(am I the first post?)

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...

This world is a delusion. Therefore, it does not exists, yet only in our minds. Something our minds where program to do from birth and until death. When we die, expeirence pain, we see the world for what it truley is. Dear God almighty, please prosper thy soul and save it from hell.

The door creaked open. Darkness. The only sound that was heard was the creeping footsteps of the gaurds, deepening into the room. The smell of heavy metal lingered into the air. The room was pure white, with only a canvas in the middle of the room. Paintings surrounded and decorated the white, lonesome walls. On the canvas was a bright, red paint slidding down the canvas paper; like blood. The curtains were white and paper thin. They split down the middle and the barred window was open, blowing the curtians with the haunting and teasing wind.

The gaurds continued. The room was dark and only the moonlight lit the floor. They turned the corner towards the small bathroom, only fitting one toliet and one bath with shower. In the dark, she is always. They know this for sure. They forced the shower curtian open wide to find it. Her arm was hanging out of the bathtub; a small drop of blood follow down her arm and onto her finger tip.

Blue eyes pierce the night. Like stars. There she lies. Clutching something, no. Someone. They backed up. No emotion showed between either of them. "Sorry..." She had whispered into the person's ears. She stood, showing just how much blood was there, falling off and down her like water. As if she had just bathed. Her hair was stained maroon and her pasty white skin was almost rose red. They took a step back.

Her blue eyes darted to one gaurd to another as her wings expanded. They where not normal. They where about a yard long each. They looked as if a butterfly gave it to her. Black on the outside and as if faded in, a misty glittery blue in the middle. Her teeth glimmered, catching what glints of moonlight it touches. She looked back and then at them.

She collasped. Everything goes black.

“Too quiet” a small voice whispered into the dark “too quiet” it continued repeating the same sentence. The small room was cold, but the chill did not seem to come from a natural source. “Too quiet” the voice whispered again, this time causing mist to pour from the speaker’s mouth as though she were speaking on a cold winter morning. The girl sat in the middle of a bare bed wearing a long white tee shirt, her exposed skin was tinged blue from the cold, her lips pail.

She took a deep breath and sighed, the cold comforted her it made her feel safe in the dark lonely night where not even the screams of the insane were there to keep her company. In the air around her ice began to form from the moisture in the air, it floated down gently like snow making her smile. Then she heard it, a noise from some distance down the hall, a foot step. This noise was not one that would satisfy her need for sound. Blue eyes widened as she began shooing away the unnatural flurry of snow away from her “go away” she whispered as she looked nervously towards the footsteps as they brought their master closer to her.

As she began to panic the entire room erupted in ice. Little crystals clinging to every surface they could find, making it impossible to see through the glass that made up the little window in her door. Jumping up the girl looked around trying desperately to stop the water in the room from freezing. Closing her eyes the girl grabbed her head hoping desperately that the guard would not notice the change in her room. The steps began getting closer and closer, she stood shivering but not from the cold. And then the steps stopped, right in front of her door, she gulped preying the man would go away. “What the hell” came a confused voice from the other side of the white door “I think I’m gonna need back up here.”

Frightened blue eyes opened as she heard him speak, and suddenly without warning the pipes in the room burst sending ice creeping along the walls forming beautiful vines and flowers as they went. Lana smiled gently when she saw her room covered in beauty; tears came to her eyes instantly freezing as they went down her cheeks. Banging came at the door as it was forced open, as soon as it swung from its closed position the delicate work of art shattered. The girl sighed and frowned as she looked to the awe struck guards, before darkness came over her and she passed out.

Fire is in my heart, Fire is in my soul.

"Too Small." Her mind told Nala as she sat on the bed, her knees pulled into my chest. Nala's breathing was shallow and ragged. "Too Small." It felt like the walls were closing in on her. "I'm going to die, being squished in this tiny room for any long." She whispered to herself. No, I can't be in here any longer.

A gaurd stopped by her door, looking through its barred window, looking at the elemental. "Let me out." Nala commanded.The quard shook his head. "You know the rules." Nala almost growled. "I said let me out!" Small fire balls started forming from her hands, it was like fire was in her eyes. Fire raged in her words. The gaurd backed up. "Help! This kids physco!" More gaurds came to the scene, andwatched as Nala approached the door, demanding to be let out. "LEt me out!" Her screams went unanswered by the gaurds. "Tranquilize her." One commanded and a gaurd nodded, shooting Nala with a tranquillizer gun. Nala with a fierce scream collapsed to the ground, a few embers falling to the ground beside her.

What am I? Was the last thing that crossed her mind as darkness engulfed her.

The pages flew through his fingers; the book came to an end once again for the third time this week. He flipped off the flashlight he had sniped from one of the janitorial closets. It was what? midnight? But he wasn’t tired maybe because there was nothing to do here but sleep and read the same book over and over again. A need to escape had been over taking him lately, in part he thought it was his claustrophobia acting up but it was probably just the insanity of this place finally catching up to him.

