St. Joans Medical institute

Sadie hated this. This was almost one of her worst nightmares. Watching everyone be happy and free, something she struggled to grasp. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right. The only source of calm came when once more Lacross didn't shove her off, rather heeded her incessant need for contact. She shifted a little when she felt him tremble, raising her eyebrows to glance up at him, but not verbally questioning it. He seemed almost as uncomfortable as she, and for some reason that made her feel a little better. She wasn't completely crazy. Then again, said the girl who related better with someone who didn't even identify as human. It wasn't fair. Fate destined her to be an outsider forever, didn't it? It was so much easier when she just pretended. Smiled on cue, faked tears that didn't want to come, and did as she was told. Why couldn't she go back to them?

"If that's human, what does that make me?" She responded bitterly, reaching to rake her hands over her face. She wanted nothing more than to be them, quite happy with the beat, expressing every little bit of frustration that came to her, but it just wasn't going to happen. Instead of lashing out, instead of expressing her anger, she just shuffled further against Lacross, biting her lower lip. Her mind and body wouldn't connect. The frustration and anger and fear was locked away, knocksquing at her door, but she was never able to undo the lock. She felt it, in small bursts, but she just couldn't do it. What would Sadie do to be able to openly express herself?

Not this, that was for sure. What were they going to do, anyways? Read poetry? What the hell was that going to do? She stiffened in agitation, subconciously resisting the urge to snap and ask. Something held her back. Like the parent, holding her on a bad child leash at the mall, yanking her away from the window displays. Only she couldn't scream in discontent. A whine built in her throat, a threat that she was going to scream at them and leave, but nothing came of it. Her cheeks flushed red and she stiffened in annoyance, but she did nothing further. Something, like a brick wall in front of her instinct, wouldn't let her. She turned back to the only thing that brought her peace, ducking against Lacross and lightly squeezing his arm. He was different than others. He didn't pull away from her, and actually seemed to find solace in it as she did.

"Maybe that's why I'm here." She whispered hoarsely. It was rare Sadie acknowledged just how messed up she was compared to the rest of society. She always considered herself normal, just a little depressed. But as time went on, she disconnected from the people who were supposed to love her, not sure what she was anymore, finding the only sense in life being the words of the determined "insane." Another pause, and she pursed her lips. "So, is someone gonna answer my question?" Her voice shook, but she held her head up, trying to make some point of seeming more concious than a nervous mental patient.

Molly heard the drum and the chanting right before she rounded the corner. Then she saw the group of people and stopped. They don't want you here. the form in her mind said. You just think they do because you can't see. I'll see for you. "No." Molly said out loud. "I want to see them for myself." You know I can't let you do that. Too dangerous. Then it took over, just like that.

The reality-blind Molly walked over to the group. Then she swayed right to left, right to left... Then she stopped abruptly. Someone was looking at her. Turning around, she saw that Sadie had just arrived. Molly almost ran over to greet her, but her mind stopped her. A feeling like she was made of lead flowed over her, and she stood stock-still, watching Sadie find he boy Lacross. They talked for a minute, and Molly felt jealous. How could they stand up with all these chains around them?

Molly looked own at her own chains. One was around her chest, constricting her breathing. More were on her feet, making her stand still. And one was on her mouth, silencing her. She groaned in torment. Maybe this boy had the keys! She fell to her knees and wailed, as long and loud as she could. Then, shuddering, she looked around to see if anyone could hear her. She especially looked at the silver-haired boy. If he had heard it, then she knew everything would be okay. Desperation was evident in her eyes an face as she lifted them up in a plea for help.

Sadie was starting to adjust. It was going to be alright. Maybe she could learn something from them. They almost seemed as if they wanted to help--and maybe they could. There was a possibility. She didn't move from her perch, still expecting an answer from someone, but she didn't retreat, either. It was sort of okay, watching them. Agitating that they were so free and fluid to feel, but she was sort of content. She had Lacross by her side, someone who seemed to understand exactly what she was going through, but on a different level. They both had been shunned for being different, thrown out of society when she knew that they didn't deserve that. At least he didn't. Sadie saw the brilliant, sensitive mind that came out when she spoke to him, not the animal-like movements, or the way he looked. Why did that matter? What happened to not judging a book by it's cover? However, she was only reading the back of the book with him, and she knew it. But it didn't stop her from sinking against him, finding comfort in his understanding. It was kind of nice.

