Faustus woke up in his office with a small yawn. He had been living there for a long time now, more than five years. He rarely left the asylum, the food was delivered to him and he could do his necessities in his office, in the bathroom, so there was no need of going out and people making fun of his bear trap-like jaws. He walked to the window and pulled the curtains to the side to let the sun in, the beams of light coming from the Sun reflecting on the shiny metal on his jaw. "Aaaah....yet another day in the Lord's shithole...Luckily, today I won't have to devour another patients or witness the life being taken from the inmates...luckily..." he told to himself with a chuckle and dressed back in his usual clothes. He knew of many doctors having relationships with his patients, but little did he care. He was there to prevent those freaks from harming more people out there, and he certainly didn't care too much of his own workers. Faustus grabbed a pen and a notebook and started to make his way down the main hall, the doctors already waiting him by the door. "Fine fine....move your lazy asses and start doing the laundry. You two, do the laundry. You three, clean the backyards. And you, all of you, I want to you to go and wake up those lazy fucks and clean their rooms. It's 9AM already for fuck's sake," Faustus told them angrily. His sole presence caused a shiver to anyone within the asylum, as he wouldn't think twice to kill someone. And most inmates remembered of the time he had eaten a doctor in front of everyone. After sending the workers on to their duties, he continued to walk down the halls, checking everything was fine. As a final destination, he arrived the cafeteria, and everything was clean and food was being delivered. "Ah...great...seems everything is working in tandem today. My workers respect me, food arrives in time, the place is clean...ah...yes...this is life." With that being said, he leaned agaisnt the wall and started writing some notes on his notebook.

Yuri woke up when some random female doctor knocked on her door and entered on her room to clean it and wake her up. "Yuri, it's time to get up already," she told the girl. "O-Ok miss, I will get up in a moment," she answered and slowly rubbed her eyes while the nurse drew the curtains aside, letting the sun invade the room. Yuri was the nicest of the inmates in the asylum. She rarely acted violently, but people knew how aggresive and merciless she could be, even if she didn't intend it. Not only that, but also some innocence remained within her. She was most probably the only virgin girl in the asylum, and her tastes for both boys and girls were starting to show. She had kind of a crush on Taeko and definitely liked Erik a lot, but she had heard of how he hated everyone who cared, and she rarely, VERY VERY RARELY talked to anyone given how shy she was. After the nurse left the room, she yawned in a childish way and stood up. She was really hungry now, and wanted to have breakfast. With only her underwear, she placed a red robe over her skin and put on a pair of slippers, then walked out of the room and headed to the cafeteria. On the way, her imaginary friend, named Zury, showed up. Yuri thought her imaginary friend was also her twin-sister. "Hey girl, watcha' doin' this morning? Guess ya' are hungry, righto?" Zury asked her with a grin on her face. "Y-Yes Zury! I'm actually going to see what Mr. Faustus has brought us to eat this morning! I hope it's yummy unlike that milk he brought the other day, it was utterly disgusting!" Yuri told Zury with a sign of disgust on her face. To others, it seemed as if she was crazy, but she was actually talking to another person, a telekinetic entity. "Fine Yuri, just remembah...let me eat some!" Yuri smiled and nodded, then headed to the cafeteria where Faustus was leaning against the wall. Faustus terrified her, but she tried not to show her. With a smile of surprise in her eyes, she grabbed a tray and the chef served her a normal breakfast, orange juice with bacon and a sandwich. She sighed in relief and sat down to eat. She didn't like the bacon too much, so Zury grabbed the pair of bacon and ate it, something extremely wierd since it seemed like the bacon gravitated by itself and disappeared in thin air.

Austin and Damian were already up, as was normal for them. They didn't sleep much, due to the near constant fighting. He sat in bed legs crossed, slouched slightly, a sad look in his eyes. By this, Austin was currently in control. That didn't mean Damian was quiet. 'Why are you so damn sad all the time Austin? So what if I killed them. They deserved to be tortured. Not killed. I spared them.' Austin whispered in his mind,' They didn't do anything to us...' A harsh laugh rang through Austin's head, followed by Damian's words. 'You poor mislead thing you...' Austin shook his head and rubbed it, taking a moment to look around at the room. The room was solid ice, but for the bed for comfort sake.

At that moment, a male doctor opened the door, careful not to enter as to not slip. The doctor studied the person inside warily, quickly finding out who was in control just by how Austin held the body. The doctor spoke," it's time to get up Austin, but as I can see that you are already up, will you unfreeze the room then have breakfast so I can clean?" Immediately a voice answered roughly inside his head,'Tell the bastard no and to go hell. Then ask if he needs help getting there because I'd love to help.' Austin shook his head slightly then said softly," of chourse..." He stood up on the ice, the ice melting rapidly, however leaving a watery mess.

He then walked out, to the sigh of the doctor as he looked at the mess of what he had to clean up. 'WHY WONT YOU EVER LISTEN TO ME?!' Austin flinched at the voice roaring inside his head, placing a hand on the wall. He then flinched again as Damian slammed against him, trying to gain control. Austin quickly anchored down, knowing if he allowed Damian out he would attempt to kill someone. To Damian, Austin was the person he hated the most. And Damian couldn't kill him, for he would kill himself if he did which could not happen. They walked into the cafeteria, shakingly grabbing some food and sitting down, not even glancing at Dr. Faustus as they did.

