Devon woke up in an empty room, in new clothes, with her anklet the only thing she recognized. She stood to her feet and steadied herself. Where the hell am I? She walked towards the door, turning the cold handle, to find that it was not locked. She stepped out into the hall and started walking for a few minutes before almost colliding with a group of people. She stopped in her tracks, moving some of her long brown hair out of her face. She looked at the group. There were just a few people. Maybe one of them knew something about what was going on.

"Sorry." She said dryly. She scanned each person. Had they been moved too? Why had she been moved? What happened to those guards she had seen the night before? Questions buzzed around in her mind. She pushed them away as she opened her mouth to say something. "I'm Devon." she said finally.

Kira Fenris

Kira sat upright quickly, a thin layer of sweat coating her forehead. She groaned as she slumped forward, clutching her head in her hands. What happened last night? She thought hard back to the night before, not remembering much beside the nightmare and waking up because of it. Suddenly, it hit her, she was in a new room, and not naked as she had been previously. In fact, she saw all her things piled in the open drawers of her dresser. Slowly, she looked down at her arms and her eyes widened when she saw them. A few quickly healing scratches still riddled her arms from the transformation. She gasped and flung herself out of bed, looking down at her legs. A few bandages covered her legs and she could feel the bandage on her back. She ran into her bathroom and slammed her fists down onto the counter. In the mirror, she saw her hair in a wild mess and a small scratch running across her forehead. She stepped back and leaned onto the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor after a moment. She took deep breaths and tried to stop her shaking.
After a few moments, she stood up and turned the bath on. She stripped herself of all clothing, all bandages and stepped into the hot water. She sat and leaned against the back of the tub. After taking a deep breath she slid down until her whole body was submerged. She stayed this way for as long as she could before popping her head out of the water and taking deep, gasping breaths. She grabbed a bar of soap and cleaned herself quickly. She stepped out of the bath and let the water drain. She grabbed a towel and dried herself, taking care not to agitate any of her wounds.
She dropped the towel on the floor and walked into her room, naked. She grabbed an over-sized white t-shirt and some baggy gray sweats. She also grabbed some undergarments, slipping them on before putting on the other clothing. She completed her outfit with a pair of bright green socks and her tan slippers. She walked over to her door and leaned on it, jiggling the doorknob, expecting it to be locked. Instead, the door flew open and she stumbled out of the room, falling to the hall-floor with a thud.


Shane Blare White

Shane snapped his eyes open, taking a deep breath. For a moment, he figured he was still in his usual room, until he sat up and sunlight hit his closed eyes. He turned away before opening his eyes and looking around the new room. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed. Where was he? Suddenly, the memory of the past night hit him. The blood, the dead guard slumped against the wall, the other guard calling for help.
His head quickly met his hands with a quiet smacking sound. He took a deep breath and let one hand drop, rubbing his eyes with the other. He stretched, groaning at the slight soreness he still felt from his wings growing from his back. Relaxing, he walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. He undressed and got into the shower, allowing the warm water to flow over his head and back. With a sigh he cleaned himself quickly and shut the water off after rinsing himself. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself with a towel. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked into his room, grabbing a pair of dark jeans and a white button down shirt. He reached into a higher drawer and pulled out boxers, slipping them on quickly. He quickly put his clothes on and put a pair of black skate shoes on.
He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and opened his door. He looked down the hall and saw a group of people. He walked down the hall towards them.

Having looked over her shoulder already when the door opened, Florence spotted the younger girl walking up to her. Her height was made much more apparent when she stood beside Florence, also observing the group just a few doors down the hall. Florence, however, immediately turned her attention to her new companion. She had black hair, much like her own, only much, much longer. Her eyes were confused and her brow was furrowed to help this emotion show stronger. So, it was obvious she had just showed up last night as well. Her next sentence confirmed this cognizance. Florence looked her in the face for quite a while, her arms crossed loosely over her small bust.

"Florence Potter, nice to meet you." She spoke with her quiet voice. Her next question was an understandable follow up and Florence also took her time answering it as well. With the way she stuttered in mid-sentence, and also the fact that her feet were bandaged up, Florence could only think that this girl was "special" in a similar way as herself.