That was, until the shit hit the fan. Didn't it always? Sadie cringed as Molly started to wail, instantly drawing into herself and making a small noise of discontent. "Stop it." She whispered to herself, clamping her arms over sensitive ears. If there was one thing she couldn't take, it was that. Make it stop, make her stop, make it stop. She could do what Sadie couldn't, and it hurt, it hurt like someone had killed her father all over again. For the love of mercy, make it stop. She didn't speak, or protest, and even kick, she just grew rigid, trying to block it out. Block it all out. Make it go away. She couldn't look at Molly, not now. It stopped for a moment, but Sadie didn't move. She just hid, like someone had slapped her, hands clamped hard over her ears. She was angry, upset, frustrated. But who could tell? There was nothing more than the bright red her cheeks flushed, her eyes squeezed tightly, her hands over her ears. There were no screams of anger, no threatening movements, nothing to suggest that she was anything but annoyed with the noise. It all practically vibrated inside her, like an unattended cell phone.

Ring, ring, ring, ring. It would keep going, no matter how hard she tried to answer it, the buttons just didn't work. Someone had locked the screen. Sadie shuddered, trying to shake it off. The flash of agitation made her queasy at best. Why did she have to do that? Why couldn't she just say what she wanted? There was something about her, something about her that frustrated Sadie. She couldn't grasp reality, but at least she could express her agony. She could howl, scream, kick, anything to get her out of whatever situation displeased her. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair!

But she didn't speak. She lowered her hands from her ears, opening dark eyes to stare at the girl. What the hell did she want? She'd attracted her attention, now what did she want? Sadie stared at her, dark eyes intense as she tried to read her. What exactly was so wrong that she had to scream like a child? "Use your words." She demanded sharply.

Lacross stared up, up at a clear view at the moon. The ever present eye that he saw when he was awake and watched over him through the night. He smiled at the moon's light shining on the group that had gathered here. That is, until an ear piercing broke his line of thinking. It was molly, seemingly her body had locked up on her self. For a moment, he was about to shake her, seeing as it caused sadie irritation. Then he started to look where she was looking. She was desperat about something, and looking straight at the silver haired boy. She wanted his attention, yet Sadie was missinturprating it. He knew how to speak without words, interpretation was the key.

"Sadie, I don't it's yours she wants." she said with his eyes pointing toward molly's eyes as he turned to her. He put a hand on molly's shoulder, whispering something under his breath. His eyes closed, the whispering turning into a low hum that turned into a tune of some sort. He was trying to calm her, trying to help her in a why he knew how. Softly tapping his nails on her back as he did. He fell into a trance-like state, he eyes where closed and the humming continued but he started to sway back and forth some.

Molly heard in the distance Sadie's and Lacross' voices speaking. Maybe they were speaking to her, maybe not. Then she felt the hand on her back and she jumped. The soft melody came floating over the bridge to her world from their world. The music quieted the forms in her head and loosed the chains from her chest. Her mouth, however, was still fettered, and she struggled to communicate. She reluctantly broke her gaze from the silver-haired leader and searched for the location of the music. The owner of the hand and the owner of the music were one and the same - Lacross. Lacross? How had he heard her cry for help? It hadn't been intended for him. Then she noticed that most of the people around her were looking at her.

The cold, hard Molly from the land of reality surged to the forefront. She hated it when this happened. When she tried to just get the attention of one person, one important, vital person, but instead gets the attention of everyone in the room because her inability to communicate. Words were magical. Not everyone had them, as was evidenced by the girl's lack of them. They made beings able to communicate precisely what they wanted to precisely who they wanted, precisely when they wanted. So why did people take them for granted? She hadn't wanted the attention of the whole room. Just that silver cure. Then she remembered another cure - Lacross had banished her mind's inventions with his music. Remembering now, she turned her head around to look at Lacross, who was swaying back and forth, much like Molly did when she was trying to quiet her mind. His eyes were closed, but she whispered to him, "Thank-you." Then she shuddered and looked at the floor.

She wanted to crawl into a crack and die. She had just bared her feelings in front of all these people in a shameless, primal way, and now... Everyone is mad with you now. I told you they didn't want you here. "You were right." Molly sobbed, slumping down. She felt the irritation in Sadie and several others near her. It bored into her mind like a drill, overbearing the tranquility brought on by Lacross' song. All hope of the silver-headed cure now gone from her mind, she covered her ears and shut her eyes tight. She hated this. Hated herself, hated the situation, hated the indifference of those who could have cured her earlier. So, as she was wont to do, she allowed her sane conciousness to slip from the front of her mind and lurk in the dark corners, seeing non-existent shapes in the shadows.

