Asylum (Open)

[blacke]

Jon enters the next ward on his constant tour of the mad Asylum. A door! That door shouldn't be unlocked.

Jon picks up his pace as he closes on the cell. He peers in warily and sees James laying on the floor his head at an unnatural angle.

Oh Shit.

Jon hurries and checks the clipboard hanging outside the room. It reads Jane Doe. There is a photograph attached. Jon's eyes widen.

He remembered her. The two male orderlies who brought her in couldn't handle her. Jon had administered a tranquilizer to her so they could take her to her cell.

He didn't do it to aid the two men. He did it to save their lives. He recognized a primal fury in that woman and it scared him. It also saddenned him that something could happen to someone and bring that out in them. He wished he could help her more.

He looked once more at James. He felt no pity. James was a sleeze. Jon had interrupted James once before while he was groping a sedated patient. If Jane Doe was free, James freed her and he got what was coming to him.

Jon had to find Jane before she hurt someone who didn't deserve it and then do something with James.

Jon walked Briskly down the hallway entering the next ward. All the while he examined every cell. Then he saw her.

There was Jane Doe. She was just inside the doorway of another cell. Another woman was kneeling submissively as Jane knelt towards her, one hand extended.

Jon watched quietly and cautiously. He was worried for the safety of both women.

What the hell do I do now, he thought to himself.

 

[Jewelskye]

Skye watched the woman as she removed the straightjacket, and gave a soft purr of satisfaction as the hindersome thing was removed from her. Her eyes lifted to look at her with eyes full of admiration and gratitude.

The jingle of keyes called her attention to the ring the other woman held, and Skye frowned. To Jane, it would appear the young woman's eyes had gone wide, then slightly glassy and far-off looking...

The sound of whistling echoed off the concrete walls that made up the level of the building where the girls stayed. Cold, hard, and unforgiving concrete pressed to Skye's back and the bottoms of her feet as she stood in the narrow closet-like room.

The tears had stopped some time ago, and as she stood there, she wondered how long she would be there. Fear creeped up inside of her as she worried if he had forgotten her. He... he told her to call him "Master".

One night, after 'Master' had brought her here to this big house, she'd been washing the dishes after dinner and one of the large serving plates had slipped out of her tiny hands, hitting the tiled floor of the kitchen and shattering.

Master had been very angry, and she'd been made to kneel on the floor with nothing to protect her feet, hands, or knees, to clean it up. Afterward, there had been a good amount of blood on the floor from the cuts the glass had caused. More anger... and then punishment.

A beating so bad she thought she'd die that night, and then suddenly he was lifting her, carrying her down a long flight of narrow steps into darkness. Once down the steps, the air had become cool and damp around her, making her shiver, the blood still running down her arms and legs making her even more chilled.

A door had opened somewhere infront of them... it was too dark... she couldn't see... and then she was standing inside, inside what felt like a concrete box. So cold... so small... so small not even she, as tiny as she was at 10, could sit down. So she stood, stood and waited until he'd let her out...

Then, that jingling... so forlorn... and whistling... the door opened and fresh air hit the girl's face before she was pulled from within by a large, rough hand...

She seemed to snap out of her daze instantly, mismatched eyes blinking slowly as she looked around. They landed on the woman with the keys and she stood, using a hand against the paded wall to help her stay steady on her feet. Her legs were still shaky from not using them very much for the past few weeks, if not a month. and then she saw him as her eyes looked past Jane and out the door beyond her shoulder...

A man stood in the hall, and it was only because she was at an angle to the door that she saw him. Part of her knew that Jane couldn't have seen him yet, her back was to him.

Fear flooded her and she felt her body go cold as she sank back to press her back to the wall, whimpers leaving her throat as she watched him with warry mismatched eyes.

The keys... the man... the door... suddenly it was as if she could feel that hand on her again, pulling her tiny body out of that concrete box...

"Nnnn... nnnnnn... n-eh-o... no... no... NO!" she cried, hands coming up to the sides of her head, forming fists that pressed against her temples as she cried her fear, fists gently hitting and tapping at her temples as her eyes closed.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

What the hell? I drop the keys. They hit the floor with a jingling sound. No? Hmmm...

