Sadie Blarke's Story

Sadie scrambled away from the closed door as soon as it clicked, trembling from head to toe. That wasn't Lacross. Everything was spiraling out of control and she couldn't handle it. She wasn't in the trapped state of mind she usually was. Being off her meds and exhausted, she couldn't lock up her emotions and pretend not to feel anything. Sheer terror and a mourning for the friend she knew was trapped inside that beast brought forth the worst in her. Svean was trying to reason with her, trying to ask her to keep watch. But she couldn't just go. She could hear the howling, the practical screams from behind the other side of the door. She knelt down, her ear against the door, her palm pressed to it, tears streaming slowly down her face. "Lacross, don't be like this," her voice crawled above a whisper. Unheard. Unrecognized by the beast, she presumed. He couldn't listen to her if he wasn't in control. She knew that he wouldn't remember or care later if she was there to talk to him through the door, anyways. She could only make it worse.

"You're so much better than that." She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. And in that moment, something was louder than his screams. Footsteps. Sadie jumped up, wiping at her eyes and stomping past Svean. She paused at the edge of the hallway, where the other halls met and crossed their path. She peered around the corner. Nothing. For now. She slumped there, against the wall, pressing her hands to her face. She couldn't listen to it. Even down the hall, even as terrifying as they sounded, Lacross' howls broke her heart. Everything felt so much more intense, so much harder to deal with when she wasn't on her medication.

The ruckus in the room started to lessen as Lacross started to tire. Trying to escape to no avail and Lacross himself starting to weaken his beast's control. He started to stumble, making one last push on the door before dropping to the floor. He panted in exhaustion, clawing at the door as the beast made it's last attempts at freedom for the night. Soon his vision blurred and blacked near the door, curled up on the ground.

This was the cycle that Lacross was cursed with almost every night. Unfamiliarity caused this violence. The entrapment caused rage and loss of control. they asylum itself caused the beast to become stronger than it had been on the outside and caused it's rage. But every night it would slip in it's hold and let Lacross to the forefront again with no energy to call for help. Only to fall to the ground in a pathetic heap.

Suddenly, there was peace. Well..maybe not peace, but Lacross stopped howling. Sadie moved from her position at the corner, knowing her task of watching for the nurses was over. She slowly made her way over, once more pressing her hand and ear against the door. No more howling. No more throwing furniture. Just his breathing from the other side of the door. "Lacross?" She questioned softly, tapping her fingers against the boundary between them. It made her sick. Did this happen every night? She pursed her lips, gently scratching at the faded paint on the door that was shut tightly between her and her friend. After a long period of thought, she wiped at the tears that stained her cheeks and climbed to her feet. She looked at Svean for a moment, then made her decision. She was going in there. Not too long ago, she had been dragging Svean out of that very room. But it sounded safer. Quieter. And quite frankly, what did it matter if she died? These thoughts were dangerous ones, ones that crept up on her whenever she stopped taking her pills.

Real emotions. Real thoughts. Everything was raw. Sadie struggled with the door, then slipped through the crack that was just big enough for her body. Oh, Lacross. Slumped there on the floor. All alone. Sadie frowned, and her knees met the floor in a clumsy fashion. She crept over to him, wary that he could snap up like something out of a bad horror movie at any moment. Whatever. She frowned, sitting next to the slumped over, probably not even conscious body of her friend. Gently, she stroked his back, murmuring quietly to mostly herself. Nothing important. Just small little stories. Childhood stories. Why it was going to be okay. Sadie spoke to Lacross like someone would speak to the picture of a deceased friend. Mournfully. With a smile and a sob in her voice. "My mother is coming today. I don't like her much." She shifted, tucking her legs to the side of her as she continued to gently stroke at his furs with the back of her hand.

"You need to get better, Lacross. We've got exploring to do." Sadie whispered, pouting out her lower lip. She was never present for his episodes. Ever. She lingered for quite a while, before she heard movement out in the hallway. She stiffened. A nurse entered, looking absolutely petrified. She seemed to be torn between running from the scene (destroyed room, claw marks on the floor) or dragging Sadie out of there. Sadie glared at her, completely stubborn. The two had a bit of a silent argument of whether she was leaving or not, before the nurse rushed at her, wielding a needle. Sedatives. "No!" She hissed, standing in front of Lacross with a fierce look on her face. She thought they were here to drug him.

"Your mother is here."

The words rooted her like the earth had opened and sucked her in, leaving her without the will to run. Sadie froze, and she felt the distinctive pinch of the needle in her arm. She was out of control again. A doctor appeared shortly afterwards, collecting her like a rag doll and swooping out of the room. Sadie couldn't even form a sentence, none the less see what they did after she was extracted from the room. Whatever happened beyond that was out of her control.