Drip.....Drop......Drip.....Drop......Drip....

The sound of a loose pipe echoed throughout a dark padded cell. It would have been an easy fix, but no one would have dared enter that cell. For that cell is a trip to the E.R at the least or so at least the stories suggested.
Every once and a while a orderly would shine a flashlight within the view port of the cell. He made certain the masked patient still remained.

"Shit...."

It was a worst case scenario, he had found himself unable to find the patient!

"This is Ronnie! Patient in the dark room is missin'!"

Ronnie had been a new hire, in the strange Asylum. He had just begun to truly grasp the patients here where more dangerous than any single human, and the guy running it was a few screws short himself! Ronnie was not about to let some stupid superstition keep him from making sure to leave a good impression on the boss doc! The fool slung open the door and ran into the darkness expecting to find a hole or something of the sort. The walkie all the while had been trying to convey a message but the strange interference left him at a loss. He pulled the radio to his ear to try and make it out.

"D-_-_T*sttttatic* O*static* IN! *sTatic* W_-A-T *static* Or Ba*static* Up!"

Clearly something was going wrong! Ronnie questioned the walkie with a confused glance. A shrug proceeded Ronnie's action of cutting off the connection. He had no interest in listening to static! As he put the walkie back on his belt Ronnie drew forth his flash light looking about in the dank cell....The three intial corners where empty.
As the light was about to reach the final corner, it whined and burned out!"

Ronnie had been growing more and more confused by the second....His eyes took a few moments but gradually the had adjusted to the light. A blue hue was just barely visible a mere breath away from his own eyes?!

"The HELL!"

Ronnie stumbled backwards, the padded flooring made for poor footing causing the poor greenhorn to fall!

"Grumph!" A rather strange cough/gasp was forced from him as the weight of something pressed into him! His struggles where met with a sudden realization there was a person on top of him! Ronnie Panicked!



Though Ronnie had entered patient Azure walked out, carrying the blood soaked light and key-rink. For the first time in months Azure speaks to himself,

"Time turns, tick tock. Blood spills, Drip drop. If it does not, reality is all for not."

Once more begins the strange humming, this time humming the tune to Sea breeze.

It was dawn when Erik had actually woke up, body moving automatically. His internal alarm would not allow him another minute of rest. He brushed a hand through his hair, eyes glancing around the room of his cell. The only things in it besides the institute issued bed and clothing pile was his books and his artwork. Despite his destruction and murdering spree, the male was actually rather intelligent and working towards degrees that he would more than likely never get to act upon out of these four walls. He also liked art, drawing with a pencil or charcoal though his tools were never sharpened. He had learned to come around it, creating wonderful landscapes and portraits of the patients and the staff or what his imagination could produce.

"Mister Dahlem, it is time for you to get up and start getting dressed. Breakfast is being served" a nurse said, appearing a few hours after the male had gotten up.

He glanced over at her from the white paper smeared with the black substance of charcoal. He smiled politely at her, eyes taking in her face. He had yet to draw her he came to realize and looked back down to a piece of one of his fellow inmates. 

"Of course, will you be cleaning as well?" he asked. "I would be rather appreciative if my desk would not be touched, I do not want anything to be smeared or rubbed against" 

She nodded, already alerted a head of time by one of the other staff members of his habit of requests. She had heard he could get violated if he though someone was stepping into his privacy.

"Yes, mister Dahlem, just go on and eat" she instructed. 

The blond stood up, backing away from his desk and turned to face her. He put his hands up, a protocol of being given art supplies though they would never give him an xacto knife or a carving tool. After a check of his hands and an instructed search of his pockets she let him out, allowing him to leave to head to the cafeteria as he pleased.

Erik made his way down the lengthy, winding corridors, alert for any sudden movements. He stopped, thinking he heard something. He stood still, body rigid in anticipation. A slight smell wafted towards him, and he sniffed  for a moment before smirking and continuing on his way. The familliar tangy smell of copper was heavy, but he'd leave it to the staff. They needed the excersize and he needed the entertainment.

The male opened the door, heading into the room the staff called cafeteria. It was decent enough, purhaps a bit small, but it served it purpose. He spotted fellow inmate, Miss Ritz, a fifteen year old with a telekinetic power or such and Mister Ashton who held a personality disorder of sorts. Both were younger than him and rather cute with their shy personalities, a trait he loved in a victim. 

Grabbing a tray of the institute food, he made his way to sit by Miss Ritz. He placed the tray in front of her, sitting across from her. Even if the male loved nothing more than to traumatize a victim and assert force over them, he did like pleasant little things like conversations and to be frank it would probably stop him from losing a control on his anger.

"Miss Ritz" he greeted, sitting down, before making a nodded greeting in the direction he believed her invisible buddy was. No need for him to be rude and inconsiderate now.

