Leland Morkov's Story

"I swear my mom's an idiot for sending me here...fools don't even lock the doors at night." A girl muttered to herself as she wandered the dark halls of saint joan's. She was a new arrival since about three days ago and it had been a hellish nightmare for her since. Medication, theripists and random people solisting her to join some army of the Matryum. she didn't care about one or the other either way, but she swore that something in the universe was laughing at her. Rumors swung around the place about somekind of beast man. This description made her attitude here more pissy than she thought was ever possible. Black hair with streaks of gray, gray eyes, long nails and a preference for wearing fur. She knew no one else who had that descripsion than her dear cousin Lacross.

She was stuck here with him, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She snorted to herself as she wandered the halls, shaking the mane of hair that cascaded down her back. It was cool in the halls, not as cold as her home back in washington state, but as cool as winter can get during these times. Leland looked around the halls, some paitents milled around, some others sleeping in the halls (no doubt that they'd be woken up soon) and some just walking. She hadn't met any orderlies as of yet in her wanderings, but did chat with some people in the effort of getting feel for the place. She wouldn't have minded a guide of some sort or someone who had been here for longer than three days.

A doubled over a bit in pain, leaning against the wall for a moment before it subsided a bit. "Stupid cramps, should have been gone by now." she muttered to herself as she wandered on through the halls.

There was a lot to consider as she peered out of her room. Sadie had abandoned the cause of trying to properly attend the meetings. Her mind was in a thousand places at once. She wasn't terribly keen on the day's routine, which she knew would involve being shoved into a shower and force fed whatever medication they deemed it that day. They really weren't as abusive as Sadie thought they were, she just wasn't cooperative as of late. She stepped out, bare feet scrunching a little at the toes when she felt the cool linoleum. It was cooler than usual. Maybe it was to discourage patients from running around half dressed. She wrapped her arms around herself, sighing in irritation. A night without sleep had rendered her cranky at best. Her dark hair hung in her face. It was only then that Sadie considered that she needed a haircut. The messy hair that grew on her head was choppy at best. She had cut it off in a rage to anger her mother. It had worked. She smiled wryly and reached, touching the jagged ends of her bangs. What did it matter?

Why the hell was it so cold? Sadie pursed her lips, her arms tightening around herself. Her sweater shifted, exposing her lower stomach for a moment. A chill ran up her spine, and she moved around like a madwoman, fighting with the fabric until she was properly settled. It was early yet, and there weren't too many others to witness her fit. It was now she remembered why she hated this place so much. She was always being watched. It was ridiculous. Why was she whining internally? Lack of sleep made her a brat. Dark circles were formed under her eyes, causing this hollow effect that warded off most of the other patients who normally caused her trouble. She shuffled, half aware, half pissed off, through the halls. Molly was dead. The Matryum was winning. Her mother was coming to visit.

Sadie shuddered, and grunted to herself. The last thing she needed right now was her mother. She trailed her hand on the wall, walking and wandering and muttering to herself. She almost smacked into another patient, sighing and moving around her. Why was everyone always in her way? Sadie turned and stared for a moment. She was tall. Ridiculously tall. A match for her dear friend. Sadie grinned a little at the thought of finding Lacross and showing him. Part of her wondered what had landed the female here, but she didn't speak a word. Just stared. She was like that. Some found it insulting, others just stared back. Sadie had to look up to properly see her face, feeling like a child next to her. It was ridiculous. Everyone here was so tall.

She was new. Probably had Molly's room. This perturbed Sadie in a way that made her stomach churn and boil. How easily they replaced the fallen. The hurt was still fresh in her mind, and caused her to project her anger upon the new arrival. "Welcome to hell." She hissed, quite bitterly, turning on her heel and heading back down the hall. Anyone who knew Sadie knew that it wasn't in her nature to be so cruel, particularly to those who had done no wrong to her. Skipping medication, a night without sleep, death, an impending visit, it all mixed into her sour mood and created something that looked like Sadie but acted like someone she pretended not to know.

