A blood curdling scream ripped through the walls of the asylum. The restraints that held the so called monster, jingled dangerously. He was an untamed one, he had long dark hair and soulless pits, for eyes. The man seemed too be kept cozy in a strait jacket and then chained
over the strait jacket. He took in short, heavy breaths. Weak and tired he was from all that screaming, Avalanche let his head rest back against the cold, jagged wall.
He was vile, he let out a snarl as the door opened and light flood through out the whole room. For the first time the people of this institute got a right look at Avalanche, he was huge, and that was putting it lightly. His records said he stood at a towering six foot four, he was heavy, but not the pudgy kind. He was built, though he was in a poor state right now anyone with eyes could notice the muscles along his arms and the dangerous looking tattoos that covered his left hand. Rumour had it, that he made tattoos for himself...with scalpels. One would always cringe as they imagined themselves cutting their arm up with a scalpel to ink it.
"Let me out" his voice was thunderous as he demanded. The care taker that had been near him flinched. She was new, and she was terrified of this untamed giant. Avalanche smirked as he saw her scurry out of the room.
Pathetic. That is what Avalanche was right now. Just down right pathetic. The people monitored him from their rooms, they were safe. At least for now, his eyes searched for the camera that was put in his room.
Finding the small black circle he looked into the lens defiantly and gave a low dangerous laugh. Wait till he got out, this place would be in ashes faster than the stupid doctors could scream. Satisfied that Avalanche had probably struck some fear into the doctors heart he went back to rocking back and forth against the wall.
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Archer darted across his room, leaving behind a mess of scalpels and injections. He ran down the hallway to room 126. That was where she was, his new patient. Alchemy B. Dejourn. A seventeen year old murderer. A murderer for crying out loud! What could have pushed a teen to do something like that? He frowned, Archer had taken a look at the kids brother when he was sedated and asleep. Archer opened the door quietly, he saw that the girl was still in the corner and she was still under the effects of sedation.
He flipped on the light, she looked like her brother. They looked like a bunch of trouble makers, which they in truth were. Archer sighed and ran his finger through his hair, he placed his hand on her forehead to check for a temperature. He wasn't sure why he did that but he just did. Archer sat in the room and waited for Alchemy to come back to her senses.
His clear, sky blue eyes twitched as he heard voices. Recently, his schizophrenia had been getting worse. He had been hearing more voices recently, some of which were evil. To take his mind off of things he grabbed a sheet of paper and doodled on it, he sketched a portrait of the teen. He wondered where his co-worker Morganna was. They still had to become properly acquainted since Archer had just joined recently.
