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Kaiden Riley

"In violence, I'm able to remember who I am."

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a character in “The Wayward”, as played by Thadine

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“What is a person? A miserable little pile of lies.”






Full Name Kaiden Riley
Nickname Kai, Kade.
Age: 19
Male/Female: Male
Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian, though is of some sort of European or Asian decent that he's not sure of.
Orientation: Straight






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“ Some wish to restore lost glories, some wish to alter the status quo, some wish to bring harm to others. In my case I do it for the most personal of reasons - because I like it and because I can.”

Sadistic Personality Disorder is a behavioral disorder characterized by a callous, vicious, malicious, and degrading behavior towards other people. Sadism involves gaining pleasure in seeing others in pain or undergo discomfort. They not only enjoy watching the acts, but also taking part of them. They may display recurrent cruel behavior and aggression, which can also include emotional cruelty, where the person may use manipulative acts against others to instill fear. Some notable traits are:

1. The use of physical cruelty or violence for the purpose of establishing dominance in a relationship
2. Humiliating or demeaning people in the presence of others
3. Has treated or disciplined someone under his or her control unusually harshly (e.g., a child, student, prisoner, or patient)
4. Is amused by, or takes pleasure in, the psychological or physical suffering of others (including animals)
5. Has lied for the purpose of harming or inflicting pain on others (not merely to achieve some other goal)
6. Gets other people to do what he or she wants by frightening them (through intimidation or even terror)
7. Restricts the autonomy of people with whom he or she has close relationship
8. Is fascinated by violence, weapons, martial arts, injury, or torture

For Kaiden, he is both satisfied by instilling pain upon others, and watching them in pain or discomfort. He will often seek out to harm people by his own hands, or indirect means just so he can watch them struggle. He's been like this since a very young, growing up with a fascination with weaponry and violence. He works in a very methodical way, and unlike many sadists who will explode with anger or rage when set off, he is the opposite. He seems extremely calm most of the time, though is most likely planning a way in which he can make your life miserable.






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Doctor's Notes: Patient:#691 Riley, Kaiden

Personality:
His personality does not seem to differ from that of any sadist. He shows signs of cruelty, sarcasm, and often mocks others. Extremely nit-picky. However, when not in one of his "moods" he is very reserved and will not speak unless spoken to. It's not known what sets him off, though being around people is guaranteed to have him begin to humiliate and hurt them. Seems to be easily annoyed and irritated by most people, and would most likely never form a bond with someone unless he had complete control, and could hurt them however he liked. Treats other Doctors as those underneath him, speaks down to them and constantly critiques their work. Seems to be slightly narcissistic as well, inflated ego/self importance.

Likes:
Obviously enjoys violence and weaponry, though seems to be incredibly infatuated with blood, or the colour red. (We are not sure which one it is yet.) Seems to be attracted to it in all forms, whether clothing, wall colour, etc. Seems to enjoy his time outside as much as he can, but we believe this is because he is able to find small bugs and rodents he can kill. Is drawn towards chaos and chaotic situations as well, for he feels a craving to control it. We believe he draws some sort of pleasure (sexual?) from making others suffer, often drawing out their pain for long periods of time. Speaks and likes to be around females more for they are easier to manipulate.

Dislikes:
Many things are on this list. He seems to dislike most human contact. He can withstand speaking, however if someone touches him he will not hesitate to hurt them. Though we've shown him many forms of music, he despises all of them. Does not like it when people talk back to him or are unaffected by his words/actions. Dislikes when others have control over him (for example, being locked in a room or constrained). Goes either completely silent when this happens, or will scream and yell for hours, might depend on his mood.

Habits:
Seems to never really feel extremes of emotion, so doesn't have many habits. However, when seemingly nervous or stressed, will often play with whatever is in his hands. Tends to keep his room spotless (though this is just a sign of cleanliness, not a form of OCD) His clothing is mostly clean, aside from blood stains. Tends to bite his nails, and used to keep them until we found his stash, now throws them away. Active eye movement, constantly seems to be looking at something or thinking about something.

Skills
Claims to be able to, "smell" the fear on people, much like an animal. Says that they leave behind a scent for him. Fear is the best one, being slightly sweet but just all together delicious. Happiness and other ones related to that are quite a weak smell to him, but are extremely sweet, like candy. Sadness smells like fresh rain, anger is almost sour, etc. This elevates the pleasure he gets from inflicting pain on others even more, it seems.





History:

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[door closes]
[footsteps]
[chair is dragged across floor violently before he sits down]

"Good morning, Kaiden."

"Hello."

"How are you feeling today?

"Do you really care?"

[brief moment of silence]

"I suppose we can just get right to it then....Tell me about how you got here and how you grew up..."

"What for? So you can put it all in that little file of yours? Try to figure me out and fix me?"

"Something similar to that, yes."

[another few seconds of silence]

[he begins to pick at the dry skin on his fingertips]

"Everybody always says it's the tortured who grow up to torture others...
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I grew up with just my Mom. I guess my Dad was bored and decided to run off to another country. We were part of the lower class, didn't have much money. I didn't care though. I wasn't one of those brats who wanted every toy that he saw, and screamed when he didn't get it. I didn't have much friends either. The neighborhood kids weren't to my liking. I had other ways of entertaining myself."

"What ways, Kaiden?"

"What do you think? I don't have to spell it out for you, it's what I'm here for, isn't it? Anyways...the people next door had a cat. I was allergic to animals when I was younger, but grew out of it. The stupid thing would always wander over into our yard, leave its hair everywhere. I'd get all itchy, and never stop sneezing. I tried setting traps for it, but they never worked. So I went into my Mom's closet, and grabbed the one thing my Dad left behind. Some old handgun. I went outside and sat on the grass, waiting for the cat to come over to its usual spot. Then, I shot it right in the head. That's when I realized my mistake-"

"What mistake?"

[sigh]

"That I didn't shoot it elsewhere. I killed it too quickly. I wanted to watch it writhe in pain. The neighbors got pissed, so we had to move. We went to an even smaller house out in the country, with a bunch of forests and pathways. For a few years I just stuck to killing stray farm cats and rodents. It was kind of fun to see how many parts I could cut off before they finally croaked. My Mom never found out though, no, she was always out trying to find work. There was tons of animals to play with though, so I never got bored. But later on I wanted something...different. You know how eventually someone can get tired of their favorite food...kids grow out of their favorite toy...Well, I was getting tired of cats and mice. I wanted a dog. I wanted a wolf."

"So what did you do?"

"Well, I went out to the woods. I was on this pathway when this little girl, couldn't be older than ten years, came into sight. She was wearing this blood-red jacket, and was all by herself. I was kind of reminded of this fairy-tale my mom used to read to me, "Little Red Riding Hood." So, I went over to her. I said, 'Hey, why are you out here all alone?' and she said, 'Well, I'm bringing some things home for my mother.' and she pointed to her backpack. Obviously she had been out in the woods gathering flowers or something, 'cause I could see the leaves sticking out of the little holes.

I just nodded, and then looked over to the field out beside the pathway. It was filled with a bunch of these bright orange flowers, and so I pointed to them. I looked her right in the eye and said, 'Those flowers over there look nice. Why don't you go pick some of those?' She shook her head and said, 'My mom told me not to walk off the path.' I laughed quietly and faked a bright smile. 'But don't you think your mother would like them?' I said, 'They're very bright and pretty.' She looked over to them, and then without even a second thought, ran over towards them.

I was getting pretty tired of this fake kindness by now, but the thought that her mother was probably getting worried sick over her absence was enough to keep me going. I followed her out into the field, watching her pick the flowers. I was planning something else, but I looked over and this small dog had was standing by the trees. I tapped her shoulder, and whispered, 'look'. She looked up and saw the dog, and smiled. I smiled too, because I had an idea. I held out my hand and quietly whistled for the dog to come over. It slowly came towards us, close enough that the little girl started petting its head.

It was the perfect moment. I grabbed my little pocket knife and flipped it out, then stabbed the animal right in the throat. The girl scream and stood up. The dog stood for a bit longer, coughing up blood, before it collapsed to the ground. Then I started playing with it a bit, finding the spots where it would be most painful, and stabbed it a few more times. The girl tried to turn away, but I grabbed her clean hand with my bloody one and screamed, 'Look!' and she just stared, tears pouring out of her eyes. She dropped the flowers and tried to get away again. I didn't let her go until the dog was dead. She ran away as fast as she could. But her scent of fear stayed...it was so good.

And I felt so good. The idea that she was just running home to her mother right now, screaming that she watched a dog get killed by a bad person...but there was something else."

"And what's that?"

"You know the interpretations of Little Red Riding Hood, right?
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Right?"

"Yes, I do."

"Yeah, well some think the red cape symbolizes menstruation...in other words, a child entering womanhood. Going through the 'dark woods' of life, being tempted and losing her innocence because of the wolf. The thought was so wonderful...the fact that she watched a poor animal being killed in front of her. She'll never forget it. I'll be imprinted on her mind forever. She used to think the world was so wonderful, and I ruined it.

I was her Wolf."

[silence]

"Thank you Kaiden."

[end]

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Weak and Powerless- A Perfect Circle

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Kaiden Riley's Story

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Kaiden stared out the window, his arms crossed over his chest. His dark brown eyes followed the snowflakes as they drifted to the ground, only to join the pile of snow that had built below. Watching them fall was almost soothing, but however much he focused on the purity of the white sheet covering the ground, he couldn't seem to get the idea out of his mind...the idea that fresh blood on the snow would be so beautiful in this setting. Especially against the rest of the dull landscape, the light grey sky and pale clouds, the thought just fascinated him. Almost as much as the day on the path when he had come across the dog with the girl. He smiled weakly at the thought of the memory, and reached a hand out towards the window, pressing a palm against the cold glass. With his other, he reached up, attempting to undo the latch the kept the window shut, however it was locked. They must have guessed he would have tried to open the window with weather like this and ruin the room he was in so he'd have to move. Again.

He'd caused multiple inconveniences to the doctors already, including finding their supplies and hiding it, ruining rooms he had been in, messing with the other patients, and whatever he could think of. He pulled his hand away from the window, pressing his chilled palm against his cheek for a few seconds before lowering it and turning away towards the door. Kaiden's room was nearly empty, not even having a mirror in it. There was a bed with some blankets on it, a table with a small lamp, and a dresser to keep his clothing. The doctors must have figured that if they started taking away things he could use as weapons, then he'd start behaving better. However, it only stirred his creativity, forcing him to find other ways to harm people. None of their tactics worked, and he was going to make sure of it. He was going to give them a response to the lack of items in his room, but not the response they wanted. Tugging at the bottom of his white dress shirt, he ran his hands over it, smoothing out the wrinkles. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the dark stain on the edge of his cuff. Hm. They had forgotten to wash that out from the other day, when he found a mouse outside at the time he had a plastic fork with him.

