Entering a New World (Mischa)

[johndoe]

Muffled sounds... Blurry images... Intense heat... Crippling pain...

Smoke and flames could be seen from outside of the trees of a local park, but for some reason there was no one around to respond. Sure, it wasn't exactly the nicest part of the city, but that didn't give people the excuse to not check to see if someone was in trouble. Either way, if someone were to go in the direction of the smoke they would find a patient transfer truck flipped on its side, flames coming from the engine and an unconscious driver in the smoke filled driver's cabin. The heavily armored truck looked more like a prison vehicle than one used to transfer patients, and so anyone that ever came across it would wonder exactly why something like that was laying on its side in the middle of a park.

After a few moments of silence among the flames and smoke, the driver would slowly come to his senses and push open the driver side door, letting out the large amount of smoke that had been building up inside the vehicle. Weakly pulling himself out, the driver would make his way to the top of the vehicle and roll off of it, landing on his back and knocking the wind from his lunges. This didn't seem to stop the young man, who must have been running on pure adrenalin at this point, as he pushed himself to his feet and slowly began to limp away from the site of the crash. As soon as the mysterious young man was a good distance away from the vehicle, as if it were fate, the entire truck caught on fire in an instance and exploded with a violent force that sent the man rolling on the ground.

Beaten, bloody and covered in dirt and smoke residue, the young man would attempt to push himself back to his feet, but it seemed that he simply didn't have the strength to do so anymore. And so he would start to crawl, slowly clawing at the freshly cut green grass beneath him as his black scrubs and shoe-less feet dragged behind him. His black hair fell down over his mossy green eyes due to the sweat that had accumulated from being around such an intense heat. The minor cuts on his upper body and feet were no doubt filled with dirt and smoke, which meant if he didn't get help soon he would simply die there alone. He didn't care though, as long as he was finally free from a life of containment. "Death... so soon after being born?... Perhaps its fate..."

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa had been driving through a rough part of town. She had her holster strapped to her torso. She would usually carry a gun with her, but the reason for this time was because she was in this part of town. She had a deal with a few sketchy men so she needed her protection... she could have been evaded or something or they could have turned on her, because it was a truck load of coke and so it was a hefty price.

Though they stayed loyal knowing that Mischa was an honest supplier and a damn good one. Now tired she was on her way home.

Driving down the streets she would see the sky grow yellow and orange with radiating light.... along with large billows of black smoke. She took a detour down a few streets trying to find it when she came across a road block... the road block being a large armored truck tipped over and exploded. She ran to the truck and tried looking in the back and in the front to see if there was anyone in there.... It was hard due to having extreme heat being an overwhelmingly difficult obstacle. She would cover her mouth with the sleeve over her shirt as she somewhat climbed the car to look in the driver's seat. If someone was in there..they were dead.... but far as she could see... there were no charred bodies... she would then run to the back and pry open the back.. though at the touch of the metal it stung her fingers so she covered her hands with her shirt sleeve and opened it up...no one there either. She stood there.... the wind of the fire blowing her hair in her face as she looked around the area for a survivor. Her eyes fell to the ground... it was an off colour to the pavement and the light of the fire reflected off it... oil? She walked up to it and dipped her fingers in it...having the realization it was a path of blood.

She look up to the direction and her eyes caught sight of a bump in the distance... it wasn't a hill or anything so she ran finding a guy there. "Omg!" Mischa panicked. "omgomgomgomg!" she would kneel down beside him and examine the wounds he had over his body. He was obviously a patient due to his scrubs... but there was no driver... Kay so Mischa wasn't stupid... and her being a big escapee herself... she knew he was one.

He was from an asylum 'cause these weren't a jail's garb. And that is what made Mischa care to help him.... After committing Kev and having her completely broken... she wouldn't have the heart to leave him or turn him in... yeah he could be actually fucked up in head where Kev wasn't................. but still... she just couldn't bring herself to do it. "Can you stand..I will help you up... I will take you home.... Get you fixed up..." if he listened she would grab his arm and help him up and wrap his arm over her shoulder so she could help him over to her car. Once in she would grab her phone and call her personal doctor to meet her at her pizza shop. He didn't question and if anything expected to be stitching her up... though that wasn't the case...

So if he got in her car she would drive fast towards the pizza shop where she would see the doctor already out side the door waiting for her to unlock it. She would run to the passenger side and open up the door while calling to the doc. "Give me a hand!" The doctor rushed over and was slightly surprised to see a man he had never met before... he didn't recognize him as one of Mischa's men. So they would both have each of his arms around him as they entered the Pizza shop and unto the metal table in the kitchen.... don't worry Mischa always disinfected it.....

"He is going to help you... it will hurt.... but it's only going to help you.." she wouldn't know how to treat him... but she did hold his hand and carefully as not to press on any cuts.

[johndoe]

So there he laid, on the outskirts of the freshly cut grass of the local park, his vision slowly growing more and more blurry as his limbs became numb. It was funny to him though. He had never felt this kind of pain before, since he was always taken down by tazers or sleep gas, and still the pain he felt just didn't seem to matter to him. Maybe it was because he didn't think he had anything to live for, that nobody would ever actually care about his meaningless life. The one person he had grown to trust, and even look up to, was simply using him from the beginning, and this made him even more cautious than he had been before he was brought to the asylum. If he lived, could he ever find someone he could trust?... Someone that actually gave a damn about him as a person...

He had finally given up, slowly turning on his back to look up at the stars that were being covered by the thick black smoke from the truck. Even though the circumstances weren't the greatest, a smile grew on his blackened face as he finally took the time to take in the outside world. It was truly a sight to behold. Books didn't do the world justice. To actually be surrounded by the vastness of the outside world... It was like he was finally living, even if his life was fading as he enjoyed what he considered to be his last moments as a free man. Even if he was found by someone, they would probably turn him into the police, and he would just end up going to a different asylum with better security. And so he would just enjoy what little freedom he had left while he could.