Faustus watched as most inmates were awaken by the doctors he had sent after them. It may be obnoxious and quite annoying to be woken up at 9AM, but it was the asylum's rules and they had to respect them. With his scalpel, he rubbed it against his bear-trap and cranky noises came out, something he loved to do mostly at nights and to scare the inmates. But now he had to focus on keeping everything correct, mostly since they were going to have an inspection in two days, and everything had to be correct. If it wasn't and the place was deemed hazardous...well...he'd have to eat the inspector. Something really funny, since most people would have to close their working places. But no! Not for Dr. Faustus. This place was going to remain open whether they wanted or not. Within a few minutes, he saw Yuri arrive first. The cute and little teen was indeed the most innocent of the patients and the least dangerous, but God knew how really dangerous and deranged her hate-fueled friend could be. So she had a reason to be feared. Not her, but the invisible and twisted powers circling her. The split-personality Austin/Damian came after, a patient who was also dangerous but to a higher degree. While Austin didn't want to kill people...it seemed...Damian wanted to murder the whole staff. That's why medicinal supplies were administrated at his own will, since he at least had control over his alter-ego. Then, another freak came along and it was the one person Faustus had given up: Azure. He just...gave up with him. Even if he had slipped horse-tranquilizers in his meal to control him, he still continued to be same twisted fuck he was. He had no way out for Azure. Erik was for now the last to arrive, and he kind of had hopes for the boy to get better. But he was kind of worried when he sat in front of Yuri, he just hoped he wouldn't rape her and kill her like he did with most girls. But again...Yuri rarely interacted with anyone, and she was shadowed over the many and more important dangerous inmates of the asylum.

Yuri and Zury were eating peacefully, the small pieces bacon disappearing into mid-air and munching could be heard. The corners of Yuri's mouth were stained with orange juice and giving her a rather cute look. But then, Erik, her crush, came along and sat by her. She hadn't given Austin too much importance since she was scared of him and his other personality. He had seen him hitting violently doctors and thus, his fear for him had grown. But she did not know nothing of Erik, so her crush for him still continued. When he sat in front of him, she blushed and looked down, Zury rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "Oh...h-h-hello there Erik...good morning..." she said nicely. "And who's exactly this punk-ass douchebag? Erik, huh? Well...nice to meet ya', ass. Just remember, if ya' touch my little friend here, I'll gouge yer' eyes out, copy that?" Zury told him. Although not physically present, her voice could still be heard and she wasn't pleased to see him in front of her. "Erik...I'm...sorry about that..." she said shyly.

The blond smiled softly at her, appearing to mean her no harm as he sat across from her. Erik felt eyes on him from the moment he sat down and he let his eyes travel to notice the main head watching him. He retuned his attention to the female when he heard the other, more vicious sounding voice. He smiled at both of them.

"No need to get so hostile towards me, I simply yearned for a civilized conversation with someone not trying to pick my brain apart" Erik said, a joking tone to his voice. 

"It's not a problem, I can tell she's rather protective of you, it's certainly admiring of her, Miss Ritz" he spoke, mindlessly picking at his food with his utensil.

Taeko was in her room curled up in a corner, she didn't really sleep at all during the entire night, on the walls of her room she had carved the word brother several times, when a beam of sunlight entered through the skylight she covered her eyes with one hand, she reached into her left breast pocket and pulled out a photo of a girl that was around her age, she stared at it intensely before she put it back into her pocket," That dirty fucking slut, she got lucky having the police catch me, if I only had more time." she spoke to herself. She felt that she had a mission to complete by killing all of her female classmates. she got up using the wall as a grip to get off the ground then left her room. she walked down the hallway with sunlight beaming through nearly every window she hated it when there were sunny days, she went to the cafeteria but didn't get any food she just sat down across from Yuri next to Erik not saying anything, she had her usual brooding expression hating the situation shes in.

She listened to them both speak to one another and tried to drown them out," I don't see how you both could just sit here and enjoy being in this shit hole, rotting away, there aren't even good doctors to kill or maim here, just the usual bull shit doctors that just ask the usual questions that fuck you up even more, Fuck this I'm going outside to wonder around or find a doctor to kill or beat the shit out of someone." Taeko slammed her fist onto the table, and started walking out of the cafeteria feeling angrier than when she arrived.

Zury was about to punch him when Yuri gave her a really calm and reassuring smile. "Yes, Z-Zury is really nice with me! And I like her to be like that! She always take care of me...but she says she has had to take care of certain people who entered my room without advice...I don't know anything about that though..." she told him. Zury shrugged finished devouring the delicious pieces of bacon she had been served. Then, this pretty girl named Taeko walked into the cafeteria and sat with them. She started muttering some really angry and violent words and left extremely angry. Yuri's eyes widened and looked at Erik. "Mr. Erik! Do you think she'll actually kill someone!?" she asked him nervously. "Oh...I'm pretty sure 'bout that, mah girl. If she doesn't do it, I'll do it. I've been wanting to taste the blood in my hands for some time now..." she told them and chuckled.

Azure had been lost before. But in the previous times he was in forest or streets of a city, never a place so...well lit. To him the white halls are painted with sacrilege and hypocrisy. Everywhere the light touches a false reality presents itself based upon the feeble human minds ability to perceive it!

