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Aldric Von Hardt

The First Werewolf, confined in this Asylum.

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a character in “The Wonderland Institute v2”, as played by Scorpion01

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Name: Aldric

Surname: Von Hardt

Alias/Nickname: Wolf-Man, Mutt, Monster

Place of Birth: Exact Location unknown, Germany.

DOB: Unknown; around the 1st Century AD

Age: At least 2000 years old.

Family: None.

Occupation: Too many to list. Currently held in captivity in the Maximum-security Wing of the Asylum.

Blood-Type: O

Criminal History: Most Notably: Numerous War Crimes; killing of innocents, friendly fire, striking superior officers (and killing them), Abuse of underlings, etc. Murder, Man-Slaughter, Hunting without a permit, public indecency, Unlawful possession of weapons, Treason, and Littering. Numerous Escapes from Numerous other prisons.

Subject has been alive for a very long time; it's possible he's committed far more crimes than imaginable; but these are what we have on file.

Mental Diagnostic: Patient suffers from Multiple Disorders, including: PTSD, Depression, Dissociative Identity Disorder.

The Main Dominant Personality displayed is that of a meek, tired, shy man who wants nothing more than to be left alone with his thoughts. He does not communicate very much with words, but rather with body language and small, hardly noticeable gestures. He speaks multiple languages fluently, as demonstrated during questioning whilst under hypnosis, these languages include Germanic, Gaelic, English, Latin, and to a lesser extent Ancient Egyptian. However, he chooses instead to communicate through bestial grunts and other assorted noises, such as growls, snarls, huffs, etc.

The Secondary Personality is drastically different; it is cold, angry, and very violent. Interaction with this personality is discouraged. Subject will yell, scream, and attempt to physically harm anything within the vicinity of his person. He is openly vocal in every language stated before hand, and is verbally abusive with almost every statement. Tied to a possible Forth-Personality, which is only verbally abusive and hostile, but not physically violent.

The Tertiary Personality has only been seen when transformed: It is entirely bestial, violent, and semi-sentient..

Supernatural Powers: Unnatural Long Life: He has stated that he is unable to age, and is thus physically in his thirties, while also maintaining that he is well over two thousand years of age.

He has a regenerative Healing Factor that makes physical wounds heal much faster; bullets are forced out of his body as it heals itself, broken bones heal in a matter of days rather than weeks, hair and nail growth is constant, however he grooms himself when left to his own devices.

Shape-Shifting: This should go without saying. As the the first werewolf, he has the ability to transform his body into an anthropomorphic beast that his well over double his human size. He expresses extreme distaste for this form, and its personality, and does not like to discuss it. Reports have stated this form is Twelve feet in height, weighs at least half a ton, is covered in thick, shaggy fur from snout to tail-tip, and is almost entirely rippling muscle. Top Strength is unknown, top speed is unknown, average time in form before reverting back to human: Unknown.


Triggers: Blood - The smell of blood makes the Secondary Personality emerge, his eyes become Amber in color, and if not removed from the area or sedated, he will eventually begin to Shift.

-Blades - He has been around long enough to know what they do, and he does not like them. He is openly afraid, and will do whatever he can to avoid them, even kill the person wielding one; even if it is in a non-threatening way.

-Chains and Shackles - He is already imprisoned, he hates to be reminded of the fact. He will mentally break down and attempt to hide himself if he so much as hears the clanking of chains.

-Being called a "Dog, Mutt, Monster, etc." - Openly hostile, possible fourth Personality, more than likely related solely to second personality. Wrathful and verbally abusive.

-Loud, Sudden noises - Having fought in numerous wars throughout the centuries of his life, he has developed a distaste for anything loud, and when confronted with loud, sudden noises such as bangs, alarms, explosions or even gunshots, he will do one of two things: Become a sobbing mess and hide, or revert to his Secondary Personality, becoming visibly and verbally Violent.

-Silver - he is passively afraid of Silver, as it is one of his known weaknesses. He will try to avoid it under most circumstances, and screams in excruciating pain if it touches his bare skin.

Ideal Environment and Stimuli For Them: Subject prefers a dimly lit room with comfortable furniture. Insists he be provided a desk to sit at. Loves to Read anything he can get his hands on, also writes. A lot. Previous cells still have the markings he'd written onto the walls, sometimes with his own blood. Prefers a simple pen and journal.

Most of this is pending approval; found out via hypnosis interview.

Personality: See Diagnosis for DID.

History: He is the first werewolf. It was he who stole the witch's eye, it was he who was cursed to transform into the first thing he killed: A Wolf, under the full moon, and it was he who started the legend. He is the legend. He has lived for Two thousand years at the least, where the first sightings were written down by the Ancient Greeks. Follow the story through time and you follow him. He has fought in numerous wars while in numerous armies. He fought with the Romans in their Legions, he fought with the Britons to throw out Rome, and to conquer the British Isles, he fought with the Irish and Scottish for freedom, with the Americans for independence, in both world-wars, and Vietnam. It is unsure how he managed to enlist so many times without being recognized, one could assume his DID was much more shattered, with numerous personalities, all with different names and histories, rather than the two he mainly displays now. He has been in a slew of troubles since the late 19th century, escaping and being recaptured from and by numerous prison facilities, including Guantanamo Bay, and Alcatraz.

Relationship to Other Inmates: Subject believes he would not get along with any of them; prefers to be left alone.

Progress: Minimal. Hypnosis Interviews are slow, but effective. More needs to be done.

So begins...

Aldric Von Hardt's Story

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Glass shifted and moved as the floor creaked and clacked with twisting imagry and movement. Reality was warped within the strange place she often used to further her studies. She could go places and see things others could not. She could live in different eras, learn different things in places and ways others could not.

But for all that

She was simply a woman, a skilled woman, with none left of her family or former gangs she was once part of. But it did not matter, no what mattered at that moment to her was th report on her desk. Aldric was a good man, albiet a broken one, yet. There was something about the man, what most called a mutt or a monster she called a Man, she saw a Man in place of what others saw as a monster or mutt or dog or whatever they wanted to call him

What made her stand out among most others was that she called him... by his name. Aldric was a good man, she could see it, But she didnt know mucdh about his tormented soul. So in order to study such things she used the Mirror Dimenesion in order to study his every facet without harming him, or him harming others.

