NationStates Jolt Archive

The gun cocked...the woman screamed...the trigger squeezed...the shot rang out...

Charlie Ross jumped from his cot in a cold sweat, screaming. His heart raced as he exhaled and inhaled heavily, trying to focus, but he felt light headed. He brought his right hand to his head as a surge of pain and anxiety shot through him. Charlie looked around the plain room. It was white but dark at the same time. All of a sudden...the walls began to close in, slowly moving inwards. He leaped out of the cot and backed up against another wall which also began to move. The scared man hurried to the center of the room and spun his body around to see all the walls marching towards him. He pushed against one wall but to no avail.
"Help me!!" he exclaimed outward, but nothing.

"It's happening again" a voice said from the darkness.
"Quickly, sedate him before he hurts himself!" said an older man.
All of a sudden phantom hands reached out and grabbed Charlie, he tried to fight but the hands were too strong. They forced him to the ground and he felt a prick in the arm. The walls quickly began to retreat and the headache subsided. His heart beat calmed, his eyes closed.

A light flashed on the poor man's face. His eyes opened to see several people standing over him. People who were familiar but unknown.
"Perhaps we should move him," a woman in a white coat said to the older man.
"That would be the best course of action. This is the fourth time it's happened. We'll put him in the cells in the basement." The older man replied with an emotionless response.
"Are you sure? That might not be the best..."
"Just have him moved, Dr.Jensen" the old man walked out the room. Charlie was strapped to a gurny and he tried to free himself.
"Please calm down, Mr.Ross", Dr.Jensen said, her eyes looking into his.
"W-Where am I?" he asked in a paniced voice.
"You're in Archangel Asylum" she replied.

Alice Watson woke up in her white walled room and rolled into a ball as she lay in bed.

she had lost track of the time she had spent here and sometimes she couldn't even remember her own name.

Still she could do one thing apart from eat and sleep.

she had asked for a pull up bar and got it and did her usual 20 pull ups every morning before she did anything else. Even having this much space was a luxury considering that she had spent a year chained to a wall in a 5 foot square cell.

She got washed and dressed in vest and pair of track bottoms and waited for the clockwork like visit from one of the staff and while she waited she sat up in bed.

Jacob's peaceful slumber was rudly interupted by a shrill beeping. He opened his eyes and looked at his watch, it was time for rounds. He sighed, rolled out of the cot, and put his caot back on. He opened the door to the on-call room and groaned as the mid-day light stung his eyes. He rubbed it off, and picked up his first chart.

He walked to the room, and looked in. Alice Watson was a regular here and was ready to go. He opened the door and stepped in.

"Hello again" Alice replied in a soft subdued tone.

She then asked "could i have some paper and pencil? I'm starting to remember what that evil man did to me and its in my dreams"

OOC: Pardon the lenghty intro, I like to describe.

IC: “Lychman! In my office!” Erick Lychman (http://www.technomagi.com/who/erick.jpg) was in for it again. Yesterday, he underwent another case that got him on the front-page news again, and whether or not it was a good thing depended if the victim preferred to be praised by their friends or their boss. Erick went into the commissioner’s office and sat himself down in front of Commissioner Robert Lewis (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/ca/Batman_photos_oldman.jpg).
“Hey Rob. What’s up?”
“Oh not much Lychman… Just the fact that you really seemed to have done it again.” The commissioner put a newspaper (http://home.hiwaay.net/~brogers/Cayman-Car-Wrecks/images/cayman-car-wreckA.JPG) in front of Erick and showed him just what happened yesterday. After this, Erick could tell what Robert was talking about, ending his assignment with a literal bang. Erick was trying to catch three armed robbers from a Kroger’s who stole $750 in cash and $200 in canned food. He caught a ride from a nearby taxi driver and shot two of the thieves’ tires, driving into the metal fence.
Erick commented, “Yeah, that was pretty cool huh?”
Robert answered, “… Damn right it was Lychman. You got those three into our prison cells and they’re due for court in two weeks.” Erick was really surprised when the commissioner gave this answer. When he caused as much unnecessary damage as he did today, he always got a $500 decrease in monthly payment or a 1 month suspension. The difference though was that he actually got somewhere in the case, but even that got a scowling from the commissioner warning that he would be fired if he tried it again. “Anyway, you might know what day it is right?”
Erick answered, “Er… Thursday?”
Rob corrected, “No. As of today, it has been one year since you joined the force.”
Erick nodded in understanding, “I see… I’m not much of day counter."
Robert continued, “And in honor of the occasion, and from last night, I decided to spare your dignity by not getting you one of those cupcakes, but this.” He threw Erick a folder for another case. Erick looked into it and saw pictures of three teenagers, a male and a female Caucasian and a towering African-American. Erick could immediately tell what the case was when he saw the pictures and chuckled at what he saw.
Erick asked, “This is my anniversary present huh? An easy investigation?”
Robert nodded in conferment and added, “You might want to check the place Lychman…”
Erick looked at the folder and saw a location name that stood out to him: Archangel Asylum. According to the file, the teens were last seen goofing around the backyard of the building and weren’t seen since. Erick knew this place all to well, he heard rumors about crazy things going on in the building before but he never thought the police would get involved in something this weird.
He also knew the place as sort of his “reunion home”. Ever since Archangel Asylum was built back in 1930, every one of his family members was placed into that asylum. Just six years ago his mother came down with agoraphobia and his older sister gained advanced sleep phase syndrome the year after. The asylum became their home ever since. People in the city thought it was just a matter of time before Erick was next and could not even so much as get within three feet of any woman who noticed him.
Erick asked, “Hey uh… is there any other assignment I can take?”
Robert answered, “Well Lychman, there are six worried parents waiting for their kids back and all the other PI’s are on investigations elsewhere. Now you understand this: you take this case and you won’t have to pay for the damages you’ve made in the last case.” The commissioner slammed bill onto his desk and poked at it saying, “This is the damage you caused from the last case, possibly the most you've ever caused. If you don’t take this case, the city is going to think we care about finding murderers rather than we do saving lives, and I think I could reserve a spot for you in the janitor wing if you would prefer that over this.”
Erick was frightened by what the size of the bill would be in all those damages. Erick decided he had no choice if he wanted to keep a good salary, he would have to go to the asylum and maybe meet a few relatives.
He nodded in submission, “Okay Rob… You win. I’ll take the case.”
Robert answered, “That I like to hear. Well, Pete’s in his basement right now waiting for you to arrive at the asylum. He’ll keep you posted whenever there’s something important to tell you or you have something to say to him. I suggest you get going Lychman.”
Erick stood up and left saying, “I will. See you later Rob.” So this was Erick’s punishment for causing the damage, being sent to the asylum he never wanted to even set foot in…

