No Title (Something I'm working on!)

[Bratterratt]

Ok, so you know how there was that Role Play about the Asylum? I don't remember what it was called, but anyway. It gave me an idea for a story, so I hope I'm not offending anyone by writing this. Anyway, I've just started. Here is the first chapter!

Chapter 1: Imprisonment

Bright lights. The steady beeping of a machine. Low, muffled voices. A soft groan slipped from Rhianna, at a dull pounding in her head.

"Doctor, it’s waking up,” –a voice called urgently and Rhianna felt the prick of a needle at her arm.

“We are finished for today. Take #11642 back to the cell,” –a razor sharp voice hissed. Rhianna felt herself being moved, then the grating sound of the barred, metal door being opened. Roughly, she was shoved onto the cold, damp floor and a locking click signaled that she was once again prisoner.

Rhianna sighed and brought up a hand to rub her sore temples. Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinking as they adjusted to the dull yellow light that flooded her cell. A warm hand touched her shoulder, startling her slightly.

“More tests?” –a low voice asked, that belonging to Gaia, in the next cell. Rhianna nodded, the cloud of sedatives too thick for speech.

Gaia drew her hand back, her blood shot eyes narrowed. Pulling her long red hair around her shoulder, the girl bottled her anger, knowing it would do no good to explode now.

“How is she?” –Gaia heard her brother’s, Demeter’s, voice ask from her thoughts.

“Exhausted and in need of some rest,” –she thought her reply shortly, shooting a rather hostile glance through the metal bars as she raked her fingernails along the side of the steel bed frame.

Demeter nodded, his understanding ways no exception now. The experiments were harsh and took a heavy toll on ones strength, often leaving you weak for days at a time. It had been worse in the beginning, though, adjusting to this life.

Demeter had been ten years old, when he and Gaia were brought to the asylum, or prison, whichever it may be. Though he did not remember even a day of his previous life, Demeter could with icy clarity recall his first operation, the beginning of his set of experiments. The pain had been almost unbearable, driving him near the point of insanity. When he finally woke up, several weeks later, he wasn’t the same. And neither was Gaia.

“The Doctor’s coming!” –a low voice alerted, coming from Sebastian. Demeter scrambled to the back of his cell and Gaia’s fists tightened, her nails biting into the flesh on her palms.

Footsteps on the solid concrete floor followed and Dr. Fey came into view. She was tall, with cruel, sharp facial features. Her hawk-like eyes looked from one cell to the next as she scrawled notes onto a clip board clenched in her talons.

“Rhianna, that’s not really necessary, now is it?” –the doctor cooed, her stabbing voice sickly sweet as she peered into what appeared to be an empty cell. The bed on which Rhianna had been lying only moments before, was now empty, or so it looked. A soft sigh breathed through the stale air of the cells and slowly, the Rhianna’s shape began to appear. A little at a time, the dark shade of her skin could be made out and the details of her grim expressioned face.

“Ah, that’s better,” –Dr. Fey drawled approvingly, as her cold, uncaring eyes examined the girl. After a moment, the doctor nodded to herself, satisfied, then scribbled something onto her clip board. With a final glance at the cells, Dr. Fey turned on her heels and began to exit.

“Hey, what about our food!” –Gaia called loudly, leaping to the front of the cell, her thin fingers wrapping tightly around the door’s bars.

The doctor stopped midstride and turned, her crazed eyes narrowed to mere slits.

“You will be fed, when you deserve it,” –the doctor hissed through clenched teeth.

Gaia’s fiery eyes flashed dangerously and steam rose slowly from her translucent, pale skin. Doctor Fey’s eyes met those of Gaia’s in an unbreakable hold, as the two fumed with repulsion. After what seemed like ages, though it was only a matter of hostile seconds, the doctor scoffed then turned and left with the loud grinding sound of the door closing behind her.

Gaia stared savagely at the door for several more intense minutes, then brought her hand up to wipe the trickle of blood that had started from the corner of her mouth. Gaia opened her mouth, releasing the grip of her teeth on her tongue.

“Sister,” –Demeter thought, scolding softly. Gaia shot her twin a nasty glance.