But there were also other patients that intrested her. One of them brought there to them only just before she arrived and she was given the care of in terms of food and treatment. Of course the boy claming to be Old Man Winter made little sense as her own power could outmatch him, if she wanted to, but she let him play around at times in the twisting landscape of the Mirror Dimenesion, the kaeldiscopic world was constantly moving and changing. Always something to explore or practise on

But her mind drifted back to Aldric, something about him reminded her of her first love so many years ago, a glance towards the picture on her desk and a hand went to the locket around her neck. The mere thought of the man that broke her heart shent shivers of anger down her spine. No, she wasnt going to let love take root within her again.

The echo of the ancient clock striking one rang through the Mirror shards around her. A flick of the wrist and she exited the shifting landscape on her own, she had gone in on her own for that matter. She wasnt sure if Alice wanted to inspecft the paitents or see how they were doing extact at that moment, but the striking of one made her simply smirk. the thoughts drifting again to her first love, his face, Oh how she wanted to ravege it in vengence for the breaking of her heart so long ago.

She wandered the halls, absently heading towards the space where Aldric was kept.

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It was... loud.

The clangs of the clock echoed in his sensitive ears like a gong. He disliked that clock. He disliked the loud patients and disliked the loud doctors and nurses. The walls were... bright. Too bright. He looked at the food placed on the tray before him. Old and almost stale. No meat.

"Pitiful."

That's all he said. He huffed, and drank the milk they gave him. At least that was fresh. Growling softly, he nudged the tray, using a tad bit too much strength, the tray falling to the ground with a loud clang!

He visibly winced at that, and then sighed. Moving to his bed, closed his Jade-Green eyes, to let himself be enveloped in the darkness he desired to be placed in. The warden would be here soon, likely with some doctor who thinks he can be cured with time and medicine rather than with the sweet embrace of...

His eyes opened. No. He didn't want to die. That's whybthe stole the witches eye. That's why he became what he was. That's why he was confined in this unbearably bright and uncomfortable cell.

He flipped ontonhis side, facing the wall and away from his cell door. He'd moved his bed to face the back wall, and stood in the way of anyone trying to move it back. That was what he wanted, and if he didn't get it, he'd break out and kill more people. Maybe they'd put him down for good then. Maybe then he'd be free.

But... He was so scared of death. So scared of dying like a dog rather than a man. The only reason he hadn't tried to escape yet was the promise of fixing his mind. The promise of being able to live a normal life.

The promise of being truly free.

There was one nurse, doctor, whatever one wanted to call her that took an interest in him. She was... different. He intrigued her, and she confused him, yet somehow made him feel welcome. Not alone. Accepted. She delved into his mind, and in doing so, revealed a bit about herself at the same time. He didn't get much, mostly her name. Talk. Far from an equal trade, his history for her name, but She was good, it was all he could get. Of course he still rarely spike to her, or anyone for that matter . Outside of hypnosis, he'd spoken maybe ten words to each individual person he'd met so far. And that wasn't many.

Inspection was taking longer than usual. Not that he cared, kept people away from him. Just the way he liked it.

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If anyone aside from Alice saw the red dress wearing woman who seemed more or less lucid simply nod aty the order to check up on Scarlette before seemingly vanishing without a sound from where she stood near the door it was rather musing to see. Start with the girl, Scarlette. Check the progress then go to normal work, Typical. She was going to be a wee bit late for her session with the so called old Man Winter. If she could get Aldric to interact with someone his own age....

But no, try as she might she barely got Aldric to speak. Maybe if she offered him something more than just her name ? Her age ? nah, too normal thing to ask for. Or to offer. Maybe a glimpse into her past. Vitas shifted into another random, seemingly so, hallway heading towards a door.

She went right to the point upon opening it with a simple flick of the wrist as a guard stood next to it. Going right for the progress chart she observed several things carefully. progress had indeed been made. Mental stablity was good, yes yes, things were progressing nicely. oh... wait... not eating ? oh no she ate. She heard a clatter of something falling as it echoed through the halls, ah, Aldric not getting what he wanted to eat. She made a mental note to ensure she had freshmeat for him when he visited her at the two hour session they had daily.

She already had in her mind what she wanted for him, from him, and what she'd give in exchange for it. He knew her name and barely tolorated her. But somehow, each of their sessions were in a different room within her desired meeting places within the Mirror Dimenesion. He always hated the brightness of the place. There was one place she hadnt tried yet

She turned from Scarlette focused on the information before speaking a few to the point questions "How are you feeling ? did you sleep well ?" Random seemingly but worth asking. She saw then when she looked that Scarlette was focused on the wall, her fingers tracing over it. but nothing was seen. So out of the bluew Vitas asked simple "Would you like a washable marker ?" Not that she would actually get her one....

She had an appointment to keep and she did not want to keep Aldric waiting If Scarlette wanted to talk however, Vitas could listen, this was possibly the only time the girl actually saw the head nurse, what looked to be a beautiful woman with long black hair, red dress. eletric green eyes. Vitas was the embodiment of beautiful it seemed, but she was also the head nurse. and something much more..... eldritch.

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Vitas smirked. marking down each answer as she went through the pages as if she didnt have a second care. At the thank you request she said simply "We shall see if you are able to vist with the other residents here. Until then I will have a orderly bring you some.... writing matierals." With that she slid the papers into the secure sealed safe anjd left the room. Scarlett was rather easy. Talkative a wee bit yes but still. a Good girl slowly getting ready to return to the world.

Maybe

Moving down the hall towards her desired cell she turned a corner. at that exact moment three things happened at once. the first was trhe klaxon blasting clear and stupidly fucking loud directly overhead as she stood below sucgh a speaker. The second was orderlies freaking out concerning something important, and finally, the mere briefiest hint of peter Banning fleeing down the hall away from her.

Oh joy....

Of all the times she had heard the klaxons going off she was in her office. She never saw what happened to the escapee. No. Her gaze turned however at the sudden shrieking of a spirte "Shut it!!" She hissed tersely briefly her body went limp in the hall as she left her body, her spirit visibly smacking something hard before returning to her body. Damned astral spirits drove her crazy! Why couldnt the dead stay dead ?!