Kaiden opened the door in his room, and was half expecting someone to be waiting outside for him. Usually they had someone search him whenever he went in and out of his room. He thought at first that it was to make sure he wasn't carrying any sharp objects with him, which was probably one of the reasons, but now he suspected it was also to make him feel a bit humiliated. After all, it did bother him a bit because of the fact that they didn't do this to many other patients; also because they often chose to do it in the middle of the hall where people could see. However, no one was there. He started towards the cafeteria. Unlike most days, he was actually hungry. Glancing over his shoulder warily, he started down the empty hallway, the sound of his footsteps bouncing off of the white walls. For a moment, he was hopeful that he could get to the cafeteria without any daily search.

Running a hand through his black hair, he stepped into the cafeteria, his eyes scanning over the room. He could recognize a few faces, and made a mental note to keep away from them. There were a few Keepers standing around the edges of the room, watching what was going on. Kaiden wasn't even able to take a step in before he felt a hand on his shoulder. On instinct, he swung his arm and body backwards violently, coming in contact with someone's torso harshly. However, the person hardly moved, only grabbed his arm and pulled it backwards, tightening his grip enough for Kaiden to stop. He glared up at the Keeper behind him, yanking his arm back towards his own body. The man didn't bother to grab him again, only stared down at the patient.

"You almost forgot your search." He said in a monotone voice, only slightly louder than his regular speaking voice. It was just threatening enough for him to get the hint that he wasn't going to let him go without getting what he wanted first. Kaiden knew this guard, he didn't mess around. However, he didn't show his concern, and merely gave a sideways smirk, turning his back to him.

"Go on then." He said calmly, stretching out his arms willingly. Raising his head slightly, he stared up at the ceiling for a moment, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The search was like something given by a police officer after they told the felon to put their hands up, and no surprise, he felt like he was just being arrested. Fighting the urge to turn and hit the person behind him, he had to clench his teeth together to refrain himself. After a few seconds though, he felt the man's presence leave, and he muttered a quiet, 'go on.' Kaiden turned to glance behind him, giving him a wide, fake smile.

"Thanks." He mumbled bitterly, continuing on his way. He straightened out his shirt again, starting towards the line-up for food, frowning slightly when he noticed who was waiting there. No way was he getting near that Kaleb kid this early in the day. Although, he did seem preoccupied with the red-head in front of him, probably muttering about his fairy world. Kaiden hesitantly went towards them, standing a good distance away, forcing himself to focus on something else. Specifically, his eyes wandered towards Isabella, or...'Beatrix', the one he preferred. He crossed his arms and stared forward at her, grinning weakly, his eyes sparkling with a sort of mischievousness.

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He thought I was a freak. He had never even noticed me until that day. If I had been brave enough to actually talk to him, maybe he wouldn't have fallen for Ulli. I'm just such a-- Kalab's voice snapped Ariella out of her thoughts. She turned around and grinned at him. He had always been able to make her feel better with his stories and pranks. When Kalab was involved, almost anything could happen.

"No surprise there," she giggled. "Sometimes I feel like they're actually the patients and we're the doctors." Ariella faced the front again as a Keeper noisily cleared his throat right next to her. He gave her a stern glare which she returned with an innocent smile. "Are you here for your daily dose of crazy?" The Keeper flushed angrily.

"Just behave yourself," The man marched off and Ariella stuck her tongue out at his back. She rolled her eyes at Kalab before grabbing a bowl of strawberries and some orange juice. The cooking was horrible for the most part, so Ariella tried to stick with the food that didn't have to be handled very much. She looked around for a spot to sit and noticed Tomas by himself. Perfect! Ariella carefully stepped out of line, avoiding all the kids jostling each other. "Want to sit with me and Tomas?" she called behind her shoulder to Kalab.

Without waiting for an answer, Ariella started walking towards Tomas. She sat down opposite of him and grinned. "Mind if we join you?" Ariella managed to lower her voice. She had learned a while ago that Tomas had really sensitive ears. It wasn't a very great lesson to learn, especially since it happened because she had spoken way too loud for his taste. Luckily, he had forgiven her for that little mistake and they were on good terms now.

Ariella glanced back at the line to see if Kalab would follow quickly averted her gaze. Kaiden. He seemed to be preoccupied with something, but you never knew what he might do. The number one rule with Kaiden was to never, under any circumstances, make eye contact with him. That almost guaranteed his arrival to wherever you were.

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Kaiden watched Isabella intensely, his gaze not even wavering for a moment. It made her uncomfortable, he could tell. He could smell the slightest bit of fear emanating from her. Breathing in deeply, he moved down the line slightly, tearing his eyes away from her for only a moment while he grabbed a red apple from the fruits. When he looked up again, there was a Keeper dangerously close to her. He could only hear a few of the words spoken, yet it seemed that he was questioning her about who she was talking to. He snickered quietly to himself, shaking his head slightly. Who did the man think she was talking to? Most of the people here knew what was wrong with her, and made note to be careful of her other side and not do things that could bring it out. Unless...this man was new. Kaiden could only imagine what things would be awaiting this person, especially since he seemed to be interested in Isabella right now. Bad decision on his end.

Luckily, she managed to slip away from him, and the Keeper did not follow. He watched her sit down, and though he could not hear her from this far away, he could see her mouth moving, her attention focused on the fork. She was talking to her friends again. Raising his hand, he took a small bite out of the red apple, and contemplated taking some actual food, cereal or toast, but decided against it. He wasn't that hungry. Raising his dark eyes from the food spread out in front of him, he turned and left the end of the line, looking around the room for a moment in his stationary place. His eyes met those of a Keeper standing by the edge of the room, who quickly looked away afterwards. Kaiden leaned against the edge of a table near him, taking another bite of the apple, the juices running down his chin. He wiped at his mouth with the white sleeve of his shirt.

It was at this moment he noticed the Keeper from before approaching Isabella's table. A small smirk of amusement appeared on his face as he watched excitedly, ready to see what would happen. There was a good chance Beatrix might come out if this guy kept on pestering her. And in this case, that was a good thing. He watched carefully, and noticed that with each word that came out of the man's mouth, something seemed to change slightly with Isabella. And then, he saw Beatrix. Yes, there she was, on the table, hissing at the man threateningly. Then suddenly, Isabella was no more. It was just the other one.

The man left without another word, leaving Beatrix there sitting back in her spot. He could tell it was still her, it was easy to see. Kaiden started towards her table, rolling the apple around in his hand before taking another small bite of it. He was only a few feet away from her place, until he saw Kaleb approaching out of the corner of his eye. He veered away suddenly, going further away, hoping that he was just passing by. However, he neared her, either unaware that she was Beatrix, or just not caring at all. Kaiden assumed the latter, for he noticed that Kaleb was always going on about making new friends. He was painfully naive.

Approaching from behind, he got near enough to Beatrix that he could reach out a hand and touch her. Yet, all he did was bend down near her slightly so she could hear him.

"It's only nine in the morning and you've already had to deal with two idiots." He whispered quietly, glaring up at Kaleb, who was only a few steps in front of him and Beatrix. He took a seat down beside her, taking a bite of the apple in his hand. Leaning towards her, his lips right by her ear, he smiled.

"Tell him to go away, Beatrix." Kaiden hissed quietly, pulling himself away from her and back to his own space, watching intently. He wanted to see what she could do, what she would do.

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"Alright Bea. If that's what you want. But I'm pretty sure you would want to see the horror I'm going to bestow on that mans face. Hehehe. Just like hook when I let the alligator get him. Oh how I don't miss that guy. hehehe. Anyway. I also plan on getting hit a few times. You know, the whole king must suffer for his followers thing." Kalab said looking at Beatrix and Kaiden. He then leaned in close to them. "Just thought you guys liked chaos, but I guess yout all talk." Then he quickly withdrew his head in case one of them wanted to hit him. Him and Kaiden got into it a couple times already but it was fun because Kalab believes KaidenK thinks everyone's afraid of him. Beatrix however, was like a beast. He didn't mess with girls much any way. So It was good. "See you guys at the show." He said in a sing song.

He then proceeded to where the T.V room was. 'So the Twins aren't here yet. Well whatever. The only member that is needed is Jefferson and the people that already agreed. He skipped onto the table that was in between Jefferson and Devin. "DaDAdadAAAA. Here ye. Here ye. The king has decided on another minion of the evil one to dispose of. Those who agree say Ya. Those who don't say Nay. He said it loud enough For Jeff and Dev to here him but low enough so he wouldn't blow his cover. He flipped over the table and landed in front of It. "Good morning my friends. Wanna play." He said with the most mischievous he could manage.

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If it had been anyone else, Kaiden would have probably hit their hand away and yelled at them for trying to get so close to him. However, he was nearly comfortable with her. The idea fascinated him, two very distinct personalities trapped inside of one body. They were so different in fact, that one of them painfully annoyed him, while the other almost drew him in. He felt an odd attraction to the animal side of her, and this was most likely because of how beastly she was in this form. However, he felt slightly wary whenever near her. At any moment, she could go back to her regular self, and it usually took a lot of coaxing to get Beatrix back out.

He turned to glare up at Kaleb for a brief moment, glad that his thoughts had been able to drown out the sound of his voice. He hadn't even heard a word the boy had said. His dark eyes returned to focus on her yellow orbs, and he gave a very small smile, the corner of his lips twitching in just the slightest. Breathing in deeply, he shut his eyes just a moment. What was that smell? Happiness? No, it wasn't as sweet...content, perhaps? Relaxed? Whatever it was, it was nearly as good as the scent of fear. Kaiden raised his own hand and took a hold of hers that was playing with his hair, lowering it slightly, gripping it rather tightly. He wanted to see how long he could keep Beatrix out, and it seemed that getting close and speaking to her and only her seemed to work quite well. She loved the attention, in fact, seemed to crave it.

"What brings you here?" she had asked. Kaiden's thoughts wandered for a moment, imagining how surprised Isabella might be to suddenly be let back out while he was this close to her. How afraid would she be? Would she even be afraid at all? After all, she could see what was going on still, if she came back out then he would do nothing but just leave. He was in a good mood today, and not much could ruin that.

"Just you, Beatrix." He responded, still holding to her hand firmly. With his other hand that held the nearly finished apple, he took the last bite, setting down on the edge of the table. He appeared to be deep in thought, and for a moment, it might have seemed that he wouldn't speak after that, yet he started again, staring at Beatrix.