“Shut up.”

Demeter breathed a soft sigh, then rested his shaggy blonde head in his hands.

“Good going, Gaia,” –Sebastian mumbled from where he stood in his cell, forehead against the cool, smooth wall.

“Oh, take a hike,” –Gaia snapped, her ivory teeth clacking together, menacing. Sebastian growled softly, though more aimed at himself than any other.

Rhianna sat quietly in the corner of her cell, her dark arms wrapped tightly around her middle, listening absently to the others. Hunger, though a common feeling, seemed to be growing worse each day. Her stomach growled quietly and Rhianna’s grip tightened as she winced. The sedatives were almost completely worn off and she felt her energy returning, though the surroundings were still slightly hazy.

Footsteps yet again and several scientists entered the hallway together, whispering in hushed tones amongst themselves.

“This one’s it, #79936,” –a middle-aged male scientist muttered, stopping at Sebastian’s cell. The group of doctors peered into the shadowed room as keys and a sterile needle were produced from a white lab coat pocket.

Sebastian did not even move as the wary scientists entered his cell and flicked the needle into his lightly tanned skin. He closed his eyes tightly, his forehead wrinkling slightly as he felt the familiar dizziness begin to consume him. Sebastian felt his knees go week as he slid slowly to the floor.

“Hurry! Before it wakes up!” –a man’s voice urged, panic hinting in its tone.

Sebastian’s arms were yanked upwards as he was moved, his mind hanging onto the last little bit of consciousness. The leather straps were secured tightly, biting into his wrists and ankles. Sebastian felt himself slipping away and finally gave up trying to stay awake. Exhaustion won over and soon, he couldn’t feel a thing.

[*~Trent~*]

"The Institute"

Thats the RPs name =]

[Heather]

Keep going with the story! It's really good!

[Bratterratt]

Chapter 2: A Dream

The icy cold bit through the dirty, torn sack blanket wrapped around the little child’s shoulders. The little mud streaked face belonged to a young toddler boy, his lower lip trembling in a heart wrenching expression. Sebastian knew immediately who the child was. It was him. A young woman, dressed in simple rags, held the toddler’s tiny hand, her own thin face shadowed with worry.

Sebastian watched from the corner of an old building, the only light coming from the yellow, flickering street lamps. His mind stretched to recollect the year. Then it came to him; 1934. That had to be right, more or less. The ancient buildings loomed above him, casting shadows in the already dim, evening light. The woman knelt by the little boy, putting her delicate hands on his small shoulders.

Though Sebastian couldn’t hear what she whispered, he already knew. It may have been long ago, but those tender words were still engraved in his mind. Sebastian watched as the toddler nodded his round head and the tears streamed down the mother’s face. She wrapped her arms around the little boy in a loving embrace, then stood, pulling her emotions together.

Sebastian’s hand came up to brush his damp cheek, regretfully. Just as he did so, a movement from the shadows caught his eye. A tall, bony form stepped into the eerie, dim yellow light, looking sharply about. A dark cloak covered the person’s body and a hood masked their face from Sebastian’s sight.

No words were exchanged between the tearful mother and the person, but merely a nod. Visibly trembling, the young woman lifted the sobbing toddler into the stranger’s arms. Then, hastily she turned and disappeared, pulling her ragged coat around her shoulders and biting back the oncoming wave of tears.

The stranger’s head bent to look into the face of the little boy, then wrapped its cloak around the child. Turning to go its own way, the stranger’s hood fell back momentarily, revealing their face. It was Doctor Fey.

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Sebastian woke with a start, his arms pulling against the leather straps that secured him to the operation table. Startled cries followed as the he yanked violently on his holds. A hot, searing pain burned at his chest, the result of the latest operation. The struggling Sebastian didn’t dare try to look down at his body, knowing that whatever this surgery consisted of would only be a complete horror.

“I gave it the correct dosage, Doctor! He just… woke up!” –a worried voice exclaimed, as dozens of cold hands grasped Sebastian’s arms and legs, attempting to pin him in place.