She went down the hall to the corner and turned in time to see a tray go flying. Normally when she was about to see Aldric she let him into the Mirror Dimenesion, cracking the walls around him, letting him exit his cell into her own space. the cracks began to spread upon his walls within his cell. the portal point a literaly spiderweb of seemingly broken glasslike walls of white tile

But then Pan went down that exact hall. Vitas never really had to be called upon to take upon Pan in any manner, so she, for the moment, ignored the fleeing man, he would be caught soon enough she smurmised, instead she headed directly for Aldric's cell door. Where by her order, no orderly or guard was kept. She moved with a purpose towards Aldric's cell, the silver bars formed the wall along the hallway as she neared it the cracks continued, even muiltplied, to the point of forming free floating plexus patterns in the air of "broken wall" as she neared.

As the clock ticked past the one thirty mark Vitas spoke "Good afternoon Aldric." her voice to his ears was like sweet soft music aghainst the blasting of the thrice damned klaxon. She heard running steps. Crazy man was going to get himself killed. A flick of the wrist and the noise in his cell softened "Sorry about the noise, normally we do this in my office where the noise is softer. Banning has apparently gotten out of his room again" She stood outside the silver barred wall looking in.

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WARNING: Extremely harsh Language, threats of sexual violence. Read at own risk.

Peter "Pan" Banning had escaped, and made a hell of a racket in doing so. Damn the bad fucking luck. Fuck this. As the siren blared, Aldric turned away from the cracking wall that was the entrance to the Mirror Dimension, and stood, his Jade eyes slowly becoming Amber, as if the color were being poured into a basin of water.

As Vitas rounded the corner towards his cell, a resounding howl echoed throughout the corridors, matching if not over-taking the sound of the Klaxon before the clanging of something slamming against metal filled the air. First the boy, now the Wolf. Having grabbed the bedframe, Aldric was spurred on by the sudden noise of the Klaxon, he first had entered a fight-or-flight mode, and then his secondary personality took over, sending him into fight mode. Taking his metal bed-frame, he lifted it with ease and began to slam it against the Silver Bars of his only open Cell wall in an effort to break either the door or the bars themselves. He wouldn't dare touch them.

He snarled and growled with each motion of effort, the sounds of a wolf fighting something echoed from the secured door-windows. Aldric was a large man, and stronger than any man normally, so this was normally no big deal for him. He threw his bed-frame through the Shattered Mirror Portal, his back facing Vitas as she stood before his cell door. he looked over his shoulder, shaggy black hair falling around his face, his rags that they gave him for clothes disheveled and nearly torn from the effort of containing his body while he moved so violently.

He snarled and huffed, baring his razor-sharp teeth, all of them pointed except for his molars at the back as his Amber eyes stared at the woman. "Too fucking late for "sorry" don't you think? You're probably the fucking person who set it off. Fuck you. Fuck this place, fuck your boss, fuck your cat, and fuck that little pompous girl you were talking to not five minutes ago." he yelled. His voice boomed, and was loud and clear. It rumbled one's very marrow and he was restless. His hands twitched and he paced back and forth, never taking his eyes off Vitas.

He noted the flash of Peter running past his door, banging on it, trying to rally him to escape. Stooping down in a flash, Aldric grabbed the discarded tray that once possessed the old food and threw it fast; narrowly missing Vitas as it traveled through the bars of his cell, and the first security door before hitting the bars of the second with a loud CLANG!

"Fuck off pretty boy! You're throat will be on my fucking wall!" he screamed, his voice devolving into a growl as he finished the sentence. He began to pace again, eyes darting around his cell, trying to find something else he could use to try and break down his cell door. Grabbing a chair, he lifted it and began to bang it vigorously against the barred door, the chair's legs snapping immediately with the one swing. Snarling he picked it up and slammed it against the ground, the wooden chair shattering into hundreds of large splinters.

He immediately snarled in Anger, arms and hands flexing hard in wrath before he turned to Vitas and pointed at her, screaming insults in Gaelic "Téigh Dtí Diabhail, a thóin mór! Gabh Transna Ort Fhéin, Is cuma sa toll feisithe liomsa! Ráicleach! Aiteann!", which translated to: "Fuck off, you Fat Ass! Go Fuck yourself sideways, I don't give a fuck! Slut! Cunt!" in English.

He snarled and then charged Vitas, kicking an old, half-stale piece of Broccoli at her in the process, the thing landing at her feet as he grabbed the silver bars, his hands immediately steaming as he growled at her before immediately letting go of the bars and growling in agony, his steaming hands immediately beginning to blister, and then heal slowly.

Finally he turned to look at her. "Why the fuck are you here, Talak? Here to ask me some fuckin' retarded questions about how I'm feelin'? Eh? Well I think it's PRETTY FUCKIN' OBVIOUS, AIN'T IT?!" he held his arms out, gesturing to his whole cell, now a mess, his hands shaking again from both the pain and the restlessness and agitation he faced at the moment. "Or maybe you're here to finally kill me? Huh? You'd fuckin' like that, wouldn't you? Kill me, that way I can't resist when you move in to try and fuck with me and my mind. Why not just fuck me? Eh? Take off those fucking sacks of shitty rags you call clothes and press your arse against the bars, eh? You'd fuckin like that, wouldn't you? So what the fuck do you want?"

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#, as written by Sambea
Red had been twirling in her room when the sirens began. Peter had escaped again. It was becoming tiresome to have to hear the stupid siren play over and over again because they lacked the smarts to hold him in. If they would let her have him she could solve the problem. It is not like anyone would care if the boy was gone or not. She sure wouldn't have felt bad for it. He drove everyone nuts, including Alice. Red had stopped twirling and was heading for her bed when she heard a familiar sound coming from next door.

It sounded like her pups. She ran towards the door and pressed her ear against it. Above the siren she heard it loud an clear. It was one of her pups! "My pup is in the next room! It is so close, I can hear it. Please let me out, I just want to see my pup. It sounds very angry. I could calm it down. Just let me out, please!" She begged to the closed door. She could hear feet pounding the floor. Her nails grew longer and her teeth grew sharp. She dragged her hands down the door leaving marks. "LET ME HAVE MY PUP!!"