Annoying sound. Like wackjob. Wish she'd shut up. I preferred purry Kitten to wacko Kitten.

Then I feel Eyes. Eyes on my back. I turn. Hello there!

I kneel down quickly to pick the keys up, then rise up and walk toward the new man.

Easy, easy. It won't hurt for long. No, no, I promise you won't make wacko sounds. And oh, I do hope that Kitten stops her wacko sounds once he is gone!

I grin with a childlike look.

 

[blacke]

Jon watched Jane start to approach him. His hand instinctevly reached for his stun gun. he almost had it out of its holster before he let it slide back in place.

She deserves better then to be stunned like some animal

Jon held up his hands waving at her to stop.

"Now missy, I don't want no trouble with you. I know what you did to James was probably fully deserving and I don't fault you none."

Jon watched her to see if she had any reaction acknowledging his words.

"How about we make a deal? You give me there them keys and I promise when I am on duty at nights, I will let ya visit your lady friend there or both of you can hang out in the common room."

He hesitantly took a step forward reach out and open hand to show her he ment her no harm.

"Now I don't agree with what all goes on in here but it is my job to keep this place secure at nights and I can't have you just running around unsupervised anywhere. Just hand me the keys and I will escort you and your friend there to the common room where you can have a nice long visit while I take care of James so that no one bothers you."

Jon looks at Jane imploringly.

"Please..."

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I frown. What's his game? He wants the keys? Hmmm... And let us visit in the common room.

I glance back at Kitten. Nah, she can't handle the common room.

I turn back to him and shrug. I hold up the keys, and jingle them, but keep them well out of his reach.

These? Oh, if I could speak. How fun.

No, I don't think so.

I watch him closely for several minutes.

Feh. Let him make a move. I turn away from him and go to the poor Kitten.

I kneel back in front of her, and hold my hand out to her. Worked once.

That annoying sound ... I hold a finger up to my lips, and purse them. I'd go Shhhhh ... but I can't even do that.

 

[Jewelskye]

Mismatched eyes as a figure came toward her, and Skye saw the woman from before. The sound died on her lips as she shifted to be on her hands and knees, moving close to the woman, but being sure to put the woman between herself and the man.

Even as she ducked some, sliding beneath the hand and arm that was outstretched, she moved close so that the hand would be on her back, the arm draped around her some. The noises has stopped, and now only came the sound of Skye's gentle but somewhat shaky breathing.

Nestling close to the woman, she was crouched and watching the man warrily from her hiding spot. It felt a bit safer to be behind someone who didn't seem to want to hurt her. One tiny hand came up, trembling some to touch the other woman's hair and shoulder. She stroaked at it some, almost a fidgeting movement, something to keep her fingers buisy as anxiety washed over her body in waves.

The look in her eyes was one of hurt and fear, almost like she were a child who was unsure of what would happen to her, or an animal that had been beaten and couldn't understand why. The eyes stayed locked ever-steady on the man in the hall, and she finally spoke a soft question, more to Jane and Jon, though it would be likely he'd hear her words as well.

"B-bad man?" she asked, voice almost child like with it's inflections and tone.

 

[Lotharian]

They went with a click and unlocking of his door. Edward took a moment to straigthen his thoughts. It was the images again. His source of madness. Edward sighed, it was his reason for being here. And it was all his fault....

'I wouldn't have to do this if you would stop resisting me.' The shadow said from the recesses of his mind.

"Stop bothering me with these nightmares!!!" Edward roared as he stood up and began to pace with a growl. He didn't know how much longer he would be holding on by that little bit. By those little bits of reprieve.

That's when Edward conciously noticed the door being opened. Edward looked at it for a moment, taking a breat and thinking. Should he prove himself the better patient? Maybe get a boon for not leaving the room.

'Leave. Now.'

"And if I don't want to?"

'Because if you don't take this opportunity, I will cause you no end of suffering. I've want to explore, now travel onward and be thankful I grant you this reprieve.'

"Then I guess I've no choice..."

'No. Not really.'

With a sigh, Edward pushed open the door with his foot, still dressed in his straight jacket. Peeking out into the hall, seeing the security guard down the hall staring down the one who set him free. Edward always thought he seemed to be a nice enough fellow.

