Morning Madness - (not for the light hearted)

[† The Jaxness †]

*~* Looking away from his clothes, she saw him move his hand forward while he told her his name. 'Chayne', how... interesting. Eyeing his hand suspiciously, she was about to explain why she refused to take it, when he seemed to read her mind and withdrew it before she got her chance. Glancing up, she saw the look on his face. He held a look full of uncertainty, and a hint of fear. Seeing him clasp his hands together, she continued to scan his face, reading it oh-so-carefully.

Feeling hints of her anger, she closed her eyes, and focused purely on Chayne. Centering her thoughts on his entire being, she entered his head to read his mind. Finding his mood, she senses how he tried to read her, tried to find out what she felt and why. He put his guard up, but to no avail, for she was still centered in his head, knowing his every thought. Her anger receded slightly, as she sensed his discomfort about her presence. She concluded that it was no huge issue that he was so confused, he wasnt the first. Though the thought that he tried to read her still angered her in the least.

Opening her eyes once again, she met his gaze. Looking at him, he seemed to have pulled back abit on the couch. Throwing him a smile, this time not one of kindness but of a morbid curiousity of what it would be like to feel his insides dying between her fingers. Rolling in her own thoughts of evilness and vulgar pleasures, she hopped up from the couch to twirl in a circle with as much grace as a ballerina. Looking up at the ceiling, she tilted her head as she continued to swirl and began changing loudly.

"One, two, no ones coming for you. Three, four, shut the asylum door...."

Singing randomly, she giggled as if she was a 6 year old girl, outstretching her arms and spinning around almost as if with glee. Though the nurses who looked up at the singing knew better, knew that her insanity was coming back into play. As they got up, Sadie stopped twirling but remained standing. Reaching for the ceiling, she let out an ear piercing cry.

"The stars! I can see them! Mommy, sing me 'twinkle twinkly little star'. Please, mommy?"

One nurse came around from behind the nurses station while the other called for assistance on the radio. Seeing them get up and rush, Sadie grew hysteric, her mind loosing all moral thought. She started to spin again, hoping that her childish singing would get them to calm down and leave her alone. She didnt want to be harrassed. She had been a good girl, didnt deserve to be punished. Closing her eyes, she continued to twirl, her feet trying to keep up so she wouldnt lose her balance and fall over. Raising her voice to nearly a scream, she attempted to drown out the voices replying to the call of assistance over the nurses radio.

"TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR, HOW I WOND-"

Collapsing to the floor, she curled up in the fetal position, putting her hands over her head as her feet kicked out, trying to avoid being grabbed by the nurses who she knew were coming to sedate her. *~*

[Lord Fattington]

The singing pushed him over the edge, Lord Fattington reached his breaking point. Calmly he took the ring out and put it through his septum, some blood trickled down from the new hole but not much. Once the ring was in place, he walked over to the Monkey and said "Checkmate." There was no doubt in Lord Fattington's mind that The Monkey would understand what he ment. He then started to leave when one of the guards harassed him about the piercing.

It was the worst possible time for the guard to decided to pick on him. Once the guards hand touched Lord Fattington, the man found himself on the ground looking up at him. "Don't touch me." For anyone that had ever delt with Lord Fattington, or even Seth for that matter, this would be their first time hearing him take a hostile tone. Lord Fattington continued his way out when two guards came and tried escorting him off somewhere.

He let himself be taken, at least for the time being, mostly due to the fact that he was deciding on what he wanted to do next. The two guards started to become bit more physical while they escorted him, even though he had been cooperative. Lord Fattington looked up at the nearest camera, one that was focused dead on him, and mouthed "You have taken from me, and so shall I taketh from thee." With that he started altering himself, but all of the alterations were invisible. He bit one guard releasing a quick acting poison into him, and the next he headbutted with his new thick "ram" skull. Both men immediatly hit the ground, both would eventually get up.

His thoughts immediatly went back to his ex-girlfriend, and how even if he did get out of this hell-hole things would never be the same. Lord Fattington know decided that there was no point in trying to get out on "good behavior." Anger, hatred, and blood lust filled his eyes. He was becoming more animalistic, feral. Turning back to the camera he showed his new sadistic side and shouted so that everyone in the establishment would hear, "You've fucked with my life, now it's my turn to fuck with your's!" His voice was different from it was normally, now it sounded dark, murderous. Never taking his eyes off of the camera he backed into the shadows smiling, and disappeared.

Once again his voice rang out, delivering the same message, "You've fucked with my life, now it's my turn to fuck with your's!"

[Rayn]

*!* He was absolutely shocked to see her reaction when he withdrew his hand. She started singing, like a hysterical little girl. This...this....woman had shown a burst of maniacality, or it was some devious plot that she intended to just get herself out, someway somehow.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?", he exclaimed.

