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◆Inside the Asylum
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Cell Block C-E1
Sophia woke up from the chloroform. Her head was spinning and everything seemed, well, even more distorted than what it really was. "My daddy's going to come and get me." She muttered under her breath. Laughing, the voice replied, "Sure honey. Sure." She had that voice in her head, it was always there, mocking her. She slapped her hands on the floor, "Don't laugh at me! He'll come." Sophia raises her voice before looking down at her hands. Bugs. Everywhere, crawling all over her skin. She let out a scream and jumped back, like she was trying to get away from herself. "Get them off!"
"My daddy loved me." She said brushing her arms rapidly, trying to get the bugs off. "No, they took me from him, he was protecting me from them who took my mother." She continued wiping off her arms, legs, and almost every place she could see those little black flesh eating bugs. "I'm not a fool. You're the idiot. Get these bugs off of me? Are you just going to sit there?" She yelped and started wiping off her neck, "Get them off of me. Get them off! Help me! Don't you see they're killing me? " She started sobbing as she tried to remove the bugs the were starting to cover her body.
"I don't know where Emily is, and I don't know who Emily is! Sophia slipped her hand against the floor again and continued crying. "We're all going to die. I bet they killed Emily, and now they're coming for us." She looked down at the bugs pooling up at her feet. "Oh god I'm going to die." She reached down and tried flicking the bugs away. "Where's Alice when you need her?" Sophia mumbles softly, the voice in her head smirking. "Obviously, not here. She's left you for the dead. All the bugs are going to eat you. Slowly pulling apart each piece of flesh, and then gorging out your eyeballs. They'll eat apart your organs until you're completely gone." As she listened to the voice, as she started screaming, covering her ears. "No!" She screamed covering her ears, trying not to hear it.
Sophia continued screaming, but removed her hands from her ears, now trying to get off all the bugs that were crawling on her. She didn't mind the sound of her own screaming, much more occupied with the beetles that, in her mind, were starting to eat at her. Her legs and arms were starting to bleed as the little beetles started munching away at her flesh, more and more climbing on her. She could hear the voice in her head laughing, and it just made her scream louder to block it out. Sophia knew this was probably the work of them. Them who had taken her mother away, and killed her. Now she was going to die as well.
Sophia froze for a few seconds, looking down at where Maggie was touching her before screaming at the top of her lungs as she closes her eyes. She didn't like it here, and this girl was one of them, and she was going to be the bugs. Sophia didn't open her eyes, as she continued to scream, not listening to the other girl. "Let go of me... You're one of them... The bugs are eating me!" Sophia screamed, her voice starting to crack. Usually she didn't scream this much, but the new place, and new people made her much more agitated than she usually was.
Sophia went quiet as she landed on the straw, the momentum knocking her to the ground. She looked up at Maggie with wide eyes, she'd never seen someone so mad at her. The only person she'd ever actually seen had been her father, and he'd never even touched her to pat down a hair. "She hates you. She's going to kill you now. Look what you did. She'll send more bugs on you." Pushing herself up, she puts her hand up to her head. Taking it off she looks at it, a sticky bit of blood stuck on her fingers. She gapes at it, looking between it and Maggie. Sophia couldn't find her voice to scream again, and instead just whimpered as she put her hand back up to the bleeding wound. "Bye Bye Sophia. You're going to die now."
Sophia whimpered, coughing as she tried to get her voice back to scream. She could feel the blood on her fingers, and the wound on her head was pounding. The bugs had disappeared only because her mind had now chosen to focus on the head wound. "I'm going to die!" She says, as she started to cry. "Dead. Dead. Dead Sophia." Sophia held out her bloody fingers to the other girls, "Look. Look at this. I'm going to die." She whimpered, tears running down her face.
Ethan couldn't help but roll his eyes as he walked down the aisle with heavy boots, letting the footsteps resound for them in warning of his approach. "What the bloody fuck is going on?" he snarled past the keening of one of the prisoners.
Sophia turned to the man, raising her voice, not yet a scream, but still loud. "I am going to die. Look at this. They'll feed on it. I'm going to die." She voice was panicked and she looked at Maggie, whimpering. She put her hand up to her head again, her eyes wide. She went quiet listening to the voice in her head. "Nobody cares. You're nobody. They just want to come and take you and kill you with their little bugs. You. Are. Worthless. Look at her, she made your head bleed. No one likes you." At that Sophia screams again, curling up, as she felt her head pound. They were coming, and she was just dying. No one cared enough to help. Maybe her voice was right, no one liked her.
((we can just play till sora gets here))Ethan looked at Sophia with a mix of pity and disgust. "'Ye ain't gonna bloody die girl, not here anyways."
