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Tomas Jones.

"Things are okay today, but what about tomorrow?"

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a character in “The Wayward”, as played by Blood-Soaked Warrior

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Tomas Jones
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“Things are okay today, but what about tomorrow?”




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Full Name: Tomas Jones.
Nickname(s):Jr, Tommy, Tom, Brat
Age: Fifteen and a half (November 12th)
Male/Female: Male
Ethnicity/Race: White, slight American Indian
Orientation: Straight
Ideal Partner: Someone who always speaks quietly and sweetly to him



Disorder

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"Please don't make fun of me.. ”

Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD):
Unlike a phobia, where your fear connects to a specific thing or situation, anxiety of generalized anxiety disorder (GAD) is diffused—a general feeling of dread or unease that colors his whole life grey. This anxiety is less intense than a panic attack, yet longer lasting. At times though, when it gets extreme, it leaves him crying and screaming that he "doesn't know what to do", or asking for the people to "Make the voices stop." Needs to be kept on constant medication.






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Doctor's Notes: Patient: #5399 Jones, Tomas

Personality:
Tomas seems to be a very calm and understanding young man, yet he gets very anxious when people talk loudly or about him. He's disturbed by every little noise, so we have to keep him in rooms with very few windows. He's distant towards all the doctors. Tomas takes everything we mention too seriously, and gets frightened easily when we start talking about medication and surgery. He's shown to act very negatively towards most patients. He believes that he himself can walk out of here any time he wants, and has attempted escape.

Likes:
-Soft beds
-Sleeping
-Calming music
-Talking to friends
-Hearing people sing

Dislikes:
-People getting too close
-Hard foods
-Sudden/Loud noises
-Sudden/Loud movements
-Going outside
-"The fairies"

Habits:
-Whispering instead of talking
-Pulling hair out
-Stuttering
-Squinting

Skills:
-Heightened hearing ability(Believes he can hear things that no one else can.)






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Voice recording of Tomas Jones

By request, both me and Tomas spoke barely over a whisper through the entire recording.
"Tomas, We'd like to hear your story again."
"Again?"
"Again."
"Alright but.. this is the last time." He paused to think. " I've... I've lived with my father ever since I was little. Mother died of brain cancer when I was t-two, I think, so I never really.. knew her that well.. I uh, me and my father. W-we were kinda close but.. not really.. He hated how weak I was.. "
"Was he abusive?"
"No... He didn't hit me or anything. But he was mean... a lot... Wh-when I was little, he wanted me to play baseball and soccer, but every time I got out on the field, I felt nervous.... I wouldn't move. I ended up breaking a lot of bones back then, and got kicked out of a lot of sports.. I think he hated me... He called me names all the time. Pathetic. Small. Sensitive little shit...but, o-one day, my dad made me get a check up with the doctors."
"And why did he do that?"
"Because I got hit by a car. I was riding my bike and.. didn't see it coming. Next thing I knew; Bam. My blood all over the concrete. He thought I was dead, until I groaned. Right after that I told my dad my ears hurt.. I told him I couldn't hear him... He actually seemed worried about me that time. He was almost in tears, really.. He sent me to the Emergency room, to see if I had broken any bones. I did, actually. My left arm. My skull was hit pretty hard, but there weren't any cracks.. But my ears. My ears were so done for. They told me I would never hear again.."
"And Tomas, how could they tell you if you couldn't even hear?"
"That's just it; I could hear. I could hear perfectly fine...! In fact, even better than before.." Tomas gave me a cackle and an actual smile. " I heard the doctors voices as clear as day, and, I heard the nurses impatient shuffling outside of the door. I heard the tapping of my father's foot, outside of the whole building, and I.. I told them I could. I-I told them I could hear them, but they didn't believe me. So I told them I could hear my father's tapping foot, but they told me I was.. lying. L-Lying about hearing."
"And were you?"
"I can hear you now, can't I? But no, for some reason he still didn't believe me... So, I told the d-doctor that, I could hear his wife pressing the dial button on her phone. She was calling to tell him about her sister, who had just given birth. He didn't believe me, until a little buzzing noise came out of his back pocket... He, He looked at me like he saw a ghost. Immediately, He ordered security to put me here... in this place. They dragged me out of the doctors office, and into the back of a van. I yelled for my father, but he didn't come. My father stood watching them put me away in the back of a van. I think I saw him smile.. I yelled and yelled until my ears bled from such noise, b-but he still didn't come..."
"So do you hate your father?"
"No, I love my father very much... but I want my revenge. I don't forgive him, and I don't forgive you either. You don't believe me. You think I'm lying." Tomas's voice raised a bit. " And, I know you think I'm just as crazy as the other people here, but I'm not! E-Everyone here thinks i'm so small... so.. so weak, defenseless.... I know you do!" Tomas huffed and closed his eyes one last time. " ....But my mother, she forgives you. My mother thinks you're all right about me..."
"....Tomas, your mother's dead. She couldn't have spoken to you."
"Just because someone's dead doesn't mean you can't hear them. You've heard Elvis Presley before, haven't you? So why is my mother any different? But it's not just my mother I can hear now. No, I can also hear the fairies.."
"The fairies, Tomas?"
"Yes, the fairies.. they're.. they're like little angels.. I've never actually seen them of course, b-but their voices.. their voices are like violins to my ears. They talk so sweetly to me, calling me their sweet little tom. Yet they c-confuse me, ask me if I've talked to King Arthur recently. I tell them no, because I don't even know who that is. Now, they haven't been so kind. They say things like, "Have thou been swallowed by a fish, Tom? Thou been caught in thy's kinsman's dinner? Thou's been an unfortunate dwarf now.. hasn't thee?'"
"...Alright Tomas, that'll be enough for today. We'll do this again some other time. "