She had just stood up on the couch and started singing twinkle twinkle little stars. Was she having some flashback? Had she lost her sanity truly? For some reason, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl, though he was in his defensive and "ready for anything" mode, and was ready for something big that was about to happen. For all he knew, she could be calling on the stars to come and smite him with their burning heat. Wait a minute....heat.....HEAT!!

His insides exploded with hope! What if she was calling on the stars? He could then control the heat and get himself out of here. Did the mysterious woman know about his powers? Was she trying to help both of them get out of this hellhole? Or was it to her own personal gain?

It doesn't matter! He wanted out of here so badly, he was willing to do anything to get out. The green fire burned brightly in his eyes, casting a very light shade of green into the area around him. Ecstatically, he jumped up on the couch with her and also started singing the joyous childhood song that had turned into a tune from a living hell. He looked at her determination in her eyes to stay balanced and tried to do the same.

"TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR, HOW I WONDER WHERE YOU ARE," but at that precise moment, the woman had fallen down and had assumed the fetal position, hands over head and feet curled up. He jumped down quickly to try to help her up, but she just kept flailing out at him with her legs.

"Shhhhhhh! Do you want the nurses and guards to come?!"

It was too late. The nurses were already on their way over with the needles that he knew would tranquilize both of them. While bringiing the needles, he noticed they were calling for backup. Looking over at Sadie, he tried to communicate with her with his eyes, which were portraying a hint of fear and desperation. She wouldn't be able to recieve the message anyway, for she had her eyes shut tight and whatever he tried saying to her was not penetrating that psychotic brain.

Wondering what was going to happen to him, but more so of Sadie, the only thing that came to mind was the stars. Oh how he wanted them with a burning passion. So, while trying to calm the overwhelming Sadie, he muttered to himself "up above the sky so high, like a diamond in the sky," wishing that he could finish whatever Sadie could have possibly started. *!*

[† The Jaxness †]

She felt someone grab her arms and tell her to be quiet, but her mind couldn’t comprehend his urges of silence. The only clear thoughts going through her head were her dreams of agony, pain, and fear. How she wanted to force images of sadness and insanity into another person's mind, how she wanted to take advantage of another's weaknesses and use it against them, to make them cry and beg her to stop her guilty pleasures.

Lashing out her legs in an attempt to kick Chayne away from her, she crawled several feet before standing and witnessing a man piece his own septum, then get up, walking to The Monkey and muttering something she couldn’t hear. Watching him, she saw guards walk to him and start to give him trouble for the piercing, which was now bleeding slightly. At the same time, the 2 nurses that had called for back up were being joined by 3 orderlies dressed in white suits, all males and fairly large.

Hearing someone mutter "box", she froze. Hearing several of the patients scream in the middle of the night "NOT THE BOX, ANYTHING BUT THE BOX", she recognized and feared the fate that the 'box' held. Being the stubborn and senseless woman that she was, she refused to be taken down without a fight.

Seeing the 3 orderlies start to rush at her, she stanced her feet. Bringing up one of her hands, she brought it to the collar of the confining suit she wore. Putting all her strength into the pull, she ripped downwards, tearing the material to her stomach. Wearing no clothing underneath, which would explain why the damn thing was so itchy, Sadie maneuvered her body and she wriggled free. Pulling the bottom half from her legs, she tossed it aside, leaving her only a couple seconds before the men reached her.

Standing there in the middle of the rec room completely nude, she lost all common sense and sprinted towards the door, leaving the men to change the direction in which they were running to chase after her. Turning her head to the left an inch, she spotted Lord Fattington speaking into the camera "... now it's my turn to fuck with yours!" Sliding on the floor and almost losing her balance, her eyes took in the sight of his face, the skin on his hands, and how he was backing into the shadows.

Her mind instantly switched to her state of quick reactions, and she grew frantic at the thought of him disappearing, which would keep her from having contact with his skin so she could fulfill her wishes, her cravings to manipulate someone's else's mind.

When she changed directions and almost slid on the floor, the orderlies caught up to her and one grabbed her waist from behind. Sadie's mind didn’t comprehend the move for a moment, but once her thoughts cleared, she stopped. Feeling the heat on her waist, she felt the skin of the bare hands of the man. Turning with intense speed, she whipped around and grabbed his hands, squeezing them with such force that no matter how hard he tried, he could not pull away.

He instantly saw his mistake, and his instincts made him fight. He squirmed and kicked and in the process, slipped, falling to the ground. All of this only exciting Sadie all the more, plastering an evil smile on her face, she pounced and landed on him, straddling his hips. The orderly tried to lift his body up from the ground and screamed.

"YOU FOOLS, GET HER OFF OF ME! HELP ME, DAMMIT! GET HER THE FUCK OFF ME!!!"

Though in a show of intelligent thought, the other 2 large orderlies backed away, looking down at him in pity. Even though her mind was focused on what she was about to do, Sadie could tell by reading their faces that they were sad to see their friend go, but they were glad it wasn’t them. Laughing wickedly, she turned her head and lowered her face to that of the screaming man. His eyes held the greatest intensity of panic and fear as he tried to scurry out from under her.

