Turning slowly from the dirt road onto the pavement entrace of the facillity, Charlie's eyes began to water slightly. A giantic knot of terror and depression swpet over her mind and hugged her soul with an ultimate crushing force sending ripples of sobs through her lips. This place represented all of her childhood nightmares put to shame. In a place like this everything humans need are broken and smeared in the graves of the on land cemetary. Love, protection, hope, and faith are absent in this hell.

When she parked her car outside the double doored entrace of Greyherdt's, her hands began to shake violently. Opening her pack of Kools she took one out with an unsteady hand and placed it between her cold lips. When she tried to light it, she could barely see and it took five times to calm herself before the flame would hold still. Taking a long drag she noticed the shaking more and quickly opened the door to the car, tossing out the cigarette into the wet grass.

"FUCK!", she yelled with a kick to her car.

Screaming at the building with tears running down her face she screamed, "GODAMMIT! I CAN'T EVEN SMOKE, YOU DIRTY BASTARDS!"

Running up to the doors with fury she defiantly grabbed the door handle and twisted it, but the moment it moved a needle slid out of the middle and pricked her. In moments she was injected with a "mixer", a street name for an injection containing every range of anti-anxiety meds, anti-depressents, pain killers, and a little coke. A poison so powerful her super gene was over ridden and she was practically in a coma.

Her body held itself together in shallow breaths as she clung to life subconsciously in her physical shell. This wasn't her pit of hell or silent darkness, she wasn't trapped in her head. Charlie was on the verge of death, whispering to the Reaper in a silent sweet tongue, recieving her last rights in the language of the dead. Her body craved the eternal touch of gloom and begged for her to finally rest and give up everything. The searchlight of her soul was dimming into the dull throb of her heart wich refused to stop beating in her chest.

When she was hit, her body stumbled slightly down two of the four steps and then collapsed, hitting her skull on the red paint shipped handrail. Blood dripped down her head and neck as the rain began to pick up into a heavy downpour. The doors clicked and opened up as a fammiliar dark creature with skin the color of snow bent down and moved a strand of hair from Charlie's face with a grim grin. Sliding his arms under her he picked her up and turned around, taking her into his playground, burning her soul with his horrifying orange eyes.

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The distant gentle throb of Charlie's heart, beat rythhmiclly against the powers of nature. Despite being a super, the mixer given to her should have left her dead, but forces beyond her control seemed to wish her alive. When her eyes began to flutter open, she was engulfed in confusion and the smell of stale hospital antibacterial washes and medications. A single flourescent light hovered and growled above her in a flickering electric death, leaving her covered in darkness every few seconds.

Barren white walls bleached for insanity were covered in claw marks that were definatly categorized as human. At first all she could do was breathe in shallow bursts and stare through half lit eyes at the wall to her right as she shivered against the dirty linoleum floor beneath her. Apparently her clothes were missing and were replace with a single hospital gown sloppily tied in the back.

Barely living and laying half naked with complete disorientation, she used whatever strengnth she had to roll all of her body weight over so she was on her stomach. Suddenly her jaw hit the tiles and pain jolted through her mouth hitting her numb mind, filling the right side of her mouth with the metallic flavor. Again, she lay there for what seemed like hours trying to gain some form of strength and finally she raise her wobbly hand and cocked it in a 90 degree angle against the floor.

Determination began to rise from within as she lifted her head to see the open door, but as she tried to summon her power to crawl it wasn't there, just the cold touch of fear. She couldn't even find herself the abillity to curse or cry, and what she would have given to burst into tears at that moment. Pulling the other hand out beneath her she scraped her body against the floor as she began to half-heartedly pull herself to the doorway.

Clawing and pulling her way to the door with everything her being had to offer at that moment, she tried to move her legs but found another hopeless corner. She could feel her thighs and calfs as they slithered with her, but to her dismay they couldn't move. She found that only her feet had any kind of movement skills and with that she slipped and rubbed her skin raw against the floor until she reached the doorframe. Grabbing ahold of the wood frame, she pulled herself up and sat resting for a moment, clearing the sweat from her paled forehead.

Over the intercome she could hear a familliar voice of decay and terror speak, " Aww Charlie, I thought you'd have given up and just died already." He paused and a shuffling sound followed with his next reply, " I just love the reactions I get from your brother. He's just the funnest playmate. Wouldn't you agree Cory?"

The sound of agonizing screams came from the overhead of a tortured child crying, " Plleeeeease! Stop! Please stop."

Her heart was torn and everything became sharp as she felt her stomach begin to churn violently.

The poison in her eyes would have scared the sickest of beings as she replied with a cynical laugh, " I'm coming for you and your little dog too."