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Tomas Jones.'s Story

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"Tomas. If you admit that the fairies aren't real, you can go home right now. You can go back to living a completely normal life with your father..." Dr. Douglas murmured. He leaned in a little more, and whispered, "Don't you want that..?" to Tomas, but the boy refused to respond. Tomas stayed laying on his back staring upwards, huffing. Dr. Douglas sighed too, knowing that he wasn't going to get through to the boy. The man gave up for today and began packing up his equipment, but before the Doctor got up, he handed the boy a new medication. "Take it, Tomas." Douglas ordered, his voice barely over a whisper. Tomas turned his head and stared at the container for a moment, before reaching out and taking it. Dr. Douglas half-smiled, picked up his medical bag, and made his way towards the door. He knocked, and left. Tomas was now alone with his new medication.

Tomas waited a moment before sitting up and taking a better look at his medication. In his palms he turned it, reading the side of the bottle from left to right. Anti-psychotic's. 320 ct. WARNING: ONLY SWALLOW TWO A DAY. It must have been a strong very strong type. The boy's lips tugged to one side of the face before he flipped the bottle over and began trying to unscrew it. It was child proof, obviously. But it came off in a snap. The small bottle tipped over in his hand and poured out about five blueish pills. Tomas scraped the extra three back into the bottle, closed it tight and shoved it down into his pocket right pocket. Tomas reached down for his extra water bottle down by his feet, and grabbed it. Right as he popped the pills into his mouth and drank 1/4's of the bottle, one of the 'escorts' stepped in. "It's time to go to breakfast, Tomas." He ordered. Tomas nodded and put in his ear plugs and without hesitation, he followed the escort down to the cafeteria.




Tomas sat down at an unoccupied table at the edge of the cafeteria. He didn't grab much to eat that day, for some reason. He only had an Apple and a glass of chocolate milk. Perhaps the medicine did that, Tomas wondered, starting to grow concerned. What if the medicine wasn't what it said it was? Could he have been poisoned..? No, of course not. If he had been poisoned, Dr. Douglas would be held responsible... But still, the threat of being poisoned kept Tomas from eating so much of his breakfast. Instead, he finished his milk and pushed away his small tray. Tomas folded his arms and rested his head upon them, glancing around the whole cafeteria. The whole place seemed so noisy from his perspective, but luckily he had his ear plugs in, which kept most of the noise out. Well, from the people anyway.

"Hello Tom." an angelic voice purred. Tom remained silent.

"Tom? Can thou hear me?" Still no response. The voice grew deeper, yet quieter. "I know thee can still hear I, Tom." "Please.. Go away.." Tomas mumbled into his sleeve. God, did he wish that the medicine would start working already. "Thou hast to return to King Arthur.. The king wishes to see thee." The voice faded the more it spoke. But the more Tomas tried to ignore it, the more the fairy spoke. Tomas reached down into his pocket and felt the cap of a bottle. Before popping another few pills into his mouth, he looked around for any security or other patients. Then he lowered his head and chugged down a couple more pills. Quickly raising his head again and closing the cap, he acted as if nothing else happened. He closed the bottle and hid it back into his pocket. No one knew, no one saw, and no one made a noise. Tomas folded his arms again and buried his cheeks into his arms.

Tomas began to make plans. Maybe during the next meeting with his doctor, he'd ask if he could borrow one of those.. "Arthur" books. Knights of the round table or something, right? Perhaps the key to his freedom rested between the pages of Medieval fantasy. Because perhaps.. perhaps his illness is like a riddle. Perhaps everyone's illness is a riddle, and they can only be cured by something so simple, something no one would have ever thought of before until it's solved. Riddles can only be answered by the people who know the answer, or unless you're clever. If you have none of those, then it is impossible..

But, maybe, just maybe, a riddle can solve it's self?



Tomas sat in deep thought for a long time, in the cafeteria. He had actually been one of the first people to awaken and came just as the time for it to open began. Slowly, the patients began coming in one by one. Some he recognized, some he had never seen before. Then, all at once, a large number of patients came pouring in. Tomas adjusted his spot on the table to where he was sitting on the edge, the farthest away from the opening. A few of the patients came and sat down at his table with their meals, yet didn't say a word as the chugged it down. Tomas stared at one of their plates for a long time, until a large blood of red was caught in the side of his eye.

It was Ariella. Even from his far off spot in the cafeteria, he could tell. No one had as reddish hair as she did. Tomas watched the beauty join line for her meal. For a while, Tomas sat in his spot, debating whether or not he should get up and say Hi to her. But then his nervous conscious kicked in. It told him how much of a shy guy he is, and the high possibility of making a fool of him self in front of not only Ariella, but the whole ward as well.. As always, his anxiety won and Tomas remained sulking in the corner. He sighed, leaned back into his chair, and waited until it was time to leave.


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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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Tomas continued to sit almost absolutely still, listening to the voices of people around him intently. God.. Even though socializing is a normal human thing, but maybe everyone could just do it just a little quieter? This is a Teens's mental hospital, not a School. Even if people weren't talking to others and just themselves, really.. So much noise, so much interaction... He was almost getting jealous. It'll all be over soon.. Tomas thought to himself, shaking his head and letting out a gentle huff. As long as he kept to good behavior and kept his medication close, he knew he'd be out of here in at least a year... Well, he hoped. All he had to do was lie, right? Lie about the fairies, say they aren't real, and poof; freedom. It was his best plan, however, it was also his last plan. And if that failed, he'd be in here forever..