"Travesty, to be forced to view the falsehoods with nothing more than shut eyes to protect me." Mumbling to him self, he began humming taps to help take his mind off the overwhelming anger at the lights. Azure's desire to destroy the lights is out weighed by his knowledge of leaving an actual trail would be to his disservice. A shuddered breath left him as blood dripped from his hand? He had not realized it till then but he was using the keys to dig into his flesh.

"Strange how I hesitated in destroying deception but instinctively cut into the truth."

He opened his eyes to look at his bleeding palm in the light, he tilted it to allow the blood to freely flow out on the floor.

"Perhaps my ideas of truth desire freedom? Perhaps it is as they suggest? Am I truly insane?" His eyes depicted either his grin or his rage, strange how similar they are....

As the light flickered Azure threw the maglight at it shattering within its protective casing! Strange that the rest of the lights seemed to erupt with electrical interference and follow suit! The Azure one vanished into the darkness once more.

"Miss Owens, its time to wake up."
Silence..
"Miss Owens?"
Silence..
With a sigh the guard walked up further to the heavy metal door and moved the slot located on the door to peer through into the cell.
"Miss Owens. I said its time to get up!"
Squinting the guard could just barely see Sketchy's black figure floating in the cold pool of water that was made for her so that she wouldn't pass out constantly, or even die from over-heating. The pool was about 8 to 9 foot deep, enough to keep her occupied when bored and enough to cover her entire body without effort. The cell was dark, no windows, and no regular lights due to the fact that regular lighting harmed her eyes. The only lighting within the room was a small UV lightbulb hanging from the roof. From what the guard could see, she either didn't have her mask on at the time, or her face was turned away from the direction of the guard.
"Miss Owens!"
She didn't move.
Frustrated, the guard unlocked the door to the cell and opened it up. He was greeted with a gust of bone chilling air that temporarily took his breath away. Regaining his breath he took two steps into the cell, already getting half his boots wet.
"Miss Owens! I said its time to Get. UP!"
....
"Shut the door..."
The guard's heart suddenly jumped with fear upon realising that she was indeed awake. How long had she been awake? The guard swallowed nervously and slowly shut the door. Everyone in the asylum knew Sketchy didn't like specific loud noises. Voices was one of the main ones, which was why the guard was nervous, he had been yelling at her. If she was already awake, and he was yelling, how angered is she at the moment? The guard cleared his throat and took in a shakey breath.
"Miss Owens, its time to go eat breakfast."
"I know.."
Sketchy's head suddenly turned over and her mask was clear to see. She was staring at the guard, the guard was now afraid. She let out a sigh and her body sunk into the dark water, disappearing. Even her mask wasn't visible when the water engulfed her.
"Oh god NO!!!"
The guard turned to run but slipped and lost his footing on the wet ground. His body tumbled and fell into the icey cold water. The guard was momentarily stunned by the temperature of the water, struggling to figure out which way was up. He couldn't hear anything under the water's surface, the only thing he could hear was his blood pumping and the swishes from his arms and legs thrashing in the water. Everything was black.
"Mmff!!!"
A sudden pressure was applied to his throat. It began to squeeze his windpipe like a feral anaconda. Tightening with every second. He clasped his hand over the pressure to find that a gloved hand was the thing squeezing his throat. He thrashed around to try to wiggle out of Sketchy's grip, but she was strong. Within seconds he was suddenly lifted out of the water by his throat and Sketchy's masked face was directly infront of his.
"You're too loud... So much noise you make..."
She brought his face closer to hers, still keeping a tight grip on his throat.
"I. Don't. Like it..!"
"Plea-"
Snap
...
Silence..
Sketchy released her grip and the guard's body fell limp into the water. She grabbed his leg and began to drag his lifeless corpse out of the pool. Once she reached the metal door, she quickly slung his body out into the hallway. It hit the wall and landed on the ground with a soft whump. Sketchy walked out into the hall and shut the metal door behind her to keep the cool air inside. Sighing, she began to walk down the hallway with her hands in her drenched jacket's pockets. She lightly growled to herself in annoyance at the harsh lighting, even though her mask had black fabric over the eye-holes to give some protection, it still bothered her. Sketchy jumped at the sudden loud crashing noise sounding from a different hallway. Moments later the lights flickered and shut off.
"Odd..."
She said to herself and half-heartedly smiled at the comfort of the dark now surrounding her. She continued to walk and her boots made light tapping and sloshing noises as they collided with the tile floor. She shifted a bit uncomfortably, beginning to feel the loss of the cold air, luckily her wet clothing provided her with enough coldness to keep her steady. It usually took about a few hours for her cold clothing to begin to shift to room temperatures, once that begins to happen she'd go to her room and swim for a bit, or find an equally cold room so her clothes would chill once again. As Sketchy turned into another hallway, also dark from the lights being shut off, she noticed that one light was utterly shattered and pieces of glass were on the floor.
"Hm. I'm not the only one all the way back here then... Makes sense that I've never noticed... I don't tend to listen much...."
She said half to herself, half to whom ever was listening. She thought she was the only one back in the cells where guards didn't ever want to go, but apparently she was wrong.
"You don't seem like the loud type..."
Sketchy couldn't see anyone, but she didn't mind talking to those she couldn't see. She glanced back a few feet, finally noticing the scent of blood comming through her mask and noticed a cell open with a pool of blood seeping out. She lightly laughed.
"I think I like you already...