Alex got out of bed and went to the misty window in the corner of his room. He could escape if he wanted to; if he got home his mom would never let them take him back. The only problem would be getting past the bars, he opened the window letting in the chilling air, and goosebumps formed up his arms. He inhaled deeply, the night was eerie but the woods near the Asylum seemed buzzing with nightlife. His hand reached out and touched the metal bars shaking them slightly, no loose screws, no luck.

From a distance he caught the glimpse of a larger beast wandering the woods, the sleek flash of brown fur and a glow of yellow eyes. “Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh my.” Alex smirked at the beast. It let out a small barely audible yawp as if in response, Alex chuckled a bit too loud for this late at night, it may have attracted attention outside. His laughing ended as he felt his heart rate pick up, dizziness consumed him, he had felt this way before but each time it was just a dream, this wasn’t a dream.

His stomach flipped and he ran to the bathroom to spill the contents of his stomach into the toilet. He must have fallen asleep that was the only possible reason for what was happening. At first it was painless his nails lengthened and fur began to coat his body he watched his hand in confusion as it morphed into a paw his hand splintering to bits and slowly building back together. It hurt as each individual bone broke and moved under his skin like thousands of bugs. But his limbs were nothing compared to what came next. He was on all fours now and his back arched painfully, each individual spinal cord popping and expanding, the fur was thick now and he almost fully resembled the creature he had seen out the window. He was in complete and total agony with nothing to stop this transformation or sooth his pain.

A snout protruded from his face and his clothes had become a shredded pile of fabric on the ground with him lying on it twitching in pain. Slowly he sat on his hind legs in confusion, what was the dream this time? Looking at his paws and touching his face he deemed himself a salmon loving bear.

“Clomp clomp clomp,” The sound of footsteps came from down the hall, he couldn’t hide in a room like this there was nowhere to go. The door creaked open and a guard entered to find the fully grown blonde bear sitting in the bathroom. It slowly stood up on its hind legs and began to approach the guard out of curiosity only to be hit by a tranquilizer gun and black out.

Right after it had dawned on the creature perhaps this time it was not a dream.

Brielle frowned deeply watching the grayish blue currents dance across and lick at her fingers. The light above her flickered rapidly. She turns to the door trying to make out the light from the sliver of space between the door and the floor. She can't tell for certain if it is also flickering but she sure it must be. Every light in the three foot radius must be, she can't help it. It won't stop.

She got up and padded barefoot towards the bathroom, not even bothering to check if the light was actually on or if it was flickering from the energy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and sighed her veins coursed with energy turning them the same grayish blue that was still flickering across her fingers, and as the flicker got faster the pressure she felt got heavier. It was as if something was sitting on her chest and she couldn't breath. She was suffocating in her own skin. Staring into the mirror she flared her energy slightly. As she watched her veins beam the same sickly grayish blue she smiled.

She flared again and the flickers, that had started to slow down and just crawl across her fingers, started to dance again. Over and under and over and under. Back and forth and back and forth. Watching this from the mirror she began to laugh. She flared her powers again and for a brief second the lights stopped flicker and shined brighter than when they were just on normally. After she pulled her energy back she felt some of the pressure lift. So naturally she laughs. She laughed and laughed muffling the sounds of the approaching footsteps that stopped right at her door. In that moment she cared about nothing but relieving that pressure.


"One more should do it, right?" She asked the mirror, the mirrors only response was a crooked smile. She took a deep breath and flared every last piece of energy in her veins. She smiled weakly as she saw the light shine as if it were daytime and heard the sound of glass smashing above her. She gives herself one last good look in the mirror and watches as the lines of that disturbingly beautiful grayish blue start to fade. She then pads back in to her room stepping on shards of glass in her bare feet, not caring in her sated state. She doubted she would make it to the bed with the little energy she had but was going to try anyways. She almost makes it to her bed before she falls out the last thing she see before her eyes shut is a guard standing in the middle of her room and his eyes darting from the bathroom to her laying on the floor. She doesn't hear the crack of the radio or his call for back up.

A loud shriek filled the halls, a blood-curdling scream.

Brown eyes snapped open, she breathed heavily, sweat on her forehead. Nightmares. She could feel her bones breaking, the excruciating pain spreading like wildfire throughout her body. She fell to the ground and crawled into the corner, clutching at her head. The only other sound to be heard besides the cracking and snapping of her bones, were footsteps descending down the hall, getting louder and louder, until the door to her cell began to open. She could feel the pain that was taking place in her body subsiding, now that she was on all fours.

But the pain had only been absent for a moment before it took place again, as she shifted back into her human form. She couldnt help by scream, tears streaming down her face until she was human again, laying on the cold floor, looking up at the guard who stood there, staring at her with cold, dark eyes. The last thing she could remember before passing out, was the guard calling for back up. But after that, her world went dark.

Evera sighed an eerie chill running down her spine. She looked around her pure white room. She hated this place, she hated the people and she especially hated her parents for putting her here. She took a deep shaky breathe and looked at her bare legs. She was still stuck in the hospital gown they gave the new arrivals. She stood up wishing she could open her window. "I hate this." she cried and then let out an ear splitting scream as pain riveted through her body. She curled up into a ball in the darkest corner rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. She let out another ear splitting scream as fur appeared first across her back, then her face, down her arms and legs and across her stomach and chest. She felt her bones shifting and screamed louder and more terrified than before. A guard appeared at her cell door "What's going on in there?" she heard him growl. She bared her small cat like fangs and hissed. The guard called for back up and she collapsed with a 'thud' on the floor.