The past few days had been quiet. Jesse was plotting. Well...at the moment he was wandering the halls, avoiding the nurses. There had been an uproar in one of the other halls, so he had slipped past them and into the unfinished ward. Maybe wolfboy would be up in his rafters again. When he arrived, Jesse didn't smell the tell-tale scent of incense. Just the cold air that whipped around him. The cold wasn't so bad. At least not now. It didn't matter, anyways. He was trying to get some peace of mind. Some time alone. Where he wasn't shoved in therapy, or being told what to do, or being forced to do things that he really, really didn't want to do. These things included arts and crafts. What did they think he was? Five? Insolent bastards. He flicked his hair away from his face, sighing heavily.

There was nothing of interest out here. Just nails sticking up everywhere, and no protection from the elements. Jesse muttered to himself, wandering up and down the hall. It was the third time he paced the perimeter when something hit his foot. It was big, wooden, and strange. He frowned, and bent down to pick it up. Odd. Hollowed out. He looked it over a few times, then laughed. Probably something the damn beast boy left laying around. It was intriguing though. He would keep it. Just for kicks. Maybe somebody inside would know what it was. With that, he tucked the item under his coat, as bulky and strange as it was to walk after that. Jesse slipped back into the legal parts of the asylum, wandering the halls. Light was breaking. People were wandering the halls. Visiting hours had started. He watched as a doctor, practically cradling a small, barely conscious patient and carried her towards the common room. This is where most visits where. He stopped, watching out of sheer curiosity.

It was Sadie. At one of the tables sat a petite, brunette woman. Jesse tipped his head. Sadie seemed heavily drugged, but still not pleased to see her. Odd. Jesse sat there, just around the corner, watching. The woman was her mother, presumably. They shared features. She had Sadie's eyes, dark and unforgiving, but hers were heavily made up and framed by bangs. Her hair was much longer, pin straight, and carefully styled. In short, she was pretty, even though her age showed on the edges of her eyes. Practically a grown up Sadie. The hair was too light, nearly blonde. Either way, it was a sight to see. Sadie was squirming, refusing to look the woman in the eyes. It looked more like a courtesy call than a mother and her child.

Jesse grew bored of the exchange, and made his way to show everyone his discovery.

The visit with her mother had left her angry, tired, and miserable. The orderlies had been dragging her from place to place. Trying to shove pills into her mouth that just wouldn't go. She kept spitting the pills out in the nurses' faces. In the end, a stubborn Sadie and a tired orderly led to her being shoved into her room and forgotten about. Sadie was currently laying on her bed, on her stomach, head on the foot end of the bed, feet on the headboard, peering out her door from under a mass of sheets and blankets. She was stalking anyone who passed in the hallway with quite a miserable look on her face. It was hard to see her as her room was dark, so it was mostly her seeing them and them not seeing her. She preferred it this way. At least, that was, until Lacross passed. She went to call him, but her voice caught in her throat. Even now he looked inexplicably weary and off. None the less, he left a piece of paper near her door.

She was slow to getting up, snatching up the note. Something she had to read. Sadie frowned, then crept back to her bed, crawling back into the little nest she had built for herself and making a process of unfolding the note. Tired eyes began to read, her grip on the paper light but steady. What was so important that he couldn't come find her and tell her himself? And that she needed to bring it up to Svean? Speaking of such, she hadn't seen Svean since Lacross'...incident. Sadie bit her lower lip, only getting a few words in when she heard commotion. Screams. People running about. Something was wrong. Sadie nearly slammed her face into the pillows. She didn't want to deal with this anymore. She was tired. Borderline contemplating taking her life because it was something to do. Was this what life was? The screaming and chaos meant nothing to her until she heard the name blaring from one of the frantic nurses' radios. Lacross.

This made it matter. Sadie scrambled out of her bed, nearly falling off. She tucked the note into her pocket, scampering out into the hallway. Where was he? There was chaos. Patients screaming, the howl of Lacross from gods knew where, the orderlies panicking and trying to keep control of the place. It was all going to hell. As if it couldn't be worse, there came Jesse, from god's know where. With a grin on his face that made her uneasy.

"Get out of here, Jesse. Lacross is having one of his fits and if he sees you, he just might rip your head off." Her voice was even, but cold, warning. A storm brewed in her eyes.

"The orderlies will take care of the dog. I've got something I want you to see." He produced the carved wood. Whatever it was. He twisted it around, held it up for Sadie to get a good look. Her perplexed expression induced laughter from him. "Picked it from his den."

Sadie's expression hardened from curious to furious in .2 seconds. "You piece of shit!" She spat out. Too much time with her mother. "You go give that back, right now," the hint of a southern accent started to hint in her voice, warning at an anger that was a force to be reckoned with.

"Or what? Tell me. Are you going to send your pet after me? He's off rampaging like an idiot over something. Again. Is that what a friend does, Sadie? Acts like a dog and refuses to acknowledge you? Huh? You've been skulking in there since your mother left. Does he even talk to you anymore?"

