Brent

[Danielle]

This one is for Kira's OC Brent, alone.

[soulknight18]

okay, I'll start off the scene description.

Beyond the busy streets and sparkling lights of a sleepless city displaying regular atmospheric security for mundane mortal whims of the casual matropolus lifestyle, was a much darker, more dismall place. Smaller in comparisen to a major populace, but far more treacherous and insidious, and yet, JUST as restless. Many have forgotten this location and left it to rot within its own putrid foundation after its grusome demise from a ruthless fire...whether it was accidental or intentional it made no difference, for this place, once was a safe and nuturing enviroment for the mentally sick and the suffering scared, is now a bleak den of an evil creature that sings in the screams of insanity and dance in the blood of its unfortunate victims...

far from the city was a vast forest, split off by a single highway that serves as one of the few exits and entrances out of the populace. The trees were actually quite beautiful during the high of spring, their leaves were vibrant and lush with emerald life; fat from feeding off the warm rays of the sun...but now, in the dead of fall, the night of hollow's eve creeping on the final day of october, the trees were left barren and desolate of all of their green foilage. The muddy ground beneath their damp trunks had already consumed the fallen leaves, as if the very land had casted any sign of life away. It would seem to have succeeded, seeing as how that, not only were the foliage gone, but the forest was void of any sound of animal activity, nocturnal or otherwise, like some instinct or overwhelming impulse drove them away from their territory during this time of the year. Perhaps to those who are spectacle, that might seem natural since most animals do migrate depending on the seasons...never the less it still left an eery, almost haunting atmospere. The only sound that detached dead silence from the nightfell woods was the comming droplets of a heavy and cold rain.

As the night reached its darker hours, the clouds thickening to blot out the moon, the only source of light that could have provided for any lost traveler, the rain had proven relentless and unforgiving as it turned from a gentle drizzle, to pounding downpour. Great veins of lighting followed by the bone rattling booms of thunder soon ensued, and the chilling air had sunk to another 5 degrees. However, for anyone that would seek refuge, a cave or a stationary cabin would be nowhere to be found...but there is still that place. If discovered, there is a single gravle road, a wet and rocky path that leads straight to an area closed off from the dead woods with a brick wall peramiter, its only entry way is a single gate where its black bars and weak chains had been corroded by years of rust. Above the gate was an arching sign that read a single word that suggested the name of the estate as it read with patches of rust on its metalic service, "HAWKINS"

For those that are familiar with the town's history, there was a rehabilitation penitentiary back in the early 50's that was created to help psychologically nurse the insane and mentally disabled. Like how the trees that hide its property from the neighboring city, it too was once lively and peacefully safe...but then...things changed, patients were becoming less sociable, results of mental recovery where degrading, and soon the penitentiary was changed to an Asylum for violently deranged psychopaths, then the facility was shut down forever after the fire came and destroyed almost an entire wing. After that, what was left of the estate was now just an empty building, its electricity cut off, its water drained, everything was taken away, nothing remains...but thats what makes it strange. Nothing? How would the be strange? for a half destroyed abondoned building with no proper maintenance that has been left to endure the forces of nature should have been a perfect nesting ground for rats, a cultivating paradise for vegitation, a free buffet dinner for termites...and yet, there is still nothing. No vermin scurring across its marble floors, no moss growing over its walls, not even the smallest of insects dare go inside this place...why? Perhaps for the same reason why there are no animals in the woods, something is driving them away, they sense something that compells them to retreat and flee away, that denies any kind of plantlife to grow near it, everything inside its walls is now dead. The hedges that were once trimmed so neatly had been reduced to little more than twigs, the once lush green grass is now grown and prickly, absorbed into the mud to join the leaves, and the gardens, its flowers once tended with careing, gentle hands had whilted and withered long ago.

