"I never meant to hurt anyone, I never wanted to kill but….it's what they wanted from me, they pumped these…these damn things into me. I always thought she was beautiful with that cold gaze of hers but…maybe…I don't know any more I've lost my humanity in so many ways I can't come back from this…"
Day and night, it didn't matter here for the only thing you ever see are the flickering lights above from blinding white ceilings as Asha groaned, she felt strange, dizzy and out of place as she rolled her head to the side only to notice she couldn't, she couldn't move at all apart from her eyes as she began to groan begging for help. Panic began to take over as she pulled against the restraints, her eyes moving about rapidly despite the blurry figures that moved about in front of her.
Somewhere behind her a male voice called out "Pt. 262 is awake" Their voice was followed by the sounds of shuffling footsteps that grew louder.
"I want her alive understood? Do whatever it takes!" Another man called out, this one was stern as if he held some form of power or authority. "I spent a lot of money on her so don't you dare fuck it up!" Something was tossed about as it clanged against something metal, Asha couldn't see what but she assumed there was something horribly wrong with her. After all she could now feel the leather restraints that bound her hands, arms, ankles and even across her forehead and chin holding her in place.
The last thing she remembered was being dragged away from the safety of that horrible room and put into some round machine, poked with those horrible needles and tubs stuffed down her throat before the sphere built up with liquid and she'd assumed she had drowned but it would seem not. After all she remembered have strange vivid dreams that she recalled from her childhood. Again she groaned as black icky masses blurred about overhead peering down at her, they kept calling her something, 262, 262, 262. Eventually she passed out on the table so unaware of everything going on, of what had just happened or the strange images flashing in her head or that eerie voice whispering in the back of her head. A voice that of which she did not own.
12 hours later.
"Toxins are wearing off. She's waking up" A voice broke through the darkness as 262 began to awake. "Blood pressure is normal, heart rate is a little over average but still good and steady, physically she appears unharmed, and all wounds have healed up perfectly. Get Jeremy in here fast!" Again the voice called out, a man perhaps as the woman slowly rolled onto her side with a groan slowly opening her eyes as blinding light seeped in. All she could remember was being called 262 over and over again before black out.
"Jesus they said she should be out for the next couple of hours, we just gave her a damn hit!" A voice crackled through what seemed like static. "I know but…it's like her body is immune to it and we can't risk giving her another dosage without causing her body to OD anyway." The clearer voice sounded closer as something warm touched the woman's skin, near her shoulder perhaps as she groaned again trying to shack off the groggy feeling.
"262 can you hear me? 262?" The voice was so much louder, so much closer as the woman opened her eyes again for what felt like the first time. The ceiling was a blinding white as she squinted; they kept calling her name, or what she registered now as her name. Was that her name apart from a bunch of numbers? She couldn't tell anymore as she rolled around again this time onto her side, noting she wasn't restrained.
A panicked voice called out putting a hand to her shoulder "Please lay still" The man was wearing a hazmat suit with a tinted mask as he came into focus, she couldn't see his face but he was leaning over her trying to get her to lay onto her back. At least she now knew what those blurry figures were.
Clearing her throat as best as she could she looked up at the man in the hazmat suit "Where…Am…I?" Confused and disorientated 262 looked around herself trying to make sense of what was going on, where exactly she was and who she was. A woman flashed before her eyes, black messy hair and looking dirty, terrible…afraid, she didn't know her name but from what 262 could tell the woman was looking directly at her and was so mortified before fading to black. With another groan 262 sat up slowly despite the man's protesting voice and trying to calmly push her back down.
"Please lay down" He continued to ramble on, it was like he was struggling against her with both hands but that didn't make sense as she gently pushed him aside and sat on the edge of what seemed to be a medical table. Her first glimpse around she could tell that this was some sort of medical bay or surgical room as she noted the IV drip from her arm and pulled it out before noting the various monitor systems. Somewhere off to the side the sound of a door opening caught her attention as she looked up, a man in a suit strolled forward he had a mask on his face but she could see through it clearly, striking features of a gentleman, someone rich and wealthy but someone that made her sick and fearful and she didn't know why.