Klaus shifted uncomfortably, as he awaited someone too enter his room, as too inquire of his employment as a security guard. The room was poorly lit, with strange paintings decorating the walls. Klasu felt a deep fear rise inside him, as he waited.

"Hello again" Alice replied in a soft subdued tone.

She then asked "could i have some paper and pencil? I'm starting to remember what that evil man did to me and its in my dreams"

"So, your making progress?" He said while handing her his clipboard, a blank sheet of paper, and a very dull wax pencil (for obvious reasons). "Do you think you coud remeber what he looks like, or mabey why he did it?" he asked, pulling a stool in for him to sit on.

"I don't know why he did it" Alice replied in her northern english accent and accepted the clip board and wax pencil.

"i just came here for a holiday" she added as she sketched the small cell that she had been kept in. it was bare apart from a mattress,a blanket, a toilet and a table with a jug of water and a cup on it.

she then drew the chains that hung from the walls. she cried as she did this vaguely remembering the many times he had forced himself on her and unable to get away from him because of the chains.

"You don't need to cry, it's over now, he's never going to hurt you again and you're never going to have to go back there." He offered her a tissue. "Is that where they kept you?" He asked of the picture, making a mental note to compare it to an actual photograph later.

Michael looked threw the door and saw Jacob talking to Alice. He wished that these place let them care around some lethal weapons. Last week one of the guards had been killed by a inmate. Michael looked toward his baton and taser. If Alice made any weird moments he would come in.

Alice accepted the tissue and nodded.

"he kept me there in chains and treated me like a sexual plaything" she managed to say between tears and sometimes there were other men as well.

I couldn't see them since he blindfolded me when they were around and I cried myself to sleep everynight"

She had rolled up into a ball again, this her usual reaction when she remembered fragments of her ordeal.

"Oh now Alice, its okay, just don't think about it." He said. He took her drawing, the pencil and the clipboard back and patted her on the shoulder.
"I'll let you rest now, I'll have them bring you in some breakfast." With that, he got up, moved the stool outside, and closed and locked the door. He glanced back at her and jotted a few notes on her chart, returning it to its holder on the wall. He turned around and saw Micheal.
"Hey, how's it going?" he asked.

Alice's tears continued as she lay curled up on the bed and the same suicidal feelings that she had while being chained up returned.

She also thought of her family back home and that eventually she would have to return home and face them.

Erick now stood in front of the asylum. It was always intimidating when he saw this place on the way home from work and today was definitely no exception. He heard his verizon chocolate ring and answered it. A voice on the other side asked, “Hey Erick. You at the asylum yet?”
It was Pete, Erick long time friend and the only person in the city who thought Erick wasn’t cursed as well as the reporter of necessary information for the police. Erick answered, “Hey Pete. I just reached the asylum.”
“Great. Well just to remind you, I sent my number to your instant dial memory. If you get anything important be sure to report it to me so I can get it to the police.”
“Will do Pete. I’ll keep you posted. See you soon.” He hung up and started walking into the asylum.

Current equipment:
Verizon Chocolate (http://www.convergedigest.com/images/articles/v13n145-chocolate.jpg)
Colt Anaconda (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/67/Colt_Anaconda_-_PE.jpg)- 24 rounds
Notebook and pen
File of three missing teens with pictures

Klaus shifted uncomfortably, as he awaited someone too enter his room, as too inquire of his employment as a security guard. The room was poorly lit, with strange paintings decorating the walls. Klasu felt a deep fear rise inside him, as he waited.

OOC: If your all going just going too ignore me....

OOC: Sorry.

"Oh! I gotta go Micheal, sorry." He rushed down the hall and stopped at a door. He flipped through his clip board and entered.
"Hello, Mr...Austrotten, I'm Dr. Napa. You're here about a position as a secuirity gaurd?"

OOC: Sorry.

"Oh! I gotta go Micheal, sorry." He rushed down the hall and stopped at a door. He flipped through his clip board and entered.
"Hello, Mr...Austrotten, I'm Dr. Napa. You're here about a position as a secuirity gaurd?"

"Yes sir!"

Klaus stood smartly, pushing his chest forward. He quickly relaxed, remmembering he was not in East Germany anymore.

"My resume Herr director!"

He handed him a portfolio, stuffed with his records.

"Most of it is in German- uhm...I hope that is not a problem. I could translate for them, if you wish, though it will take time."

Jacob shuffled through the papers, he had no idea what they said, he was a french major.
"No, no, I'm sure this is quite alright. Just a few questions. One, what was your last employment?"

Jacob shuffled through the papers, he had no idea what they said, he was a french major.
"No, no, I'm sure this is quite alright. Just a few questions. One, what was your last employment?"

Klaus coughed nervously. His mind had shot back too the anti/britsh fench propoganda he had grown up on, along with his hatred for NATO, and the west. He could tell the man was french, by his deluded, though still apparent accent.

"I was uh....Border guard, East German police, then I worked as a campus secuirty guard in Holland, and now, im here."

OOC: I meant franch major as in he majored in french in college.

"Okay, and when did you leave that job?" he asked.

OOC: I meant franch major as in he majored in french in college.

"Okay, and when did you leave that job?" he asked.

"I stopped being a border guard some time ago, around 1991."

Klaus coughed as he remmembered the years of corruption and turmoil.