"It must be a pain to constantly have that other part begging to come out." Kaiden remarked, intertwining his fingers with hers in the hand he was holding. How long would he be able to keep this up? Maybe he could set some record time for the length of how long Isabella would be trapped with Beatrix roaming free. Well, nearly free. While awaiting any sort of response, he turned his gaze slightly to look at the table that contained the more distasteful patients of the hospital. Kaleb was standing by near Tomas and Ariella. He was only able to catch small bits and pieces of their conversation from this distance, though heard a certain phrase that nearly made him laugh out loud with excitement.

"They don't even exist."

Who had said that? The quiet boy who hardly muttered a word? And was that directed to the hyper-active fairy keeper? Kaiden grinned slightly, his attention off of Beatrix for a moment, waiting to see the outcome of what this would be.

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Kaiden was still focused on the table far across on the other side of the room, struggling to hear bits of their conversation. It only took a few seconds for Kaleb to register what Tomas had said, and he instantly went to attacking the wall out of pure anger, a much stronger smell than anything else in the room. Smirking to himself, his eyes wandered away from them again, uninterested once more in whatever their discussion was about. Rather, he was drawn back to Beatrix. He lowered his gaze to their interlocked hands, watching calmly as she dug her nails into his skin. He winced only slightly, his attention flickering back and forth between her and his hand. Her grip tightened enough until he felt her daggers pierce his skin, letting out a drizzle of blood from his hand.

He pulled back, not violently, but rather gingerly, examining his bleeding hand for a moment, twisting it and turning it in front of his view. The blood trailed around his hand, rolling in different directions and eventually down his wrist, staining the edges of the cuffs of his white shirt. Instantly, he thought back to the view he had imagined on the snow a bit after he woke up, while he was staring out the window. The scarlet liquid spread a bit further down his sleeve, and with a quick movement, he used his other hand to wipe away the blood that remained on his skin. Kaiden stared at the fabric of his shirt for a few seconds, as if examining it, yet his thoughts drifted to the idea of blood on the snow, such a beautiful sight that would be. At that moment, his curiosity grew slightly. He had heard a few rumors from others patients, and even a bit of the doctor conversations, about Isabella and Beatrix's past. How they ended up here.

The words 'blood on the snow' had always come up in conversations. Had she described something like that during the interviews they had with the doctors? It was always those words that remained in his mind after he heard conversations about her. Without hesitating, he looked up at Beatrix again, and extended his arm towards her, his eyes fixated on hers, searching for any sign of recognition while she looked at the blood on the nearly spotless white fabric.

"Does this remind you of anything?" Kaiden asked, hopeful to get some sort of backstory out of her. However, he was aware that this was a risky move. Depending on how defensive Isabella was about her past, she might feel danger from him asking this question, and go out of her way to stop him from getting that answer. In other words, pull Beatrix away some how. Although he was quite confident that Beatrix would be happy to brag about whatever happened, giving him all the full, hopefully gruesome, details. Just moments after he spoke, across the low buzz of noise in the cafeteria, he heard a singular voice rise a bit louder.

"...kill him, are you?"

Kaiden recognized this voice as the one from that quiet boy, and turned his vision towards their table for only a moment. Was this was their plan to, "avenge Izzy" included? Killing someone? They were a bit more daring than he thought. He quickly forced himself to look back to Beatrix though, scolding himself internally. He got distracted much too easily.

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"When do we start?" Ari Asked.

"Good question. Haven't really figured that out yet myself. Hmmm. Oh yeah. He's around during the beginning of meals so all I have to do is be patient till then." Kalab said scratching his neck just thinking about the amount of patience it'll take to wait until lunch. "Yeah. That's the maximum amount of time I can wait."
He then hear Thomas say something. "You're not gonna kill him, are you?" he said in a louder tone then usual. This mad Kalab even more proud of him. 'Finally coming out of his shell, is he now?' He thought to himself. "No my young chum. I have better things then death and physical pain awaiting him. Something so vicious even Kaiden would have to call me king. A person who messes with my friends messes with me and I don't like being bullied." He said with a wide smile. He patted Thomas on the head and looked at the clock. "Oh boy, it's time for my meeting with my counselor. I'll be sure to ask for extra candy for you guys since you're helping me and all. I hereby decree, CANDY FOR ALL." He said. The last part being an announcement.

He the proceeded to leave the area. It was then that he saw Beatrix's little scuffle with the keepers. This kept him from getting to his meeting. He didn't want Izzy to suffer in a padded room because of her counterpart. He proceeded to bump into the man that was over her. "Oh. I'm sorry my friend." He said to the guy in a sort of mocking tone. "Why you." The guy said getting up quickly. Another guy pulled him back from attacking him. "Wow. This place needs better staff. You brutes are out of control." He gave Tink a sign by pointing at Beatrix and rubbing her fingers together. Tink couldn't make someone fly with the little bit of power she had. She needed more people to believe in her. She could however make Beatrix a little less heavier carry. He picked her up and stuck his tongue out at Kaiden. Thinking this was a good time to cause more attention to come his way, he howled. "OwOOOoooooooooooh. Ooooh oooh oooooooooooh. I can be a beast to you dastardly devils. The great king Kalab. Awaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy." He howled as he jolted out of the exit. 'Dang they really shouldn't all pay attention to one person. Really hurts when it comes to blocking exits.' He thought as he turned a few corners and quickly opened one of the supply closets. He tossed Beatrix inside. "Sorry Izzy but this way the wont put you up again and Beatrix," He smiled wifely, "I just like messing with yah. hehe."

"There he is." One of the Keepers called. "Let's go." He said as they darted towards him, deja vu. It was the only thing h could call this game. And it was all a game to him as he ran through the many turns of the hallway and went into his counselors office shutting and locking the door. "Sorry I'm late Mary." He said in apology as the men banged on the door.
"Kalab, you have to stop using this time to cause trouble and escape from it." She said in a motherly aggravated tone. Mary was the only doctor Kalab liked. She was motherly to say the least and she gave him candy. Of course candy was a plus. Kalab moved out of the way so she could come to the door herself. Opening it she said,"Could you stop banging on my door, I'm in an appointment with a patient. Please leave." She basically ordered as she shut the door. She sat down and nudged a bowl of candy over to Kalab. "So Kalab. How are you today?"

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Preston was no impressed by Kalab's performance. He sat by himself at one of the farther tables, staring with his fork hovering above his watery eggs. His expression....pure annoyance. His eyes trailed after the annoying wannabe 'King' as he caused un-needed noise and problem, then ran from the room. With the little knat gone, Preston lowered his fork and swallowed down another mouthful. The room was filled with the other lesser patients finishing off their own breakfast. The Keeper that was in charge of waking up Preston was wrapped around his little finger, so he was able to sleep in another twenty minutes.

He slowly flicked his eyes from each individual around him, settling on Ariella and Tom. He rolled his eyes at the annoying red-head, taking only a moment to register Tom. Neither of him were of much interest to him, no that he was exceptionally rude to them. Outwardly, Preston kept his relationships...even, only showing favor to those he liked. Well, except for...

Taking a sip of his orange juice, Preston turned his attention to Kaiden, who sat at the table behind the two brats. Before Kalab's 'performance', Kaiden had been sitting with Beatrix. Preston knew that the wild side of the female had been in control simply because he knew that Kaiden could not stand the sweet, innocent Isabella. Kaiden was one of the few individuals at the home that Preston truly respected. Both Kaiden and Beatrix had a wild side that interested Preston...it made him want to control. They are the best examples of a challenge...if Preston could make the Wolf and the Beast follow him, then what couldn't he do?

The only problem was, unlike the other patients, Kaiden was smart. He would not fall for the normal tricks that Preston pulled on the lesser minded. If he didn't have these damn drugs slowly down his mind and his ability, Preston could simply touch the other and have him following every word. But he was muddled and could not perform his normal tricks.

"Can I get you anything else Preston?"

He flicked his light green eyes to the Keeper, a young female that he knew to work in the kitchen. She was not..pretty, but not ugly either. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun that called for him to rip loose and her uniform needed to be...
He realized that he was staring at her and a deep red blush was spreading across her cheeks, her hands shaking likely. It didn't even take his powers to know that she wanted him.

"No, I'm fine...Amelia is it? I'm done actually, if you want to take my plates" He offered her a crooked smile, piling his dishes onto the platter, "Actually, I wouldn't mind a coffee as well. Black"
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As expected, she nodded her head excitedly and hurried to grab the dishes, "O-oh! Yes, of course. I'll be right back" She looked back up into his eyes just as she turned to leave, ducking her head quickly to avoid eye contact. He knew patients weren't truly allowed coffee, but there was a brew in the kitchen for the Doctors, so why couldn't he have some?

"Thank you Amelia" He said with another smile and watched her bustle off frantically. He appraised her for a moment until she disappeared into the kitchen, then turned back to his musings. His eyes naturally settled back onto Kaiden of their own accord, and he resumed his inner thoughts. Amelia returned with a steaming mug, but he barely payed her a second glance. He picked up the cup,sipping the hot liquid with out a care for the burn. The steam rose up, obscuring his view and casting the animals before him into a hazy mist...

What could he possible do to tame the Wolf?

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Oscar stepped out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his lower half, hanging off his hips like it was one more step from falling to the ground. His entire body was still covered in a thick layer of moisture and the water dripped from his scruffy brown hair. He flicked his fringe out of his eyes and laid them on some clothes that had been perfectly folded and placed at the end of his bed. Must’ve been Mrs. Scott, he thought with a smile. He usually set out his own clothes, but this time someone had beat him to it.

He chuckled lightly to himself and pulled out another towel from his drawers, only this one was much smaller. He lifted it to his head and used it to ruffle his hair around. When he deemed his hair dry enough, he threw the towel on the floor and sighed as he spotted Dorothy sitting on the end of his bed. “Are ya’ ever going t’ leave me alone?” he asked, although he was fairly certain of the answer. ‘Not until you give me what I want,’ she said in a ghostly voice. He stepped closer and scruffed up her hair with his palm. “Not gonna happen, kid.”

In the blink of an eye, Dorothy had her scrawny fingers wrapped around Oscar’s wrist and quickly pulled him to the ground, then spun on her heal and sat herself on his back so that he couldn’t get up. He struggled under her weight and screamed out in pain as she twisted his arm around and held it in an awkward position behind his back. It hurt, to say the least. “Let go,” he yelped, his eyes wet with tears. ‘Give me what I want,’ she screamed back at him.

Mrs. Scott burst through the door with two Keepers at her side. She yelled something to them but their voices were barely audible over his own pained screams. He thrashed his legs around and cried out again, but Dorothy didn’t loosen her grip on him for a second, in fact she bent his arm further back. Any further and it might’ve broke.

