IT'S FINALLY HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE! SHIT IS ABOUT TO HIT THE FAN GUYZ! OMG YOU GUYZ! JUST... GUYZ! I'm really sorry for reals for not updating. I found my Animal Crossing for the Gamecube AND the 3DS! SQUEEE Wait what I'm a boy.

From the everloving Plaz.

It begins.

A silent afternoon with a light drizzle emptied the streets of a city not unknown for it's hustle and bustle. The sky was grey but slowly descended into a crescendo of storm clouds soon to envelop the entire city. Whether or not people prepared was unimportant if they simply avoided the rain as such. It was peaceful.

-INSIDE THE ASYLUM-

Bree closed her hands/paws/whatever together. She didn't know why she was here. Her thoughts were dark but speaking with Lucas a couple of days ago made it better. Once again questioning her presence, she hears a voice in her head. It's faint, but it was there all the same. Staring at the wall of her cell Bree looked back.

She'd been in here for 3 months. 3 whole months of being experimented on. Of being drugged. Of being beaten. Of choking on the isolation.

The voice returns, this time recognisable enough to make out some words. Assault, them, and free. Bree had no idea what this meant. If it was something important it went over her head entirely. She sighed, enjoying the peace and quiet of the cell while she could. If Bree fell asleep she would be beaten for disobeying the experiment. And it would get worse and worse...

She'd only fallen asleep 3 times over the course of the past 3 months, the last time she slept was last month. Bree however did not feel sleepy for the fear of losing a limb according to previous threats. The first time, she was clobbered with a plank of wood. The second, she was knocked unconscious with a crowbar and severely injured. The third, they cut her all over her body before being beaten with planks again. Bree now has several scars all over her and a broken arm that repaired itself for some reason. Perhaps it was impatience. Perhaps it was magic. Or karma.

Perhaps it was the drugs.

A voice breaks Bree's chain of thought. It was crystal clear. "You aren't getting out of here, no sirree! You never had a chance! HAHAHAHA! You're gonna be a lab rat! Theirs! Their chewtoy! Their experiment! You sick fuck! HAHAHAHAHA!" A voice of insanity, hopelessness... acceptance. "Shouldn't have done it, shouldn't have done it, shouldn't have done it, shouldn't have done it, shouldn't have done it, shouldn't have done it..." the voice repeats. Bree clenches her hands. The voices were not natural. They swallowed out her own voice, one of hope. That's when she realises. She was saying them out loud!

Forcing her hands in her ears, Bree clenched herself up in a ball of psychological disaster. Her body parts ached horribly, her tears poured out uncontrollably. Guilt overloaded her body into a blue screen of death, her voice repeating like a broken record almost. Eyes shut tight with a drowning deluge of hot, salty tears flowing uncontrollably from them. Hunched up in a faetal position. The same words repeating. "Shouldn't have done it, shouldn't have done it..."

-Rendall Street- About a block away from the asylum.

The four exited the vehicle loaded with weaponry easily cloaked underneath their clothes. The plan had changed a little.

"A'ight, guys. The asylum is just around the road here. What we need to is somehow find a way over the huge wall. Any suggestions?" A pale blue cat in her mid teens raised her hand eagerly. "No, Angel, for the love of god, we can't burn it down for several reasons. We gotta be sneak. Oh, and it's not like we'll have to. If we can't trick the guards into thinking we're on the guest list, that is. Yes, Rosie?" A cat of a similar hue in her early teens looked at Lucas. "Huh? Oh, I was just stretching, let's go."

-Outside the Asylum-

"Please, can we go in? It's visiting hours and we have someone in there to see." Rosie said, nearly at breaking point but finding a rather clever way unbeknownst to anyone (no, not even you or I!) of staying calm. "Hah! No way, go take your punk friends and listen to... I dunno, what is it you kids like these days? One Way or Jonathan Believer or Twigz? I dunno, just get lost." This caused the other guards to lose it.

Unfortunately, Ankha was not the same as Rosie. She went up to the numbskulled guard and grabbed him by the collar. "Listen here, ass hole. One of our friends is in there, so I advise you to take a hike somewhere nice and fucking dangerous or I'll sever one of your goddamned limbs off moron. I pay your taxes, you're my slave, get the fuck out of the way before you lose another set of testicles." The guard was quite afraid and reduced to quivering. He managed to whimper some words. "I-I don't have any anymore?" Ankha brought him closer to her face. "Exactly."

Dropping the whimpering guard to the floor, Ankha realised she would probably be renowned by her friends for having a short temper. The other guards ran inside the walls and closed the gates. Now they would have to scale it.

Yeah, sorry, more buildup. This was supposed to be it. Sorry.