'Stop him. He will put us back away.'

"But he's nice..."

'I will NOT be caged with a weak fool like you!'

And that's when Edward felt it, the slipping of control, and the next thing Edward knew, his body was propelling towards the guardsman, about to knock him to the ground.

Edward could only watch.

Lotharian had control now.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Mismatched eyes as a figure came toward her, and Skye saw the woman from before. The sound died on her lips as she shifted to be on her hands and knees, moving close to the woman, but being sure to put the woman between herself and the man.

Even as she ducked some, sliding beneath the hand and arm that was outstretched, she moved close so that the hand would be on her back, the arm draped around her some. The noises has stopped, and now only came the sound of Skye's gentle but somewhat shaky breathing.

Nestling close to the woman, she was crouched and watching the man warrily from her hiding spot. It felt a bit safer to be behind someone who didn't seem to want to hurt her. One tiny hand came up, trembling some to touch the other woman's hair and shoulder. She stroaked at it some, almost a fidgeting movement, something to keep her fingers buisy as anxiety washed over her body in waves.

The look in her eyes was one of hurt and fear, almost like she were a child who was unsure of what would happen to her, or an animal that had been beaten and couldn't understand why. The eyes stayed locked ever-steady on the man in the hall, and she finally spoke a soft question, more to Jane and Jon, though it would be likely he'd hear her words as well.

"B-bad man?" she asked, voice almost child like with it's inflections and tone.

I frown. Bad man? Umm... Bad? I don't know about that ....

Damn not being able to talk.

She seems to trust me. So I will have to live up to that.

I caress her hair, her back, softly, wishing I could make comforting sounds.

Don't fear little Kitten.

I pull her closer. To do what? Just to protect, to hold her. Why? Why protect this wacko? I don't know. She just seems to need it. There may be something else, but my memories are gone. Memories? Memories ...



Symphony ... symphony of love, music from above ....

The last man with a record player. Only man who could screw to Benny Goodman. That was what ... 10, 12 years ago? A happy time. A kitten. That's right. He loved cats. Called me his kitten. I would sigh if I could. Yes a happier time before ... What? What what what? What is that sound? A yell?


OK, that was wierd. But ... I remembered something. Good step, I guess. I give Kitten a soft kiss on the top of her head, and glance back at the door. I guess one the doors I opened was holding something mean back, and poor mister Please was going to get hit. Oh well, least I don't have to deal with him that way.

 

[blacke]

As Jon was considering what next to do he heard footsteps closing from behind him. Jon spun around and recognized what was coming at him.

Reacting imediately Jon sweeps forward and slide tackles Edward. As he stands up he looks at Edward as he struggles to stand in the straight jacket.

"I remember you. You're a bad one. You killed that girl."

He glances back at the two girls.

"Busy night, maybe I should just let you and Jane make aquaintances. Judging from the predictament James got himself into Jane might be real interested in you."

Jon watches Edward warilly, his stun gun out.

"So Jane what do you think? Want me to leave you three alone for a few hours and I can hang out in the common room or should I return Mr Woman killer back to his room?"

Jon glaces back at Jane

"Just nod yes missy if you want me to give you three some time and I will go take a breather and sit a spell in the common room. Otherwise I will be returning this gent to his suite."

 

[Lotharian]

Lotharian laughed coldly as he was held there by the large man. "I didn't kill anyone. That blood is on Edward's hands." Lotharian said, before allow his laugh to catch him.

"Though I must say I did help him. You'd be amazed how quickly a beautiful woman can turn into a beautiful succubus...." Lotharian said, wishing that he was without the straight-jacket. But he had other means....

"Now I would suggest you remove yourself from me little whelp before you find out what 'I' am capable of doing."

Lotharian stared at the guard, seeing if he would withdraw or press his luck with the darker side of the coin.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I glance back at the guard, and frown. Why in hell would I want to spend time with Linebacker? No thanks.

"Now I would suggest you remove yourself from me little whelp before you find out what 'I' am capable of doing."

I frown. Linebacker sure has an attitude. Well, I guess he earns it.

Okay, back to Kitten. Let the cocks duel it out to see whose is bigger.