He felt a sharp pain in his body and suddenly everything went numb. His eyes were blurry and the sounds around him had been silenced. He couldn’t feel Dorothy anymore so he just assumed that it was the medication that had sent her away. He allowed himself one small smile before he drifted into a deep slumber.



When Oscar awoke, he was greeted by the gentle smile of Mrs. Scott. “Hey,” she whispered. “How you feeling?” With a groan, he sat himself up, wincing at the remaining pain from the injection in his arm. He rubbed his arm and shook his head in an attempt to regain his senses. “Dizzy,” he said, and they shared a moment of faint chuckling before it went silent again.

“What happened?” she asked, brushing a hand over his hair. “Dorothy attacked me,” he growled, his entire facial expression changing so suddenly that it startled Mrs. Scott. “Hunny,” she breathed, “Dorothy does not exist. It’s all in your head.” He shook his head once more and pushed her hand away from his face before she had the chance to palm his cheek. “You can’t say shit ‘cause you don’ understand.”

There was a long, lingering moment of silence before Mrs. Scott stood up from his bed and brushed a hand down herself to straighten out her outfit. “You’ve been asleep for a while, so your breakfast time will be a little bit shorter than usual. You know Dr. Williams doesn’t like it when you’re late, so we must move quickly, lest you get another punishment.” And just like that, they were back to their fairly formal relationship. He hated her treating him as a patient rather than a friend. He winced at the thought of a punishment from Dr. Williams and looked down to check if he was clothed before he slipped out of bed. He smirked at Mrs. Scott. “Did you dress me?” She flushed and glanced back at him briefly as she walked out of the room, gesturing for him to follow.

Oscar followed closely behind Mrs. Scott as she lead him down the seemingly endless halls of the home he’d been sentenced to spend the rest of his insane life in. As much as he hated being locked away from the world, he feared the day he would be let out, mainly because of the thought that Dorothy or Oz would someday return and attempt to harm the people he might’ve grown close to. He hated doctors with a passion, but he made an exception for Mrs. Scott because he felt this strange sense of trust in her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

After what seemed like an hour of walking, they approached a door and she opened it, politely gesturing for him to enter first. He entered a room where he saw a lot of other patients, some friends and some enemies. He walked past them all and sat at a table further to the end wall, away from everyone else. “Just wait here and I’ll go fetch you some food.” He nodded at her and rested his elbows on the table as he waited for his breakfast to arrive. He allowed his eyes to flicker to some of the different patients. They all seemed so strange to him, but then again he was in no position to judge any of them.

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Gretchen's eyes fluttered as she awoke, having dozed off sometime in the night while slumped against the wall. The corner which was her favourite was behind her bed and underneath the camera. That way, if anyone came in they would not see her right away and she would have time to defend herself.

"Come on Gretchen, you need to get up," the Keeper's voice told her. Why was he in her room?! She was suddenly wide awake.

"Get away from me!" the girl shrieked, trying to crawl under her bed and slip out the door. The Keeper grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him. She continued to shriek and claw at the ground, trying to get away. The Keeper was too strong to fight against and she knew it. She also knew that his grip on her would only tighten the more hysterical she became. Greta took a deep breath and closed her eyes, relaxing just long enough for him to yank her to her feet. "It's breakfast time."

Her brown eyes glared coldly at him before she tugged her arm away from his grip. As with all patients, she was escorted down the hall towards the cafeteria. Her eyes darted back and forth, taking in every shadow of the hallway, every imperfect spot on the wall. Most of all, she glanced at the doors of the other rooms in case one of the other inmates were to appear. She was weary of all of them save her brother.

Speaking of which, where was he? He almost never ate, but maybe she could convince him to come and try something. She knew that he wouldn't want to be force fed, but occasionally he took some of her food and ate.

"May I speak with my brother?" she asked her Keeper, trying to sound civil. "I want to see if he'll come down and eat."mHe glanced at her disapprovingly, but said nothing. As they continued down the hall, he stopped and unlocked the room that Henry was in. He pushed the door open and let her walk in.

Inside, Henry sat with his back facing them, having just been awoken by his Keeper. His bed was pushed into the corner so that he could sleep in it. Upon hearing the door open, he turned a bit to glance out of the corner of his eye at who it might be. He figured that it was that dreaded doctor who forced him to eat. It wasn't even solid foods either. Henry was almost certain they were feeding him baby food. If that was the case, he could only wonder why they had had baby food on hand since the first day they came.

"Henry, let's go get something to eat," a familiar voice came. The young boy smiled and climbed over the end of his bed and onto the floor. He placed his left hand on the wall and stood up. Looking down at the ground, he kept his hand on the wall as he circled around to the door where his sister stood. The Keeper grunted and walked out.

Henry's head stayed down, focused on the floor. If he focused on the floor or the wall while walking he was ok. He took his sister's extended hand and the two exited, the second Keeper behind them. The second turned and went to tell the boy's doctor that he was in the cafeteria for once.

The two siblings proceeded down the hallway, both with anxious thoughts swirling through their heads. Gretchen was still intent on protecting herself and her brother form even a fly. Despite her fitful sleep, she was alert and continually looking around for signs of danger to either them. Henry meanwhile was attempting to ignore his growling stomach. Though he had been fed last night, he was still hungry. But his brain told him he didn't need food. His stepmother had fed him too, but for a much different purpose than the doctors. She had wanted to eat him, not merely out of spite and to get rid of her problems regarding the children, rather because she liked the taste of human flesh. The thought made him sick to his stomach.

The walls had enclosed him then, which was what he was used to and familiar with. When he was finally freed he had found that he couldn't handle the open space, was even scared of how foreign it was. Agoraphobia they called it.

The Maras arrived at the cafeteria. Greta walked with her brother over to a table near the corner. The younger sibling sat and faced the wall, putting his head against it for comfort and to ease his thoughts. His doctor had told him that he needed to stop doing that if he wanted to get better, but he wasn't here now was he?

"I'll be right back Henry. Don't talk to anyone." Gretchen knew she probably didn't have to worry about that considering his social skills had declined drastically since his imprisonment. She also knew that he did like some of the crazies though, particularly Ariella and Thomas who were both here. She wouldn't be surprised if he left while she was gone and went over to sit by them. However, they seemed to be deep within their own affairs and so she had little to worry about.

As long as they don't hurt him, she thought to herself and went to retrieve her food. She wished she could cook for herself, because who could trust anyone here? It would also be a good idea to get her hands on a knife, a very sharp knife, in case any of these loons came too close to her.

Gretchen maneuvered through the cafeteria, which looked to be at war with itself. On one side were the less harmful monsters, the other was a psycho and what looked to be a beast. She shuddered and kept her eyes on each table for equal amounts of time before taking a tray from the neat stack. Ahead of her was a female Keeper, who was getting food for Oscar. The young girl frowned at the woman's back as she moved down the line. Keepers, even the nice ones, were evil. They were the ones who kept them there, helped to imprison them and hold them to what they thought was right. But Gretchen knew she was right not to trust anyone, so why should she listen to them?

Dismayed to find that Henry had scooted over to Oscar, Gretchen quickly crossed the cafeteria. "Henry, what are you doing?" she asked, though it was quite obvious he wanted to converse with Oscar. She frowned then reluctantly set the tray down, scooting in close to her brother so that she could keep an eye on everyone. She tossed the apple in the air a few times before twisting off the stem. Someone had once told her that when you say the alphabet and the stem comes off, the letter you stop on is the first letter of the name of the person you will marry. It was bullcrap, but to amuse herself she decided to twist it off. It stopped at F.

The young lad known as Henry felt someone nudge his shoulder before hearing his sister ask if he wanted an apple. Truth be told he did not want it, even if it was one piece of food. His mind repeatedly, endlessly told him that he dare not eat for fear of growing fatter and being eaten. He did not realize how thin he had become and so the voice in his head told him no. But another voice, perhaps tugging at his heart, told him to take it so that Gretchen wouldn't worry so much. A few bites wouldn't hurt, wouldn't add any mass. He could go back to not eating right afterwards. Yes, that seemed right.

And so Henry accepted the apple his sister had offered him and took a small bite of it. Gretchen smiled, though he could not see it as he had his eyes closed. It felt strange to taste solid food, stranger still to swallow it by his own will. He found himself with a small grin on his face, part of him relieved that he had something in his stomach and the other part horrified by what he had done.

In an attempt to take his mind off it as he nibbled at the apple, he decided to talk to Oscar. "How are you today?" he asked softly before taking a small bite. Gretchen meanwhile was giving anything and everything in the room a death stare in between bites of her breakfast.

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Kaiden didn't have time to protest or even move away before she was suddenly at him, her hands at his throat. He tilted his head back instinctively, pressing his back against the wall behind him, staring her directly in the eyes. Well, he had not been expecting that. Obviously Beatrix and Isabella were more linked than he thought. Perhaps when Isabella got angry, Beatrix did too? Or maybe it was just when she was feeling threatened. He found himself pondering more about how this had happened, what the connection was, rather than reacting from what was happening to him. He only looked up again when Beatrix's weight was suddenly yanked off of him. The scent of rage and anger instantly filled the air, and he watched with hungry eyes as she attacked and scratched at the Keepers surrounding her.

The sight only lasted a few seconds though, as she was soon subdued. He felt a bit of disappointment fill him, and he merely crossed his arms over his chest, staring down at her nearly motionless body. He thought she would have been able to last a bit longer than that. He wanted to see a full out fight. It seemed that the Keepers had learned though, and now carried tranquilizers wherever they went in case one of the patients went a bit crazy just like Isabella had done. Although, he did look up, and notice one of the Keeper's pressing a hand against their neck. He only got a glimpse of it, but noticed that Beatrix's nails had done quite some damage to him, leaving long claw marks down his neck. They were bleeding slightly, Kaiden could see it glimmering inbetween his fingers. At this, he chuckled quietly to himself, though his amusement soon disappeared as Kalab came running through.

He had been able to ignore his loud, obnoxious voice right until then. The so called, 'King' rushed towards one of the Keepers nearby, purposely agitating him in order to have the man run after him. Although, Kaiden was sure that he didn't even have to try to get a Keeper pissed off at him. That kid could do it naturally. He went and picked up Beatrix without showing any real signs of struggle, and stuck out his tongue at him. Kaiden watched him run off, and raised his hand. For a moment it looked like he was about to wave, however he quickly flipped his hand over and stuck out his middle finger, grinning slightly. From the corner of his eye, he saw a nearby Keeper glare at him, and he lowered his hand once more. Kalab ran off screaming something, and most of the supervisors ran after him. Giving a quiet sigh of relief, he leaned his head back against wall, closing his eyes for a brief moment, clearing his mind.