For a moment, all the young woman's thought disappeared with a sharp pain in her shoulder. Turning her face away, she clenched her fists beneath her arms and let her teeth grind together. This pain was unbearable and the only way it subsided was when she hardly moved her arms. Crossing them was most comfortable. Once it began to dissipate, she turned her heavy blue eyes back to Brielle.

"As was I, possibly for the same reason as you." She watched her for facial expressions, body language, and other indications that she was correct.

Agony examined him before a few more people showed up. She also did the same. When she got the chance, she spoke her name."Im Agony." Her quiet voice was somewhat edgy and pittered off of the walls. She looked at the rest as they stated her name. She saw that someone was heading near here, another person and had thought that this might be a good time to make a run for it.

She put up her hand. "Well, Im going to walk around for a bit." She said, walking off, already half way down the hall. She turned the corner, listing all the names she had heard. Nala, Devon, Angel. The other guy and the dude walking near us. She thought, walking through a small door. In there was a small area with a couch, a love seat and a small flatscreen TV.(If that is fine GM. :}) She sat there. Not even touching the remote. She leaned her head onto the arm of the couch. Her crying made her somewhat tired, but she convinced herself that she was fine and would get plenty of rest tonight.

Her blue eyes darted from the door to herself. Her pale skin and dark hair was polished. She kinda like it. Was that wrong? It was alot better than where she was before. She closed her eyes and listened to the distanced sounds and hummed to her favorite song with a light butterfly like voice; though her humming was quiet.

"Are you ok?" she asked as Florence turned away in what looked to her as a lot of pain. Brielle touched her arm lightly enough to not shock her.literally A thought struck her. "Why are you here?" She brushed the hair out of her face and gave her her full attention. "If you don't mind me asking?" She added as an afterthought. Embarrassed by the fact that she can't seem to control her words today she can feel the energy start to course through her fingers. 'Seriously, almost slipping about how i got here, now badgering this poor women about how she got here? What has gotten in to me?' She thinks to herself. She clenches and unclenches her fingers a few times willing away the energy, and takes a deep breath before giving Florence her full attention.

Alex Watched the new arrivals curiously, a dude with dreads that gave him the creeps but seemed nice enough by the way he talked but you never could tell who you should avoid in a loony hut like this, not to mention that they all seemed to be new to this floor. Considering he had gotten on this floor for turning into a bear he wasn't going to share his hypothesis that maybe they were all strange in similar ways but he knew the consequence of swearing you could turn into animals that's what got him locked up here after all. He muttered a quick apology for nearly hitting her door to Agony as she left, but then turned to the others.

"I can see why you chose Angel, I'm Alex, it's enough of a nickname for me." He smirked slightly intimidated by Angel, he claimed to be part of the army and Alex didn't doubt it, he had that look to him. Glancing down the hallway he saw Florence creepily watching them from a distance but shook it off, there could be some major crazies around here and she didn't even seem like one of the worse.

Suddenly Alex jumped when he heard a thud and looked to see a girl had fallen out of her room, he rushed over to her side and offered her a hand to get up, "You okay?" He asked worried, he stifled a chuckle in his mind though because she had to be pretty uncoordinated to fall walking out of a room.

Angel responded to the fiery red-head, taking note of her singed clothes, Perfect, a pyromaniac "Well, I'm pretty sure you're the only one of us that knows exactly why you're here, but me, well I had a brilliant idea: Escape! Unfortunately a couple of guards disagreed with me." He laughed.

"Well, nice to meet you all!" Angel said with an honest smile, then furrowed his brow dramatically, "Hopefully." He chuckled. "I'm sure we all feel the same about being surrounded by a bunch of crazies."

As Agony left, Angel shouted after her, "I'll see you around Agony." Strange name, he thought.

Angel followed Alex's gaze to the two girls standing off on their own, then smiled and waved, but just as he was about to say something to them, he heard the loud thud in the hallway. He covered his mouth for a second, holding back laughter, and then ran over to her behind Alex.

"Dang girl, you sound pretty solid!" He kneeled down next her, smirking What's with me? It's like I'm giddy.

The touch threw her off a little, but she maintained a rather distant air about it. A spark had occurred from it and when Florence turned to keep her eyes on Brielle for unseen hints as to why she was here, she also watch for a reason why there had been a spark. It certainly hadn't been some romantic notion created by the Gods, one God, or Cupid. Although, that would explain the uncanny and supernatural attributes she'd been condemned with. Florence had been in love once, but it had required no spark or warm feeling. It had just been love, plain and simple.

