Dr Arden leans against the wall of his laboratory, staring at the bloody bone sticking from his arm, as well as the puddle that blood has caused. He tires to stand up, but his body is in far too much trauma to do so, not even science could do anything to help him. He's used to enjoying the silence, but not in this moment, not in times of such pain and worry. He's failed his experiments, he's chance of redeeming the human race, his chance to help them survive the worst of chaos, he's failed what he considers his purpose. He's lost a lot of blood, more blood than he can guess; less than death, more than a healthy measure, he needs a powerful nourishment of warm fresh blood.
"It seems you've, gotten yourself in a struggle, Dr Arden," a female voices remarks at the door, catching the doctor's attention.
"Who's there?" Dr Arden sighs, his eyes blinking in confusion.

The silhouette of the woman pears from the dark and into the light, revealing a black and white veil in the pale artificial light, a veil easily recognised; Sister Mary Eunice. The pale young woman holds strong in her stance, even with the blood that's covered her veil, face, and golden locked hair. Dr Arden has always fancied her, everything about her to be exact; her youth, hair, skin, face, eyes, everything. She knows how to look weak, but be completely and utterly powerful, and that's what Arden liked about her. There is something devilish about her, something he hasn't noticed until she stepped into that light, like it was a type of spotlight to what she really is.
"It's me, you imbecile. It's the source of your atrocities, your allowance of them, now look at you; weak and broken," Mary Eunice pauses, staring at the bone that's broken from his arm. "We made it abundantly clear that we would be sticking to the plans, and then, you decided it would be fine to break away from that idea, and try to, experiment on a freak."
"I thought you were dead? Where is Sister Jude?"
"Dead? You foolish old man, I can't die, not anymore, not by a ghost's hands. I've changed completely, and not even your precious science could have foretold it. Sister Jude is somewhere, not sure where, but she's alive, she must've ran away from the chaos."
"You should be leaving this place, should be gone from this god forsaken place, Sister Mary. Why are you still hear?" Dr Arden questions, slowly finding his way to his feet at last.
"I couldn't leave without doing this."

Mary Sister Eunice somehow picks Arden up in a telekinetic grip, making him float in the air with both of his arms stretched out, including the broke one. During his levitation, his bleeding somehow stops, the bone clinging away from the arm. Mary Eunice's eyes turn a glowing orange colour, a satanic colour, a colour only describable in a nightmare.
"What- are you- doing?"
"Ending your reign of evil once and for all."
The hands of the demonic nun separate, causing the the bones of the legs of Arden to break completely, causing him to scream like a mad man. After the legs, the whole arms go with them, causing more and more screaming. Blood curdles from the fresh wounds, dripping onto the frosty tiles of the cold laboratory. Arden feels like his chest is about to explode, suddenly feeling warm liquid tear from it, knowing it is blood. Arden hastily stares down at the Sister, seeing a shadow emerge from behind her, the shadow of the infamous psychopath March. He attempts vigorously to warn her, but she stops him from speaking, branding his lips together, then, she finishes him off, tearing his heart from chest and into her hand, killing him indefinitely.

She lets go of her telekinetic grip on his body, watching it as it drops on the ground like a heavy boulder, the sound of the falling corpse satisfying her blood-lust. Her eyes change back to her normal state, the blue opal eyes peering through the light and dark of the room, but not in the right places. The silence swallows the room once again, but this time, not in the best way, Sister Mary Eunice hates silence, unlike Arden, she'd prefer if it was always loud. She hears a disturbance from behind her and turns quickly, facing the knew threat in the room.
"Well, hello, little one."
March swings the large surgical saw at her throat with extreme force, slicing at it, and cutting her head clean off her shoulders. Her head rolls onto the ground like a soccer ball, her blonde hair becoming loose and bearing with the ground. The blood from the slice sprays everywhere; the walls, ground, March's whole body, nowhere is safe from that amount of blood. March howls at what he just did, commemorating himself with a chuckle and a tricky smile, enjoying the lack of presence in what used to be a full room.
"Another demon bites the dust, so much for not being able to die by a ghost's hands." March grins, wiping the blood from his face. "Now, where did that other nun go?"

The group wanders amongst the halls, hearing the screams of the patients down in the cell blocks, which causes shiver down most of their group members' spines. Kit holds his gun close to his side, while his other hand is comforting the wildly stressed Grace. Kyle playfully swings his axe across his side, ready to use its blade if he has to, while waiting to cross any other sign of a weapon the others can use.
"Shouldn't we tell someone about the remaining patients, the police or something?" Lana pleads. "One day, I'm going to write about every single one of those patients, and what these animals did to us."
"And what about what the animals did to them? March?" Kyle asks, his voice snappy and aggressive.
"Nobody will believe us, Kyle," Kit adds. "They'll think that we did this, so we can't say anything, unless we have any real evidence-"
"I'll find some, one day I will, I swear," Lana adds. "Everyone will know what happened here, they will know everything."
"When the police realise three teams, let me repeat that, three teams of S.W.A.T. haven't checked in, it won't be long until they act upon it. And it's clear that it can only end in two ways; their deaths, or our deaths, there's no in-between," Jimmy explains.
"So much death, we're surrounded by it all. Why are we surrounded by it all?!" Grace cries, instantly feeling the warm comfort of Kit.
"We won't be here for much longer," Tate adds. "We're finding our way out, tonight."