With a toothy grin he approached her without any hesitation "About time you woke up" The man spoke, his voice seemed full of pride as he put a hand to the other man's shoulder and gestured for him to leave. "Don't mind him he's just trying to do his job after all if he didn't a head would need to roll." There was a faint chuckle in his voice before he paused and leaned forward as if to inspect her, his eyes drifting from one side to the other. "How much do you remember?" He asked curiously but it sounded more like a test.
Shaking her head 262 didn't know what he meant by that. "I…I can't remember much…What happened? Why am I here?" She wondered rubbing her eyes in hopes to feel a bit better.
The man in the suit seemed to move off to the side grabbing a plastic cup and filling it with water before passing it to her, she didn't care what it was he gave her; she was thirsty as she sculled the cup down in a single second and she rubbed her parched lips and sighed in relief. "You hit your head when we brought you in here. You are in Mount Massive Asylum, do you know why?" I was clear this man was looking for something, examining her features as 262 went stiff.
"Asylum?" She didn't know why, she didn't understand as images flushed in her mind causing her to drop the cup, the man put his hands to her face making her look up at him and into his blue eyes, she only noticed at this point he had gloves on his hands, surgical. What kind of trouble was she in?
With a slight grumble he looked her over once more "Take it easy, just some…Mild side effects from hitting your head a bit too hard I guess." The man seemed to comfort her but his eyes told another story, they were full of something dark and mysterious but more so something sadistic. "The names Jeremy Blaire by the way and you are…" He paused looking back behind him at a medical clipboard. "Pt.26272." He turned back to her once more trying to source her out while appearing to smile and seem genuine.
She heard that before, she didn't know where as she looked down at the ground "Pt 26272?" None of this made any sense to her. Clearly Pt stood for Patient, but what for exactly?
Jeremy had what he wanted he could see how confused and distraught she was and that worked for him, she had no recollection of memory after being in the engine and he didn't want her knowing about it as he cleared his voice to speak up once more. "Yes that is your name. You were dumped here at our doorsteps by the police. Said you had nowhere to go and had been hallucinating about uh….being possessed believe if what they called it." There was a faint smirk on his lips before gesturing for her to follow as he held his hand out to help her down. "Come let's not worry about the past, let me take you for a stroll my dear" He had a charming and yet witty smile this time, almost as if it would encourage her to take his hand but in honesty she felt repulsed.
Even so she had to do it as it was clear that it wasn't a question but a command as 262 took his hand and slowly stepped down suddenly becoming fully aware of the fact she was wearing a strange set of clothing. They looked like the clothing of inmates, creamy yellow almost with her number printed down the side on her leg in bold thick print. Jeremy noted her sudden curiosity but never addressed anything as he gave her a soft tug pulling her along as he began to move off on their so called 'stroll'. They exited the large circular white room that was filled with surgical equipment, monitors and screens and another door on the other side, 262 didn't know what or why she was here or where exactly Mount Massive was, but as she took one last glance over her shoulders, she knew it must have meant that she needed treatment.
Entering down a horrible smelling hallway Jeremy took the opportunity to speak up "Now I do apologize, it might get a bit loud down here." Jeremy said with a smirk looking back at her still holding her hand as they stepped into another room, the door behind them shut and gas came whooshing in before a buzzer went off and the other door on the other side opened up. Two guards stood watching with wary eyes a Jeremy and then 262, it was at this point Jeremy let her hand go and only gestured for her to follow. "So we made sure to put you in your own room." The suited man rambled on and on about how good it will be here, how much happier she will be and how she will be treated for her illness, but in all honesty 262 didn't know what her own illness was. There was no mention of anything or anyone in particular just that this was to be her 'new' home.
It was highly likely due to her amnesia like state, maybe she'd learn to forget things often, days becoming nothing but an inky black memory in her brain as she sighed. Jeremy continued to ramble on about things as they passed one corridor, another hallway, and some more security doors before they reached an area that seemed cold and desolate with a dusty wooden floor and appeared to be neglected. The various hallways they had passed before where filled with the sounds of men screeching, wolf whistling, cooing and making vulgar remarks or gestures in her direction. Though most of the security guards kept them behind closed doors, 262 wasn't sure if that was for her own safety or for Jeremy's. Even more so she questioned if this really was an Asylum or some weird underground prison.