"Want to sit with me and Tomas?" A familiar voice asked. Tomas shook out of daydreaming flinched away, almost enough to make him fall out of his chair. God, I could have had a heart attack.. Tomas looked up to the owner of the voice, Ariella. He shook away his negative thoughts and put on a faint smile. He pulled his hands off the table and neatly folded them into his lap. Trying to look a little proper for was a subconscious decision for Tomas, if not something he does automatically. (Well, at least when ever Ariella's near by.)

"Uh... Y-yeah, sure." He responded, glancing at Kalab for a moment then back to Ariella. Tomas took a mental note that they both seemed like their regular self today. That's good, he thought to himself. I don't have to worry about upsetting Ariella then.. or, perhaps I still do. She has triggers, doesn't she? What were the again..? Oh god.. I've forgot. Hell, what if I accidentally set her off? Will she try to kill me..? Tomas bit his lip and looked off towards the right. God.. I'll just have to be really careful then.

"Oh no, it's no problem at all.. Really. My doctor keeps saying I need to socialize more anyway.." Tomas chuckled, staring down at her plate. He still didn't seem hungry right now, but something about looking down at her food made him wish he was. God, did everything she did made him feel envious, didn't it? Or, that's just how it felt.. Perhaps everything someone does that he can't makes him envious, whoever it is..

Though she had just gotten to the table and barely had time to take a bite, Tomas thought it was time to make some small talk with her. He swallowed the lump in his neck and started off with, "So, ah, you look really nice today Ariella.. "he glanced at her red locks, "Did you do something new to your hair?"


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Kalab shook his head in approval to Ariella. He sat his pate down and didn't say a word. He liked letting Tomas talk first. He always said curious things when he was nervous, and he was usually always nervous with Arrielle around. He acknowledged Ariella first, which Kalab didn't care about, but he had plans to talk about so he waited for Ariella to respond to Thomas and then began his spull. He whispered, not because Tomas didn't like it, but because that's how he was when he was being sneaky. "Okay guy," He said while he ate an apple he ate some pop-tarts, "I have a plan. The best plan in the world. I hate it when slimy guys like that mess with my friends. So I'm going to get him fired. Hehehe. Boy is it going to make me legendary. Post, king saves friends from bad guy. Hehe. You guys think of an Idea. I'll recruit more warrior. Hehe."
Kallab went over to Isabella's table. Izzy......No. Good morning Beatrix. Fine weather today huh. This is my first time seeing snow." Beatrix and Kalab had love hat relationship. She was his friend but she wasn't his. He never felt that she liked him much but then again, he didn't really care. "Listen. I have a plan to get that man fired. I hate when people think that just because we have things that they don't that they can take advantage of it. I know you want to see what I have in store for him. So what do ya say? You in....Or are you out?" He put a wide smile on his face.

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Ariella smiled at Tomas and grabbed a strawberry from her bowl. “Thanks,” she let out a small laugh. “And now you can brag to your doctor that you practiced talking with two of the most talkative people here,” she pointed to herself and Kalab who had just sat down. Tomas seemed to be a little nervous—then again, he usually was—but it made Ariella pause for a moment. Maybe they should have just sat somewhere else?

She was about to offer to move when she noticed that he was staring at her strawberries. Oh, he might just be hungry but not wanting to bother with the line. Ariella pushed the bowl closer to Tomas. “You want some? They’re fresh.” She studied the piece of fruit in her hand. Well, hopefully they were. She picked up her cup and started to have a drink of orange juice.

"So, ah, you look really nice today Ariella...” Ariella nearly spit out her drink. She coughed a little and looked up at Tomas in shock. Where in the world did that come from? “Did you do something new to your hair?" She pulled a strand of her hair around and looked at it for a moment before realizing the difference. Ariella giggled.

“Well, I usually don’t actually get dressed until lunch. And I don’t bother brushing my hair until then, either.” She twirled the hair around a finger. “So generally I still have bed head at breakfast.” So people actually noticed if she didn’t fix her hair… Ariella made a mental note to start getting ready for the day before breakfast from then on.

She grinned at Kalab as he started talking. ”I have a plan.” That was all she needed to hear. Anytime he had a plan, it was going to be a fun day. “I’m in with whatever,” she smiled. ”You guys think of an idea. I'll recruit more warriors.” Ariella frowned slightly as he ran off. Wait a second. She turned to Tomas. “Did he just put us in charge of deciding what to do?” Ariella giggled and shook her head. “This could take a little while.”

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Tomas's idiotic smile quickly disappeared after her giggle. I just screwed up big time. He realized. Where did that even come from? Tomas averted his eyes away from her and faked a cough into a fist. He listened to her explaining how it was only bed hair with a fist over his mouth, almost to prevent himself from saying anything else 'offensive'. Really Tomas? You could have at least saved that until later. He thought to himself. But she doesn't seemed bothered by it. Maybe she took it as a compliment? Well, if she did than I'm still good. Just try not to make such stupid compliments, Tomas. He ordered himself, crossing his arms on the table.