What was he supposed to do after breakfast again? Usually he was given the privilege to go outside, however they had restricted him for a week due to what had happened only a few days ago. His Keeper got distracted, and Kaiden had wandered off by himself, able to find the nest of some field mice in a small burrow in the ground. His Keeper had found him again before he was able to wash the blood off of his hands, and told most of the others that he wasn't to be allowed outside. Of course, he was starting to get a bit claustrophobic from being inside for such a long time. He was starting to miss the fresh air outside, and of course, he couldn't get any from his room either. They had locked his windows. Even though it was snowy and cold, he was almost aching to get out there. Kaiden tilted his head slightly, staring out the window nearby, watching the snow fall past gently.

His eyes wandered, settling on each patient for a brief moment before moving to the next. At last, his attention came to Preston, and the fact that he seemed to be looking at him startled him. Kaiden returned his gaze for a few seconds, his eyebrows knitting together before he focused on the exit to the cafeteria. He was supposed to go talk with the Doctors...about what, he wasn't sure. But he knew one thing; he wanted to get out of it somehow. He just needed someone who was good with words, who could convince people of things. Or he could just find his own way outside, without relying on anyone. Of course, he had a way with words, and was often able to convince other patients to do things for him by coercing them. Maybe today he could find some other way out though, he knew a few doctors that were afraid of him...

Yeah, that might work. Kaiden tapped his fingers on the table beside him, deep in thought about what doctor, nurse, or Keeper he could threaten to let him slip past on his way outside. Or to some recreation room, anything but the conversation with his doctors.

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Preston did not falter his gaze when Kaiden noticed his staring, but more offered a crooked grin and a tilt of his head. He sipped his coffee again, setting it down slowly as he exhaled slowly. His lids slowly closed over his eyes as they rolled back into his head a bit, opening his mind to the ones around him.

He ignored the sex, drugs, love, money, power, death, and childish wants around him, circling around the room until he could narrow in on the dark aura across from him. Normally, Preston would not be able to go this far into his power. His medication time was after breakfast, so his last dosage had been almost 24 hours ago. The ability was easier to control, although not nearly at the capacity that he normally could work at.

Kaiden's aura was that of a predator; terrifying, exciting, invigorating, strong, and lethal. He smirk spread across Preston's face as he let the others wants overwhelm him, holding the flood at bay to only view the current, surface ones. While humans usually had millions of wants hidden in their tiny heads, 'surface' happiness was easiest to come by and therefor less work for Preston. He usually began with that, easy things like getting the day off, finding $5, or someone opening a door for them. It took a lot more energy to dig deeper and he was not about to ruin his day finding out Kaiden's most desired want.

The surface thought that ran through his head was more of an image, snow and forest and wilderness. A memory of the yard here at the institute, some dead mice, and then the Keepers shutting him in. Kaiden wanted to go outside, simple as that. Like a dog, begging at the door for his master to simple let him free.

Well, Preston could do that. He had enough charisma and sway with the Keepers that they usually listened to him. It also helped that on the surface, Preston did not appear crazy. Keepers actually talked to him and usually enjoyed it, while Preston made sure they were well taken care of if they treated him right (and only if).

He set his coffee down suddenly, standing so quickly that the patient near him jumped. Sending an annoyed glance his direction, Preston waltzed off to a Keeper near the entrance. His name was Gregory and he was a large, dark skinned man that usually took care of Preston's afternoon needs.

"Hey Greg" Preston waved at the other as he drew near, his charismatic smile welcoming the other in. Gregory returned the smile, loosening his guard like stance to offer Preston a hand in greeting. Mistake number one, Gregory was in to handshakes. Preston had a much easier time swaying others opinions when he had physical contact.

"Hey Preston! How're you this mornin'? Saw Amelia got you some coffee, want me to go get her for you?" The other said as they shook hands. Preston shook his head and tilted it back towards Kaiden, watching as the guard raised a brow in question, "Kaiden mess with you? We can get him removed if you want"

"Nah, thats not it at all Greg. I like Kaiden and I heard he had a little bit of a problem a while back with a Keeper in the yard"

Gregory whistled, sending a hesitant look at the Keeper stationed on the other side of the door, "Well yeah, kids crazy. Apparently he did some pretty nasty things to some field mice, got his outdoor privileges taken away"

Preston nodded again, taking a step closer to the Keeper and lowering his voice, "Well, see, the thing is, me and Kaiden had planned on walking around outside today. Just found out he can't and that really puts a damper on my day, you understand? Me and him, we get along. Frankly, I think I'm a good influence on him"

"What are you asking me Prince?" Gregory asked, raising a brow and giving Preston an off look, even going as far to use the name the Keepers had taken to calling him when he asked for things.

Preston laughed, "Well, if I promise to keep him in line, can we take a walk out in the yard after breakfast? I promise nothing will happen and if it does, I'll take full responsibility" He offered his 'friend' a smile, placing his hand on the others shoulder.

Gregory mainly wanted money, but not in a bad sort of way. He was the sort of man that sought after things that would give him solidarity in life; good family, good wife, good home, and good money. This job payed well, but not enough to keep up with the bills his two kids raked up. So, surface wise, Gregory appeared shallow, but he was truly a good man.

"I don't really know if I can-"

Preston raised a hand, the one that had previously been feeding him information from the other, and stopped Gregory mid sentence, "My doctor told me there was a new potion coming in with administration, I'm sure if I put in a good word for you I could get you in. Higher pay, better hours. I just need this one favor...I help out you, you help out me?"

Gregory stared at him like most people do when he seems to 'read there minds'. Preston was used to the look and always followed it with the same, uncaring and oblivious smile, "You'd really do that for me Preston?" The Keeper asked after a moment.

"Anything for you Greg, your my friend. I want you to be happy"

"Alright, I'll get Kaiden some time outside as long as you keep an eye on him. Keepers will be around as well, but we will give you two some privacy." Preston's smile grew and he clapped Gregory on the back, laughing happily.
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"Thanks Greg! You really are the best man I know. And don't worry, nothing will go wrong" He grinned, gave a small salute, and turned around. His smile turned devious with his back to the man as he slowly walked away. God, the rush that flew threw him when he was able to do that and with so little sway from his powers. All he needed to know was what the man needed and look what he could accomplish...free time for that damned Wolf.

Preston searched the room, unsurprised that Kaiden had not moved at all during the exchange. His smile grew cocky as he walked towards the other. He attempted to hide his obvious glee as he sat down across from Kaiden, but he was sure the other could sense it.

"So, Kaiden, any plans for today?" He asked, crossing his arms on the table while he made eye contact, cocky smile still firmly in place.

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Yuuki's blush increased as Oscar gazed at her for a moment. She dragged a finger behind her ear taking a few strains of hair with it. He then answered her question. "I had a bit of a hiccup eariler but after being given some medication. I was able to feel better." He said and she smiled. "That is good." She said softly. "How are you?He asked. "All is well, I assume." He said and nodded. "Hai, There is a bird's nest outside of my bedroom window. *Suigoi desu! " She chirped excitedly. "I can hear them singing all the time now. It is so sweet." She swooned a bit and then Riley entered the room. Her eyes were drawn to him in an instant. He was the tall dark and handsome type for sure, his apathy just made her swoon even more. She watched him walk pass Ariella, Gretchen and Henry. They were very sweet childern. She specially loved Henry. He was so sweet and quiet. She would love to take care of him but she wasn't sure Gretchen would like that very much. She pulled her gaze from the others and back to Oscar. "Would you like to see the birds?"
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Isabella finally awoke from her dazed slumber to find herself still in the closet. "Yep, Wonderboy left you in here..."Beatrix groaned. Isabella stood up, her legs jelly as she held on to the wall. She gave herself a moment or two before attempting to move again. She opened the closet door and looked around for any Keepers. When she saw none she adjusted her dress and hair and made her way back toward the cafeteria. Kaleb was still missing which was a little disappointing, she really wanted to thank him however, she noticed a few other faces. Yuki, Oscar, Riley and Ashlynn. She liked Yuki, probably the most sweetest person on the face of the Earth. Beatrix had scratched her once but Yuki never treated Isabella badly. In fact it was as if it had never happened. She wanted to go over there but she didn't. Oscar didn't like her much. Well, them anyway. "Oh, Boo Whoo, Cry me a river..." Beatrix groaned and Isabella turned and found an empty table. She didn't bother retrieving her tray, it was still over with Kaiden. She was not about to go over there.
"Wuss..."

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Out of curiosity, Kaiden glanced towards Preston's table once more to see if his eyes were still on him, yet the young man had disappeared. He didn't bother looking for him, rather, he found himself relaxing in the new silence that had washed over the room with Kalab being present. His attention moved lazily around the room, watching as a few late patients walked in, settling to tables either by themselves, or with other people. He recognized a few of them, yet didn't find himself motivated to speak to any of them or even bother them in the slightest. Raising his arm, he angled his head to look down at his wrist where a black digital watch usually was. However, it seemed that today he had forgotten to put one on. He raised his vision up towards the white analog clock on the white wall, above the white floor, which had white tables on it...He found himself soon rather focusing on how dreary and repetitive the room was rather than what time it was.

The whole place was organized in such a way that nearly made him uncomfortable. There was a schedule everyday, which he was sure some patients enjoyed, yet it nearly suffocated him. He did like order and structure, however doing the same thing everyday and being restricted from certain things put stress on him, a weight on his shoulders. Overall though, it felt just felt more odd and out of place than threatening. He had always been so used to going and doing what he wanted, whenever he wanted. When with his mother in the small house near the forest, he could go out on walks and do what he pleased. But now he was set to something, shackled to a routine that he wouldn't break free of unless they believed that he had been cured, or if he could keep himself active enough to think of new ways to make things interesting and bend the rules a bit. Of course, he wasn't going to let anyone see this small weakness in him. No, if the doctors noticed this, they would focus on that, restricting him even more, gradually taking everything away until he was left in a closed off white room, bringing him food when he got hungry, giving him no ability to do anything. The thought hung onto him tightly, and he was in the grip of his various worries for a moment, until he expelled every thought from his mind.

No, he would be fine. Maybe he could pretend he was getting better and the doctors would let him out sooner. Or better yet, he could instill even more chaos than usual. They might give up on him if he showed no signs of stopping. After all, the medication they tried giving him never did anything to change him. All it did was make him tired. They figured that his treatment was more in training and talking, rather than pills, which encouraged him a bit. He didn't have to take pills like most of the other patients and have himself reduced to a mess that could hardly think straight. Kaiden gazed outside again, his brown eyes following the movements of the snow. Footsteps came near his table, though he didn't bother to look. No one would ever really bother to sit with him. However, the rhythmic sounds stopped, and he found himself looking out of the corner of his eyes. Preston? What was with this guy?