Pinning his hands above his head, she lowered her mouth to his neck slowly, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his skin. She closed her eyes and reveled in the musky smell of his cheap cologne. Parting her lips, she lowered her mouth, closing what little distance was left between them by sinking her teeth into his exposed jugular.

[Deleted]

Several monitors displayed the recreation room. Actually, 'several' was an understatement. The entire wall was nothing but video screens recessed into polished cherry oak with gold trim. The monitors were all linked to every camera throughout the facility, as He wanted to keep all eyes open at all times. He paid particular attention to the players of fire. Oh, how He loved his little fire starters, and fire manipulators. He affectionately referred to them as "kindlers." He had put together quite a collection of them by now, and each was unique from the other, no two ever exactly alike. Imagine what an army of kindlers could do to a small country...

Day dreaming aside, one monitor in particular was given utmost attention right now. Its feed had been routed to a special screen on the desk. Stone stood in the metal room, carrying on about his lab. He was tempted not to answer, and just let the lunatic ramble, but his mouthpiece was already in position. The 'go' signal was given.

In the metal chamber, a panel in the wall slide aside, revealing a large television screen. Displayed was a friendly-looking chap in a black pinstripe suit. His skin was pale, his eyes blue, and his hair stark white, cut short and almost spiky. "Good morning, Mr. Stone!" he said cheerily with a slight Londoner accent, "Before you continue, perhaps you'd allow us to give you medical attention for your wound?"

They were delaying his offer. THEM. They had all the time in the world, and they knew it. The floor trembled slightly, and a long, narrow rectangle folded aside across the room from the screen, hiding away under the rest of the floor, and revealing a plush white mattress, which slowly rose into position. It was flexible like a doctor's examination bed, but luxuriant. As hard as he might try, Stone would notice the entire room's electronics were shielded in some manner.

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Throughout the complex, security stations started going into lockdown. Doors locked, red lights began flashing, and extra illumination brightened every hallway. Security personnel were assembled and quickly briefed, and they ran off to find the missing inmate. In the more secure areas of the complex unknown to patients, bulkheads sealed off hallways and air ducts. Water valves were turned off, and power was switched to the backup generators, which could sustain the entire building for months if properly fueled. In the patient floor, no one would notice the excitement, except perhaps the psychics feeling a vague sense of urgency from nowhere. A patient was attempting escape, and he would be caught...failure was not an option.

In the rec. room, the main door closed automatically and locked shut, Sadie still outside and now the two orderlies inside. The only entrances and exits now were through the cafeteria and nurses' station. With Sadie going berserk, a special detachment of Christoph's guards were being sent in. "Panic Control" was one of the official terms used for them. Christoph would receive an alert on his walkie-talkie with an update of the events taking place.

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THE MONKEY


THE MONKEY sat with his back to Jewl, Sadie, and the other newcomer. He knew they were there, though. He was preparing to rise when Lord Fattington touched his back and gave him the codeword. As the shape shifter disappeared, Josh looked to Bianca and whispered, "Prepare yourself." He stood and grabbed the underside of the metal table. It was bolted to the floor, naturally, but in a matter of moments, he ripped it clean from the bolts. Carefully avoiding Bianca's head, he casually tossed it aside to the nurses' station. The two orderlies previously preoccupied with Sadie now turned on him, and with brutal force, they began beating him with their short cudgels.

Moments later, both guards smashed into the window by the door, followed by the incoherent screeching of a monkey. Short and lean, the brown-furred primate with spindly limbs leaped to a table, picked up a chair with ease, and threw it across the room, nearly breaking through the wire-reinforced glass windows to the hallway. Guards in grey uniforms were now running along the length of the corridor, searching for Lord Fattington with nonlethal side arms at the ready. Logistically, priorities were being set, and Sadie was overlooked given that she was occupying herself.

Trying to incite a riot, THE MONKEY bolted into the nurses' station and began trashing the desk, much to the utter terror of the nurse on duty, who ran into the main room in a panic, falling over the discarded table. Her chair flew over her, and slammed into the floor mere inches in front of her head.

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With the park entering lockdown mode, Jewl was now stuck in the infirmary with his nurse, who knew nothing of the events transpiring outside, though one of the doctors soon came to her side and whispered something in her ear to the effect of, "sedate him immediately."

Dr. Berlin, meanwhile, would also recieve a coded message on her intercom, giving her reason to suspect Athalia of attempting escape. If Dr. Berlin replied with the standard beep of her intercom button or with the various other alerting systems around her office, two guards would be sent to her office immediately to contain Athalia.