Tomas's gaze changed to Kolab as he began to speak. ”I have a plan.” Oh god, Tomas began to panic inside. He's gonna try to get us all in trouble. Well, no way am I gonna be a part of any plan of his.. Until Ariella popped in. “I’m in with whatever,” Tomas glanced at her for a moment, than back to Kolab as he continued. Really? He complained mentally, knitting his eyebrows together physically. ”You guys think of an idea. I'll recruit more warriors.” Ah, so he didn't have anything planned yet.. Well, maybe he did. The mention of warriors made Tomas a little more uneasy. He watched Kalab wonder off to another at table, and redirected his gaze to Ariella as she began speaking.

“Did he just put us in charge of deciding what to do?” Ariella giggled. Tomas regained his smile for a moment, trying to keep himself from giggling too. But his smile was lost again as he was trying to be a little more serious about it. Oh god. Did she really want to go through with this?Tomas really didn't want to see Ariella getting in trouble for something that could have been completely avoidable. Tomas began trying to talk her out of it, saying, "I hope not.. I really don't want to be a part of anything that involves getting us in trouble.." Tomas sighed, took a glimpse at Kalab and readjusted his seating. "Who knows what they'll do to us if they see patients running amok in the halls, taking down 'innocent' doctors and nurses.." Tomas lowered and turned his head to the right so he could reach a spot on his head. He scratched it with his left hand for a second, than put it back down over his other hand.

"...Still, I don't think we'll be getting out of this easily.. But maybe uh, just something small..? Just a small prank?" He suggested, uncertainty lingering even after his words ended. Tomas really didn't want to get in trouble now, because then there would be no chance of leaving this place any time soon. Although, a part of him really didn't want to disappoint Ariella.. Tough decisions, they were. Spend another year in a mental institute, or disappoint your dearly beloved?

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"I hope not.. I really don't want to be a part of anything that involves getting us in trouble.." Ariella looked over at Tomas. He didn’t look too happy with Kalab’s idea. Well, that was no big surprise given the fact that he worried about everything. "Who knows what they'll do to us if they see patients running amok in the halls, taking down 'innocent' doctors and nurses.." Ariella pouted playfully.

“But it would be so much fun! We haven’t had any real excitement for a while now,” She was about to go on, but abruptly cut herself off. This was Tomas she was talking to. This plan of Kalab’s would probably be completely out of his comfort zone. Ariella gave him a small smile. “Sorry, I tend to get a little carried away when talking with Kalab.” She shrugged. “Besides, I don’t think it would get very violent... Unless Kaiden and Beatrix decided to join,” Ariella shuddered slightly. “But they probably would consider this plan childish and stupid.” Lucky for everyone else involved.

Ariella took another strawberry and chewed thoughtfully. There was probably no way that Tomas would even consider this. Kalab must have just been so excited with his proposal that he forgot how timid Tomas was. "...Still, I don't think we'll be getting out of this easily.. But maybe uh, just something small..? Just a small prank?" Again, she was shocked at what Tomas was saying. He was really trying here.

“Who are you, and what have you done with the real Tomas?” Ariella grinned to show she was joking. She didn’t want to accidently offend him. “But you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Ariella set her hands on the table. “This isn’t exactly something you’d think about doing on a normal day.” She watched Kalab leave the cafeteria, trying to gather more recruits, and giggled. He could have a hard time finding anyone willing depending on how everyone’s days were going. Ariella pushed her empty bowl aside and smiled at Tomas. “Ready to see Kalab's success rate so far, or would you rather stay here?"

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"Well. One of the Keepers were picking on my dear friend and loyal subject, Princess Izzy. Now before he gets to the other Princesses. We as nights of the table," He said this putting his hand on the small table he just stood on, "Must protect the princesses by getting rid of him in a comical manner. One that deserves to be called an action by the king." He stopped there being interrupted by the nurse. "Hey don't touch princess Devin. You horrible fiend." He said taking the spoon off the tray. "Don't make me use this lady. Did you here what happened to the other nurse. Did you. Did you." He smiling while waving the spoon in the nurses face.
"Give me that."The nurse said while snatching the spoon from him. I'm leaving. Dang. They should keep you in a patted room." Kalab then proceeded to bending over and shaking his but. "Fart Fart. Fart on the nurse lady." He then Adjusted himself and turn back to Devin and Jeff. "Anywho. As I was saying. Oh yeah. The royal black knight might join too. I basically just called him out. Hehhehe. Sure he could refuse but that would mean that he's chicken, hahaha. I don't have a plan yet but I'll tell you when I see you next. Whether it be before or after lunch. " Saying that, Kalab went back to his seat.

"Guess who's back gang. It's me. The king of the fairies. King Kalab. Please hold your applause for later."
"Kalab. Kalab look." Tink said softly in his ear. She was pointing to the fairy that followed Thomas around. It looked sick.
"Hey Tommy. What's wrong with your fairy." He asked. "It looks like it's sick or something. I should know too. I am king of the Fairies after all." He said with a concerned look on his face.

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“But it would be so much fun! We haven’t had any real excitement for a while now,” Ariella paused just before Tomas thought she was going to get loud. He tensed up a little, worried that she might have been upset. “Sorry, I tend to get a little carried away when talking with Kalab..Besides, I don’t think it would get very violent... Unless Kaiden and Beatrix decided to join.” Whoa. What was with the sudden mention of those two? God, if those little psychopath got involved, than this was sure to be like some kind of riot. Everyone involved with them would surely be put in a white padded room.. “But they probably would consider this plan childish and stupid.” No, no of course they weren't going to be involved.. Ariella was right. They hated people like Kalab, Ariella and Tomas. Why in the world would they join with them? Tomas immediately counted them out of this little plan.