The cold. the cold and the darkness. the cold darkness. a man runs for me, I scream. no one comes. He begins to tear my cloths off. I try and fight back but can't. he over powers me.

Lucy's eyes snap open to the gray light of her room. Her crisp white sheets are soaked with the sweat her dreams created. She lifted her shirt and sniffed, checking to make sure it was just sweat. wouldn't be the first time she had wet the bed do to nightmares. or where they memories... she was never sure. Lucy sat up and knocked on her door, hoping that one of the staff would be around to let her out. after a few minutes, one of them does. befor stepping out of her room and accepting the change of cloths, Lucy looks at the rip marks in the stuffing around her walls. She shivered.

a few minuters later, a washed and changed Lucy skipped down the hall and into the art room, which was for theraputic perposes. She picked up a paintbrush and started painting her happiest dream; a giant victorian mansion on a cliff overhanging the sea. outside a girl in a white dress and white hat kneeled and was petting a dog.

Angel had been sitting on his bed, lost in thought, remembering what had brought him here, 'Attempted suicide,' the judge had declared, looking down on him from his seat of power, 'son, you've had a hard life, especially for your young age, but the easy way out isn't the answer.'

Angel had looked up at the fat little man, contempt written all over his face, his dreads hanging in front of it 'I attempted nothing.' was all he had said to the judge, who decided to have him sent immediately to the Asylum. But it was true, Angel hadn't attempted anything, he had done it. He was dead for nearly five minutes before the EMT's revived him. And he was sure what he had seen was hell.

He wasn't even going to try to do that again, he thought as he looked at the scars on his wrists. "OK, I'm ready now," He whispered to himself in the cold dark of his barren white room as he looked up at the barred window. Vines had grown up from the ground, a story below, he had been focusing on it since lights out, and now they were burrowing into the brick around the window. Small cracks had appeared all around it, it was almost ready for him to shatter, and climb down to the ground, to freedom. He could feel the roots growing inside his veins, ready to sprout from his fingertips, but it was making him absurdly thirsty, as this kind of thing always did. He walked over to his small, quaint bathroom, and took a long drink from the sink, then walked back over to the window, placing a hand on either side of it.

He was so focused that he didn't hear the guard walking towards his room, and didn't hear him as he leaned in close to look at him through the small slit in the door.

Angel's hands burst open between his fingers and at his wrists where his scars were, and vines came speeding out from the openings, crashing into the wall, burrowing through it, meeting midway with the vines on the outside, and then pushing the piece of brick with the window in the middle outward, sending it falling a story and then smashing into little bits.

"Holy Shit!!!" Angel heard the exclamation as the guard burst through the door, calling for back-up on his radio almost simultaneously. He had a flashlight in one hand and a tranquilizer gun in the other, and was bringing the latter up in front of his eye, taking aim on Angel. No, I'm getting out of this hell-hole, and this guy's not stopping me! He thought as he dropped to a knee, waving his hands in the direction of the guard, causing the now thickening and hardening vines to whip wildly in that direction. The guard fired, but it just glanced of the surface of the now rock-hard vines, which then wrapped around the guard, completely constricting him, halting all movements.

"Don't struggle, man, the more you fight back, the more they squeeze, and I haven't really figured out how to control it." Angel said to the now terrified guard. He's just some guy doing his job, he might have a family, I don't want to hurt him...

And then a tranquilizer dart pierced into the side of his neck, making his body almost immediately numb. As he dropped he caught a fleeting glimpse of a guard outside, through the hole in the wall, a story below, lowering his gun from the firing position and holstering it. Good shot. He couldn't help but think as his head slammed into the floor.

So this was what peace sounded like? Two pink lips curled up beneath the scratchy sheets of a hospital cot. Every night, Florence pulled the sheets over her head and fell asleep pretending she was in ancient London. The light filtering in from under the heavy metal door was actually a flickering candle. The wind smelled of pine and forest, not of the dirty Thames she'd heard so much about. But she still wondered what that nasty smell actually smelled like. Taking a small peek from under her sanctuary, Florence made sure the window wasn't about to close shut from the breeze. No, the winds tonight were gentle. It pushed a little, but not enough to threaten closing her in this hellish room.

She pulled the covers back over her and sighed, suddenly feeling dizzy and light headed. Certainly this was no good. A wretched time for her to be getting hungry. Sighing, Florence tried to make herself maintain a composed air. Her carbon dioxide was gathering faster under the sheets and she had to sit up. Her chest rose and fell faster and faster.

Come on, Florence. Calm down! Her coaxing voice did nothing to satiate the feeling growing inside her. The pain started in her gums, the canines growing up and down from the pink flesh and bone. She whimpered into her hands, which had made their way up to her mouth and covered them tightly. No one could hear her, no one could see her. Florence knew she could die, though, if she didn't drink soon. The notion made her stomach do flips and she felt like she may lose the contents of her guts. Standing up, she stumbled around and the things on her almost barren night table fell off with a crash.