As his eyes were about to finally close shut for the last time, he heard a muffled voice and the sound of approaching footsteps. This caused him to fight off death's clutches, though he was still far to weak to get up on his own to see who was coming his way. Finally, a young woman stood over him, a worried look on her face as she looked him up and down to get a feel for his wounds, and probably noting that he was wearing scrubs. He would smile at her, the first person he had ever met that wasn't working for the asylum, or at least he hoped. She seemed to sincere, actually caring that he was hurt, which made him feel good for once. His eyes would tear up, though he didn't know why he was crying. Everything he had learned about crying had led to sadness, but he was happy. He needed to learn more...

She asked him if he could stand, to which he would slowly shake his head letting her know that he didn't have the strength. She offered to help him up, which he appreciated, but then she told him that she would take him home to get fixed up. If he could have moved he would have killed her there and then, but he was too weak to do anything by himself. As she slowly walked him back to her vehicle, he could feel a gun in its holster brush up against his body with every step they took. He couldn't help but think negatively about her now, that she was one of the special guards hired by the asylum to make him let his guard down. She wasn't there to help him, she was just there to bring him to a new facility to continue their tests and keep him locked away forever.

As she helped him into her vehicle and entered the driver's side to get it started, she called someone and told them to meet her at the pizza shop. He knew what pizza was, though he had never had it before, but he believed that this was just code so that he wouldn't pick up on the fact that she was taking him back. He was too drained to even care anymore. He would slowly fade from consciousness as she drove to their destination, the passing streetlights soothing his mind before their was nothing but darkness. The darkness that he knew. It was the only thing that he could call his own, and even though it didn't make him happy, he knew he could at least be safe as long as he was surrounded by the never ending blackness of his mind.

He would begin to come to, only slightly, as they reacted their destination. Everything was blurry, and he couldn't make out the words that the girl or the new person were saying to each other, but he felt himself being taken out of the car and carried into a nearby building. As he was gently placed on top of a cold table, the young woman stood over him and told him something, but he couldn't make out the words that escaped her lips. He could see her face, though, and it still held that concerned look, which only confused him more. Did she not want to help the asylum do this to him? Was she stronger than the Professor was? He would have to think hard about how to go about things when he was finally able to move on his own again.

She held his hand tightly as a man in a white lab coat started to fix him up. He knew the man was a doctor, and so he couldn't be trusted. The only reason he was fixing Lucien was because he was too valuable for the asylum to lose. As he fixed his wounds one by one, Lucien's grip on the girl's hand would tighten as he looked into her eyes with a burning intensity. His entire torso was bandaged, as was the majority of both of his arms and feet, but the doctor had done a good job at disinfecting the wounds and fixing Lucien up. As he put down his scalpel next to the rest of his medical tools, he would turn to the young woman and smile at her. "That's the best I can do for him. The rest is up to you, and of course him. He's a tough bastard, though. I'll give him that."

Once he was done little the girl know what they had to do, he slowly turned around as was about to grab his tools before Lucien launched himself off of the table and grab the doctor. Without a second thought, he grabbed the scalpel from his tool and cut deeply into the doctor's throat, letting him fall to the ground gasping for air as he bled out within a matter of seconds. With scalpel still in hand, he would turn to look at the girl with a much more confused, and somewhat sad, look on his face as tears began to fall down his face again. "What... what do you want from me?... Do you want to bring me back there?..." He'd fall to his knees, dropping the weapon and placing his hands on the ground beside him. He would look down at the floor as the tears continued to fall down his face. "I won't fight anymore... Even if you're faking it... You're too innocent to kill..."

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa looked down into his eyes as he looked into hers. He had really intensely green eyes... it felt like he was sucking her soul... though she really didn't care, 'cause if she had a soul... it was damn corrupt. Though... she didn't care... what was she hiding? Nothing that she could think of... all she was doing now was making sure she was there for the guy. Maybe later she would question him as to why he was put in an asylum.... and escaped. He couldn't have been too slow in the head 'cause he did escape... though... he could have just been evil. Though it wouldn't really scare her... she has killed plenty of people...

Candy Store Massacre

And now

The Kirksfield Asylum Massacre.

Now she would wait.. watching her doctor do the best he could.. which was pretty damn good. He would work with bullet wholes and burns... and here she was in one piece. Most definitely one of her best... that was why she called him over the others.

"That's the best I can do for him. The rest is up to you, and of course him. He's a tough bastard, though. I'll give him that." Mischa would smile in return.

"He seems to be..thank you so mu-"

Then she felt the boy's hand let go of hers and lunch himself at her doctor. He was grounded in only a few seconds. So the only thing Mischa could do was stand straight with wide eyes and her mouth now dropped open.

"What... what do you want from me?... Do you want to bring me back there?... I won't fight anymore... Even if you're faking it... You're too innocent to kill..."

Okay..... that's why he was in the loony bin. Though to be fair he was probably absolutely terrified... She would stare down at him.. hearing the pain in his voice... Her brows furrowed as she shook her hand a bit to unnumb itself from when he was holding tight to her.

"I... Just wanted to help you... You.. You were hurt..." she would look down at her bloody doctor and back at the boy. "Guess.... It was a life for a life? But... I guess this outcome involves one less guy on my payroll." she would leave a nervous laugh ringing in the silence... she was always bad for making jokes at the wrong times. "Um.... Are... Are you ok?"

She would approach him slowly and cautiously... now she would then kneel down in front of him... she knew she could have been slightly safe 'cause she had her gun in her holster... that and he said he wouldn't fight her. Now at somewhat face level with him... she would lift her arm... though pause when it was high enough for him to see... just so he wouldn't be alarmed when she placed the back of her thumb under his chin to lift his face up. She would see the tears then if he let her lift his face up. "Come on...people... People make mistakes... Do.. you mind if I ask you what happened?"