“Who are you, and what have you done with the real Tomas?” The boy chewed on his cheek and let his lips spread. It did seem a little out of his league to suggest that, didn't it? But as he thought about it a little more, he began to feel a little more comfortable with the idea himself. Just a little. Yes, he understood that if they got caught, they would be stuck here with all the crazies for another eternity. They would probably even have more keepers and guards watching them. But if they didn't.. God did it sound fun. But did Tomas really have the courage to do it?

“But you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,This isn't exactly something you’d think about doing on a normal day.” Ariella commented, while Tomas lightly shook his head. "Well if.. if you're going along with it, I guess it wouldn't hurt if.. I-If I went along with it too.. " He stuttered, raising his left arm off of the table to rub the back of his neck. God, All he could think about was all the possible ways this plan could fail... What if they did get caught? What if they never got to see the light of day again? Tomas doubted Kalab would be able to get them out of this, and doubted Ariella's trust in him as well. Still,

“Ready to see Kalab's success rate so far, or would you rather stay here?" Tomas was about to respond with a yes, he'd rather go with her than stay here alone. But before he could answer, Kalab was back. "Guess who's back gang. It's me. The king of the fairies. King Kalab. Please hold your applause for later." Tomas flinched and frowned at the guy for a moment, yet went back to a neutral expression as he ended his sentence. "Hi Kalab.." Tomas gave his a small wave.

"Hey Tommy. What's wrong with your fairy?" Kalab asked. Tomas froze and blinked a few times, obviously surprised at his little question. "My fairy..?" He mumbled, arching his eyebrows. "It looks like it's sick or something... I should know too. I am king of the Fairies after all." Tomas looked away from kalab and glimpsed at every guard/keeper in the room before even considering to answer that question. "I-I don't know what you're talking about.." Tomas mumbled again, scratching his nose nervously. He hoped that his lie would go by unnoticed, but with Kalab it might not. "I don't have a fairy, Kalab.. They don't even exist..."

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Kalab was appalled. No. Mortified. No. Angry. Yes he didn't like the fairies he ruled over going through such things. "I don't have a fairy, Kalab.. They don't even exist..." This almost set him off he had to get out of his chair and punch the walls. Hard enough to tear of some skin. The keepers started walking towards him. He turned around ready to fight but Tink stopped him. "No Kalab. Remember the plan. We can't avenge Princess Izzy in a holding room." She spoke softly. He nodded as he tried to get his face together.
"Is something wrong boy? Do you need to leave?" One of the keepers asked.
"No. My hand. It went numb. I'm fine now." Kalab said calmly. This took them off his case but they still glanced back at him. He looked at Thomas trying to fix his face and make it calm. Thomas was his youngest knight. He had so much potential. Kalab wasn't going to ruin his progress by yelling at him. He walked back to his seat and Tink went to the other fairy. "Thomas. I'm sorry. But,...... Your not supposed to lie. Let me rephrase that. Your not suppose to lie if you know your going to get caught. Look at me I lie all the time, but you know why I don't get caught? Because I don't lie to my friends. I see the fairy and I know you see it, but if you don't want to believe, I can't just let it stay around you. It'll die. So instead, I'm going to take it for awhile." He didn't want to take Thomas's fairy but he had to. Only a certain amount of people get fairies to guard them. "They will pay for this. Those keepers will pay." He said softly under his breath. He started scratching his neck to think. "Thomas. You still are my knight. I just hope you stop listening to the enemy. They don't care about us. Only we care about us." He stopped scratching his neck and remembered the plan. "Okay gang. Here's the plan. Ari. Your the lookout. If anyone comes, you start singing, and I mean loud and proud. Tom. You wait till the guy starts yelling. He'll be yelling at me of course so you wont find any reason to yell out in fear but I need you to give me your most believable sad cry's and scared wines. That way you two don't get in trouble." He licked his lips at the thought of what causes all this. "Me? I will do him like I did the nurse. But I need all eyes on us. When the eyes are on us. He'll get whats coming to him. hehehe." Kalab gave a sinister chuckle. He always did with the perfect plans. "Any questions?"

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Ariella didn’t really expect Tomas to join in on the prank. Even as he had started discussing it out loud, she assumed it was for her own benefit until Kalab came back. And then he’d try to find a way out of it. That was why she gave him one early on before Kalab could be disappointed. Besides, if one of the prankers said you didn’t have to participate that made it perfectly acceptable to refuse.


"Well if.. if you're going along with it, I guess it wouldn't hurt if.. I-If I went along with it too.. " Ariella openly gaped at him, she just couldn’t help it. He was really taking his doctor’s orders seriously! She grinned and nodded approvingly. This was going to be amazing. Tomas still seemed incredibly nervous, though. Then again, her own stomach was starting to fill up with butterflies at the thought of messing with the actual doctors. This was something they had never done before, and would probably never be able to do again. “Don’t worry, Tomas. If anything starts to go horribly wrong, we could probably find a way to get you out of it.”

"Guess who's back gang. It's me. The king of the fairies. King Kalab. Please hold your applause for later." Ariella smiled and stuck out her tongue. She opened her hands to pretend to clap. "Hey Tommy. What's wrong with your fairy?” Ariella quickly turned to look at Tomas. What was Kalab talking about? Tomas, for his part, looked even more stressed out than he had a couple seconds ago. "It looks like it's sick or something. I should know too. I am king of the Fairies after all." Well, this was interesting. Ariella had never decided whether or not to believe Kalab about his fairies. It seemed real enough to him.