The night had been an interesting one. Jesse had plotted his revenge. Get rid of the dog boy. Figure out how to crumble the little girl. She had told him no. He had gotten in his way. They infuriated him. He would destroy them both, in their own special ways. He would crumble their society. Jesse sat in his room, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes. He flicked his hair away from his face, dressing and standing at his full height. It was going to be a long day. But if everything went right, it would set in motion something that would make the rest of his stay here much more fun. Jesse knew where Lacross' strange dwelling was. He could take it apart. He knew Sadie's attachment to the wolf boy. He could destroy them both in one swipe. But he couldn't do it alone. The Matryum was not a good option. He needed friends. Or anyone who would move with him to take them down. It was going to be hard, but he was going to get his revenge.

He stepped out of his room. Patients wandered, the cool air touched his face and he squinted. He was just taking in his surroundings. Planning. Plotting. It was more than revenge, he needed to do this to be right again. It was then, he heard it. "Welcome to hell." A soft, bitter, angry statement. Coming from a small form.

Sadie.

The little brat. Facing a tall figure. A female. She was just a few inches shy of being eye to eye with him. Jesse was intrigued. She wasn't tiny, puny, pathetic. She had this way about her that demanded his attention. Gorgeous.

Jesse moved towards them, watching as Sadie sauntered off. She wasn't his problem at the moment. Well...she was, but he needed to prioritize what to deal with first. "Don't mind her. She has some...issues." He frowned. They all had issues, didn't they? But some where sicker than others. "I'm Jesse, and if you know what's good for you, stay away from that one. Her pet...boy...thing will snap at you." He could be so normal, so average teenage boy when he wanted to be. When he wasn't angry, when he wasn't being told no.

"Welcome to Saint Joan's. If you hate it here already, you have the right idea." Jesse brushed his hair away from his face again. He couldn't talk down to her. She was nearly as tall as him. Her posture demanded a sort of respect. It dug up a bit of decency in him that never lasted long.

Leland tilted her head to the side when the smaller girl walked past her. "Warm welcomes." She muttered to herself as she was about to walk on by and maybe mingle with the other paitents. However, a voice caught her attention, cirtenly a warmer greeting than the girl that she had just seen. She turned to look at him. His eyes where obscured by his hair somewhat, that he was a few inches taller than her. Normal for a male usually since she was unusually tall for a female. Sandy brown hair covered the top of his head. Her head tilted again.

"They already had to knock me out twice, so I assume that hate of this place is covered." She said, now starting to pace around him. She was looking for ticks, nuances, and anything she could figure out about this one. A habit she had picked up from somewhere she couldn't remember. The mention of the 'dog boy' made her pace a little faster. "You've tangled with him and didn't get mauled? You're either brave and stupid or just fast." She said, point blank as if she were insulting him. "Either way, I know that one already. You can say we have a long history."

She stopped just shy of being toe to toe with him and stuck her face right into his. Just shy of knocking their heads together. "So...What the name you're given, stranga'?" she questioned, her eyes going every which way at the slightest sound.

Jesse couldn't help but laugh at her response. He turned his head to sort of track where she was as she paced around him. He frowned ever so slightly, shoving his hands into his pockets and examining her. Nervous? No. Intent? Maybe. She was hard to read when she moved so much and seemed to be so set on looking at him. "They knocked you out, too? Have they labeled your chart with "difficult" or some other word for pain in the ass yet?" He grinned cheekily at her. It was amusing to watch. She was alive. So many others here were drones. Walking dead. No life or rebellion to be found.

Tangled with him? Jesse sighed in irritation at the memory. "Fast and I can't stand him. He seems to be the type that could snap my neck. So far I've avoided that." His face scrunched up in thought. At least for now. He sure was a pain in Jesse's neck. And other places. "If you have a history with that idiot I'm sorry." He responded. The subtle insult didn't phase him too much. It was true. Messing with someone so much bigger and fiercer...not a great idea. But Jesse was so used to being the biggest kid on the block, that being here had thrown him through a loop.

