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Somewhere in out in the country of Maine stands a Mental Institution, highly protected and isolated from the rest of human kind. They now have a new patient to add to the sparse collection of the condemned and committed people who make the institution their permanent home. Issac has no records but after committing a trail of bizarre and grisly murders and was deemed "insane" they decided the mental hospital was the best place for him. After bringing him to the building he started to go into a state of planning. Because he new somewhere there was a dimension that has the ability to grant you godlike powers. But he needs a group of people to embark on the journey with him. He has the power to open the portal. All he had to do was ask the other patients because all i all they were just as insane as he is.

(I'm going to need patients in this story and other characters that can be mythical creatures/alien beings anything really to inhabit the other dimension)";

He sat at a table in the white room, hunched over and madly scribbling his thoughts. The portal would open and he had the key...He just needed a group...

If he hadn't been drugged nearly senseless, Cody might have taken an interest in this one patient's mad scribbling. But he didn't particularly care except that the ferocious pace of the other man's scribbling made him anxious and awakened his dormant paranoia.

Cody's brown eyes flickered to the four corners of the room and then to the doorways. He didn't seem to be seeing the people, the orderlies or the other patients, who resided in the area. Rather he seemed to look through them. But whatever it was he expected to see, he didn't see anything.

He sighed and felt someone approaching and turned to see an orderly regarding him with some suspicion. Of course, they thought he hadn't been taking his pills. As if he could hide them under his tongue when they forced the pills down his throat.

He scowled and moved away from the orderly to the drawing table. Let them think he wanted to...exercise his creativity. He just wanted to double check that this kid wasn't drawing him. With some difficulty he circled around the kid to peek over his shoulder at the drawing. What exactly was he drawing--or scribbling, rather?

*Issac was intent on the paper in front of him. it was a portrait. Yes a portrait of a soul....Some parts he didn't shade in but most of it was a grey shade of sloppy, undefined, lines. The soul was an evil place indeed. Then he turned his head slightly and saw that someone was staring at his portrait. He narrowed his eyes and pushed his brown hair out of his face.*

"Hello there..."

At seeing the portrait, Cody's eyes widened and even in spite of the memory-disrupting drugs in his system, he recognized what Isaac drew. Or thought he did. He turned haunted brown eyes onto Isaac, beads of sweat beginning to gather at his temples.

"Wha--who are you?" he asked, his voice sluggish due to the drugs. He gestured at the drawing. "Where...what...are you drawing?" His gaze again swept the room, before landing back on Isaac, watching him warily.

*Issac's eyes widened. Maybe he could show this person the portal. He is in a mental hospital after all.*

"Well... my name is Issac and.... what I'm drawing is a soul. Everyone's soul." He smirked

"What is your name...? and why are you so drawn, err, curious about this picture." *He motioned to the paper while holding a death grip on the dull, eraser less pencil*

"I'm Cody Wesson. And that's no soul." His voice dropped so low that it barely registered as a whisper. "That's a fallen angel. A...possession...in progress." He closed his eyes, the effort to recall such things seeming to be a trial, a labor for him. Given the pills in his system, that he remembered his own name was a dramatic improvement, and perhaps a clue that maybe he was starting to build up a tolerance for the drugs in his system.

"Where...where did you see it?" he asked after a moment of wrestling with himself.

*Issac eyed the man suspiciously*
"A fallen angel hmmmm? How creative. As for where I saw such a thing was well. On the other side of the portal. I wasn't actually there but I saw it in... *He paused* Some call it a dream or delusion but I know for sure whatever gave me the vision is as real as you and I. If you believe in such things.

With that he went back to work on the "soul".

Cody shuddered and then felt eyes on him again from more of the orderlies. Didn't they have anything better to do than watch him constantly? He plopped down next to Isaac, deciding to keep an eye on the young man's "soul" drawing, while he picked up a paper and pencil.

For a while he doodled nothing at all. His artistic skills were rough, nearly non-existent, and then without realizing what he was doing, he began to sketch almost earnestly. A few straight lines. some cylindrical curves here and there. A trigger. A hammer. A familiar logo...S&W. He paused, his eyes absorbing the Smith&Wesson revolver he had owned at one point in time--before he'd ended up in the asylum.

He started to crumple up the piece of paper lest one of the orderlies get it in his head to take an interest.

*Issac decided to talk to Cody about this whole "fallen angel" thing since maybe that's who was really contacting him. He would be thrilled. He straightened his glasses and turned toward Cody.*

"So where did you hear about these fallen angels and where do such things come from?"

Cody paused in mid-crumple, surprised by the question. "I never heard of them..." he said softly, "but I was haunted by them for years." He raised a hand to massage his forehead, as though he could recall the memory or the information at will. "I don't know what happened...one moment they were a figment, the next real; I was haunted by them...almost possessed, I think." He couldn't remember and he growled in frustration.