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Vitas sidestepped the tray as it was flung at Peter. peter wasnt her concern, Aldric was. She understood nothing of what he said. Instead speaking calmly she motioned him forwards, as if against his better judgement as she herself stepped closer to the bars she had him right where she wanted him. As his hands steamed from the silver her right hand held him fast. ASnd yet when he tried to resit or grab her there was naught but smoke. "You are cute when you are angry. I wish I had more men like you before coming here to work."

However it was his tone with her of wanting to mess around that had her tilt her head, without even moving a solid SMACK was heard as she pointed at him, a terse tone to her voice. "Do not take that tone of mind with me young man. You need my help and you know it, who knows, your reqest for a quiet room, darker paneling, it may be granted, But only if you cvalm yourself down!" It was strange, she smacked him yet her hand never actually moved. So how did she actually reach through the bars to whack him in the snout ?

It didnt matter. For all she knew she set him off again. But her magic however negated the burning, healing him as fast as thevburns came if not faster than his own healing ability worked. "I am not here to kill you. What would I, you.... gain from death ? Nothing, that is what." She leaned close to him, "I have something for you. Something you have been wanting. I have given you my name, and you have given me more than enough to be fair exchange. So it is time for me to be fair with you and give you more.... in exchange for likewise from you." Mirrors floated around them, little brief images from her life, he was free to pick one, and they could chat over it.

Infact with him in this state was possibly the most words he'd ever spoken to her. Which she found odd.

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As her hand struck his face, she would find that his head didn't move like most other men, though his eyes closed in annoyance, the amber, now glowing orbs opening slowly to stare at the woman as she scolded him like a child, which only angered him further. His lips twitched, his massive canine teeth visible as he growled loudly at her. Within a flash his free hand moved to grab her, aiming to grab her by the neck, hair, collar, breast, arm - whatever he could grab - and begin to squeeze.

His grip would lessen, however, as his attention was captured by the floating images of the woman before him, his hand also loosening its grip on the bar, slowly beginning to either ready itself to grab her like the other hand, or retract into his cell. It was this momentary lapse in rage and action that calmed him down, and Jade began to slowly return to his eyes, which remained glowing as he looked around his body, letting out a few huffs, nostrils flaring and whole body seeming to shrink witch each sharp exhale before returning to its naturally massive size with each inhale. He looked to each of the moments, then to the ground, to Vitas, and assuming his hand was grabbing her, would release her from his grasp, and retract his hand from the space outside his cell as he turned to look around again; seeing the damage he'd done to the place. The broken chair, the bed that was just gone, in the Mirror Dimension, and the shards of wood from the chair after he had slammed it against the ground.

"I did this....." He spoke gently, his soothing bass voice barely above a whisper. His hands began to shake again, and his breathing sped up, labored, agonizing. High-pitched, feral whines escaped his throat as he looked at his still-healing hands. He looked at Vitas and turned his back to her, moving to the corner where his bed normally was, leaning against the wall and sliding down to sit, facing the corner. "Leave." he said. He wasn't requesting or asking her, but demanding she leave him alone. His voice was clear and stable, and he didn't turn to look back at her. He didn't care any more; he just wanted to be left alone.

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The shards of Vitas life floated around Aldric as he went to where his bed fell back into the matrial world, a bit worse or bent up for wear but still quite usible. Vitas sighed as a Orderly stepped into view. "I will return soon Aldric, choose one that most interests you. We will.... discuss things when I return. It seems our runaway has become.... rather enthralled with me" She said turning and seemingly fading away leaving the orderly, freaked out at being so close to the Wolf before he took his leave.

Vitas went towards where Pan had gone, finding two more orderlies who had fled Pan. "The boy had gotten past you hadnt he ?" The two nodded, Vitas jerked her head, "Which way ?" Once pointed the hall she could see it through her magic. Hmmm... It was time to have some fun....

She grumbled something as the shrill tones went off again, A flick of the wrist and eldritch red sparks formed in her hands forming a folding fan of a sort which she then used to fan herself, oh this was going to be fun. She made a mirror shard appear to Pans right. Another quickly forming in a hexagonal pattern. She smiled seeing how Pan was acting, so damn childish. the poor boy was going to get broken if he kept it up. The world around Pan began to shift and change rapidly as Vitas neared the location.

More mirror shards formed in a plexus pattern upon the wall to Pans right. It spread like a web, sifting and moving in exotic movements Cracks and groans were heard as the mirror pattern formed. the wall to his left suddely cracked and warped. What was going on ?

In the hall around the corner a good dozen or so paces away Vitas halted as bells rang in the astral plane. With a sharp grunt of something Vitas smacked the wall with an open palm "I said, Shut Up you fuckin' Sprite!!" The audible crack of breaking tile was heard from behind Pan. But when he turned to look all he saw was a brokoen mirror, shifting glass, a reflection of himself.

To Hooks left a mirror briefly floated past, briefly he saw shards of Vitas, first her bare foot, then the red dress she wore, the mirror seemed to trail its way up one leg, to her waist, then up to her chest and then up an arm before passing by her face, her left amber eye glittering brightly in the mirror Hook briefly viewed as ht floated past.

Vitas was coming.

This was going to be so much fun!!

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"Cén fáth a bhfuil siad ar aghaidh chun iarracht agus cneasaigh dom? Ná bíodh a fhios acu nach féidir liom a shocrú? Ní thuigim. Níl mé ag iarraidh a thuiscint. Tá mé ag iarraidh a dhul abhaile. Baile. Le do thoil, lig dom dul abhaile." he muttered to himself in Irish, which translated to: "Why do they continue to try and heal me? Do not they know I can not be fixed? I do not understand. I do not want to understand. I want to go home. Home. Please, let me go home." in English.

As the shards floated around him, he stared at them, all of them. He didn't want this. He didn't care about Vitas's life; he just wanted to be left alone! He knew now that he wouldn't be left alone here, and with a loud, but low growl, one that echoed in the chamber and out to the corridor of the cell-block known as the Wolf's Den, stood, and grabbed his beaten bed-frame once more. With each slam of the bed against the silver bars, he snarled, the bestial sounds also echoing from his room to the corridor.

"Is cuma liom! Ba mhaith liom amach! Amach a rá liom! Más rud é nach mbeidh tú é a thabhairt dom, beidh mé in ann é féin!" he screamed in Irish, his booming voice bellowing forth more effort from his muscles, the loud bangs of his bed against the door of his cell growing louder and louder. His words meant: "I do not care! I want out! Out I say! If you will not give it to me, I will take it myself!"