[Lord Fattington]

Lights illuminated the hallway, but it mattered little since Lord Fattington assumed the form of a fly. His shapechanging had interesting effects on substances, such as clothes and jewlery. The substances alter aswell not just him, proving to be quite useful. He was growing increasingly impatient in his fly form, that may be due to the relatively slow speed that he was moving at. It was mostly due to his increasingly violent desires, he wished to inflict pain on to every one that was even remotely responsable for the pain he felt.

He could feel the vibrations in the air before he or the guards would have a visual on each other. Quickly he shifted into his human form, he had a sadistic smile upon his face. "So you all have come to play?" Lord Fattington's voice was hauntingly cheerful about the event. He began running headlong at them, they all stood their ground, not fully comprehending his abilities. He went to spear the first guard and as he lunged at him a bull horn began to sprout from his skull, goaring the man. Immediately the horn retracted, it was incredibly unlikely that either of the remaining guards saw it, but undoubtably if the tape was slowed it could be seen.

The other two guards were frozen for a moment, Lord Fattington quickly rounded on him. He attempted to fire his side arm, missing Lord Fattington due to his impressive dextartity. In mere moments the man's arm, ribs, nose, neck and the back of his skull were all shattered. The strikes came in a flurry worthy of any kung fu movie. The last guard had quite noticably soiled himself, this made Lord Fattington laugh, "You're pathetic, you couldn't do anything to save their lives. You just watched as a scared little child, now its your turn to die." The man then fired two shots, one connecting with Lord Fattington's left arm, the other flying by. Lord Fattington smiled when he figured out what type of seditive it was, it would be of little to no effect. The man thought he had the upperhand now, and Lord Fattington decided to act as though he was sedated. Once the man came close enough, he tripped him turned his right foot into a hoof and stomped on his head, crushing it.

Lord Fattington then shouted "Come out, come out where ever you are!" It had become a game to him, he was finally testing the reaches of his abilities, he was getting out his rage, and he was making them pay. As he walked he sang the song Dead Bodies Everywhere by Korn in his head. It was incredibly fitting.

[† The Jaxness †]

Sinking her teeth into the guards throat, his persistent screaming stopped as she applied pressure to his windpipe, ceasing his attempts to make noises. Closing her eyes in the essence of bliss, she felt herself enter his head. Feeling his brainwaves, she peered into his memories, seeing flashes of camping trips with his pretty wife and 2 daughters. Grabbing onto the memory, she forced power waves into his head, bending his thoughts so in his mind’s eye, he saw his 2 daughters in a cold, dank room.

Lit with cheap lamps hung from the ceiling, the 2 girls, ages 5 and 7, were turned towards the brick walls. Nude except for their pants which had been peeled down to their lower thighs, their little pink and white shoes still on. Chains held their wrists above their heads while their legs were spread wide apart. There were no visible marks, but blood had splattered on the floor in front of them, below them, pooling, dark, drying. Black ball gags were stuffed into their mouths, strings tucked under their soft blonde hair. Their eyes were wide and panicked, trails of tears on each of their cheeks.

Sadie’s eyes still closed, she had half a thought to stop there, but having been deprived of this pleasure for so long, she continued with creating the guard’s worst nightmare. Forcing his gaze lower, he knew without seeing what he would find. The spot between their legs were in red ruins, covered in dry blood. Someone had raped them, ripping their frail little bodies up.

Opening her eyes, Sadie removed her mouth from the man’s throat, the image fading away as her skin no longer contacted his. Leaving behind a perfect imprint of her teeth spotted with bits of blood, she smiled sadistically. Looking down into his fearful eyes, which were already clouded over with tears, she kept her face close to his. Tilting her head and letting her black hair fall around their faces like a curtain, she whispered.

“What would their mommy think if she knew daddy worked in a place like this, hmmm? Poking fun and toying with the monsters, tisk tisk. Now daddy must pay his price for…”

Her voice raised to a yell:

“FUCKING WITH THE WRONG MONSTERS!”

Sitting straight up, she whipped her hands forward. Her right hand grabbed the top of his head, curling her fingers in his hair, while her left hand grasped his chin firmly. Puckering her lips, she blew a kiss goodbye and she twisted his neck, hearing the loud snap of his neck breaking.

Without wasting time, she stood up and turned around in the hallway to see a Lord Fattington get done with that must have been the 3rd or 4th dead body laying in the hallway. Somewhat disappointed that she missed the show, she heard lyrics from a familiar song, undoubtedly coming from his head as he began to walk away.

Walking fast to catch up with him, she kept up with his singing in his head, fallowing the song. Coming up behind his back, she leaned forward into his ear and whispered the next couple lyrics.

“Your dreams never achieved, don’t lay that shit on me. Let me live my…. life.”

[Rayn]

He got up and started running after Sadie, still worried about her and with the faintest bit of curiosity of what she was doing. Running past the nurses station, he caught a glimpse of a monkey with outstanding strength and was getting ready to throw a chair right at the nurse. He stopped to take in the scene.

"Well, that's one down, a few left to go" thinking to himself of how many were left before they went insane. Or insaner.