There was no audible reply to the voice’s exclamation, but one by one, the hands moved from Sebastian’s skin, leaving him to fight on his own. Finally, opening his blood shot eyes, he looked about the room, surprised to find it empty.

A soft spraying sound erupted from somewhere, reached Sebastian’s keen ears.

“No. No!” –Sebastian called frantically, recognizing the unmistakable smell of the gas. The strongest type of sedative worked best in gas form and could keep you unconscious for days at a time.
As a last resort, Sebastian sucked in the stale air, holding his breath, though he knew it was absolutely useless. His lungs began to ache, screaming for oxygen. Red spots flashed over his vision, his body threatening to shut down completely. Finally, Sebastian breathed out, his grateful lungs pulling in a new supply of air. It didn’t take long for the sleeping gas to begin its job, overwhelming Sebastian with exhaustion. His eyes slowly blinked closed, returning him to the painful unconsciousness and the waiting operation.

[I'll keep going if it's wanted...]

[Heather]

Yes. Keep going!

[Bratterratt]

Chapter 3: Planning

“I wonder what they are doing to him in there,” –Demeter thought bitterly, his forehead drawn together, worried.

“More blood thirsty testing,” –Gaia hissed back telepathically, then muttered an unintelligible sting of curses.

Demeter gave up attempting a civilized conversation with his sister and let out a deep sigh.

“We shouldn’t have to put up with this,” –Rhianna whispered from where she still sat in her cell, “It’s not like we are animals, or livestock.”

“Try telling that to the Doctor,” –Gaia snapped, her bright orange hair falling wildly around her pale, clenched jaws.

“But would it do any good? No,” –Rhianna retorted softly, her eyes focused on the cool stone floor of the cell.

Gaia glared at the other girl, but kept her mouth shut tight.

“No. If we want our freedom, our liberty, then we’ll have to take care of it ourselves,” –Rhianna continued, her voice still barely audible.

“And what do you propose we do?” –Demeter asked from where he sat, slightly curious, but still critical.

“Get out,” –Rhianna replied simply, shrugging her narrow shoulder.

“Ah, right. Why didn’t I think of that?” –Gaia mocked, standing and pacing, rolling her angry, ebony eyes.

“Just listen to her, Gaia. What she says could make sense,” –Demeter interceded, though silently. His sister shut her mouth tightly, then turned to look at Rhianna, waiting.

“We are stronger than them. Maybe not alone, but together…” –Rhianna glanced upwards at them as she spoke, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes.

Demeter nodded. Perhaps, if they used what the scientists had given them, something could be done.

“And what about Sebastian?” –Gaia asked abruptly, looking from her brother to Rhianna.

“We’ll have to wait, until he has fully healed from this operation,” –Rhianna replied quietly, looking down at her feet.

“That could be weeks from now. Months even,” –Gaia hissed, baring her sharp canines.

“Yes. But we will wait, nevertheless,” –Demeter interrupted, determination in his surprisingly stern voice.

“It will give us time to plan. Perfect our way out,” –Rhianna whispered, her expression thoughtful, plotting.

“Fine,” –Gaia snapped, crossing her arms firmly infront of her chest, knowing that it was the only way.

“Now,” –Demeter started, turning to face Rhianna, “What do we do?”

The corners of her mouth turned up in a slight smile and she nodded absentmindedly.

“I think I have an idea.”

[Heather]

Keep going! It's really good!

[Bratterratt]

Chapter 4: The Doctor

A large metal desk sat in the middle of the bleak, plain room. Several file cabinets were lined up against a wall, a secure padlock on every drawer. The doctor sat at her desk, not paying any attention to the papers scattered haphazardly across its surface. Her gaze was distant and her angled head rested on her hand.

A cautious knock at the door brought the scientist’s attention back to the present and she called out a harsh, “Come in”. A young woman stepped in the room, carrying a simple off-white folder.

“Doctor Fey, I’ve b…brought you the results you asked for,” –she stammered quickly, handing the folder to the Head Scientist.

Dr. Fey snatched the papers from his hand, her sharp eyes scanning them hastily.