She opened her eyes and they wandered, stained with tears and hopeless. They skipped across the sea of angry faces, then landed on The Cure. The look she gave him was bordering on worship. "You have to help us." she pleaded slowly, sounding confused and lost. "We came for the mercury, and we heard the pulsing heart." she nodded toward the drum and suddenly began speaking very quickly. "We have to inject it with the mercury the poison will then numb it and we can do the surgery." Smiling, she continued, quoting something. "Forty two year old, double bypass post-op. Prognosis was positive. BP's sixty over twenty, pulse is thready." The look on her face turned to betrayal. "Explain to me how you justify administering a vasoconstrictor to this patient!"

Lacross smiled softly once Molly woke up from her tantrum, but soon changed to confusion. The look of worship on her face made him tilt his head, and made him back away from her once she started talking nonsence. He never thought anything about him was even worthy of worship, maybe a compainon if the person is willing to not judge. But never worship. Then the crazy started. His put his face into his hand in a mixture of annoyance and regret. "How would I justify something if I don't even know what that is...." He muttered, growling answer. He was hoping that this meeting would get underway soon, part of him wanted to outright pounce on the women to shut her up. But he resisted. He glanced over to sadie and sighed. Something about this other woman that helped him hold back his urges of violence, he couldn't place what though. Lacross caught himself looking her up and down and quickly turned away from her, his face red and breathing quick for the first time in years. He quickly composed himself again, faking a yawn to hide his glances from her and the others.

Svean was surprised by the sudden tantrum of Molly.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he tried to approach them. "I didn't realize-"
"Svean! Matryum Woke up! She's Coming this way!!!" Crow called down and Svean swore.
"What happened to the sleeping pills?"
"Don't know. But Rick radioed in and said she woke up. We have to go. Where's the next meeting going to be?"
"The old bridge across the woods, the day after tomorrow. I'll get these three before i head out." he called back and the crowd dispersed in an instant. "Molly. Molly love. We have to go but make sure you come again. Lacross Sorry that i looked up your names but please come again. Don't come back here though. Since this is the last meeting spot Matryum will set some people up here to try and see where we go. Sadie, I know you didn't want to come but I'm glad you did. Now quickly go. She's coming. I'll lead her away but make sure you don't say a word about this. Not even to other members. I can't explain right now but you have to leave. I'll tell you everything next meeting. Go!" he turned quickly and ran towards Matryum's quarters and started to howl, bringing attention to himself as he disappeared into the shadows.

Sadie cringed, staring at Mollie as she went from violent to just plain strange. Why did she act like that? Was that wrong, too? Still, a spark of envy built into a small flame in her. She had all ways to express herself. She could scream, cry, and people would come. Even Lacross. Someone would come. Someone would make it okay. It looked so easy. But Sadie couldn't bring herself to do it. Insecurity, the wall she had built around every emotion that hid down in her heart. It was there, and it poked at her from time to time, but it wouldn't come out. This was a disaster. What a raging mess. She shrunk into herself as things started to shatter into a mess. "Don't listen to her bullshit," Sadie spat at Lacross when he looked at her, not angry with him, but with Molly, for wasting what she thought as a precious opportunity to get better. She, even with jumbled words, had the opportunity to explain her confusion and pain, and instead chose to channel it in the wrong way and confuse everyone.

Sadie didn't understand mental illness in the least-she was only concerned with getting out, which was a selfish notion, but she had never spoke of herself as the best friend in the world. All she knew lately was bitterness and fear, and shielding herself with it was the only way she had to keep from completely cracking and downing another bottle of aspirin. Bitterness was better than pain and fear was better than vulnerability, she swore to it. It was when another patient yelled that the Matryum was awake that she froze in place. Punishment. It was only going to get worse. Something about a meeting next week. She flinched when the leader started to make a commotion, drawing the attention to himself. She looked at Molly, then at Lacross, sort of torn, a flash of indecision masking her face for a moment before she let instinct take over. Everything had been ruined. It had been smashed, and torn apart. Sadie had been let down once again. When she scatttered into her room, she felt something strange. It was a new frustration, that she had even decided to have hope in that meeting. It wasn't going to do anything. Nothing at all. She sunk down against her door, pressing against it to keep any nurses from coming in--despite her slight frame being easy to push away from the door, and pressed her knees to her chest.

What was she supposed to do? Go again? Hope Molly didn't try to blow their ear drums again? She wanted to scream in anger, stamp her feet, bawl like a little girl. But she didn't. She couldn't. Sadie sat in silence, waiting for the nurses to do their rounds, waiting for things to calm down. Bottling it up, letting it simmer, the worst thing she could do. It was late in the night that she let go. It wasn't quite tears, and nothing more than a whimper. It sounded like it echoed through the halls to her, but it could barely be heard from the other side of her door. Progress. Painfully slow, seemingly backwards progress. She would wait until the next meeting to see if it was worth the agony.