Oh, dear. That would bring attention to her room.

The click-clack thuds of guard boots were on the linoleum within seconds of her thought. She was scared, knowing what would happen if he came into the room. He would be hospitalized for quite a while if he was lucky to survive. Squeezing her navy eyes shut, Florence prayed that she be given the strength to do what needed done.

"Hey!" The voice was low, a little older, maybe he was in his forties? "What's going on in there?" The pain had made her mouth swell up, but the teeth had grown out completely. She was ready. Her body ached for nourishment.

"Please," she cried out softly, "I need help." Moving slowly into the shadows of her room, Florence waited as patiently as she could for her salvation to enter. Keys jingled in her ears; she closed her eyes. The lock came undone with a very final slam and the guard walked in, flipping on the room's overhead light.

Florence dove for him, jumping at his throat and covering his mouth with both of her hands. He fought her, wild like an animal, at first, but she only needed a few gulps before he started to slow down. The taste made her sick, made her want to die beside him. The act of it, feeling his heart slow, the veins shrivel, his skin grow cold... All of it made her want to perish. The orphanage had thought that's what she'd tried to do so many years ago, but they'd been wrong. It hadn't been her blood on her day dress. But they wouldn't listen. She'd committed a mortal sin in trying to "attempt suicide" and quiet little Florence had been too dumbstruck to speak for herself. All she had to do was explain the situation, tell them that drinking their blood made her euphoric afterward, as if she was high on some kind of hallucinogenic.

"Jesus Christ..." A woman's voice gasped. Florence lifted her head from the bloody mess of the guard's dead neck, her eyes half-lidded, her bobbed black hair tangled and wild about her newly pink skin.

"I believe his name was Henry." Florence whispered, hoping, in her stupor, that the nurse would find it funny.

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 feathered wing and the white, now blood stained red, feather wing extended up in the air as if they seek 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.

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.

The sun danced around the clean floors. The curtains where opened and pulled aside with the window cracked, letting in the beautiful spring smell and the chirping of birds and bugs. The smell of antiseptics and bleach danced around the room, matching the sunlight's beats. Her eyes slowely opened. She looked down and she was in a bed. Bed? She jerked herself up and fell out of bed, resulting in a loud "thump."

She scurried onto her feet to fine the floor to be warm and inviting by the sunlight. Her room was not white, no, but a light beige color. She looked down to find herself not naked as last night, but in an over sized hospital gowned; reaching down towards her knees and practiclly covering her entire arms, wrists and hands. She looked around the room. It was alot bigger than her other room. With a small nightstand in the corner and a small closet with a bathroom that had an addition. A sink, a bathtub/shower and a toliet.

She walked towards the bathroom and her skin was in perfect condition, her nails done neatly and her hair and teeth spotless. Most of her stuff was already here; the canvas, paintings, clothes, etc. She jerked off the gown and was naked again. She lifted up her hair and tided it into a ponytail with a hair band and turned around. She may be inhuman, but she was still a girl. She looked and examined a scar that will never go away. She turned back around and dugged her hand into the drawers of the sink.

She gave a slight smile as she found a tube. When she first got here, she had asked for scar removel. Since it was a small and harmless request, plus, she had given them the money, they got it for her. SHe squeezed the tube onto her hand and rubbed it between her hands and rubbed it up and down her back. The white cream made her a bit sick with the smell, but it soon faded. She walked out of the bathroom and towards the closet.

She looked at all of her clothes that was piled up in her original room in a corner with a trash bag over it. They where neat and from the smell of it, she could tell they where dry-cleaned. She picked out a shirt that was blue and had the band name 'Blue Stahli'. She threw that on her bed and grabbed some jeans that flared out on the bottom; along with the usual underwear.

She got dressed and brushed her hair and re-pulled back her pony tail. The canvas was big, so it took her a while for her to pull it back into the middle of the room. Once she was all set up, she grabbed her biggest brush and dipped it into a soft water color pink and painted the canvas pink. Doing so, she is able to make the actual background and the paint that is going over the pink more soft but vibrant.

She kept on taking strokes untill an hour or so passed. She was done.


She had paint spots around her face and some on her shirt. She really didn't care much though. She walked into the bathroom and washed her face. Painting always made her calm down. Though, it wasn't enough. Memories flooded her head of last night and she couldn't help but collasping. She look at the bathroom floor and saw small drops of water drip onto the floor.

She looked up at where they were coming from. No, not the ceiling. She suddenly jerked fowards onto her knees and curled up, holding her face with her hands, crying hard. The tears wouldn't stop, no matter how much she would wipe them away, they would just keep pouring out of her eyes. The whites of her eyes turned red, making her ice blue eyes stand out even more and her pretty white face began to become swollen and red of how much crying she was doing.