“You are dismissed,” –she shot quickly, returning her attention to what was before her now. Setting the folder down, the doctor brought her hands up to rub her head, as if to dismiss the headache as well.

Another experiment failed and the stress piled on more heavily. This wasn’t an easy job to do. After being sucked into a life of science, it was nearly impossible to crawl back out. But, it could be rewarding.

The doctor reached her hand forward, sliding a single sheet of paper towards her. It was practically ancient, several centuries old, in fact. In scrawled writing it bore the results of her first success, the twin experiments.

Who would have known, the process for finding a cure to heart failure, would produce such results. Of course, there had been many before the twins, though none of them had survived, let alone been transformed into powerful immortals, such as the four.

Dr. Fey sucked in a deep breath, reaching for another paper. She remembered this operation well. The boy had come to her as a mere toddler.

“He should never have made it through the first surgery,” –she thought bitterly to herself. And yet, he did.

And lastly came the nervous, easily frightened one. Of all the experiments, this one was the Doctor’s favorite. She had transformed quicker than the others, in a mere matter of weeks. Quite an accomplishment.

Slowly, Dr. Fey gathered the papers into a single pile, then stood, her hands placed firmly on the desk. Experiment #79936 waited in the operation room. She would need to examine the others’ work. Without glancing back at the room, the Head Scientist walked swiftly out of it, closing the door roughly behind her. Little did she know of the planned escape.

[Heather]

Its good!

[wolfgirl159357]

keep going girl

[Heather]

Keep going? Sorry to post again, just wanted to remind you because I really want to know what happens!

[Bratterratt]

Lol, I forgot all about this post! Here's the next chapter...

Chapter 5: Final Preparations

It had been a week since his last surgery and Sebastian had been healing quickly. Only a few more days to wait and they could attempt the escape.

“Demeter, knock it off! It’s wet enough in here already!” –Gaia thought angrily, looking down at the streaming water that ran down and around the cracks on the stone floor.

Demeter pursed his lips and the tiny rain shower stopped, drizzling out to nothing. Gaia nodded, satisfied. Reaching her hand down, the water sizzled as it touched her skin, then evaporated, leaving the floor dry once again.

“Just practicing,” –Demeter muttered telepathically back, sitting cross legged on the steel bed frame.

“If anyone needs practice, it isn’t you,” –Gaia replied, a little harshly, as she shot a glance at Sebastian in the cell next door.

He sat on the floor, his eyes closed, concentrating. His fingers absently ran across the pile of reddish dirt that lay at his feet, moving it slowly. A tiny green stem barely protruded its surface, looking withered and dejected at best. Sebastian’s hands worked around the sprout and very slowly, it began to push its way upward, out of the dirt. It had only reached several inches in height before Sebastian opened his eyes with a sigh.

“Why is this so hard?” –he whispered to himself, frustration apparent on his face.

“You’re just a little rusty. That’s all,” –Rhianna coaxed through the bars, though no one could actually see her at present.

Sebastian nodded, brushing the dark brunette hair from his face with the back of his hand.

“Don’t give up yet. Just keep trying. You’ll get it,” –Demeter added, with a sympathetic smile.

With a sigh, Sebastian began to work at the dirt again, focusing once more.

“This is just great,” –Gaia thought, setting her jaw in annoyance.

“Give him a break, Gaia. It’s not like it’s his fault,” –Demeter returned disapprovingly.

“Whatever.”

Demeter shook his head, then leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. Gaia was such a…. never mind. She hadn’t always been this way. Before the experiments, before the surgery, she had been someone enjoyable to be around. A loyal companion and sister. Being in this place had not only changed her body, it had changed her mind. She had turned defensive over the littlest of things and even slightly crazed at times. But she had a right to be, as they all did.

[Heather]

Keep going!!

[Bratterratt]

Sorry this one is so long, but I really like this chapter!

Chapter 6: An Escape

The dim cell lights shone dull as the four roused and woke the next morning. Rhianna stretched as she stood, her forms visibility flickering as she did so.

“They’ll be here any time now,” –she whispered urgently, preparing the others.