He snapped out of his thoughts when she was in his face, asking his name. He laughed and gently pressed his hands to her shoulders, lightly pushing back against her. "Jesse. That's what they call me. Unless you hear the nurses. They call me the problem." He smirked, lightly knocked his head to hers, then pushed her away from him. He had control of the situation for now. She wasn't shoving him off, or being super distant. She wasn't telling him no, particularly.

"They said I might be a pain in the ass, not one yet." Leland said, shaking her head as if recoiling from being knocked in the head and pushed back. She started pacing around him again, her hands behind her back. "My history isn't a good one, but you can't choose family now can you?" She gave a slightly irritated face at the thought of meeting her wretched cousin here, though she'd rather meet him when he was calm and coherent rather than him being more animistic to where he couldn't talk.

"The name's Leland, stranga', new here as of three days ago." She said before doubling down somewhat. "Don't worry about me, just some cramps." She soon straightened back up to pace around him again.

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Jesse watched her, a little smirk of bemusement on his face when she spoke of her history and her family. Nobody seemed to have a very sunshine-filled past around those parts. That wasn't expected. His thoughts wandered to his own upbringing, or lack thereof. The thoughts darkened his eyes, his mind only brought back to reality when she spoke her name. Leland. Well that was a name. He squinted at her, frowning when she doubled over. "Jesus, what the hell did they do to you?" He asked in response, an edge to his voice. She was new, but they already saw her as a threat. He knew they were capable of many things...even from a legal standpoint...but what had they done to her? Or was it just consequences? Why did he give a crap? Mostly because it now somewhat concerned his own well being. If he gave them trouble, would they tear him apart? No. The nurses were skittish around him.

Why was he thinking into it so hard? Jesse could take on just about any orderly here. Right? Totally. He crossed his arms, straightening his back and watching Leland pacing around him. It made him sort of nervous. Like he was being observed. Jesse was so tired of being watched, observed like an animal in a cage. Clearly, they didn't keep their animals locked up around here.

No Pets Allowed.

Jesse snickered at the memory of the sign plastered with all the rules. Arbitrary things...like lights out at ten, or how the nurses weren't supposed to be smoking or watching tv while working. Nobody ever followed these ridiculous commandments.

Leland gave him the look of 'what-are-you-talking-about?' when he asked what they did to her and lowered her head in a questioning manner. "They didn't do anything to me! I have cramps right now!" She said, doubling over slightly again. This stopped her pacing momentarally, the pain making her feel weak in a way. Then again, she had been loosing blood for a week. Lightheaded about it from it? No. Irritated by it? yes.

Soon, the pain went away as soon as it came; letting her stand up up again. "Anyway, what I meant was that my history with him was not a good one. I am is cousin on his mother's side. His mother was my aunt." She said, now leaning against the wall. She had paced around him enough for her, now it was time to watch his silent language. She knew conversation usually brought this out in people, so why not strike up one? Besides, he was one of the few people that wasn't so...hostile to her habits.

"What about you? What did you do to get on his bad side?" She asked like it was hard feat to do so. From her point of view, her dear cousin was very easy to anger and even worse depending on the time of day if you were unlucky enough to raise his ire. She was curious to what he did, but also to what his body would say.

Jesse squinted at her and sighed. Women were confusing and miserable creatures sometimes. He decided to throw the issue aside and crossed his arms over his chest, frowning deeply as she mentioned being related to Lacross. Well that was a miserable fate. At least in his mind. She didn't seem terribly happy with it, either. Finally, she stopped moving. He could watch her without having to turn his head in a million directions. He flicked his hair away from his eyes, gazing purposefully at her. She didn't squirm or shrink away. Stubborn but in a much better way. He liked that. A small curl of the lip betrayed a smirk. It faded when she brought Lacross up again. How Jesse had managed to piss him off. Jesse tipped his head backward in irritation as he thought of his various meetings with the wolf boy.

