Waylon Jones sat in a holding cell; he hardly fit into it, his tail wrapped tightly around his scaly legs.
He wore a hospital gown, which only just tied, around his gigantic back.
His amber coloured eyes gazed around the miniscule room, which was cold, dark and dismal. He looked out of the barred door and could see a screen outside, running the same film over and over again. The film was of the asylum, and a man would appear now and again; Waylon had seen this man on his way in.
The man wore a dark suit and had white hair and a moustache.
As the man on the screen ranted on about medicines, care and specialist care Waylon began to tremble.
He had harmed so many people; who cared if they had been innocent?
They shouldn't have stared…
Waylon looked outside again as he heard a woman's voice and clanking chains which mingled in with the footsteps.Fear suddenly ran through his body as he began to panic.
He listened to the voice of the woman;
"His name is Waylon Jones, He's extremely violent and his size is gargantuan; he's even bigger than bane. Which is why we can't have any interns with us at the moment. He may be in shock like many of our patients- but we have to be calm with him."
Waylon stood up as he saw their shadows on the floor, he tried to move as he panicked and tripped over his tail, crashing into the floor.
His head hit the wall and the gown was torn on impact with the floor.
He heard the bolt on the gate snap open and the groan of the metal against the brick wall.
The Dr. walked in and gasped when she saw him on the floor, she went to approach him but he snarled at her.
She backed off and addressed him,
"Waylon? Are you all right? We're not going to hurt you- we just want to check you up."
He didn't speak, only wrapped his tail around his waist as he sat up.
He turned to see the nurse who smiled at him, although her eyes showed fear.
"Do you want us to leave you so you can get into these?"
Said the Dr. as she held up a pair of huge orange trousers with ARKHAM printed in black capital letters down the left leg.
He looked down at them and reluctantly took them; the others turned around pulled them on, there was a ripping noise as the legs from the knee to the ankle were torn.
He sat down, taking off the torn gown and putting it onto the floor.
They turned around again and two guards walked towards him, each carrying a side of a heavy looking collar.
Waylon's eyes grew wide as he glared at the collar, which glowed in the inner rim where electricity flowed.
He panicked again, standing and bowing his head so he didn't bang it again, he snarled and growled at the guards who opened the collar.
His heart thudded as the guards pulled him down with chains around his wrists and ankles.
They pulled the collar around his neck and bolted it; he shook his head, trying to shake them off, continuing to constantly struggle.
They let go when it was secure and handed a remote to the Dr. who at first tried to coax him into being calmer.
He continued to struggle; she pressed the yellow button on the remote and Waylon threw his head back. Screaming in agony as the electricity ran through the wires, which were a mere inch from his scales.
When the shock was over he fell forward onto his knees, tears ran down his face and he raised a huge chained hand to his face to wipe them away.
He screamed at the guards and the Dr., swearing, screaming, and struggling.