Lacross perked up at the electricity of panic and frenzy in the air, people started to scatter like a herd of deer at the sight of wolves. He nodded toward the silver haired boy and watched him make a run for it and howling as he went. He then looked toward Sadie and started to nudge her in the direction down the hall. At this point, he didn't care that he didn't get any questions answered, all that mattered was getting out out here with everyone in tact.

And just like that, Lacross sped off like a cat on the trail of an escaping deer. He sped past a couple of the other members on route to his own room, but made a quick stop in the abandoned hallways. He stalked inside one of the unfinshed rooms, now almost fully given into his animal urges, picked up some books that were in the corner and ran off again. Knocking over some nurses that where in the halls as he approached his room. He locked the door behind him once he entered. Panting, growling and stalking the room once he hide his papers under his bed. Something in him snapped and caused his decent into beast hood. He roared out into the night air in his room as the moon's light poured in. He clawed at the walls of his room and howled bloody murder. This is what he really was behind the mask of humanity, beastal, un-hinged, and unable to be controlled other then the thin veil of humanity he kept up when people where about. The night was his time rage and anger since he had been here, but also his time of sorrow. In all his years that he howled to his pale lady, his howls had a sorrowful note to them. For the first time in years, he craved the warmth of another. He clawed at the door again, and falling to the ground again and howling to the moon in his isolation. Waiting for his humanity in the morning that left him passed out and weak in the morning. Nontheless, the he howled and roared the night on.

Molly watched in desperation as everything fell apart. It wasn't her mind this time, it was reality. Something real was actually destroyed. It was strangely comforting. Now Sadie, Lacross, the Cure, and all the other patients had to feel the exact same way she felt every second of every day. She sat for six long seconds, both savoring the moment and trying to get her mind to function. 'RUN!' she screamed to herself. 'Get up and run!' But she couldn't make herself move into action. Her mind was working on something, trying to figure it out without taking her with it. 'Come on come on come on!' Finally she emerged into reality. It felt like a cold splash of water. She took a deep breath because she felt like she hadn't been breathing, then stood up and sprinted full-tilt down the hall.

Tears were streaming down her face as she slammed to door to her room shut. She wiped them away. She hated them so much. She didn't want to be like this - constantly requiring attention, always crying or screaming or something, but that was who she was. She cursed it to hell, but there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She marched over to the picture of her parents that sat beside her bed. She stared at her mother in hatred. 'Why?!' she asked her silently. 'Why didn't you believe me and get me the help I needed?! I hate you!' But then she felt bad. She loved her mother. Her mother was just too busy for Molly, that was all. You're not that important, see? She didn't need to get what you asked for in order to love you. She still loves you, but you take up too much of her time. She doesn't have anymore for you. "Shut up!" Molly whispered fiercely. But she knew that the form was right. Something told her that it was right. Her gaze drifted to her father, and her eyes stung with tears again. "I love you... so much. Why did you let them take me away? I miss you. You always had the words to say what I could not." Then the girl smiled through her tears. She had just spoken to him. Spoken well and articulately. Why couldn't that happen when he was standing in front of her? Or anyone, for that matter? Then that thought reminded her of the meeting that night. The form in her head was angry, spitting and hissing and shrieking. You RUINED it! You freak, you just had to go off screaming and wailing and wake that lady up! You have NO justification for what you did. They all HATE you now. Don't go back. EVER. "No." Molly whimpered. "You don't know that she woke up because of me. You don't know that!" Oh, I do. I know more than you. I can see, you can't, remember? So shut up and stay in your room. Don't open your mouth or move from that bed, because every time you do you ruin something. Do as I say! "But The Cure told me to make sure I come again! He SAID THAT!" He was lying so that he didn't hurt your feelings. People are too gingerly with you. It's a good thing I'm not, or you would never know what they really think of you. He doesn't want you to come back, and neither does that girl, Sadie. Molly was about to submit. "But Lacross?" she said weakly. "What about him?" There was silence. The form had left. "Hello?" Molly called out. But he was gone. They were all gone.