Hicups started to come from her mouth. She couldn't stop. Finally, something spurred from her mouth. "M....r..." Was the only thing that was heard. She dragged herself against the sink while crying. She hasn't cried this much in who knows how long. Her heart ached and she felt like puking. She had a head ache and wanted to curl up and disapeer. Yet, the tears just pour out as she sobbed.

Finally, at last, of an hour of crying, she had no more tears coming out of her eyes, yet, hiccups still escaped from her mouth. She lied motionless on the floor; dazed. "I killed her." She mummbled. "I killed Mary." She said, looking at her hand. Mary was a small girl that was Agony's only friend here. Last night, they where talking about their famalies, the first in a long time for Agony. When the moon rose and the night settled in, she couldn't controll herself. She couldn't.

"When I felt her neck last night, she was like a doll, cold, hard and with no pulse, empty." She said, her hair and shirt was wet of how much she wept. She jerked herself up and sat back onto her bottom, leaning onto the side of the sink. "Im a monster..." She said, staring at the beige cieling. She gave out a long sighed before standing up weakly and running the hot water.

She sniffled as she ran the towel under the hot water. "The best way to get rid of puffy red faces and is interval with hot water towel and cold water towel." She told her self before she sniffled again. She sat onto the sink and leaned her head back onto the wall of the bathroom and put the hot towel unto her face. In about 15 minutes, she put cold towel onto her face. In less than thirty minutes, her face was back to normal.

She decided to a shower and by the time she was ready to face what ever was outside of her room, it was about lunch time. She had on a black V-neck shirt and the same jeans. Her hair was down and she looked perfectly normal. As if, she hadn't cried at all. She stood at the door and put her hand on the knob. She took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Kira Fenris

Kira sat up suddenly, sweat pouring down her face. Tears streamed from her eyes and she brought her hands to her head and pulled on her hair. The nightmare had been keeping her up the past few days and she had dark circles under her eyes. Suddenly, a cringe-worthy crack was heard and she groaned in pain as her skin began to tear. "What? No no no!" She said, her hands going to pull her skin back together, as if it would help.
She gave up and just bunched her sheets up and stuffed them in her mouth. With a deep breath, she started to scream the pain out, the sound being muffled by the cloth, but apparently not enough. She shook her head as she heard footsteps start to come down the hall very fast. She let the cloth drop from her mouth and fell off her bed, the screams continuing. Her bones popped out of place, and into new places. Blood dripped from her torn skin and she could feel her teeth rearranging, her face elongating. Just as the guards stepped up to her door, she stopped moving and lifted her head, not a humans, but a dogs.
She turned and jumped onto her bed just as the re-transformation started. Her pained growls turned into human screams as the transformation started to reach it's ending point. Finally, she slumped into an unconscious heap on her bed. The guards rushed over and tried to shake her awake. Blood dripped off the edge of her bed as one of the guards runs to get help.

Shane Blare White

Shane lay awake on his bed, thoughts of his sister clouding his mind. He could hear a mans voice deep in his head, "Shane, how can you keep up like this? She is gone and you are all alone. You have no one, your parents don't know where you are, they think you're dead along with your sister. Your own grandmother sent you here because she thought you were crazy." Shane shook his head as if it could make the voice go away.
Suddenly, a pain seared across his back. He started to panic as blood started to pour of of his back and his mouth. His fangs pushed through, causing four of his other teeth to fall out. He groaned as the pain in his back grew and he tried to stand up, but he fell straight to the floor. He bit his lip, causing more blood to floor from his mouth and fall to the floor. With a tearing sound, he could feel his wings start to push through his back. A scream tore from his lips as he started to writhe on the floor.He didn't even hear as footsteps moved quickly across the hall, coming towards his room. The guards stopped at his door, but Shane didn't see them. His face was turned towards his bed and his dark black wings continued to stretch out behind him until they reached their maximum length. He took a shaky, pained breath as he stood, his knees threatening to buckle underneath him. He turned around to the guards, his lips closed tightly over his fangs. They both gasped and took a step away from the door, fear clouding their minds. Looking down, he spoke softly, the only words he had spoken in days, "Help me."
Finally, his knees gave out and he crumpled to the floor, his leathery black wings covering him like a blanket.

"If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was just a little bit softer." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, he cries to the moon, "If only, if only."

With a gasp and a flash of sunlight, Florence sat bolt upright. Her chest rose and fell with vigor, her palms instantly became clammy and her head spun for a moment with the sudden movement from a sedentary position. Placing her tiny hands on her forehead, Florence blinked her big eyes a few times to try and remember what had happened. Her stomach did flips at the snippets of memory. She gagged, holding her mouth over her lips. Again, she gagged, her entire body heaving with act. Finding footing on the warm ground beneath, Florence stood and sprinted for the toilet. Gripping the sides of it, she smashed her head through the opening and lost all the bloody contents of her stomach. Sometimes the thirst made her take in too much and it just tore through her stomach. Every time this happened, she would vomit.