Jeremy stopped brining her back to reality as he spoke up "And here we are" Jeremy said in an ecstatic voice gesturing towards an old horrible metal looking doorway of a steel blue colour. The door was large and almost reminded her of the ones used on large ships; it looked like it was meant for sealing something up, something to be kept hiding away and locked up in for a very long time. Compared to all the other doors that they had passed which were all wooden; this one by far was the most intimidating of them all. "We had this decorated perfectly for you Pt.26272." He was sugar coating it all up with his act of enthusiasm which only now did she notice more and more with each word he spoke.
A Guard appeared from nowhere, this one was wearing a hazmat suit similar to the numerous others and opened the door, and he had to undo numerous latches and locks before it opened with a horrible creaking sound as it revealed her now-to-be home, more like a cell. It was horrible, the smell of piss lingered in the room and she swore she saw a rat scurrying off to the sides. A small cot was pushed up against the side of the wall which was all cement, hard rough looking cement and in some areas started to grow mould. The air smelt like something damp and moist as 262 stepped inside hearing the faint drip of water, it was coming from above where the ceiling was. The ceiling must have been made of wood for water to be coming down here, even the floor was made of wood despite the cement walls, but 262 noticed the air vents very quickly as she scanned around. They seemed exposed in here and gave her an idea, however before she could say or do anything the door behind her slammed shut. There was nothing, not a goodbye or informed when she would be allowed to go and have something to eat, just silence.
Wearing nothing more than her inmate clothing she stood frozen, feeling lost in time as the silence was deafening. The only form of personal items she had was the bed, there weren't even any crappy side tables or anything and the cot its self was more like a mattress on very small little legs that almost made it look like it was touching the ground. With a heavy hearted sigh 262 began to approach her so called bed. However she stopped and looked up at the ceiling. There in the vents she could hear the sound of a rat scurry around, her idea came back to her to climb up like the rat and escape through the vents. Firstly assumed that maybe she could just use it to communicate to others by calling loudly into it but the rats gave her an idea, a deviant one. Only issue was she didn't know where she would go. Maybe just to escape this horrible little room for a bit and explore since no one really seemed to introduce her to anyone and she was not going to spend her time in here alone.
Looking around she spotted 0 cameras that she could see, she was left in here to her own demise which was lucky however she had another issue she had to face as she huffed with hands on hips. The vents were a fair way up and there was no way she could climb up the walls to her escape plan, not to mention the fact she had nothing to stand up on or climb and even if she put the cot upside down and against the wall it wouldn't give her enough to reach the vent opening which was right in the centre. It's like these guys knew she would have thought this and ensured that she would never reach her objective. With a low grumble and clenching her jaw she shut her eyes tight. All she wanted to do was just fly right up there as she formed her hands into fists so tight that the white of her knuckles could be seen before shutting her eyes tight and grumbling like a child.
Grinding her teeth she opened her eyes only to realize something wasn't right. She was right in front of the air vent, the small grid that closed her from this room of pure boredom. Slowly she looked down, she couldn't see her feet only the strange black smoke swirling around her but what freaked her out even more was the fact she couldn't feel the ground. God what kind of drugs had they given her? It was strange, unnatural but it…it felt so natural as she wiggled her toes before smirking and making a faint giggle sound. Right then at that very moment she heard the sound of her door clicking, had they come to check up on her again? In the moment she panicked and pried open the air vents with strange strength, it felt so easy as she tore the vents off busting the screws that held it in place.
Someone behind her was yelling as 262 lifted herself up into the vents with no struggle, the black smoke trailing behind her before diminishing into the air. She didn't know what it was or what was even going on but she just hoped this was part of her mental condition as she began to crawl, the sounds of alarms going off alerted her to the horrible situation she was in as she tried her best to move through the vents. Someone down below was screaming. This all reminded her of Alice in Wonderland as she looked into the darkness ahead. Was this her rabbit hole that would spiral her into insanity?
A voice down below boomed causing her to come back to reality "In the vents, It's IN THE VENTS!" 262 didn't get much time to see what or who but she spotted a man sprinting in a hazmat suit before more began to gather with weapons. Fire arms that didn't look like tranquilizers. "Fuck Call it in! We can't have this happening again, kill IT on sight!" Another man shouted as 262 gulped down, perspiration was starting to build up on her forehead as she could feel her heart go through the roof.