"Not your business! Not your business!" She hissed, standing up as tall as she could and reaching to try and snatch the item from Jesse, who held it high out of her reach. "He is my friend, and you will never be anything to me! You are nothing! Nothing at all!"

Jesse never could handle rejection. Sadie saw the clock hands shift, and knew it was time to either run or fight back. Her flight instinct kicked in, and she ran like a cat from being stepped on. Her small body was fast, and would fit in places that nobody else could fathom. Jesse ran after her, screaming at her and waving the wooden thing he had stolen from Lacross' lair. their chase led to the unfinished ward, and with Sadie ducking in a small area between a wall and a ton of lumber. Her small body was tucked in a very tight crevice that allowed her to see him but not him to see her. Not that he could fit, anyways.

"Come on out! If you had just been complacent in the first place...I wouldn't have to have done this. Why are you being so difficult? He can't love you, Sadie. He's a goddamn animal. There is no prince that you can unveil by finding a rose. It's all bullshit. He's gone! They'll lock him in solitary and you'll never see him again! So come out! Let's go!"

His confidence churned her stomach.

The staff were in a frenzy to contain Lacross, already he had taken down legions on them without slowing down. Now they had lost him, but Lacross was all but lost. He still had thought and rational, meaning he had the cunning to get away unnoticed even in all the commotion he had caused. He had made his way from the legal part of the asylum to the darker parts again. He eyes adjusted to the darkness for the lack of light he.

He was quiet here, almost unnaturally quiet for the place and for his anger that raged through him. From what he knew of Jesse and from him asking around, He was a creep. Attacking one of the nurses sometime ago for god knows what and making any female he was around very unconfortable. Most of them gave Lacross credit for even when he was more animal than human, those that he talked to said that he knew when to call it quits and earn their respect in someway. Which is why when some one started messing with him, people that knew him often didn't do anything or report him. It was just how he was. And nothing more.

Lacross had been one to call out jesse on his antics and it seemed that he couldn't take rejection all that well. So childish. And yet such an unrelenting menace. To destroy a place that someone held sacred. That was just unforgivable.

The crawled along the dark end of the hall, looking. Watching. Waiting for his chance. Maybe an orderly would come by looking for him. Another great pleasure to take another one down. Other paitents were safe for they had nothing to do with this. He hoped sadie was safe either in her room or far from this place. Jesse, however....

"Come on out! If you had just been complacent in the first place...I wouldn't have to have done this. Why are you being so difficult? He can't love you, Sadie. He's a goddamn animal. There is no prince that you can unveil by finding a rose. It's all bullshit. He's gone! They'll lock him in solitary and you'll never see him again! So come out! Let's go"

he is that stupid... he thought to himself as he watched him rant to nothing, possibly a hiding sadie. Smart girl, he thought to himself as he got himself out of his corner vision. He tucked his nails in so they wouldn't make any noise and quickly got behind him.

"You are not the smartest to come here..." He said before dead-legging both legs and pulling his head by the hair so he wouldn't be able to fight.

"You should have known that I would come for you after what you did to my home, right?" He said calmly, but with venom lacing every word. He gave a clear view of his teeth, four longer than normal canines. Almost like that of an animal. "You have been nothing but trouble to everyone here and unless you want to be dragged back to your room in a body bag then tell me what you intend to accomplish in this way?"

He pulled at his hair so that he was bending backwards to face him. There would be no fight for the fact that he knew sadie was somewhere here. It was probably safer that way. But there was something else that had to be done.

"Drop. The. Horn."

Suddenly, there was a voice. A growl. An angry voice. Jesse hardly had time to comprehend before something grabbed him and incapacitated him with a swift blow to his legs. He made a sharp noise of discontent and anger as his head was pulled back, and he was questioned about his damn hideout and threatened. He wanted to know why. Jesse laughed darkly, only to be greeted with Lacross' face as he was yanked to look up at him in an awkward angle. The horn dropped from his hands as he focused them on grabbing at Lacross' wrists in irritation. "Well, well, well, look who decided to show up." He hissed and roughly grabbed at his captor with full force, twisting and curling around to at least face him. His face was red with anger and fear, his body standing straight but in a manner that betrayed his nerves.

Why was he always in the way? Why couldn't he just go away? "I want you gone, you idiot! Just go away! Stop getting in my way! Stop fucking everything up!" Because Sadie didn't have a mind of her own, clearly. Lacross was his obstacle and he was going to tear him to bits if it didn't kill him first. Jesse glared at him, slowly backing away from his opponent. It was going to be like this, huh? Jesse thought it was going to be so simple, just tear him to bits and have him put in solitary, then disappear. "If you kill me, they put you away for good. You touch me, they put you in solitary again. I'm sure they're going to as soon as they find you. I can make it so much worse, so just back off. Quit getting in my way. It's that simple."

