Pelican Bay State Prison- Crescent City, California

Pelican Bay houses some of the most dangerous criminals in the greater California area. Built as a Super Maximum prison, it is situated almost 11 miles from the California and Oregon state line in a remote forested area, far away from a heavily populated city. With almost 3,301 prisoners, most of the general population was classified as Level IV maximum-security. While the other, more dangerous criminals are held in the SHU section of the prison. A large x shaped cluster of white buildings made specifically for one prisoner at a time.

Out of all the SHU prisoners, the most infamous of them all was a woman named Dahlia Shafer.

One of the only few girls in the prison, she and her sister Kara Shafer, were convicted of brutally killing seven people from the California and Utah area.

Dahlia was a certified sociopath and mentally disturbed, prone to lashing out at a moments noticed. On the day she was arrested, she managed to kill two police man, severely injure three others, and led a three hour car chase across the San Francisco streets, killing five pedestrians in the process until she was finally apprehended. During her trial, she was reported to have jumped from the witness stand and violently attack the prosecutor, nearly ripping his throat open. It took a total of three security guards to subdue her. When she was being transferred to the prison, she jumped the guards escorting her, severely injuring two of them and was able to gouge out the thirds left eye. And during a normal exercise session, she reported to have jumping onto one of the men, ripping out his hair and biting his neck. It was this incident that caused her to be transferred to the SHU facility.

It seemed Dahlia suffered from violent psychotic urges. These urges could come at any moment and she would totally lose control, violently attacking the closest person. She also appeared to suffer from extreme schizophrenia and might even be bipolar, though it has never been proven. Normally, the mental ill were not to be held in SHU after the lawsuit of 93 but in her case, they made an exception. Either way, it was evident Dahlia was extremely unstable and it was because of her actions that made her one of the prisons highest priorities.

As for her sister Kara, she was almost the exact opposite of her sister. Born a mute, she was a very reclusive woman and hardly ever seem responsive, almost as if she was in her own little world. Because of her condition, it was never determined if she was as disturbed as her sister, but it was proven she had assisted in the murders. Because of her docile behavior, she was one of the prisons most well behaved patients and was even going to be transferred to a regular woman's prison in just two weeks.

It had been five years since the two had been convicted. Dahlia was to be brought up soon to determine if she was to be put on death row and Kara to have her sentenced reduced on good behavior.

Though it has never been confirmed but there have been some speculation that there was a third killer involved.

Dahlia was slouched in the corner of her small-undecorated cell. She was a thin woman and only about 5'4 in height. She had a wild mane of jet-black hair that was unkempt and bushy. Her face was withdrawn, her lips extremely thin, her teeth an ugly yellow color, and a pair of wild hazel eyes, like that of a caged animal ready to strike.

She was gnawing at her dirty fingernails while her other hand was scratching at the floor.

We must escape.

The small window sent in a small shaft of sunlight into the room but Dahlia hated the sun, preferring to be in the dark.

They cannot hold us.

A discarded tray of food sat on her bed, barely touched, with just one bite to the sandwich and a few gulps of water.

Its time, we must escape.

She heard someone knock on her door.

"Come on Dahlia," said the officer "time for your exercise hour".

Filthy bastards, filthy scum, curse them. Kill them.

She didn't get up, almost as if she never heard him.

"You know the drill Dahlia, hands to the wall" she reluctantly got up, her body making odd jerking moments as she spread her hands on the wall. She heard the door open and the man came in, taking her hands and handcuffing her.

Filth, filth all of them! Kill them, kill them.

The man led her out into the sunlight. She hissed at the bright light hit her eyes and he led her to her small, caged pen. He took her in, forced her to the fence, un-cuffed her, and then headed outside, locking the door behind him.

We hate them, we loathe them. Kill them, kill them.

For her entire hour she just walked idly around the cell, cocking her head back and humming to herself, as if people were cheering for her.

"la da ta, la da ta" she hummed "ta la de da. la da ta, la da ta, ta la de da".