It? That was what they were calling her as she hissed in annoyance before she continued down the vents through the dark until the alarm sound became distant, that meant the alarm that was going off was only in her area which was very strange. Things seemed slightly less silent though, despite the sound of the alarm fading in the distance, the sounds of people down below could be heard. Laughter, vulgar remarks of sexuality and intercourse, this was truly a prison as 262 began to hurry and move faster, panicking as she felt like her lungs being constricted by something within her. Paranoid and afraid she made one horrible wrong move as she moved her hand over a vent a little too heavily, the screws holding it in place must have been weak as 262 went head first crashing against the wooden floor bored below with a loud thud followed by 262 yelping.
Silence filled the room compared to others as she slowly sat up rubbing her head feeling dizzy, disorientated as she struggled to get her baring's. Then from behind a voice called out towards her followed by the sound of heavy footsteps but her head was buzzing, she saw a bed, a wall cabinet and wardrobe, this place looked so much nicer then her own, despite the horrible creamy wall paint peeling off. "I never thought my prays would be answered" The voice behind her became so much more clearer as 262 turned around fast on her heels causing her mind to spin and lose her balance as she fell back to the floor scraping her elbows slightly.
Looking up she saw a large man, he was wearing a similar prison uniform with the sleeves rolled up as he approached her, a large grin upon his face and his eyes beaming with glee, a strange happiness as he crouched down and put his hands on her shoulders. "Oh Darling did I frighten you? I'm awfully sorry" He cooed, his eyes a soft blue and black hair shaved at the sides and slicked back. He looked charming, in fact too charming.
262 raised her hand up to defend herself from him but instead the black smoke appeared with her movements, acting almost like a separate limb as it seemed to push the man back sending him flying against the opposite side of the wall. "Stay away from me!" 262 screeched as she staggered to her feet before pushing her back against the nearest wall.
With a loud groan the man got to his feet, there was a look in his eyes that could kill and yet his voice sounded so much like the opposite as he spoke up "Darling don't make a fuss over this, its all going to be ok, I'll keep you safe I promise" His voice was soft and sickly sweet as he approached, while 262 shuffled over to the nearest corner gulping down. "Oh my, were are my manners?" He seemed to softly chuckle as he took slow steps in her direction, much like a stalking predator "I'm Eddie Gluskin and you are my sweet?"
He was expecting her to say something, a name perhaps but the thing was she didn't even know her own name, just numbers that they called her and that of which she had begun to call herself. Not to mention where did her black smoke go? She was panicking as the man now stood a foot away with arms outstretched with a wide toothy grin and eyes filled with madness. "I'm asking you for your name" He grinded out his words seeming to be frustrated but somehow trying to contain himself. " . .DARLING!" His voice boomed like a thunderous applause of rage and frustration as he swung his fists at her too fast for her to counteract.
262 quickly put her hands up to protect her face but just as she did the cloud of smoke once more formed before her like a shield as she heard the men cry out in pain. "I DON'T KNOW!" She retorted back closing her eyes tightly while her body trembled. "I don't fucking know!" Her voice was weaker now, whimpering almost as she felt hot tears flow down her cheeks.
The room fell quiet as 262 lowered her hands down looking up at the man before her. The black smoke seeming to evaporate like gas in the air as the large man named Eddie stood clutching his right hand that was now pouring blood from his knuckles. He looked at her with wide eyes, almost in fear as he shuffled back a step almost as if he was unsure now of his new found prey.
Shocked and in disbelief 262 looked wide eyed at his hand "…I…I did that?" She pointed to his hand and then looked back up to the man's face; she was just as shocked as he was as he only nodded in response to her question.
"The engine…did they put you in it?" Eddie asked gulping down his sense of fear and trying to act strong even though he was gritting his teeth and the occasional eye twitch.
262 didn't know what that meant, an engine? Rubbing the side of her head she wondered if that's what that giant sphere thing was, but of course it was only a flash back, a memory that was slowly fading away "No…I don't know I-"
Catching her off guard Eddie charged at her with such great force as he knocked her down to the ground with such ease. She barely had time to let out a yelp when they connected and before she knew it Eddie, with a one swift movement, ripped her uniform open with his bare hands exposing her pale skin and breasts. Eddie sat back in a straddled position as 262 clutched at her chest; the man seemed almost horrified looking upon her. Although she was looking up at him with anger, her face flushed a bright red at the embarrassment and humiliation.