Forgetting the past and leaving that to time alone with herself, Florence nodded her head to Brielle. "I'm quite fine, thank you." Her blue eyes finally left the girl's face, seeing only confusion and an inability to figure out herself what was happening, only to meet gazes with the blond, pretty boy in the group before them. He looked taken aback by her wide stare, but the other, who caught she and Brielle being anti-social, waved and smile. Florence's fingers lifted, wiggled and then returned to their place on her rib cage. Her shoulders were pounding with the ache of pain. Whatever was going to happen to her back, needed to happen soon.

"Why are you here? If you don't mind me asking?" Florence's lips curled up on one side, the side unseen by her companion. It took her quite some time to determine whether or not she should tell the truth or skirt the question. The young woman decided perhaps the shock factor was in order. Very rarely did Florence tell anyone she hardly knew all her private doings, but in this case, she was beginning to see similar attributes in all the patients on this floor. The heavy gazes filled with contempt at their situation, the lack of psychosis and the abundance of sanity, the bandage feet, the singed clothing... the regret that they'd done something horrible the night before.

"I drained a man of all his blood last night." Florence had turned her eyes towards the entrance to the common area where another girl had left to. She was very upset and would probably want someone to talk to her. Should she go? Yes, perhaps she should, but she would not speak to her. With another glance to Brielle, Florence held her gaze intensely. "I drank it."

Oh, she was off her rocker, that was for sure. Perhaps being in an asylum would make a sane person go crazy, but Florence knew the statement had made her completely legit. If Brielle looked hard enough, wasn't pushed away or frightened by the words, she would have seen the overwhelming sadness and hateful regret that filled Florence up to the brim. With quiet steps in her slippers, Florence moved away from her new acquaintance and into the common area. She found herself a comfortable position sitting in the single chair and watched the girl lay there. If she wanted to talk, she would say so. Florence would wait.

Lana watched the people around her silently for a few moments, her thumb brought up to her mouth in thought. After the Agony had left after an odd introduction, and the two men had gone to help the fallen girl she suddenly nodded her head decisively. Two guards had seen what she could do last night and that had to be the reason for her being moved so now that the asylum knew about her what was the point in hiding. “Alright everyone listen up!” she said loudly so everyone in the hallway could hear her “I have something interesting I want to show everyone. If you want to see it meet me in the big recreation room area thing over there, I’ll be there in a minute.” After speaking she ran back to her room and shut the door, not giving any of the others time to respond. Hurriedly she threw on a pair of jeans and a black tee shirt before going into the bathroom and combing her hair. For some reason she felt like she needed to be dressed and look presentable when she did this, she knew she would look crazy enough without looking like she just got out of bed.

Rushing back out of her room she went to the rec-room taking a deep breath ‘I’m not going to hide anymore’ she thought to herself. As she walked in she saw a water cooler, she took a small paper cup and filled it up before positing herself in front of the chairs in the room.

Nala

The small girl watched as everyone talked. Noone seemed to notice her. Why should they? She was a 'little girl' to there eyes. The elemental headed to the Rec Room, like all the rest. Something was up. Her orange hair frizzled up around her head, creating a 'halo' of hair. She took a seat down, facing Lana. This should be interesting. Water? Ugh, Water hated Nala, she would much rather turn it to steam. That would be an interesting turn of events. Hm. She sat back, crossing her arms, almost dissapearing in the seat.

She imediatly stopped humming her blue eyes opened as a girl walked in. Lana was it? She didn't know, so to her it really didn't matter. She watched her grab a drink from the cooler and sit down. Soon after that, another girl walked in. She stretched from her seat and stared att the two and gave a small giggle, though, it was quiet. What she was thinking in her mind made her somewhat laugh.

(Sory, its sooo short!! <xD i have MAJOR writer's block on this rp... so give me something i can work with! xD just kidding, you don't have too, though i would appreciate it. :) )

'So I'm not the only "special" one here.' She thought to herself. She Shook her head and walked over to the boy who waved to her earlier. Feeling a litle rude for not even giving a wave back she figured she would just go introduce herself to offset her former rudeness. As she walked over to the boys she noticed another girl laying on the floor. Quickening her pace she reached the boys at the other end of the hallway.