Excitement and adrenaline overtaking him, he stumbled to his feet and returned to chasing Sadie. He skidded to a halt.

"Dammit, I need heat and I need it NOW!!!"

He turned back, and headed back to the nurses station. Climbing over the counter, he noticed the monkey causing a huge commotion, so trying to avoid him, he looked through the nurses purse she so conveniently left by her desk for the object of his escape. Looking through the black and gold purse, he found a pack of cigarettes. His heart exploded with joy, because with a pack of cigs, there must be a....YES!! He had found it! Kissing the little metal lighter he held it close to him for a few seconds, lost in the ecstasy of having the source of heat he finally needed. He put the cigs in his pants pocket, saving them for later when he could have a better use for them.

He clamored over the counter again and was running full speed while shouting.

"SADIE! WE CAN GET OUT OF HERE NOW! SADIE!"

Lost in his bliss, he hadn't noticed the guard running headlong for him. They collided with the impact of two baseball players trying to catch the same fly ball in the outfield. Dazed, but not nearly enough to knock him out, he gathered his wits about him and stood up a few feet away from the guard, who was still on the ground for he had received the worst of the collision.

"Oh how revenge is sweet...."

He waited long enough for the guard to realize that he was on the ground, before he proceeded to taking his revenge. The guard looked up into his eyes. His expression changed from dazed to desperation in the time of a heartbeat, because he noticed that Chayne's eyes were burning the brilliant green, as was the tattoo that ran down the upper half of his body. Flicking open the metal lighter, he ignited the small flame, the small flame of hope. He focused all of his anger and hatred into that small little flicker of flame, increasing the diameter to the size of a fist.

"Would you like to know what your deadly mistake was?" In a voice that of an executioner.

"Never play with fire...!"

At that precise moment, he rotated his hand in a clockwise rotation increasing the flame to the size of a small pillar and held his hand in front of him. He then molded it in his mind and with his hands into the shape of a net that he cast around the pathetic guard. His fingers were actually flying as if creating a net out of string, the fire mimicking his exact movements. Then, with a great back bending motion, he formed his arms in a circle, finger tips touching, and "threw" the net of fire, surrounding the guard, but not touching him, trapped him within its blazing depths, totally ignoring the guards cries of agony and pity.

"...OR YOU'LL GET BURNED!!!!!!"

Chayne clenched his fist and the net of fire was in sync with it. The net fused with the guard, blistering and melting away the skin, suffering from much worse than 3rd degree burns. The net kept getting smaller, and smaller, and smaller, as the guards cries of desperation kept getting louder, and louder, and louder. The screams fueling the fire, it burned even more brilliantly than before, along with Chayne's eyes.

Smelling burnt flesh and hair, the screams slowly dying away, the smoldering ashes of the guard still producing heat, he breathed in and, ironically, shivered with pleasure. His eyes still burning brightly, he looked at the entrance into the rec room and noticed it was sealed off by undoubtedly a security mechanism.

"FINE LOCK ME IN YOU BASTARDS!!" he shouted.

"JUST REMEMBER, PLAY WITH FIRE, AND YOU'LL GET BURNED!!!"

He took out the cigarettes from his pants pocket, and, for exercise of his powers and his maniacal mind, lit it with the ashes of the guard, and took a few puffs while leaning his back against the wall and sliding down to a sitting position.

"Let them try to get me." he said taking another puff.

"I'll be waiting" and pocketed the lighter.

[The Joshness ™]

His eyes were all over the place when the metallic room began to unfold before him into some kind of puzzle box. Filled with goodies he just wanted SO bad. But alas, they had expected is attributes in the construction of this thing. "Sure, why not." He had sat down on it and before anything else was to take place or be said Stone opened his mouth once more "One of the fun traits about my condition, i can feel the electronic biorhythm of the people around me. Right now, i expect half the faculty of the facility along with some VERY displeased patients are making a raucous in the Rec room. You guys are just have a bad day so far, aren't you?"

It was ture, less than 45 seconds around any living being or electronic device and he can virtually track it with his deep sensibility to the electric current of the world. "You see, you being in another room so very far away from a whack-job in protection of yourself, is pointless. Just a few moments age i was able to map out the very path these wires take all the way to the camera giving me your Magnificat image." Looking around then smirking he returns his gaze to the screen "You managed to put a block on my control of it, didn't quite expect that. And you were wise to do that, with hardware like this. Nothing could have stopped me from escaping." Stone laughs to himself softly "Thats whats going on out there, isn't it? Your precious pets are breaking free from their cages?" Nodding his head "Whatever they really are doing, their bodies are giving off a rather strong spike. Which means someone without an unusually strong mental capacity is amidst the havoc. " He nods and starts thinking "I know this, because the largest electric current in a human body takes place in the mind."

Stone waits treatment "Now, shall i continue with my little story?" another vicious grin takes place upon his face.

