.:\|ASYLUM|/:. {Invite Only}

[Sacred Sin]

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Brooke heard Aza's voice, and she looked up, the blood flowing freely. "I...I can't take this anymore..." She whispered, her spirit broken. "I want to die Aza...they do such horrible things..." She couldn't continue and burst into tears again, shaking her head and splattering crimson on the spotless, white floor. The holes near her temple were clearly visible on both sides, gruesome evidence of the torture the girl had been through. She tore at her blond hair, rocking back and forth, vision clouded and blurred by the tears that spilled endlessly.

The screams of other patients echoed throughout the hallway, along with the whirrings of machines, clinking of chains, slap of straps across skin, and a whole collection of other malicious sounds. Each made her wince, a constant reminder of what everyday brought. "They laughed at me...laughed as they drilled..." She whispered, blue eyes growing so wide they looked like separate moons. The entire experience was replayed in her mind with painful clarity, almost as if she was reliving the test.

A fierce draw towards that door rang through her again. The one that led to the depths of the Asylum. No doubt death or insanity awaited down there for anyone who was desperate enough. It suddenly seemed like the best place in the world, an escape from the terrible reality of this place.

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

"Brooke, don't say that. Don't ever say that. I know they do horrible things, and we suffer for it most of the time. I know they don't understand what we can and can't do and that they are sick people. Everyday I wish the same thing but I tell myself I won't give in to their madness. I won't go insane. Neither should you." Aza said, rubbing her wrists before putting her hands in BK's and helping her up. Her sweeped some hair out of the girls face and managed a small smile, before noticed her temples. "You know, my dad told me a story about a man whose hand he held while the man died. Dad told me that the man had asked my Father not to tell his brother he was crying as he lay there, he was just laughing on the wrong side of his face. I often think of that when they throw me out of the lab. They most go home, crying. Knowing what they do is wrong. They're just laughing on the wrong side of their face." Deciding it was best not to talk about it anymore, Aza nodded. "Come on. Lets get away from here."

Aza hated what they did to people in this place. One time, they nearly nailed Aza's hands, knee's and collorbones to a chair to see if Aza could still concentrate. But AJ hurt them all that day. She regretted it. Even when it was to them. Somedays she couldn't bare it so she just ended up hurting herself. Aza struggled to keep her eyes away from the girls temples. Instead, she tore off both of her jacket sleeves and then threw the rest of the jacket on the ground, now wearing a top. Carefully, Aza wrapped them around Brooke's head, gentle and cautious not to go rough. When she finished she simply pulled BK into a hug, feeling rather hurt and in pain herself now.

[OneSmartChicken]

{{ I'm actually kind of disappointed by my characters' lack of insanity. Although, Levy's basically a sociopath and Lil's not exactly on her rocker, neither of them satisfy my own insanity.
And don't worry too much about messing up my plans; everything's just off the top of my head anyway. XD }}

Levy turned her head to watch them drag another kid in--a much older kid, but still a kid in Levy's aged-beyond-her-years eyes. She bowed her head again, closing her eyes as she listened to the girl's cry of pain. They'd dropped her of course. She swallowed as she was forced to focus on the boy's sounds, his little whimpers and sobs. What she wouldn't give for super strength right then, to break down this wall and protect him. All she could do was watch him until they came out, and she didn't want to watch.

Slowly she slid to the ground, tucking her legs in so she wouldn't trip anyway. Closing her eyes, she grabbed the ethereal feeling that always hovered behind her closed lids. Sometimes it was hard to stay in her body, which was why she meditated with her eyes open. Not that she'd never accidentally slipped away with her eyes open. But it was safer usually, easier to stay inside. Nowadays she could even sleep with them open.

She stared down at her limp body, at the white curls falling into her face, hiding her eyes. She pursed her lips then slid through the wall, wincing as she brushed past bits of iron. Little pieces made her hurt, worse than bruises and shots ever had. It felt like every time she touched one it stole a little bit of her soul. After this place, she'd never be whole again. But she was sure as heck getting out.

Levy stopped inside the room and stared at the shadow she'd nearly walked into. She looked around at the others, flitting about in panics or rages. There was another little kid here, probably no older than the boy. She'd mumbled about demons before. Levy wondered if this was what she saw. She shook it off and skirted around them, disinclined to touch them, heading for the boy. She hesitated as she saw the girl, then kept moving to stand protectively in front of the boy. Not that it was likely to help, but she couldn't stop herself. She had to do something.

{{ Lol Levy doesn't know anyone's names--and yay having her think about Lilith as a 10 year old. XD }}

"There's nothing down there but demons. They'd take their time killing you. Don't go down there. It's bad down there. Very bad," she whispered, staring down the stairs with fear in her eyes. The fox whined as she hugged him with shaking arms, drawing desperately on his meager comfort. She squeezed her eyes shut, bowing her head, as she heard them take Brooke away. She hated this place. She hated it so much. The spirits had rusted things at her request, terrorized the orderlies in their sleep, but she didn't have the energy to make her request as strong as it needed to be. What could she do, really? She was just a little medium, a stupid girl who didn't know anything.

She shivered. Was it cold in there? She wasn't sure, but she had to fight back shivers so it probably was. Maybe not literally, but there was definitely coldness there. She swallowed and reached out automatically for something comforting, something to hold that wasn't a fox no one else could see--she found the edge of Damon's shirt. Instantly she latched on, like the child she appeared to be and was on the inside; she'd been there since she was a child after all. She'd been there far too long. She only knew her age because of what the orderlies said.