Once her body was finished spasming, dry heaving, and completely empty, she slumped against the wall and sighed. What a night. Scanning over her new environment, it suddenly hit Florence that she was not on the same floor as before. She had expected to be put in solitary, or worse... But she was in, in a room much better than her last. The notion made her thin eyebrows furrow together and she stood up slowly, using the wall and toilet as leverage. Her bare feet carried her toward the window slowly and she rested against the concrete cutout of it. Leaning forward, she unlatched it through the bars and let it fly open with a gust of morning wind. The smell of outside fluttered in and Florence had to close her eyes. The cool feel and fresh scent soothed her wildly churning stomach, alive with fire.

What was she doing here? Lifting her arms up over her head, she began to stretch out the tight muscles, but screamed out in pain instead. Dropping them quickly, she panicked and reached back to feel around her shoulder blades, where it hurt the most. The pain was lingering and she was befuddled. Hadn't she finished all the transformation last night? Shouldn't everything be back to normal now?

No. Her fingers fell over a sharp point on her skin, on the ends of both scapula. Her heart raced and she lowered her head. More changes? Killing a man in cold blood... moving into this new, strange place... now this? What were they? How had she never noticed them before? Moving to her bed, Florence frowned, holding back tears and fell under the covers. She would try again to disappear into Ancient London. Perhaps there, someone who find her and take her away from this place? Perhaps there she would be left alone and be happy.

Alex rolled over to discover he was in a bed, not a bear or passed out in the bathroom with a tranquilizer dart in his shoulder. Thank god it was all a dream just like all the other times. With a sigh of relief he looked to his bedside table but the book wasn't there and examining the room closer he realized it wasn't his. He swore and struggled to get out of his sheets they had tangled around him during his nightmare filled sleep induced by the tranquilizer meds. For a moment he thought maybe he was in a straight jacketbut eventually he got the sheets off after tumbling to the ground.

Rising he felt a chill as he realized he was naked, remembering that shredded pile of clothes on his bathroom floor after his... transformation. Further proof that perhaps this time it wasn't a dream and all this time he hadn't been crazy for believing those fantasies. Since his clothes were already off he took a shower; the stale taste of bile from vomiting last night in his mouth and his body sore all over. Getting out he shook his hair dry and slipped into some clothes, it seemed that who ever had brought him had delivered his clothes too, He had been a bear last night why wasn't he dead or in a lab? Unsure of what was going on he decided to play along and tightened his watch on his wrist, thankfully it hadn't been on his wrist the night before and was still in one piece.

Glancing out the window he noticed this room was a floor higher but still had a view of about the same area as his old room had. same old bars over the window and the fall looked even more deadly. He sat on the edge of his bed and stared out the window, he had been a bear last night and was fully convinced now, but from his older dreams that were much like the transformation last night he remembered turning into more than just a bear, so perhaps he wasn't a were-bear, but something even more complicated if that was possible. He wanted to experiment but couldn't think of a safe way not after what had happened last night and he didn't even know half of what happened last night. Why was he on the 3rd floor? What was he?

Checking the time he moved to his door and exited the room it was around noon, he had slept pretty late, but that was expected after how much energy he had wasted last night transforming like that. Deep in thought he walked down the hall when a door suddenly opened in his face. Swearing he flinched backwards avoiding the smack of wood against his face. He looked at the girl on the other side of it. "Well that was close." he smiled happy he hadn't taken a full hit to the face, as if his body didn't hurt enough as it was.

Brielle stirred as the bright sunlight filtered in through the window. "Where am I?" She asked not actually expecting a reply. She pushed the thick blanket off of her tiny frame to reveal that she is no longer in her purple night gown, but a long sleeved nightshirt. Her feet were the next thing to catch her eye. They were neatly wrapped in cloth bandages and she assumed that all glass was removed. She started to roll up her sleeves to alleviate the heat that seem to radiate in the room. As she rolled up her right sleeve she noticed the small pin prick on her forearm she poke it hissing and wincing when she made contact with it.


"Well that was stupid of me" She said aloud once again to no one in particular. she swung her feet off the bed and watched them dangle for a bit, before allowing herself to drop down of the much taller bed and making her way to the bathroom. She didn't bother turns the lights on in the bathroom. She turned to the mirror and began to examine herself. She turned her head this way and that way, until she was satisfied with the knowledge that her veins had returned to their normal state.


She pulled the nightshirt over her head and then turned on the water on scalding. As the tub began to fill she proceed to sit on the edge and carefully unwrap and remove her bandages. Folding them on the counter-top so she can reuse them when she finishes her bath. After unwrapping final bandage, she sank into the tub and sigh in relief. Being so small she is able to submerge her entire body in the scalding water without sending water over the edge.


When she finally emerges from the tub, her feet wrapped and wrapped in one of the fluffiest towels she has ever had, she decides to give the room an actually look through. She walks over to the large dresser in the corner of her room and discovers that all of her stuff has been moved to this room. She slips on a simple pair of black jeans and a green Cami tee.

She then proceeds to knock on the door hoping to get some information on whats going on.