"It started with the girl. I was just trying to talk to her and he got all defensive. Then it happened again outside. Then I stumbled upon his damn den or whatever you want to call it. He's so easy to piss off. Walks around here...rather crawls around here, acting all high and mighty. Like he owns the place or something. He pisses me off." His shoulders tensed, and then he moved his head back down to look at her again. "I'm sorry you're related to that idiot. He's nothing but trouble. It wouldn't surprise me if he saw people as possessions instead of friends."

Mind you, that was pure projection. That was how Jesse saw everyone. Particularly if they were weaker than him. If he could overpower them, they belonged to him. It was wrong, but it was what he knew.

Leland raised an eyebrow. "A girl, eh? Might be because she's smaller. I remember something like that happening before." She said, rubbing her chin in thought would looking him up and down. The way he tipped his head back was intreging, but said nothing about him other then the memory was just irritating to bring up. "I will tell you this a friendly warning. The way he acts depends on the time of day."

She got off the wall and started to mimic lacross in her own way, hunched over slightly and her hand clawed to mimic her cousin. "In the morning, something happens to him to where he can't speak normally and acts more animal than human." She straightened back out, and leaned against the wall. "Throughout the day he seems to gain 'some' humanity. But I know a way to break him." She turned away, giving a knowing smirk before starting to santer away. She loved leaving people in suspense, knowing that this one had a grudge against her dear cousin. Leading people by the nose was always an evil sort of fun.

Lacross frowned, watching as she moved and somewhat mimicked Lacross. How many others had there been? Why did he care? The two of them (Sadie and Lacross, respectively) where nuisances in his life. Sadie was an interest, but she resisted and changed her mind so much that he wasn't sure if it was worth the effort to try and get her on his side. The comment about his mood changing through the day was interesting. Maybe mood was the wrong word. Demeanor? Jesse wasn't terribly sure at this point. He just wanted Lacross put down like the dog he was so that he could function without the animal boy in his way.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light. A way to break him? Jesse perked him, but Leland was starting to wander away from him. No! Not cool! "Oi! I didn't say we were done here!" He called, then scampered up to walk beside her. "Come on, we're on the same side of the fence here. I've already got something on him, if you don't wanna deal with him, we can get rid of him. Moved somewhere. I dunno. What do you say?" Okay, more of he wanted to know what she knew. Jesse loved being in power and she was taking that feeling from him by playing the bait and walking away with it.

Leland tilted her head to the side as she walked and eyed him. "who said I wasn't done?" she cooed with an edge. She didn't like being told that she wasn't done with something when she clearly was, but the way he scrabbled to her to get her attention was intresting. A sort of desperation to get rid of lacross. She had broken him once when they 'lived' in the same house, but something told her it wasn't like being in this place and being broken.

"Hmm. Granted. I haven't seen him in a long time, but that doesn't mean I want the feeling of he nearby. Alright. I'll help you." She said bending backwards with her hands being her back with a large yawn. "You stop looking at me like a peice of meat and do what I say around him. I can keep you from getting mauled." she said, point blank adressing his stare at her. She was more than unconfortable with it and a simple request for him to quit it shouldn't be too hard to accept. If not, well...a well placed brick to the head wouldn't hurt. Much.

"I'll give you this. Isolation is a big weakness for him, time is another. If he is stuck somewhere where there is no way for him to tell the time of day; Best case sonerio it will make him a jibbering mess who can't function and it gets him in solitary for a couple weeks and out of your hair for a good couple weeks." She said, leaving out her own thoughts on it. She knew about the worst and most likely case sonerio: That now only would her dear cousin find his way out and be in a blind bestial rage, but also maul everyone in his way. However, she kept this fact to herself.

"Anything else that you found?"

Jesse frowned, deeply bothered by her choice of words. She was always out of his grasp. Always a challenge to get her attention, to get the information he wanted. He wasn't sure if this bothered him or made him more interested. Maybe a mix of the both. At least she stood on the same side of her mind for more than a few minutes and didn't whine for someone to come and save her whenever someone pissed her off. Jesse could respect that...to a point. There was a length for every thread before it snapped. He didn't know his own limits. But he would try, because she was different. Intriguing.