"Please please please." She said, sobbing, not able to scream again. She'd wore out her voice, and now could just cry. "I'm going to die. Someone's got the help me. They're coming. Please." She crawled over to the bars, sticking her small hand covered in blood through one of the holes. "My head hurts. And they'll be back soon." She looked up at him, tears sliding down her cheeks. She didn't like it here, she didn't like not having her father. She was just alone here, and no one cared that they were going to come. She was hurt, going through pain, but she just wanted to not die.
Ethan shifted from one foot to another, hesitating, looking down the hall. Sighing, he gracefully lowers into a crouch so he is eye to eye with the girl, and bravely takes her hand once, despite the blood.
"Listen, girl," he hissed, "You are not going to die, not here anyways. But if you keep that up, then you will. Quit your whining and crying, it'll draw unwanted attention." he glances around, and then in a low voice, says "I had a cousin...well, long story short, the more you try to block...the voices out...the louder they get. Embrace them, girl...they are part of you."
He then jerks his hand free and stands back up.
((How is THAT for a plot twist XD ))
She gently pulled back her hand, and looked up at him with wide eyes. "I don't have.. voices. You don't know anyway. I'm going to die and you don't bloody care." Sophia had stopped crying in surprise, and went quiet. He didn't know about her voices. He couldn't. Plus he didn't know what they said. They mocked her, and they affected every choice she made. She peered at him strangely, and put her hand back on her head. Despite him being so harsh to her, she had chosen to accept him as her almost 'father' figure. She'd do whatever he said, and would choose to be 'decent' around him. She needed someone to conform to, someone to trust, and since her father was gone, she had ultimately put all her trust in him. "I don't even know your name. How do you know what they tell me?"
Ethan chuckles softly, so as not to startle her, meeting his gaze. "I don't know what they say, little one...But I can read it in your eyes..."
"What does it look like then? If you can read it in my eyes." She starts brushing off her arms, her paranoia starting to come back." "And what do I do so my head doesn't hurt any more?" She looked up at him, putting her complete trust in him. Sophia looked down, and swallowed, seeing the little bugs that had started to crawl up her legs again. Quickly she starts rubbing her legs, starting to cry again. "I'm going to die." She was starting to come back to her old self, delusions distracting her again.
Ethan studies the girl for awhile, rubbing the stubble on his jaw. The clinic liked their Chasers clean shaven, but Ethan was never good at keeping up with the rules. "I see fear, flashes of anger, panic, and coldness," he murmurs after a while, studying her eyes. "I don't know who is Sophia and who are the others, but your eyes...they contain so much...pain...agony that one person alone cannot hold..."
He pauses, glancing around. "Those voices are a part of you, girl. Are they bitter or sweet towrds you?"
She tilts her head, watching him, pursing her lips. "I'm not scared. Or angry. You don't know anything." She snaps quickly. How did he know what she felt? She felt weird around him, he was just looking at her, and knowing her in a instant."My name is Sophia. How did you know that? I didn't tell you." She bit her lip, still brushing off her legs. "The voices aren't nice. They tell me that I'm not worth it. And no one cares about me. I know my daddy cares though." She frowns, starting to scratch her legs, "These bugs won't come off!"
Ethan shrugs. "I'm good with what I know, and what I know are humans and their behaviors, their slightest cues. The tilt of your head, the flicker behind your eyes as you try to conceal your anger..." A coy smile.
"And I know your name because sadly, I am one of the higher up Chasers around here, and at some point, probably devised your capture." A look of regret crosses his face, and he mutters something about wishing he could take it all back.
Reaching through he gently grabs her wrist. "Sophia...Soph...stop itching. They aren't there...but to make them go away...open the link..."
Sophia pulled her hands away from him, scratching her legs harder. "They are there! Don't tell me they aren't, I can see them." She glares at him, and looks down at her legs. She'd ripped her stockings that she had been forced into, it also looked like she'd scratched so hard her legs were bleeding. Sophia dropped her hands and looked up at him. "I'm sorry, but you don't understand. They're coming to get me. You have to help me." Sophia looked down, staring at her bleeding legs. She didn't even feel the pain, she was too busy blocking it out.
Many emotions flickered through Ethan's gaze; pity, hate, anger, sadness, and some indescribable feelings to go along with it. It started low in his gut, and traveled outward until his hands were gripping the bars, hard, his fists around the metal, his knuckles white."Help you? Help you?!" He spluttered, and forced himself to take a deep breath, relaxing his shoulders. "What do you think I'm DOING? You just have to listen." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping lower. "You want help? Then LISTEN to me, girl. Open. The. Link!