Theme Song of Mr.Steel

Fort Houston
San Antonio, Texas
9:00 A.M.
Monday Morning

Steel sat in the court room silently his eye's were closed but his ears caught everything, and in his mind his hearing was as descriptive as actually seeing the things unfold. He could hear people shuffling into the room and taking a seat, he could smell their nice suits that were covered in inexpensive perfume, it was such an annoying thing to smell such nice fragrances to Steel but people had to smell nice he supposed. The only thing in his mind was did they truly know why they were there that day? He did not think so perhaps they knew the details but they did not know the true events in which had transpired. Ignorance was a human right in most cases, but the Generals effort to keep the facts of the events which took place were effective and people knew what they needed to know but nothing more. That was usually how things ended up working in the Army, misguided information that ignorant people passed along to try and protect government related issues. But what these people did not know and one thing they would know by the end of this day, was the man who was now sitting silently cuffed to the wooden table in front of him, the shackles on his legs were like paper weights given his strength however they did their job of constricting him to his spot effectively. It was almost to bad that even with these leg weights he was still the most dangerous man in this room, that they would know too soon enough.

"Everyone please rise for the Honorable General Harold T. Dawson."

Steel heard the chairs scrape and the sound of several pairs of feet hitting weak wood floors, however he did not care for he had no intention of standing with them which would no doubt piss off a couple people in this room, but who gave a shit. However Steel was right sooner then he expected when heard felt the breath of someone in his face, and then a gruff voice speaking to him.

"Stand up you murdering bastard and show some respect."

Steel opened his eye's slowly to see a face right up in his, the face belong to a rough and tough marine who was quite famous for intimidating people with his muscle and height, however Steel had no such fear because there was no reason to have any. However this guard had made an mistake and that was to get close to Steel's face, with a speed that no one saw coming Steel brought his head back and then slammed it straight into the Marines forehead, the moment skulls bumped a release of blood hit Steel's face as the Marine fell backward and hit the ground. The several screams from behind Steel had signified that his point had been made, the Marine in front of him took a minute but got back up as he came at Steel with the intent to harm but he was quickly stopped.

"Major Benson! Stand your place, you know better then to get that close to Steel you were warned! An Steel if you do that one more time I will put you in front of a firing squad regardless of the outcome of this case! Everyone take your seats so the verdict of this case can be revealed and this man punished accordingly."

Steel heard the watchers behind him sit down as Dawson brought order back to the court room, Steel neither smiled or smirked at the threat or at Benson but he did stare the Major in the eye's coldly which forced the man to look away after a couple moments.

"A verdict has been decided this open and shut case ended up being more complicated then originally anticipated, so I thank you for enduring with us these passing months. Alexander Hammond Price has been found guilt of first degree murder on several accounts, given the circumstances Mr.Price would be executed for his crimes, but given the underlying circumstances involving his past, his mental capacity and his long years in the services of the United States Army it has been decided that Mr.Price is legally declared insane in which case he will be transported to a high security Asylum where he will spend the rest of his life with no chance of leaving."

The gabble was banged three times and the entire room exploded with angry people who believed Steel should die like the animal he was, Steel just closed his eye's as the uproar was intense but the MP's were quick to get back people from Steel himself. It was in this moment that Steel let out a laugh that was both scary and a bit tyrannical, the entire room was silenced after that, the many stares some of death some of confusion were now on Steel. Standing to his full height he looked at the crowd and then the General, speaking in a deep rough voice he was precise in his words.

"Your a misguided fool General, in fact the people who classify me as insane are the ones who truly deserve to be locked away in an Asylum. Your inability to understand what sits before you is what makes you so dumb. I am no mere man not by any chance I am the Executioner, I am the Angel of Death sent down by God himself to punish the wickedness of this world. The people you so blindly accuse me of murdering were all chosen not by God but by the choices they made, and the payment for those choices was death by my hand, so that they would go face their judgement at the hands of the true Judge, Jury, and condemner of this universe. You believe that dressing up in suits and nice clothing and disgusting perfumes gives you the power to condemn me? You honor less fools have no clue, you treat this world and life like a fucking commodity, murders going free and child rapists living on the streets of schools. An then you ask the question why bad things have to happen to the innocent, it is because of men and woman like you that these people exist and you condemn the ones who give the true justice that is needed. But don't take my word for it General for you soon will be facing your own judgment at the hands of God for your the next one to die, it has been foretold and it must be carried out."

With that Steel pulled his hands apart with a good force as the chain cuffs that bound him broke as if they were nothing more then paper links. The guards who had been scattered to contain the people in the court room were powerless to get to Steel as he pulled out the eight inch knife seemingly out of nowhere. Steel made no movement say for his hand as he swiped the air with the blade and then did nothing more. The entire room became horrified as the General throat had been cut without the blade ever touching his neck. The entire court room was in an frenzy as people were panicking, the MP's were smacked around by flailing people as Steel's expression never once changed from before. As the General took his last breaths Steel caught his eye's, his eye's were glowing a bright yellow before the General feel over and was dead before anyone could do anything.