Angel was having the nightmare again, always the same one, but he could never convince himself it was just a replay, just a memory, that it wasn't really happening... again

The first son came out of his small, bullet-hole ridden hovel, holding his hands up in a defensive way, shouting in Arabic for Angel to turn back, to go home, that this wasn't his war. Angel aimed his rifle, pointed at the boy's head, but he hesitated, finally feeling something in this stupid war. And he felt wrong. But then the voice came blaring through his radio, his idiot of a CO(commanding officer)

"Take the shot, Galenos! That little bastard is in league with them! Take the shot, or I swear on my mother's grave I will have you discharged!" He was yelling at Angel, but he was still hesitating. "Do it, you [insert]!" As much as he hated his CO, the Army was all he had. All his friends were soldiers, he had met them all when he joined. He had nothing back home. It wasn't even home anymore. This was home.

And he squeezed the trigger, one round sent through the air, into the boy's eye, then out the back of his head. The limp body dropped with a thud to the dusty ground. The first son was dead. He could feel the heat of the desert sun on his body, underneath the heavy gear he had been issued, and looked up into the sky, fighting the urge to vomit from what he had just done, and then hearing the mother's scream, and he snapped upright in his bed, rolling out of it, and then crawling on all fours to the bathroom, stuck his head over the toilet, and did what he had fought so hard not to do all that time ago in the heat of the desert.

When he was finished, he got to his feet shakily, his body very dehydrated, a side effect of the ability he had used the preceding night, and gulped long cold draughts of water from the sink. He wondered how the guard he had injured was, if he had broken any bones or anything, because the pressure that had been exerted by the vines had been tremendous. He stepped out of the bathroom, looking out the window into the blazing sun, and then glanced around the room. His scant amount of belongings had been brought to this room, cleaner, larger, and just all around nicer than his previous one. Special treatment for attacking a guard? And they put me in a room with a window again. Don't they think I'll try to get out again? He thought to himself as he stepped closer to it, looking down, now from the third floor. He went over to his single bag, pulled out a maroon 'Lamb of God' shirt, a pair of grey jeans, new socks and boxers, and went to take a shower.

He shook his dreadlocks wildly, water whipping all over the bathroom, streaking down the mirror, and then finished drying with the towel. The shower had helped a lot more than a few drinks to restore him from his dehydrated state. They always did. It was like his skin absorbed water through it, feeding the root system inside his body, intertwined with his circulatory system. He looked himself in his deep green eyes in the mirror, and then heard a clamor in the hallway, along with guards speaking over radios. Something had happened out there, but what? He dressed quickly, replaced his dog tags around his neck, and then moved to the door. He was surprised to find it unlocked, and stepped out into the hallway.

Immediately in front of him, to his surprise, were two other patients, a pale, but beautiful five and a half foot girl with long curly black hair, just coming out of her room, and a six foot blonde guy, whom he noticed had scars riddling his hands, and a not-too-bad build a pace away from her open door.

"Hey, I was just moved to this floor. This where the trouble-makers go?" Angel asked, smirking deviously, trying to make light of his situation, and trying to hide exactly what he had done. He glanced away from them, his eyes flying over the guards near the end of the hall, swarming in and out of a room, but he couldn't tell what was going on. He looked back to his fellow patients, trying to be as unassuming as possible.

A beam of light landed on Lana’s face, which by now had lost the blue frost bitten look it had possessed the night before. Her blue eyes opened slowly, and she groaned and turned to her side wanting to get away from the bright light. For a moment she lay on her side until the realization hit her, she was in a new room. She bolted out of bed remembering what had happened last night, remembering that her secret was out. Biting her lip Lana started examining her room, it certainly was nicer then her last one but why after last night would she be treated better. It even seemed that all of her personal belongings had been moved to her new accommodations, now all she had left to check was outside her door.

Not bothering to worry about brushing her blond and blue hair which was a tangled mess atop her head, or changing out of her long white tee shirt and white panties into something more suitable. Lana rushed out of her unlocked door trying to find answers to explain her new environment. As she did she heard a large man say something about just moving to this floor and being a trouble maker. “So I’m not the only new one here then, guess I’ll have to find someone else to explain things to me.” She said striding confidently over to him and the others. “How about you two, what’s the story about these nice new digs? Didn’t know the asylum had four star accommodations before now.”

She opened the door; or more like it flung opened. Her hands was stuck to the side of her face as the cold air of the hall and outside rush towards her, filling her nose with smell of pinecole and the AC. She leaned out little ways to look out to fine a boy who barely dodged the door. She looked at him as he spoke. Her bright blue eyes scanned him quickly. "Er... sorry. I didn't mean to almost hit with my door." She said, barely audiable.

Another boy with dreds walked along the hall. He also stopped and started to talk. She was some-what happy that she was not alone. She took a small step out and shut the door behind her, watching the gaurds. She looked at the two boys. "Uhm..." She mummbled, barely looking at them, more at the floor. It was kind of awkwards for her to meet people outside her door. "Where are you heading?" She looked up. "Just walking around....?" She asked, she knew it was a really stupid question, but it kept the room less quiet.

She leaned on her door, thinking of what to say, and giving them the chance to talk before she could think of what to say. It wasn't like when she and her friend from here met; they met in the painting area this asylum had. It was just pure coincidence. Was this too? She looked at the gaurds. Why would asylums have gaurds? Wouldn't nurses be more... fitted? She thought. Her mind lingered around as she waited for their reply.