"Is she ok?" She asked wonder why she was on the floor. She went around to the other side of the girl and crouched down next to her.

Kira Fenris

"Oh dear... that's so embarrassing. Aha I'm fine." She spoke with a nervous laugh, standing up and rubbing her elbow where she landed.
She dropped her arms to her side and her eyes scanned the others that had come to help her. A few guys and one girl. How wonderful. With an awkward wave and bright smile, she side-stepped out of the circle of people and looked up and down the hall. She saw a few people walking into a room at the end of the hall. With a smirk, she walked, or rather, skipped in that direction. She started to hum as she skipped, one of her own tunes entering her head. Without a thought, the words started to pour out of her mouth and she sang in her beautiful voice as she entered the rec-room.

Shane Blare White

Shane stopped as a girl walked right into his path, making an announcement that she had something to show everyone. Maybe he wasn't so unique on this floor. His eyes followed her as she ran to her room. He shook his head and turned around, walking towards the rec-room with a leisurely pace. He stopped again as a girl who had begun to sing passed him, skipping. His eyebrows furrowed, maybe some people on this floor really were crazy. He shook his head and continued to walk, turning her head and using his peripheral vision to look back at the people who stood confused where the singing girl had fallen previously. With a sigh, he turned his head back just as he was about to run into the door. He stopped and side-stepped so the door was no longer in his way. He continued walking, entering the rec-room to the pretty voice of the singing girl.

Angel scratched his head as the girl sprung to her feet, and then laughed as she started skipping and singing, in a good voice at that, down the hall to the rec room.
He followed with his arms crossed around his chest, and his head hung a little bit, so that his dreads were hiding most of his face.

"You guys coming?" He shouted back to Alex and the girl who had finally come out of her corner of the hall, without looking back. He had had a strange thought about these people, but he shoved it out of his mind before it could take root.

Some guy he had never seen before was already in the room, Angel nodded to him(Shane), and introduced himself, "Hey, good morning." He laughed, "I'm Angel."
Then he looked around the room. He saw Nala, the orange haired girl with the singed clothes, Lana, whom he couldn't wait to hear from, and Agony, along with the other girl who had been in the hall, and of course the singing girl, who's names he didn't know.

He walked over next to the couch, standing on the other side of it's arm, next to Agony. "Well, Lana," He said, as he pushed his dreads behind his shoulders, "You had something to show us?" Either she's psychotic, or there's something more to her. Maybe both, but what the hell? He thought to himself, smiling. If these people, or if just Lana, was something else, even if she was insane on top of it, he would probably be overjoyed.

Agony looked as everyone crowded the room. Im guessing that theese people aren't human. From the looks of it. She skimmed the room. I wonder who would be useful... who would be someone good to keep close and who wouldn't... She peered towards Angel, who was sitting next to her. Then over towards the girl, whom she is guessing that called everyone to here. She gave a small smirk, but it quickly disapeered.

Her eyes glanced over towards Angel and she sat up and leaned back. She leaned over towards him and cuffed her hands over her mouth towards his ears. "How much do you want to bet that theese people aren't normal including you?" Her blue eyes shifted to look at the girl who had called this little 'meeting.' "And Im not talking about mental health." She leaned back, to wait for his reply.

If she was right, then she wouldn't be alone. It was mostly for her own little desire. I think Angel would be someone good to keep close. It depends on what the girl(Lana) would do, but otherwise, I don't think that it would be a good idea to keep her close, just because of how loud she is. She thought, examining the others as she pulled her knees up towards her chest.

(kyahaha.. psst... angel... you should act surprised! :P just joking. x) )

(lol agony... idk if i should be posting so soon, but i think since ur whispering...)

Angel's green eyes opened wide as he turned to face Agony, making contact with her blue eyes. Does she really mean...? He nodded, his dreads slipping from behind his shoulders, "Yes." He said, not bothering to whisper. "I was just thinking that.", then he scooted closer, mimicking her movements, cupping a hand over her ear, "But I've been thinking about something else..."

He paused, taking a look around the room, focusing on each person for a split second, then putting his mouth back to her ear, "But what are the odds... of all of us ending up in this one place? I think there's something up in this place... I don't know if I wanna find out."