Soft, gentle caresses. Damn I wish I could talk. Ask her things ... find out and learn ... Has to be some way to communicate.

I look into her eyes. Anyone there?

 

[Jewelskye]

Her eyes lifted, moved to the second man who came onto the scene. She gave a frightened whimper and moved farther into the circle of the woman's arm. Watching the first man knock the second one down made her eyes go wide and another whimper escape her lips. Part of her, the part still trained to care for a man, wanted to run over and help the second man up. But his voice was cold, cruel, and angry sounding.

Looking up at Jane, she had felt the other woman's eyes on her. Her own mismatched hues shone softly in the light of the room, the light which was still far too bright for her tastes. She knew more about what was going on by the sounds, as she could really only focuse on Jane, and even that gave her a headache.

Her eyes darted once more to the men, and she pointed. "Hurt..." she said. One simple word. They were hurting each other. Her head moved to lay on Jane's shoulder as she curled into her. "Bad Men hurt..." she whispered softly, sliding her arms around Jane and cuddling close to her, just needing to feel safe.

 

[Mister J]

Lex opened the door and walked down the hallway, Those doors in the safe wing were never locked, no need. None of the patients there were THAT far gone. She could hear raised voices and it sounded like a struggle was going on somewhere...the secure wing no doubt...she shuffled her socked feet across the slick tiled floor, inching to the corner of the stairwell, peeking down the several dozen stairs. She could still hear it, tugging in the back of her mind.

Go on...see what's down there...

It was like her conscience but louder, more demanding...she took soft little steps down, her toes clinging to the edge of them as she lowers herself down to the secure wing's floor. The asylum was nearly empty of staff, the night shift..skeleton crew. Her hands crept along the white walls as she manuvered to the corner of the hallway, peeking around timidly to see a guard holding one of the patients...it looked liked Edward. Yes, she knew of Ed and his exploits...there were few who didnt. Around these parts he was something of a legend.

Should she do something? What could she do? Nothing...nothing at all but watch...no, maybe...yes...maybe...

"I...I..."

She said lightly in the softest of whispers as those wide amber eyes gazed at the scene down the hall, her body still hidden behind the corner of the wall, those fragil little hands clinging to the edge.

"Ed...d..d...dont...p...plea..please.."

Tears began to build up under her eyelids, she didnt like confrontations, but didnt want to see anyone get hurt either...a tough situation for anyone to handle, especially those with only bits and pieces of a mind to begin with...

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Her eyes lifted, moved to the second man who came onto the scene. She gave a frightened whimper and moved farther into the circle of the woman's arm. Watching the first man knock the second one down made her eyes go wide and another whimper escape her lips. Part of her, the part still trained to care for a man, wanted to run over and help the second man up. But his voice was cold, cruel, and angry sounding.

Looking up at Jane, she had felt the other woman's eyes on her. Her own mismatched hues shone softly in the light of the room, the light which was still far too bright for her tastes. She knew more about what was going on by the sounds, as she could really only focuse on Jane, and even that gave her a headache.

Her eyes darted once more to the men, and she pointed. "Hurt..." she said. One simple word. They were hurting each other. Her head moved to lay on Jane's shoulder as she curled into her. "Bad Men hurt..." she whispered softly, sliding her arms around Jane and cuddling close to her, just needing to feel safe.

Awwwww! all over again.

Okay, I guess I was now mommy to little Kitten. I patted her head softly. Felt good on my shoulder. This did feel good. And she wasn't shrieking. Okay boys, beat the shit out of each other! Why do I care. This was nice.

My lips were near her ear. I moved ... tried to breathe out. Well, I did breathe out, what I was trying to do was whisper. Damn, still didn't understand how to talk. What to do? Hmmm... I gave her ear a quick kiss. Wonder if that helped?

I wondered ... could she read? Well, not that I could write with this human Kitten curled into my body.

Well, play mommy for now. Wait to see who won between those two out there. Then, go from there....

 

[scribe_m]

She waited untill it seemed he was done, and then slipped into the doctor's office to get the 'files' on the patients. She soon located the files, and then, making sure no one was around, quickly skimmed through the papers littering the top of his desk. Not finding what she was looking for, she carefully placed the papers as she had found them, and grabbed her clipboard. She would look more in depth later....