They enter the middle wing, close to the entrance of the Asylum, but everyone knows the doors are locked, they're always locked down, especially in the times like this. Tate stops the group from walking any further, even placing his hand on Kyle's chest, and softly pinning him against the wall, making sure it's silent. His warning is so sudden, so unexpected, and quickly makes every single member of the group worry.
"What is it?" Kyle asks, throwing his hand away from his chest.
"I just heard the door open."
"I didn't hear anything, how are you sure?" Jimmy snarls, questioning Tate's logic.
"I'm a fucking ghost for fuck sake, I hear everything I want to," Tate snarls.
"Yeah, okay, teen wolf," Kit jokes, trying hard to suck in his laugh, knowing it's not the best time. Kyle, Jimmy and the girls on the other hand, struggle to keep their laughter in. Even through the shitty times, Kit can manage to make anyone smile.
"I said ghost, not werewolf, smart-ass!" Tate growls.

Tate carefully peeks his head around the corner they stand near, finding his eyes to the innocent door that stares back, but he sees nothing that explains the sound of the door opening. Tate stares around, trying hard to at least get a clue about who or what found themselves inside the Asylum on what seems like the worst fucking time in the history of choosing times. Tate's senses are unnatural, able to see, hear and smell anything and everything he wants to, so it's a mystery as to why Tate can't do any of those things right now, he hates it.
"What do you see?" Lana asks. "Anything at all."
"I don't see any-"
"Lana?" a voice interrupts, startling Tate, making him appear behind the person the voice came from, putting them in a headlock that could kill.
Kyle prepares the axe, stopping when he has full sight of the man in the suit; Dr Oliver Thredson.
"Hey hey! Relax!" Thredson screams at the top of his lungs, catching Lana's attention, and empathy.
"Guys, no!" Lana screams. "He's a friendly."

Lana steps in, gripping the handle of Kyle's axe, not like it would do any good, not against Kyle anyway. But Kyle does stop, looking the man in the glasses and a suit up and down in confusion. Why Dr Thredson? And why now out of all times? It doesn't seem right, but everyone in the group looks past it as it's lost in the mist of stress that's consumed the room. Tate drops Thredson from his grip, causing the doc to fall to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. Tate just snarls like a grey wolf as he stutters back to the pack, his eyes not leaving the man unknown to him.
"Talk about a grip," Thredson coughs. "I could diagnose him with hysterical strength. What- the fuck is going on here, Lana?"
"Oh you know, the usual bullshit," Kit gnarls. "Bullshit you've let happen here. You didn't even try to help us, you prick."
"Hey, I didn't have the auth-"
"Authority my ass!" Grace growls.
"ENOUGH!" Jimmy squawks. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Tate laughs at the carnage occurring in the room, like they're standing in a fun-house rather than an asylum, he's seen worse, a lot worse.
"I'm getting outta' here, with or without whoever this guy is," Kyle explains, kicking open a door to another hallway. "Let's go already."

Nightfall is hours away, and the group is still trying to find the entrance to the tunnels, but they're stuck in the illusion of the never-ending madness that lurks in the halls and floors of the Asylum. Everything is completely and utterly silent, the patients in the cell blocks were probably fatigued, probably screamed themselves to sleep, a chilling thought to Lana and Grace who were worried sick about them. Everyone except Tate was getting exhausted, especially the regular humans, Kyle doesn't get fatigued as quickly as the others, even Dr Thredson was becoming tired from all of the scurrying and wandering.
"We should have found it by now," Grace sighs, flipping her hair from the front of her face. "We've done this before, Kit and I, we should know how to do this again."
"We're not thinking straight, we're tired and we're fucked at this point," Kit says.
"We'll find it," Tate comments. "If it comes to it, you guys can rest and I'll keep looking, I'm a ghost, I don't need sleep. Not unless I 'die' again."
"You're a ghost?" Thredson snarks, clearly not believing what he had just said. "Scary."
"The only monsters here are the humans that serve in these walls, and after what Kit and Lana have told me, that's you Thredson," Jimmy snarls, picking up two broken pipes and a rifle, checking the magazine and cocking the weapon before shoving the two pipes in in his pockets.

Tate and Kyle stop, hearing the sound of a pistol being quietly cocked, knowing that the noise can't mean anything good. A blast rages, and a bullet pierces straight through Tate's throat, making him hit the floor to a temporary death. Jimmy begins to turn back is knocked completely unconscious by a thrown brick, and like that, Lana is grabbed. Kyle turns to face the threat, and to no surprise to his, it's the unknown, it's Thredson. Thredson holds a handgun to Lana's head, but something is different, he wears a mask; a bloody, disgusting looking mask, with human teeth and hair stitched onto it. Kyle's temper is being tested once again, his friend is in danger, and nobody can do anything about it, not even Kit and Grace, who stand a metre away. Kyle kneels down to Tate, checking his pulse, nothing.

"You son of a bitch," Kit snarls, staring at the murderous looking Thredson, aiming his handgun at him.
"Oh c'mon, your not completely surprised, are you Kit? I mean, you didn't think I was going to help you get out, did you? I was going to keep you here, so the truth couldn't come out, the truth of who bloody face really is. I killed your precious, negro Alma, I killed Lana's precious Wendy, I've murdered so many girls, and I let you take the blame. And now, you're going to watch as I drag this little one away, take her away from this, and she'll be gone, forever."
"If you fucking hurt her!" Kit yells.
"Shut it!" Thredson growls. "Or I'll shoot your new precious Grace."
Thredson begins to slowly and carefully take steps back, away from the rest of the group, and eventually around the corner, out of sight. Lana's gone, Thredson has taken her away, and the group couldn't do anything about it. Now they have to wait; wait for Tate to heal and wake up from his re-death, and Jimmy to eventually wake up from his sudden nap. Then, it's personal, Tate will do a lot more than put a simple bullet in Thredson's skull, and Kit has tight and personal business with the man he then describes as a "malicious cunt."
"It's time to kill that son of a bitch," Kyle states.
"Amen, to that," Kit agrees, cocking his now completely ready to kill handgun.