What was that? Meat? Jesse frowned deeply. "I don't know what you're talking about...that's how I look at everyone." It wasn't a personal jab. He didn't know any better. No amount of therapy and scoldings had taught him otherwise. Reality was harsh when it slapped him in the face. When someone was bold and brash enough to make a comment on his behavior. He wasn't used to being told he was being wrong or told to stop. But he would have to tolerate it if he was going to get to his higher goal. "But whatever."

Isolation. Time of day. Jesse followed the words like a kid trying to chase after a lost ball. She handed him little clues that he could use to destroy Lacross and drive him in a completely different direction. Out of his way. But of course she wanted to know what he had.

"He's got this...cave...hideaway...thing. In one of the unfinished wards. Wasn't terribly happy that I know about it. Smells bizarre. And there's these weird meetings. The kids all gather up, last time it was outside, and gather around and act like idiots. I don't know what the meaning of it all is, I got chased off by him before I could get a closer look." Jesse hissed, spite and venom dripping from his words.

Leland tilted her head to the side at his mention of her dear cousin's little hideaway. "He likes heights. Makes him feel safe for good reason. What ever it is, I won't be able to help you there. He's been able to get to high places that only a big cat could get to," She said shaking her head. "What you smell on him though, is different flowers and herbs that are more than likely native to the surrounding area; makes him feel more at home from what I've heard from the rest of the family since I refused to go to any of the family reunions anymore."

She raised an eyebrow at the gathering of patients outside. That was neither here or there and frankly didn't care to break up some gathering that she didn't really have any reason to ruin. Even if her cousin was a part of it. One doesn't spoil the bunch. "That gathering has nothing to do with the fact that Lacross is in your way. They have nothing to do with him and frankly I have no issue with them. Matter a fact it would sound more fun if it wasn't in the dead of winter." She said flatly.

She noted the edge in his voice at his description, anger and hate lined it. Needs a stress ball. Or a wrap jacket. And if that was how he looked at everyone, that was going to be a problem. She sighed. "I can't get you to his place here, but I can get him into solitary for a couple weeks easy. Allowing you to do what ever it is you where trying to do in that time, what ever that may be." She was slightly afraid what he would be doing in that time, but telling him to prepare for the worst once he gets out. If the isolation wards are what she assumed, being dark windowless and the only light inside being where he would get food...then bailing on his ass as soon as he got out, and more than likely if she knew her cousin's strength and temper that would be on his own.

"Not interested in getting into his freakshow hideout. I'm interested in getting him out of my hair." Ha, hair. Either way, Jesse's intentions were pretty straightforward, and Leland seemed to have the means to get the job done. If he could keep up with her, that was. She seemed to side step him all the time, not just physically but in the way she spoke. It was infuriating, but it seemed to come with the the territory. Seriously. If he could get rid of Lacross for a while, even a few days, none the less a few weeks, it would be amazing. It would be beautiful. Some peace from the idiot wolf boy. Some peace to do as he pleased without being questioned by someone bigger than him. Jesse hated that.

"You're in a building full of crazy people. The outdoors in the middle of winter is their thing. Maybe some of them'll die in the process." Jesse muttered, mostly to himself in irritation. "Like I said. Even a few days without him driving completely batty would be great. He's already a pain." He stated firmly, brushing his hair away from his face to pause and look at Leland. Why was she so willing to help him? Was it just that she didn't like Lacross, either? Could she be trusted? It was a mad house, were any of them to be trusted?

"Why the hell did they put you here? You seem coherent." Such a big word for such a malevolent boy.