"But I recently quit being a campus guard, about 3 months ago. As you can tell, I am in dire need for work. I have later aspirations too retire early, and perhaps move too Canada. Can I get an exact figure on yearly income and benefits, for me?"

"Yeah, just let me see... I'm gonna say around $30 (thousand) a year, with the normal benefiets; dental, healthcare, pension, ext. But otherwise, I'm gonna say your just as good as hired. Today will be your 'orientation,' you can check the place out, ask any other garuds questions, whatever. I'm going to submit these forms and you can show up for work at 6:30 am tommorow. I hope to see you around." Jacob stood and offered his hand.

Meanwhile, security-guard Steven Siegel had just begun his morning shift at the Asylum entrance.
He still hadn't become used to the place, after all his past experiences
this place seemed a little to quiet...
As he turned, he caught sight of a man walking towards the entrance. He had been talking in a Verizon Chocolate, and was now on his way in to the Asylum. Steven quickly started to notice small details, a habit from his FBI training. The main things he noticed were: "this guy is evidently carring a gun, and he's nervous. Also, he's wearing gymnastic shoes, hasn't shaved recently and doesn't carry a marriage ring. If he was an assassin sent to "take care" of me, he would have chosen a better disguise... he's probably just an ordinary guy..."
To the man: "What can I do for you, sir?"

Meanwhile, security-guard Steven Siegel had just begun his morning shift at the Asylum entrance.
He still hadn't become used to the place, after all his past experiences
this place seemed a little to quiet...
As he turned, he caught sight of a man walking towards the entrance. He had been talking in a Verizon Chocolate, and was now on his way in to the Asylum. Steven quickly started to notice small details, a habit from his FBI training. The main things he noticed were: "this guy is evidently carring a gun, and he's nervous. Also, he's wearing gymnastic shoes, hasn't shaved recently and doesn't carry a marriage ring. If he was an assassin sent to "take care" of me, he would have chosen a better disguise... he's probably just an ordinary guy..."
To the man: "What can I do for you, sir?"

"Ah, hello sir." Erick got out his badge, "NYPD, Private Investigator." He put away his badge and got out the three pictures of the teens he was sent to find. He asked, "You haven't seen these kids around here have you?"

Teen 1 (http://www.bordermail.com.au/news/image/360447.jpg)
Teen 2 (http://johansonfamily.com/album/Les%20and%20Cyndi%20Moyes/Cyndi%20teenager.JPG)
Teen 3 (http://i.today.reuters.co.uk/misc/genImage.aspx?uri=2006-09-10T122959Z_01_L0939305_RTRUKOP_2_PICTURE0.jpg&resize=w160)

Klaus finished his egg mcmuffin, a personal favorite of his, when he noticed the two men talking, he began too stride quickly, as he moved oast them. He eyed the officer. Instantly, he could tell, he was not oart of the GRF, the organization meant too bring east german "cold war era" too justice.

He made his way too the armory, where he changed into his uniform. He got his baton, mace, and taser. He looked around for firearms, but found none. Sighing, he proceeded too the directors office, too inquire.

"Ah, hello sir." Erick got out his badge, "NYPD, Private Investigator." He put away his badge and got out the three pictures of the teens he was sent to find. He asked, "You haven't seen these kids around here have you?"


"No sir." replied Steven. "I haven't been here for a long time though, maybe if you go in and ask some of the other guards, they could be of more assistance... May I ask what it's about? Are they missing, or are they suspected of something...?"

Dr. Summers were standing in front of his blank metal door. He were hammering at the door screaming. He had seen the murder again. He had been widly aprisiated at the asylium before his incident, and that was the reacon he got a better treatment from the other doctors at the asylium. Among the other pasients however he was treated as one of them. He was druged and partly asleep but he keept on hammering the door. He would not stop until one of the docters came and calmed him down.

"No sir." replied Steven. "I haven't been here for a long time though, maybe if you go in and ask some of the other guards, they could be of more assistance... May I ask what it's about? Are they missing, or are they suspected of something...?"

"Just missing really. According to an eye witness, they were last seen goofing around here. And after they went out to the back of the building, they apparently dissapeared without a trace."

Dr. Summers were standing in front of his blank metal door. He were hammering at the door screaming. He had seen the murder again. He had been widly aprisiated at the asylium before his incident, and that was the reacon he got a better treatment from the other doctors at the asylium. Among the other pasients however he was treated as one of them. He was druged and partly asleep but he keept on hammering the door. He would not stop until one of the docters came and calmed him down.

Jacob heard the hammering on his way back from the interview and ran up to the room. Pressing the priority button on the wall (calling several nurses) he called through to the man, "Mr. Summers, please step away from the door so we can come in." As he said this two nurses ran up and started preparing a needle.

"No no" Dr. summers were screaming hysterical now. He fell down to the floor starting to rip of his hair. "No No it wasn't my fault" he repeated over and over again. His entire body were shaking. Tears rolled out of his eyes. "No No it wasn't my fault". He looked up at Jacob and was suddenly near to normal: "You believe me don't you"? he asked. Still suffering from uncontrolled shaking. His dark hair fell down in his eyes and he started to shaking again even more uncontrolled then before.

"No no" Dr. summers were screaming hysterical now. He fell down to the floor starting to rip of his hair. "No No it wasn't my fault" he repeated over and over again. His entire body were shaking. Tears rolled out of his eyes. "No No it wasn't my fault". He looked up at Jacob and was suddenly near to normal: "You believe me don't you"? he asked. Still suffering from uncontrolled shaking. His dark hair fell down in his eyes and he started to shaking again even more uncontrolled then before.

Jacob burst through the door. Grabbing him, he wrestled him onto his bed, adding in that he did believe him, trying to calm him down. A nurse came and helped him, while the other entered the room with a syringe and anthestetic.