Harder and harder he swung his bed frame, the metal on metal was an excruciatingly loud sound, and with it, his Secondary Personality came back, his Jade Eyes filling with Amber once more, causing him to swing even harder against the door. A crack formed in the ceiling of his cell, and the bars eventually broke, the door swinging open violently. He tossed his bed back to its corner, the thing no longer usable, and lifted his chin as he arched his back, and howled triumphantly, the howl louder than any siren in the Asylum.

"It's 'bout God Damned Time!" he growled as he exited his cell, ignoring the shards of Vitas' memories following him. The safety measures immediately went into action, raising the bridge between his cell and the other doors. Knowing full well it was made of silver, he grabbed it, and forced it back down while screaming in both effort and agony. Once it reached the ground, he stepped on it his feet also being seared by it before it began to rise again, and he slid down the bridge to the foot of the first door in his path. Beyond this door was a tranquilizer-dart-shooting room that would sedate him; he could smell the Sedatives.

Of course the door was reinforced with Silver bars, but the hinges were still regular metal; which while stronger than silver, didn't burn. Breathing hard, his feet and hands stinging, steam rising from them as they healed, he readied himself. Once his feet had healed enough, he began to shoulder slam the door, snarling and growling with each motion he did. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. After one more shoulder charge, his shoulder bone cracked, healed, and then was ready to go. He snarled, and began to pound on the door with his fists, the walls shaking around him as he unleashed his fury on the door. Eventually, that too would break off its hinges, falling to the ground within the room. He stopped, standing outside the door-frame, and reared his head to howl once more, this one twice as bestial as the last one, sounding genuinely like a wolf.

He slammed his fist against the frame, and grabbed at his face, his breathing sounding more and more like a snarling wolf as his mind delved further into its primal rage. "NO! I...am STRONGER than this.....BEAST!" he slammed his fist against the door-frame again, the wall shaking violently. Steeling himself, he got on all fours, and lunged forward with all his might, slamming into the last door, and breaking through it, albeit having been hit with at least ten of the intended Tranquilizer darts. He tore them out of his body and tossed them aside, grunting as his body began to convulse, though he was actively fighting it.

He was shifting.

He began to retch, and eventually hurled what little he'd eaten in the last twelve hours, his hands closing to fists as he let out pained screams of agony and despair, not wanting to shift. He screamed the word NO in every language he knew, every time sounding more bestial and less human as he slammed his hands against the floor, standing up and stumbling into the wall before collapsing onto the ground once more, onto his back, his body seizing and his mouth beginning to foam up.

Then bones began to snap.

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The final measure of this asylum was the most lethal and would actually cause severe pain to Aldric. Being there were quite a few magic users within these walls, Cassius, Theodora, Vitas and Jafar had concocted a setback. This was decided after Cheshire had got out, being Aldric and her were considered some of the most lethal their had to ways to keep them corralled. Although the place was secure, unlike technology magic was far more reliable. Thus as soon as Aldric found himself collapsing outside the cell a horrible agonising effect would happen. The sedatives were not conventional in fact they were pretty much unconventional, and if NY knew about this, it would be considered cruel and unusual. In short, the drug was in fact made solely to handle the worse patients. There had been protests from Jekyll, Hook and a couple other staff, but they had to relent that Aldric is too dangerous to take chances on.

In short, the concoction once exposed to his transformation had a drastic and painful effect. The patient very blood would begin to boil. This was similar concoction once used to contain Jekyll a man of similar disposition. The sedatives now actively were boiling his blood, the evident pain on display while his face struggled with pain would be truly horrific to watch. The further he got from the cell the more it would hurt. Although Aldric could survive this, by the end he would need to heal for a long time, as most of his insides were being cooked by his own blood.

Further, with him slowed down, the magical wards within the Asylum would start to counteract his transformation. The most likely outcome was Aldric collapsing in agony and falling into a deep coma.

Not even the original werewolf could withstand such malignant magic. In a way it was ironic, being his whole curse was caused by magic, but the magic was the only thing that could keep him contained.

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Pain. Pure, unimaginable Pain.

Aldric's body continued to seize violently, as his body both tried to shift and began to cook itself alive the more it did so. His mind was screaming for his body to stop, but of course nothing would work. Finally his mouth and throat opened and he let out some of the most blood-curdling screams of agony that anyone had ever heard, either here, or in any other asylum in history. Said screams were followed by more, as his back arched and foam fell down his cheeks from his mouth. He flipped onto his hands and knees and hurled pure stomach acid as his skin began to turn red from his blood boiling within him.

"MAKE IT STOP! STOP! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR FUCK'S SAKE MAKE IT STOP!!!" he begged at the top of his cooking lungs. It was questionable as to how conscious he was at the time of saying that; or of which personality was currently in charge of his mind and therefore presenting itself to the world, but he was definitely no longer shifting. He managed to start to crawl back to his cell's outer door, agonizing howls and whimpers of a canine in pain echoing from his throat as his legs gave out and he began to drag himself slowly. His body began to seize again, and he puked up a large amount of blood off to the side against the wall, flopping on his back as he fought for consciousness, his eyes rolling back into his head before returning after a few blinks, then rolling back, and repeating the process at least ten times as orderlies and armed guards ran down the hall to contain and secure him. He was sweating profusely and half the hall-way smelled of vomit and sweat, the smells mixing and assaulting the noses of any heading his way or within the general area.

His whole body continued to seize, albeit at a slightly less violent pace, and finally his eyes rolled back, and he stopped, his body going limp, save for the occasional twitch or movement of his chest as he breathed. He'd be out for at least a week.

Some time Later.


Aldric's eyes snapped open and he sat up screaming in pain for a second before realizing he was no longer in said pain. Panting hard, he moved to try and touch and check all over his body After making sure he was still there, he sighed, and laid back down, still breathing quite heavily. After a few minutes, his breathing calmed down, and his heart-rate likewise slowed, and he sat up once more, looking around. His cell. His damn cell, reinforced and rebuilt it seemed. From what he could see, it looked the same, what he couldn't see, however, were the titanium reinforcements for the bars of his cell and the hinges and lock of his door.

