Blazing bells echoed the long halls of the mental hospital. Sounds of screams clawed at the walls as footsteps gathered together in a horrible melody. Red spun in circles across the bloodied halls as a large spiked mace broke through the brick. It was a war zone, a hell hole on earth's surface. Slowly, a strait-jacketed girl approached a bloodied doctor. A sickening cackle escaping said psychos lips.
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Time: 2:40 pm. Date: Monday Jan 10th, 2004. Location: A.S.H
The pristine white door flung open as a buzzer went off. Stepping inside the gray dark room, the newcomer muttered. The light flickered above her as buttons blinked on and off. It was definitely a control room.
A large window sat on one edge of the wall. It showed a padded white cell many would call an “isolation chamber”. It was nothing special, just bright white everywhere the eye could see. Honestly, it was just annoying to look at.
Turning to the men dressed in large white coats the newcomer sighed. The men watched cameras and the window, seemingly watching something inside. Whatever it was, it frightened them. It frightened the facility enough to put it in one of the most guarded chambers. And today was the newcomers day to face that horror. Eyeing the blinking lights the orange puffy haired doctor walked up to one of the doctors.
“What's with the setup?” she asked, her voice could be in a fashion commercial. Soft and seductive yet with hints of dominance. The doctor she spoke to jumped to the sudden noise and turned to the girl.
The doctor was simple, dark skin with bunned up black hair. Large purple glasses sat on her face as she examined the orange haired girl before her. Her eyes were dark, like a midnight sky. Her shirt was purple, small stars decorating it.
“You must be Doctor Dempsey...” the doctor mumbled before standing up, “welcome to containment 22004. My name is Doctor Spencer, head of dangerous individual containment. It's nice to finally meet you, Miss.” Doctor Dempsey was widely known as a collected and successful doctor within the walls of the hospital. Able to break into the minds of anyone and learn how they tick. She was vastly talented in the art of observation.
“Likewise.” Doctor Dempsey responded simply, “but just call me Adaline.”
“Yes doct- Adaline.” the younger doctor quickly corrected, it was obvious the poor girl was nervous. However, something told Adaline she wasn’t nervous about her, but nervous of what was in the room.
“Good, now open the doors.” Adaline turned to the locked iron doors before her, doctors looking to one another with concerned looks. “I said open it.” The door quickly swung open as Adaline stepped through. Almost as fast as it opened though, it closed.
Scanning the room Adaline took note of the certain darkness that would spill out. The room was white and blinding but still the feeling of dark remained within its walls. To any normal person it would be maddening, luckily Adaline wasn’t normal.
Looking at the twitching shape in the corner of the room, Adaline expected to see a monster. A beast hell bent on killing her and everyone around her, but instead… instead it was a girl. The girl was thin yet muscular, long locks of blonde hair cascading down her back. Her back was turned to Adaline as she spoke in gibberish. The girl wasn't mentally there, that's for sure. So what made them lock her up as a danger? She hadn’t even attacked yet.
Forcing her mind to remain on track, the doctor approached the twitching patient.
“Jacqueline Bartley I presume?” When no response came the doctor decided to continue, “it's time for your questioning, get up.” the patient huffed before forcing herself to a stand. Jacqueline turned to the doctor, her green eyes filled with hate and an unreadable insanity. She seemed human, but something screamed of unnaturality inside of her.
“Ah have no answers for yer questions, just git out.” Jacqueline spoke, her voice lined with a thick southern accent.
“Oh but you do, now sit down.” Adaline turned towards the one way mirror, nodding at the doctors inside. Quickly the doctors sent in two guards, both had a plain white chair. They placed the chair facing one another before returning to the door, guarding as it closed. The southern patient scoffed.
“Ya don't trust me that much to let me go to an actual meeting room?”
“No, we don't.” Adaline already took her seat, causing the patient to follow reluctantly.
“Ah can’t even use my hands with this damn jacket, what's there to lose?” Jacqueline argued.
“Everything.” was the blunt answer from the doctor. Adaline took out her notes from her bag before tapping them on her knees. She quickly opened a folder before turning her eyes back to Jacqueline. “Do you know why you're here?”
“Straight forward huh, yah. I know why.” Jacqueline responded with a smile. Great, a reluctant patient. Always took a while but they were the best to break.
“Then why are you here?” Adaline asked simply.
“Because people don’t trust me.” Jacqueline spoke, her tone darkening but not in an angry way. Something about how she said it told Adaline it was regret.