[alteredone]

*crackle... hiss... pop* The radio made these noises, and that meant someone was trying to talk to me. I took it out of my belt, and was holding it up to my mouth when i heard. "We need backup now!! Goddammit! Someone please shes fucking that dude up!"

"What's your position?"

"Over by the Rec. Room! Hurry Up Christoph!"

I pulled out my baton, and replaced my talkie. I took off at a run and ran by the nurses room. I stopped and saw the monkey going on a rampage. I saw the Nurses in the main room. I quickly ran into the main room and grabbed them. I hoisted one up onto my shoulder because she was on the ground. I yelled at the other ones to follow me. They did, and I quickly ran down the hall again and to the infirmary wing. I put in my own special lock code and the door slid open. I saw Jewl and Kathy, the nurse specially assigned to Jewl, and then I saw that prick of a doctor.

His name was doctor White. I saw him leaning over to Kathy, and I heard him whisper, "Sedate him immediately."

"DO NOT SEDATE THAT PATIENT! I WILL NOT ALLOW IT."

"You don't have that power!"

"The hell I don't! This is a martial situation right now! And who controls things in a martial situation?" He didn't reply to my question. "WHO CONTROLS THINGS IN A MARTIAL SITUATION?"

"The head of the guards" his reply sheepish at best.

"That's right, and what am I?"

"Kathy give me that god damn needle!" He took the needle from her hand, and before he could even get anywhere close to Jewl I took his hand and spun it around his chest and took his hand up to his neck. I jammed the needle in quick and pushed. Then I took the needle back out and threw it from his hand. Now he's slow and sluggish. He turned to me, and took a swing. I easily sidestepped it. He backed up and then took another swing. I caught his fist, and then I kicked him square in the testicles. Without hesitation I kneed him in the stomach. Then I tossed him easily onto the ground. "Look after both of these men and make sure they are safe. You know how to use the radios. If you have to call me. I'm gonna lock this door behind me. You should be safe" I told Kathy quickly.

I ran out the infirmary, and down the hall after the door was locked. Back to the Nurse's room. And then I saw four dead guards. Oh my good God. I checked all their pulses. Stone dead. One had a huge hole in his abdomen. Another burned to a crisp. Two others just had suffered severe trauma to the head. It was a disgusting scene. The smell had overcome me. I had to lean over and puke. I knew that the three closer into the rec room hall were the work of Lord Fattington. But the one that was burned I didn't know. Lord Fattington must have gone down this way. But he might have lost it. I pulled out my tranquilizer gun. This was no ordinary tranq gun. It was used to take down elephants. I hoped that I wouldn't have to use it, but if it came necessary then I would use it. I wouldn't want to kill any inmate, but I do not need to die by their hand either. I took off down the hall in search of Lord Fattington.

Where the hell is my god damn soldiers? I hope they aren't dead like the rest of these asshole orderlies. I pulled out my talkie, and whispered into it. "Death Angels. Come in. Where are you guys? Respond!" Now the hell that was contained here was unleashed. It was our job to get it back in containment. The battle had begun.

*crackle...pop* "Christoph. Come in Christoph."

"Yah. Where the hell are you guys?"

"Were down here, by the rec room. Were gonna have to subdue Sadie."

"Wait there. I will be with you in 2. Over."

"Roger."

I bolted down the hall with all the speed I could. I met up with my men. I knew that they wouldn't want to hurt any of our patients, but if we had to we would take them down. They all had their stun guns drawn which told me that she was hostile. I guess I should have known. Everybody's hostile right now. I looked at my guys and said, "To the riot room." The riot room is the place where our heavy duty gear is stored. We hardly ever need it, but in certain occasions, like now, we do. Within 5 minutes we were back and ready to rock. The gear was hot, but livable. Heavy riot gear wasn't meant to be comfortable. Now the showdown with Sadie was ready to commence.

O.O.C. here guys. I hope this helps make up some of my lateness.

[Bianca Bartlett]

*Bianca never got an answer for her question about the toast as it was about this time that all hell seemed to break loose. Some twit in a freaky looking outfit began raving on about stars before she broke into a belting rendtion of “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” that sounded more like a tomcat yowling at the moon. Bianca watched in disgust as the nurses rushed to her side as she collapsed on the floor in a foetal position.

~Yeah.. THAT they pay attention to.. but do they give a flying fuck that I have to eat this fucking slop while THAT bitch over there gets toast!?!~

Her jade eyes flicked to Tanasha but her sight was blocked by the arrival of Lord Fattington. Bianca didn’t look up to acknowledge him, merely heard him mutter checkmate to The Monkey before he seemed to be accosted by one of the guards. Whoever had started the incident, it was Lord Fattington that had the guard on the floor in seconds, before he strode towards the door. Bianca watched out of the corner of her eye as he was joined by two guards out in the hallway.

~That aint gonna be pretty.. ~ she muttered.