Present day
Blackfield Asylum
9:05 A.M.

Steel was silent in his cell, the darkness within cloaked him as the window shades were drawn, in the center of the room his scarred and muscular body was showing as he was standing on his hands his legs straight up in the air. The black boots he wore were pressed together as he did not move, his eye's were closed but it was obvious that he was far from being asleep. His ears could hear everything and from the sounds of it, the time to get up was no here, the creaking of doors and the scream down the hall signified not only that patients were leaving their rooms but the new foolish orderly had made a stupid and grave mistake of his own. Which meant that soon his door would open cautiously for the orderlies knew better then blatantly disturb his meditation and training. An just like clock work there was a small but noticeable knock on the door, Steel opened his eye's looking at the door through the darkness.

"Come."

That was all he said before the door was opened and in walked one of the larger brutes of the orderlies, a man that was named quite simply Francis. It was against the rules for orderlies to reveal their true names given the dangerous situation this place presented and it protected their families. One of the only real rules that were followed around here in any case.

"It is breakfast time Mr.Steel and we are beginning our daily cleaning of the cells, if you are still meditating then I can give you another five minutes but you know how the boss is about his time frames so I hope we can come to an agreement."

Out of most of the orderlies Steel respected Francis, out of all the dicks who made their way through these halls this man even though he was big was also very nice which in this place was a good and a bad combination. But all in all he respected most of the people who stayed here which went a long way for surviving for longer periods of time in this hole in the desert.

"No need to worry Francis I started and hour earlier today sleep was not as becoming this night so I have already extended my meditation and training by an hour and five minutes."

Steel leaned his legs forward as he let them touch the ground and then with no even so much as a grunt he lifted his upper body up with relative ease as he stretched a little bit, there were a couple loud cracks but nothing more. Steel grabbed his shirt off the near by bolted down chair and put it on over his his upper chest as he walked up to Francis, on a good day Francis was 6,2 but Steel himself was 6,6 so he hovered over the man slightly putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Be sure to close the blinds when you are done Francis."

"No need to worry Mr. Steel everything will be ship shape and back in order by your return."

Steel nodded as he left his room and Francis to his work, walking down the hallway his boots clicked on the tiles as he observed the normal surroundings of the hallway. Usually preferring solitude Steel was perhaps one of the last to go to breakfast in the morning. A few steps from the door to the cafeteria a small girl bumped into Steel obviously pissy, looking down at her with chilling eye's he knew her to be Taeko, however he simply turned his head back up and walked around her and went to the serving center and walked up to the orderly whom he disliked for more then one good reason.

"Ah there is our resident Mr silver spoon stuck up his ass. So what will it be today a bandage for your ass hole and a glass of water?"

Steel glared at the orderly he was often like this, testing how much patience one man could have with his snide remarks and his attitude which Steel more often then not dismissed for a retarded man who had no clue what or who he was talking to. However Steel had grown tired of this mans disrespect of him and the insults in which he passed along morning after morning.

"Whats wrong the spoon so deep you can..."

Steel reached his arms across the serving counter and grabbed the stupid orderly by the throat and in swift motion dragged him over the counter with unreal strength and brought him to face level. The man was instantly horrified as he meant the cold icy gaze of Steel, hos body was instantly wracked by fear as he tried to kick but his legs were no where near strong enough to cause any real damage.

"If this were on the street then your death would be so quick that you would already be in front of god recieving your judgment that you would not realize you had died. But lucky for you in this place there are other things to think about then putting my hand down your throat and ripping your heart our and placing it on a flaming stake in the ground. So let this be an example of what will happen now and so you know later on if you persist on disrespecting me the possible consequences of what will happen."

Steel brought his arms sideways and slammed the orderly straight in one of the nearby tables, the wood creaked and cracked all at the same time as the orderlies body went through it hitting the floor and getting covered with bits and chunk of wood. Steel turned his back on the orderly who was now knocked out cold buried in wood and grabbed an orange from behind the serving counter and turned away. Walking to a table in one of the more secluded corner he began to peel the orange and payed not the slightest attention to anyone else.

Austin half listened to the going on him, but even then he didn't comprehend much. His hands shook as he brought the food to his mouth, slowly eating the food he was given. But at one point, he just couldn't handle it. He stoped moving for the most part, other then his body shaking in strain. He then began to whisper," why can't you just leave me be... Just leave me be... Leave me alone..." This was repeated, but when Damian was wanting of something, it happened. The change happened right as Mr. Steel slammed the orderly through the table. A fiercer expression came over his face, one of anger, and of sadistic nature. He rose from his slouched position and he looked around briefly before focusing on the body of the orderly. He said, his voice cool, no hint of the shyness of Austin," why didn't you kill him? It would have been entertaining." He rose, food now abandoned." The air temperature around him in a four foot radias dropped drastically. He then tisked," if only he was awake.. It would have made this more enjoyable." He crouched down beside the man, a cruel smile evident on his face. On the inside was a completely different thing happening. Austin pleaded desperately,'Damian please don't kill the man.. He didn't hurt you don't kill him...' Damian thought angrily,' oh shut up your worthless piece of shit. He formed and knife made completely out of ice in his hand, pressing it into the man's forearm, dragging it up his arm, the cut enough the draw blood. 'Damian stop...' This time in reply, instead of thinking it, he shouted it," I told you to shut up Austin!" He stabbed the ice knife deep into the mans thigh in his anger, rage billowing in his eyes.

