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Chapter 1: New Arrival

"It's enough.." She muttered putting her hands in her lap. It wasn't going to be the greatest thing in the entire world...but what was? Especially for this...

She then pressed her head against the window and stared mindlessly out. The asylum would be in view almost shortly and great anticipation was growing.

What would they think of her? By they..she meant..the staff and her 'uncle' but she already knew the latter's opinion. It was his idea that she'd get a job here and learn first hand..."By god.." But why this place? But she knew. Her uncle ran it. Damn him. But she couldn't argue that it was the best. Didn't make it her happy about it either.

"It's in view Miss Arkham. Look up." The driver said briskly and she nodded but didn't obliged until the whole of the asylum filled up her window.

It was unmistakable and unremarkable as well. But the building casted a eerie shadow over her that she couldn't quite shake. It frightened her..The history surrounding it was dark and tragic at best but sorely she heard it a lot. She knew it almost by heart. Her uncle being the odd man he was to keep reciting things like that to her. Yet here she was, or was going to...now it seemed she was the mental patient and not the psychology student. She shivered and felt more dread once the car stopped.

"Damn..we're here."

Damn. Damn it. She now regretted this decision but simply it was too late.

The door opened and she slid out reluctantly dreading the doom that awaited her. They wouldn't like her. That was for sure. She then glanced back at the car and waited for a moment. Surely she could go back. Surely she was capable of that but really her uncle made all this trouble for her. She had to accept it graciously. And so she did with calming and nerving steps towards the inside of Arkham Asylum. She held her breath until she entered but was amazed.It wasn't like what she imagined it to be..or rather what she let her mind wander to. But still she had to go. She had to go and meet the staff. And onward from there.

She wandered down the hallway until she reached a desk. The nurse barely glimpsed up. "Im here to-to-" She stammered before letting her voice die.

The nurse just meancingly stared.

"I mean to say-I mean- Im looking for-Rather..Im suppose to meet the staff."

She felt a lot prouder of herself but all that courage was quickly zapped away. The nurse didn't move. What? What kind of place was this? Was the staff this responsive? Argh.This hellhole already!

"You are?" The nurse snapped slamming her hands down upon her paperwork. "Im Faye Arkham-" Came the response but she hardly finished when the nurse's attitude changed into something more pleasant and professional. This puzzled Faye a lot but hell..what made sense here? So she guessed being the heir to this asylum meant that she was treated with more respect but hell that was even bullshit. Being that gave her amount of power but at the same time limited her. Without her title of heir, she was a nothing, a nobody. But luckily that wasn't the case. Luckily..

"We've been expecting you."

"Oh--"

But the nurse quickly cut her off. "The head of Psychriatry is going to show you the way. Let me call him for you sweetheart." The nurse then put a phone to her ear and called yet Faye's eyes wandered away to the many doors stationed across the hallway. The patients were in there..the mad ones no doubt, the ones she was going to learn and work with. Her uncle was insane! But who wasn't in this place? God this place..this place..She couldn't do that. She couldn't!

Again she got very terrified at this prospect, as anything could happen in a mad house like this one. And not knowing anyone only intensified this fear. Oh god, she was going to go mad here and for sure! She didn't want to do this anymore. She didn't see any real reason to stay here...except her uncle's firm disapproval and that little thing called the learning experience. Fuck the learning experience. She could run. She knew that much..and she could do it within the second also. No one knew she'd been here except this rude nurse. No one. It was her possibility.Her's alone.

"Miss Arkham, we've been expecting you. Sorry for the wait. I've been busy..but here.." She blinked before realizing that it had come from behind her. She then spun on her heel and looked at the person. He was rather cute looking..or rather handsome..He had a nice face, nice plump lips and those icy blue eyes..Those eyes that she couldn't mistake nor lose. He adjusted his glasses then smiled but it never seemed real to her.

"You're Doctor Crane, right?" She introduced himself.

"Yes I am."

"Then you know-"She caught herself just in time. She wasn't going to start ranting now and acting like some type of idiot. He had to be the head of the psychriatric department and first impressions were a must. "I do." He answered simply. His one word phrases captived her but didn't throw her off too much. She grinned.

"Miss Arkham, I insist that I show you around.."

She cocked her head to the side, unsure for a moment what to really think of him. He was a strange one even in this first meeting. She could pinpoint these things but his oddity didn't really alarm her too much. She was 'odd' herself, maybe because it was of her namesake. The Arkhams had the habit of losing their mind and surely she believed in that curse. Her uncle didn't but from the stories, she thought otherwise. "You want to take the pleasure..and for what reason?" She demanded softly, growling a little bit.

"No reason."

She didn't believe that. She didn't but hell he was sure fucking handsome. Okay..maybe she could change her mind but surely he wasn't the only good thing in here. There had to be more then mad people here..even if it was an asylum.. There was always more then the surface revealed.