"Let's just say that, a man is in the hospital for a long time because of me." Leland said, knowing that she wasn't giving a straight up answer to him. She liked it that way, mostly because it wasn't any of his business, but throwing people a bone never hurt anyone before. Hopefully he wouldn't make it a habit of prying into her personal business after this. "As for my dear cousin, Leave it to me to put him in solitary, then do what you need to do." She tilted her head to the side at him, "Though I don't know what you need to do that involved lacross getting in the way." She muttered under her breath. She really didn't know what he did to set him off to the point of nearly mauling him since as of recently she had heard that Lacross had calmed considerably (even if it wasn't believed by her personally), she couldn't help but feel... uncomfortable around him and was a bit tense because of it. It was only a matter of waiting and watching him once the deed was done.

"You mind walking me to my room, it's in the west quarter, but as you can see I'm a bit lost." she said, wishing to go to bed now. Such a late hour, possibly some time in the morning. Sleep always kept her morning best away.

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The night air started to chill the bones of the beast as he watched the merriment of the other rebels outside. Most saw this as freedom from the mayturm and her tyranny over this place. However, something else was at work to him, something wrong. He physically shook from it, deciding to go back inside to warm up seeing that is furs where wet from the him being in the grass and the dew having settling in the fur.

The halls were as black as night to all who's eyes hadn't been adjusted to the night as his was. He could see every crack in the wall, every unpainted pipe that stuck out of the walls. Every sound that was made by those halls made his eyes the turn to where it was coming from, the feeling of being watched was...more than unnerving to him. Silence made him nervous, something felt wrong to him. Nothing was right here to begin was. Death was still around since Molly had passed on, possibly visiting more of those who couldn't take the asylum's "treatment."

Then it him, his head felt like it was on fire. He looked out one of the near by windows to look for some kind of indication of the time. "N-not now! Please! I haven't made it back yet!" He silently screamed in pain to himself. He could feel it, the animal wanting to come back to take him over and fighting him for it. give in! it is no longer your time! it screamed and howled at him from the darkest part of his mind. He staggered as he walked, heaving and panting like the animal that he was becoming again for the morning hours.

One would call this a mental relapse, the very thing that he strove not to let anyone witness. The pain was unbearable, like hot needles peaking through his skin as he hung onto the walls. No one could see it on his physically, no one would ever see it. It made him who he was, the being that was human only in body and closely disciplined mine. That threatened to shatter right there and he didn't have the time.

"No, Please! Not yet!" he managed to stammer out before dropping to the floor on all fours. He could feel himself fading, but still fought the beast as he moved on trying to get back to his room. Gods forbid anyone dragged him away.

Jesse raised his eyebrows at her, then shrugged. Whatever. She was just as much of a mess as anyone here, but at least she could hold a conversation...and his interests. He nodded a little, shoving his hands into his pockets. Leland seemed semi-interested in what he wanted Lacross out of the way for, but instead of giving her a full answer, he shrugged. "He's way too protective of this girl. All I want to do is get to know her, but he tries to bite my head off whenever I get too close. It's really annoying. He struts around like he owns the place, like he can tell people who they can and can't be friends with. In context, it was so much darker than that. But Jesse had some charm that only a serial killer could carry...though he hadn't killed anyone in his lifetime. Not yet, anyways. His plans seemed so innocent, but his intentions were horrible.

She seemed to tire of him, and requested that he lead her to her room. "Gladly. Come on." He stuck his chin up in the general direction of that specific hall, and started walking. He kept his pace so he was beside her, not in front of her, but not behind her. He refused to show dominance nor submission to her, and decided to try and keep her on an even playing field. She confused and challenged him.

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All was wrong. Sadie had been refusing her meds, had strayed from her friends, and generally was being withdrawn and miserable. The nurses wouldn't be able to find her for hours at a time. It was dark in the hallways. Patients stumbled, she mumbled to herself, and just sort of ignored anything around her. Her temper was on the edge, and she wasn't terrible happy about the oncoming events. Her mother was due later in the day, probably around lunch time. Nobody could properly track her long enough to medicate her, and she generally wanted to be left alone. Passing Jesse and the tall girl a few times, she nervously paced the halls, like a caged animal. Her dark eyes were sullen and downcast as she walked. Her hands were wrung in front of her, her bare feet slapping against the linoleum floors. Her dark stares were shot at Jesse when she passed him a last time, before heading back towards her own room.