Yuri jumped off her seat when all of a sudden the orderly who gave her the food was thrown on a table and knocked out cold by Mr. Steel, one man she truly feared. But then, the other psycho known as Austin or Damian, whichever suited him at the moment, stabbed the orderly with an ice knife. She hid behind Zury who watched at the blood with delight, licking her lips and hopping a bit would splash on her face so she could feed. "Watcha' scared off, girl? It's just another man bein' killed! Stop it!" Zury told her with a chuckle, but Yuri was still really scared.

Faustus looked at how the orderly was being killed, but he didn't seem to worry. But when he rose his sight again, he was infuriated. They just broke one of his tables! He had to use his own money to get the tables! Inmediatly, he walked over to Damian and held him by his throat, ignoring the fact one of his workers was bleeding to death. "You stupid maggot! That table...you broke that table! Well...it wasn't you...in fact...it was Mr. Steel...But you are breaking it even more, you fucktard!" he yelled at him angrily, knowing he was insulting the wrong person. He threw Damian back to the floor and walked to Mr. Steel, the scalpel on his right hand and the book on his other hand. "Now now...you stupid asshole...since you broke my table I'll have to cut your break in the backyard to nothing for the next two weeks, so you won't be going out! You piece of asshole, you think you can break my things because you are sick bastard!?" Faustus then moved his scalpel neck and shook his head. "I used to have a jaw like that...but it was useless..." he said and then started to walk away. "Oh...and take that man to the nurse...I won't get my hands dirty with that faggot."

"Hm. I'm not the only one all the way back here then... Makes sense that I've never noticed... I don't tend to listen much...."

Azure had just begun to settle when another presence wandered about in the darkness with him. Unlike the others though, this one seemed to be of complete confidence in the truth of darkness. As he neared it, or rather she, seemed to be moist. As if she had been submerged in water at this point. As he neared Azure ceased his tune.

"You don't seem like the loud type..."

Something between alarm and intrigue guided Azure's reaction. How had she known, did she truly know? Some that he had encountered would think out loud in such a manner. Azure took a safer route and eliminated his presence, well aside from the smell of wet blood. As he neared more and more of the females form became evident. The thing that made his heart almost beat was the fact she too opted to wear a mask. Did she too know the truth? Is she also here? Could her reality be as real as his own?

"I think I like you already...

A strange thing for someone to say while looking upon a corpse. But once again the girl had not been alarmed, quite the opposite. Azure was but a arm's length away, her little neck....Crushing it. 'But what if...Should I? What if? Reality needs to be exposed for its falsehood, I am but one man.....I know my task...' Azure squeezed his hand using the fresh laceration to help clear his thoughts. He noticed too late however a drop of blood was falling to the floor.

Racing the droplet he made himself known placing his masked face before hers, both their darkened eyes in line. The echo of the blood follows ques his whisper.

"What do you desire? Speak quick or be dead."

"What makes you think I give a damn what you say Faustus?"

Steel was standing now the glare on his face was one of a man who had just been pressed over the edge, unbeknownst however this was only Steel agitated but even in this state of mind Steel was now one to be scared of. Steel walked over to the man who was on the ground and still really unconscious even with the knife sticking out of his leg. Steel bent down and placed his large hand around the mans neck and then squeezed picking him up with one arm. Lifting him to face level Steel brought his open hand across his face with a slap that would make anyone cringe, the man came too almost instantly as he gagged violently. Steel kept his grip as the man was shaking, the sound of liquid was now hitting the ground, it didn't take long before snickers could be heard as some of the other people in the room snickered at the man who just pissed himself. Steel walked right up to Faustus and looked him in the eye with a chilling glare.

"You might scare most of the people in this hell hole with your looks and your sick gestures, but its about time you realize that I have no fear of you or the things you can and will do. I have spent too much time in places worse then this, you think this place compares to a POW Camp? This place is a joke compared to that, and your a joke compared to the men Iv broken in half out of pure malice. You think replacing your mouth with a bear trap makes you scary? Its about time you see that its all a big joke to me, Iv died before and came back, iv seen a place worse then any other, and it showed me that no matter what I do I will one day grace that place, for being the giver of Death for God has its consequences. So go ahead and kill me if you think it will make you feel strong."

Steel looked at the man in his hand and then with malicious intent he slammed him as hard as he could through the table right next to Faustus and himself breaking it like the last but this time the man was speared by wood as the table broke. The man screamed as blood started to flow onto the floor, he would almost certainly die if he did not receive medical treatment immediately.

"You want him in the infirmary then take him yourself you sick bastard. An truth be told if anyone truly belongs here in this place then it is you because your no more sane then anyone else here."

With that Steel turned his attention from Faustus and walked past him towards the hall way back towards his room.