"Open what link? There's no link! It's just them coming for me. Just like they did with my mom." She leaned forward, "They killed her." She whispers, tapping his white knuckles. She smiled softly, her paranoia growing with each moment. She felt weird, wanting to trust him, but what he was saying didn't make any sense. "I don't have long. I don't want to die." Sophia rubbed her bloody legs, "My head's red, my legs are red, my hands are red. Too much red."
Ethan reaches through, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him in the eyes. "THE link...that little barrier between you and the voices? What you use to block them out? That one."He then reaches down and grabs her hands. "Shh. Stop itching. The only way to make the...bugs...go away...is to open the link, while also controlling your own functions. Focus on the link, not the bugs."
She tries to pull away from him, but he was making her look at him so she just blinked. "To get away from the bugs and voices? The bugs I usually fight of, but for the voices I have to focus on something else. That's hard though." She starts absentmindedly rubbing her arms now, trying to get the bugs off of him. "I can't focus off the voice and bugs though." She knew it was too hard, so she didn't even try anymore. In the beginning she did try to stop the voices, but people started avoiding her for some strange reason. Sophia continued rubbing her arms, watching him with interested eyes.
Ethan studies the girl some more, tightening his grip on her chin so she can't look away. "I am going to hit you. Hard. On the head. Your job is to focus on the voices; open the barrier, embrace it - the voices. You have to focus JUST on the voice - leave the bugs to me. Do you understand?"
Sophia's eyes widened, and she squirmed, taking her hands and trying to loosen his grip on her chin. "No no no no no. I don't want to get hit. I don't want to open to the voices! They're mean. I don't want to!" She closes her eyes, continuing to utter no. "No I won't. Don't hit me. My daddy never hit me, no one has hit me." She grips his wrists, digging her nails into them. "Please don't." She pleads, not wanting to be hit. "I don't want to die." He's going to kill you, we're going to kill you. Haha, look who's back. Sophia, Sophia, you can't block me out forever. Stop focusing on him. Sophia starts crying again, hearing the voice.
Ethan could feel the fear radiating off of her. "Shh, shh," He murmured, loosing his grip a bit, only to stroke her hair. He gently guided her head up again, to meet her gaze, his own eye gentle and kind. "I won't hurt you. It's just to recalibrate some things in your brain. As for those voices, tell them to speak to me, eh?" He gives a friendly wink.
Fate shook her head, pulling back from his hands. Tears were still splashing on her cheeks, but she ignored them, and let them splash on clothes. "No. My brain with die then. And they won't speak to you. Plus I won't let them. They're back now. They just want me dead." She frowned, watching him. "It won't hurt?" She says, quietly, trying to trust him. He wouldn't hurt her, right?
"You wont feel a thing," he promised. "I had to do it on my sister..." he cuts off, swallowing hard when he realized he had given away too much. "I know I look like the bad guy to you....I am a chaser, but I do know what I am doing." He sighs, searching her gaze. "Listen. Your brain will not die. All it will do is straighten some of the synapis so the bugs disappear - the hallucinations will be gone - and then we can tackle those voices, eh?"
He suddenly gives a disarming smile. "What do you say?"
"Your sister?" She asked before going quiet. Sophia didn't know he had a sister, but she didn't even know his name. "You don't look like the bad guy. They are the bad guy, not you." She blinks rapidly, "But if the bugs disappear, what will they send to get me? What hallucinations? What do you mean? Why do we have to do this?" He acted like she was sick and seeing things, but she wasn't sick in her mind. For her, the bugs existed. Sophia gave a small nod, "Maybe after you answer my questions."
Ethan chuckled, resisting caressing her face. Oh how she reminded him of his little sister..."Ethan," he murmured. "You can call me Ethan. And Sophia...Soph, you have to trust me, ok? I did this all the time with my little sister...Nobody will come to get you, ok? I promise. I...I'll protect you, ok? I swear. Sophia I swear."
Reaching and gripping her hand tight, he suddenly felt the need to protect her in his gut, and every fiber of his being wanted to earn her trust. If only there was a way to convey it to her.
Sophia closed her eyes, and sighed. She didn't know what to do, and wanted to let him do if it would help. "Ethan, I trust you, but where's your little sister now then? Dead, right? She's dead, I'm going to be dead, they're going to come. You can't protect me if you can't see even the bugs." After a few seconds she bit her lip, "Will it last forever? Will I go and blackout? I guess though, if you think it's the right thing to do." Sophia gave a small nod, watching him with wide eyes.
Ethan chuckled. "No, dear. Lilly is in hiding..." Sighing, he goes into his brief story.