Demeter nodded and rolled his shoulders with anticipation. On a second thought he paused and looked over his shoulder into Sebastian’s cell silently.

Sebastian bit his lip, his surety of the situation waning. With a sigh, he stood. He was ready as he would ever be.

The grinding sound of the door was the signal to begin, and so they did. Rhianna crouched in her cell’s corner, concentrating on making her breathing ragged and hoarse. Demeter and Sebastian put on false looks of concern, hanging onto the bars at the edge of their cells.

Two grim-looking doctors entered the darkened hallway, murmuring to one another. One, the young man, glanced at Rhianna’s cell and hastily stepped to the door.

“Something is wrong with experiment #11642,” –he called urgently to the other doctor, a middle aged woman. A look of harsh criticism appeared on the scientist’s face as she came to stand by his side. Slowly, her expression changed to that of disbelief. Pulling a set of keys from her pocket, she unlatched the cell door, swinging it shut behind her. But not locking it. Her first mistake.

The doctor cautiously approached the huddled Rhianna, looking her over carefully. Just as she got within an arms distance from her, Rhianna shuddered and seemed to vanish.

“What the...?” –the doctor exclaimed in sudden surprise, unsure of how to react.

The cell door slammed and locked in place, making the two doctors turn in shock. Rhianna stood outside the cell, a slightly mischievous smile dawning on her dark complexion and the ring of keys jingling in her hand.

“How…?” –the scientist screamed, blind with fury, as she attempted to get out of the cell. Of course though, it was completely useless.
Rhianna moved to the next cell, Gaia’s, and quickly unlocked it.

“We’ve got to move quickly,” –Rhianna whispered quickly, then leapt to free Demeter.

Gaia stepped from her cell, hit by a wave of sudden freedom. Demeter quickly exited his as well, then helped Rhianna find the key for Sebastian’s holding cell.

“Ok, let’s go,” –Rhianna summoned, moving for the hallway’s door.

Gaia flashed the yelling doctors a nasty glare, followed by a harsh, mocking laugh. For once, the scientists were really outsmarted; by themselves. The walls had been created to be sound proof, as convenience if an experiment was acting up. As a result, no one would discover the man and woman doctor for a time.

“Gaia! Come on!” –Demeter hissed, holding the hallway door open, waiting impatiently for his sister.

She spat one last time at the cowering scientists, then strode through the steel reinforced door way, joining the others.

Demeter swung the heavy door shut, wincing slightly as it ground loudly into place.

Turning, the heavy feeling of disappointment was almost unbearable, as he beheld what lay before the group of four escapees. A massive series of hallways and doors stretched on as far as the eye could see, an impossible maze.

“What now, Rhianna?” –Gaia taunted, her hands placed firmly on her hips.

“Quiet,” –a soft hiss slipped through the tunnel’s air, causing the others to turn in surprise.

Sebastian stood with his palms flat against the stone wall, his eyes closed tight.

Rhianna nodded, then gestured for the others to remain quiet as well.

“Do you think he’ll see anything?” –Demeter questioned his twin silently.


“Who knows? Sebastian’s powers are the most erratic of all of ours. Let’s cross our fingers for it to be a good day,” –Gaia responded, her tone hinting with sarcasm.

Demeter held back an exasperated sigh and instead waited patiently for Sebastian to finish.

Sebastian’s forehead wrinkled with steady concentration.

Old and new memories flickered across his mind like an old film. Getting the pictures to appear was not a problem, but sorting them was a different story. Sebastian strained to grasp onto the pieces of this particular one, struggling to pull it to the front of his mind. But it slipped away yet again.

“Come on,” –Sebastian urged himself roughly, beginning again.

“It would be better to just take our chances,” –Gaia thought bitterly, shooting a hostile glance at Sebastian.

“You know it wouldn’t. The scientists would find us lost in a tunnel somewhere,” –Demeter reasoned gently, his eyes flashing to Gaia.

“They will find us if we just stay here!” –Gaia’s thoughts snapped, the ivory tips of her canine teeth showing from behind her lips.

Sebastian’s breath suddenly quickened and the others looked at him in amazement. He had done it.