His logic, to most, made no sense. Lacross could snap his neck there. But Jesse was intent on getting to his goal. His revenge. His prize. She was in there somewhere. "I want a chance! Nobody ever gave me a chance! I come here, and I just want to talk to people, but you saunter around like you own the place! Get in my way! Won't let people talk to me! Won't let them make their own choices! Huh, Sadie?!" He turned, talking loudly to the empty hallway, unable to pinpoint her dark hiding spot. "Your goddamn wolf friend is here to save you again! From what? Huh? Your own goddamn decisions!"

That was enough. Something snapped in her frantically beating heart. Too many days off her medication, too much stress, and being taunted took its toll on Sadie. She slowly crawled out of her small hiding area, her dark eyes holding a fire that rivaled the gates of hell. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Jesse nearly stumbled at the sound of her voice. It was smoother, not the gentle, tentative sound it usually was. It provoked fear and anxiety, instead of giving off the vibe of the confused and hurt little girl. A lower tone, a vicious bite to her words. There was danger in the air. "You see, I can make my own damn decisions. So can he. You're just an idiot." She hissed sharply, a warning to anyone that got near her.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Don't patronize me!" An anger that was so deep seeded, years of rejection and being forced to comply and having to suffer her fears alone in the dark had all but shaped this moment.

"What're you going to do? Send your pet after me?"

The way she moved was terrifying. A mix between fluidity that moved with the angry wind to something akin to a child in a horror movie. Sadie was in his face, although a few inches shorter. "Would you like to deal with me instead?" She growled. Sadie was tiny and not exactly threatening looking, but her temper was something to be reckoned with.

"Think I'm afraid of you?"

"You should be." What happened next could have been missed in the blink of an eye. Jesse grabbed Sadie, and she reacted by wriggling and shrieking like a trapped animal. This wasn't the sweet, quiet girl the orderlies knew. This was the girl that had tried to kill herself. The one whose mother rejected her. The girl that was left to grieve a father she barely knew. Jesse was struggling with her because she was small, but much like a feral animal in the way that she writhed. After a few moments of fighting, Jesse yowled out, and blood poured from part of his neck. Sadie spat out something solid, her teeth stained red. A reflex from him, and another scream from her. He had her by the hair. Like they were two teenagers in a schoolyard battling it out. Sadie writhed and yelped, then sharply kicked him straight between the legs, prompting him to release her, her body dropping and her jaw smacking hard into the ground.

"I don't want you! You hear me! You leave him alone!" She drawled slightly, grabbing at a now swollen jaw. "Destroy the people I love and I'll destroy you! I don't have anyone else! Leave him alone! Messing with him won't make me want you!" Jesse was now cowering away from her, grabbing at the fresh wound on his neck and glaring at Sadie, who was scrambling backwards, away from him, away from Lacross, totally unable to process what she had just done. She clamped a hand over her mouth, disgusted by the taste of blood in her mouth.

Lacross wanted to kill, He truly wanted to kill this son of a bitch before anyone else was hurt. Something in him was going to kill him, even looking at him now betrayed his very nature. However, from the upper reaches of the unfinished ward, he could see figures crawling about. Human looking, but unable to really look at due to the darkness. He could surely hear their voices though.

"no"

"Not yet."

"Son of a bitch should die here."

Jesse's tanting of Sadie made him want to snap his neck there, but this caused something in sadie that made him back up in unexpected fear. Sadie's voice was something that it usually wasn't, it should have provoked fear in jesse, but being the idiot he was...got him a bit to the neck.

The was an audible "Ow." that not only came from him, but others that were lurking in the darkness. A vicious neck wound that only an angry animal would make and it made jesse cower. Like the pathetic prick should. He would check up on Sadie in a minute. For him, there were other matters to attend to.

The sauntered up to jesse and clawed him across the face, marking him for a reason that only understood. He knew very well that the clawing would possibly need stitches for how deep it was. The beastial male forced him to his feet and forced him against the wall, to look him in the eye.

"You listen to me, whelp. As long as I am alive in this place and the scent of your blood is the air, I can find you. You lack the understanding of the word no, so let me help you a bit." A swift punch to the jaw, the same spot that he had just clawed. "I have heard of your reputation around the asylum and almost everyone seems to agree with me that you should be in solitary just as much as me. But that's too sweet a punishment for you."

Another swift punch to the jaw again, serving only to fuel the fire in his veins. "I have ways of keeping your kind in line, and by the looks of it, you might not even survive that. Now run. I'd rather not waste mind and death's time with you any longer." he said dropping him, letting him nurse his own wounds.

He dropped to all fours again, crawling quickly over to sadie. His hands were shaking from the urge to kill, but that would be later. No matter the circumstance, death would be too sweet for him. He didn't have permission to die just yet. "Are you alright little one?" he said as the voices around them seemed to direct their scorn and discontent toward jesse.

"He should have killed you here..."

"you should know no mercy whelp..."

"Torture would be a nice compared to what he can do to you..."