Slowly a whisper reached her ears, as the word was passed nervously around the room. The dreaded Box. Bianca arched a sculptured brow as she looked back to see the singing star freak going up against the nurses and some orderlies. For some reason, the woman clearly thought her outfit was not only ugly but also quite a hindrance, as she quickly disposed of the garment until she was standing there naked. Bianca rolled her eyes and muttered

~Attention whore..~

as the naked woman ran out of the room and into the hallway, where she could hear Lord Fattington yelling about something. All of this happened in seconds, but it was quickly thrown from her thoughts as The Monkey warned her to prepare herself and he threw the table over her head. Ducking in time, Bianca sighed and muttered ~Fuck this~ before she slid off her chair and made her way quickly to the cafeteria. Scooping up three more spoons, Bianca added it to the two she had stolen from her and The Monkeys breakfast, and slid them up inside the sleeve of her sweatshirt. With the guards’ attention diverted, it was easy for her to slip out of the open doorway long before anyone would notice she was gone. Standing in the hallway, Bianca cast a curious glance to the right where Lord Fattington and Sadie had gone before she turned to the left and made her way quickly to her cell. As she walked she kept an eye out for cameras and kept her body hunched over so that she appeared to have a stomachache. It was the only way she could explain her trip to her cell if the big kahuna should view the tapes. She doubted that a sick girl going to her cell to lay down would warrant such attention when a full on riot was going on, but there was no such thing as being too careful.

Reaching her cell, Bianca had to jump inside quickly as the alarm was sounded and all the doors in her part of the building were locked shut, the door of her own room included. A slight smile slid into a smirk as she pushed her hood back to reveal the long dark braid that tumbled down her back. The locked doors meant that she was guaranteed complete privacy – exactly what she needed. Retrieving her small radio from its hiding place, Bianca tuned it to her favourite station and slipped out of her sweatshirt. Dropping it on the bed, she pulled out the spoons and walked over to her far wall, dropping the spoons under the small box that passed as her window. Standing on tiptoe to unpin her large poster of Janis Joplin, she laid it carefully on her bed, before turning to examine her handiwork.

The hole in the wall was getting deeper, but she would have to make it wider if she hoped to fit through it one day. Grabbing one of the spoons, Bianca dropped down on her knees and began to dig at the hard but slightly crumbling plaster walls. While the others wasted their energies on rocking the establishment, Bianca focused her attention on the only thing that mattered. Getting out of here. *

[Lord Fattington]

Lord Fattington could hear her approaching before she made herself known by continuing the song he had in his head. He was calm, despite the fact that his thoughts were just invaded, So you like to be in a person's head ey? Lord Fattington then let all of the thought patterns of the animals he had assumed the form of surface, and scramble his own thoughts underneath it all. He had no doubt that eventually she would be able to sift through the choas in his head, but it would be interesting to see how long it took her.

"You are welcome to tag along if you so desire." Lord Fattington never looked at her just kept focused on the hall infront of him. He had lost all fear, he knew he would never see the one he loved again. Since that realization, nothing seemed to matter any more, death lost it's impact. Now he was focused on making the ones responsable pay, no matter the cost. Sharply his head jerked up, "Do you hear that? It sounds like we are going to have some company."

Lord Fattington turned to face Sadie, taking in her naked body, somthing he would have once looked at differently, but now it was merely to study it. He then began shifting, taking on her form perfectly. "They are going to have a hell of a time with this." Even the voice was identical to Sadie's.

[† The Jaxness †]

All at once, her presence in Lord Fattington's head was crowded among many thoughts and feelings. Though they didnt take the place of a normal person's thoughts, but that of animals. Feeling the essence of blood lust, rage, and many different animal instincts, Sadie sifted through them, overcoming the different feelings of the many different forms he had taken in the execution of the guards.

At his invitation to tag along, she recieved his feelings of numbness along with it. Smirking though he was facing the hallway, she read this thoughts on never again getting to see the one he loved, therefore everything was nothing to him. His only feelings were that of hatred and revenge. Her thoughts dropped as he mentioned the noises all around the hallway, coming from several different rooms, stating that they would, in fact, be getting company very soon.

Before she could reply, he turned to face her, taking in the fact that she was nude. Stopping for a moment, she looked at his eyes as he took the sight in, though not as any other male would. It was as if he were studying her physical structure, skin texture, bone placement and such. Before she could voice her opinions, she instantly knew what he was doing.

Seeing his body change so drastically, it came as a bit of a shock to Sadie, for she had never witnessed anything such as this. Sure, on the streets there were things that parents tried to keep their precious children away from, drug dealers, and pimps with their whores. But before this, she had never seen a being who would so easily change their shape. As she looked on, she stood facing an exact mirror image of herself. Hair the same color, texture. Eyes the same deep, dark blue. Hell, he even mimicked the smirk on her face.