Her fingers curled into a tight little fist around Damon's shirt, body leaning slightly towards him, uncertain. Scared. Not of him, not of them. The stairs were terrifying. She could feel the demonized spirits lurking down there, waiting hungrily for the day she lost her composure and went down there, the day she tripped in one way or another and found herself at the bottom of those stairs. They would always be there, biding their time. She no longer had the confidence that she could exorcise them. And besides, even if she did manage to free them from their evil, there was something else there. Something that wasn't spirit. Something that fell outside of her jurisdiction, something she had no chance against.

{{ Bah. I liked Levy's better than Lil's. And yes, I dub her Lil when ooc. P: }}

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

.:.Jasmine "Jazzie" Nadez.:.

I continued walking down the hallway, dragging my feet along the floors. I sighed, and turned my head up at the ceiling. What would of happened if Damon hadn't stopped me? I bit my lip and pressed my back against the wall, sliding weakly to the floor. My head throbbed, and my body ached with the effort I put into that scene.
My eyelids suddenly felt heavy...and the hallways were spinning. That was never a good sign. I pressed my fingers to my temples and gritted my teeth. Just then the loud, and utterly annoying sound of high heels clicking against the floor peirced my eardrums. It got louder and louder, until the stupid 'click. click. click.' drowned out everything. I wanted to hiss at this nurse and claw her eyes out, but my increasingly tired body wouldn't allow it.
"According to this chart, it's time for your test." She whispered in her perfect little voice. She grabbed my arm, and began hauling my thing frame down the hallway. The seditive. The seditive took affect.

[Serena]

((May I have a recap? o^o Four pages of epic-win posts is hard to catch up with..))

[Hargreaves]

((A bunch of people freaked out in the hallways. Damon, Lilith, and Lysander are standing near the creepy stairs, and Raquel was brought in to help Bonifaz or something like that. Aza's comforting Brooke because she had holes drilled in her skull.))

Lysander

Lysander heard more screams and watched the people around him fight like enemies. He saw Aza, a girl he'd always thought of as a friend, using her power to torture Jack. He wanted to scream- "Stop it! Stop it!"- but he was frozen. Instead, he shook his head vigorously, pressing his cold hands to his face in an effort to fight off the emotion that was overwhelming him. These people were kids! They could be his friends! And yet, they were fighting with each other as if they were bitter enemies. He wanted to tell them that they should be working together, to comfort each other and stay strong, but he couldn't. If he opened his mouth, he feared, he would cry.

Why was it like this? Even Lysander knew he wasn't any different. He had harbored angry and resentful feelings towards some of the doctors and nurses- and even the kids. He tried to be kind, to be tolerant and understanding, but why did these people have to make it so hard? The truth was, Lysander was just as selfish as the rest of them. He had performed in the tests, obediently demonstrating his evil power like the doctors wanted. Didn't that mean that he was just like them? Guilt by association, right? If that was true, then everything he stood for made him a hypocrite. Briefly, his thoughts flashed back to his old nickname from childhood. Ly. That was exactly it; he was a lie.

Lysander slowly backed away, pressing up against the opposite wall, and slid down until he was huddled with his knees pressed up to his chin. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to breathe deeply, and not concentrate on anything else- not the doctor who came into the hall to take someone away, not the fighting, not even the people just talking, until finally the hall was quiet again.

Slowly, Lysander looked up, focusing on the people right in front of him. Damon and Lilith were standing at the edge of the stairs, the girl with her hands clutching at the tall boy's shirt. She seemed terrified of the steps, something Lysander understood completely. He forced himself to walk forward, ignoring the pull of the steps. Soundlessly, he came to stand next to Lilith and rested a gentle hand on her shoulder.

((Oh, God. Suckishness.))

[Serena]

((Ah, okay, thanks a lot! ^^))

~!Bonifaz Detlef!~
In a weak attempt to get out of this chair, the blond-haired boy pulled his arms towards him. Though, nothing moved, his brain send the signals to his arm, but it refused to do anything. He was but a mere boy, how could he have the strength to move? His pale-blue eyes were reddened by the amount of tears that had welled up in them and streamed out.

In the amount of stress and panic he felt, he didn't notice the girl that was also brought in. All that he saw were the shadowy figures of his 'friends', obviously pained by the fact his imagination was, so to speak, 'flipping out'. He caught a glimpse of the phoenix from earlier, flying in hysterical circles.

He gripped the arm-rests with his hand as he bit his lip to try and calm himself, failing miserably.
However, there was a new calmth in the room. He realized very well that it wasn't him, and his hysterical crying quickly fell back to saddened sobs. The boy looked up, peeking through the blond-locks and strands of his hair, covering his pale-blue eyes, the white now red. In his blurred vision, he could see a girl, a girl with black hair. He blinked a few times as he loosened his grip on the arm-rests, the white disappearing from his fingers.

As the boy had calmed down, he gently opened his mouth to speak, but soon closed it again as he felt he lump was still there. The smudges of coloured 'mist', his imaginary friends, had calmed down and had faded to even more vague 'mist' or disappeared in all. His eyes kept watching the girl, wanting to talk to her, for she was the only face that he had seen so far that hadn't done anything to make him cry, but he couldn't force a single word over his lips.

((Braindead for Benedicte.. *kicks her around* I shall find something for her... In a moment XD))

[Harpy•]

{{Hey guys, I know this might seem annoying, but could y'all hold up for a bit? I'm really busy at the moment, and I'd love to reply to everything, but I don't really have the time to. xS}}

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

{Hey guys, sorry but I'm going to be away this week from today, Sunday, till Saturday. Please don't go too far!}

[Hargreaves]

((Bump...?))