but she did want to stretch her legs. Dawn stood up hearing her joints crack like an old ladies. She started walking, the guards didn't follow her closely. She wasn't a real physical danger to them. They just trailed behind her invade she had a melt down. Dawn walked down the corridor slowly. She saw a girl sitting against the wall, dawn was tired from walking. She decided to join her, dawn slid down the wall next to the girl who was clawing at her arm. She knew how the girl felt. Dawn was so empty all the time, she needed pain bistro remember she was alive. Dawn sat a little way away from her.

"hello, I'm dawn". She looked as the girls nails made no imprint or mark on her skin. She almost found it strange, dawns face was blank and doll like. She stare out into the distance not intirerly coherent. Dawn saw someone else coming down the cooridor, they looked even less alive then she did. Something was odd about them, the guys feet were touching the ground and a giant hole was gone from his neck. Dawn whimpered as the guy came closer, he murmured a warning at dawn an then left.

"he's not real, hes not real". Dawn chanted over and over. Dawn scrruied a little away from the girl. She dug her nails into her legs,

"this is real." she told herself. Dawn realized the girl
Must think she was crazy, she wasn't crazy just desperate and alone. Dawns insides suddenly became very hollow, she sat in silence now staring at the adjacent wall. Dawn knew the guy would be back, he would come and get her when she was alone.

[[*Quick note: Satella calls the white straight jackets, "the jacket(s)"*]]



As she approached the front desk, Satella passed by a young man[Keith] who appeared to be annoyed.......something about him made her stop, and watch what room he went into.
'He doesn't seem......nuts.' she thought to herself with a small laugh, before she walked towards his open room door - completely forgetting the four guards following her every move.

Once she got to his door she slowly began to poke her head into his room.......curious to see if he really was like her.......sane.
But before she could really get a good look, one of the guards following her stepped directly in front of the door and looked over to her. "What are you doing Satella!? I thought you were going to the lobby desk and then to breakfast." the guard snapped at her, like she was his child.
"SHHHH!!!" said Satella, as her cheeks went red.
'Moronic guard! I hope that guy didn't see me.....snooping like a creep!' she thought to herself as she quickly walked away from the door, and towards the desk.

Finally reaching the desk, Satella leaned her chest onto the counter and smiled, ever so slightly, at the woman behind the desk.
"Hi, my name is Satella Violet and well, i'm afraid there was an issue last night, and i accidentally broke my door off it's hinges and now, i have this lovely 4-man entourage following me around..........and well, i was wondering if you could tell me how long this will last for? Oh, and also - how long will it take for my room door to be fixed?" asked Satella, rather nonchalantly, as if it was every day that a girl broke a door off it's hinges and received four guards as shadows.
The woman stared at her a bit wide-eyed, before responding. "Um, you broke your door?" she asked, to which Satella simply shook her head, with a somewhat-cocky smile.
"Okay then, I'm afraid your new found security detail, as abnormal as it might be, is going to be with you until either the Director or one of the head guards, such as Thompson, release these guys of their duty. And i don't know when-" Satella cut the woman off. "WHAT!? you mean i could be stuck with these lose-, guards, for the rest of the day!??" yelled Satella, only lowering her voice towards the very end of her sentence.
"Um, yes.....i'm sorry young lady" responded the woman, as Satella layed her head down on the counter. "Oh it's not your fault.......what about my door though?" she inquired dejectedly7.
"Now that should be fixed by tonight! If not, they'll move you to another room." said the woman, before she picked up the ringing phone.
'I guess this is what i deserve for losing control last night.....at least i wasn't drugged or thrown in the jacket!' Satella thought to herself as she strutted into the cafeteria - the four guards in tow closely behind her........she wasn't happy, not one bit, but she still wore a small flirtatious smile on her face.


"Lots please....." said Satella, as she walked through the lunch line and spotted hash brown patties among other things. "Just hash browns?" the man asked rather flatly. "Yes, only hash browns please........" responded Satella.......and the man obliged, but not after looking at her as if she had asked for eyeball stew.

As Satella then went to grab a fork, one of the guards stopped her hand. "No utensils!" he snapped, causing Satella to pout as she turned around. "Why not!?" she asked in a cutesy voice.....attempting to pull one over on the man. "You're a code Red for the day.........you've lost most of your privileges and are lucky that we're allowing you out, simple as that.....now sit." the man responded, which made Satellas pout morph into a complete frown. "Fine then!" she snapped back, before grabbing some salt, and sitting down in the back of the room - while the four guards stood directly behind her.......two on each side. 'How absolutely unnecessary!' she thought, as she poured the salt on and began to eat her mountain of hash brown patties.
Satella then began to sing No Doubt's "it's my life" softly under her breath, as she stared out of the window, eating.........she was NOT looking forward to her day, as usual.

Delilah Cervantes
She was about to approach the others when a guard grabbed her arms from behind. She screeched and looked back, scared and defenseless. He looked at her with a fake smile plastered on his face and tried to hold her hair gently. "It's time for breakfast, I'm escorting you there." she looked at him with wide eyes. Escort? Why would she need an escort? She wasn't dangerous... She struggled as his hold loosened, but he managed to grip her wrists so she couldn't escape. Her body trembled and she felt the pressure on her back again. "No... No. No!" she let out soft whimpers and felt the stitches ripping ever so slowly. The blood seeped through her clothes and she looked back at the guard. She felt helpless. He could help her, he could save her. "Please, save me from, from, from..." Delilah stopped. Save her from what? What was it exactly he was saving her from? The pain? Herself? "Save me from him..." she gasped softly. Ever since that transformation in that room, there was a voice, telling her to escape. It was telling her that transforming was the only way to get out and be satisfied. The guard saw her hopelessness and looked around, clueless of what to do. Another guard came up and she felt a sharp pain in her arm. She didn't black out from the pain, but it did go away slowly. The pressure was released from her back and it started hurting less and less. The voice in her head receded. "Oh thank you..." she whispered, getting onto her knees. "Thank you so much." she became a sobbing mess in the hallway, blood seeping through her shirt and onto the ground.

(Xavier coming tomorrow)