"There is--was--something else...but I can't, I can't remember. It followed me too." And he glanced around the room one more time. One of the orderlies watching him was now speaking to a nurse. Maybe they were considering upping his dosage again--he woudn't put it past them.

"You think I'm nuts, don't you?" He said, turning to look at Isaac.

Issac of course didn't think he was crazy. He would probably think Issac was the crazy one if he told him the whole truth. Issac in fact believed he was a deity himself overthrown by the now unknown ruling elite. That is why he had to get to that portal .To regain his unfathomable powers. He had to know more about the beings Cody was talking about. They could have been his own creations after all, trying to get back to him for all of these years.
"I don't think your crazy...but you must tell me. What did they say to you?"

Cody blinked and seemed to twitch. Slowly, he straightened the crumpled piece of paper in his hand. "What did they say? What did they say? They never really said anything." He shuddered. "They tried to take me, tried to kill me..." His gaze turned to rest on Isaac's drawing of the soul.

"There was one that was different. It stayed to...to protect me, but haunted me all the time. I didn't want to see it...but I had no choice. And now..." he trailed off. "Now I can't see it." He rubbed his temples again, noting that the nurse had disappeared. "Stupid drugs..." he mumbled.

Well, there was more to the story; incarcerated in a mental facility for his erratic behavior, his tendency to hallucinate, and paranoia of the government leading him towards terrorist-like tendencies...no wonder the Orderlies and nurses had their eyes on him.

Issac nodded and went back to his "soul" drawing when he started to hear that infernal static in his head. He wondered what kind of things the voices had to say now. Maybe after all it was time for the portal. He glanced over at Cody. No matter what he was going to drag this drugged psychopath into the dimension with him. He just couldn't go by himself. It was too risky...Too daring...He needed another pair of eyes...

Then through the monotone static he heard a voice that sounded light and fragile. It was feminine and the words dropped like rocks into water. It spoke slowly and with a concise and unknown accent.

Midnight...That's when you can come.....And bring friends the more the merrier

The voice laughed and arched in a high pitch crescendo. Then all that was left was static. Issac put his hands over his ears and cried out. This could surely go on for hours...

The orderlies were now keeping a close eye on him with clipboards in hand.

"What is it?" Cody took one look at the orderlies and grabbed Isaac's arm, intending to lead him from the room. "Come with me?"

There was a quieter, more secluded room that very few used; partly there was an odd smell that was vaguely unpleasant, for another, it was often where the less compliant patients were wrestled and drugged with sedatives. Cody wanted some quiet out of the prying eyes of most of the orderlies.

*Issac followed Cody to the room. The static was not giving but instead turning into a persistent buzzing like flies swarming a carcass. He didn't think twice about telling Cody of the portal that apparently opened at midnight. The message was vague and somewhat mocking to him and he still didn't know where the portal would be. Then he started to talk in a hushed tone that morphed into frantic whimpering as the flies grew more furious.*

"She said m-m-midnight. The portal would open at midnight. I don't know where! But she said to bring you."

*He looked at Cody with a tortured expression.*

"Bring me where?" Cody asked suspiciously; even the drugs couldn't entirely suppress his natural wariness. "And why midnight? You know they lock this place down like a prison once visiting hours are over."

But it was even clearer that Isaac wasn't playing with a full deck; though he had the same look on his face that Cody knew showed on his own whenever the Legion was present. Or worse, the Fallen.

*Issac paused for a moment. They do lock the place down but he was sure that no matter the scenario he was going to the portal. They were going to escape to the other world and he was going to regain what he lost...His power and pride. The buzzing was still churning in his head and he covered his ears with his hands.*

"I highly doubt you will believe me but the portal is to another world...We have to escape to it before the real experiments happen. You have to believe me! Just try... I promise that we will find a way to leave this place. Permanently."

*Issac had a pleading look in his eyes. He knew the voices were real and they would find a way to get both of them there. Even if the whole damn facility is in full out lock down.*

Cody nodded. "I'll believe you." When he saw it, he'd believe it, but right now it felt like a hypothetical that was too far out to have any basis in reality.

"Do you need me to do anything? I think we can probably figure a way to this portal." Actually, he had several ideas on how to break out of his room, but what he never had was a true escape plan. Other world or just beyond the fence with video cameras--he wasn't picky.

Issac thought for a while but he just couldn't think of a way to escape his room for the portal. In every top of the head circumstance that popped out of his mind ended in failure. By failure mostly sedation by tranq darts.

"Let me hear your ideas, so far I got nothing." he said in a low whisper as he eyed the cameras warily.