Svean was being followed by 4 or 5 people. Maytrum wasn't among them, she was too cunning to make it look like she was against group gatherings, so she set the other patients with her on them. It was likely that if any of them even caught a glimpse of him they could identify him, damn silver hair. he pulled up his shirt over his head making him look ridiculous but concealing what he looked like. Hopefully they would think it was because of the effects of the strange way that the poetry made them feel that his shirt was on his head but if not then they wouldn't have any proof by the time he got them to the construction area where he could easily lose them. He dodged through the halls when another 4 people suddenly blocked his way. he swore quietly and turned again out a window into some sort of courtyard that was father to the ground than he could see and he landed weird and fell over. Another swear.
Getting up 2 of them were already after him and he had no time to waste. Backtracking he suddenly came across the same site of the meeting and suddenly Molly seemed very out of place.
"Nooo!!!!" he shouted and ran up to her grabbing her hand. "We have to run! Come on!!" he pulled at her as the figures suddenly came out of the turn he did. there wouldn't be time if he didn't leave her but he simply couldn't. he took a deep breath and picked her up princess style he started to run again.
"Whatever you do . . . don't let them . . . think I'm tired . . . Once we . . . get to the . . . construction area . . . I'll drop you off but . . . you have to get out of there . . . as fast as you can." he turned into the area and glaced behind them and put Molly down behind some tarps. "Run." he whispered and turned running

Sadie perked up, not in the sense of feeling better, but more like a startled rabbit when she heard the howling through the halls. She moaned to herself, bringing her hands to her ears. That was something she couldn't handle. No. Make it stop, make it go away. "Please stop." She whispered to noone. It was bad enough trying to handle her own feelings, now a rush of stifling empathy ran through her, making things that much harder. But she couldn't express it. It bottled up, becoming a hard, painful lump in her stomach. There was just a rush of things that she would never be able to handle, even in small portions. There was nothing she could do about it. So she hid. Hid under the bed, hid in the closet. They still found her, metaphorically, at least. The sounds still leaked through the walls, and she still felt the need to scream in return. Every time she went to, however, all that came out was a pathetic squeak. It wasn't going to happen. So she forced sleep upon herself. She took the sleeping pills that she had hidden from the nurse earlier, willing the sedatives to put her out of her self induced misery.

She wasn't sure what day it was when she woke. It could be the next morning, she could have slept a day off. It didn't matter. The nurse had gently shook her awake, trying to get her to take her pills, saying how she couldn't just lay there all day. But she could, if she really wanted to. But what did she want? Sadie pondered if she had imagined everything from the past few days. Meeting Lacross, Molly, and the strange boy from the meeting. She wondered if they were real, and if she had just snapped. So she left her room, still wearing a nightgown over her jeans, peering into the hallway in curiosity. She didn't wander towards the unfinished halls this time, being gently touched by a nurse, motioning for her to follow her to the cafeteria.

Sadie clung, like she always did when touched, to the nurse, following her in silence. The nurse started to pry her off when they reached the room, earning a wide eyed look from Sadie and some stares from the other doctors. She struggled with her until she was sat down at the table, instantly curling into herself. She wasn't hungry. All she wanted was to go back to her room. Go and be alone for a while. It was weird for her, but that was what she wanted at this point. Sadie rested her arms on the table, pressing her head into them, her knees tucked under her on the chair. She wasn't looking at them, and maybe if she tried hard enough, nobody would notice her. Maybe they would just go away. Maybe she would look up, and her father would be asking why she was sleeping at the dinner table. Maybe.

Lacross had passed out during the night, asleep on the floor in a heap for all he was worth. It was only until he heard voices outside his room. His mask of humanity had yet to come back to him. He roused himself as the door opened, angered from the intrusion on his place, his territory. "Lacross, it's time for breakfast. Come on." One of the nurses motioned toward him. Lacross growled and lunged at her. She dodged him and he landed right out the door. The herded him out the though the halls, they kept at him until they got to a four way. The nursed started to chat among themselves, giving enough time to bolt. The nurses screamed and hollered for anyone in the area to stop him, only to come too late once he was out of sight.

Lacross wound up in the cafeteria, letting the smell of food lead him inside. His eyes darted around, looking at every face and every piece of clothing. He may have been an animal, but he still had cunning. He darted under tables, around people, making sure that any doctor in the room wasn't able to see him at the moment. Some people were talking among themselves, giving lacross ample opportunity for food. From the top of the tables, it looked more like the trays were just disappearing out of no where. Lacross stalked from table to table, eating his fill before eventually going back to sleep under one of the tables. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't that he was under Sadie's table that he was sleeping under.

Maybe she was trying to sink into herself, maybe she was trying to disappear. Either way, that was disrupted when there was a commotion outside of the cafeteria. Yelling, trying to contain a patient. She groaned softly to herself, irritated with the notion. What was so hard about acting normal when the doctors were around? Or at least being quiet about it? Oh, yeah, that was how she got here. Faking being okay, that was right. Wasn't that the key to getting out of here? Pretending to be all better so mommy and daddy would be so kind as to come back and maybe even pretend that you were a family again? Sadie let out a heavy sigh to herself, drawing further into herself when she heard a patient beside her murmur something about trays going away. They were insane, they were all insane, and she couldn't handle it.