(feels good to come out, doesn't it? ROFL)

Alex shrugged as the girl got up just fine and was even skipping on her way to the rec room. He sighed and followed the rest of the group, he felt tired to day and actually contemplated going back to bed. One of the girls seemed to want to show them all something, he assumed she was going to show them an imaginary friend or something, they are all crazy right? At least so far none of the others seemed too outwardly insane maybe a little eccentric, but nothing to worry about. His earlier transformation didn't even cross his mind when thinking about the others, for all he knew that still could just have been a dream even if he was pretty convinced it was not.

He entered the rec room cautiously inspecting it, it seemed normal enough and everyone in their secluded hallway seemed to be gathering there. He moved to a wall within view of the strange girl and leaned against it. The room didn't seem that entertaining, he planned to return to his room as soon as this girl's stunt was over, whatever it was.

Lana looked over the people gathered in the room, taking a deep breath. She was surprised how hard she was finding it to do what she was about to, after years of hiding it was as though her body was struggling against her revealing herself. “Ok everyone listen and shut up” she said calmly “I’ve been hiding for long enough, and I get the feeling I was moved to these new rooms because the people in charge of this hell hole have found out what I can do. So I figure why not let the other crazies see as well.” As she spoke she paced in front of the group as though giving a speech.

She stopped and faced them all, holding her left hand palm facing up at chest height. “Well here goes” she muttered as she lifted the glass of water over her hand pouring it slowly to her palm. When the water touched her hand it froze, as the liquid streamed down becoming ice it seemed to stretch and contort according to her will. When the paper glass was empty she held a small gleaming flower in her hand, it appeared more like a crystal then the ice it was. Tossing the paper cup aside she presented her work of art to the people in front of her “you guys aren’t gonna panic or something are you?”

Agony nodded towards Angel's words. She looked at the girl. When she was done, she got up and stretched. She turned towards Angel. "Well I guess that solved most of your question." She said looking down at him. She turned around, now facing Lana. "I thought you had something specal. Like the rest of us. I highley doubt that anyone here is normal, so I garuntee that no one is shocked by your power." She said in a bit of a shrewed but gentle voice.

She gave a small but cute smile. "No affense or anything." With that, she turned and walked out of the door with a unnoticable smirk on her face. Ok, so that girl, what was... Lala? No, Lana. Her power is water, and since water can be evaporated by heated air, Im geussing she has a weak spot for dry places. Oh well. Her mind wander about this and other things for five minutes.

She stood in the hall and her black hair floated as she started to take a few steps. "Im a bit hungry." She said, walking. "I wonder if they have anything in the kitchen." She usually talkdto herself to keep herself company, though, she really didn't care what anyone thought of her, so she contiue on her own converation.(I do that ALL the time, so don't hate! >:P )

She stopped and put a finger towards her lip. "Does this asulym have a kitchen?" She asked herself.

Certainly not what Florence had been expecting when the girl had made her rather dramatic announcement, but it was definitely strange. She was nothing like the ice making child, that much was certain. Her curiosity, however, wanted to know more. Giant blue eyes, along with her entire upper body, leaned forward, elbows resting on knees, as she examined everything in that general area. The young woman was a bit taller than herself, and with skin that looked cold to the touch. It would make perfect sense, really, that her skin be a bit chilled. The flower in her hand was exquisitely designed and she had to admire the way she'd turned hard water into practically crystalline ice. A trait worth admiring... and Florence even envied it. She would envy any special gift that didn't involve having to kill people. Remembering the night before, Florence leaned back in her chair, pulled her knees up, winced at the pain in her back, and turned to look out the window just behind her.

If only she had said something. Perhaps they would have provided her with blood when she asked for it? Received it from a blood bank and gave it to her maybe two or three times a week? That way, Florence wouldn't be a murderer. She wanted away from this place. Out in the fresh air, watching the birds fly and hear the crickets chirp. But she was stuck in this awful asylum... And even if she were to get out, how many people had she killed? Florence would go straight to jail and she would deserve it.

The pain jilted in her shoulders but she just buried her head in her knees. Getting up was out of the question. She got comfortable where she was and stayed there. From the darkness between her body and legs, Florence spoke up.