The bridge's retractability was upgraded, allowing it to both raise and retract at lightning speeds in order to stop him from escaping anywhere fast. He sighed again, and swug his feet off the edge of his bed, putting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands as he embraced his lot in life.

Perhaps the only good thing that came out of his outburst and escape was that no progress in his rehabilitation had really been lost. In fact, at the moment he seemed more inclined to respond to outside stimulus. However at the same time, if he were to have a gun, he'd be trying to shoot himself at the moment.

With yet another sigh, he leaned back against the wall of his cell, staring out at the doors across the gap from his cell.

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It had been a chaotic and long day, not the longest, but still pretty exhausting. Once the damage had been measured by the staff it was realised Cell Security needed to be updated with The Wolves Pit practically being rebuilt after Aldric almost escape attempt. While this went on during next two weeks.

Alice received word of a Juvenile Behavior Therapist interested in the position. Being, Peter Banning was still an issue with Jack too being a problem it did seem rather like a good idea.

Unfortunately, the problems outweighed the good, Salem, one of the inmates committed suicide the week after.

Alice, though, was steadfast, despite these major complications. Many would have buckled under the intense pressure from this all, but after her last breakdown, she seemed to attempt to keep herself coordinated. Even odder was when someone mentioned Cheshire or regarding progress of that patient, a nostalgic smile traced over Alice's lip. Something weird was certainly happening, but without further investigation, there was no need to overreact.

In the past when Cheshire was mentioned, Alice's sadism seemed to emerge quite prominently and she got angry and demanded cruel and unusual punishments for Cheshire. Now though, seemed rather calm, some may say downright intrigued by the progress. Some Doctor's have noticed her giggling and commenting during the staff meeting, 'Oh yes, she is such a wicked thing." not a lie, but the way it was said, suggested something of less towards nature.

It has been two weeks since the incident, cells have rebuilt and refitted, Aldric out of his coma and it has been reasoned by Jekyll, Warmoon and even Alice that perhaps Aldric could get outdoor privileges. It is believed that this could resolve much of his cabin fever and also provide the freedom he needs while under supervision. Of course, with this, the Garden now had to be just as warded heavily with magic. But, that was not difficult to do.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the darkness down within the crypt was stirring, it felt the weakness growing within all. Oh, how the boy who cried, cried so hard for it to stop. But now his only sound was the swinging from the metaphorical Gallow's Pole. It must work slowly, and not rush, especially as many of these magic users, if they knew, could strengthen this prison, this cell so not even the maddening cruel voice could speak in their darkest thoughts. Oh yes, it would be patient and in time Wonderland would become the Kingdom of this new Earth with the twisted aberrations of subjects that made up inmates and staff.

Once it was free, only once it was free

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Bored. Aldric was Bored. Laying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling, his hand searched around the bed for something to fiddle with. Today was a good day, so-to-speak. He wasn't as depressed as he normally was. Though he was bored, and depression wasn't very far behind. For the first time in a long time, he wanted to be interviewed, interacted with. He didn't care who, whether it was Vitas, Jekyll, hell even Alice herself.

The poor man was bored.

Sitting up as he heard the clock Toll 11:00 AM, he leaned back against the wall and stared across the gap at the raised silver bridge, and behind it, the newly put in blast-doors to ensure he couldn't get out. He wanted out, but he wanted out in a more civil way. It was stuffy in his cell now; and being outside in the garden, where he could smell fresh air and feel the sun on his skin, would be a welcome change; and provide some time to clean and sanitize his cell and the air within if Alice deemed it necessary.

He was quiet, however, listening to the sounds of the Asylum outside of his cell, and though while muffled, he could make them out. He could make out the pacing of other inmates. He could hear the clocks ticking across the asylum, he could hear the rattling of pills and of bars, and the clinking of glasses or metal on metal. He could smell the sweat of the other inmates and the workers. He could smell the food that was being prepared for lunch, and he could even smell the perfume that someone was wearing. He wasn't sure who, but then, perfume was meant to hide scents.

Tilting his head back, he decided to test the waters, letting out a loud, yet gentle howl, similar to those heard on moon-lit nights in yellow-stone. A singular, deep howl not of pain, or triumph, or rage, but of reaching out, and seeing who would respond. It was a howl that meant "I am here, is there anyone else here, too?" He held this howl for a good ten seconds before stopping, listening to the sound of his bestial voice echo throughout the corridors of the asylum like an eerie, lonely ghost. His hand went to his stomach as it gurgled quietly; he was hungry.... He'd request an extra portion of meat today if they would listen. If they gave him meat instead of half-stale veggies and boxed milk like everyone else.

Life was hard, boxed up in a silver cage with nothing to do. One's mind began to wander. What questions would they ask him today? What would they offer in return for his answers? Would they feed him at all? Did they know he was still here? Who was that little girl calling out for her dogs? Was she a little girl? How old was Alice, really? How old was he? What was age? What was time? These mindless questions mused around in his head as he yawned quietly and flopped to the side to nap.

Life was boring.

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Scarlette walked around her room talking to her imaginary friends before going to her door and calling out, "Can I see the pupper next door please? I mean I really do deserve some kind of stinking reward for not trying to escape during all that commotion! I promise to be a good girl! You will see if you just let me see the pupper! She tried to get someone's attention, anyone who was on duty and willing to listen. She hadn't really bothered anyone after the whole commotion. Scarlette did hear someone got hurt though and she hoped that they were alright.

She waited patiently and now she was tired of waiting. What kind of place wouldn't reward you for your good? She thought. She turned around and pressed her back against the door before sliding down and sitting. She began to sing,

"You were so young
And I guess I'm old
Open your eyes
I'll keep mine closed
I prefer standing
And you take your seat
I'll be wide awake
And you'll be asleep

And you'll fall down a hole
That's the one place we both know
You take me with you if you could, but I wouldn't go
I guess that sometimes we both lose our minds
To find a better road."


She sang loud enough to hope that the pupper next door would hear her, if they were still there.



Song Poison by All American Rejects

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His ears twitched, hearing the singing of the girl in the cell near-by, and he tilted his head to hear it better. Deciding to humor the girl, he let out a low, slow howl again, the corridors and cells near his echoing with the eerie sound of his howling, as if he were trying to sing with the girl, rhyming with the word "Road" in her song.