"all right Dahlia, times up" the officer said "hands against the wall". She did as she was told, the door behind her opening.

kill them, kill them.

She felt his hand on her and immediatly she took hold of it.

"Hey!" he yelled in alarm. She twisted it violently, cackling like a maniac and she jumped him. She began to claw at him, her eyes wild, the rush of it all intoxicating her. She dove and took a chunk of his ear, causing him to scream in pain. She heard others coming. Quickly, she grabbed his stick from his waist and whacked the nearest one in the leg but the other jumped her.

"Bastards!" she yelled, "get your hands of me! Filthy cocksuckers! You will burn! BURN!" she gave an all mighty screech, spitting at one that came to close. Three more officers came and knocked her out with a blow to the head and a shot of tranquilizer.

The warden, head officer, and the psychiatrist were now watching a tape. It was Dahlia's first session with the doctor after she was confined.

"tell me Dahlia" the doctor said "why did you attack your fellow prisoner?"

"I had to" she said in her soft voice "we had to".

"who is we?" he asked.

"Dahlia and me" she said.

"so your not Dahlia?"

"I am".

"but you just said-"

"then you were wrong!" she bellowed.

"all right, all right, calm down now" the doctor said "I was only asking. Now Dahlia, you say you get these urges. was it this urge that made you attack him?"

"maybe" she said.

"do you think so?" he asked.

"I don't know" she replied.

"Do you like killing people?" he asked.

"Yes" she said.

"Why?"

"It excites me".

"So you killed those seven people because you wanted to?"

"No".

"Why did you then?"

"I had to".

"Says who?" no response.

"Is it these urges that made you kill those people?" the doctor asked "is that why you truly killed them? Because you had to, because someone told you?" she didn't respond, only looking at him blankly.

"does someone tell you?" he asked. no response.

"does someone tell you?" he asked again. still no response.

"does-" then before he could respond, she suddenly snapped and began to roar, diving at the doctor and wrapping her hands around his neck. Instantly, five cops rushed into the room and began grabbing her.

"filthy cocksuckers!" she bellowed "your all pigs! Pigs all of you! Bastards! Cunts! filthy cunts, gets your hands of me!" she roared with rage as they dragged her out of the room. Then the tape ended.

"and she had another outburst?" the doctor asked.

"yep" the head officer replied "she took out one of my men, bite almost half his ear off". There was a pause.

"doctor" the warden said "you're the expert".

"well" he said "I highly suggest we put her on medication. That or transfer her to the best psychiatric hospital in California".

"no way" the warden said "out of the question. She is far too dangerous to send to a regular hospital. No, she will remain here. I want her put on medication immediately, the strongest there is. If she refuses, then force it down her throat".

"yes sir" said the doctor.

"captain" the warden continued "she has already been sent to solitary confinement?"

"yes sir" he responded.

"good, keep her there for the next two days".

Filthy bastards, filthy scum, try to poison us. Curse them, curse them all.

Dahlia was once again confined in the padded white room, having been her so many times she barely noticed it was another room.

She raised her skinny arm, running her hand through her unkempt hair. she stared at her hand, her wild eyes fixed onto it. Then, it began to glow a soft blue color. She aimed her open palm to one of the walls and let loose a small burst of blue energy. The padding exploded and a small dent appeared in the metal work.

Its time to escape.

A full week past. Dahlia was confined to her room for the entire week, never being allowed out. It was tonight she would be let out and taken to the infirmary to begin her medication. Since it was obvious she wasn't going to take it herself, they were going to have to chain her to a chair and force the pills down her throat.

They came to her room and instructed her against the wall so they could handcuff her. Then they led her outside into the night and into the main building.

She followed them blankly, keeping her head down so she couldn't look at them.

Almost there, we escape soon.

They turned a corner, now passing the hall that led to the prisoner's cells. It was also down that hall where her sister was being held.

Do it, do it now!

She shifted her hand a little and concentrated on the cuffs. She sent a tiny bolt into the keyhole and surely enough, they came lose.

We go now!