[johndoe]

As quickly as he had dispatched the doctor, anyone would be in shock, at least for a few seconds. This young woman was no different, and with that shock he could have easily advantage and ended her life as well. Lucky for her, he saw something inside of her, and outside, that made him let her live. Rationally, he thought it was only because he wanted to find out who she was working for and if she was a threat, but deep down he knew there was a deeper meaning behind letting her live. From the moment he laid eyes on her he saw his first glimpse of care, of compassion, and it made him feel alive. If she could give him life in more than one way, than there was no way he could ever take her life. Even if they parted way, he would forever remember the girl that gave him life.

Now he just sat there on his weak knees, having exerted a decent amount of the energy he had in him to take out the doctor, his eyes sore from the smoke that had entered them and the fact that he was currently crying. It was the first time he had ever been able to shed a single tear. The entire time he was alone in the asylum, with nothing but his thoughts, and he had never once cried. There was just so much to take in, to understand about this outside world. He was lost in the endless possibilities, the many different people he could meet if he allowed himself to do so. The thought of losing it because some innocent girl was possibly going to bring him back into the asylum tore him apart, but he hoped that stopping his aggression would prove to be a wise decision.

There was a pause after he had spoken to her, and after she took her time to gain composure she spoke back to him. He thought for sure that she would simply thank him for not giving her resistance and place the cuffs around his wrists, but once again she surprised him. She said that she had only wanted to help him, and then said that the doctor was under her payroll. She even asked him if he was okay? She really did care about his health. She had called that doctor to get him medical attention without having to bring him to a hospital. Everything that had happened since the accident was to help him and nothing more. He didn't know what to do. No one had ever just wanted to help him out of the goodness in their hearts. He was in shock.

She would then move slowly over to him, obviously being cautious because of what had just happened to her doctor. It was understandable that she'd be scared of what he might do. Sometimes he even scared himself, but for the most part he had that part of himself under control. She crouched down in front of him, getting over the fear that he might hurt her, and he couldn't help but begin to shake as he wasn't sure what she would do to him. Would she slap him for what he did? Would she shoot him with that gun she was carrying? So many thoughts were running through his head as he waited, before he finally saw her hand in front of his lowered face. It came up slowly, making him shake even more, until her thumb came to rest upon his chin and slowly lift his face so that he was looking at her.

Her face was what he could finally put the label beautiful to, and his eyes got lost in her own. She told him that people make mistakes. This was something he knew all to well, as he had made the mistake of trusting the Professor, but then she asked him if he'd tell her what happened to him. He would stop shaking, grabbing her hand that she had used to lift his head and holding it to his chest. He took a few deep breaths, calming his nerves as he felt her hand outside of his bandaged chest. He would then let go of her hand, letting her place it wherever she pleased, as he took both of his hands and pushed his hair back and out of his face. He didn't want to look like the crazy that she probably thought that he was. Even if he was troubled, he was still a human being.

"I was born among the flames, or that was my first memory. I was without clothing, wet but warm, and all I could hear was screaming. Police tried to take me in my force, and i killed or injured a number of them before they took me down and brought me to the Brask Insane Asylum..." He would stop, his hand grabbing the scalpel by the blade and squeezing tightly. "They kept me there... As I slowly got better, and learned things. They said I was unique. My brain is different from other people's. They did tests on me, I killed more people, but I always calmed back down because I was told I would be allowed to live in the outside world..." Clenching the blade even more at the words he had just said, he looked back into the girl's eyes. "But he lied..."

Finally, he would let go of the blade and let the blood pool around his hand. "I killed everyone... I killed them all and ran... Now I'm here... with you... That's my life story." Lifting his hand up in front of him, he would touch his wound with his fingers and squint slightly every time he did it. "I don't even exist... I wasn't born, according to the police... I'm no one, and I have nothing... I just wanted to be free... After that... I hadn't even thought about it..." Placing his hand back in the puddle of blood where he believed it belonged, he would look up at her again. "I'm... sorry about you're employee. I thought he was... I thought you were both working for them. He actually had worth to you... I'm truly sorry..."

[Mischa Badoer]

She asked him the question... staring into his red eyes. He then grabbed her hand and pressed it to his chest. Once he let go she would take her hand back and lean her elbows on her knees. She would then listen to his words and her brows would furrow feeling sorry for him. Of course her mind went back to Kev... She was tested...beaten... raped... and she wasn't even insane... From what she could tell it was the same thing for him. They were treating him like a Guinea pig.

Then he apologized for the doctor as she looked over at him again. There would be a pause... everything silent in the shut down parlor as she thought of something to say... she knew she was going to do something stupid that might get her in trouble...so she had to think.

Thinkthinkthink

Too late.

She would reach over to him and lift up his shirt...then poke him in the belly button. Yes... she went there.

"You were born... You have a belly button." she would then offer him a smile if he didn't slam her face into the floor from such an action. "And don't worry about him... Yeah I'm sad he is dead... but hey... Things happen for a reason...."

She would the stand up and look down at him now holding her hand out for him to grab so she could help him up. "So I'm guessing you don't have a place to stay... My place is just above this pizza shop... You're welcome if you will feel comfortable...and if not... I think I should force you to stay at least a few nights to get back on your feet...... and so I can get some food into your stomach. Speaking of which... I have pizza and some beverages... Hungry? Thirsty?" if he had accepted her offer of a hand to get him back up... she would direct him back to the counter and make him lean on it to save his energy.

[johndoe]

He felt terrible about killing a doctor that was only trying to help him in the end, but at the same time there was a part of him, hidden deep inside his mind, that enjoyed the kill. He knew that he wasn't the one that enjoyed it, which made him wonder if it was his true self showing approval in his actions. He didn't enjoy killing people. He did what he had to do to survive, because he hadn't anyone else to rely on for the three months he had been alive. If that meant that he had to end the lives of those that would hunt him than so be it. But this girl... Something about her told him that he needed to trust her, and make sure that no harm befell her in any way. He would protect her with every ounce of his being, because she had risked her own life to save his own. He owed her everything.

