Kirksfield Insane Asylum ( Mischa/Invite)

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa took the picture and smiled at it as she folded it and slid it in the bag that she had brought in. Kevala said she could play and making the promise that she could... as if she had to convince Mischa. Mischa nodded and would open up the box. "I know you can, baby..." she would lay out the board then pull out seven letters.

D,F,L,V,Z,Qu, and A

Fuck. Only one vowel...

Mischa would place the letters on the small wooden display thing and she would wait 'til Kev would pick out her letters hoping that she had better luck so she could at least make a better word... though she was hoping she can think of a word... she wasn't under estimating Kevala's intelligence... it just seems that all she knew what to talk about now were the ass holes were were taking advantage of her or some guy named David.

"Did you want to have the first go, sweet heart?" she would ask in a milky and soft tone. She caught herself talking to Kev as if she was a child, but she didn't mean too... she just didn't want to talk to her with a head-on outgoing tone... she didn't want to stir anything up and upset Kev in this fragile state.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Behind the glass the doctor played close attention, his face so close to the glass that it almost created a fog as his breath fell upon it. He did not expect her to be this lucid. Perhaps they had taken her off her medication too soon? Sure she her given away a bit of information but the other girl seemed to have not believed her, which was good. Though more would have to be done to ensure that this little mishap did not occur again.

As for now, he was intent upon how his little subject handled the game put before her. Oh yes, he knew she was an intelligent girl, but he had been working on her mind and feeding her full of drugs that made the simplest thoughts near impossible for her to achieve. This would definitely be interesting.

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Kev smiled, not a single hint of recognition as to the tone she was being spoken to with. Instead she did as she thought she remembered to do, taking out her little rack thing and then reaching out to take her letters.

B, T, S, E, L, A and X

She set the letters up, almost bouncing with excitement at the ability to have somebody with her, to be out of her room and away from the sounds of that door continuing to open and close and the heavy metallic clank it made when the door closed.

Looking up she would bite her lip and then lower her head slowly. Eyes still going over the letters as she tried to put a word together in her mind. She indeed had many options but yet it was extremely hard for her to put the pieces together in her head. It was there, but it was just out of her reach.

"Y..You first..."

She refused to look up, her mind not going to stop working over those letters til she got a word out. Apparently her determination had yet to be completely destroyed, though it was weak, as was the rest of her. She was trying to hold out, but there was not much left to hold onto anymore. She knew that, she just hoped the one before her saw it to. Every day was worse and worse.....The darkness her worst fear.....It was going to destroy her....if it had not already.

As she waited for the words to come, waited for the girl to put her letters down, her hand shot to her hair and twisted a strand nervously about. Fear starting to cripple her as she tried to fit a word together in her mind. Breathing rate increasing as did her heart rate...she was panicking....plain and simple.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa nodded looking back at her letters trying to think of something... though she got slightly side track watching as Kev panicked over the inability to think up a word. It pained her to see this.. to see Mischa had a part in Kevala's insanity.

She would grab a few letters and would set them down making a small word.

"Qu-A-D... Quad..." Mischa grabbed three more letters.

E,W, and G

Mischa didn't bother write down a score or anything... She was here to keep Kev company... and now somewhat trying to push her mind away from all the havoc and try to open her up... Try and get some more of Kev out.

She would watch as she fretted with her hair as Mischa would then reach and hold onto that hand gently. "Do you need help, baby? Show me your letters and we can think of something together?" if she allowed it.. Mischa would crawl over to sit by her and look at her letters.

She found a few words already...

"You... you can make the word 'salt'... do you know where you can put it? Show me where you can put it baby... you're under no pressure.."

[Ceraphine Davis]

Mischa put down a word and that only caused the panic in Kev to rise all the more as she bit her lower lip and continued to twist her hair about her finger, the tugging getting a bit harder as the anxiety rose inside her.

Then that warm touch came upon her now constantly cold flesh, stilling her hand as she looked up a bit broken and nodded. She needed help and though she was trying so hard, she just could not get it put together in her head.

As the girl moved to sit beside her, she easily picked out a word, and that brought tears to Kev's eyes. She should have been able to do that. She used to be able to do that. Right?

Either way her trembling, pale hand came out and took the letters, placing them on the board and then nibbling the lower corner of her lip softly in a nervous fashion. Eyes looking timidly toward the girl to make sure that she had put it in the right spot. Building it off of the other word.

Drawing in a shaky breath she tucked her hair back, a set of bruises and needle marks on her neck that she honestly did not even know where there.