"I don't have a fairy, Kalab.. They don't even exist..." Uh-oh. Ariella bit her lip and slowly edged away from Kalab. “Bad call, Tomas,” she whispered. “Haven’t you ever seen him react to that?” Right on cue, Kalab rushed off and started attacking the nearest wall. “Telling Kalab that fairies don’t exist would be like someone yelling into your ears.” Some Keepers began coming over, but he had gotten himself together by that point. He was easily able to redirect them, and Kalab rejoined her and Tomas at the table, considerably calmer. He began by talking to Tomas about lying and his fairy, but Ariella tuned this out. It seemed like a private conversation. She didn’t start listening again until she heard her name.

"Ari. You’re the lookout. If anyone comes, you start singing, and I mean loud and proud." Ooh, this was going to involve singing? She giggled. "Tom. You wait till the guy starts yelling. He'll be yelling at me of course so you won’t find any reason to yell out in fear but I need you to give me your most believable sad cry's and scared whines. That way you two don't get in trouble." That was King Kalab for you. Always taking the most dangerous part to keep others out of trouble. Ariella nodded slightly and looked over at Tomas. His role seemed to keep him out of the Keepers’ radars, so that would probably make him feel a little better about this whole thing. "Any questions?" Ariella raised her hand. "When do we start?"

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Tomas didn't notice how furious Kalab was when he scooted out of his chair. His eyes widened and he leaned back a bit, but didn't realize he said something wrong until the guy started punching the walls. Ariella then leaned towards Tomas and whispered, “Bad call, Tomas. Haven’t you ever seen him react to that? Telling Kalab that fairies don’t exist would be like someone yelling into your ears.” "Oh.." he mumbled, taking a glimpse at Kalab and covering his mouth with the palm of his hand. So not only does Ariella have triggers, but Kalab as well. God, this is getting more complicated by the minute.. I'm gonna get killed by the time they even consider letting me out if I keep setting everyone off...

Tomas sat quietly until Kalab returned. By that time, he had worked up an apology. But as his friend sat back down, he seemed to have something to say as well. Tomas waited patiently until he was done."Thomas. I'm sorry. But... Your not supposed to lie. Let me rephrase that; You're not suppose to lie if you know your going to get caught. Look at me I lie all the time, but you know why I don't get caught? Because I don't lie to my friends. I see the fairy and I know you see it, but if you don't want to believe, I can't just let it stay around you. It'll die. So instead, I'm going to take it for awhile." Tomas understood completely. He didn't act like his friend was crazy anymore, and didn't believe his fairy to be fake anymore. Someone else being able to see-or, in his case, hear the the creature on his shoulder was enough proof for him.

"I.. I understand. I haven't been taking care of 'it' because of my medication and.. I-I'm sorry..You can take it; The fairy. " Tomas whispered back and rolled his right shoulder towards Kalab, the area where he thought the fairy would be. Tomas didn't really want his creature to be gone, but at the same time he did. The only things it whispered to him were death threats 'sent by the keepers', and questions about king Arthur. But at certain times when he was off of his medication, it told him certain things about people that were sure to come in handy with confidence. Without the fairy, he was going to feel a little more alone. But if Kalab, the 'king of fairies' wanted to take it, he was going to let him.

"Thomas. You still are my knight. I just hope you stop listening to the enemy. They don't care about us. Only we care about us." Kalab added on. Tomas nodded his head to him, but didn't really say anything indicating that he agree with him.

"Okay gang. Here's the plan. Ari. You're the lookout. If anyone comes, you start singing, and I mean loud and proud. Tom. You wait till the guy starts yelling. He'll be yelling at me of course so you wont find any reason to yell out in fear but I need you to give me your most believable sad cry's and scared wines. That way you two don't get in trouble." Tomas didn't really understand why they would be singing and crying, but the part about not getting in trouble made Tomas feel a little less baffled. "Alright." He nodded, listening intently for the next part."Me? I will do him like I did the nurse. But I need all eyes on us. When the eyes are on us. He'll get whats coming to him. hehehe." Tomas obviously forgot about what happened to the nerse, so the first thought that came to mind was that Kalab was going to kill him. Tomas's eyes widened again and his eyebrows knitted together.

"Any questions?" Kalab asked. "You're not gonna kill him, are you?" Tomas responded, his voice a little louder than it should have been.

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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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”He's around during the beginning of meals so all I have to do is be patient till then." Ariella grinned. Kalab being patient? Now that would be a sight to see. It seemed that he was always moving about, not really the type of person to wait for very long. “Are you sure your patience will last until then?” she giggled.

"You're not gonna kill him, are you?" There was the Tomas that she knew. Although, it sounded like a valid problem this time. Especially with Kalab’s laugh after he had finished his plan. The answer was no, but Kalab’s reaction to Tomas’ question was a little odd. He looked almost proud of the fact Tomas had come up with this question. Or maybe it was just because he’s spoken a little louder than usual. Either way, Kalab was pretty pleased.

”I hereby decree, CANDY FOR ALL.” That sounded nice. As Kalab got up to leave, it seemed that her question from earlier was about to be answered. Beatrix was out, and she wasn’t in the best of moods. Was she choking Kaiden? Whatever the case, several Keepers were already rushing to the “rescue.” Ariella let out a small sigh as Kalab entered the fray.