His shaking had stopped now. His hysterical crying and screaming died away. Now he was happy. So happy. Everyone should have gotten drugs. Drugs what a fun word. Druuuugs, drgs, drrrrruggggs. He was playing with the word. He was calm and quiet. He enjoyed himself. The memories of what had happened that night had disappeared. Or he just didnt care anymore. His best friends murder. His Wife's tragic death was not important any more. He care more fore those yellow lights flying in front of his eyes. It looked like butterflies. Ne they were to small, he tried to take his had up to reach them. But he couldn't. Why couldn't he move his arm? A it didn't matter. He was happy. So happy. He felt so weary happy. He felt like a bird. No like a turtle. No like a bird. Anyway he was smiling. He was thinking of a song he remembered his mother had been singing when he was little. He tried to sing along, but he couldn't open his mouth. He tried to grasp for air, but he couldn't. He didn't care. He was suffocated. But it didn't matter he was so happy. Once again he tried to breath freely. But he couldn't. His lungs were not working. He tried again. No it didn't work. But it did not matter he was happy.

OCC: Jacob I think you may have given me to much medication. (Bad doctor ;))

Klaus heared the struggle. He drew his baton, and ran down the hall. Hearing the obviously inebriated man, he yelled. "Do you need any help?" He held his baton high, ready too strike the man.

"Just missing really. According to an eye witness, they were last seen goofing around here. And after they went out to the back of the building, they apparently dissapeared without a trace."

"Aha, I see." said Steven. "I assume that the police have conducted a thorough search of the perimiter, am I right?" - "And nothing showed up, that's why they sent you... I can escort you out back, and answer any questions that you have..." and saying this he proceeded to lead the detective to the back of the building.

"Aha, I see." said Steven. "I assume that the police have conducted a thorough search of the perimiter, am I right?" - "And nothing showed up, that's why they sent you... I can escort you out back, and answer any questions that you have..." and saying this he proceeded to lead the detective to the back of the building.

Erick followed the gaurd to the back of the building. He looked around and could not see anything that strange. Behind him was a metal fence gaurding a collection of trees the city planted for scenery and in front of him was the building with just one door. The door made it a possibility that the teens went inside for some reason. He checked the doorknob, and what luck! There were finger prints on it, obviously from the grime on the fence when they climbed over them to get in. Though they were too worn out to identify now, he was pretty sure this was what happened to the teens. But how could a couple of teens get inside this building? Either this door wasn't a priority to the asylum, or they were lacking in secruity. He turned to the gaurd and asked, "Hey, does this door require any key?"

But how could a couple of teens get inside this building? Either this door wasn't a priority to the asylum, or they were lacking in secruity. He turned to the gaurd and asked, "Hey, does this door require any key?"

"As a matter of fact, it does." answered security-guard Steven Siegel. "I was told that it's an old deposit-room... only Archangel staff or employees have unlimited acces to the asylum..." he continued, while closely inspecting the prints. "But even if they found the door locked, I don't think that they would have given up that easily." he said, glancing upwards. And sure enough, there on the windowsill above, were three distinct smudges that matched the grime and fingerprints. What cought his attention, was the strange shape. Usually, long smudged finger-prints have a narrow tip and a wider one. The narrow one is were the finger first touched, and after that the finger print grows wider as the pressure of the finger increases, to where it stops. In this case, the narrow tip lay UNDER the wide one, as if it originated from someone standing at the window instead of someone trying to get a grasp from below. He didn't comment one this though, but asked the detective: "What do you think about those prints?"

Erick noticed the prints and how different they were. He was rather confused by the sight and it would seem that someone was coming in from the window. But what would seem suspicious is WHY They would do that. Maybe they came in from the room where the window was. He asked the gaurd, "Those prints look rather strange alright... it seems the teens must have got in from the room where this window is. Does this window lead into the deposit room or some other place?"

Erick noticed the prints and how different they were. He was rather confused by the sight and it would seem that someone was coming in from the window. But what would seem suspicious is WHY They would do that. Maybe they came in from the room where the window was. He asked the gaurd, "Those prints look rather strange alright... it seems the teens must have got in from the room where this window is. Does this window lead into the deposit room or some other place?"

"Well, thats what one might think, but the prints on the windowsill look like they came from somebody who was inside the room, standing at the window, and NOT from someone who was trying to get a grip from down here... that's what's strange." said Steven. "It's all quite weird anyway... the window belongs to a room were the cleaners keep their cleaning equipment, and it's usually closed, as are all other windows... maybe if we have a look at the room we might find something interesting..." And with that, the two men proceeded to walk toward the Asylum main entrance.

Erick followed the gaurd to the cleaning room and could tell that someone had been in here all right and it wasn't just the janitors. Erick went over to the window and checked the underside of the rail. They were there and just as the gaurd had described it. "Okay... Looks like these teens were trying to get into the back yard from here then. Amazing how they got in, especially after closing hours." Erick couldn't tell what purpose the teens could have trying to get into the backyard... unless... "Hey, are there any gaurds around here that have a night shift?"

Alice's breakfast arrived later on and she ate in silence as she sat on the bed.

the door had been locked again after the orderly had left and Alice was alone with her thoughts and fears.

Erick followed the gaurd to the cleaning room and could tell that someone had been in here all right and it wasn't just the janitors. Erick went over to the window and checked the underside of the rail. They were there and just as the gaurd had described it. "Okay... Looks like these teens were trying to get into the back yard from here then. Amazing how they got in, especially after closing hours." Erick couldn't tell what purpose the teens could have trying to get into the backyard... unless... "Hey, are there any gaurds around here that have a night shift?"

Steven was also amased, "how did the teens get in here anyway" he thought for himself, was it really the teens or was it somebody else... "Yes, there are two guards on night-shift." he said. "Unfortunately they can't be contacted at the moment, since they are sick or something... didn't show up at work..." he stopped in the middle of the sentence. Both men looked at each other. "Maybe," he said slowly, "it would be a good idea to ask the patients if they have seen, heard or experienced something weird lately... more weird than their usual experiences... and after that, I can try to contact the guards, wich I have a certain gut-feeling will be missing...". The two men looked around the room uneasily.