"L..Like that?"

If she was right she would draw out a few more letters. Though just then the door opened and an orderly came through the room. Nothing more than to get something and leave, but as his eyes fell on Kevala she would whimper and quickly duck her head, using her hair to shield herself as she scooted back until her back hit against the shelf behind her.

When he was gone, she would look up, those eyes full of nothing but fear as she tried to reach for the letters she had dropped....

R, P, O

That had to be right. She thought....Though her hands were now shaking so bad that she was having a harder time thinking than she did before.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa wrapped an arm around her waist trying to comfort her seeing those tears. She tried to comfort her and she would then smile when she saw the letters being placed on the board. It was right. Mischa let out a breathy laugh as she got excited Kev go it right.

"Yes, baby... that's right... Good job..." she would gently coo in her ear..until someone came in and she felt Kev wiggle away from her grasp... Mischa glared up at the man as he walked out before she looked back over at Kev. She picked up the pieces she had dropped. Mischa crawled over to her and hugged her tightly.

"Come on... I'm here you're safe right now..." she would go back to the play board and added the G and the E to the T in salt to make the word get. "Let's see if you can do as good as you did last time..."

She wanted to get her out of here...

But before they can carry on she was told to leave... Mischa looked over at Kev with apologetic eyes not wanting to leave Kev alone. She would hug her once more and whisper in her ear. "I will find David... Love you... she would kiss her forehead and pick up the bag she had brought, though leaving the teddy bear with Kev.

When she left the room her eyes never left the girl before she was out of sight... as she walked down the hallways she took in everyone's face and name tags until she saw a room with a water cooler. When she got to the front desk she asked if she could have a glass of water.. knowing how far the cooler was.. As the girl was gone she hopped over the desk and searched for the employee list and she was going to hunt them down whether it be one by one... they were all going to die.

Now she was out the door leaving a returning receptionist confused as to where the girl had gone.

[David Blaze]

3 days later, 11:00 AM

A face would smash into the safety glass, cracking it on the inside of the small room Kevela now sat in. Another crash, far heavier, would shatter it, sending the body of the Doctor who was previously taking notes sliding across the floor, unmoving for the moment. Through the hole was Darkness, and a foot came stepping inside. The hood of the sweater was pulled up, white in color, over the face of the individual who was lurking. He stared at Kevela, knowing that she couldn't see his face since the blackness of the hoods shadow covered it. She was weak, terribly afraid. He felt...horrible. It had taken so much longer than he thought to find her...in fact, he probably would never have found her had it not been for that girl... They buried her name deeply, like a tick, and the blood they had drained now stained the walls of this prison.

The Doctor groaned, rolling over, looking up at the figure who had put him clean through re-enforced material.

"Mr.Blaze... Why...?"

He coughed blood, before passing into unconsciousness, David turning around as the hole he had entered was filled with the figures of two Security Guards. He unzipped his sweater, revealing a white sleeveless shirt as the coat peeled away. His black hair fell down gently, hanging on his head as his scarred arms flexed menacingly. Across his back, on the shoulder blades, was his last name etched in Black Flame. Blaze. On the bottom of the shirt was his name and title, written in the language all knew, rather than the tongue of his brethren.

David Blaze. Aetheral Dragon.

He cracked his neck.

"You are all going to pay."

9 AM

"I would like to see one of your Patients."

His voice was calm, cool, collected. He wore his casual school attire, but carried with him no less of an authoritative air. The receptionist looked at her clipboard, searching through as though she were annoyed. "Name." Davids eyes drew down, his tone a little softer. "David Blaze." She looked it over meticulously. "I'm sorry, we don't have a Blaze on rec-" She stopped, staring up at him as it dawned on her. "Oh...M-Mr.Blaze. Right. My apologies. I'll take you to the Dean!" David would follow as the lady got up, walking with her up the stairs and sitting him down in the office- a comfortable chair his money had likely given them. He looked to the woman.

"He may be a while- he has been in the lower facilities, so his return might be a while."

David stared at her as though she was annoying him, and she bowed and left, leaving him alone in the place. He stood, cracked his neck, then walked around the desk, opening up the computer. He hacked it quickly, expertly, laying open before him the files and records of all doctors and participants in the place. Drug recalls, purchases, and uses were laid bare before him, as he hunted through everything for almost an hour and a half. Finally, the Dean walked through the doors, but David, unnerved, didn't move. The man froze, staring at him in shock. He stood, and pointed at the screen, staring at him with as lethal of eyes as he had ever given anyone.