As he stared into her eyes, he could tell that she was trying to think about something, but what exactly it was was beyond his his ability to read. There were plenty of things that she could have been thinking about from what he had said to her, and so he was sure there was going to be some sort of negative response that would come from her lips. He was a man with no identity or memory. He had been in an insane asylum, and upon his escape had killed everyone in the facility. He even murdered a man that had helped him. Sure he apologized for what he had done, but there weren't a whole lot of reasons for her to put up with someone like him. He was just a small smudge of indecency on the world that he saw as beautiful, and if he had to live a life in the shadows so be it.

After she thought of what to say about his words, she told him that he had to have been birthed because he had a belly button, smiling at him after she said it. Her logic was sound, and Lucien was sure if he was some sort of clone or test tube baby he would lack evidence of an umbilical cord. Still, the way she handled awkward situations with light hearted jokes made him wonder if she covered up her fear of him or if she was simply that care free of a person. Either way, she was definitely a very interesting person, and she only added to the beauty that he had seen so far in the world. He knew that there would be things out there that were like him, and only messed with the pure beauty of the world, but as long as he focused on the good things they didn't matter.

Next, in a show of even further care for his well-being, the girl would stand up and offer him her hand so that he would exert too much more energy just to get himself off of the floor. He would lift his unwounded left hand, and reluctantly grab a hold of her own as she helped him to his feet. His legs would shake, and his knees buckled, as he leaned himself against the same table that he had been laying on only moments before. The blood and smoke debris covered the table, as well as a good portion of the floor, and was even still spreading do to the deep wound in the doctor's neck and the dripping from Lucien's right hand. Before she got the chance to talk, he would grab a needle and thread and perform the same technique that the doctor had on so many of his other wounds. He couldn't explain it, he just learned things.

The young woman would then speak to him again, pointing out the obvious by assuming that he didn't have a place to stay. He was alone in the world, but at least he was free now. He would have simply left and protected her from the shadows if she didn't want the responsibility of taking care of him, but she was just full of surprises as she offered to have him stay with her. She even told him that he would force him if he refused, which made him shudder a little bit but he understood that it was only because she actually worried about him. "There's... no need to force me. I'll stay by your side." He would say, just as she asked him if he was hungry at all. He had never been asked, only told when he was to be hungry, and the thought of eating pizza was enticing in itself.

"I... I don't know... if I'm either, but... I'd like to try some pizza... If it isn't too much trouble." After saying he would try some, he'd wrap up his wound with some gauss and move over to the counter since the table wasn't exactly nailed in place. "Do you... have anything other than mineral water? If not that's fine, I just... I've never had anything else." He would slowly prop himself on the counter, sitting there as he looked over at the girl that he simply couldn't take his gaze off of. He was confused as to why she was so alluring to him, but simply brushed the thoughts aside by thinking it was only because she saved him. Nothing more nothing less. "Even though I... don't know my name... I've been going by Lucien Black... But you can call me what you wish."

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa would grab a damp cloth and turn to give it to the boy, but of course pause when she had seen he was stitching it up himself already. She had done it herself, after all she had to at a lot of points when she couldn't get help.

He answered her question about staying here and she smiled at him sincerely as he agreed and would stick by her side. In Mischa's mind he just needed guidance. She would be a hypocrite if she pushed him away.

When he asked to try Pizza and have something other than mineral water she looked at him with a cocked brow.

"Wow..... they really held you back... Ass holes." she would say while getting out a premaid pizza they would usually prep for the the next day. After she slid it in the fire oven she would grab some juice. Cranberry juice.

"Um... I have cranberry juice... Not many people like it because it's bitter, but if you drink it as much as I do you acquire a taste for it and its more sweet than bitter." she would pour it into a chilled glass and set it on the counter next to him as she poured her own.

"Once the pizza is done we can eat it up stairs... That is where my place is."

And so.... the pizza would then finish and she would pull it out and set it on a pan to carry up stairs. "You're so lucky I have elevators in this place." she had an elevator just so she had an escape route in her kitchen to the parkade that she bought out from the city. She had all he cars and such in said parking lot... so she built an elevator... then she made it go to the top level which was her loft 'cause...well...cause why not? She would head over to the door and open it up and wait for him to enter first before she did the same.

They were now in her loft where it was messy... it was one large living room with a kitchen off to the side that was only separated from the living room by the change in flooring. She had one room, but it was just as big as the living room (which was pretty big) and that would have french doors that would lead to a balcony with a jacuzzi. Her place was a mess like always... she had a large TV.. many video games and clothes scattered everywhere. Even the pictures of Kev and the twins that she had yet to take down were crooked on the wall.

"Sorry for the mess... I never expect company..." 'cause she was socially inept... She would set the pizza down on the coffee table 'cause she didn't own an actual table... why would she...she never had company. Mischa would pat on the couch offering him to have a seat.

"Have a seat you really need to rest... And... You can have my bed and I will take the couch." she would say reaching for a slice of pizza. "Oh...and the pizza is hot..be care this stuff sticks to the roof of your mouth and burns like no other."

[Ceraphine Davis]

The shadows, they had become her friend as of late. Being the place that she stuck to when she wanted to hide away from the rest of the world....away from the pain and the torment that everything had to offer. Never did she venture far from David's house, sticking to him and letting him work to try and put her back together.

But there was not much to put back together. She had been lost, and now there was nothing left but to rebuild. Yet she had already decided, that first day with him, that what was to be rebuilt would not be another, broken down model of the original. No, Kevala Katashi died in that fucking asylum and that was where she was going to stay.

The bruises had long since healed, as had the marks of the needles they had used on her, and as she gained back weight and began to once again look healthy, it had become all the more clear that they had altered her appearance in that place which was good, because it gave her grounds to do what she knew had to be done.

Yet the scars on her mind still lingered, and leaving David's house to come here had been the hardest test she had put forth on herself thus far. It had not been easy, because honestly leaving his side was murder, and every time he had left she had secluded herself to her room, which was only her room while he was gone.