"No matter what the other girl said, you have a beautiful gift." No one could see it, but Florence was smiling as she remember the curled up crystal on the woman's palm. "I wish I could do something like that."

Nala heard the strange girls words, and saw her mystical powers. So, she wasn't the only freak. A water controller. Whoop-de-do. Nala contemplated the idea of talking to some people, but decided agaisnt it. Who would want to talk to her? A raggy stubborne hot-headed teenager who could control fire. She stood up from her seat, heading off to a near-by corner, where she can watch her back and other people. She leaned agaisnt the wall, almost dissapearing into the shadows.

Embers started to surround her, little lights, like fireflies swirled around her, keeping Nala entertained. They were amazing. They floated and fell, cught themselves till they fell again, dieing into nothing but black ash. It was always sad when a flame died. It was like taking the life from withen a person. The mere thought of it seemed cruel to the young girl. Why would you kill light?

IRonic really, some said Nala had fire for a soul, scorching, raging, never ceasing fire, fueled by her past, encouraged by the present to continue to storm on, enfurling itself at her darkest moments. This was no ordinary teenager. You had to be a little bit crazy to end up here, Nala thought, So it must be so. The world had thought she was bonkers, that she belonged in the crazy loon with all the other misfits. That's a great brochure. Hello! Welcome to the Asylum, Straight jacket or No Straightjacket? Your either insane or mentally ill. At least shewasn't in that horrid cell. Nala shuddered just thinking about it. Claustrophobia, it haunted Nala. Of course the girl had her reasons, after so many beatings from your father in a closet you start to loathe cramped quarters.

The teenager focused on trying to make a small ember grow in size and color, and be able to control it, without losing control. It was diffucult. It's hard to tame fire, sometimes you have to get burned.

Nala realized how much she had thought and she shrugged. Who cares when your going insane. You might as well enjoy it. Maybe soon she would start to se hallucanations, she already talked to herself. Maybe they were right.

Angel rose up from the couch suddenly, then looked over to the girl in the corner, Nala, embers floating around her, and then at Lana. "I guess it's good not to be the only one." He said. "I can do some stuff kind of like that too, but it's a little wierd." He looked down at his wrist, the wounds still slightly open, he had been hiding the injuries from all the others. He lifted his palms to eye level, and tensed his arms as he focused on the root system in his veins and arteries. Thin vines suddenly sprouted from his widely opening wrists, and then crawled all over his hands, down his arms, sprouting red and white flowers all over them. The red matched the small trickle of blood coming from his wrists, and some of the white ones were dyed red. "Ummmm... The flowers are optional." He laughed nervously, "But this isn't all I can do. I can like..." He was feeling like a crazy person even saying it, "Control dirt. And rocks." He was starting to get thirsty from sustaining the plants that were now hanging down to the ground, looking kind of like his dreads, except for the flowers. "But growing the plants like this, so fast, makes me really thirsty." The plants almost immediately retracted into his wrists as he took a step forward, blood lightly trickling from the now even more open wounds. He noticed a couple of the other patients looking at the blood strangely, but payed it no mind.

He followed after Agony into the kitchen, making his way to the sink right away, gulping down as much water as he could, and then grabbing two towels to hold over the wounds. He knew from past experience that they would be closed quickly, probably less than a minute. "You just missed my performance, Agony." He didn't bother trying to explain it, it seemed like too much trouble. "How'd you get that name anyway?"

Kira Fenris

Kira stared at the girl as the water formed into a crystalline flower. She smiled, she wasn't the only weird one here. Maybe there would be another shape-shifter on this floor... She looked around the room and noticed Nala, the embers floating around her. She shook her head, they were all here for a reason. They all had special powers. Her eyes trailed over to Angel and she smiled at the vines growing from his arms. She shook her head, taking a seat in the corner, her singing having finally ceased. She thought about transforming, but the thought of doing it again so soon after the last time brought a chill up her spine.

"I'll show you all what I can do another day, but for now it would hurt too much." she spoke, standing up and stretching, pain shooting up her spine. She groaned and relaxed her body, walking out of the room.

Shane Blare White

Shane watched the girls display with an unimpressed look upon his face. He figured he wasn't the only weird one here. His eyes trailed across the room, noticing Nala with her embers and Angel with his vines. He chuckled and shook his head, wondering what other freaks they had cooped up in this place. Maybe another Dracon would be here...