“And why don’t people trust you?” Adaline attempted, she didn't want to anger the patient yet.
“Because they don’t!” Jacqueline hissed, catching the doctor off guard. There went her plan for a false happy environment.
“That's not an answer, WHY don’t they trust you.” Adaline spoke, preparing her pencil as she watched the patient's face morph. Regret, anger, denial and finally fear. Well, that all came before a sick smile spread on the patient's face.
”Sugarcube… Love has a blind eye, yours are wide open."
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Adaline left the pure white room with a scowl. After the last comment the patient just refused to speak further, which was fine. Resistant patients tend to be like that at first. What mattered at the moment was what Adaline did get. The patient themselves seemed well aware of the horror she brought to others, even if they themselves didn’t seem to be a threat.
Turning to the doctors before her, Adaline nodded. The doctors seemed stunned at her survival, maybe the patient did tend to attack the doctors. Then why did they not attack Adaline?
“I will be back tomorrow.” Adaline spoke sharply before heading towards the exit, “keep her locked up.” the doctors quickly nodded as she left the room. This patient truly was a mystery… something Adaline desired to solve. However, tomorrow is tomorrow and she had other work to do. The day had only just begun after all.
Stepping out into the long gray halls, Adaline nodded at different doctors who passed her. Many didn't pay attention to Adaline, something she grew used to honestly. Everyone was busy, everyone had scars. The average mind could only handle so much no matter how amazing it itself was. Said limits of the mind was Adelines job to figure out.
Stepping through the hall in a professional manor, Adaline grabbed her coat and wrapped it around herself. She opened a wide door and stepped outside into the winter chill. White sparkling blankets adorn the ground in a silent undisturbed beauty. A long day had been completed for Adaline… now she could go home.
Chapter 1: Rachel and Casidy's night
Time: 7:30 pm. Date Monday Jan 10th, 2004. Location: Denise Manor
Rachel, a rainbow haired girl with sky related tattoos adorning her body, huffed as she switched the channels on her TV. After a long day of avoiding all possible work Rachel really needed something to do, sadly the TV didn’t have any answers for her. Uninteresting news, blatant lies, horrible events being-over publicized, yep. The normal for the world. Biting her tongue in an attempt to not scream Rachel switched the channel once again.
A news channel popped up, familiar faces of famous people talking endlessly about some park or something. Rachel mumbled as she laid her head on her hand, honestly could today get more boring?
Slowly opening the door to the main room a meek girl entered. Her long black hair draped over her eyes and her charming cottage core, yellow powdered dress dragged behind her. The girl's bright blue eyes scanned the room before they landed on the rainbow haired mess. A soft smile grew on her lips as she approached the girl and sat beside her.
“Are you alright, Rachel?” the shy girl asked, her voice soft as a whisper. Rachel groaned and turned her head to the newcomer with a face anyone could only describe as “what do you think”.
“Ah… well, uhm.. I wanted to tell you Casidys at the door.” Great, just what she needed! Casidy always got herself in trouble and ran to Rachel to avoid the consequence. Rachel also tended to get herself in trouble but not as much as Casidy did. Sometimes Casidy dragged Rachel into the drama just because she said it was “fun”. Honestly all things Rachel did not fully understand. She still followed of course, it was fun! She was with her best friend after all! Besides, a little danger never killed anyone.
With a slightly brightened mood Rachel spoke.
“I’ll get it.” Standing up from her comfort pose and stepping past the shy maid, Rachel hurried her way over to the door with a bored but happy look. Slipping her fingers around the door handle Rachel slowly opened the door only to be pushed back as a girl rushed in, shutting the door loudly behind her. Rachel watched Casidy with an amused look as the girl quickly made herself at home, holding two large bags of possibly stolen candy. Casidy quickly flashed Rachel with a wide smile before rushing her way to the TV with an excited giggle. Rachel only followed slowly behind her, secretly praising Cassidy's candy stash.
“Look at that!” Casidy flipped through the channels, finally landing on a certain news channel Rachel strongly disliked. It also focused on the negative and seemed so fake, but… Casidy always liked it for some reason.
Following Casidy’s finger Rachel noticed a colorful pink clown looking girl with a bright blue mask over her eyes. Said girl was Pinkie Pie, feared criminal of the streets said to break the minds of any who met her. Honestly Rachel felt it was all just a paid actor for that certain news channel, no other channels spoke of her. To be fair though, Rachel never adventured to the streets Pinkie visited, but she knew enough to know another channel might try to profit off of the psychos sighting.