Every night, one way or another, she ended up curled up against him in his bed, because every night the sounds started and the night terrors and the panic....He soothed her, his presence, his touch, even his scent........

Which was what she had used to force herself out of the house while he was gone, going into his closet and pulling out one of his hooded jackets with the name "Blaze" across the back which held his scent from the many times he had worn it. She had of course left a note, just simple little "there is something i have to do. i will be back. always C.J"

He of course knew by now what the initials stood for, it had been decided upon that first day when Mischa had left after the mess there. She was still not sure what had happened between the two, and she was not here to find out, she could care less, because it was the past and all that mattered was that one of the only people she had trusted had walked out on her after showing such atrocious emotions toward David.

It had left a mark on her, and though she did not care about what had transpired between David and Mischa, she did care about the fact the girl had left. Oh yes....she remembered it all now....every detail....

And so she had gotten dressed, pulling on a tank top, since it was all she really had, and a pair of jeans, her shoes and that jacket, clearly made for one much larger than her, though she did not care. As she lifted the sleeve to her nose and drew in a heavy breath she had been sure she could do this....and so she had. Not that it was easy........no, every person that even came close to touching her had that jacket sleeve at her nose as a reassurance that everything was fine. Though the one time some guy had actually reached out and grabbed her, she had turned around and decked him right in the face.

Yeah, she did NOT like being touched by anyone other than David, and that was more than apparent now.

Yet she had found the place, and after trying to see if Mischa was home, she had let herself in, sneaky little thing that she always was....Eyes instantly going to the picture of the girl who she had once been.......a growl sounding in her throat as she tracked across the floor and took one off the wall, carrying it with her to the corner, where the darkness concealed her from sight, simply sitting down there, with her knees drawn up and the hood of the jacket securely over her head, concealing her features from view.

The longer she sat there, the more those lavender eyes traced over the face in the picture, disgusted with what she saw and wanting nothing more than to tear it apart. But she waited...patiently........content with the silence, though keeping the sleeve of the jacket pressed to her face, the scent keeping her in place and not running back home.

Finally, after god only knows how long, she heard noises downstairs, faint but enough for her to brush her tongue to her lips and shot her eyes toward the door.

She couldnt tell who though, but she guessed Mischa.....It was not until they drew nearer that Ceraphine noticed it was not just Mischa by the wave of emotions, but another....another who's emotions tugged at her and made her eyes narrow upon the entry point..........

She waited......watching them enter as they would, seemingly happy as could be......but there was something off about the male, and it both irritated her and confused her at the same time. Only working to incite her anger deep within, something she had been working hard to keep controlled.

Drawing in another slow, silent breath, that scent bringing a bit of peace to her, she waited until Mischa had settled in and spoken before she would finally let her voice be heard.

No longer that southern accent tinging her words, but instead something more native, something less, Kevala........yet still soft and alluring as it had always been.

"Oh how easily we move on when we turn our backs on those who need us most......"

She spoke the words calmly, pushing herself up to stand, finally and stepping out of the shadows, long strands of her black hair falling out from the hood of the jacket yet the rest of her concealed......the picture still in hand.......

"Why do you keep these? A memorial?"

Her hand holding out the photo as the other came up and pushed back the hood of the jacket. Those vibrant lavender eyes falling over Mischa with curiosity more than anything. Then to the male, a narrowing of her eyes, not liking the way his emotions made her feel. She did not know him....but the emotions...they were there none the less, embedded in her mind......Feeling herself starting to slip she used her free hand to twist the sleeve of the jacket within her fingers before she would turn eyes back to Mischa...ever silent, and seemingly calm as she waited for a reply, photo still held out to be seen.........

[johndoe]

As Lucien leaned against the counter, his new found acquaintance was getting everything ready for him to enjoy his first real meal outside of the confines of the asylum. She had mentioned that they held him back there, which he would have disagreed about but he didn't want to argue with someone that was being so kind to him. Sure, they didn't give him much of a variety when it came to food and drink, seeing that he only got specially blended shakes that tasted like nothing and mineral water, but all of the things they made him do... They pushed him to be more instead of holding him back at all. He was sure that she was just talking about the food situation, but with all that he had been through food was the last thing he was going to complain about.

She then got out a dark red colored liquid and poured it into a glass, setting it beside him and telling him it was cranberry juice. She let him know that many people didn't like it because of its bitterness, but the fact that she enjoyed it made him believe that it couldn't be all that bad. Grabbing the cold glass with his bandaged hands, he slowly started to drink the juice, taking in every different sensation as it passed over his tongue and down his throat. After taking his first drink, his eyes would look down at the liquid with surprise. "This is definitely better than mineral water. The bitterness... It suits me..." And so he would continue to drink the juice slowly, savoring every sip as if it would be his last taste. All of these new things that he was experience... It made him feel... Alive.

As he sat there, enjoying his cranberry juice like a child drinking his first pop, the girl told him that once the pizza was done they would go upstairs to her place. The fact that she owned both a pizza place and an apartment at such a young age surprised Lucien, but he wasn't going to complain or pester her about how she was able to handle the costs alone. He knew she had connections, but what connections these were?... He would simply wait and see if she was comfortable enough with him to tell him. Waiting there with half a glass of cranberry juice, he stood there and took in the scent of the pizza that was cooking in the oven. It was the first time that he had the chance to actually smell something being cooked. Blended foods all tend to have the same general scent in the end.

Finally, the oven let them know that the pizza was done, and the girl went and took the hot circle of delicious smells out for them to enjoy. Placing it in a box, she would slowly move toward an elevator, and Lucien would follow her with glass in hand. She told him that he was lucky that she had an elevator, and he simply nodded his head in agreement. Even though he acted like he was weak, the trust was he could move fine because pain didn't seem to bother him all that much. Sure he was severely hurt, and would take it easy for her, but if he needed to he would push himself to keep her safe. The elevator doors would close in front of them, Lucien leaning on the railing furthest away from the girl and their pizza. Even though she was kind to him, he still wanted to keep his distance.

