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◆Inside the Asylum
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Cell Block C-E1
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Sophia felt him grip her hair tightly, and squeezed her eyes shut, before she felt herself disappear. Bye... Bye... Sophia. Her legs gave out as soon as she was unconscious, and she was leaned against the wall. After quite a few minutes she awoke from it, opening her eyes and quickly crawling into a corner of the cell. She put her hands on her ears, trying to ignore the ringing. After a few seconds she scooted back over to Ethan, looking up at him. "Ethan?" She asks him quietly, setting her face between the bars, "I blacked out. Is everything okay?"
HE breathes in relief. "Yes, yes everything is ok. Are you?"
Sophia nodded slightly, taking his hands through the bars. "I think so. My head hurts from my hair, but I think I'm okay." She gives a small smile, rubbing her fingers over his knuckles. "You have nice hands." She bites her lip," I don't want to hurt anymore." She says softly, sighing as she looks down. "They're going to come back for me though." She knew they would, "My mom died, I'll die too." She'd never forget watching her mother, she was so pale. So, so, pale. They came for her mother, then her, and then or all the others. "I want to get out of here Ethan."
Ethan smiles at her compliment, letting her play with his fingers. "Soon, Sophia. Soon. Just hang in there, ok?"At the same time there is a loud clanging of boots from the hall, another Chaser walking down the hall. Ethan yanks his hand back abruptly, spinning to stand up
"I can hang in there, I can do it for a bit." She smiled, running her fingers over his knuckles. Gently setting her hands on top of his, she felt a wave of misery and anxiety wash over her. "But I want to get out soon. I want to go see my father, and not be behind these bars anymore." She sighs, and listens to the footsteps as they clomped across the hall. Ethan pulled back from her at the sound, and she extended her hands farther out to him, watching him watch the other man. "Ethan? Is it one of them? Oh god." As the thought went through her mind, her eyes widened, and she felt nauseated at the idea.
The other guard walks twords them, and Ethan forces himself to put on his bland but angry face as all guards seem to wear at this place."Markley," the guard nods as he gets closer.
"Smith," Ethan growls back, discreetly standing in front of Sophia to block the guards view.
Sophia gently reached through the bars, wrapping her fingers around Ethan's arm. "Who is he, Ethan?" She asked, her voice slightly softer. What if this man was them? The voices were telling her that. The voices were also starting to get louder, and a lot more evil, with the arrival of this other man. Peering around Ethan, she watched the man with slight interest, trying to ignore the voices in her head. They were starting to give her a headache, and she let out a soft sigh, trying to ignore the noises in her head.
Ethan desperately blocks Sophia again, discreetly shoving her back. The guard glares at them suspiciously, looking at Sophia as she speaks.
"OI! Get your hands off him, crazy cunt!" He lunges for Sophia, and Ethan reacts without thinking, blocking him.
"No!" he starts, but then realizes his folly by siding with the prisoner. He tries to scramble for an explanation.
Sophia stepped back from them, not sure if she should go back to the bars. The man seemed like one of them, and the voices were telling her that he was. Among other things as well. "Is he one of them Ethan? Is he going to kill me?" Slit your throat....you know he's going to. She raises her hand to her throat, hoping she wouldn't die. "Ethan? Why did he call me crazy?" She inched to the front corner of the cell, watching the two of them.
Ethan glanced at Sophia, trying to shut her up for her own good. Hoping she would understand, he growls. "Stand down."he then glanced at the guard, forcing a smirk. "Damn bitch thinks she's smart or something."
Victoria walked along block C, she wore her white lab coat, and had a clipboard in hand. She stopped in front of the cell, her finger skimming across the list and tapped at a certain name. "Maggie." She said aloud and then looked up. She was in the corner of the room with a red cheek. She saw the blood and instantly smiled. Her evil side had sown up to the party.
Victoria kept a kind smile on her face. "Seems like it's time for your check up dear." She unlocked the cell door with her set of keys and stood their with the door open. "If you would follow me to my office we can begin and have you back safe and sound." She gestured the direction with her clipboard.
Victoria smiled and let her hands fall in front of her. "I just go off the list. It not scheduled but that's only because sometimes patience take longer than others. Now please, to my office." Her smile never faltered because this girl didn't have any power, she knew who was in charge, and so far no one had a problem with her check ups, well maybe the inmates but who said that they counted?
Victoria locked the cell door and grab Maggie's arm roughly, taking her to her office. She knew the girl wasn't going to die, but she had a fun plans for her, but then again plans change. All of a sudden from her excitement her eyes started to glow a brighter yellow as the walked.
Aяуα wrote: "Ethan glanced at Sophia, trying to shut her up for her own good. Hoping she would understand, he growls. "Stand down."he then glanced at the guard, forcing a smirk. "Damn bitch thinks she's smart..."
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Aяуα wrote: "Ethan glanced at Sophia, trying to shut her up for her own good. Hoping she would understand, he growls. "Stand down."he then glanced at the guard, forcing a smirk. "Damn bitch thinks she's smart..."
Sophia watched the two from the corner of the cold cell. She couldn't figure out who was bad, and good. The voices in her head weren't helping her find a distinct solution, and being in the place she was couldn't help. She wrapped her fingers around two of the bars, tapping them with her nails. "I want to come out. Before the bugs come back."
Just minutes later, Olivia was shoved roughly into the cell. Landing on the ground, her tanned arms and legs were scored with several cuts and scars on them. She’d quickly learned that the chasers weren’t friendly by the time she’d gotten here, and she’d paid the price for getting angry at them when they touched her. Now she was regretting even trying to fight back, but it was part of her illness. She couldn’t do anything about it. Whimpering slightly, she crawled into the darkest corner and pulled her knees to her chest, tugging at her dress before she hid her face in her hands.
Olivia slowly lifted her head, her face stained from tears and blood. A soft whimper escaped her lips before she got up and moved to a different spot in the room, her hands still shaking slightly. “I-I-I’m sorry.” She managed with trembling lips. Part of her was starting to get mad, but it was suppressed enough at the thought of the chasers coming back and beating her until she bled. So she kept silent, holding her knees to her chest as she looked around the room, brown eyes clouded in horror and fear. She knew what she did to deserve this, but she was just so scared. Would she live here forever?
He then takes the palm of his hand into a knife hand, chopping HARD into the back of her neck. Theoetically it should =hit a nerve that recallobartes her mental state so the parts reporting hullcinations would be blocked and down.
"There," he murmeres to her unconscious figure, stroking her hair. "That should help."
He strokes her hair until she wakes.