He took an ice pack he had stolen from the med room from inside his sleeve and offered it to Sadie, seeing the swelling of her jaw. He had his back to jesse, but was still tense, one leg and one arm were out to the side in case he made a move on them. Any move would mean trouble to him.

Anger. The entire room radiated with rage. Sadie watched Lacross' blatant abuse of Jesse, her hands squeezing into fists, her nails leaving little crescents in her palms. Jesse slumped to the ground like a rag doll, only moving once he was out of reach and starting to press madly at the blood that was dripping from both his face and his neck. Soon enough, Lacross was at her side. Speaking to her. Sadie looked up at him, only taking the ice pack after a few moments of staring at it in confusion. Right. Her jaw. How could that not have processed? She pressed the cool pack to the affected area, wincing at both the feeling and the acceptance of what she had done. This had really put her in a bad place. Biting another patient? That was grounds for solitary. Sadie went white, staring beyond Lacross, at Jesse, as if suddenly comprehending that she should be scared of him. He couldn't hurt her, but his words could get her locked in a small room, and rejected from the world forever. But she had tried so hard.

"No!" She finally answered his question vehemently, her voice that horrible cross between her natural voice and the one that she had taken on when assaulting Jesse. A fight between her calm, rational mind and the insanity that caused her to snap and kill anything in sight that got in her way. She had her own demons. Never as sensitive or as severe as Lacross', and never permanent. But just enough to cause her stay here. Her thoughts swarmed her, and she shrieked, tormented by everything going on around her. Sadie lunged forward, grabbing Lacross by the furs and sort of diving under them. Searching for something human. Not the huge mask of furs and shielding of his animal side. She tucked herself against him, practically buried under his furs, pressed to his chest. The noises she made weren't understandable. Just pure shrieks and moans of fear and agony. The pain repressed for long, once more, provoked and brought to light. And in the end, he was the only one who stuck around long enough to see it. She had seen his dark side and now he, hers.

"Do you see why they left me here?" She croaked, her grip strong on him. "I'm a monster." She nearly choked on those words, shaking at the words. She could hear Jesse moving, the fact that he was still alive causing her entire body to tense and nervous goosebumps to shoot up her arms and chest. He wasn't trying to get near them, but she knew in the end that he was going to tell the Matryum everything. That was if Lacross didn't write her off as a freak. The girl who bit out people's flesh. The monster behind the gentle mask. She squeezed her eyes shut, hot tears rolling down her face.

Lacross nearly reeled back from sadie's answer, but soon found himself to hiding place and source of confort for a scared girl. She sobbed and moaned in anger in saddness, lessening his own rage at the moment. He wrapped his arms around sadie, letting his furs hide her from the outside world. "You are not a monster sadie. You did what thought would keep you from harm." He said, cooing and hushing her like a attentive father to his own child.

The voices in the upper reaches of the ward started trying to comfort the girl, someone they didn't know but was obviously hurt by the pain that life had afflicted upon her.

"Don't cry..."

"You'll be alright kiddo, don't worry..."

"We're here if you need anything..."

Lacross could feel her tense up from the sound of jesse rustling behind him. She continued to comfort sadie in anyway he could, eventually nuzzling the top of her head and rubbing her back and shoulder to try and calm her down. The loyal pup had returned to lacross as the beast's rage subsided to trying to comfort. Even the best inside him knew when someone was hurt.

Was he going insane? Voices and pain swarmed him. Jesse moaned, holding his head and kicking at nothing as the mix of the unexplained voices and Sadie's shrieking charged him. What the fuck was going on? What had they done? Where were these voices coming from?! He wasn't crazy, they had to be there somewhere! Jesse refused to accept that he couldn't see or comprehend the source of the noises. He just wanted them gone. "Shut up! Just shut up!" Well, that would seal his fate if nobody else could hear the voices. Part of him wanted to slink away, just crawl back to the main ward, away from these two freaks. Let them do whatever it was. If she was that vicious, then maybe he didn't want anything to do with her, anyways. The voices directed their attention to her, which really confused Jesse. How hard had he been knocked in the head?

"I didn't touch your damn den. I can't even reach it. It was your stupid cousin." He muttered, mostly to himself out of spite and a bit of immaturity. It didn't matter if Lacross didn't acknowledge his statement, or called him a liar. What more could he do to him? Jesse winced as he sat up a little and pulled himself back, further away from Sadie and Lacross. The voices around him still swirling and causing him the utmost confusion. He decided not to mention it. Having anyone witness him hearing "voices" was not something he needed right now. He was abused, not a skitzo. Right? Right. He was better than these animals. They needed to be put in their cages.

It could have been an eternity, but it was only a few minutes. Sadie's locked grip on Lacross released, and she slowly slipped away from him. She closed her eyes for a moment, slowly inching down and kneeling on the ground. There she sat, the ice pack pressed to her swollen and slightly discolored jaw. Jesse continued to murmur and squirm, clutching at his head, even though that was hardly the problem. Sadie opened her eyes and looked at him, then let out a small, pained laugh.