He sat down in front of him. Kaiden narrowed his eyes in slight confusion, and breathed in. He had learned to take in smells and scents a bit more discreetly, after realizing that the act of him sniffing the air seemed oddly animal-esque. It looked like he just sighed deeply. The person across from him smelled sickeningly sweet, obviously happy about something. Unknowingly, he grimaced slightly, though it was more from the scent his emotions gave off, not him alone. Why was he speaking to him? No one ever did. Instantly, he was suspicious of him, curious about what his intentions were.

Kaiden raised a single eyebrow, and interlocked his own hands, resting them on the table leaning forwards a bit.

"Why is that any of your concern?" He asked, and oddly enough, his voice was not full of the usual bitterness it often had, however he sounded genuinely curious.

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Preston raised a brow, leaning back so that he could sit up straight and therefor bring his head higher then the others. It was not surprising that Kaiden had a few animalistic qualities, his mind swarmed with wants that Preston had only ever encountered in predators. So, when the other practically sniffed him, he let it pass with only a small look of annoyance.

He looked down at Kaiden for a moment, then titled his head towards the window. Outside, the sky was light grey and a soft layer on snow was falling to cover the already pure white ground. It was surprisingly beautiful, seeing snow. Preston had been to the mountains in his home town a few times, but he normally lived in fairly warm, sunny climate. Maybe going outside was not just beneficial to the Wolf.

"Why is that any of your concern?" Preston was only mildly surprised that Kaiden had not instantly shoved him off and left, but the other seemed to be slightly interested in him. A wonderful first step.

"None of mine concern really, just trying to do a good thing for a fellow patient" He paused, a smirk sliding across his face as he continued to look out the window.

After a moment he looked back at Kaiden, leaning forward like the other had done moments before, "Do you want to go outside today? I can get us both out, the Keepers will even keep their distance"




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“Tell me another riddle? I’d like to hear one…” Well who was he to deny such a beautiful lady another one of his wonderful poems! He smiled wildly at her, clapping his hands together once again. He mimicked her position and pulled his legs under him, turning his body to face hers while he knelt on the cushiony sofa.

"Another riddle!" Jefferson cried out loudly, then put his hand to his chin as he mimed some 'hard thinking'. He look up, raising his brows before he blinked and snapped his fingers, "Aha! Devin, would ya like to here my favorite riddle? Only person to ever answer it was Alice!" He shifted closer to her, close enough that their knees touched. At the mention of Alice, rather then get sad and lonely as the Hatter usually did, Jefferson wanted to talk about her more. Surprisingly, Devin made him want to open up to her, unlike the majority of the population who deemed him insane and therefor were terrified of him.

"Its a pretty fine riddle, if I do say so myself. Many hand failed and tried to nail it, but I think you are a smart lass" He winked at her and giggled, then stared, awaiting her reply.

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Why did he keep looking out the window? Kaiden's gaze followed wherever Preston's eyes looked, mostly because he was trying to read him to figure out what he was thinking. His attention lead him to the window again, where the wind had calmed down a bit and the snow was just falling on its own accord. He had only been outside just a few days prior, when the weather was quite similar. If it was anything like that day, then he would be fine just going out in what he was wearing now. Sure, the snow was cold, but the air had a certain warmth to it, and he hardly recognized the nippy air either. He often went out in clothing completely unsuited for the weather outside. Sweaters in the summer, short sleeved shirts in the cold rain. The Keepers never cared though, they already thought he was crazy. In fact, no one really cared about what he did, unless in concerned them. The puzzling thing was that Preston was inserting himself into his problems, problems that no one else really bothered with. What was he trying to do? What was he trying to pull?

Kaiden glared at him from the corner of his eye as he spoke again. He was trying to do something, he could tell. The scent of happiness, the smirk that was spread across his face, and the fact that he was even speaking to him. Most patients stayed as far away from him as they could, and he was not used to much conversation. He looked out the window once again, listening to the man's words. A good thing for a, 'fellow patient'? Kaiden smiled to himself, letting out a quiet chuckle. Why wouldn't this guy just go away?

Suddenly, he felt eyes on him, and he turned to look and see that Preston was staring at him once more. He was sitting rather tall, his posture almost perfect, his chin high. As opposed to Kaiden, who was hunched over the table, his hands close towards his body, his black hair crossing his vision. Raising a hand, he brushed away the few strands of his hair, staring firmly at him. He hadn't expected those next words to come out of his mouth. He didn't show his surprise, rather kept his composure, as if the news that had been told to him was nothing of interest. However, his mind was racing. How did he get the privilege to go outside? Obviously he was friends with some of the Keepers, or could easily sway their opinions. How had he known that he felt the urge to leave? And most importantly...why did he want to do this?

Kaiden studied him, withdrawing his body back towards his own seat, crossing his arms, the still fresh blood-stain on his sleeve present once again. While he could tell what people were feeling just by the smell in the air, he could not tell what they were thinking, and this bothered him greatly, especially in the situation that was present now. What was Preston planning on doing once they were outside? This wasn't just some innocent walk in the park. He wanted something, a deal maybe. Or perhaps he was targeting him for something? His head was a sea of thoughts, possible scenarios and ideas about what he could possibly be planning.

However, this was his only way of getting outside, and he said the Keepers would stay away too. He could satisfy the hunger he had been having for awhile, finally spill some blood once again. His enjoyment of the physical and mental pain of others, both human and animal, was almost like an addiction. Kaiden bit his lower lip, his brown eyes darting all over Preston's face, searching for something else behind that smile, something behind his eyes. Thoughts or hidden feelings, something he was hiding, anything. He parted his lips slightly, about to reject his offer until he stopped himself. His urge was too great to resist anything like this. He couldn't wait another four days without going outside again, he would go completely insane.

He gave a small wolfish grin, and suddenly stood up from the table. For a moment, it appeared as if he was about to depart. However, he cast a glance towards the window, and then back down to Preston once more.

"You should keep your distance too." He said quietly, and though it was vague, his words indicated that he accepted his offer. Maybe he'd be able to figure out what this guy was planning once they were outside. Already, he felt odd, feeling a sort of weakness due to having to rely on him and his charisma to get outside. Usually he would have tried to intimidate others to distract the Keepers so he could get through, or sneak out somehow. Not this time though, no...an easier option had been presented to him, and though he was internally scolding himself, he also felt a sort of relief. But then again, that might have been just his Wolf side speaking.

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It was funny, the sight of the Wolf looking at him with such bewilderment and confusion. Stumping the other was an accomplishment in itself, and Preston relished in it. But he wanted more...complete submission, control of this subject. To be able to hold such a powerful creature int he palm of his hand...he gave an involuntary shiver, turning his attention back to Kaiden quickly before the man noticed his lack of focus.

He watched as Kaiden looked towards the window, his eyes revealing his want. While Preston would not describe the feeling that Kaiden was sure to feel as 'happiness' he knew that going outside was sure to change their relationship somehow. Of course, he would never reveal his intentions to the other. That would be suicide, especially with such a dangerous individual. A teacher in Preston's past had someone divulged his secret want from one of the paper he had turned in and the outcome had been rather nasty. Thankfully, the principle was wrapped around Preston's little finger and the teacher had been fired from the school. He knew Kaiden's reaction to Preston's inner thoughts would be...violent, to say the least.

While Kaiden's facial expression remained vacant, Preston could practically hear his mind racing. His wants were wavering, slipping in and out of between the outdoors and other things on his mind. Preston kept his gaze steady and still as the other searched his face, the poker matched between the two revealing nothing. He was sure that the Wolf would cave, knowing that the outdoors would draw him too much. And the snow, Preston was piking up something about the purity of the snow outside that Kaiden was also drawn to. Kaiden's mouth opened a bit as if he was going to speak and Preston waited on batted breath.

The Wolf stood suddenly, Preston's eyes following the others upwards. Damn it, he had mis-judged the other. Preston hated being wrong, straight to the core, and it seemed he had horribly over stepped his ability with this case. He wanted to scream, kick something even, or drag this damn mutt outside by his hair and make him beg for Preston's mercy.If only the damn drugs would escape him, he could make the whole facility bow before him. Preston frowned, placing his hands on the table and digging the tips in to the plastic, trying to control his racing and chaotic mind. He had control, he was control.

'You should keep your distance too."

Preston blinked, his previous strain of thoughts vanishing with a simple sentence. Oh. An affirmative? Preston's frown morphed into a brilliant smile, a laugh slipping from his white teeth at his instant over reaction. Damn, he could tell this was already going to be a fun walk, if they Wolf kept pulling thinks like this. Preston stood, looking down shorter, dark haired man.

"I told the Keepers I would keep an eye on you, thats how we are able to be out there practically on our own. We can go out as long as you don't cause a problem for me. Otherwise-" Preston glanced at the various Keepers scattered around the room, "I know they have orders to not let you out and I don't think that will be changing any time soon. Its your choice, either way I am going out"

Preston looked over at Gregory, giving the man a nod to let him know he planned on going outside. The dark skinned keeper gave him a thumbs up, affirming that they were good to go. Preston turned his attention back to Kaiden, appraising the other as he awaited his reply.




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Jefferson looked around him, in his mind he could practically see the air around them lighten. He blinked, raising his brows in amazement. It almost looked like...no, magic did not exist in this world the way it did in Wonderland. In his world, when you exhaled on a cold night, your breath was not just water vapor, but icy frost that floated with the wind and turned into beautiful snowflakes. The feeling that was surrounding him and Devin was akin to that, but more warming and inviting.

A grin spread across his face, knowing that Devin was truly a special individual to be able to create something like this around them. Only Alice...

"Whats this riddle? She asked him, her eyes burning into his. He stared at her with his mouth open for a moment before he closed it with his own hand, "But...if I get this riddle right, I'd like something from you...". Something from him? A hat perhaps, that was all Jefferson owned that another could possible want. He would give Devin a hat, for sure. He could make her one if he could, but he doubted the Doc would let him have his old Hatting box.

"Somethin' from me? Alright, I agree. I'll give you three guesses, then you must concede" The Hatter held up three fingers and ticked them off one by one, "Alright, here we begin...Tell me Ms. Moore, why is a raven like a writing desk?"