Erick left the room and wrote everything that had happened so far. So far, according to the facts he compilied, the teens got into the building, got into the cleaners room, got out the window, and supposedly escaped into the storage room or some other place. But what was strange was just how these teens were able to get through the building so easily. Was security at Archangel Asylum really that lacking? Or was something else abroad? Either way he would have to find the teens and get them home safe as soon as possible. After a while of searching, both men found a doctor followed by a couple of gaurds and nurses. Erick got out his badge and asked the doctor, "Hello sir, NYPD private investigator. If you wouldn't mind, could we talk to some of the patients for a bit?"

OOC: This means you Deserted Territories.

His shaking had stopped now. His hysterical crying and screaming died away. Now he was happy. So happy. Everyone should have gotten drugs. Drugs what a fun word. Druuuugs, drgs, drrrrruggggs. He was playing with the word. He was calm and quiet. He enjoyed himself. The memories of what had happened that night had disappeared. Or he just didnt care anymore. His best friends murder. His Wife's tragic death was not important any more. He care more fore those yellow lights flying in front of his eyes. It looked like butterflies. Ne they were to small, he tried to take his had up to reach them. But he couldn't. Why couldn't he move his arm? A it didn't matter. He was happy. So happy. He felt so weary happy. He felt like a bird. No like a turtle. No like a bird. Anyway he was smiling. He was thinking of a song he remembered his mother had been singing when he was little. He tried to sing along, but he couldn't open his mouth. He tried to grasp for air, but he couldn't. He didn't care. He was suffocated. But it didn't matter he was so happy. Once again he tried to breath freely. But he couldn't. His lungs were not working. He tried again. No it didn't work. But it did not matter he was happy.

OCC: Jacob I think you may have given me to much medication. (Bad doctor ;))

No we're fine Jacob yelled back out the door. Looking back at the loling man, something seemed wrong. He looked at him closly, he didn't seem to be breathing.

He turned to the Nurse "How much did you give him?" he asked.
"Just,...um" she said looking at the label on the used syringe, "Oh my." she finished.

"Damit." Jacob cursed. The nurse handed him a manual respirator as the other ran to get a mechanical one. He put the mouthpice to the mans mouth and started pumping much needed air into his lungs.

Erick left the room and wrote everything that had happened so far. So far, according to the facts he compilied, the teens got into the building, got into the cleaners room, got out the window, and supposedly escaped into the storage room or some other place. But what was strange was just how these teens were able to get through the building so easily. Was security at Archangel Asylum really that lacking? Or was something else abroad? Either way he would have to find the teens and get them home safe as soon as possible. After a while of searching, both men found a doctor followed by a couple of gaurds and nurses. Erick got out his badge and asked the doctor, "Hello sir, NYPD private investigator. If you wouldn't mind, could we talk to some of the patients for a bit?"

OOC: This means you Deserted Territories.

"Yes, you may" he said inbetween pumps. He handed the respirator to a nurse, "take over will you?"

"Follow me sir, which patients would you like to talk to in particular."

OOC: sorry for my long abscence.

"I'd like to see any patients who are in this corridor... Minus him though." Erick responded while gesturing to the man being treated in the room Jacob came out of. From what Erick could guess, it could be possible that the teens got into the building from the western side of the building if not through the front door. This corridor would likely be the one that they would have ran through, but for what purpose, it was undeterminable.

Steven listened patiently...

OOC: Let's hurry up guys, it's still day one...

OOC: Anybody there?

ooc: i'm still here but there only so much i can do in a cell..

OOC: Sorry. School demands my presence a lot.

IC: Erick asked nearly everybody in the cells. So far, there was no sign of progress. Some patients had claimed that they saw people walking, but mistaked the doctors for the teens Erick was looking for. He did get to see some of his family though. His sister was asleep due to her advanced sleep phase syndrome and his father trying to eat his pillow thanks to his Pica (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pica_%28disorder%29). Finally, Erick came to one cell with a very pretty young girl. She didn't look too much younger than him, but he didn't let any rude thoughts enter his mind. He reminded himself that she was a patient. She was obviously here for an important reason and it would be in-humane to try making advances on her. He sat down in front of her and greeted, "Hello ma'm, I'm a private investigator from the NYPD. Would you mind me asking a few questions?".......

OOC: This is you Hok-Tu.

Alice sized up the man talking to her as she sat on her bed.

"Sure. I've got nothing else to do" she replied in her Northern English accent.

Erick went on to ask, "So ma'm, have you seen anyone, who does not work at this Asylum, walk past your room within the last 3 days?"...

Alice shook her head and replies softly "I'm sorry but I haven't".

She stretched out an arm to pick up the shatter proof plastic cup she had to drink from.

the coffee wasn't quite cold yet but there was still the scars on her wrists from where she had been chained up in the dungeon.

Erick noticed the scars on her wrists. It was undeniable that she was her for medical attention, and was probably here because of a very traumatic event. Erick knew that this was one subject he would have to avoid asking the girl for the sake of her well being. Erick tried asking, "I see. You wouldn't have by any chance heard any strange noises would you?"

Again Alice shook her head saying "I don't hear very much but sometimes you can hear some of the more vocal patients here even although the walls are thick. i heard someone not so long ago"

She drained her coffee, put the cup back on the table and pulled her knees up to her chest.

Erick thought that this could possibly be a connection to the teens or just someone next to her cell wailing random words. He asked her, "Really? What did you hear and when did you hear it exactly?"

Alice shrugged her shoulders and replied "It was last night and it sounded like a man who was struggling and shouting. I couldn't see anything but it sounded like it was down the corridor from me"

Struggling? This seemed rather odd. Were the teens actually forced here? Who knew? This girl didn't seem to know much else about the teens and decided he would have to find the teens very soon. Otherwise, who knew what could happen to them? Erick reluctantly left saying, "Thank you for your cooperation ma'm. I'll be sure to use what information you were able to share... You... don't mind if I could have your name would you? Just for the sake of listing sources."....

"Alice Watson" she replied softly, the way she always spoke now since her confinement.