A series of tunnels and doors wove through Sebastian’s memory, as if he had been walking through it that moment. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, memorizing the way.

Moments passed and finally Sebastian opened his eyes to turn back towards the three other experiments. Exhaustion showed in every part of his face, but now he knew the way.

“Follow me,” –he murmured softly, beginning down a left hallway.

The other three did as instructed, walking hastily after the leading Sebastian.

For a long time, they walked in silence, the only sound being the soft padding of their bare feet stepping on the cool, damp floor. The maze of tunnels and hallways seemed to go on forever, with always another turn to take, decision to make. Sebastian did not hesitate as he walked, each direction he took was confident and sure. As they continued on, he could feel his strength returning, his stride lengthening with each step.

Rhianna walked behind Sebastian, her expression thoughtful. Though she was not the oldest, the others looked to her as the decision maker. They always had. Now she was troubled by this. Once they were out, what would happen to them? The world, she knew, was larger than just the asylum. Where would they go from here? How would they survive? Her thoughts were interrupted as the group of four pulled to a stop in front of what appeared to be a giant air-lock door.

“We’re going to need more than a key for this,” –Demeter whispered, the sound echoing around the hallway.

Rhianna sucked in a deep breath, biting her lip.

“Sebastian?” –she asked, turning to face him. He shook his head, a pained expression on his face.

“This is as far as I saw,” –he murmured softly, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand.

Demeter stepped forward, closer to the door, his hand outstretched. Slowly, he lay it on the hard, scaly surface, testing its feel.

A loud, thundering alarm seemed to tear from the behind the walls, startling the four.

“We’ve got to get out now!” –Gaia shrieked above the sound of the blaring system.

Rhianna scrambled to the wall, her dark hands trying to find something, some way, to open the hatch.

“There they are!” –several voices yelled from down the hallway.

Sebastian’s head turned sharply. He was much too weak for a fight right now. His hands quivered at their hold on the wall, his body threatening to give way completely.

Gaia hissed softly, then crouched, gathering herself as the scientists approached them at a run. Waves of intense heat radiated from her translucent pale skin, growing as they did so.

Finally, she sprang, a feral growl ripping from her chest. The doctors didn’t even see it coming. In a matter of seconds, Gaia had the three of them lying unconscious on the stone floor, each injured perhaps beyond the point of repair.

“Did you have to break them?” –Demeter thought gently, meeting Gaia’s eyes.

“They’ve done the same to us,” –Gaia’s thoughts replied grimly, as she stepped to the weakened Sebastian’s side.

The alarm continued to sound, louder and louder as time passed. Something they didn’t have much more of.

Rhianna turned from the air-lock, hastening over to where the three scientists lay. Her hands checked their pockets and lab coats quickly, a last attempt. But there was nothing.

Suddenly, the giant metal door screeched and groaned, pulling itself open at the hinges.

“Come on!” –Rhianna called urgently to the others, slipping beneath as the door lifted.

Gaia and Demeter lifted Sebastian best they could, bringing him with them.

“We’ve got to move faster than this,” –Gaia snapped at Demeter, heaving Sebastian’s arm over her narrow shoulders.

“That’s not an option, Gaia,” –Demeter thought sternly.

They couldn’t leave anyone behind, even at the risk of being caught and taken back to the asylum.

The three experiments followed Rhianna, running as quickly as was possible. There was not much time to investigate the scenery, but Demeter took in as much as he could while being in a hurry.

The asylum appeared much larger from the outside. It was a giant metal building that stretched across the cleared, flat land. Where the building stopped, a thick forest began, spreading over a vast expanse.

Rhianna headed straight for the trees, disappearing between the brush. Sebastian stumbled along the best he could, adrenaline coursing through his body, giving him the needed strength.

At first, the thundering alarm and chaotic yells could be heard following behind, but slowly they dropped away, until the four experiments were left standing amongst the trees, far from the asylum.

Sebastian rested his hands on his knees, leaning against Demeter for support. His breath came quick and his heart beat hard against his chest.

Gaia’s dark eyes skimmed her surroundings, then turned sharply to Rhianna.

“Where are we?”