But deep inside the asylum, something yet still stirs, something that had driven all feral creatures away and had denied any life to sprout from the dark tainted dirt that surrounded its home. Now it craves, it hungers, it lusts for blood and the first sound of an intruding step tapping gently against the hard dusty floor, aroused its compulsion...a preist would pray to God's mercy, but this place, this dark, this deathly place, had been forsaken by God long ago...

[kirajadeforesyth]

A young man, about 5' 9", wearing black, torn jeans with small speckles of old blood clung to his small waist. Held up by a tattered, black leather belt with sliver studs adorning it,reminiscent of bullets. His black leather, non-slip shoes were covered in muck, dried blood and even a hint of what looked to be chicken shit. Above his jeans, His small, flexible and pretty scrawny, like a birch tree-frame was hidden under a small black shirt adorned with with more speckles of old spilled blood and ripped slightly in his midsection to show a peek of his olive colored skin and his barely- visible four-packed adominal region. The shirt was underneath a leather trenchcoat, a bit worn and hints of old blood were scattered across it`s base. his neck was covered slighlty by what was reminiscent of a dog collar with spikes and small studs. and showed underneath and around it scars of his past, still red and seemingly fresh.

He took each step towards a windowed double door, not knowing if it were the entrance or not, maybe a side entrace, but indefinetly not a back entrance... It had been now three years since the boy had been at any asylum. Three years since his escape from one. three years of running.
And now he was back at one. The irony.... He never cared to come back to one before, too afriad to see if his burning had completly done it`s job in his original Asylum. He had never came back to it. Even though the place was obviosly not open anymore and as much older than the one he went to, it still gave him some chills as he remembered the white coats surronding him and the others, beating and abusing everyone because of thier mental disorders. or in his case his Schizophrenia and his Demon, waiting in wait inside of him. He had small flashes of his doctor, Doctor Edgar Lucius Killjoy. His blue mask seemingly glued to his nose and around his chin, as if he beleived that mental illness could be given thruogh the air. His brown, souless eyes, seemngly hungry for something. But what always stood out was that damnable hand of his... He had taken many hours...many days staring at that hand whilst the rest of Dr.Killjoy was enjoying other torturous pleasures done to him. He shook his head erasing the memory from his head. For Ebony`s sake, he had to forget him...

He lifted his head, his black unkept hair whipped away from his memory-filled and diassociated hazel eyes as he did so and looked contantly around himself. the storm he had seen cmming on his way here had worsened and moved towards his location, and starting to drench him, making him start to see shapes he knew to not be there. He opened his small red pack and took a few of his purple meds quickly, even though it wouldn`t help his hallucinations or his schizophrenia, it would at least, keep his demon quiet. After all this time, he whispered to himself in a low,voice, making him see older than he looked, maybe in his late 30s, when his look showed he was in at least his early 20s," Try to behave, all of you." He obviously wasn`t taking to himself, but to whatever he heard or saw.

He sighed slighlty as he took in his surroudings, not caring that there was no life around him really ,after all, it was obvious that didn`t affect him much.
He only did this to understand his demon better, he feared him greatly. After all, he knew his demon, could easily rip apart anyone with as much ease as a hot butter knife going throuh butter. he mad e it look soo easily. he felt nothing when he killed the adults.
Nothing at all.
And now that it had been over three years and his birthday was approaching fast, he took this job only to understand.

He sighed as he took another step, talking to himself as he looked around , " all right, Brent... let`s do this."

Brent may not understand why he really took this job in the first place for what little they told him, but he thought it may be interesting, going back to the roots of his asylumic ridden past. And face the Asylum once again. Plus the money would help him find the other Blades. But even with that thought, he thought slighlty of his Asylum past. His many scars may be hidden, and some may even be healed. But he would never forget what they had done to him... all for the demon that was part of him.... all for Akirijii.