As the doors slide open in front of them, Lucien got his first glimpse of a real home. The place had plenty of items and other things strewn about on the floor and such, and so he simply registered this in his brain as what its like to be living happily. His cell never had anything in it other than a blood covered mattress and blood smeared walls, so this was definitely an improvement from that. There were so many things he had never seen before, but at least read about. Technology was something that fascinated him, and she seemed to have plenty of different electronics around her place. She told him that she was sorry about the mess because she wasn't used to having company or anything. "I don't mind... It seems like a very nice home. Sorry my arrival was so sudden..."

She would move over to the couch and sit down, patting the seat next to her and telling him to take a seat and get comfortable. She let him know that he could sleep in her bed, as she would take the couch, which confused him as he was the guest in her home. He should take the couch, but once again he wouldn't argue. Finally, as she reached for her own slice, she would let him know that the pizza was hot. He could have guessed that from the steam that rose from the circle of food, but he simply nodded to her. He took his time to look about the room some more until a different smell went into his nose. A smell that wasn't part of the room, but something more. The scent triggered something in his brain, and as he heard a voice come from the shadows he fell to the ground clutching his head in pain.

'Kill her...' A voice would echo in his mind as he looked up to see who the intruder was. Another young woman, holding up a picture of his acquaintance and another woman that resembled herself. He couldn't hear what she was saying, as his head was ringing in pain as something, or someone, was revealing itself to him. 'Come on... You know what you have to do... She's going to hurt that girl that helped you... KILL HER!' Lucien would slowly get back to his feet, still clutching his head, as his eyes glared over at the intruder. As he stood there, the girl turning to give him her own little glare, his arms would fall to his side and sway back and forth. 'You're right...' He would tell the voice in his head.

And so, without another second to waste, he would rush over to the girl and clamp his hands around his tiny neck. Lifting her into the air as his grip would tighten, he would stare up at her, and unknown to himself his eyes would shift colors for a second or two. Not a big change, but simply to a darker shade of green, before shifting back to his moss green shade again. "How dare you come here and try to attack her! I won't let that happen anymore! She will be safe!" The anger in his voice was something that he had only had when he lost it, but in his mind he was still in complete control.

'What's happening to me?'

'You're becoming who you truly are...'

'Who are you?'

'Me?... You can call me Neil... I am you... And you are not me...'

[Mischa Badoer]

"Oh how easily we move on when we turn our backs on those who need us most......"

Mischa jumped in her seat a little hearing a third voice in a room. Mischa would have had her gun on the intruder as fast as she could if it wasn't for her pizza in her hand... which she had now dropped as she turned away from Lucien's direction to face hers. It was Kev.

She looked different... and she was holding a picture... Mischa would look at the wall where it should have been to see an empty void. Her eyes would look back at the girl... but only at the jacket that seemed not to fit her. It was quite obvious it was a guy's Jacket. That was enough just to set her back into her sadness. At least when she had found Lucien it kept her mind off Kev.......sort of. Now here she was.

"Why do you keep these? A memorial?"

"You know I'm not doing anything with him... You know me better than that. How many guys or girls have I been with since I first split?" Mischa had been with none. Closest she got to a guy was some dude trying to pick her up on a one night stand and she ditched him to call her... Kevala on the other hand... moved on. That and while Mischa was fighting her cocaine addiction... Kev broke up with her... "And the picture? No." she didn't bother telling her why she still had it rather she just answered the second question about it. She really didn't feel like being the one to confess her love again only to be shot down...again.

Before the conversation she could carried further she would see Lucien run out from behind her and grab for Kev's neck bringing her into the air.

"How dare you come here and try to attack her! I won't let that happen anymore! She will be safe!" Mischa shot up herself now running to him.

"Lucien stop!"

Yeah she left Kev in her time of need... but not for the reasons she was thinking... so in her heart it was still her Kev... and she still wanted to protect her. She would put her hand to the shoulder of the arm that held onto Kev and would look into his eyes. "Please don't hurt her." it was obvious in her tone that she was desperately begging.... she just hoped she wouldn't have the same fate as Mischa's doctor....

[Ceraphine Davis]

Well that was interesting...Before she could even finish hearing Mischa out, or get another word out herself, the air shifted. The male going down in pain and those eyes shooting to him, she knew that scream, she knew that pain.

Aww....somebody had a voice in his head......It was almost enough to make her giggle had she not been too thrown off by the fact that the emotional spike was something she herself had felt before, personally.

But how was that possible? She had never met him, not that she could recall, and unless it was buried deep in her mind still unlocked, he was a ghost to her.

But then he was up, and he had her by the throat, her honey and vanilla scent the one she had for so long, now filling the air around them....... the instant he touched her flesh a series of things being set off at once. One, he was touching her, something that set off panic and a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Two, the instant his flesh touched her own, those emotions jolted her like a lightening volt and her normally lavender eyes flashed to crimson.

She knew that fucking emotional pattern, that signature, and no matter the face she knew.....And that in turn only sent her rage into full gear as she slammed her knee into his ribcage. It was nothing like the power she once held, but she saw his state of condition, she saw that he was just like she had been, only not as abused and neglected, and though it may not have hurt much, it did in fact have to hurt.

Yet Mischa was there, and trying to coax him into letting her go. Dropping her to the ground were her hand shot to her face as she drew in heavy, deep breaths of the jacket, her eyes having started to turn goldish yellow once more now fading back to a mixture of crimson and lavender.

She hated being fucking touched and would then at least try to get one last strike in with her foot to his knee cap, before growling out.

"DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!!"