Erick left the room saying, "Thank you for your time Ms. Watson." Erick got out his notebook and wrote a list of possible reasons for the teens coming to Archangel Asylum and wrote Alice's name on another sheet. It seemed that everyone in the corridor had been asked the question of teens. Out of them all, Alice seemed to be the only who could give a real answer about the teens. Erick turned to the gaurd who followed him and said, "I think we've got the best we can out of everyone here. Maybe we should try checking out that storage room?"

Reasons for Teens Coming Here:
Fooling around building
Child Abduction?

Alice heard her door being locked again and she looked at the book that had been left for her.

It was a trashy paperback but it would keep her occupied for a while since it was rather thick.

She lay back on the bed as she read trying to pass some time.

"The storage room is on the ground floor, this way." jacob said, leading Erik down a staircase.

Erick and Steve followed Jacob into the storage room from out back. They were finally able to get into the storage room (http://www.sigsound.com/images/PartsRoom.jpg). The room was quite a large area, but left very little space to hide. Erick, Steve and Jacob looked everywhere but found nothing. It was all a real mystery now. Where could those teens have gone? Looking around further, Erick saw another door that said it led down to a basement. There was no possible way for the teens to escape from here and this door couldn't possibly be that ungaurded, unless the teens really were abducted... Erick turned to Jacob and asked, "Hey do you think I could take we could take a look down here?" gesturing to the door.

Erick and Steve followed Jacob into the storage room from out back. They were finally able to get into the storage room (http://www.sigsound.com/images/PartsRoom.jpg). The room was quite a large area, but left very little space to hide. Erick, Steve and Jacob looked everywhere but found nothing. It was all a real mystery now. Where could those teens have gone? Looking around further, Erick saw another door that said it led down to a basement. There was no possible way for the teens to escape from here and this door couldn't possibly be that ungaurded, unless the teens really were abducted... Erick turned to Jacob and asked, "Hey do you think I could take we could take a look down here?" gesturing to the door.


"Yeah, that might be a good idea..." Steven said. "In the meanwhile, I'll return to that girl, what was her name... Alice I think... I got a sudden feeling we didn't question her enough. We'll meet in the Cafeteria later on, Erick. We can discuss our findings there." He left the two men and returned to the cell of Alice Watson. After knocking, he unlocked the door and stepped in. He found her lying on her back, reading a paperback. "Hello there." he said, thinking that maybe he shouldn't start questioning her right away, but start off with something more friendly. "What are you reading?"

Alice looked up and replied "some trashy wild west novel but I don't have much choice at moment since I can't access the library".

Raising an eyebrow she added "how may I help you?"

Alice looked up and replied "some trashy wild west novel but I don't have much choice at moment since I can't access the library".

Raising an eyebrow she added "how may I help you?"

"Yes, well... I was thinking about what you said about yesterday... could you describe exactly the sounds...?" Steven said. "Do you remember what time it was, when you heard them?"

Alice folding a corner of a page over to mark her place and replied "Its hard to tell the time without a clock or a watch but I'm pretty sure it was sometime in the middle of the night. It woke me up.

He was shouting something I couldn't make out but he definately didn't sound happy"

"Could you recognize who was shouting?" Steve asked. "Did you hear any other noises?"

Alice shook her head and replied "I just heard shouting and struggling. I couldn't hear any details as such. Just the noise he was making"

Alice shook her head and replied "I just heard shouting and struggling. I couldn't hear any details as such. Just the noise he was making"

"You heard shouting and struggling... and the noise he made. So you didn't hear any other voices... interesting..." Steven said. "Well, thank you for your cooperation... Do you have any favorite author? Maybe I could get a book from the library for you..." he continued. "Strange," he thought. This young woman has been locked up in some psycho's basement, and to recover from that, they put her in another isolation room. Sometimes I really don't understand these doctors..."

Alice managed a little smile and said "Harry Turtledove, if theres any of his books in the library. I haven't got to look yet"

"All right." Steven said. "I'll see what I can do." He proceeded to pass by the cafe, on his way to the library... maybe Erick was wating for him...

OOC: How's it going for the rest of you guys?

OOC: I've been waiting to respond, but I was waiting for Deserted Territories to answer... That and the forums seemed to have acted strangely (I've had trouble accessing them).

IC: Erick walked down the basement and tried to find the teens. The basement looked like no one had gone down into the place in several years. Erick looked around for several minutes until Erick came to a room that contained a sight he had never seen before in his entire career, a giant pentagram on a wall drawn in what looked like blood. He could only stare and mutter, "Holy..."

Steven didn't find Erick in the Café, so he went to the library...

OOC: Ew, that sounds gruesome... see you in the café...

OOC: I could see you at the cafe Asfaltum, but does anybody think that I should keep saying that Deserted Territories is following me? Deserted Territories just doesn't seem to be around that much, and I don't think that I will be able to continue the search for very long if I do need him around...

OOC: I could see you at the cafe Asfaltum, but does anybody think that I should keep saying that Deserted Territories is following me? Deserted Territories just doesn't seem to be around that much, and I don't think that I will be able to continue the search for very long if I do need him around...

OOC: I agree...

OOC: Screw it, I'm just gonna say Deserted Territories's character didn't follow me.

IC: Erick got out his Verizon Chocolate and took a picture of the pentagram on the wall. He stepped into the room and didn't find much else other than two other pentagrams, one on the opposite wall and on the floor, except they were drawn in chalk rather than in blood. Erick looked around and saw another disturbing sight: A head on top of the wall with a hook through its brain. But upon further inspection, Erick noticed the head. He took out a picture (http://www.bordermail.com.au/news/image/360447.jpg) of one of the teens and recognized it was the same kid. Erick stood in awe and commented to himself, "Aw man... poor kid..." and took a picture of it on his Verizon Chocolate. Erick was about to leave until heard something that nearly soiled his pants.

The head yelled out, "And you best watch out Erick! Or you may soon face the same fate.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" and flung itself in Erick's direciton.

"Holy !&@# !" Erick couldn't help but swear this time and rolled out of the way of the head. After a while, the head flung itself back in Erick's direction and was terrorizing Erick with each swing it gave. After a while though, the head latched itself onto Erick's face with its teeth. Erick struggled with all his might and kept the head from casuing any serious bleeding. Erick yanked the head off and kept himself on the ground. Erick got out his gun and blew a hole through the head. The head stopped swinging around and hung in its place lifeless.