OOC: Well... things have changed a bit, so let's say you're still in the office or have run back in...


"He's dead! Jim!" Marc panted, entering the office.

"Yes. He actually had the audacity to talk back to me."

"When?"

"Last month."

"Senior Administrator... They're... they're wild out there. How could Dr. Roberts let one of them free?"

"Under my orders, perhaps?"

"Your orders?"

"Yes. Do you also want him to get you a cup of coffee?"

"But..."

"The windows of this office are protected by three inches of thick plastic. The doors are steel and reinforced."

"But one of them has the keys to the office!"

"Really? I don't recall giving James them. Or at least ones that work."

"Those... animals out there. They..."

"They're to be observed."

"Observed?"

"Yes. Observed. Interacting. We have monitors, but if the more of you assisting the better. Unfortunately, unexpected to plan, we have someone who has infiltrated the office." Sipping the coffee Dr. Roberts handed to her, Simone looks down at the nurse and says, "We seem to be short of staff. Perhaps you can better tell us what we shall do with you."

"Senior Administrator."

"Yes?"

"Moore is still out there."

"Yes. He talked back to me last week."



Scribe.

 

[Jewelskye]

Her head lifted after the kiss to her cheek and she smiled, looking up at Jane. One hand lifted, and she ran it over the other woman's face, as if examining her with her fingers. The skin was soft, she could feel... The men were all but forgotten for the moment, and soon she was smiling softly and running her hands over the cheeks and forhead of her savior.

"S-soft..." she whispered.

She was about to say something, or atleast she seemed about to say something, when her hands pulled back quickly, flying to cover her eyes as she let out a small, strangled cry of pain. White-hot pain flashed through her mind, making it suddenly hard to focus her thoughts, let alone be able to see something.

Curling her legs in, she sat indian style as she rubbed at her eyes with the heels of her hands. "Ow... ow ow ow ow..." she whimpered, rocking some.

It took her a few moments before she lowered her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks. She tried to open them, only to give a small, short gasp of pain and turn her face from the room. She pressed her temple to the wall, bringing one arm up around her head to help block the light out, sniffling and digging her fingertips into the pads on the wall.

There is a creak of hinges, then a sudden flood of light. "Oh my god... Sergent! You better come see this!" a young man's voice... somewhere off in the hazy distance. Gotta keep my eyes closed, the light hurts them too badly.

"What is it?" This voice is more gruff, older male voice. He sounds kinda like what Master would sound like after yelling alot. "Oh holy shit!" the voice swears somewhere above me.

A lot of voices, yelling things I dont understand. I want to open my eyes now, but I cant. They hurt too much... everything hurts... Hands grab me, pull me out of the box... Ow, please be careful... my back hurts! I move my lips, but I cant say anything. I cant even hear if I make a sound, they're all too loud.

Then I'm laying on a cloud... it has to be a cloud... its cool and it feels clean. I can see lights moving past my eyelids as I'm moved, and then these loud, wailing sounds that hurt my ears.

I feel them moving my body, sharp, tiny pains in my arms... feel hands moving parts of me, hear voices talking softly around me. I want to open my eyes, but I cant. My eyelids are heavy and they wont open.

Oh... why am I so tired? Why... why is it getting so hard to hear everything? Master.... I'm sorry I made you angry... please... please tell me whats going on...

Sobs shook her body, but she made no sound, her head throbbing from the pain. "Mmmm..." is the only noise she makes, an exhale of breath as she deals with the migraine and the memory.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I watch her in pain for a moment. Poor, poor Kitten!

I move up behind her and wrap my arms round her waist, embracing her tightly.

Are you alrght? Are you in pain? Can I help you? Why the hell can't I talk to you?

I wish I could understand why I am feeling this way. Caring for someone. Why? Why not just ... snap her neck now? It would be so easy. And so wrong. No joy in it. None. I don't understand.

Oh well. Kill or cure, what difference does it make, long as I am doing something.

I place one hand on the back of her head, softly and gently, and the other hesitates. Pauses, before resting on her shoudder. Rubbing. Softly.