Flashes in her mind, nights of those hands over her mouth just in case she screamed, the feel of them sliding down her body, pushing at her clothes, it caused her to roll over onto her hands and knees, one palm pressed to the ground while the other came to her stomach, sure that if she threw up this time there was gonna actually be something worth throwing up. David had gotten her to start eating, which was clear given the glow her skin now had and the lack of hollow cheekbones and soft smooth skin.

Finally, with the jacket sleeve gripped tight in her hand and pressed to her face she felt her stomach begin to settle, the images of the asylum being replaced to her time with David. Soothing that part of her that was so fearful of everything imaginable.

Pushing herself back up to stand, she would look at Mischa, coughing a bit to regain the air that had been restricted from her lungs and then shaking her head.

"I never suggested that you were with this.......thing....I simply suggested you moved from one crazy person to another........"

With that she shot her eyes back at him, drawing closer, but not so close as to touch him, the end of her sleeves fisted into her hands, comforting her as she did such....

Those eyes burning with hatred and confusion as she got close enough to whisper out softly.

"I know who you are. Who you really are? Change the face, change the mind, but the emotions remain the same.......Tell me, does he still like the feel of blood on his hands and the way it feels to watch the life bleed out of another's eyes?"

She hissed the last words at him before she put space between them. She did not care if Mischa knew what she had spoken, she wanted inside to get to that voice she knew had to be the one running the show.

She did not know if it was to hurt it, or to simply prove a point, but she wanted it just the same.

Her breathing heavy, starving off a panic attack that threatened to fill her once more she would again raise her sleeve covered hand to her face, taking in the scent and trying desperately to calm down.

Then ignoring the presence of the one who had just laid his hand on her, the one she was now so enraged at in more ways than one, she would look to Mischa......

"Pleasant little surprise I must say....To find another crazy as myself to keep company."

Now tell me, why do you keep her opn the walls? She died. She was beaten and raped and torture until if finally was too much.

She bent down, picking up the photo and shoving it outward once more.

"Kevala Katashi DIED in that fucking asylum. She was not the one who came out. I did. Ceraphine....Do not hang onto memories of the person you could not stand to see the sight of when you turned around and walked away."

She threw the picture then, letting the frame shatter against the wall, the sounds of broken glass sounding through the room as she looked about.

"Get rid of them! She is dead!!!"Can you not see that anymore!"

As she took a step back, the closeness of the group making her heart race, panic setting in, and once more, now a subconscious habit instead of a thoughtful gesture, forcing herself to try and stay calm.

She was angry, hurt and confused, and the male, whatever the fuck his name was, only set her off all the more.

"Whats the matter big boy? Didn't get to finish the job the first fucking time!?"

She growled, knowing Mischa would have no clue, but this was between Kev and the voice in his head, whatever it went by, whatever it thought. She knew it, she knew that much, his emotional fingerprint told her that, and if she had any luck she would succeed in fucking with the guy that now occupied the mind of the other.

[johndoe]

He would hold the mystery girl up with both of his arms, squeezing her throat with all of his strength. The thing inside of his mind wanted nothing more than to see her dead, but Lucien was only doing it to protect his acquaintance from any harm. For someone to show up out of nowhere, and even give him such a glare, he almost knew that she was a hostile and needed to be dealt with. But as he held her in the air, he heard the good girl call out for him to stop. He couldn't understand what importance this girl had to her. Sure there was the picture, but if it was in the past than there could have been bad blood between the two of them. His mind was being pulled in so many different directions, and he didn't know what to do. His vision would slowly blur as he continued to look up at the girl he was choking.

As the kind girl grabbed onto one of his arms, asking him to please not hurt the one he had believed needed to die, he would calm down and get ready to put her down. This wasn't before the victim send a knee to his ribcage in her own attempt to get him to drop her. If he wanted to, he would have held her throat until there was no life left in her body, but since he was told to stop he would stop. Letting the violent girl fall to the ground, Lucien would look over at his girl with a confused and saddened look on his face. "I'm sorry... I..." He was interrupted by the girl on the floor, screaming for him to not touch her. Of course anyone would have that reaction after being nearly choked to death, but the intensity in her voice held something more. 'She never was good at holding in her emotions... Stupid ungrateful bitch...'

It seemed that the fact that Lucien had simply touched the girl had caused her enough pain, and the way the voice in his mind was acting he could only imagine that the real him knew her somehow. He didn't want to know. He was just starting to having his own life, experiencing his own life experiences and nothing else in his real past mattered. Not the voice in his head, not the girl on the ground, they were all a thing of the past. He would simply have to deal with himself, with the rage that has now developed into what calls itself the real him. Lucien knew that he was nothing, and the introduction of this new voice only helped in him realizing it. Eventually, he would not exist. He would fight it until the end, but he would simply disappear into the darkness that he was born from.

The girl then slowly got up to her feet, coughing a bit as she looked over at the girl Lucien had grown to trust and care about. She told her that she never suggested that the kind girl was with him, calling Lucien a thing, finishing by saying that she had simply moved from one crazy person to another. This hit Lucien worse than all of the physical pain that he had felt at that moment. He was nothing more than a replacement to her? Like a child would get a new toy when they lost an old one... He couldn't help feel alone again, shaking his head and causing his hair to fall in front of his face again. All the kindness she had shown him, feeding him and saving him from death, it was all so that she could just have him as a replacement for her. Nothing more... He truly was nothing...

She went even further, telling Lucien that she knew who he really was. That he had changed his appearance and personality, but his emotions would always remain the same. She asked him if his voice enjoyed the feeling of blood on his hands, and seeing the life fade from someones eyes. 'She knows me all too well, right Lucien?...' Clutching his body as a wave of pain rushed through him. Like every cut and gash he had had just been opened all at once. His body was on fire, his mind was killing him and he felt like he deserved it all. It was the only thing he could call his own. The pain was something no one else could take away, or even wanted to take away. He was alone with it all. Sure, Neil was there, but he seemed to embrace every bit of pain Lucien went through.

