Insane Asylum

Nala looked up, from concentrating on the plathora of embers that surrounded her. People had noticed her. The still glowing embers fell to the ground. They were staring at her. Why? She was no less of a freakshow then them, right? The teenager glanced around at the faces. The Angel kid could sprout roots from his wrists, interesting. Nala couldn't help but imagine the white flowers, engulfed in flames and she giggled. Fire just consumed Nala's mind, maybe she really was insane. Nala gave up on standing in the dank corner and slowly walked over to Shane, tilting her head slaightly. "Hello." She greeted, almost akwardly. Nala wasn't used to interaction, let alone otherworldly interactions, even if herself could be considered otherworldly.

Kira Fenris

Kira was walking aimlessly down the hall when she heard a scream coming from the kitchen. She ran towards the room and burst through the door, the scene before her widening her eyes. She herself let loose a scream and she just stared, the door swinging on it's hinges behind her. She shook her head as she backed slowly out of the room. She started to shake and she tripped on her own feet, landing on her butt in the hall. "Uhh... Someone needs help down here!" She shouted as she scrambled to the opposite wall on the floor.

Shane Blare White

Shane looked up and saw Nala standing in front of him. He heard the awkward tone in her greeting and smirked. "Hello." He repeated back to her, mimicking her tone. Suddenly, he heard a scream and stood, looking towards the door. He walked quickly to the door and stuck his head out in time to see Kira fall out a door. He walked out into the hall and towards her as she scrambled along the floor to lean against the opposite wall. The tell-tale stench of blood flowed from the kitchen and he could feel his wings threatening to stretch out from his back. He took a deep breath and started a silent battle with the two sides of him. For now, the human side won as he continued towards the kitchen, the scent getting heavier. With a deep breath of fresh air, he stepped through the kitchen door and his eyes widened slightly. He could see blood all over the girls mouth and he looked over to the guy, who seemed to be covered in some kind of vegetation. His air started to run out so he back away from the room, waiting a moment before taking a deep breath of air.

Lana blinked and frowned gently as the girl called agony told her she didn’t think anyone would be shocked by her powers. Of course that was the reaction she had been hoping for, that all or most of the people here would have an unnatural little secret just like hers. But she still would have liked a little appreciation for how hard it was to get up in front of a group of strangers and show them something she had been hiding all her life. Then she heard a quiet voice telling her she thought her gift was beautiful, for a moment she felt like her heart stopped beating. Had someone just called her dirty little secret beautiful, she had thought that no one else would ever see her powers that way. She felt a surge of happiness at that moment that she didn’t think she would ever feel in a place like the asylum, maybe being moved here was a good thing.

Smiling at the girl she plopped down on the chair besides her “thanks, if you want I can make you something sometime.” She studied the tightly curled up girl with caring blue eyes “Are you ok you don’t look so good?” She smiled brightly over to Angel as he said it felt good not to be the only one, and watched as he showed a power somewhat similar to hers. She wanted to say something to compliment his abilities, she found the flowers he made beautiful and wanted to sculpt his plants sometime, but he rushed off to the kitchen before she could say anything. She turned her attention to the girl who seemed to be able to manipulate fire for a moment, thinking the way she made the embers dance was quite beautiful.

Upon hearing the scream from the kitchen she bolted up and rushed towards it. She noticed the girl wriggling away from the door and gulped. She made it to the door a little after Shane and gasped “holy… fuck…” She noticed angel wrapped up in a cocoon and remember what he said about using his powers making him thirsty as she saw his vines plunge into the plumbing. “Hey someone get the water from the water cooler in here!” she shouted with urgency figuring it would be best to get him as much water as possible. Then turning her attention to Agony hurrying over to make sure she was alive, she certainly didn’t look good. Her body was covered in blood and her shirt was torn “what the hell happened here…”

Nala followed disoriented, little did she know, tiny embers followed her around. "What's happening?" She asked, terrifyed of the blood, she stayed halfway hidden behind Lana. She didn't like blood, it made her dizzy just thinking about it. It brought her back to the memories of her father.

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Of course Florence would have answered the girl. Yes, she would love for her to make something again, just for her. That would be very nice. Florence smiled in her little dark room, turning her eyes up just enough to keep the pain in her back minimal. No, she wasn't okay, but sooner or later her shoulders would stop hurting. Maybe... hopefully.

Yes, she would have answered all those questions just like that, but the scream stopped her before small, plump lips could part to speak. She lifted her head up, eyes wide in observation and even a little fear. The young girl was scrambling to get up off the floor and Florence found herself fighting the pain in her shoulders to get out of the chair and jog to the scene.

The smell hit her first. Metallic. Sour. Deadly. Her senses went wild. No matter that she'd fed last night. It made no difference that her skin was nice and pink, nor that the beast was thoroughly quelled. That smell always caught its attention and it took everything Florence had to fight it off. She did, though, and with gusto as she pushed passed the others and ran straight for the dark haired girl. It was instinct to tend to your own kind. The Ice Queen was with her as well, confusion all over her face. If Florence had been confused before seeing this, she was no longer in that state of mind. It all made perfect sense what was going on here. The bite marks on the plant boy's neck, the wings protruding from her back. So that was what Florence was waiting for. Why was it taking so long? Must it put her through all the pain? Lifting up the girl's head, she felt her neck and the pulse was good and strong. She'd fed well.