"You will take me to her."

The man hurried around the desk, blanching as he saw the face of Kevela Katashi. He wrung his hands almost feebly.

"Sir..I'm sorry, she's high priority. Even visitors are carefully watched...and there is a time frame..."

David stared at the man, watching him go silent.

"Very well- tomorrow morning, my attorney will be contacting this facilities council, and effective immediately, will shut down its drug processing, distribution, and usage for the next six months while a full investigation of this building is constructed." He leaned in. "Or, a better thought. You clear the visitor schedule for her, and let me see her immediately." The mans eyes widened, sweat coming from his brow. He was not use to this. He was use to being in control. He nodded, leading David immediately downward. The Dragon followed closely, watching as the man picked up a doctor and four security. They went on for some time, before finally he was let into a room. He was behind glass, one way, and there in front of him was the feeble form of Kevela. His hand touched the glass, the Doctor immediately beginning to take notes. David stared harshly, almost failing to hear what the doctor said.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Blaze. But we can't risk you shutting this place down because of what you saw. It's time to sleep. Don't worry, we will take care of you."

He spun, grabbing the hand of the guard who was an inch from injecting him with a clear, thick fluid. David's other hand grabbed the elbow and bent it toward the man, shoving him backward as he injected the guy with half the dosage. He immediately slid down the wall, growing groggy. David turned, kicking a second orderly in the chest, sending him flying back. The Dean stared, wide eyed. David head butted him, and bent down, sticking the needle in his neck.

"Taste your own medicine, you sick fuck."

The man's pupils dialated, drool coming from his mouth as he too went groggy. He turned, grabbing the hair of the Doctor who tried to run, pulling him backward and smashing his face into the glass, pulling up his hood to protect him from the shards...

11:06 AM

The final Guard slumped, Davids fist shattering jaw and face. He turned, looking at Kevela for a moment before walking over. He would take her hands in his, looking her in the eyes, knowing she probably wouldn't recognize his face.

"Kevela, I am here to save you."

"My name is David Blaze."

[Ceraphine Davis]

It had just continued. Of course some of the guards had changed, but it had not gotten much better. Instead of raping her, they now just jerked her about leaving bruises on her pale flesh a fresh one now currently showing on her delicate face as she sat in the room, silent as ever with her teddy bear and her journal held tightly in her hands. She stared out the window, not even thoughts of what was going on in the outside world entered her mind anymore.

After the girls last visit they had again changed the medication they gave her, her mind breaking down more and more as the testing became more frequent.

Now, as she sat there, those white eyes simply staring into the nothingness, she would rock back and forth in the chair that she was seated in.

Then the sounds came. The crashing, the breaking of glass and that smell, the one she hated and yet craved at the same time. Blood. It made her head turn, though slow as it might have been, to see the mirror shattered, to see blood, the men in white and another figure in white.

The white scared her, it made her fall from the chair, making sure to gather her things as she pushed herself into a corner, huddling there with her knees drawn up and her face hidden as she trembled and tried to disappear into the corner of the room.

She wanted away from it, from the smells and the violence, she wanted back to her room. Yes her room. It was all she knew anymore and as she held herself tightly there she would hear a single set of steps approaching.

As her eyes looked up upon hearing the voice, they could do nothing but focus on the white of his clothing and make her cowar away all the more.

The monsters wore white.....she was terrified of white....

But then he said his name, and though she was not entirely sure she would look up once more and then hurry to grab her journal, pulling it open to the pages that had the name "david" scribbled across them over and over and over along with "help" and "no more"...

Pointing at them she would hold the book out to him, her hand already jerked free from his for fear that he could be one of the monsters that liked to hurt her or stick her with needles and drugs.

She said nothing. Fear keeping her from talking as she waited on an answer. Something.

She just knew that name meant help and if this was the right David then she could get out of here. The face barely registering but it was there just the same, just, at this point she did not trust the connections her mind made anymore. She had to be sure.

As her sleeves fell back, the track marks, the bruises and the cuts were all too clear, she was underweight, which for one so tiny was not a good thing, and through the shorts she wore today it was clear she still held light bruises on her thighs where they had held her down while they raped her night after night.

But none of that mattered, she pointed at the page again, thrusting the journal into his hands. Waiting, begging with her silent gestures for it to be him. Please god let it be him.

[Mischa Badoer]

(OOC: sorry if it is a bit bland... My brain is mush and I couldn't think of anything epic)

----Night after Mischa left------

She just got home... Cleaned and tired from performing a few hits on the Orderly that were on their days off. She killed quite and bit and now it was time to find the boy that Kev thought nothing but.