Erick would have liked to stay and figure out what happened, but no normal man could see such a sight and stay in one place. Erick ran out of the room and up the stairs faster than a jack-rabbit. Erick grabbed the door handle and attempted to get out of the basement. He couldn't do it though, because the door was locked. "Oh...... Crap!" Was all Erick would let himself say. Erick started banging on the door hoping someone would hear him. He started yelling, "HEEEEELLP!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLP!!! Anybody out there? Doc? Steve? Anybody? HELLOOOOOOOO!!!"....

OOC: I don't want this thread to die...

OOC: Sorry.

Jacob was half-way down the hall, having let the inspector go down to the basement alone when he heard a gunshot a screaming. Several nurses at the reception desk were startled and looked down the hall towoards the storeroom. Jacob ran back to it and herd Erik screaming for help, the door having locked behind him.

He pulled the door open and caught the still screaming Erik as he burst through.

OOC: Sorry.

Jacob was half-way down the hall, having let the inspector go down to the basement alone when he heard a gunshot a screaming. Several nurses at the reception desk were startled and looked down the hall towoards the storeroom. Jacob ran back to it and herd Erik screaming for help, the door having locked behind him.

He pulled the door open and caught the still screaming Erik as he burst through.

OOC: I forgive you.

IC: Erick jumped out of the doorway and fell down on the floor catching his breath. Erick asked still with fear in his voice, "Shit Doc... Do you... Usually lock people... down there?" ....

OOC: Moving on...

IC: Erick was greatly relieved to be out of the basement. He checked the time and found out it was lunch time. He remembered Steve would be at the cafe so he decided to go there and meet with him. On the way, he stopped at a store to buy a box to take the head back to the police HQ. Erick headed into the cafe still a bit a pale but getting over his fear. He saw Steve and greeted, "Hey Steve. How did things go with Alice?"...

New item:
1 box

OOC: Moving on...
IC: Erick was greatly relieved to be out of the basement. He checked the time and found out it was lunch time. He remembered Steve would be at the cafe so he decided to go there and meet with him. On the way, he stopped at a store to buy a box to take the head back to the police HQ. Erick headed into the cafe still a bit a pale but getting over his fear. He saw Steve and greeted, "Hey Steve. How did things go with Alice?"...

Steve had heard the scream for help, and had just finished talking to a nurse, asking her what was the problem. "Oh, I don't know." she had said. "He just rushed out of the basement screaming... must have locked himself in or something..."
"And you don't know what caused this?!" Steven asked. "No," replied the nurse, "we went down to take a look, and everything seemed normal... rather dusty if you ask me, but otherwise quite normal..."
"How strange." Steve thought, as he moved on. Then he caught sight of Erick, looking rather pale.
"Oh it went well, I guess, didn't find out anything new though... I was just bringing her a book, "the Grapple" it's called... so, how did things go... I heard you scream or somethin, everything allright?

Steve had heard the scream for help, and had just finished talking to a nurse, asking her what was the problem. "Oh, I don't know." she had said. "He just rushed out of the basement screaming... must have locked himself in or something..."
"And you don't know what caused this?!" Steven asked. "No," replied the nurse, "we went down to take a look, and everything seemed normal... rather dusty if you ask me, but otherwise quite normal..."
"How strange." Steve thought, as he moved on. Then he caught sight of Erick, looking rather pale.
"Oh it went well, I guess, didn't find out anything new though... I was just bringing her a book, "the Grapple" it's called... so, how did things go... I heard you scream or somethin, everything allright?

Erick regained his composure and started by saying, "Well Steve, the good news is that I've found out what might have happened to the teens, but that's also really the bad news as well." Erick got out his Verizon Chocolate and showed Steve the pictures of the bloody pentagram and the dis-embodied head. "As for my screaming.... Man.. this is crazy to think Steve but... It came alive and started whirling around trying to bite me. It did bite me but not too bad. But before it did.... Oh man... It's unbelievable, it just opened its eyes and went, "And you best watch out Erick, or you could soon sufer the same fate."

"After that... well that's when the whirling started. It stopped moving around once I shot it in the head and well what else would you expect a normal person to do but run away. But after that, the door was locked and I couldn't get out. At least until I finally could that is."...

Steve looked at the pictures. "Something is really weird here." he said. "I just talked to the nurse, and she said that they had been down there after you left, and found nothing." "Let's go take a look." and with that he walked off.
"I just want to pass by a patient cell on the way," he said. "I got a book for someone."
"This is unbelievable!" he kept thinking over and over again, looking at the pictures in his mind. "Either this fellow isn't who he claims to be and is trying to make some kind of prank, or, this is a nightmare and I'll wake up in the morning. This can't be happening. Things like that don't just disappear... maybe the nurse lied to me... but why would she do that?"

OOC: Do you agree about the room being empty, or should we continue on the lying nurse line?

Steve looked at the pictures. "Something is really weird here." he said. "I just talked to the nurse, and she said that they had been down there after you left, and found nothing." "Let's go take a look." and with that he walked off.
"I just want to pass by a patient cell on the way," he said. "I got a book for someone."
"This is unbelievable!" he kept thinking over and over again, looking at the pictures in his mind. "Either this fellow isn't who he claims to be and is trying to make some kind of prank, or, this is a nightmare and I'll wake up in the morning. This can't be happening. Things like that don't just disappear... maybe the nurse lied to me... but why would she do that?"

OOC: Do you agree about the room being empty, or should we continue on the lying nurse line?

OOC: I would like to continue on the lying nurse line, all though it could be that there was one room they didn't check for an excuse as well.

IC: Erick could not tell what was happening. Why would the nurse tell someone that nothing was in the room he had been in? Either way, he had to keep himself from going insane over the idea. He hoped it was possible that since the head was down there it would mean he was closer to the killer and be able to prevent anymore deaths....

