Rogue woke up in an abandoned hospital. She knew it was abandoned, because she didn't hear any noise but the noises an old house would make; creaky wooden/marble floors, decrepit ceilings, and air from unseen cracks in the walls. Rogue was in a wrought iron bed with a moldy mattress and a grey steel wool blanket. The pillow felt as hard as steel.
The hospital room was covered in dust and spider webs. In the hospital room was a small barred window that had cracks in the safety glass. There was dried old blood on the window. There was a desk with a chair and a dried inkwell that used to hold a quill pen. Aside from the bed and desk, that was all the furniture in there was in the room.
The creaky rusted steel door opened, and a small girl around ten years old walked in. She had short glowing white hair that stopped right above her shoulders and just past her neck. She had red eyes, which Rogue thought first as a result of the heavy dust, and her small figure looked brittle and sickly. She wore a white flowing dress that stopped a little above her knees. The dress would have looked prettier on her if it didn't look two sizes too big. She didn't wear shoes. She smiled at Rogue. It was a sad smile, the smile it seemed she usually wore.
She waved to someone in the hallway. Rogue was surprised to see that it was a doe with a tray on its back. The tray had a strange pale pink or purple liquid in a hard clear plastic glass.
The girl smiled at Rogue again and introduced herself and the doe. "Hello. My name is Poison. This is my friend Au. She's a doe; I hope you don't mind her assistance."
Rogue shook her head. "Um, where am I?"
"You are at The Mausoleum, an abandoned diverse correctional institution. It has everything from the mental ward we are currently in to maximum security cells. It was created by the government to house random dangerous occupants. The building is one story with a large basement. There are thirty mental ward rooms on this floor, and the basement is where the prisoners were held. The patients teamed up with the inmates and killed every staff member before the team killed each other.
I'm terribly sorry for the state the room is in. I went to get groceries, and I saw you beaten up pretty badly, and you were bleeding pretty severely. I brought you here to treat your wounds. Now, if you would drink this potion, you'll have enough energy to get to your home I do believe. If you wish, you may stay here for the night and rest more. I went for groceries around noon so it's been about four hours since you were unconscious." Poison smiled sadly again and gave her the potion.
"What's in this?" Rogue smelled it. "It smells terrible."
"It's blueberries, pomegranate, ginger ale, and orange juice. It's works like a protein energy drink and faster healer. It tastes really good." Poison told her. Rogue drank it and coughed after a big sip.
"Yuck! It tastes horrible!" Rogue gagged. She finished it all anyway.
"I'm sorry. My tastes are different from most people. Oh, your clothes are being cleaned by L, an elk. I hope you don't mind the hospital gown. It's smelly and old, but it's all I had."
"You speak rather maturely, like an eighteen year old or twenty year old. How old are you?"
"I'm ten or twelve. Ah, two hoof taps by Au. I'm twelve. How about you miss?"
"I'm sixteen. Oh, by the way, my name is Rogue."
"Rogue…" Poison said her name in a dreamy-like way. It sounded as if she hadn't heard a new name for a long time. "Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that it's not very often I meet a new person."