“I was kind of hoping that Kalab would have a little more patience than twenty seconds.” She grinned and watched Kalab carry Izzy/Beatrix away. The Keepers chased him out and the cafeteria was back to normal again pretty quickly. Ariella turned back to Tomas. “Well... Now what?”



Ashlynn Allison

Ashlynn looked up when someone knocked on her door. Doctor Monson walked in a couple seconds later and she sighed quietly. Shoot. He folded his arms and gave her a stern look. “Is there any particular reason you have elected to stay in your room instead of going to breakfast?” Ashlynn gave him a small smile which he didn’t return.

“I was kind of hoping you’d forget I was in here.” She slid off the bed to show she was already dressed. “It was a slim hope.” Ashlynn nervously rubbed the vial around her neck. If she was lucky, most of the patients would have finished breakfast and left. Doctor Monson held out a small bottle filled with small pills and a water bottle. Ashlynn frowned as she shook out three small capsules. She swallowed them quickly and handed the container back to him. He softened slightly and held the door open for her.

“I’m sorry Ashlynn, but you know it’s for your own good.” Ashlynn didn’t respond after a few minutes, so Doctor Monson rubbed her arms softly before leaving her. She hesitated and stared back at her room. Maybe nobody would notice if she went back in. No, Doctor Monson would and he wouldn’t be as understanding the next time. Ashlynn took a deep breath, walked up to the cafeteria doors—

And was nearly flattened as Kalab ran past. Several Keepers were chasing him and didn’t notice her standing there. She stifled a squeal and pressed herself against the wall. Once they had gone by, Ashlynn waited for her heart rate to slow down. Well, there was one less person she had to worry about. She peeked through the doors to make sure no one else was coming before slipping in.

The cafeteria was considerably less crowded and Ashlynn didn’t even have to wait in line to get her breakfast. She found a seat near a small window and quickly situated herself. If she was lucky, the chairs nearest hers would stay empty for a while. Ashlynn rested her head on her hands and studied the snow outside. It was coming down at an angle, meaning that the wind was present. Ashlynn sighed. Someday, she’d get out and be allowed to talk to it again. But until that moment, she was forced to be content merely admiring the gusts.

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"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." Oh god. That sounded even worse to Tom. To the boy, Kalab was going to physically and mentaly torture a guard. And despite what Kalab said what he did, it still sounded wrong to him.

"Oh boy, it's time for my meeting with my counselor." Oh, that reminded Tomas. He had to go see Dr. Douglas after breakfast too. Well, at least he had some good new to tell his doctor this time. He can say that the medicine helped with his anxiety problems. Who knows, maybe that'll score him points on getting out of here faster? Either way it went, the thought of it still boosted his spirits, even if only a little. Taking to people would soon become one of his top priorities, instead of his last. "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." Kalab shouted. Tomas covered one of his ears and squinted, yet smirked. Well, at least there'd be candy after all of this, he thought to himself.

“Well... Now what?” Ariella muttered to Tomas. Tomas turned his attention to her and answered, "I-I.. Guess we'll just have to wait until the guy comes around.. at lunch." Tomas huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "But.. I-I have to go see my doctor for a little while.. I'll come back and meet you somewhere.." He attempted to promise, but really wasn't sure where Ariella would be by that time. Usually his visits only took about 10-15 minutes, but he had an odd feeling that it was going to last a little longer this time. "Bye." Tomas placed once hand on the table and the other on the back of his chair. Carefully, he slipped out of his spot in such a way that it wouldn't screech when he moved out of it. Lifting it up a centimeter off the floor and 'pushing' it back in, he gave Ariella a light wave and began to make his way out of the cafeteria. He stopped by one of the keepers and quietly asked him if he could escort him to his doctors office. Well, it was really Tomas leading the way, but he never wanted to walk in the halls by himself anyways. He was allowed to on some occasions, but Tomas chose not to. He felt alot safer when an adult came along with him..

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"I-I.. Guess we'll just have to wait until the guy comes around.. at lunch." Ariella grinned at the look of annoyance on Tomas’ face. The stress must finally be getting to him. "But.. I-I have to go see my doctor for a little while..” She frowned slightly. Oh darn. That meant that she had to find something else to do until then. ”I'll come back and meet you somewhere.."

“That sounds good. I’ll probably be outside.” She smiled at him and waved back as he left. Once he was out of sight, Ariella stood up and looked around at the people left in the cafeteria. The big crowd from earlier was beginning to die down and only a few smaller groups were left. None of them seemed particularly appealing right now, so she started to leave the cafeteria as well. Ariella began humming to herself as she walked. A couple seconds later, and she had added a couple turns and sways.

As she neared the exit, Ariella quieted down. If the Keepers guarding the doors thought she was acting oddly, there went her chance of getting outside. She gave them a small smile, but after one bored glance they didn’t give her a second thought. A benefit to being one of the younger patients was that the Keepers for the most part weren’t as interested in you. She skipped past them and into the snow. Her daily meeting with her doctor wasn’t until after lunch, so Ariella had plenty of time to kill before she had to be anywhere. And her first objective? Building a snowman.

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Tomas wasn't one to be late for a meeting. Just as much as he wanted to leave the place, he knew he had to keep up an appearance. The more sane he acted, the quicker he could leave. And his only true escape was with his Doctor, Chandler Jet Douglas. Dr. Douglas knew Tomas even before he was declared crazy. He was even there in the emergency room with him! Tomas knew they were getting close, and if he showed improvement, he was sure to be out.