"Shut up!" Not even directed at her. Just Jesse spazzing out and trying to get rid of the voices he didn't know were from other human beings. "Shut up goddamn you! You won't get away with this!"

"Won't I?" She responded, her voice slightly muffled as she nursed the ache in her jaw. "Who is going to believe the boy who screams at empty air?" Sadie tipped her head at him for a moment or two, then smiled weakly again. Tears were still present on her face, but not fresh in her eyes. It reflected in the moonlight whenever she moved a certain way, a reminder of just how fragile the human mind was. "Go on. Tell them little Sadie tore you up. Go ahead." She murmured softly, slowly rising to her feet and brushing off her knees. "See how fast they start medicating you, too."

It was present in her voice, the way she spoke, the words she chose, that she was far from the girl that everyone had met. There was a reason for the medication, the intense therapy, the reason why her mother sent her here. Sadie was dangerous in her own ways. She could manipulate, lie, and sweet talk just as well as Jesse, just in her own way. Off her meds, she fought between two extremes. The self destruction, where she was a monster and wanted to die, and the hatred, where everyone in her path needed to be destroyed.

"Go on. Go tell them." She warned him, venom in her voice. She was rising on her roller coaster of moods again, and the jaded look in her eye betrayed her lack of control. "Tell me how that goes after you get out of solitary. Maybe once you get out, you'll learn not to mess with my friends." She looked at him, then looked at Lacross for quite a while, wordless.

"Do with him what you will. Or you can come with me and sit with me until they start shoving needles in our arms." Her voice cracked a little, and a bit of a broken smile came to her face. A defeated, but accomplished at the same time sort of feeling. She had defeated her fears, but now had to face the consequences. She knew the orderlies were going to come eventually and yell at them and punish them just for the ruckus in the corridors earlier. She knew Lacross had come here on a rampage, and they were going to deal with it accordingly. Jesse started cursing and spitting at her. No response. Sadie bowed her head, folded her hands in front of her, and calmly started her way back towards the finished corridor. Her gait was a cross between a defiant teenager and a wobbly toddler.

Sadie reached the finished part of the hospital, not quite able to look anyone in the eye. There was still chaos. A nurse swooped in and grabbed Sadie at the sight of her, blood in and around her mouth, the swollen jaw, the crazed look in her eye giving her away. She didn't give much in way of words, and was ushered off to the infirmary. Due to her history of being quiet and non threatening, she was mostly questioned on the basis of, 'who did this?' instead of trying to ask what she had done to anyone else. She could hear the orderlies on their radios, all frantic and worried, trying to find Lacross. The nurse noted the way Sadie stared at the radio, turning it down and quietly asking again who had done this to her. Sadie closed her eyes, not keen on being asked a million questions. Getting Jesse thrown in solitary would be fantastic, but if he opened his big mouth, Lacross would end up there, too. Well...she was sure he was going to end up there whether Jesse opened his big mouth or not.

"Sadie!" The sound of her name snapped her out of her dark thoughts, and she stopped, staring at the nurse. "I asked you who did this." The nurse insisted firmly, moving to eye level with her and staring her in the eye. Sadie shook her head quickly, wincing a little at the feeling of the nurse's responsive hand grabbing her by her jaw. "Look at me." Sadie glared, but it was close enough. "Tell me who did this. Right now." Sadie was known to be cooperative and answer questions well. Not today.

"Was it him?" She pointed towards the doorway, indicating anyone that was out there, but Sadie knew what she was insinuating. "Lacross would never hurt me." She hissed sharply, dark eyes narrowing dangerously.

"I know he's your friend, but he's not in his right mind right now. He can't hurt you now."

"He didn't hurt me!" Sadie's shrieks could have rattled the windows. The nurse was on her in the blink of an eye, armed with a needle and a quick, agile prick to the arm. "I think you'll find your disgusting culprit half dead in the unfinished ward." Sadie spat, her eyes rolling up and down as she felt the nauseating warm feeling that the sedative brought to her system. It was disgusting. It felt disgusting. She always felt horrible when she woke. But so it was. She was quickly moved to a private room in the infirmary, the door locked for both her and other's protection. On the locked door was a folder, marked 'Sarah Blarke.'

Meanwhile, in the unfinished wards, Jesse was seething. Part of him was snapped. Part of him wasn't sure what was real and what was fake anymore. His head ached, his neck was still somewhat bleeding, and he was nowhere near steady on his feet. But Lacross would pay for what he had done. Sadie, too, for that thought. Not at the very current moment, but he would make sure the both of them would suffer. Jesse growled, leaning against the wall heavily as he moved towards the finished parts of the ward. His trek was long and painful, and when he found his way into the main ward, he was met with questions and mocks from other patients. Jesse yelled out and screamed at anyone that got too close to him as he moved. Sadie was nowhere to be found. Her and Lacross both, apparently. Not like he could exact his revenge now.