One couldn't blame him for trying to communicate what with how bored he was, and how long he'd been a lone since his outburst. He wanted to interact with someone, anyone it didn't matter. His howl was slow, about twenty seconds of continuous howling, sounding as real as it got from a Wolf of his age. A lone wolf in a forest of concrete, brick, wood, and metal. Wanting nothing more than to leave and be free once again.

After he was done howling he'd pause for a moment, letting the young girl process that he was still there. He would clear his throat and speak loudly, his voice echoing a little quieter than his howl. "You have a lovely voice, child....Please...sing some more."

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Scarlette almost stopped singing she heard the pupper's howl. It was beautiful and sweet. Once done she turned around on her knees and pressed her ear up against the door "I knew you were there! She laughed. Her heart beated fast as she thought she might, for once, have at least one of her puppers. Scarlette didn't feel so alone now.

But that all came to a hard stop when she heard a man's voice coming from where the pupper's howl had once come from. Her nails started to sharpen along with her teeth, "No, no, no... She whispered. Taking deep breaths she calmed herself down. She had to get better if she wanted to see her puppers again. "Down, down, down.. She whispered to herself till her nails and teeth were back to normal. Sitting back in the normal position she smoothed out her dress. "Anything for my sweet, pupper. She rang to him before she began to finish the song.

"I can be pensive
You can be so sure
You'll be the poison
You'll be the cure
I'm alone on the journey
I'm alive none the less
And when you do your very worst
Mmmmm it feels the best

And you'll fall down a hole
That's the one place we both know
You take me with you if you could, but I wouldn't go
I guess sometimes we both lose our minds
To find a better road

And you'll fall down a hole
That's the one place in this world that we both know
You take me with you if you could
But if you could I'd lose everything

Can't you see the faces melting as the sun rains from their eyes
Who are you to keep your head with the hearts that you hang behind
Look at yourself, look in the mirror, don't you see a lie?
That you tell yourself again a thousand times
And the truth that makes us laugh will make you cry
You wanna die? No?

So you fall down a hole
That's the one place where we both know
You take me with you if you could, but I wouldn't go
Because sometimes we both lose our minds
To find a better road."




Song Poison by All American Rejects

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Aldric could sense something wrong when there was a pause and heavy breathing. In response, Aldric let out some feral huffs, half-barks, if one wanted to call them that. They weren't nearly as loud as his howl, which he repeated with each repetition of the word "Road" in her song, though not as long as his initial howl, only a few seconds. After she was done, he let out a few more huffs, standing and moving towards the bars of his cell, leaning against the wall so that he wasn't touching the silver bars.

"What is your name, child? Or what may I call you?" he asked. His voice had a very slight accent, a sort of mix of Germanic and Celtic. Depending on the word, he rolled his R's, or replaced an S sound with a SCH sound instead, but again, it was very slight, hard to distinguish from the other accents he was exposed to and likely picked up over his two thousand years of life.

His age was strange; and while there was no official written documentation nor proof of his being that age, there was physical evidence: His bone structure. Despite being much taller than most humans at that time period, he still had a distinctly Germanic Skull and stature bearing a resemblance of how he was raised all those years ago. His eyes held wisdom some one who looked as old as he did shouldn't have, and even on good days, he rarely spoke if he didn't need to. He was a highly patient man, able to wait silently for hours or even days for something if he needed to without complaint. He was also stern, very stern; he had earned his place in many societies he'd been a part of where he hadn't committed crimes, and still acted as such.

He narrowed his eyes, waiting for an answer from the child in the next cell. He repeated his question, his voice, while stern, calm, and non-provocative. "Your name, Child. What is it?"

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Scarlette sat there in silence after her singing. It just so happened that when she sang it didn't bother her that the pupper in the next room was a man, but now the song was over and the thoughts in her mind began to roll. She was doing so well, so why was she having such a hard time now? She hadn't heard him the first time when he asked her her name. In fact, the only thing she could hear was the man's voice from that night at her grandmother's. My my my what a pretty little thing. A pretty little thing that I could eat all up.

It kept repeating her her mind over and over again until her nails and teeth got sharp. Then the a stern and calming male voice from the pupper next door came through asking her name. "S-Scarlette, my name is Scarlette, aka Little Red Riding Hood. You can call me Scar though... if you would like. What about you, pupper? What name do you have? Her voice was soft and she tried talking as loud as she could, given her state at the moment.

Her head was down, her hair like a curtain. She had her red hood up and her tiny hands shook as she played with the strings that tied the cape together.

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"Scarlette....as pretty a name as your singing." he said, sensing her instability through the wavering of her voice and the hesitation to answer him. He let out another small huff and answered her question. "Aldric. Aldric Von Hardt. I am the first werewolf." he answered her.

Little red Riding Hood? Interesting, he'd heard a similar legend while he travelled through Germany....months after he'd..turned someone into a werewolf by biting them. "Little Red Riding Hood....I know that name.... I believe one of my....enemies, tried to eat you, no?" he asked softly, sensing this would be a sensitive subject for her. Hopefully the microphones and cameras he was sure were in the Cell-Block were recording...he could be a therapist himself when he got out! He shook his head; no time for silly fantasies.

"The man who tried to hurt you....did he prefer to look like a wolf?" he asked gently, inching closer to the silver bars so his voice could be heard a little more clearly through the may security measures of his cell.

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She sat there listening to him. His name was Aldric. She whispered his name, letting the name roll off her tongue. She had wondered if he was actually the fist werewolf or that he was crazy enough to think he was. It wasn't far fetched given where they were at. Scarlette decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Though she never really thought about who was the first, it was pretty cool to be talking to him though.

He had decided to bring up him and she tensed. She didn't like talking about what happened that night. Scarlette didn't talk about it with the therapists, she never felt comfortable with it. So talking to a male of all people about a situation that still haunted her today was a tad bit crazy. She picked at the end of her dress and softly said, "Eat is an understatement, Aldric The First." She tried to be funny, something she hadn't done in some time. There were many questions asked that night and the nights that followed the death of her attacker and the men she preyed on. Disgusting. Dirty. Men.