He loked over at the girl who spoke now, her blue and purple hair standing out brightly. He shook his head, taking a seat and resting his sore back.

Agony heard Angel come in. She was kind of happy to have a friend or something and hoped to make more. She watched him gulp down water and she listened to him talk. She gave a small shrug before walking near the fridge, acting as if she can eat regular food, a long time dream she wished for.
"My mother died when I was born and my father, knowing what I am, named me after that. Its not that big of a deal. It was more like he named me that for the suffering I caused him." She said so bluntely.

Then, it woke up. Her stomach started to burn and sizzle, as if it was on fire. Her throat hurted along with her head. It was filled screaming and crying; her head. She took a few steps, more like wobbling, before collasping onto the floor. She jerked forward onto her knees, holding her face; as if she was crying. Her vision blurred and her hands covered her nose and mouth as only her eyes peered up at him. They glimmered a crystal color instead of the vibrant saphire blue color.

Her back started to ache as sound of tearing flesh ripped down her spinal. Pain was twisted and spread like wild fire all through her body. Blood soaked her clothes on her back and trickled down towards the floor. Her hair fell infront, covering what was still bare on her face. The pain was so unbearable that she couldn't scream, nor cry out. Suddenly, blood spurt out of her back and at least a few feet away from her as her wings appeared. They glimmered as the blood dripped off. Like a butterfly's.

She slowely stood onto her knees, then her feet. Her hands dropped as she slowley walked towards Angel, stubbling on her way there. She couldn't control it, and for this, another person was going to get hurt. She then started to wonder if other Dracons went through this, or was it just her... Another step, then another before her arms where gripping tight around Angel's body.

She leaned forward towards his neck and bit down, hard. She let go and bit down again in another spot, trying to find which spot was the most fullest. She let go and bit into the same spot as before. She drank slowley before pulling herself back and literatally falling back onto her side, realeasing him fully. Her wings slowley disapeered back into her shoulders and she was out like a dead light bulb.

(ouchies)

Angel stood there, shocked at what was happening to Agony. He had stepped forward when she fell at first, but then stopped when her hands went up to her face and he saw her eyes change to a cold crystally color. Then he heard her flesh just tearing apart, like nothing he had ever heard before, even in the Army. Bullets didn't do anything like that to a man, they were fast, and just went through your skin, they didn't tear it apart like that, slowly.

And then he saw two small, bloody wings sprout out of her back, "What the hell is that Agony?" He asked, but she couldn't seem to be able to respond, maybe she couldn't even hear him. Blood was everywhere on the ground around her and behind her, dripping down the fridge door. She rose to her knees, then her feet, and started stumbling towards him. He stepped towards her again, and trying to catch her, thinking she was falling down, she gripped him tightly, a lot stronger than she should have been.

"Are you okay? Come on let's go to"-- He interrupted himself with a scream as she bit down into his neck the first time, then dropped to a knee. He tried to push her off with all his strength, but it was no good. He felt her teeth, No, fangs, he realized, pull out of the first bite mark, and then quickly sink back into his neck in a different spot. "FUCK!", he yelled, then dropped to his other knee. She released her bite, and, thinking she was finished, he started to relax and push away weakly, but then she bit into the first spot again, actually drinking now. His entire body convulsed each time she took a gulp of his blood. Instinctively, vines began to sprout from Angel's wrists, causing them to bleed again, and they wrapped around Agony's midsection, then pushed her across the room as she released from his neck.

On his knees, Angel watched her wings go back inside her body, and then she passed out. Angel's body shivered from his loss of blood, and then he felt his brain shutting down from the lack of it to his head. He slumped over limply, unconscious, the vines slithering back across the floor towards him, seeming to pay no more mind to Agony, then formed an almost protective shell around him, but there were spaces where you could see through it easily. More vines sprouted from his wrists, making the cuts over an inch across each, and from the new wounds on his neck, which extended to the sink and broke off the faucet, causing water to shoot out of the hole. The vines soon covered it, and started to absorb every drop of water.

Certainly guards had seen and heard the incident, if not with their own eyes, then through the hidden surveillance cameras throughout the level, and the other patients probably heard it all too.