His walk was cut off as a nurse approached him. Something about something...he was dragged into the infirmary and questioned heavily. It ended with him yelling about how it was all Lacross. He put all blame on him, intent on getting himself off of trouble. But now it was Jesse's word against Sadie's, neither really stable enough to be trusted. Jesse was treated for his wounds, then promptly drugged and brought to solitary confinement. Their main concern was most likely grabbing Lacross before he caused any more havoc in the hospital, judging his earlier behavior. The whole hospital was in chaos.

When the world stopped spinning, and the horrible weight lifted from her head, Sadie opened her eyes. How long had it been? Enough time for her to know that the hospital was far too peaceful. She groaned, sitting up and examining her surroundings. A private room, but not her assigned room. She was in the infirmary. Right. Small feet met the floor and she cringed at the cool linoleum against her skin. She quickly moved towards the door, finding it locked. No, no, no. She didn't like that one bit. Dark hair flung into her face as she struggled with the doorknob, frantically peering out the small window. Doctors passed, only stopping when they saw her frantic face peering out at them. Slowly, the door was opened, and she practically fell into the doctor who met her.

"Easy, Sarah. I'm only here to help."

"It's Sadie."

"Sarah."

"Sadie." She insisted firmly, unsteadily backing up and landing on the edge of the bed, much like she was being cornered. Dark eyes were heavy and focused on the offending male. There was a moment of discomfort, before he finally broke and called her by her preferred, and in her mind, only name. "Alright, Sadie. Tell me what happened to you." She stared at him for a long moment, possibly a few minutes, her arms crossed. "Nothing." She murmured hoarsely, rubbing at her sore jaw and scowling at the thought of Jesse. Her stubbornness won over the doctor's persistence, and he let go, deciding she either didn't remember or was too confused to give him a straight answer. When he left, he didn't lock the door. Probably a mistake. Sadie waited for a while until it quieted down, then snuck out to the main hall. She could see that peace had returned to the asylum. It was really strange, to be honest. One minute, bloody mayhem, the next...nothing.

She moved quickly, pressed to the wall, avoiding the gazes of nurses and doctors. They had intended to keep her drugged up and quiet for a few days, she was sure. That wasn't exactly her answer. She could hear howling and screaming and cursing from a ways across the hospital. Jesse, screaming about the injustice from the solitary ward. Of course, she didn't approach. She snuck to her own room, shutting the door and pressing her small body against the door, yanking out the note that Lacross had shoved to her such a long time earlier in the day. Maybe the day before. She sat there, reading it over and over, biting her lower lip. All he had ever done is help. Protect her. Protect the people that he cared for. Acted like the brother she never had. And now where was he? Solitary? Miserable? Alone. Something dropped in the pit of her stomach. It was horrible. She had just left him. What was she thinking?

In fact, what the hell had she done? Had she lost control again? Sadie rubbed at her head. Too many days out of control. Too many days without being medicated and told what to do. Left alone and she had really messed everything up. And now what? She had to make things right...but how? Jesse was now out of her way...

Sadie got up, tucking the note into her pocket and clearing her throat. She peered out of her room, finding the hallway empty. Odd. Well...empty enough. She slowly crept around, weaving past nurses and doctors. She made herself as innocent looking as possible, trying to make her way towards the solitary ward. The increasing volume of Jesse's screaming and whining gave way that she was going in the right direction.

"Woah, you can't go in those rooms." She was stopped by a young but sturdy looking security guard. Sadie paused, chewing her lower lip and folding her hands in front of her. "I just want to sit outside the door." She murmured, and after a few moments of her giving the biggest eyes and him being weak to the bat of an eyelash, she slid past him. Jesse was still screaming about something. Sadie sat down outside his door, rolling her eyes. If he would shut up, that would be fantastic. The sound of her soft humming started to clash with Jesse's expletives, soon enough overtaking them as he quieted. She wasn't sure why he got quiet, but it brought a sense of peace for a few moments.

Sadie could feel eyes on her back. She turned and looked at the guard. Okay, he was just hospital security. Rent-a-cop. Why was he looking at her like that? Sadie eyed him back, pausing her humming for a few moments. "Can I help you?" She said softly but steadily, her small hands folded in front of her. The less threatening she seemed, the better. It was probably confusing him because she was clearly a patient, but wouldn't exactly give him a conclusive idea of what was exactly wrong with her. He shook his head and pointed towards the door Jesse was locked up behind. "He finally stopped howling. What did you do?"

A small smile, just enough to reach her cheeks before disappearing. "Reminded him that he's not alone. Either that, or he fell asleep." She shrugged her shoulders, non nonchalantly, and began to pace the ward, humming softly to herself. It looked so casual, like she wasn't really paying attention and didn't have much of a goal, but in reality, she was pausing at each door, seeing if she could find her friend. Too high, too low, too noisy, too quiet. She barely recognized the various voices. Sadie knew damn well she shouldn't even be there, and that she could be punished if caught, but she kept going.