Scarlette rolled her eyes and looked off to the side the voice was coming from. "At first he preferred to try and look like my grandmother, then he a wolf... then a man... then a wolf when I... well when I killed him." She answered him, smirking at the end. She saw the flash of fear in the man's eyes when her puppers ripped him... when she gave the final blow. After all, that night before she didn't really want to be a woman just yet.

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Aldric let out a grunt at her little joke; funny. He grunted again when she finished describing what he looked like before she killed him. A small chuckle emerged from his throat, that turned into a laugh for a moment before he cleared his throat and calmed himself and became quiet.

"You are an interesting one, Scarlette. And much older than you sound if you are truly Red Riding Hood...", he paused, stroking his chin in thought. "When the...incident occurred... did you ever return to the house? I did. Perhaps a few days after it happened I was there...I was hunting the Wolf who attacked you and your grandmother....I made a mistake with him...I had to right what I had done wrong, and kill him myself....but you...you did it for me." he paused again, letting his words sink in and letting her process this information quietly.

"You have my thanks for doing my job for me...sort of." he chuckled again. "You...have a fondness for Wolves...dogs...whatever, despite the fact that the man who attacked you was a werewolf...like me....I'm curious as to why." he asked her with a slight raise in tone to his voice, one that implied he was sincere in his curiosity.

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Scarlette sat there and smiled as he laughed. So she still had it after all. It was good to hear someone have some kind of happy moment when she was around. It had been professional or pity. Now it was humor. She sat there with her pride for a moment, then he called her interesting and old. Rubbing her hands on her dress she thought about it. She had, in fact, returned to the house, but only so she drown herself in what happened. If only she could go numb, she might not have been here.

Honestly, she was wasn't expecting a thank you or even why she was interested in wolves. She thought about it, letting the silence sit between them. Her nails dragged against her legs as she thought. "People get older, Aldric. That tends to happen especially when they are forced to. Well, I did return to the house... though... more so because something was telling me to. It is sad when a little girl can find a grown man before a first wolf man can, but you are very very welcome." She got silent again before answering the last part. How could she explain it if she herself couldn't. "I don't know fully... what I do know is that the wolves that helped me were nice... and what that man was... he was a monster. And I... well... I somewhat turn into something similar... but it is only when I get this feeling that takes over... like... I can taste iron in my mouth when I see men. My lungs feel like they are closing... I get so angry... anyway. Since I am force to take this medicine I don't get to see my puppers anymore. I feel a sense of loneliness now." She decided talking anymore about it will bring up the darkest part and she wasn't ready for it, not now.

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Aldric let out a small hum as she spoke, signifying without words that he understood what she meant, all of it. People growing old, the fact that she found his prey before he did, the fact that he was a monster, that she may have turned into something similar, and that she felt the loneliness. He understood all of it, and decided it would be best not to press the matter too much further, if at all.

"Perhaps then you can work on...not killing men, if you wish to see me; the only dog in the building." he said calmly. He began to step away from the cell bars. "Seeing someone who isn't here to try and fix what is too far broken to be fixed would be nice.... It was nice to...meet you, Scarlette. Perhaps we'll actually see each other soon." he said to her before turning his back on the cell bars, and headed to his bed, easing himself into it and closing his eyes. Naps were good...they were most of what he did now, besides eat what scraps they gave him. At least, he felt they were scraps. Half-stale, not even warm, rarely any meat. Disgusting Prison food, it was. That's what it came down to. He was in a prison, and they served disgusting prison food.

Perhaps if he tried to eat an orderly they'd bring him fresher meat cooked to his specifications....he always did prefer Beef to Human Flesh. Lamb was nice too, when he could fight off the Guard Dogs by himself... Pork was alright, Chicken was fine, Turkey, was too dry for his tastes. Salmon was a delicacy he often had to fight bears for. He never cared for bears; much to noisy and stubborn; unwilling to share. Buffalo was also decent...but when he heard their numbers became low he stopped eating them over a hundred years ago. What good was a taste for food if that food hardly existed.... Either way; as his stomach growled he sighed, and closed his eyes for a dreamless nap.

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Emptiness.

As the steaming Water flowed down Aldric's body, he felt nothing but emptiness. He felt the warmth of the water on his skin, but it did not warm him. He smelled the steam and humidity in the air, but it did not fill him. He felt the dirt and grime and sweat roll off his body and down to the drain with the water, but it did not make him feel clean. He knew that he was not alone, for four heavily armed guards watched him; tasers, clubs, and "Wolfsbane" guns ready for him to act out, but he felt alone.

It was documented in his file that Aldric suffered from Depression. This was it. Emptiness and Sorrow. That's all he felt. Sorrow for himself, for he felt empty otherwise. Sorrow that he wasn't good enough to be left unsupervised out of his cell. Sorrow that he had to have a special cell. Sorrow that he was imprisoned here. Sorrow he was still alive.

Sorrow.

Not sadness, nor rage. Not guilt or disappointment, but Sorrow.

He was clean. Had been for ten minutes; but the Werewolf didn't move. Not much, anyway. His shoulders and head slumped forward, his hands balled into fists, his whole body tensed up as he shuddered, and the faint, almost silent sounds of him sobbing escaped his throat. This was followed by more whole-body shudders, heavy, labored, slow breathing and eventually him collapsing onto the floor, sitting under the water with his knees hugged tight to his chest. He would shrug off any physical contact, wanting instead to now be alone.

At the threat of physical violence, he would merely glare at the guards, the red, tear-leaking eyes daring them to try it. Of course, that was only after they had moved; and not after the initial threat. They'd stop, and they let him have his melt-down. After about half an hour, he finally stood, and turned off the water. Letting out a long, slow breath. He turned, grabbing the towel and drying himself quickly and efficiently, wrapping the towel around his waist. He took the freshly cleaned clothes from the cart, making sure they were his size, and then proceeded back to his cell with the clothes under his arm, the other hand holding up the towel even though it wasn't going to fall by itself anyway, his thumb hooked in the fabric, keeping it taught and tight so it wouldn't fall. He was silent as he was led back to his cell, his eyes staring at the ground before him as he walked when needed, stopped when needed stayed still to be searched for anything that might be of use to him to escape, etc. etc. So many procedures; all of it meant nothing to him. He wanted to sleep forever.

But that wouldn't just happen. Once he was back in his cell, Aldric dressed himself and collapsed onto his bed; falling asleep almost instantly.