Vesania Asylum

Safiya Kyrie Wells was confused. The last thing she remembered was a sterile hospital, which spelled of hand sanatizer and medicine. Doctors and nurses had been tending to her broken arm and wounded leg. But this, this was nothing like the hospital. She'd awoken, dazed, to see herself in some sort of vehicle, which was parked outside a dark, foreboding building. She was aware of people around her, blurred faces and muddled sounds. "Come on, lets get you inside," she heard a voice say. They were planning on taking her into that!? 'Not without a fight,' she heard Elias, her best friend in the entire world, say. She smiled through the haze of confusion and dizziness. He would always be by her side. "I agree, El," she tried to murmer, but she found it difficult to speak. Her tounge felt heavy, like a wad of thick cotten. She felt herself being lifted from her seat in the vehicle, and forced into a standing position. A wave of dizzy nausea overtook her. She stumbled a bit, before finding her footing on the soft, leafy dirt ground. She blinked a few times, and her vision returned to normal. She saw the large, imposing building in more detail. And she wanted no part of it. And of course, the person clutching her arm began dragging her towards the front entrance. "No! Stop! Go away!" She screeched in the person's ear. She saw them wince, and sae that at a invitation to continue her protests. "Let my arm go, you filthy human beast!" She screamed. "Shut up!" Was the response to her yelling

'We need to run,' Elias told her. Safiya nodded. She tried to wrestle her arm free from her captor's grasp, but found she wasn't strong enough. Gritting her teeth as she drew ever closer to the building, she used her free arm to dig her nails into her captor's soft flesh. A grin of triumph flashed across her face when the person cried out in pain. The grip on Safiya's arm loosened, though not enough for her to pull free. She was about to claw at the person's flesh again, when something cold and hard was clamped down on her wrist, then her other wrist. Handcuffs. Theu bit into her skin, a secure grasp. No escape. Safiya's heart beat faster as the captor, guard, whoever, steered her towards the building. "No, no , no, no, NO!" Was all she could scream, twisting and squirming violently to no avail. Soon, she stood before the doors that led into the building. 'It's no use. We have to give in,' she heard Elias tell her. Fear, raw and powerful, raged through her. "Elias..." She whispered. But she knew he was right. The other voices agreed. She stopped struggling, and trudged into the building. The large, heavy doors slammed shut behind her, sealing her in. She was in a foyer of some sort, large and echoey. All she could think of was 'where am I?'

Rémy then slowly walked down the hallway with a blank look on his face as he carried his clipboard. He then got to the front doors where he saw the girl he was assigned to,” good afternoon Safiya Wells. Welcome to the Vesania Asylum, my name is Rémy and I’ll be you’re Doctor.”

Safiya stared for a moment at the doctor who'd entered the foyer. He'd said he was assigned to be her doctor, but that couldn't be right. No, she'd been healed. She didn't need any further treatment, as far as she knew. She narrowed her eyes at the doctor. 'He isn't here to help you,' whipered Elias in a hushed tone, just a vibrating in her brain.

"You said asylum. I don't belong here. I just got out of the hospital. I don't need anything else, I need to go back home," she spoke, trying to keep her voice even. Her head still ached, though nothing more than a dull thud. "Please, Doctor Rémy, sir...I don't belong here," she whined, honestly believing it. She didn't think she needed help, though people callex her Crazy Girl, people claimed she was insane. Lies, she had figured, all of those cruel words had been lies. But fear had taken up residence in her pounding heart again, not only fear of the place had found herself in, but fear that all those people...the ones who had called her insane...might have been right all along.

Rémy looked to her and sighed softly and wrote some things down,” I’m sorry Safiya but that’s not my choice to make for now if you need to be here or not. Now if I notice you’re better then I can let you out.

Safiya suddenly felt all the will to escape flood out of her. An inescapable wave of sorrow washed over her. She was used to her mood swings by now, but she had no power over them. "Fine. Where do I need to go?"she asked, her body taking on a limp, slumped posture. It was ad if all of the energy and spirit had just rushed out of her, leaving her standing in the foyer, without the will to even try or beg for escape.

'Hang in there, Saf,' Elias murmered. She nodded slightly, her head pulsated with a slight pain. "I will, El," she muttered. "I will."

Rémy looked at her,” I’ll show you to your room... it’s very nice here... you can talk with others and enjoy your stay until you’re better...”

Safiya nodded halfheartily in response. "Sure, can't be worse than the hospital," she muttered. Though she still held a defeated, sagging posture, and she wasn't in the mood to protest much of anything, her thoughts still raged in her head. At least the dull ache she'd been feeling had faded.

Who are the others? What if this is some sort of torture facility? What if I die here? These negative thoughts inhabited her brain, forcing her to consider all of the worst possibilities. She shuddered slightly, before taking a few steps toward the doctor, showing she would follow.

Rémy nodded and then walked her in

She followed the doctor, unsure of where he wad leading her. She hiped it wad somewhere nice. 'Just keep walking. Don't focus on the final destination,' Elias advised. "Alright," she murmered.

Rémy then got her to another room,” please strip.” He said as he wrote some things down.

Erik growls lightly as he looks around in rage. He clench his fist as he pulls it back and throws it in front of himself at a wall while screaming "Razor wind!" Nothing happens. "What is happening? Where is this place? how are they stopping my powers." he growls out and starts to shout out different words "Razor Wind" "Electro ord." He stops as he falls to hus knees clutching his head "What is going on? Where the hell is this?" he cry's holding his head looking around in distress.

Safiya glared and Rémy. "No. Elias and I'd prefer to stay fully clothed," she told him, her voice cold. She heard a commotion in the hallway beyond the medical exam doors, but chose to ignore it. Another doctor could care for whoever it was.

Rémy sighed,” you must take a shower and get cleaned up. I don’t have any want to see you unclothed. I’ll stay outside but please take a shower and you’re new clothes are right here” he said and set the clothes down. He then heard the commotion and exited,” what is going on here?!”

Safiya glared at Rémy, finally murmering "Fine," under her breath. She stood next to the shower, watching as the doctor existed the room. Sighing, she turned on the water in the shower, before taking off the dirt smeared clothes she'd been in. She left them in a heap beside the shower. The only thing she left on was her necklace, the pendant resting against her chest. She scrubbed her hair, which was matted and full of tangles. Even she had to admit it wasn't a pleasant feeling, tangled hair, grimy clothes, and whatnot. Once she finished her shower, she stepped out into the cool air and shivered. She quickly dressed in the clothes Rémy had layed out for her. They were bland and practical, not anything Safiya would usually wear. Once she was fully dressed, she leaned against the wall and waited for the doctor to fix whatever was going on in the hallway. A few minutes later, however, she felt a pounding headache, and heard whispers all around her. Not the friendly words of Elias, no. The other voices. The ones that caused violent headaches, and dizziness. She swayed a little, clutching her head with her hands. "Stop!" She screeched, to no avail. "Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!" She kept yelling, tears starting to spill down her face out of pain and frustration.

Rémy then sighed and got back,” wh-?!” Rémy then went wide eyed and looked at her before gently putting a hand on her shoulder,” breath... calm down” he said and looked around