The guard just sort of lazily watched her, her hands pressed to the wall, as if feeling for something that wasn't there, bare feet pattering against the linoleum. It would have been a much more peaceful sight if she wasn't in a psych ward, searching for a friend in solitary, and humming trying to draw him out. It would have been much more suited to a bed of flowers and a warm summer day. Home. Sadie paused for a moment. Home used to be beautiful at one point. She sunk down against one of the doors, covering her face with her hands. Tears slid down her cheeks, but she didn't fully cry. It wasn't a horrible moment of sadness. It was one of remembrance. At one point in her life, she knew how to smile, how to laugh, and how to be like every other girl. Where was that? Where was the happiness?

"Why would you cage something that's scared?" Sadie's question caught the man at the door off guard. He shrugged, then moved towards her, taking her by the upper arm. "That's enough, let's go." He wasn't forceful, but she knew better than to push it. He led her back to the main wards, steering her towards the common area. Dejected, Sadie curled up on an armchair in the sitting room, glaring at some of the other patients. Her hand slid into her pocket, and she stared at Lacross' note again. This place seemed to be more of a danger to her than she was to herself. And she had caused him nothing but trouble. Then, he was trouble, himself.

Sadie was still for such a long time, that the staff had taken note. Had she gone comatose? No. She jumped when she was touched, sliding out of the armchair, pressing her back to the wall when approached. The nurse in question backed off, assuming that she was just tired or over-medicated. She was a little of both, but that wasn't the cause for her rigid sitting position. The note was still clutched in her hand as she looked around the sitting room, examining everyone. People watching. Some just were chit chatting, like they were normal or something. Some sat, looking angry and dejected. Some were crawling around, giving off the same sort of vibe that Lacross always did. Sadie peered at their small gathering, then looked at the note again, before tucking it into her pocket. She slowly approached, not quite sure how to handle herself. What if they hated her? She paused for a few moments, then just decided to go with it. She had been through enough the past few days to know that there wasn't much worse that could happen.

Slowly, she got closer to the back corner, her eyes wide and examining everyone, but not really judging. They didn't seem terribly hostile, but she still didn't feel in place. Sadie said nothing, just sunk down against the nearest wall, her knees tucked towards her chest and her big, dark eyes ever watching anyone or anything that passed. Here, she would hopefully be left alone. Jesse was wailing his lungs out in solitary, and the doctors seemed to have forgotten about her again. She really was forgettable, wasn't she? This didn't phase her. What phased her, was the sight of the tall girl. Tall, tan, and Sadie had seen her with Jesse a few days back. She looked at her for a few moments, her expression sour, but didn't make a move to speak to her. Sadie didn't know if Jesse had been as much of a creep towards her as he had towards herself. Why did she get such an uncomfortable feeling from her?

This was from the same person who hid from Lacross during their first meeting, but she digressed. Sadie just didn't like new or different people at first. She ducked her head, resting her forehead on her raised legs and wrapping her arms around herself. She practically looked ready to hide under a desk for a bomb to go off. In reality, she was just tired and wanted to be left be. Maybe the next few days would just melt away.

She was there for quite a while, just left to sit with her head tucked to her knees, until a nurse hooked her arm. Sadie looked up, startled, and heeded to a gentle reminder to get off the floor and sit in a chair. She stood there like a deer in the headlights for a few moments, then nodded, ducking her head. Her initial response was to grab a chair from an empty table. Sadie dragged it, the sound of it dragging against the floor breaking the silence that practically enveloped her. She firmly set the chair at the table that seated the strange patients that Lacross had mentioned. She was slow, as if trying not to set anybody off, and settled herself into the chair. Her large, dark eyes passed over them again, taking in small details and categorizing everyone as either safe or questionable. She didn't speak to them, instead sliding the note Lacross had given her onto the table. She folded her arms onto the table, then leaned forward so her chin rested on her arms. She was slumped over, no matter what damn chair a nurse or doctor shoved her into. Bad for her health, they said. Bad for her mental health. Bad for everything. Something would kill her eventually, anyways.

After a few minutes, she broke her muteness. "I don't know where he is." It was a simple but strong statement. A confession that she couldn't keep track of him, none the less herself. A question, as if any of them could lead her to him. A fear that he was alone and miserable. She couldn't fix him. She couldn't even give him the peace of mind that he always gave her. The brother she could have used plenty of years in advance. It was sickening. He was alone and she was sitting here in the common room, moping. It broke her heart. She didn't even know where Svean was so she could find him and talk about this. What would she say, anyways? That she had dragged Lacross into this mess and it was all her fault and oh could he help her find him? What if it was worse than solitary? Sadie sighed heavily and closed her eyes. Not asleep, just unable to face anyone right now. Depression at its best. She was helpless and just waiting for the nurse to jab something in her arm to make it all go away.