Blinking his eyes mindlessly Eddie pointed to her chest "Those markings…" He said as one eye twitched before touching her collar bone.
There were no mirrors here, probably because they could be used as sharp objects on shivs, so 262 didn't even know what she looked like as she felt the man's index finger touch upon her skin moving from her collarbone slowly downward before hesitantly stopping above her cleavage. "They put you in the engine I can tell. Everyone that comes back with those marks have been in there…" His voice seemed distant; his eyes focused on the injection marks from the sphere that he was speaking off.
262 tried to look down without revealing much of herself, he was right there were these strange circular marks all over her, from her shoulders trailing down to her centre abdomen as she gulped with fear before looking up at the man. He seemed to come to terms with his actions as his eyes now moving towards her covered breasts paying too much attention to other areas where markings didn't lay. Inwardly she cursed this place and its staff for not giving her a bra or even something to wrap around her chest.
"Such soft fine skin you have my Dear." Eddies voice trailed off in a world of his own as his fingertips moved along her skin in an almost teasing like manner "I'd worked so hard to make them all so soft and silky. It never worked, they were all whores undeserving of such perfection…" Eddie moved his eyes back up to hers for once as he seemed to come back to reality, but the smirk on his face seemed oddly sadistic as if he was recalling something from his past. A past she clearly had no intention of finding out about.
Sitting up she attempted to push him off but he was too large and her strength seemed to be fading, perhaps an affect from falling and hitting her head twice or more in a day. Eddie took this as a playful gesture and only smirked finding a new interest as he clutched a hand around her throat but never tightening, just holding her in place, his thumb caressing over her traquea slowly feeling the ridges along her throat while all the more smiling. With a groan 262 folded her arms over her chest making sure her suit still covered her chest as she gave a disapproving look to the man. "I think you owe me an apology!" She pouted at him wondering just how far she could go with this crazy man named Eddie.
This made he softly chuckle as Eddie seemed to pick up on her anger and smiled before planting a kiss on her forehead, its like he took her little anger fit as something cute or worse a gesture of affection. "How silly of me" He stood up straightening his suit as if he was wearing something other then a uniform. "I should never have defiled such a beautiful flower such as yourself. You my dear are a perfection, something to be savoured." He extended a hand down towards her as he spoke. 262 slowly took that hand as he lifted her up; making sure her other free hand covered her torn suit. "Here let me…Fix that" He pulled a small hand needle that had been carefully hidden under his collar and tugged at his own seams to form a thread. "I hope you don't mind but…I'll need you to move your arms." He said in a strange chirpy voice gesturing to her. "I promise I won't look".
With a deep breath in, 262 sighed and did as he suggested turning her head to the side when she felt her suit at the torn and frayed parts move revealing her chest. Although Eddie seemed to keep to his word as he never seemed to trail his eyes from the thread and needle that he was so carefully working with, he even began to hum a melody of sorts. 262 had to give it to him he was a good singer but he had a soft and soothing voice as well, at least with how he was singing but she tried hard no to pay attention to that as she moved her eyes around the room. "I've never seen a woman in here." Eddie said brining her back to reality as she looked down at him, he'd been forced to kneel down to make sure his threads where perfectly aligned as he continued to work. After all she was 5ft and he was probably 6ft or more.
"I truly mean no harm it's just, a fragile, delicate and untouched flower such as you my sweat shouldn't be in such a vulgar place like this. You are…untouched aren't you darling?" Eddie looked up at her he had the needle half way through but seemed to pause as if he needed to know such a thing. Even the way he spoke his words seemed like he was begging for her to agree with him.
"Uh…." 262 paused feeling a little awkward, how could this guy go from wanting to beat the shit out of her, possibly rape her, tackle her and strip her and then be so strangely calm? Maybe she was the same. "Of course" She finally replied and the man seemed to smirk with a radiant glow happy with the answer she had given him.