Mischa sat the computer as she flipped through the pages of the records of the schools... She searched anything that Kevala was involved with to see if there was a David... after all he had to have known her from some where.

That's when she saw the name.

David Blaze.

Kevala was talking about fire... about a pretty blaze... She clicked on the name that also served as a link to his profile. She saw him at the hospital... All this time he was under her nose.

Fuck me.

Yeah she was pissed she knew who he was without knowing who he was... man she could have found him a lot sooner... But now the tricky part was to get a hold of him...

---- 3 days later 9:05 AM-----

Mischa slowly followed David. Of course this was in another car then the other few she had used to come visit... and this was an armored car. She had something on her to-do list and it wasn't going to be safe so she had to take any precautions as she can. Now she sat in the parking lot with her license plate covered. She looked into the review mirror and combed back the hair at her temples and tied it messily back so it would not mar her vision well inside. She needed to execute everything perfectly and in time... if she fucked up David would be stuck in there with a shit load of guys. She trusted he could handle himself... but not with that many people and trying to get Kev out at the same time. Mischa wouldn't have been able to do this by herself.

She got out of car dressed in something flexible and necessary for this kind of job. Though of course she had her Punisher logo painted onto that bullet proof vest... She walked through the front door.. the metal detector going hair wire as Mischa faced forward... but her head turned to look at the receptionist stand from her seat in alarm. Without any movement with the exception of her arm... she would raise her silencer and pull the trigger putting a hole threw the woman's forehead... watching the blood splatter against the white walls like paint on a canvass. This was art.

"Told you so." she would mumble under her breath with a dark grin across her face. Mischa was aware she was going to have to kill all the orderly before she tackled the guards... the orderly where who she was after... They were the threat for what they had done to Kevala.

She would slink over to the desk and press the intercom with the tip of her gun..leaning in with a smile that would let anyone around to see it know she wasn't happy... but beyond angry.

"If all the orderly and therapists could come down to the front office we can do our monthly evaluation." her voice sounded sweet and as if she were a T.V talk show host. "And if the guards will presume in their routine. You will be evaluated once we are finished." that smile knowing all too much that it wasn't an evaluation... but their death.

She walked into the office and took a seat in the chair finding a rather helpful button tucked under the lip of the desk.

When she heard all the foot steps come flooding in she would still sit in the chair facing the other way until she knew for sure they are all there. She looked into the reflection of the window and she counted around twenty men. Mischa would then spin in the chair and quickly press that button... the door automatically shutting and locking itself. Self defense for any dangerous loony escape? A nice little hide-out turned against them. She loved the Irony.

She stood from the chair and circled in front of the desk and leaned against it... the men all wondering what was going on. Mischa smiled pulling free two Uzi's from her gun cases. They had the bullet capacity of about roughly 25... so there were twenty men and only 50 bullets. She would going to take this situation carefully 'cause it wouldn't be fair if she didn't save some for the guards.

Mischa watched as a man ran forward to try and lunge at the gun knowing full well what was going to happen to him if he didn't take her gun away... though she would swing her arm slamming the gun into his face as a sicking crack was heard along side the splash of blood that whipped along the surface of the desk and her face. That was when they all poured in on her.

Quickly she popped a cap in the douche's head before recovering to round house kick two guys onto the ground aiming her left gun to each their each shooting them one by one as her right gun shot at the people scattering about now knowing they weren't armed and she was. So about 17 minutes they were all down laying cold dead in their blood as Mischa popped the clips out of the gun to see how well she did for bullets. 15 were left in each.... ten bullets from each gun... 20 bullets for 20 people. Nice. Here she thought she was getting rusty...

Mischa walked over to the monitors that kept an eye out over the asylum. When she stole the employees list she also managed to get their schedules... and even the designated routes in which the guards would cycle around. So she studied that, but right now she was just watching the monitor to see if they actually stuck to their tracks so she wouldn't have any surprises.

Now she head out of the room calculating when the first guard on her list would reach a certain point. She hid around the corner and as she heard his footsteps close enough she would spin with her arm out ready to pistol whip him... and she succeeded dropping him to the ground like a bag of sand. She pulled out her knife from her thigh case and would stab it into the main artery in his neck.

----11:07 AM-----

*FFP*

The silent round went right through the back of the sneaky ass hole's head. He had the gun pointed at David and was ready to shoot. If Mischa hadn't gotten lost then she would have gotten to that guy a lot sooner than that... it was too close for comfort and David would have been one unlucky dude if she didn't find a short cut...