She was beginning to feel suffocated. As scared as Florence was, not to mention how humiliated she was, the young woman knew she needed to get out. Get some air. That's what her grandmother used to say all the time.

"Go outside. Get some air. The flowers will appreciate it."

A strange woman. A lonely woman. Florence felt like she never wanted to be that lonely. She wanted more than that... but in her current state, that future was looking more and more bleak. Murdering to live. What kind of a life was that, really? She cursed it, but also tried to get through it. A viscious cycle poor Florence Potter was in. One she must soon get out of.

A rumbling sound from deep within her stopped all wretched thoughts of past, present, and future. She was hungry. For regular, warm, homemade food. Of course, it would not be homemade here, but it would be warm nonetheless. Slowly pulling the sheets from over her head, Florence squinted at the bright light filling her room. How different this was to her former accomodations. One that made her feel a wee bit happier. Maybe she would get out? Pulling her barefeet from the bed and setting them on the warm, hard floor she stood up and opened the closet on the opposite side of the room. What sort of things would she find waiting for her there?

A rather nice crocheted sweater. Two-toned with gray and blue. Also a few pairs of jeans and a few used up t-shirts. This was nice. Much nicer than the gowns they were forced to wear in the other ward. This situation was becoming more and more curious. If she had guessed correctly, in her drunken, murderous stupor, she'd seen other guards carrying other creatures and humans to this same place. Perhaps this Asylum was for peoples like herself and not just crazies? Slipping into some wide legged jeans and some small slippers, Florence adorned a gray t-shirt and the knit-sweater. With a finger raking through her short black bob, Florence smiled awkwardly at herself in the mirror. Some silent investigation was needed, post haste.

Sliding over to the door, she opened it just a bit. It was not locked. Curious. Her heavy blue eye, lined with thick lashes, looked down the hallway. A few doors down she saw a quartet of other patients. They were dressed casually, as she was, and were speaking. Two boys and two young girls. It was a shame really, that Florence had not spoken up earlier in her life and said she was sane. Being in the Asylum for as long as she had wasn't suitable for a twenty-four year old. Especially a twenty-four year old that wanted a life. But Florence remained silent. Which was why she had been put there in the first place. Chewing at the inside of her lip, the young woman opened the door just enough to fit herself through and then shut it quietly behind her. Of course she would not speak with the others, just watch.

And so she stood there, watching their interaction, not taking into mind that she appeared as bat-shit-crazy as the patients in her former ward.

After a while Brielle got tired of waiting for a guard to let her out so she walked over to the door and tested the door knob. To her surprise it clicked open. She opened the door and crept cautiously into the hallway. She noticed two people at the end of the hallway. 'That's my best best bet on getting any answers' She thought to herself.

She turned back inside leaving the door open. Just in case it decided to lock itself. She walked into her bathroom and quickly double checked the mirror to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary. After triple checking, she finally made her way out the door and down the hall. As she made her way down the hall she noticed a person just standing in the hall watching the other two. Not wanting to intrude in the quartets' conversation she made her way to the lone woman on the side.


"Hello, My name is Brielle." She said shuffling her bandaged feet and looking up at the women who was a good six inches taller than her. "What is your name?" She asked hoping not coming off as annoying or intrusive. "Do you happen to know what this floor is for? I was just...uh transfered her last night." Brielle could have slapped herself. Its bad enough the guard saw her last night. Last thing she needed was everyone thinking she was a freak.

Angel laughed at the short girl with the long black hair when she asked her obviously awkward question, and then looked over, still smiling, at the taller, blonde and blue-haired girl striding toward the trio (Angel-me-, Agony, and Alex right?) like she owned the place in a long white tee and no pants.

He couldn't help but laugh again. His dreads fell forward in front of his face, and he pushed them back before saying "Yeah, I was shocked by the new rooms too, especially after..." Oops, he thought, he almost slipped up, "Ehmm, well I think we should introduce ourselves first of all." He said, trying to cover what had happened the night before, there was no way he wanted to talk about that. What kind of freak would they think he was?

He glanced again at the guards swarming one of the other rooms, then back at the small group, "My friends call me Angel. Not because the name suits me either. I had to choose between 'Angel' and 'Tiny' back in the Army." He laughed again, standing up straight, showing off his full height.

What the hell is this? Why am I in such a good mood? Am I doped up on something, or am I just feeling less alone?

Nala had strode over to the small gathering, after waking up with a massive headache. Who knew how long she had been out. The incredibly small teenager looked at each of them before talking. "I'm Nala." She stated, unsure if one of the girls would pull out a knife and try to stab her to death, this was a mental institute to be honest, who knows what crack heads could do here.

Her fiery orange hair frizzed around her head, leaving her with a bad case of bed head. "Why was I brought here?" She demanded, still a little disorientated. Sleeping for long amounts of time did not go well with her system. Nala looked down to realize some of her outfit was singed, great, perfectly great. She thought, sourly. Of all the things, she had evidence of last night.