He went inside slowly, not fased much by the rain, now drenched from foot to head he chuckled softly, " My luck is shit..." He shook his head an felt in the pit of his stomach that something felt strange inside.. like dread.. like he was stepping into a piece of his own past. He quickly ignored it and left it to his schizophrenia, he gathered a few items out of his pack and put them to flame to warm himself and dry himself. he looked out of the window close by the entrance and yawned," It`s getting late. Thought I got out here early enough..." Seems not... Seems he could never come here early enough... as if Night blanketed the place at all times or simply came quicker, leaving maybe only an hour of daylight. He put his pack down in a corner, close to the fire, and went to find a mat to sleep on. Close by, he easily located a blue mat left behind that they gave the 'non-nusanced' ones and dragged it close by his fire, no too close to set it on fire. He finally sat down onto the blue mat, notcaring that it smelled musty, and watched the fire slowly die away as he slowly layed down, eyes slowly closed, falling sleep to the drum of the rain and thunder.

[soulknight18]

Just down the corridor from where he slept, a sound stirred him from his slumber, it was vaguely familiar, even at a distance. The noise was that of a young child singing, its high pitch suggesting a little girl...but the song seemed...awefully familiar.

[kirajadeforesyth]

Brent woke up and wipped the sleep out of his eyes, quickly stretching and yawing afterwards with a few cracks following his stretching. Hearing the song.. he was racking his mind, trying to find out why that song was so damnably familiar, but nothing came. He got up to investigate, quickly picking up his pack, not wanting to leave that behind. He doubted that a little kid found their way here or was comfortable enough to play in it...but you just never knew... He had to check. He walked slowly towards the singing... his gut wrentching as if telling him this was wrong. He ignored it, his gut had always been sensitive to negative energy... so he only truley payed attention if it felt light or 'happy-like'. He did wonder at times if it was because of ihs schizophrenia or something else. He really didn`t know.

" It may be a demon... demons do like to take on a child`s form," one of his voices pointed out.
Brent nodded, keeping that in mind, but din`t really give two flying fucks, after all, he had a demon in him. Why should he care about another?
" and suddenly you care about that..." Brent mumbled," how nice."

[soulknight18]

As he ventured deeper into the facility, the darkness denying any visibility, the song's lyrics became more incoherent, the words followed in a simple pattern and rythm, slow and subtle. It seemed to have been an old nursery rhyme as the tiny voice continued to chime on saying...

"There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse.
And they all lived together in a little crooked house...."

[kirajadeforesyth]

Brent`s eyes widened, wanting to say something, call out to the tiny voice, but his voice caught, as if not wishing him to speak. it was so hard to see that he simply put out his hand and touched the walls, following them and trying not to hit corners, going slower. He knew he should stop and look around for a flashlight soon since his had actually broken strangely on the way here.
He remebered that old nusery rhyme!
He used to tell the kids that old rhyme all the time, every day. Some would sing it, especially Katra and othrs would giglle a bit at it`s rhyme.
He couldn`t be live that he almost forgot it!
He,the eldest, the one whom taught them that rhyme, alomst forgot it. He smiled as he remebered Razor singing it softly to put Katra to sleep after a close call of an heart attack, the way she smiled as she slepts made his heart feel lighter.
Finally his voice stopped getting caught," Whose there?" but by then, he was sure if there was a little girl around, even if she was far away,she wouldn`t be able to hear him anymore.
He almost wanted to stop and slide his back against the hard concrete walls of the asylum. But kept pushing forward but once he couldn`t hear the lyrics anymore or the child`s singing, he looked around with his hands and feet for an opening of sorts and anything that may light up...

[soulknight18]

(I dont want to correct you, but the walls are plastered not concrete.)

As his fingers continued to drag against the dry plastered walls, his fingers bumped into what felt like the plastic surface switch frame and accidentally flipped it. With a metalic clank, a massive dish pan size light flickered to life before his path but what was shining down on the light was enough to give him a chill. Standing before him was an old wooden electric chair, the head clamp had patches of rust and the leather straps were warn and ragged. Then, without warning, the straps suddenly came to life, and like snakes reached out for Brent, extending unnaturally and latching around his wrists and ankles tightly then yanked him off his balance, causing him to fall on his back as he was slowly being pulled towards the chair, all the mean while, the little girl's voice carried on her song at the same liesurely pace.