She jumped on the nearest officer, causing him to yell in alarm. As his partner rushed over, she sent another blast, causing the officer to be lifted of his feet and hit the wall with a sickening thud.

She grabbed the officer's stick and knocked him right across the head, sending him down.

We must hurry, they come soon.

She tore down the hall to the prisoner's bay, the stick held up as a warning. She spotted three more down the hall who instantly spotted her and began calling for backup. She sent another blast, this one so powerful that it literally exploded when they met contact with the guards, blowing them all to bits.

Not far, must keep going, they come soon.

She soon came to her sister's cell. Standing back, she raised her palm and fired. There was an explosion and when the dust cleared, a huge hole had been made in the wall. Inside, she spotted her sister.

Kara, like her sister, was a very thin woman. She had long bleached blonde hair that almost went to her hips. A pair of watery blue eyes that seemed to gaze into nothingness and she was so pale it almost seemed like she had never been in the sun before.

She gazed up when the explosion happened.

"Come one sissy!" her sister exclaimed, jumping through the hole "we're leaving now, come on, follow me!" she grabbed her sisters hand and pulled her up. She helped her out of the cell and they began to run.

When she exited the prisoners bay, she saw a whole group of guards coming. She began to pick up speed, jumping over the fallen guards and rushing through the gate. Sirens soon began to go off and spotlights were being turned on outside.

Seeing how they weren't going out the front, Dahlia had to improvise. She suddenly came to a halt and turned around. She fired another blast at the ceiling, causing a whole pile of rubble to fall, blocking off the chasing guards. Then she turned to the wall and fired again, blowing another hole in the wall.

Still keeping a firm hand on her sister, they rushed through the hole and cautiously made their way across the yard.

Dahlia quickly pressed her self against the building as a spotlight swiveled past her. Looking over, she spotted guards swarming the area, tracking dogs in hand. and trucks being deployed.

Looking around, Dahlia realized that the time for hiding was no more. They were going to have to make a run for it. She spotted a lone patrol car situated at the entrance gate. Their one shot.

Must hurry, must go, no time to wait.

"hold on sissy!" she said and they began to run.

Instantly, the guards spotted her and Dahlia began to let loose a barrage of blasts. Soon the yard looked like it was being bombed as blue balls began to flash across the yard, exploding on impact, dirt flying in the air, gaurds screaming as some of the blast connected.

Then Dahlia let loose the largest one she could, sending a beach ball sized blast at the on coming trucks. When it made contact a huge explosion erupted into the sky and the yard was lit up from the flare. Dahlia saw the gate coming closer and when they were near, she blasted the thing of its hinges.

A lone guard came from the small station posted at the gate.

"freeze!" he yelled, gun cocked and ready.

Need him, get his keys. We need them!

Dahlia smiled "Kara, could you do your sissy a favor? Would you do that special little thing I love so much on this guard? Pretty please?"

Although Kara looked like she hadn't heard her, Dahlia knew that she would do anything she asked. her sister looked up and locked eyes with the guard, staring him down with her piercing blue eyes.

A strange look crossed the guards face, eyes glazing over, and he began to lower his gun.

"good" Dahlia said "that's very nice sissy. Now, I want you to make the guard give us the car keys please".

her eyes still locked on the guard, he began to walk over, a vacant look in his eyes and he handed them over the keys.

"that's great sissy!" she exclaimed "now, I want you to instruct the guard to shoot anyone who tries to follow us, okay?"

the guard then turned around and walked to the blown up gate entrance and held out his gun. As the other guards began to draw near, he began to shoot. One went down and they took cover, firing at their turned comrade.

Dahlia smiled evilly "thank you sissy, you've made me so happy. Now come on, lets go" she took hold of her sisters hand again and led her to the car.

Starting it up, she slammed on the gas and the car rocketed off down the road.

We did it, we escape, we escaped!

Now that they were finally out of that hellhole, it was time for the next part. Even though she had been confined to that prison for so long, she was still allowed a TV in her room. That was how she learned of the killings. At first she couldn't believe it but slowly, she realized it was true. he was back again.

Now, it was time to find him.