Besides, for years the very channel was in a court case over how it only tells lies. It was fully possible Casidy just saw the channel as a reality TV show. Probably for the best.
Rachel simply rolled her eyes and flopped on the couch watching the TV with a blank, bored look. A few minutes passed before the police sirens began to rip past the house. This happened all the time, and they never thought to check Rachel's house. It was possibly because her parents were high business rich folk who didn't take too kindly to being disturbed. They were probably afraid for their wallets. Then again, Rachel's parents were never home. Always ignoring their daughter and leaving her to be practically raised by the maid. Said maid was Rachel's same age!
The maid definitely was Rachel's best friend, possibly a bigger sister at this point. She was there with Rachel through thick and thin, always standing by her side. She was there for Rachels soccer games, there for Rachels breakdowns and there for Rachel's first cheerleading performance. Yes, Megan was truly a bigger sister to Rachel.
Casidy hummed happily as the police cars passed, probably congratulating herself on a good heist and escape. She dug into the bags, popping a gummy pony into her mouth. Megan soon entered the room with a tray of snacks and sweet drinks. Of course she kept some tea for herself as she set down the tray, Casidy politely digging in without a single thank you. Of course Megan played it no mind though, it was honestly impossible to break her gentle spirit.
“Ray!΅ Ray was a nickname Casidy gave Rachel, “did you see that! That was so cool!” She was probably referring to the TV, something Rachel was ignoring. Just wanting to make Casidy happy though, Rachel smiled and nodded her head leading Casidy right back to watching the news channel. Deciding boredom wasn’t worth it, Rachel too began to watch the TV. Just letting the night go by.
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A loud crack startled Rachel awake as Casidy ran freely around the living room. Apparently Rachel fell asleep while the news played forcing Megan into the guardian role. Megan was struggling to keep Casidy from the expensive and breakable objects around the room, wheezing with each breath. Rachel mentally commented how she needed to make Megan work out more.
Rachel quickly forced herself to stand up as she ran after Casidy, suffering from a major sugar high. Rachel could quickly catch Casidy, something the party animal did not particularly like. Grabbing the arm of the wild candy eater Rachel pulled her away from a precious plate her parents admired. She began to pull Casidy away and shoved her onto the couch earning a glare for her efforts. Megan let out one more wheeze before sitting down to calm her breath.
“Alright, what happened.” Rachel commented, a smirk growing on her lips. Casidy noticed the smile before smiling herself.
“They failed to catch Pinkie Pie! Another adventure awaits!” Casidy quickly squeaked in joy, joy that was definitely going to the wrong side.
“Isn't she a villain..?” Megan commented, she then twitched away when Casidy sent her a glare too.
“Nah! She's just having fun!”
“At the expense of others…” Rachel took notice of Cassidy's moon quickly dropping, an angry look sneering its way to Megan.
“Whatever, let's move on.” Rachel attempted, just wanting to pull the attention away from Megan. “How about we go to my room!”
“Yay! Rachel's room is the coolest!” Casidy squealed before darting upstairs. Rachel simply smiled and shook her head as she followed the girl, leaving Megan behind with the broken tea cups on the floor. She was the maid, she would handle it, Rachel thought as she walked upstairs.
Long rich halls of family heirlooms and expensive glass lined the walls. The walls were a lovely cream color, complimenting the blue carpeting squishing beneath Casidy's and Rachel's feet. Wide windows opened up showing the backyard garden and the front yards of freshly trimmed trees. The scent of chlorine broke into the two girls' noses as they walked above the downstairs pool. Rachel was blessed with having such a wonderful house to live in.
Rounding the corner Rachel opened a set of two large doors revealing a sky painted, punk styled room. There was a lot of poorly drawn art on the walls, messy floors covered by clothing and what could only be assumed to be sports equipment. Casidy took no notice of the mess and jumped onto the bed laughing. Usually on nights like these Casidy would stay over to be extra careful, something Rachel suggested due to a lot of action movies.
Casidy kicked her shoes free from her feet as she laid back with a relaxed sigh. Rachel followed Casidy's actions before sitting right beside the party animal with a smile. The two did their casual chit chat over pranks they planned to play on friends and enemies. The hours would pass as the two talked, just happy to be near each other. Tomorrow marked the day they returned to school, so they took their time celebrating the last of the weekend.