She was breathing heavy... her chest raising and falling to each inhale and exhale. The back of her wrist still holding tight to the gun would come up and brush at the sweat on her forehead as well as smearing the blood that had been splattered across her face. Sheathing her guns she rushed into the room and kneeled slightly to get be level with her pressing her lips to the girl's forehead...just damn excited they got to her before she was dead... that and Mischa was damn excited for killing all those guys on her own and lived to see Kev. She had better luck than when she breached the Seran mansion... though in her defense she was careless and didn't care if she died while avenging the death of their unborn child.

Mischa would stand tall with now a serious look seeing the marks across her body along with the fact she was underfed and tired.

"Well? Are we getting out of this shit hole?"

She was sure they were safe from all the guards... she kept a mental count down on everyone she had killed... though she could have miss counted or she could have been slightly sloppy and someone may have called for back up. Mischa thought she executed it well... but she still didn't want to take the chance if it meant Kevala's life was in danger.

[David Blaze]

David took the book from her hands, looking at his name over and over again. They had really fucked the girl up. Normally, he would find that to be some seriously creepy shit, but he knew that with the drugs and chemicals introduced into her bloodstream. He looked up at her, a sadness coming over him, dragging him down like and anchor. He took a deep breath, nodding at her with a small smile. He had to be strong for them both.

"Yes, i'm David."

He would lean forward, taking her into a close hug.

"You are leaving with me."

Mischa appeared, the small girl looking at him, slightly out of breath. He was glad the girl had found him- doing this on his own would have left many bodies at his hands, and in the end, his probably would have been on of those removed. She had guns, and while he didn't approve of the use of such lethal force, he knew what had been done to her, what they did over and over again. He hated killing, but there were some things that were just worthy of it, and this was one of those times. He gave a quick, curt nod, picking up Kevela as easily as if she were a newborn. As he walked out, the first gaurd, whom he had downed earlier, was moving behind Mischa, attempting to make a wild swing in his drugged state to her head.

David's right leg kicked Mischa just above the left ankle, which would send her to the gound in a hard leg sweep. Davids foot would plant as his left leg rose and kicked the guy square in the chest, sending him smashing back into the cabinets. He would lift Mischa up, and throw her onto his back, so she could hang on piggy-back style. It would be a lot faster that way, and though the weight could be felt, it was nothing he couldn't handle.

"Which way?"

He would follow her instructions to the mark, not knowing the facility intimately. His feet were like lightning, his speed a strange, light blur. Training, and a few tools. Well, they just paid off.

[Ceraphine Davis]

You would not believe the amount of relief that washed over her as he told her his name and agreed to being the one in the book. So as he lifted her up, she would simply hide her face against him. It was a completely different and almost new feeling to feel safe in even the slightest way.

Which was exactly what she had been wanting since she came into this god forsaken place. The sounds that went on around her, confused her, scared her, and made her want more than anything to return to her room and hide.

Yes, her room. Granted it was never a safe place for her, most of the time she had been here. It was by far better than anything else, and it had slowly become all she knew.

Honestly a part of her was scared. She had grown too used to this place, to the things they did to her and now, to be safe, as silly as it may have sounded, was a scary thing. It meant there was no routine, and though this place had been hell there was a routine to the torture and pain they caused. Outside, life was unpredictable and dangerous. In her head, which was where she spent most of her time these days.....she debated the consequences of leaving. Yet as they did leave, she could not help but want it all the more. Confusion............a new and constant theme in her mind................one she hoped to be rid of, but one she feared would always be there, even if one day she managed to hide it into the darker corners of her mind...............

[Mischa Badoer]

Okay...so next thing she knew she was sent to the ground. Some air left her lungs and she let out a grunt when she hit the floor.... but at least she could say it wasn't her fault for falling this time. Though now she felt herself being swung over onto his back. Well... now she felt like a baby monkey...

She would give him the directions knowing which routes to take... and even giving him a heads up when a body was near so he wouldn't trip... not saying he would, but when one was as clumsy as her she needed to take precautions.

Once they were outside Mischa would point to the car and as David would get Kev in the car she would run to the drivers seat and get herself ready to look for the remote...

After they were all in Mischa would skid away into the streets and would then press the button to the detonator. Yup... she was destroying that place. On her way to find Kevs room..she planted some bombs...and also pressed the universal button that word release all the crazies so they could be free of who ever owned that god awful place... and safe from the explosion if they were to run.

Now....they were off to David's place.