A few cranks escaped the bear-trap as nervous attack struck Dr. Faustus, his right eye twitching madly as he was about to lose all that was left of his sanity. He put the scalpel back inside his robe and took out a syringe with a tranquilizer, then injected himself to keep calm. "Two broken tables and one sick asshole who does whatever he wants...." Faustus thought angrily and wrath-filled, but still remained calm. He knew that if he went into yet another berserk rage he would murder everyone in the asylum...and he didn't want that to happen...again. So he just turned around to see the stupid "veteran" and just shook his head. "You know...I control this place...and I have the power to do whatever I want...I guess I'll have to make you take your shock therapy by force then. See you later, my friend. My intentions are not to make that disgusting mind think I'm a sick person...but rather to eventually erase any trace of your murderous existence..." Faustus wasn't planning any actual therapy for MOST patients, he would just kill them in matter of time. He just had to start little by litte and do it as quickly as possible. If they figured out he would actually kill them all like he did before, they would turn against him.

Faustus went to the broken tables and checked a box in his notebook that read "Lumberjack". Then he took the man by his neck and walked with him to the infirmary for him to get treated. "Come on! Cure this pussy already so he can go back to work," he told the doctors angrily and started to walk down the halls once again. He knew he would enact a vengeance against Steel...but he just had to plan it.

Sketchy slightly jumped at the sudden presence of a man wearing a blue mask directly infront of her. Black eyes of their masks perfectly across from one another.

"What do you desire? Speak quick or be dead."

Her head tilted slightly at his question, her black wet hair sticking to her mask a bit. She didn't really desire anything. Or did she? She couldn't quite tell. This one was different. He wasn't loud. He wasn't too hostile. He just seemed... Awake... Unlike everyone else she had known that seemed brainwashed by society. Everyone she had known seemed utterly blind to her... Fearing so many things... Maybe he was just as awake as she was... Seeing the things that people feared as something to be embraced instead of afraid of.

"Are you awake too...? Do you see as I do...?"

Sketchy's right hand shook a bit in anxiety. She hoped that he wasn't asleep or blind like everyone else. She was tired of being the only one who was awake. Maybe she did desire something... A friend maybe... She just didn't know...

A mutual curiosity, Azure head tilted in a similar fashion.

"I...I am here. They are not.....Are you here?"

The girl's hand seemed to have shook. Not in fear, did it desire the same truths? To make them aware? AWARE? LIes? IS She LYING?! Azure let a shudder escape once more before he clenched the wound in his hand to help him think.

"I am not lost in the dreams...Deception...The lie is no longer in my eyes...."

Azure struggles to maintain this 'conversation' lies are so hard to tell from words. 'Blood, blood is the truth. Make her bleed, you can tell from her blood.' Azure jerks away from the girl and grabs a shard of glass! But it was either luck or fate that he mishandled it, cutting deep into the already wounded hand. The clarity that comes with the pain allows him to question her once more.

"Do you desire to awaken others to the truth?

Azure intentionally drug the blood covered shard across the wall in a warning. Words must be careful or else actions will not be.

Sketchy jumped back when the masked man suddenly grabbed a piece of shattered glass, her clothes making slight sloshing noises from the water still contained in them. She held herself in a defensive position and kept her gaze on him. She noticed that he had mishandled it and the cut seemed to have calmed him momentarily.

"I am awake... I can see... I am not blind like they are..."

Sketchy watched as he drug the glass shard across the wall as a warning.

"Awaken them... Make them see... They NEED to see... They NEED to wake up...! But it is difficult... difficult indeed..."

She relaxed her defensive pose a bit.

"I have tried before... None have woke up... None could see... It is difficult..."

Sketchy watched the piece of glass in his hand, her anxiety rising a bit. She clenched her hands into fists and the leather on her gloves slightly pinched her skin and then she relaxed them again. She then began to think about how people feared pain, feared sharp things, she tilted her head while staring at the glass... Her defensive pose suddenly relaxed completely and she stood regularly again. Fear gone completely.

"What do you desire...?

Azure thought for a moment. His voice more a breath at this time, not even a whisper.

"My Desire?"

'Don't listen lies lies lies lies, But she claims. Lies. Truth in a lie? She knows its a lie! But what lies can she know if blind to truth? She is not blind, she longs to hide from the lies! She knows!' The masked mans thoughts move at a mile a minute while he struggled internally. She spoke in a way that made sense, though she spoke as if the world was dreaming, it was true enough that a dream is a lie!

Azure dropped the shard before moving his hands to cover his masked face, even in the darkness the desire to hide his confusion was overwhelming. That question why is an answer so hard, what is it that he desired? It wasn't something so grandiose as to awaken them all, was it? What is his desire, not his purpose. He knew what he needed to do, but what he wanted to do?

His breathing had grown ever louder, as if his racing thoughts had drug his body with them. Azure leaped grabbing the girls shoulders and pressing his masked forehead to her horned one.

"I desire nothing I need to make them UNDERSTAND!

As he answered he internally ended his debate. She had come to her own understanding of truth, many routes same ending. So long as she was aware of the lie she could awaken others to it! He had released her shoulders and exhaled slowly standing up straight for the first time in years. Made obvious by what could only be the sounds of his joints cracking and bones grinding. It had been a long time since Patient Azure felt the urge to do anything. But a quick conversation with someone else who is actually aware, and spark is born and the oil ignites once more.