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Kaiden stared at Preston with an expressionless face, even though he was extremely puzzled. Why was he so happy about this? How long had he been planning this for? He was obviously happy that he had been taken up on his offer, though he wasn't sure why. Still wary of him, he found an odd curiosity growing now. Well, he'd find his answers when they got outside, hopefully. Now he not only wanted to go out for his own enjoyment, but also to corner Preston and find out what was going on. This wasn't just a friendly favor or gesture towards a, 'fellow patient', this was something else, and he wouldn't be afraid to interrogate him to get what he wanted.

He looked away as the man spoke again, and merely nodded his head, keeping himself silent. There was no promises that he wasn't going to cause any 'problems' for Preston, however he mostly assumed that if he didn't talk to him too much or bother him, then the guy would be fine. He would just have to look away if he didn't like the sight of tortured animals bleeding on the white snow. Kaiden would be fine with his presence, as long as he didn't say much and didn't cling to him. For a moment, he almost regretted his decision, yet one last look out the window sent him longing for the crisp air even more.

The cafeteria was starting to empty, save for a few people who still had time before their next appointments. His Doctor was probably waiting for him now in the room where they usually spoke, wondering where he was. Would he come looking for him? Most likely, although outside would be the last place he would check, because he still thought that his patient wasn't allowed out there. Hopefully the deal Preston made with his Keeper friend was a good one. His eyes wandered over to the Keeper standing off to the side, the one who had just given them the thumbs-up, and he felt slightly reassured. Everything would be fine.

Looking down the hall towards the double doors at the end, he caught a glimpse of someone leaving through them just then. He scowled slightly, thinking back to how much he knew about certain patient's schedules. Was this the time that Kalab came outside? Hopefully not. He didn't want the highlight of his day to be ruined by him, or anyone else. Tilting his head to look over to Preston, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his black jeans, hunched over in just the slightest.

"Just..." Kaiden started, then stopped himself, starting forward down the hall towards the exit. He let out a quiet sigh, tearing his eyes away from him.

"Just know that I'm not going to let you pull anything on me. I don't think this is just some favor." His voice was sour with suspicion, and he usually would have turned to look him in the eye, almost solidifying the statement, however he didn't much like looking at Preston. He felt too...vulnerable, like the man could take just one glimpse at him and figure out everything about him. It was like he was standing out in the open, in the middle of a room just by himself. It was difficult to describe the feeling. All he knew was that he didn't like looking at him for too long. Slowing his pace slightly, he let Preston take the lead, still a bit anxious about getting outside without any hassle with the Keepers. It would be better to let him think he was in charge for a bit and get them both safely outdoors, before he went off on his own accord.

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Preston raised both brows at the other as Kaiden stared at him, trying to appear non-chalant and inviting. He did not want to scare the poor creature off before he made good use of him, that was for sure. Preston was sure that he could keep the other in line outside, or at least keep the Keepers from becoming involved with whatever Kaiden wanted to do. From what Preston could sense, it involved blood and death.

The cafeteria was almost empty when Preston took a step away from the table, heading towards the exit after Kaiden had lead the way. They entered the hallway and headed towards the double doors that lead to the yard, Kaiden leading the way for the most part. Preston allowed it, following behind the Wolf with a happy smirk until Kaiden stopped, looking back at him. His posture for the most part made him look weak, but Preston knew the destruction that hid behind those eyes.

"Just...Just know that I'm not going to let you pull anything on me. I don't think this is just some favor."

Ah, so the Wolf was wary of Preston's intentions? Not that he was surprised in the least, just...it was so obvious. The guarded expression, his tone, and they way Kaiden avoided eye contact...it was just too much. Why would the other patient not look him in the eye? Preston was used to this from females mostly, but not a male that he considered on par with him. As they began to walk down the corridor, Preston let Kaiden take the lead until the other purposefully dropped a step behind him. The grin that spread across the Princes face was only present for a millisecond, but its maniacal nature let slip how easily Preston could get excited. He was like a god, and it was just too much. Preston lifted a hind to his mouth, pretending to wipe it on his palm but really attempting to hide his expression. One could not explain in words the pure rush he got from this and it was even more exciting with someone that would not go down easily.

Like Cindy, the Wolf would be controlled. He was hoping that he would not grow bored of Kaiden as fast as he did his little 'princess'.

As they neared the end of the hall, Preston nodded at the two guards. They haulted them, each staring at Kaiden like he was a terrifying monster about to break free, "You are letting this one out?" One of them hissed.

Preston sent him a chilling glare, his brows drawn together and his eyes icy, "Is that a problem, Keeper?" He said in a steady but cold voice, glancing over at his shoulder towards the cafeteria, "I can go get Greg and we can see what your orders were..."

The other Keeper shook his head, nudging his buddy to his right, "Its alright, Greg told us to let them through. Apparently the Prince has permission to go out with his...friend"

The malice and hate the Keepers harbored towards Kaiden was a little much, but Preston brushed them aside and held open one of the slightly frosted glass doors, "Shall we then?" He said to Kaiden, offering him the thing he wanted most; freedom, well...if only for a moment.

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Prince?

Kaiden stifled his laughter, pressing his gaze towards Preston, his attention away from the guards. How in the world had he gotten even the guards to call him by that stupid name? The guy must think he was a gift to the world, and apparently the Keepers didn't feel much differently. He must be close to them, but how had he pulled off that? Maybe it was the fact that he didn't seem much too insane like many of the other patients. He never screamed randomly or talked about imaginary fairies or speaking plates, in fact, he seemed to be much like a regular person. Kaiden thought back to his conversations with the Doctors, remembering what the guy's problem was. Wasn't it some inflated ego? Narcissistic personality? Something like that anyways, that's why he called himself 'The Prince'.

He was used to most of the guards acting this way towards him, however, these ones seemed a bit extreme. Did they really hate him that much? He wondered how much accounts of his actions outside spread amongst the employees at this place, how many people have heard of the things he did when he wasn't being watched outdoors. Did they talk about him like he was some sort of monster? At this thought, Kaiden grinned weakly to himself. Maybe some thought that he would never be fixed or 'cured'. Maybe there was still hope that they would give up on him and finally decide that none of the training in the world could ever help him.

A wave of chilled air washed over him as Preston opened one of the doors. He inhaled the crisp air, and stepped past the man to the outdoors. There was a pathway that one could follow, that was covered with only a thin layer of snow, for the staff shoveled it often when needed. Everything else however, was covered in a thick blanket, gleaming from the small amount of sunlight that was able to filter through the grey clouds. The moment he stepped out, his thoughts were cleared from his mind. His worries about what Preston was planning vanished, his suspicion and his worries. In fact, he nearly forgot that the man was even behind him. Kaiden himself was an extreme contrast and perfect blend with the grey and white landscape. His white dress shirt camouflaged with the sky and ground, however his raven hair and black pants stood out. His dark brown eyes moved along the area around him, focusing on the few people that were outside, however they were quite a distance away. He could tell it was some of the group that had been in the cafeteria previously, so instantly turned away from them, facing the opposite direction.

Where would he go first? He thought for a moment, and his mind instantly focused on the small area that he knew of quite far from the path. Yes, there was an old shed near the back that held basic gardening supplies, however they were a bit outdated. Because of this, the place had become a winter home for burrowing animals seeking warmth within the walls. Not only that, but there were many creatures that stayed close to the shed if not in it. Kaiden stepped off the path and into the snow, expecting to fall right through, however it was tightly packed. Enough so that he could step across without sinking in. Every so often though, he stepped forward and it would collapse underneath him, however it only reached up to his ankles.

He didn't even check behind him to see if Preston was following. Inside, he had followed the man and let him lead the way, afraid for himself because of his intentions; however all of that went away out here. The air was very still, yet had certain warmth about it, the only thing chilling him being the few snowflakes that fell onto his face or hands, melting instantly after. In the distance, there was a small building made of old and rotting wooden boards, aged from years of sitting in all types of weather. Kaiden felt as if he could nearly smell the small animals nearby, and without hesitation, started towards the shed. When he was close enough to it that he could touch it just by extending his arm, he did not go in, rather began to kick away some of the snow by the edge. When most of it was gone, and grass was beginning to peek through, he crouched down. There were a few holes in the ground, small and narrow, obviously created by some sort of mouse or vole. They were probably inside, sleeping through the winter peacefully. He didn't even care if Preston was looking or not at what he was doing, and reached his hand inside. Feeling something soft, he grabbed it and pulled it out.

It was a rather small mouse, a bit smaller than the palm of his hand. Taking it by the tail, he stood up to his full height and let it dangle in the air. It was still drowsy, and didn't react much, until he shook his hand violently. Then, it began to flail in the air, stretching out its legs to try and grab onto something, wriggling its tail in order to try and free itself from his grip. It was then that he remembered he didn't have any weapons, much to his disappointment. Kaiden turned towards Preston, grinning slightly.

"Do me a favor, and go find a small stick or something for me."

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Preston allowed Kaiden to enter the snow first, closing the door with a soft glare to the Keepers, letting them know to keep their distance.
By the time Preston had turned around, Kaiden had already taken a few steps off the path into the snow topped grass. He watched the other look around, unsurprised by the animal like movements Kaiden made. The way he sniffed the air and took in his surroundings before making a move, they way he moved across the snow, as if he belonged out here. Preston realized in that moment how insane the Wolf must be cooped up inside the hospital, shoved amongst the lesser patients and Keepers.

Kaiden began to move towards the far end of the lawn where an old dilapidated shack stood. Preston stayed where he was on the cleared concrete, watching his breath puff from his mouth like smoke. It was...slightly cold out here. Preston only wore light khaki jeans and a maroon shirt, he could already feel the goosebumps forming on his arms. He watched Kaiden move through the snow, seeming to not even notice the cold underfoot and in the air. With a frown, Preston blew some hot air into his hands and shoved them in his front pockets, then trudged off after the other.

Kaiden did not turn to see if Preston had followed, seemingly lost in his own world out here. He payed that no made, content to simply walk behind the other for the time being. He was interested in what Kaiden would do, relished in the surprise the other brought him. On a whim, Preston shut his mind down to the other, severing the connection he normally had with people around him. No longer did the steady stream of wants and hates penetrate Preston's thoughts. He was soothing in a way, but it also made him extremely vulnerable. As they trudged through the snow, Preston caught the mind-stream of a few others patients a few yards away. He glanced towards the group, sending them a bland look. He was not interested in the other maggots of the hospital and with that he turned back to Kaiden.

They had reached the rotting shed and Kaiden seemed to know exactly what he wanted. Preston stood behind him as the Wolf dug into the ground near the base of the rotting wood. He watched with mild interest as Kaiden kneeled down next to the side and stuck his hand down a narrow hole that Preston had not even noticed. He raised a brow in interest, taking a step to the side to get a better view of what Kaiden would pull out.