[kirajadeforesyth]

( oh. my bad.. sorry..)
Brent`s eyes widened, cught off guard by the sraps coimng to life, pulling on the straps, trying to get out and away from the electric chair... He tried to wiggle himself out of the straps, pulling,pusing, even biting out of them but nothing worked, what in the fuck was going on?!? He shut his eyes, thinking it might be his schizophrenia , letting the black take over his eyesight. Then opened them after a few moments, nope... still being pulld towards the electrc chair. it couldn`t work could it? the place had been abandoned for years.. and there wasno way it was pluggedin anywhere. what in he fuck was an electric chair doing in the middle of the hallway anyways? His heart pummped qicker, he forced himself not to yell, fighting to whole time to get out of the straps as some of his voices laughed at his struggle. Fear filled him, a chill going up his spine as memories flooded him.
The night that the Dr. Kill joy strapped him to a newer model of an electric chair. He remebered him asking hi question after question, not answering them at all and then getting shocked with a small voltage. Then it got hight and higher...
he shook his head, trying to keep his head clear, trying to see ways out.
Something was going on in this place, he knew that much.. had to be.. but what?
Or was it all his scizophreia?
He wasn`t sure... things didn`t just pop to life like that!
it felt too real...
He had to get out of it, getting closer and closer he finally yelled," let me go!" as he strugged agianst the old straps pulling him, as he tried to get up and force himelf back from where he came, holding anything he could to possibly help him get out of it and make the straps looser, hopefully.

[soulknight18]

At the moment when the poor delusional man cried out in his struggle, the electric chair's skull clamp cracked violently with visible electricity and then...nothing.

Everthing that he saw before him was gone, the straps that bounded around his limbs so tightly, the electric chair that radiated a dark looming presence of danger, even the light that shined down on his captor had vanished as well...something else had become lost as well, the singing girl, her voice was silent, not a single echo could be heard reverberating through the dark empty hallways anymore as if...as if there wasnt a voice to begin with...

[kirajadeforesyth]

Brent looked around, feleing his wrist in the adrkness, as if checknig for the old red rub of the straps, but he felt nothing. As if it hadn`t happened. He sighed, his schizophernia had gotten worse, just being in a place that reminded him of his Asylum, the one he burnt down. "God dman it guys, I thought I told you to behave," he whispered outloud to his voices ,chalking up some of the rwalism to his Szizophrenia. It was so real... He felt for where he knew there electric chiar was in his 'hallucination' but felt only air. Sighing with a bith of releif, he put his hands back on the walls, feeling his way around once agian, completly lost since he had no idea where that child`s voice had brang him. The child voice... he noticed it wasn`t there anymore. He was back to being completly alone.
"fucking assholes," he muttered, thinking his voices had conjured up the voice of the girl.... This night was going to be a long one.
It was indefiently time to find a flashlight and maybe find a window to see if it was still raining or not.

[soulknight18]

As if someone had heard his concerns, the silhouette of a window frame flickered on the marple floor after the crack of lightning. Indication that there was a secondaryhallway that he could take. As the thunder rumbled once more and the lightning cast a moment of clarifying light with in the vage hallway, the breif glimps of a door was spotted just on the left of the corridor.

[kirajadeforesyth]

Brent smiled,seeing the breif light helped him at least make a map of the hallway for his purposes. he went towards where he saw the brief glimps of the door on the left of the hallway. once agian, letting his hands lead his way as he slowly waked toward it. Sure, he wasn`t exactly happy that it still was dark and stormy outside. It was like it could never stop. Almost like it was a cage and he was a trapped animal....