There were noises as she headed back towards her room. Animalistic, angry noises. Lacross. Her sullen gaze lifted to see Svean trying to drag him to his room. A mixture of concern and agitation swept through her. She wanted to help, but at the time, her mind was so clouded with anger and lack of sleep, that she would be no help to him. She sighed heavily, wrapping her arms around herself. She hummed softly as she pressed herself to the wall across from them, sadly gazing at Lacross as he struggled towards his room. Getting in his way when he was barely capable of speech was not a smart decision. "Don't get in his face once you get in there. Unless you want to lose your face." She warned Svean firmly, her gentle voice layered with a grim air.

The days had been reletively...okay to Leland. Doctors didn't give her that much trouble even though she was blatantly disrespectful to the staff. Then again, they must have had to deal with a lot of it in the day not to really give a damn. It was early morning, somewhat on the cusp of people waking up and being active and others not even trying to wake themselves up for the day. But Leland walked with a pep in her step. She had a job to do for the time being. Walking into the unfinished ward, she was searching. Looking up at the ceiling for an opening. She remembered that Jesse had said something about a hideaway that lacross had in this place and knowing her dear cousin, he had his as a high rise.

She noticed a large hole in the ceiling and tilted her head to the side. "bingo."Looking around, she pushed a large box just under the hole and climbed up the second level and started looking in the rooms. Several empty rooms started to frustrate her to nearly calling off the search until she came across a room at the end of the hall. The light coming from the dawn was just enough for her to see what was inside the room. A smile that only came from baleful intent snaked across her face.

Furs hung from the walls along with bones feathers and other animal remains that had been carefully defleshed and had designs carved into them. Jars of herbs, bones and some kind of ointment in smaller jars lined the floor. Everything that brought the memory of her beastial cousin was here. This was his den.

She walked out of the room, and returned with a loose pipe and stood in the middle of the room. "Freak doesn't even deserve half this stuff. Thankfully the blame won't be on me. Idiot won't even know what what hit him." She said with a sick smile on her face. She swung wildly, destroying almost everything that was in the room until there was nothing left to break. A job well done in her mind as she dropped the pipe and bent down to pick up the smaller jars. She stuffed them into her pockets and darted off back into the legal parts of the asylum to drop off most of the jars in her room. Taking one with her to experiment with for the time being. Giving the new to jesse was a bit of a 'priority' too, but that could wait until she saw him.
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The beast was gone for the time being, but always it left him without a voice and more animal then human. He was tired, exhasted and more importantly fearful. Sadie and Svean had tried to help him last night and who knew what the beast had done to them in it's rage. He opened the door to his room, looking around for staff that might be around. None on any side of the hall, safe to go out for now. He noticed that the note that he had tried to give to svean was on the ground. He sighed, but understood. His haste probably knocked it out of his shirt. I'll give it to sadie. She'll read it.' he thought to himself as he trotted out of the hallway and started to wander the building.

He made a stop by sadie's room, scribbling 'read first, then give it to svean' on it before heading off the unfinished parts of the asylum. But almost imminently, something felt wrong.

Horribly wrong that it made him rear up on his legs and run toward where his den was. He noticed to box where he would normally jump up to the second floor of the ward and started to pant. Horrible things started to run through his mind, but none could rival what he found.

His den had been violated. Broken bones, and shattered peices of glass everywhere. The furs and hides torn and thrown about like trash and herbs everywhere. To threaten a friend was one thing, but this was too far. The pipe that did the job was still here, thrown into the middle of the floor like trash. His home was ransacked. A sacred area defiled. Then a thought crossed his mind. Looking around frantically in the rubble, he searched in vain for the one thing that would have probably survived. His carved hunting horn.

Without it, the only semblance of home was gone. Something a certain someone stove to do. Accusing him of "getting in his way." Jesse had already raised his ire with a previous stunt, but this overrode his thought. He had destroyed his home and stolen something that was sacred for his own greed or pride. Now his blood called and not even voices of reason could calm him.