He couldn't stand it anymore. He wasn't truly wanted by anyone. He was just a fake personality in control of someones body. Without listening to another word either of the girls had to say, he would make his way away from each of them. Opening the doors out to the balcony and shutting them behind him, he would go to the edge and sit with his legs dangling over the ground far below. Looking up at the sky, he would notice that the once beautiful moon and stars had been covered by dark clouds and rain was slowly falling all around him. "This is fitting... This is where I belong..." He would sit there, tears running down his face but being camouflaged by the rain, seeing that he really didn't fit in the world. It didn't matter if he even existed.

'You really are pathetic, you know that...'

'I'm nothing... Of course I'm pathetic...'

'I don't want to come back... This body is yours... All I want is blood...'

'But, I can't just kill everyone I see... Only those that deserve it...'

'Its alright... Kill who you think needs to be killed... But you will kill that girl in there...'

'I can't kill her! She saved me...'

'Not her, you fucking idiot... The one that told you the truth...'

'But... She's important to her...'

'Do you want to be important?... Than eventually you're gonna have to kill the one you're replacing...'

'I... won't do it... for now...'

'Don't make me wait too long... I'm not a patient man...'

[Mischa Badoer]

"Now tell me, why do you keep her opn the walls? She died. She was beaten and raped and torture until if finally was too much. Kevala Katashi DIED in that fucking asylum. She was not the one who came out. I did. Ceraphine....Do not hang onto memories of the person you could not stand to see the sight of when you turned around and walked away."

Would flinch and fall to the ground to sit on her knees... Trying to ignore everything that was going on.

"Get rid of them! She is dead!!!"Can you not see that anymore!"

Mischa looked over at the glass on the floor and that picture that was now slightly scratched. She heard the door to her balcony being open and closed. She looked up to see it had been Lucien that had left.... Tears burning Mischa's eyes she looked back at the picture.

"I couldn't get enough of you." she answered not giving a damn whether she changed her name or the fact "Kevala" was dead, because she was still alive to Mischa. "Don't ever say I did not enjoy being around you." she pointed at the picture on the ground behind her while looking at the floor ahead. "You loved me. I'm keeping them. I don't need something to 'hold onto the memories'.. believe me they are etched into my mind. I'm keeping them because I want them."

She finally looked up at Kev... her eyes blood shot from the hot tears that warmed her cheeks. "Why are you doing this? Why exactly are you here?"

[Ceraphine Davis]

With lavender eyes she watched as the one called......"Lucien" left and went outside, a sense of warning coming to her as she continued to feel just a hint of the emotions he carried. Him she was not worried about, but that voice inside his head, that was what was gonna get her. Their last encounter had not been a good one and it made sense that it would never be the same again. Not that she minded, at least not right now.

Still shaken by the fact that he had touched her, she felt her stomach turn and rested her small hand atop it, a little shake of her head given as she pressed her other hand to her face, breathing in David's scent before being drawn back to the here and now by Mischa.

As those eyes fell over her, kneeling there on the ground and tears running down her face, something inside of C.J felt pain, yet the words soon replaced that with anger and disbelief.

Why was she here? Was she serious?

Growling softly she would continue to rub her hand over her stomach, feeling the tingle around her neck where his hand had been and making her want to run home and take a shower. But she pushed herself, standing her ground as she looked down at the same picture that had been in her grasp not too long ago, the same one Mischa continued to look at.

"Why am I here?"

She scoffed at the words almost and would reach up, pushing a bit of her raven locks back from her face and then shake her head slightly.

"Because I want to know why......"

She shrugged, a casual tone held in her voice as she started to move about the loft, eyes going over every picture and pain filling her at the sight of the twins....thoughts of Zeke coming to mind. God how she missed him...but she could not even be a functioning member to society, let alone his mother.......Now....with Lucien here....it only made it that more clear that leaving him with Gabriel and Alexis had been the right thing to do. At least he was safe there......Mind being distracted she shook her head and turned back to face Mischa. A little sigh passing her lips.

"You loved her....not me.....I am the one you left, when I needed you, you left me. Twice......Don't think I do not remember laying in that hospital bed, unable to move or speak, and that look in your eyes. You really thought......you believed........Grah!"

As pain resurfaced she closed her eyes, her heart racing and her breathing rapid she lifted up the front of the jacket and buried her face within it. The panic was swelling up inside her and she did not want to do that now, not here. When she got home, she would of course strip, crawl into the shower and sit on the floor there crying and trying to sooth herself, but until then, she had to keep it locked away. She was not about to let anyone see her that way other than David......Never again......

"I trusted you........Two people in this world I trusted and you LEFT!"

Yeah so the anger was still hard to keep pressed down, soft smooth waves of it coming off of her, though dulled due to the lack of her bracelet that she refused to take back from David just yet. She was not ready for that, and when the time came, if it came, she knew they would be there for her to take into her possession.

"I am sorry, that what came out of that place was not enough for you......That I am not enough to even be around....But I am telling you this.....If you EVER trusted me.....Listen to me when I say to be careful around that......guy.....Please....I cannot say why, but for gods sake trust me please...."

She had raised her hand to point at the door to the balcony as she practically pleaded with Mischa to be careful. She knew how he was, more so than any other, despite what he may have thought and so long as that voice was in his head he was nothing but dangerous, at least in C.J's mind.

Though she was sure, the girl would not listen, she had to try. Dropping her hand she stuffed it into the pocket of her jacket, the other following suit.

"But mostly......I came here to say thank you....."

Not sarcasm or anything else in her tone, just simple, casual honesty. Her foot pushing a random piece of clothing out of her way as her eyes cast downward to the floor. Finally taking place to lean up against a wall, one shoulder pressed into it as she waited for some form of response, though inside the mean spirited part of her wanted to push the buttons of the one outside. Not the one who sat out there, but the one slithering through his mind like the snake he was.

Yet she refrained and simply stayed put, listening and waiting.....Every ounce of her control set on keeping her here...not returning home, where it was safe....She had to try and learn to do this...and this was as good a place as any to start.