So she decided she was going to leave. Sadie sat up, and went to move her legs from under her, but a nurse stopped her, trying to urge her to eat. Sadie cringed, putting the try further away from herself. What about not hungry didn't they understand? So for a few minutes, she just pushed the food around, the oldest trick of trying to convince the doctors she had eaten more than she had. It was the medication that made her uneasy about eating, but they didn't seem to grasp that. She tried once more to get out, hoisting herself up to move her legs out from under her, pressing her bare feet towards the floor. She got the shock of her life when she felt cloth and solidness instead of cold linoleum, causing her to shrink back and gasp. Who was under there? What the hell were they doing under there? She didn't cause a scene, but she get a strange curiosity. Sadie gently pushed the chair back, ducking down under the table, kneeling next to the crouched figure. They way he curled up reminded her of Lacross, but she couldn't be sure. In fact, she was a little nervous to be so close to him, especially if it wasn't the boy she knew. She could be putting herself in front of a savage if she didn't play her cards right.

"What are you doing down here?" She breathed, wrapping her arms around herself almost protectively.

A small noise came from the curled heap under sadie's table. For a moment, Lacross was confused as he was facing away from the girl. His head looked around, sniffing the air and then turned around. Lacross imminently perked up and moved closer to sadie, nuzzling his head on her arm. A small purring noise rose from him as he nuzzled her. His human mind had faded and yet to come back for the time being since it was still morning. Every now and and again, he froze when someone walked by, the then calmed again.

It was a mental roller costar for him. In the morning; bestial inhuman and faded to more human through the day and night. It had always been this way for as long as he could remember. However, at home he was more able to control his urges to make it seem he was irritable and unwelcoming during the morning hours. Living here had become too much for this facade. As much as he hated it here, the familiar feeling that returned with a recognizable aquatance was comforting. Even though now, he couldn't say so.

Sadie raised a brow, startled by Lacross' behaviour. He was usually so well spoken and easily understood. But at this moment, he reminded her of herself, in a way. She didn't pull away, rather, shifted to wrap small arms around him. She leaned her head on him, letting out a small sigh. That was why he understood so well. He'd lost his words, though in a completely different manner, and she couldn't handle the idea of leaving him alone in that state. She would look when he would freeze, shaking her head lightly at him. "I understand." She murmured quietly, making a face of discontent. What was she supposed to do? Sadie couldn't fix herself, and she sure as hell couldn't fix him. Right now, he was just pure instinct. Something that she fell into often, only on a different plane. But she didn't leave him. People shuffled, and peered at them from time to time, causing Sadie to draw back, but she didn't speak a word. She had no answers, and wasn't even sure if what she was doing wasn't making it worse.

"Sadie! Get out of there!" Sadie's head snapped up at the sound of her name, and she glared at a doctor who tried to coax her out. Something about Lacross being dangerous. She rolled her eyes. He was the least of the dangerous that she had met in this place. He didn't scare her. If anything, he'd managed to make her take a second look at herself. They continued to ramble at her, trying to get her out without touching her. But she didn't listen. Sadie sung quietly to herself, subconsciously rocking as she tuned the rest of the world out. Anything to make them stop. They were going to drag her out, and medicate her, and lock her up if she listened to them. All she had to do was prove to them that she wasn't afraid. Or in any form of danger. It was just Lacross. Why were they so afraid?

Lacross stayed close to sadie, being more familiar with her then those that where trying to get him out. He could see feet, those of doctors and nurses and hear them trying to find a way to pull him from under the table. However, they dared not touch him. He could see the scars on one doctor's face. Lacross's claw marks. He was a danger to the staff and other paitients from what he had he had been told and how he was handled by the staff. Lacross wriggled out of sadie's grip and paced closely around her, as if he had claimed her. A loud growl rose from him as he paced around her, swiping at any nurse that came too close.

The staff didn't understand him, even in the state he was in he knew that. They only sought to make him like those who had cursed and scorned him for what he was at his core. All the medication, all the 'therepy', all the crap excuses for healing had only made him more furstreated and unwilling to cooperate with any of them. By day, he wanted nothing to do with those who see him as a lesser being, by night he would associate with those who knew of and shared his pain. The staff knew nothing of what it was like for him. To pretend to know such, raised an ire too great to describe in lacross.

A slight tug was felt on lacross's back, causing lacross to freeze in place. He looked back, seeing a doctor pulling on the back of his robe, giving a smug smirk from catching him. Lacross growled and soon chaos ensued. He roared loudly and jumped on the doctor with a killing intent in his eyes while the some of the nurses yelled for help and the rest tried to wrestle him off of the fallen staffmember. Soon the entire cafeteria was in chaos as larger staff members started to pull lacross off and force him on the table. He was too slick to be held down, however, and slipped out of their grip before they could turn him into a human rag doll. He jumped back down to where sadie was and gave her a small lick on the cheek before bolting back into the fray, tripping up a larger staffer. He jumped on to a table some distance away from they and howl as if saying: "Take me down if you want my bidding." and bolted into the halls again, but sure to return for more sustenance at some point.