He dropped down from the second floor and ran on all fours, back into the legal part of the asylum. Anger drove him to his hunt, but was impeded by staff.

"Lacross, it's time for breakfast." One of the doctors said, behind him large orderlies that moved in on him to grab his arms. Adrenaline raged through his body as he fought off the orderlies. The doctor managed to get out of the way long enough to call to the Matryum about the violence that was happening before him.

"Lacross Cromwell is going on a rampage. The orderlies are down and-" The radio was crushed in his hand and the doctor knocked out by a clawed punch to the face. Blood from the unconscious and bleeding orderlies stained is hands and face as he started to run through the asylum. The smell of blood driving him on, maddening him as the hunt went on. Smarter patients moved out of his way and nurses from all over the asylum where starting to call in for back up. A roar rang out, loud enough for those with a good ear could hear it and cringe. Doctors and orderlies fell to him as they tried to contain him, it was only a matter of time before jesse's blood would be shed. His anger rivaled no other, but this was not the beast...this was the rage of loosing his home.

Lacross made his way around the chaos induced asylum with ease. waiting for orderlies to pass from a hiding spot, knocking out any doctor or orderly, nurse, or doctor that managed to find him. It wasn't long until he made it back to his room again. He sat in the floor again, staring at all the destruction that he had caused in the room during the beast's reign. The last thing he saw before blacking out was the look of fear on svean's face. "I hope you're alright friend." He whispered to himself as he sat and thought on the situation.

However, he didn't realize that he was being watched. His own cousin, along with a couple orderlies and doctors sat in wait.

"Are you sure he's not going to see us? he's already taken down half of the staff." One orderly said, now starting to creep around the corner.

"You'll be fine. He's calmed down now, You really want this danger roaming around the hospital just so he can attack someone else?"

The staff looked at each other. The girl had a point, and it did seem that lacross wasn't aware of them at the moment. Now was the time.

If anything could scare Lacross, it was an ambush. It all went so fast for him, the sting of needles, slashing of claws across someone's face as he tried to free himself to no avail. Soon, he was on the edge of dream land, slung over the shoulder of one of the orderlies and being taken to the solitary ward. Leland had a sly smile on his face, but had not found jesse as of yet. She shrugged. He was a bit annoying though, and seeing from how long he had been missing, he must of ran into her dear cousin before she would warn him. Oh well. It wasn't like she was playing for any team. She was just in it for her own gain.

Many patients talked among themselves in the sitting room, though the talk was mostly uniform. About Lacross's ambush and lock up in solitary. Some said that it was a welcome relief from the morning chaos that he caused almost every day. Others were fearful of what would happen if he where to get out. He had almost become a mythological creature among the patients. And for good reason.

Most sat at tables, indulging in idle chit-chat. However, there was one in the very back corner that most of the other patients seemed to avoid. About 7 or 8 people around the table, some sitting in chairs while others crawled on all fours, swiping at each other as if they had paws. Others crawled around the room on all fours, looking in sadie's direction, making it look like they weren't looking at her. However, they all wore almost the same thing. Some kind of furs, some had small bone, animal skulls or other animal parts sown into their clothing. Others looked disshuffled in apperiance, as if they had been living in the wild all their lives. But they all seemed to be watching the room, the females and some males at the table, while others wandered the room.

Leland sat at one of the other tables by herself, watching the staff make their rounds and the other patients make idle chat with each other. She had already heard that he was in solitary a while ago. Good riddence, his very presence next to her made her skin crawl. He knew that she would have to deal with him later once he got out. If he got out within the day, but she doubted that from the beating she had heard he had taken. She smirked to herself, but also felt a bit of guilt. Her cousin's den was sacred ground to him and she had torn it to shreds and put the blame on the asylum scapegoat. As much jesse deserved his time, She had not not seen lacross in years and still her grudge against him. She scratched her head, thinking of how to do away with the guilt. People watching would probably help the situation...somewhat.