As he spoke, his voice could easily have been mistaken for hers. Bringing the most evil of smiles to her own face, she reveled in what could come of this. Agreeing, the guards, nurses, and whoever else tried to stopped them would have one hell of a time trying to figure this one out.

Looking at her newfound 'clone', her mind worked quickly. Peering down the hallway, spotting several doors and passageways, she tried to interpret the best way to go, having come down this same hallway to go into the rec room this morning. From the very end, at the right was a door, leading to several of the other patients' rooms. Knowing this would be of no use, since the park had gone on lockdown, the windows and doors would be sealed without hopes of going through them.

Sighing with frustration, she turned back to her mirror image, thinking of how this could be used to their advantage.

"Well this certainly makes things more interesting, and sure as hell alot more fun. Sadly, I've only been in this damn about a week, and I can't really say I know my way around. Hopefully you have some information or ideas to offer."

Once again, she felt some waves in her head. Closing her eyes, she heard from a distance far off, some men setting themselves up with weapons, preparing themselves for a showdown with her. With no attempt to control it, Sadie burst out in an evil fit of laughter, finding the idea funny that they were preparing themselves with weapons that couldn't protect them from what Sadie planned on doing to them, unless they were fit in killing her before she got her hands on them.

"Whatever we do, haha, we better make it quick, some nice people nearby are dressing up for a party..."

[Rayn]

Gathering his breath and putting out his cig, Chayne stood up to find himself in a room that had no exit. Except one. He faintly remembered a door that the nurse, who had left her purse behind, ran out of. Wondering whether that door was also sealed off, he glanced over in the direction of the door. He couldn't see it, though he had come to a decision.

"What the hell, I'll be lucky to get out of here anyways", he said to himself and started walking towards the door.

Jumping over the counter, he saw the door closing, seemingly delayed from the lockdown. Running faster with desperation, he was two seconds too late as the door slammed in his face. He grabbed the knob and rammed into the door with his shoulder, but the only result was an excrutiating pain running through the right side of his body. Taking a step back, panting, he took in the appearance of the door. Three hinges, metal doorknob, body of wood...

"How the hell could I have been so STUPID!" he yelled, slapping himself on the forehead.

He took out the metal lighter, and ignited it with a quick snap of his thumb. Using his right hand, he drew a rectangle with his forefinger, the manipulated fire copying his exact movements. The glowing rectangle of fire hovered in the air in front of Chayne seemingly awaiting for its masters command.. In order to increase the rectangle to the size he needed, he would have to use both of his hands, so he pocketed the lighter. Holding his hands in front of him, fingers stretched out, thumbs connecting, he drew his hands apart while his right went northeast and his left going northwest. The rectangular flame stretched to the size about half of the size of the door.

"Good enough" he muttered to himself.

Taking a few steps back, he "shoved" his hands forward, pushing the flame into the door. The door sizzled with the heat, the yellow light being fused with the green light that was emitting from his tattoo and eyes. The flame had penetrated the door, leaving behind only a trace of blackened wood from where the fire burned through.

"Haha victory!" He whispered to himself in a dramatic voice. He laughed even louder at the thought of being dramatic at a time like this.

"This would make one hell of a soap opera" he murmurred.

Clapping his hands to extinguish the flame, he climbed through the opening to find himself in one of the many hallways of this hellhole. The dim lights glowing along with the green he shone from himself, he started down the hallway, hoping not to run into any trouble, though that chance was highly doubtful. He passed door upon door, upon door, each having different names in black. Examination Room, Rehabilitation Room, Silent Room...

He had no idea where he was going. Either he had to find someone to help him out, which would most likely be some nurse or some deranged psychopath, or he would have to do some more killing. Either way was fine to him, just as long as he escaped.

"I WILL get out of this place. I don't care how, but I WILL." He said to himself.

[Catrux]

Lord Fattington: Lord Fattington admired his work for a moment. It was his first time taking on the form of another human. A thought crossed his mind, If i can hear the thoughts of the animals, would I be able to hear hers now? He began digging through his mind searching for an unfamiliar thougth pattern. (its your choice if he is able to or not)

Sadie: As she entered his mind once more, she found similiar thoughts to her own, thought not entirely. It also intrigued her to whether or not that as he obtained her form, if he also obtained her powers. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she concentrated harder then normal, sifting through all the levels and waves in his head. After a moment, she felt as he tried to determine whether or not he could read her as he did the animals. Now safe in her own mind, she concluded that even as he appeared her identical, it was only a physical likeness. He had not gained her mental skills.

Lord Fattington: The sounds of foot steps drawing nearer snapped him out of his search. He began trying to figure out the best way to attack the guards with this new advantage, should they both act like her or for a possibly even more confussing twist both act like him. Lord Fattington was growing used to having her in his mind, it didn't matter much to him. Just then a thought occured to him and he walked just out of the guards line of sight, surely Sadie would do the same. Then once the guards would come near first one of them would walk out then the other. After the moment of surprise the two of them would attack.