 

[Jewelskye]

She turned, eyes closed tightly as she moved to hide her face in the crook of the other woman's neck. Her tears seemed to stop, though the pain was definately still there. Still there and blinding. "Ow..." she whispered, nuzzling her face deeper into the soft skin of the woman's neck. She would never press hard enough to hurt, but the tighter their skin was together, the less light could get to her eyes. "Light... ow... hurts..." she added, bringing a hand up to touch her own head, trying to communicate that her head ached from the light.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I glanced at her ... tried to. The angle was wrong to really look at her. So .. the light was hurting her eyes.

Hmmm ... I adjust my weight, and hers, and gently, tenderly, cover her eyes with my hand.

Does that help? Of course, I can't actually say it... So much I wish I could...

So ... Here we are. A vulnerable Kitten. Me. Whatever I am. And, outside. Threat. What now? Well, I am getting rather uncomfortable. So, I shift to more of a sitting position.

There. Can sit like this all night. Wonder why this is so comfortable, holding and comforting her? Something to ponder.

 

[blackopal19]

Tiffany looked up in suprise as she was behind the Docters desk in the office. She put on her best smile, and tried to not look too suspicious.

(ooc sorry was gone for the weekend, but back now!)

 

[scribe_m]

"Senior Administrator."

"Yes, Dr. Roberts."

"Unfortunately, we have a problem."

"Tell me, Dr. Roberts."

"The Phase 1SX injection for the subject has to be postponed."

"Why?"

"The test subject has not arrived. It's unlike, given what's happening outside, that we can find a room to put her in right now."

"If I recall correctly, the subjects selected for Phase I need to have athletic ability, higher than average intelligence, and abilities such as stealth and infiltration."

"But the subject hasn't even arrived yet."

Pointing at Tiffany, Simone said, "She hasn't?"



Scribe.

 

[scribe_m]

Marcus held the young woman, as Dr. Roberts gave her the injection. Tiffany could feel her heart race faster, her body becoming warmer. "What, exactly, does the Phase 1SX injections do?" asked Simone.

"The Phase 1 treatments stimulate the areas of the brain to decrease self-consciousness and inhibition. The S treatments heighten their senses. Marcus, please carry the young lady through the back door downstairs to the labs. We will continue with here there." Marc fit the groggy Tiffany into a straightjacket, definitely not making the same mistake as James did.

"And the X?"

"The species has to reproduce."

"With themselves?"

"They're still humans, Senior Administrator."

"I'll call your wife and let her know you'll be working late."


OOC: Tossing ideas with Opal, Tseranc, and Stegral for the lab scene.


Scribe.

 

[blackopal19]

She smiled and looked at the two, holding up her clipboard.

"Silly me, I couldn't seem to find the clipboard...."

Her voice trailed off as she realized the doctor knew.

Marcus was at her side before she knew it and easily caught her, although she did land a good knee into an important area....However the doctor was quick and she felt the prick of the needle on her arm.

Immediatly her thoughts were clouding. She crumbled against him as she tried to fight off the effects of whatever had been given to her.

 

[Stegral]

forgotten room

OOC... Hope to keep this character in.. if not leave me in the cell...

IC: Down in the lab, in a very locked & strong cell was "wolfie" a human with canine instincts....
the injections had been painful at first... but the heightened pain tolerance that came with the other hightened senses worked well... it had been a full moon's cycle since they had last stabbed me...licking my lips as I remembered the taste of the one I bit in the neck when he fondled me, silly human... thinking he could overpower a wolf/human by himself...
it had taken 4 males & one hellova fight to corner her before they shocked her into submission...
funny how she could lapse so easily from Wolfies instinctual mind into a very smart human one... inturpreting what the "Wolfie" part of her had picked up.. & who said you couldn't ever understand a wild animal...They were scared of what they had created.... fed me raw meat through a small trap door... every once in a while my human side craved fruit & veggies.. Padding around my cell I perk up, my ears can hear scuffling.... I let out a howl I have almost forgotten how to speak... hoping someone will free me....

 

[Lotharian]

((That's biological alteration taken a wee bit to far. But I'll let Shadow make the call since she's the thread starter

Oh and Blacke, POST!))