It all happened so fast. Sadie froze up, confused and hurt by the next set of events. Why did they take everything from her? Why couldn't she just have her moment. She shrunk down, clamping small hands over her head. She was pulled out by her foot by a nurse, quickly snatched up by a doctor. She couldn't do it. Sadie squirmed like an angry child, willing to get dropped. But they were bigger, they were stronger than her. No! She didn't want this to happen! She wanted to be put down! "Stop," she whined, but nobody wanted to listen. Nobody could hear the battle in her head. Make it stop, put her down, let her go back to Lacross! But he scampered off, and she was left with her own confused questions. She touched the spot on her cheek where he had licked her, the slightest bit of an amused grin starting to grow on her face. It amused her. But that amusement was lost as soon as the doctors started bringing her towards her room. "No," she murmured repeatedly, squirming again.

Why didn't anyone listen? Why didn't they understand she just wanted to be put down? Sadie couldn't get anyone to understand that she just wanted things to stop. Make it slow down, make it stop, make it all go away. She watched in horror as she was walked down the hallway. Not that room. She remembered that room. They would strap her down and medicate her. Not in a vicious, cruel way, just to sedate her and calm her down. She could go limp, she could give up, and they would take her back to her room. But something roared up in her, and she snapped. It wasn't often, and it took a lot to freak her out. It took more to get her to yell, it took the sight of the doctor with the straps in his hand to terrify her.

So she screamed. It was a shrill, ear shattering scream that echoed through the halls. It startled everyone, including the doctor who was holding her, enough to loosen his grip. So she ran. Away from them, away from everything. Sadie ran, ran until she couldn't breath, and the floor became rough and gave way to the unfinished halls. They followed, but seemed to lose her as she ducked behind tarps, legs shaking under her as she ducked away. She was humiliated. She had done exactly what she complained about. Lost it. Let loose and screamed like a child to get what she wanted. Sadie trembled, pulling her legs towards her chest and wrapping her arms around herself. It was cold, it was wrong. She couldn't even cry. It was now she just stared, stared at nothing, her jaw clenched. What did she want? She didn't even know that.

Maybe it wasn't worth it. Trying to make friends, trying to help others. Sadie's throat clenched a little as she fought back the anger, packing it back down into the pit of her stomach. Maybe she should just pretend that none of this had ever happened. But it had.

The staff chased after lacross as he evaded them at every turn. Nothing was working for them for the time he was loose. Soon he was in the darkness of the unfinished corridors and hid where the staff didn't tread. He hid in a dark corner as the staff ran by, and heard their foot steps fade into the calming silence. Once gone, he rose from his corner and started to wonder around again. All was quiet for once, that was all he needed. No one to wake him, no one to tell him what was acceptable. Everything flowing into place as they should.

Even though he himself was proud of his escape from the staff, he sighed. More human thoughts started to surface, he started to realize the damage he had done. part of him felt hurt that he had put someone he felt close to in danger or even see him like that. Then his head perked up. 'Close'. The chose of words that he thought of surprised him. He had never really been too close to anyone, even those who where blood related. He slumped to the ground. Never had he felt like he had let anyone down, but himself. Standing and trotting off on all fours again, he wandered the unfinished halls, hoping to find a quiet space to calm down and maybe reshape his mind again.

That is until he found sadie curled up in the hall again. He felt heat rise on his face and made himself look more submissive again. He didn't know weather he would lash out at her for what he did. Part of him didn't want that to happen.

Sadie shrunk back as she heard movement. She couldn't deal with this right now. What were they going to do to her now? But it was just Lacross. He seemed less animalistic, more subdued. She stared at him, dark eyes wet but no tears touching her cheeks. To cry was too much. She took a sharp breath in, but hesitated from saying anything. If he had heard her screaming like a fool, she knew damn well he was going to just never talk to her again. At least, that was her reality. Sadie knew her family to abandon her when she acted out. The doctors just tried to sedate her. She closed her eyes tight, curling into herself. She wasn't upset with Lacross, in fact she felt bad. The staff was looking for them, but they would never find them tucked away here. Not if she was quiet.