Something came out along with the others hand. Preston took another step closer, both brows raising at the sight of a sleepy looking mouse dangling by its tail. He opened his mouth to tell Kaiden he should drop it, but silenced himself before he made a noise. Preston glanced towards the main building, seeing two guards near the doors but otherwise the yard was clear.

Turning back to Kaiden, Preston noticed that the mouse had awoken and was now trying to escape its fate, frantically wriggling and squeaking. He watched the poor thing for a moment, his mind slipping back to his time with Cindy. She had been found of vermin, especially vermin and during their time on the run she had seemed to....collect the things. The sticking rats and mice collected to her like she was a full trashcan. Cindy would have cried out if she could see what Kaiden was doing, she would have ripped the poor mouse from his terrible hands. Preston almost reached out to yank it away, so captivated by the little thing...

He pulled his outstretched hand backwards, glaring at Kaiden for the first time. He looked away towards the fence that surrounded them, composing himself before once again looking at the Wolf.

"Do me a favor, and go find a small stick or something for me."

"You need a stick?" He asked humorously, a silent joke hidden in their somewhere. Preston almost commented on the hilarity of his Wolf asking for a stick...but decided that he would rather not feel Kaidens wrath today. He searched the ground around them, spotting a small branch a few feet away and breaking off a piece. Preston stepped back to his spot near Kaiden and knelt down next to him, gingerly handing the stick to the other. His eyes went back to the writhing mouse, unable to look away as it fought for its escape. So...weak. So controllable. Kaiden literally held that things life its his hands... it was kind of beautiful.




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"Glad that you like my answer...so, you'll give me half of what I wanted. Hmm.."
Jefferson nodded, intrigued to know what she would want. A hat, a book, some tea..maybe another riddle! He followed her gaze over to the Keepers, raising a brow at there lack in interest. He had been loud a moment ago, he was sure of it, but it did not seem to faze them. Truly, these Keepers were much to comfortable with his nature....or maybe they had just accepted it.

He turned his head back to Devin to see her staring at him strangely, a twinkly in her eyes that he was not sure about. He watched as her hand touched his shoulder and leaned back a little, but then decided it was okay.
"Devin, whats all this about-" He started, but his voice began to trail off as she leaned towards him. He stared at her with wide eyes and parted lips, very very confused at her actions. Was there something on his face? What was she doing?

"You said half.."She whispered, and he frowned. Well, yes, yes he did. But half of what?

Jefferson opened his mouth to ask just that, when the girl pressed her lips near the corner of his mouth. Jefferson froze instantly, staring past the other to the wall beyond. He stared at stared and stared and stared...until the green wallpaper morphed into purple and green stripes and clocks appeared everywhere and there were hats. Glorious hats, crazy hats, blue hats, yellow hats, feathered hats, velvet hats, hats made for grand folk....folk of Wonderland. He was suddenly at the tea shop in Wonderland and he knew he was amongst friends.

Alice stepped into his view, her hair in soft bright blonde curls. She wore her normal victorian era baby blue dress, her feet bare as was the custom in Wonderland. She smiled at him, but then instantly frowned up at him with that quizzical look that she always had. "Hatty? Whats wrong?" She asked, her young sing-song like voice floating up to his ears soothingly.

He stared at her, blinked, and opened his mouth, "Well, I believe I was just kissed" He did not have relations in Wonderland, only his friends. Only Alice and March.

Alice smiled and let out a giggle, covering her mouth with her tiny hinds, "Oh Hatty....go back to her. You look silly" And with that he was sucked from the room like a straw.


Jefferson blinked, his eyes focusing on Devin. He stared at her, unsure of what to say. He was sure that when he spoke to Alice, he had spoken out loud in this world and Wonderland. So Devin must have heard...

A blush spread across his face and he to averted his gaze, untangling his legs to sit normally on the couch. He leaned forward, putting his forehead into his hands to hide his twitching eyes from the girl next to him. His hands shook as well, but pressing them to something made them appear somewhat still.

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Kaiden held out his hand, gripping onto the branch blindly, his eyes still focused on the writhing mouse. He lowered the creature slightly, and waved the stick towards it. The mouse’s tiny claws struggled to grasp onto the bark, and for a moment, it seemed to relax now that it was holding onto something. He quickly yanked it away once again, and the animal fell back into its initial struggle. While this was happening, it didn’t even feel like he was outside of the building that usually kept him imprisoned. It didn’t feel like this was one of the last times he’d be outside until the rest of his ban from the outdoors was finished. It felt like he was back on the farm he had been for the later parts of his life, free to go where he wanted. Of course, he had bigger animals to play with and more resources too. But, he had to be adaptable and work with what he had.

Having paused for a few seconds, he suddenly came back to reality. Kaiden stood up, and at this, the animal seemed to panic even further, still not giving up in its struggle. Its beady eyes darted around the environment, while high-pitched squeaks pierced the silent atmosphere. From there, he loosened his grip on the tail, and then completely dropped it. The prey fell to the ground, hitting the tightly-packed snow with a quiet ‘thunk’. Stunned, it didn’t move for a moment, just laid on the ground completely motionless. Before it could regain awareness and scamper away, he pressed his foot down on its tail, keeping it trapped on the ground in place. It erupted into even more panicked movements, trying to skitter away.

Kaiden brought his other hand towards the branch, reminded of back to the time when he had done a very similar thing, except with a more reliable weapon. The animal was so fragile, so vulnerable. Out of curiosity, he crouched down again, reaching out a hand and gently pressing it against the creature’s body. If one were to put enough pressure on it, they could easily kill it. He could just grab it in his hand if he wanted to, and crush it between his fingers. It would be so easy. However, he withdrew his arm, but stayed in the crouching position as eyes wandered to the bottom of the stick. When Preston had torn it away from the branch, it had broken off in an odd way, leaving a sharp and jagged edge at one end. Out of the corner of his eyes, he looked beside him at Preston, holding the stick with one hand. Just having someone witness to what he was about to do made it even more exciting. It was almost like the girl on the path, when he forced her to watch him kill the dog. It was probably one of the most exhilarating moments of his life. Except this time, he didn’t have to nearly restrain the other person to watch.

Without any warning whatsoever, he violently brought the sharp end of the stick down onto the creature. There was nearly no resistance at all, however upon impact, blood splattered upwards towards his face, and out across the snow. He must have hit some vital area. Kaiden raised his free hand to wipe away the few drops on his face, yet only succeeded in smearing it across his cheek. He pulled his foot away from the mouse’s tail, having it pinned to the ground with the stick. And then he noticed it. It was still moving, just in the slightest.

Kaiden let out a burst of laughter, as if someone had just told him a joke. However the funny thing to him was that the animal was still struggling away, trying to move its body from its placement, although it was completely impossible. What a stubborn creature, still clawing at the air, letting out a weakened squeak every few seconds. A bright smile suddenly spread across his face as he watched.

“It’s still alive.” He mumbled quietly in the midst of his laughter, though he was speaking more to himself rather than Preston. He wrenched the branch suddenly, twisting it even further into the animal’s tiny body, and then pulled it out. The snow around it was stained with red, spreading out in vein-like patterns. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. He stared down at his prey, his laughter and smile subsiding as he admired his work.

“You know...” Kaiden started, reaching a hand towards the mouse. He gingerly slid his hand underneath, cupping it and a small handful of red snow in his hand. Raising it towards himself, he dropped his weapon and used that hand to gently stroke the torn torso of the still-breathing animal.

“Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to kill a person. Or at least bring someone near to death...I just want to know how different it would feel.” He cast a dangerous glance towards Preston, a small smirk across his dry lips.

“Don’t you?”

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Preston could not remove his gaze from the rodent. It cried out, squirmed, and writhed in Kaiden's grasp, desperate to escape its impending doom. It was cruel, the way Kaiden offered it safety and then pulled the stick away. Preston was almost sick as he watched the mouse...the thing that Cindy had loved so much.

He swiveled his head up to follow Kaiden as he stood, remaining in a crouched position but watching the Wolf toy with the small creature. The cries for help the mouse made made Preston cringe, but he did not move. The reason he was so interested in Kaiden for his wild nature and just like wild animal Preston had to allow him his thing. But..unlike a Wolf, Kaiden enjoyed the creatures pain, rather then just killing it for food. It was sicking....but also amazing and captivating, in a way Preston knew not how to describe. So Preston remained where he was, simply observing.

When Kaiden dropped the mouse, Preston stared at it, only a foot away, and watched as it slowly became aware once again. Preston actually reached out a hand to it, not even sure why, but pulled it back when Kaiden place his boot on the tail. He held his hands to his chest and watched with slightly wide eyes as Kaiden sunk the stick into the creatures body. The sickening sound that was made and the horrible pain the creature released sent a sharp pain through Preston's skull. He would feel the creatures agony and its want to survive. It clung to life with its tiny paws, trying its hardest to escape the death that soon followed. It was enough to almost make Preston sick, he had never truly watched something die before. He had come close with Cindy, but he had always stopped before he hurt her too much. He had felt her desire to live, but now...the instincts of this animal was the purest desire he has ever felt. It was its inner mind, its whole brain, its whole being, [i[screaming[/i] for Preston's attention.

He would not save it though. This was Kaiden's kill and as much as the little rodent drew him in...he wanted to deny it. No where was it written that Preston had to grant everyone happiness and he often chose not to. With this mouse, it was almost a relief to not grant it life. The pure wanting...he could choose. Preston felt like a god at that moment, reveling in his power over life and death.

Kaiden let out a burst of laughter, startling Preston out of his thoughts. The Wolfs happiness rolled off him in waves, forcing a grin to Preston's face as well. By denying the rodent life, he has also given the Wolf a moment of true happiness.

“It’s still alive.” Kaiden spoke as he wrenched the branch from the rodent, “You know... Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to kill a person. Or at least bring someone near to death...I just want to know how different it would feel.” Preston watched as Kaiden picked up the almost dead thing and began to pet it. His eyes were focused on the mouse before the flicked them up to meet Kaiden's.

“Don’t you?”

Preston stared into the Wolfs eyes, deciphering what he had just said. Yes, he wanted to say. Yes, he wanted to feel in complete control over another's life. He had, once before, but she had been taken from him. But...he would have saved that mouse if Kaiden had not been here. Preston was not a killer, even if he had caused Cindy's hospitalization and coma. He had never truly hurt someone just for the purpose of hurting, it had always been to teach a lesson. Someone like Kaiden could though, but with Preston's power and awareness of others joy...

"I've done that" He turned his eyes down to the mouse, the back up to Kaiden, "Not death, but I have hurt another human. Its amazing, I'm surprised you haven't tried. She screamed for me to stop and I only did until I knew she truly wanted it. You would...you would enjoy it"