Wolf was filled with dread yet an unpleasant ecstasy.

Today was Fight Friday.

Only the tough of the tough could fight against each other; not only did this resemble who were the biggest threats of the asylum, but who would always get their way, who you should be scared of, who were Levana's go-to weapons. Not only did this benefit off of Levana, but guys like Wolf helped Levana in her discreet message of "don't think about escaping the asylum, because you can't escape them." And through them, her, ultimately. Aside from her having her top notch security guards who still maintained their bio-electricity at an advanced level, which was already a hard bargain for any patient in the asylum to go up against, having an added armed accessory strictly as a weapon completed her vicious army. They all came in packs, and on Fight Friday, those packs would compete against each other for "entertainment." But in all actuality, the real entertainment lied within the horrified faces of the patients and their widened, frightened eyes. At them. At him.

Not only was he a threat and different to society, but he was a threat to his own people. The people, who all had their own mental illnesses. The people, whose once strengthened bio-electricity was deteriorating day by day, less they use it against each other. Never the wolf pack. Never the security guards. Never Sybil Mira. And most of all, never Levana.

Once, a foolish middle aged man made the mistake of crossing Levana, figuring he had enough of Artemisia Asylum. By not only trying to escape but trying to brainwash Levana, he was made an example of. Levana made him plunge a kitchen knife into his heart - very slowly and gradually, making it more of a torture before his hand twisted the knife within his guts and made him fall onto the hardwood ground. Levana made sure to do it publicly too, letting her beautiful step-daughter have a clear sighting of the execution. Whimpers could be heard from the man's mouth, along with a trickle of blood before his head went limp, and with that, his dark eyes wide open in shock. Levana did not stop there. No, she took the knife sharply out of the man's guts and slit his throat with such ease, his blood already on the knife creating more blood from his neck, it was disturbing. That was when Levana's message could be heard, that whoever was trapped within the asylum's walls would never get out - not under her watch. And that you would die if you tried. Her mission was successful, because ever since that incident, the people were more fearful of her. No one tried anything. Torture their peers all they want, but Levana, Mistress Sybil, the wolf pack, and the security guards were off limits.

Wolf was one of the best out of his pack, so of course it was his turn next against an alpha named Mahli.

Wolf licked his lips, knowing he would be easy to defeat. He looked lanky despite his abnormal size compared to other humans, but he was half-wolf under Levana's monstrosity of a creation, and he was bait compared to a guy like Wolf. He was built like a weapon used for the army, part human and part wolf-like. But he was as soft and sweet as a child deep down, yet no one cared to explore that. No one could explore that, looking at his exterior and his animalistic behavior amongst them.

Wolf never liked fighting, but he begrudgingly - and eventually - got into it amidst the fight, strictly focused on winning. This time around, he felt like his mind wouldn't be into it at all. Not this Friday. That girl was here. The girl that was always here on Tuesday's and Thursday's, and sometimes Friday's to check on her grandma. Grand-mÄ—re, she would call her. She was also the asylum's cook, but her shift would be over before Fight Friday would start, if she even visited her grandma this late on Fight Friday. Michelle Benoit was the old woman's name, and she was described as crazy amongst the asylum. In fact, she'd been diagnosed bipolar.

Regardless, Wolf kind of liked this girl. He kind of admired her from afar. But he didn't want her to see this side of him, regardless of the side she thought she knew or the one she made up about him. No, it would only confirm her negative assertion.

But nonetheless, being the forcefully faithful soldier he was, he competed against this kid.

Mahli came for the kill, striking first. Or at least, trying to strike first. Wolf was already on high alert and had incredible reflexes, despite putting his focus on something completely different than demolishing him. He didn't want to defeat the kid, that was all he was really, a kid. Mahli looked no more than seventeen. Wolf was 23. Mahli looked like he just made the cut for six feet, Wolf was 6'4. He did not stand a chance.

Wolf decided to get the agony over with, and quickly threw a punch to the boy's jaw. Immediately, Mahli winced in pain, squeezing his eyes shut and reaching for his wounded jaw. That was another gateway for Wolf, so he took it. He proceeded in kicking him in the shin, making Mahli groan in pain. There were a mixture of cheers from the pack and pleas from their audience, and Wolf could have sworn he saw a sluggish figure stand up from the seated audience and walk towards their spot on their small, black platform. Soon enough, Wolf kept throwing punches and kicks before picking Mahli up over his shoulder and body slamming him down onto the solid, white floor.

Wolf had won.

But he felt remorse.

During that last punch, he felt a slight tug on his forearm behind him.

He may have accidentally shrugged that hand off like a person would to a measly fly.

Not even having the time to feel guilty about another of his victim's laid out on the floor with blood coated on their faces, he turned around to see a familiar figure hurdled on the floor.

It was Michelle Benoit.


Ooooh, slight cliffhanger? Hoped you all liked this chapter! Also, thank you for the nice reviews on the last chapter, I read them continuously with a smile on my face. Please review, favorite, and follow this story if you like it so far! I should be updating the Rampion Boyz tomorrow!

p.s. Mahli's name means "weak" or "sick"in Hebrew.