"About two years ago, Lilly was admitted to this very asylum for the same reason you are here. Long story short, I busted her out, and now..." Blinking, he leans in closer. "There are many like you, Sophia, and...they are in hiding. They are living happily, with our without the voices. And I protect all of them. It's why I got this job....to help, Sophia. To get those who don't belong here OUT."
Sophia gave a small nod as he launches into a story. "And what reason am I here for?" She interrupts him to ask her question, but lets him continue with his story. "And I don't belong here?" She asked quietly. Sophia didn't even know what this places was. She was just chloroformed and brought here, and didn't even know the name of the place. "What even is this place? Why are we locked up?" She gasps and look at him, serious. "Is this a prison?" Sophia didn't want this to be a prison, but with the bars, it was starting to prove to her that she was indeed locked up. For reasons unknown, she was here, and she didn't want to be.
Ethan smiles kindly. "You are here simply, because you are misunderstood and people have a hard time accepting you for what - or who- you are. That is all."
"I'm misunderstood?" Sophia looks at him, tilting her head. Sophia was easy to understand, but you had to think like Sophia. "You didn't tell me where we are though. Where are we?" She reaches forward, and puts her hand through the metal, gently takes his hands. "Will you tell me?" She looks down, and runs her fingers over the palms of his hands. She wondered what it was like on the other side of the bars. Were there bugs on the other side? What was it like. "I like your hands." She smiled softly then looked up, "Now, tell me where we are." She bounces eagerly, pleading.
Ethan gently strokes her knuckles. "A mental ward," he says gently.
"A mental ward?" Sophia didn't know what it was, but it seemed a lot like a prison. Why would they have bars to keep people in? Or maybe... it was supposed to keep people out! "Is that supposed to be to keep them from getting to us?" Sophia smiled at him lightly, and looked down, still rubbing his palms with her thumbs. "When can I come out of here? I want to see my daddy." Sophia bites her lip, thinking of her father.
(Tiana??))Ethan hesitates. "Soon, perhaps we will see your daddy...but before that can happen, you have to trust and listen to me, and if I say something you need to do it. Ok?" He squeezes her hand.
((Sadly, I'm outta here again - work tomorrow, gotta hit the hay early. Nighty!))
((Sorry! >.< Too many rps at once! Night!))Sophia nods, and leans against the bars. "Okay Ethan. I want to come out now though. Can't we do it now?" She frowns and lightly squeezes his hands back, "I don't want to stay in here. They'll get me. The bugs are already starting to come." She could feel the bugs pooling around her, and starting to climb up her, and eat her. But she ignored them and focused on Ethan. "I don't want them to get me. I want to leave now."
Ethan settles her down by stroking her hair a bit. "Not now, we can't leave now. I am still planning, it has to be careful, ok? And we need to fix the bugs...Are you ready for me to bonk you on the head?" A kind smile.
Sophia gave a small nod, before rubbing his hands again. "Will I go black? And not see you? Will I wake up?" She didn't want him to hit her, and then she never wakes up again. That would be bad. "I want to get out of here." She tapped her fingers against his, quietly humming a random rhythm.
"You will wake up," Ethan chuckles, "Don't worry. I've done this before, remember? And I'll be right here when you wake."
Sophia slowly nodded, "So I will go black out?" Sophia knew they would get her if she was gone for too long. It would be easier for them to get inside her, and make her die. She continued humming, thinking of it. She didn't want to think of it anymore, wanted to stop before it got stuck in her, and all she could think of would be them. "So I'll go almost asleep, and then wake up?"
"yes, a short, sweet sleep," he smiles at her innocence, cursing the bars between them when all he wants to do is cradle her in his arms protectively.
She gives a small short nod, "Okay then. I trust you Ethan." Sophia slowly pulls her arms back from the bars, and lets them drop to her sides,. Looking down she stretches her fingers, "I don't like this Ethan. These bars, the bugs, them. I'm scared. What if I die?" She lets her hair fall in front of her face as she looks down. "This will work?"
He looks at her severly. "You will NOT die...not under my watch." he becons her closer. "Put your head against the bars, here."
Sophia nods slowly, "Not under your watch? I won't die." They couldn't come and get her. Sophia listened to steady breathing. They wouldn't come and get her. She takes a deep breath, putting all her trust in Ethan. "I won't die." She echoes, leaning her head on the bars. Reaching through bars, she takes one of his hands again, stroking it. "I won't die." She mumbles again, closing her eyes.
From across the room in her little corner, Jolie lay on the ground, legs bent, one arm resting across her chest. Atop her knee her signature captian hat sat, as with her free hand, she moved her limbs in graceful patterns, twisting her wrist, elbow, and fingers, her imaginary dagger singing through the air.