"What am I supposed to do?" She whispered, mostly to herself. She didn't expect Lacross to have any answers. Hell, she wasn't sure if he was even in a state of mind to talk to her. She touched her face, feeling desperately for tears that wouldn't come. She felt the need, fought the urge, and wanted to just slam her hand into the floor. She couldn't do it. Sadie couldn't cry, especially not in front of someone. And it ached. Like a hunger that would never be satisfied. It made her want to shrink away and die. "I don't want to do this anymore." She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms tighter around herself. If he left her there, she wouldn't even be phased. She didn't understand him at this state.

Lacross hated to see someone he became close to on the brink of tears. As much as others would say otherwise, he was soft most of the time. He had a pet at one point, though was taken away for some odd reason. It tugged at him, trotting over to her and laying beside her and rubbing his head against her leg trying to comfort her. He looked like a dog laying next to their master as he lay there, trying to cheer up sadie. A purr rose from him as he nuzzled against her, but lay exhuasted by his escape. Hopefully no one would find them. It was too calm for chaos at the moment. The calm brought his mind back to sanity and (slight) humanity. Just to be left be healed his mind in this sence.

Sadie squinted at him as he moved towards her, and curled further into herself. What? Was he going to shun her, too? But he didn't say anything. Instead, he tried to comfort her. Something that threw her off. Nobody ever bothered to take the time to try and help. She warily touched him, lightly running unsteady fingers through his hair the best she could. It soothed her in a way that she couldn't understand. The way that he didn't ask, or pry, or look at her like she was completely insane. Maybe it was what she needed, was just someone to care. Even though he acted more like a puppy than a human being at points, and sometimes like a feral beast. But it didn't bother her, so long as she had someone to understand her pain. She shifted to lay on her stomach, nudging him, leaning her head against him. It was a strange sight to see, but she was content there. Nudging him, the slightest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Somebody understood. Without words, without medication, without any sort of prodding her to get her to calm down and be okay.

"You gave me quite the scare earlier," she whispered in his ear, as if someone was listening. "And everyone else. More so, though." She squinted, and propped her elbows against the floor, her chin in her hands. "Why are they so afraid of you, Lacross?" She asked softly, letting out a sigh.

Lacross felt the heat rise in his face, though he was facing away from sadie he didn't want to turn around. Her whispering in his ear made him tense up slightly. He had never been shown such affection in this way. Friendly or otherwise, he wasn't sure about what to do about it. In all truths, he was innocent. A dark type of innocence that was shrouded in a bestial nature. He knew nothing of the wiles of females in the sence of friendship, only that some where cunning in the ways of breaking one's heart. He had seen an event like this, never really experiancing it himself. Thankfully, lest he would want nothing to do with anyone.

Her question regestered in his cleared mind; being able to talk normally, but still more animal then beast. He looked back at her for a quick second and quickly turned back in the direction he was facing. "They fear what they do not understand. In responce, they try to control and herd what is not understood into something that they are familar with. I am at home in darkness, relish in rain and storms and dance with the pale lady when her skies are clear to see her. Maybe that's why they the fear me. They fear something that they can't control." He said, then yawning. His body ached somewhat, maybe if the fates permitted he could rest here with her.

Sadie raised a brow, nuzzling him and trying to get a better response. He was using words again, and that was good to her, but he wouldn't look at her. Why? She peered at him through the mess of hair that hung in her face. Sadie knew better than to push him to go further. If he wanted to tell her, he would. If he didn't, then he didn't. She had no right to push him in any direction. She stared at the gaps in the unfinished walls, blinking a few times, trying to push the feelings that had plagued her away. They were things that she couldn't handle right now. What had just happened was one of them. Sadie would deny ever screaming at the doctors, acting like an uncontrollable brat. She wouldn't acknowledge that it even happen.

"They're afraid of wanting it." She answered quietly, rubbing her temples with her fingers. "You're free." Sadie lowered her arms, crossed them on the floor, and rested her forehead on them, her nose practically touching the floor with the position she was in. What was she supposed to do? Maybe she didn't know. Maybe she just didn't want to put forth the effort to it. She knew they would find her eventually. She was just trying to capture the peace. Her mind flickered to the meeting. Still...was that real? And what kind of chaos held for the nights to come?

Most of the time, whenever someone asked him about anything, there would be no answer. He would acknowledge it, but never truly answer it. This being the case, he started to wonder why he was giving such straight (in his opinion) answers to someone he hadn't even known for a more then a week or two. For him, comfort came in the form of laying in furs, the sound of roaring sounds of storms rolling through the forest home where his home resided and the moon's light at night, but never had he found such comfort in a human. He wanted freedom, not being confined to a stone cage.

"A life on the run is not freedom, it's fear. Paranoia that grips those that reside here like a herd a deer being stalked by hungry wolves." he said, closing his eyes again. "Why else would we find comfort in others? To form safety in numbers."