Tomas knocked on Dr. Douglas's office door gingerly and waited for him to open it. Soon enough he did, pulled it open all the way and opened Tomas a kind smile from inside. "There you are, Tomas. On time as usual." The Doctor whispered. Tomas was a bit early, actually. But the doctor knew it would be better if it wasn't mentioned. Tomas weakly smiled back, pulled out his ear plugs and walked on inside. The keeper who had escorted Tomas swiftly closed the door behind him, and stood guarding the door as requested.

Inside, Tomas took one of the few 'patient' chairs and crossed his ankles while Dr.Douglas quickly walked behind his desk and sat in his own. The Doctor grabbed his clipboard and glasses, put one of the two in his face and quickly read off the other. "So Tomas," he began with to grab his attention, "How was your breakfast?" Tomas glanced down at the man's clipboard while responding, "I-It was alright.." Tomas glanced down at the floor. His stomach began rumbling, but not loud enough for the doctor to hear. "Did you talk to anyone?" He asked.

"Yes. Kalab and Ariella."

"What did you talk about?"

Tomas paused, thought about his answer carefully and responded with,"...Stuff." in a carefree tone.

"What kind of stuff, Tomas?"

"...J-just, stuff. The food, other patients..."

The doctor looked up from his clipboard. "Have you been talking to your fairy?"

"..."

"Tomas."

"..My fairy's gone now. I haven't talked to it since I took the medicine."

The doctor looked away from his clipboard for a moment." Have you.. been talking to any other fairies? Kalab's perhaps?"

"..." Tomas shook his head.

The doctor stared at the boy for a moment, glanced down at his twiddling thumbs for a moment, and finally decided to give his patient the news. Dr. Douglas sat up in his chair and flipped a few pages around on his clip board for show. He let a small sigh escape as he re-read his notes about his patient, trying to think of a way to rephrase. "..Tomas, I have some news for you. My family and I are moving to another state, and I will no longer be your doctor. You'll be reassigned to Dr. Grant." He instructed, "I'm sorry.. Dr. Grant is a higher educated doctor and he may be able to help you more than I can. " Tomas's eyes widened and looked as if he was about to cry. "No, no you can't move away.. Dr. Chandler! I need your help!"

"It's not your decision to make, Tomas. I have other patients devastated by this news too, but they have just as much control over it as you do. Please, understand me Tomas. It's all for the best." The doctor got up from his seat, and the boy broke right there. Tomas practically ran out of his seat and grabbed the doctor by his coat. "Dr. Chandler! Dr. Chandler you can't leave me here!" Tomas was practically screaming at him now, being on the verge of a panic attack- No, he was in one. He wasn't going to let his doctor abandon him and make him start all over again. Tomas and he doctor did a frantic little chase around the room before the keeper outside noticed the noises and opened the door to see what the hell was going on.

From his perspective, it looked almost as if they were playing tag. That was until Tomas tackled the man, bear hugging him from behind with an almost chocking grip. The keeper gripped his arms tight and pulled the boy off of him, giving the doctor enough time to pull away, grab his clipboard, his suitcase and leave. Tomas gave no resistance as the man left, but when he was beginning to be dragged out himself, he let out a few good struggles out of restraint. "DOCTOR CHANDLER!" He shouted out, freeing one of his arms from restraint and grabbing hold of a corner. The keeper yanked and grabbed hold of the boy's arm again. "DOCTOR CHANDLER!" He practically screamed, shaking the keepers grip off of him and quickly running after the doctor. Tomas didn't get very far down the hall when a few more keepers captured him again. Tomas finally gave up and let the tears fall.

Tomas was escorted out of the abandoned office and was taken directly to his room, sort of like a small time-out for his actions. Practically thrown into his room, The keeper then shut the door and stood guard once again. Tomas sat in the center of his room, devastated by the news. The world seemed just a little more colorless without a hope or goal to look forward to again. Doctor Chandler's gone. Now what? Mr. Grant? He probably doesn't even know about Tomas's hearing problem. He was going to be stuck here forever now, probably even longer than forever... And what about his prescriptions? Would the doctor cut him off of those? Tomas knew that Kalab had taken his main fairy, but oh, there were much more. There were plenty here... He could already hear them again. Tomas needed those prescriptions, in fact, he needed it right now. Tomas took out his small little bottle and turned the cap. He dumped out just two more and dropped them into his mouth, swallowing furiously. He was about he put the cap back on when he realized something. Tomas didn't want to be here. He didn't want to die of old age in an insane asylum. And no, he wasn't going to let it happen. Victory was so close to him now, he thought. Tomas was going to leave this place by his own will today, and/or die trying. Tomas dumped out the whole bottle, glanced up at the security camera and held every last pill to his mouth.

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

Tomas pressed his hand to his mouth and began to take large gulps. It all tasted terrible, but not once did he have second thoughts. After his hand was cleaned, Tomas dropped the small container, got up from his spot on the floor and weakly went to go grab his bottled water. The pills already had some effect on him, due to how he's lost his balance and ended up crawling for the bottle. Tomas drank as much of it as he did the pills. Without putting the cap back on it he dropped the bottle, grabbed the sheet of his bed and crawled up to that. Tomas sat on the edge of his bed, waiting patiently for the security to see the tape and rush to come get him. A few moments past before the suspicion came that maybe no one was watching his room at the moment. Maybe he was going to be taken to the emergency room or maybe not. But one way or another, he was going to leave this place. Physically, or mentally.