Turning her dead eyes to the icey girl, Florence brushed the hair from the fallen one's face. "We are the dangerous ones here. Our curse is not beautiful like yours. We must pay a heavy price for being what we are." Her voice was low, ominous, but truthful. Any Dracon felt the agony of life.

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Brielle finally walked into the rec room after her luxurious walk around her new floor. She saw that there was a small group formed and a sort of commotion. She glides towards the group and can't help but ask the ever popular question...


"What happened?"

Lana looked at the dark haired girl with a frown “my gift isn’t always beautiful, it can hurt too” she stood looking to find a way to move the unconscious girl “but no matter what you guys can do or what price you have, to pay to me your still just freaks. And so am I, we freaks have to stick together.” As she spoke she looked into the smaller girls eyes, assuring her that she would do whatever she could to help someone who like her was different. “We should move her to her room… maybe some of us girls can get her cleaned up.”

I feel a hand... where? That smell... I smelt it before... where? Am...I? Her thoughts rang and echoed into her head. She barely opened her eyes, non noticabley, and suddenly closed them from the brightness. Thats when the gaurds bursted in, grabbing Angel and leaving. One of the gaurds came over and pushed everyone out of the way. He felt her paulse and looked at everyone. "They will be fine... nothing to see here... nothing to see here! SHOO~!" He shooed them away.

((Sorry for how short it is... i just think that if i post anymore, it might go a bit fast... so this might be alright. :} ))

Kira Fenris

Kira scrambled to her feet her face contorted with fear. She walked to her door as calmly as she could and opened it slowly. She walked into her room, shutting it just as what had happened truly set in. Her eyes widened and tears started to fall and her body was wracked with sobs. She slid down the door and wrapped her arms around her knees. Her crying was silent, but it took all the energy she had. Moving slowly, she walked to her bed and lay down facing the door. The last thing she saw was her own body threatening to tear itself apart in a transformation.

Shane Blare White

Shane stepped out of the kitchen, his wings threatening to poke out of his back and his fangs starting to push his teeth out. He shook his head, biting down on his lip. It split open and he chewed on his lip lightly for a little while before trying to stop the blood. His wings had shoved back down and he felt better as his fangs stopped pushing out. He walked away from the kitchen, going down to the rec room and sitting down.

Florence smiled sadly at Lana. She had a point that Florence could not dispute, but she still felt a bit separated from anyone else. Florence was not one to argue, however and so she nodded to her and began to lift the young woman up. Only seconds later, before she could even get herself off the ground, the guards had entered the kitchen and were removing her from her arms. Without thinking, acting only on instinct, Florence tried to fight them. Her natural tendencies to protect those like her came out and she didn't think to stop until one pushed her over. Falling onto her rear, Florence watched them take her and the other boy away with wide blue eyes. After a moment or two, Florence scrambled to her feet, shaking the blood from her hands and the lust from her mind. Looking at Lana, her eyes filled with fear, she brushed passed her and out of the room.

Florence stopped beside the boy just outside of the room and looked at him. She could smell something familiar on him, her shoulders and back aching. The wings on that girl's back... Was she supposed to have them too? Was that why she hurt so bad? Taking in a deep breath she walked passed him, making her way toward her room.

Lana began to lift the girl with Florence, when she was shoved away from the unconscious girl by a guard roughly pushing his was in to take her. She landed with a thud on her backside in the bloody mess on the floor “hey what the hell” she scrambled to get up slipping as she did and falling back down hard. “where the are you taking them!” as Florence attempted to protect one of her own kind. By the time she was able to get back on her feet the guards had left as had Florence. She sighed looking around the blood soaked and broken kitchen where she stood alone. Noticing how uncomfortable the blood seemed to make some of the other patients she grabbed the roll of paper towels off the counter and began cleaning up the kitchen, seeing as she was covered in it she didn’t bother trying to keep her clean of the crimson substance. After a few minutes she found the blood on her skin began to dry into a crusty itchy mess.
After using up all of the paper towels and getting the kitchen as blood free as she could she hurried to her room to take a long hot bath. After striping of her dirty clothes and throwing them into the trash, she stepped into the piping hot water of her bath. She wished she had some bubble bath or something, to mask the smell of the blood that was beginning to tint the water red.

Angel woke up in his room, his mind hazy and his body generally sore. His neck hurt, but he couldn't remember why. His hand slowly crept up to his neck, feeling the bandages, and then the memory flashed through his mind. "Agony!" He shot upright in his bed, then headed towards the door, without a thought towards changing out of the white tee and blue hospital pants. A vivid picture of Agony after she had changed flashed through his mind, her eyes no longer blue, but a strange crystal-like color, her hand up over her face, and the bloody wings that had just tore out of her back. Next thing he knew, she was sinking her teeth into his neck, aiming for the best arteries. What the hell was that all about? He wondered, Is she okay now? He almost bashed his door open, and then went across the hall to where he had seen Agony come out when he had met her. He knocked on her door gently at first, but after waiting only a few seconds, he pounded on it again. He had no idea what time it was, if it was even the same day or anything.