"Good good because I'd hate to do to you like I did to the others...Filthy whores deserved nothing else." Even though his voice was filled with happiness, there was a strange sickening sound to him, in fact she was starting to second guess him and his motives. Probably a sadist as she watched him return back to his work taking his time, sewing the thread closer and closer as if to avoid reaching the end which was near her bellybutton. He was definitely stalling, trying to make conversation, or worse…262 didn't want to think about it or the way he seemed to talk so calmly about a possible murder he had committed. "It was meant to be my dear…you falling in here. Now I can protect you, they'll never put you in that machine again, I promise you that." He smirked looking up at her as he pushed the needle through which she could feel it softly graze against her skin. A strange sickening sensation was rising in the pit of her stomach, but not the kind of wanting to be sick. Rather something else, something darker.
What was it about him that made this Gluskin fella so strangely eerie and attractive? Sure he was a looker and a smooth talker, in fact probably a smooth criminal as she looked into those blue eyes of his. One thing was for sure he was here for a reason and she was pretty sure it had something to do with murdering whores or perhaps former lovers? 262 made a note of that to not piss him off or toy with his heart. Although the more he held her gaze the more he seemed to smile like a little boy looking at his crush. Yet just as 262 felt a little awkward looking at him he moved back to his work with the needle and thread and started to hum as he made the final last stitches and gave it one last glance over with an approving look before he stood up and placed his hands on either shoulder in a comforting manner. "You said you didn't have a name my dear…Surly that can't be?" He looked confused but almost sympathetic towards her. She hated that, when people felt sorry for her as if she was too weak to stand on her own feet.
Swatting one hand away she moved around the room looking up and down at everything he seemed to own, he had far more stuff then her, why is that? "I don't know they keep calling me 262, short for-" Once again he cut her off.
"Short for your number, but that's not your name my dear…Here let's give you something new shall we?" He smirked coming up behind her again and watching her as she curiously looked about. " What about Annie? Soft and cheerful like yourself?" Like a shark he circled around her before stopping in front and lifted her chin up before leaning down, their lips almost touching. She was afraid he'd kiss her but instead just smirked before planting a kiss once more on her forehead. "If you stay quiet I can keep them away from you. They'll never know you where here." His words where more like a hum as he brought her in for a tight hug wrapping his arms around her waist and upper chest.
Was he serious? Keeping her here? That was just insane and she didn't know if she liked this idea at all or the name he was giving her. In fact it was like he was treating her like a pet, a lost puppy he'd found and decided to give a whole new name and meaning to. Annie didn't sound right it sounded too happy and cheerful and she didn't like that as she slowly put her hands around him as best as she could as to avoid angering him. It seemed to be the right thing to do as he purred in a delightful way nuzzling his head against her neck and drawing in a long deep breath of her scent before making a rough exhale that sent a shiver up her spine. This man was sadistic and would probably kill her if she didn't agree with him, but thankfully he ended their embrace as he stood back still keeping his hands on the side of her shoulders though.
There was a red hint to his face as he looked at her with dreamy eyes "Things might be…hard to get-" This time Eddie was interrupted by a loud bang sound coming from the door. His eyes lit up with a mixture of fear and aggression, probably protective of her as he pushed her over towards the wardrobe gesture for her to hide.
There wasn't any time for that as the door slammed open exposing these two men in hazmat suits. "ITs here!" One screamed before aiming in her direction but the other interrupted having spotted an aggressive Gluskin. You could have easily described him as being a cartoon bull with steam coming out of his nostrils if only that was the case.
"Don't shoot Don't shoot!" The other hazmat man seemed to yell this caused confusion from the other man looking between everyone. Even 262 was doing the same thing, if they wouldn't shoot her then what exactly would they do. Eddie was the only thing standing in their way from getting to her and she was thankful for that but also scared. In an instant the man shot at Eddie as the man let out a beastly growl sound before charging, however he fell to the floor in a heap only groaning out slurred words that made no sense. They had used a tranquilizer on him as 262 stumbled backwards before a dart hit her in the neck. She felt her legs go lose within a matter of seconds, like noodles as she fell to the floor much like Gluskin, things beginning to blur again as she tried to fight off the drug, yet the more she did the more the drug seemed to be taking affect.
"Jesus…" She heard someone say in disbelief. "I can't believe she's even alive with this sick bastard." Some more words were spoken and exchanged but 262 didn't catch them as her eye lids began to feel heavier the more she tried to keep them open until they eventually shut on her, swallowing her into a deep inky darkness. There was only enough energy left in her to make one final last groan but by then her body had refused to move and she was no longer conscious.