OOC: Come on! This thread is really dying guys.

OOC: I would like to continue on the lying nurse line, all though it could be that there was one room they didn't check for an excuse as well.

IC: Erick could not tell what was happening. Why would the nurse tell someone that nothing was in the room he had been in? Either way, he had to keep himself from going insane over the idea. He hoped it was possible that since the head was down there it would mean he was closer to the killer and be able to prevent anymore deaths....

OOC: Come on! This thread is really dying guys.

OOC: Yep, you're right about the dying thread...

IC: Steven stopped by Alice's cell on the way to the basement. Unlocking the door, he thought: "Why not test her reflexes?"
He said: "Hey alice, I got you a book, catch!" and with that he threw the book in her direction, aiming it to land on the bed, beside her.

Alice heard the voice and seen the book from the corner of her eye.

Neverless she caught it one handed and looked at the title realising it was the latest in the series.

* a brief glimpse of a smile *

"thank you" you replied feeling a little happier with life.

"Wow! what reflexes..." Steve thought as they continued towards the basement. "Almost as good as mine... and I'm an FBI-agent... there's more to that girl than her looks... which aren't that bad either..." he unwillingly said aloud.

OOC: C'mon brazilam, say something.

BUMP

How about you Hok-Tu? you also ditched this thread?

ooc : I'm still here but there not much i can do in a padded cell :)

Alice made herself comfortable and started on the book she was given. she was feeling a lot happier today than most days and she couldn't put her finger on the reason why..

OOC: Right... let's get this rolling!

IC: It was midnight. The police and coroner had been there during the day, and taken care of the "head". The room was now cordoned off, forensic detectives had gone through the place looking for clews (and the body to which the head belonged)...
So far, no body had been found.
Steve woke up. He looked at his alarm-clock... it showed midnight. He was one of the few "back-up" officers that were living on the Asylum premises. Steven felt thirsty and went to get a bottle. He found one in the dark of the kitchen, but then he realized how stupid it was to drink from an unknown bottle in the dark, so he turned the light switch. It didn't work. He looked out the window at the Asylum. Not even one light was on, it was completely dark. This just didn't seem right. "A fuse must have gone..." he thought sleepily. After having identified the bottle in the moonlight and having stilled his thirst, he quickly dressed into his usual workclothes and went out of the small personel building, towards the Asylum. Not being familiar with the premises, he didn't know where he could find the fuse, if that was the problem. "I'll just go into the main building and locate the other two guards on duty... they should know what's going on." he thought.

OOC: what are you other guys/girls doing in the mean time? :-P

Bump

Alice was having a troubled sleep as she remembered in her dreams what her tormentor had done to her.

She woke up as usual in a cold sweat, in a panic and crying. The clock on her wall gave her some sense of time as she curled up into a ball in her bed.

Late that night...

Erick and Pete were investigating the head that Erick had found that day. Erick asked Pete, "Do you got any idea what happened in there Pete?"
Pete answered, "If I knew, I would have said something to the Commisioner first. But I just can't tell you what is wrong with this head."
Erick further inquired, "Did you manage to find out what happened to it?"
Pete explained, "From what I could tell, the blood was drained from the head a good while before you shot it. There should have been no possible way for it to come alive like you said it did, and what's stranger is that this head shows practically no sign of what caused the decapitation."
Erick commented, "Well, we don't know what caused this thing to come alive, but I guess its obvious what we're dealing with."
Pete furtherly said, "If you didn't know by now, you don't deserve your job. It's pretty obvious with the heads, the blood, the pentagrams on walls..."
Erick concluded, "Yeah, we're probably dealing with some psycho who thinks they can use weird rituals to gain their own ends. Those kids are still in that Asylum or somewhere near, and they'll likely get the same treatment if we don't stop it soon..."
Pete praised, "Good thinking Erick. If anything, you might as well search the Asylum for any patients with weird religious beliefs."
Erick assured, "I'll be sure to do that tommorow. I sure hope I can save those kids before they all die."
Pete told him, "Yeah, good louck on it Erick. If anyone can solve this kind of case, it's gotta be you."
Erick left saying, "I will. Goodnight Pete."
Pete responded, "Goodnight Erick."
Erick went home to his apartment that night and got ready for bed like he usually did. He took his shower, got dressed in his PJ's and went to his bed and played Legend of Heroes 2 for a bit on his PSP before finally turning in for the night. Before he went to sleep, he decided he would write a reminder on his nightstand.

Reminder:
Find a gift for Alice.

He did this because he was developing a crush on her, though he didn't want to hint anyone or admit it himself. He kept telling himself it was based on hope to gain friendship with her since Pete and possibly Steve were the only people he considered to be friends. Either way, he would be ready to do a lot of questioning tommorow....

OOC: Asfaltum, I think this thread has died. Although if the plan is to rp with me, you, and Hok-Tu, then I guess we could do so.

OOC: Yeah, this thread is quite dead... but I was thinking of just the three of us RPing everybody else... I usually say that a thread is dead when there are less than three players... I'll post something later on...:)

OOC: Yeah, this thread is quite dead... but I was thinking of just the three of us RPing everybody else... I usually say that a thread is dead when there are less than three players... I'll post something later on...:)

OOC: I see... Yeah, I guess you're right about the amount of players. Just a question though, are we all going to rp as the characters we created and also the previous ones that others made?

OOC: I see... Yeah, I guess you're right about the amount of players. Just a question though, are we all going to rp as the characters we created and also the previous ones that others made?

OOC: Yeah... and any other character you can think of... you can rp the cleaning-maid if you feel for it... :)

Y'e know what? I think this thread is dead. Not really dead, there are still three participants, but I mean... what the heck are we going to do anyway? Be chased around an asylum by some nut guy? Get killed? Shoot the maniac? Blow up the Asylum with C4? (That'd be fun...) Apart from you getting a crush on Hok-Tu, there isn't anything really going on here... So how about we just dump it? :rolleyes:

Hello?

Right... I guess you got the idea before I did, eh... ;)

Yup, this is even deader than a Dodo