Rose had just taken care of a werewolf for the damn place that she was forced into. She hadn't checked herself in or anything, oh no. She had been on a job and got rid of a demon. Unfortunately, she had been unable to save the victim and their husband called the mental hospital that she is now contained inside. She isn't a serial killer. But, this being a mental hospital, everyone just thinks she's crazy when she tries to explain to them what she was doing.
It doesn't help that they can tell when she's lying about the truth, trying to tell them that she doesn't believe in monsters anymore. And then a damned werewolf gets admitted to the place. Patients were dying all over the place. Admittedly it was in the yard so it could be explained away as a wolf attack, as they are in a canyon. And when Rose finally was gearing up to get out, the damned thing had to come after her and she killed it. Which got her put under tighter security. Just her luck.
She's started seeing things here as well. People as demons who aren't actually demons. Lucky for her, she is allowed her bible and a rosary, so she can make holy water whenever she wants. She requested the entirety of her room be painted with chalkboard paint, and she now has a plastic bucket of chalk and a blank room. She drinks holy water and sprinkles it all over the room and hall. Everywhere she goes she has a glass of water with her, and if she sees a "demon", she pretends to trip and spill water all over them.
Yet they always turn out to not be demons. It frustrates her to no end. And when the rage in her stomach reaches a peak, she sometimes has to release it. Usually, through attacking the nurses. Twice, she's nearly escaped through this tactic.
Right now, she's locked in her room, with a piece of chalk in hand, and a plastic cup of holy water on her nightstand. She draws every symbol she can think of. Reaper traps, Angel Banishing Spells, Devil's Traps, everything. All over the room. It concerns her doctor, she can tell.
And now, she's been hearing things in the walls. Scurrying around. She's brought it up in group before, but they never believe her. They say she's making things up.
The door opens and a nurse comes into the room, stopping at the line of salt on the ground, which Rose has adamantly enforced that no one but her cross. The nurse is holding a paper cup of pills. It isn't time for medication yet.
"Come on Marion," the nurse says, "There are two men here to see you."
"Visitors?" she asks, her emaciated face contorting with the words, "Who the hell would be here to see me?" her thick Cockney accent slurring her words slightly.
"They're FBI agents. They want to question you about Caren's death."
"I told you, she was a werewolf. Had to be disposed of. Couldn't do anything about it." Rose eyes the paper cup of pills warily, "What're those?"
"Sedatives, Marion. We don't want you attacking these men." The nurse mumbles something under his breath.
"What? What was that? Couldn't quite hear you, darling." Rose mocks. The nurse glares at her, a bruise on his cheek visible. She internally grins, she put that there.
"I said, them being government figures and all."
"Ah, yes. We wouldn't want to piss off the government now would we? They could say something bad about the Asylum and you all would be shut down. And all us crazies would be sent free. 'Cuz there's no room in any other nearby facility."
"Just come take your medication, Marion. There's your cup of water on your nightstand—" the nurse stops speaking, noticing the rosary hanging in her water. He sighs, "Not again. You need to stop putting your rosary in your water."
"Makes it holy." Rose states. The nurse makes to step over the salt line and Rose's eyes widen. She leaps at him, knocking him back, sending the pills scattered across the hall.
She rolls back onto her feet and begins running down the corridor, ducking under arms and dodging people. She slides down the banister to the lower level where the visiting rooms are. She chooses the first one she passes by and throws open the door, slamming it shut behind her. She leans on the barrier as she fumbles in her pocket for her small container of salt, and bends down to line the door with it.
She vaguely registers two men in the room as she crosses over to the window and lines the window with salt as well. Pulling out her chalk, she draws a Devil's Trap in front of the window and then crosses back over to the door. She draws an identical marking in front of the door, and stands up.
She remembers that there are two other people in here and spins around, dropping to a fighting stance, whipping out her salt again. Without registering who they are, she flings the salt at them and they flinch. She takes uses the distraction to her advantage and crosses the room to the window, throwing up the sash and swinging a leg out. The drop is three stories, but Rose doesn't see a better option. She mumbles to herself angrily as she hoists herself out the window onto the small ledge beyond.
"Damn loony bin always screwing up my options. Damn demons always coming after me," she sees similar ledges all along the building and decides that the roof would be a better option, "Why the hell can't I just hunt baddies in peace, huh? Why?"
She jumps, grabbing the edge of another window, and pulls her small frame up. She glances down and sees that no one is following her. Scaling the building quickly, she reaches the top in record time. The door bursts open the moment she steps up onto the ledge, so she takes off running. Reaching the edge of the building, she leaps, jumping onto the other roof, and rolling to absorb the impact.
She slips out of the slippers and grey robe, letting them fall behind her as she sprints in a white, V-neck t-shirt and her blue, drawstring pajama pants. She runs across the rooftops, leaping from one building to another, trying desperately to escape the confined hospital and her pursuers.