Gilligan flashed Ava a smile and chuckled at her succinct response. "Well put!" he said as he laughed. His hand rose absently to the collar at his neck which was uncomfortable. He didnt like it, but understood its necessity.

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Suddenly Gilligan was sitting up from the floor. He was disoriented and his head and neck hurt. He looked around at the others looking at him. He wasnt sure what had happened. One minute he was talking to Ava, the next he was picking himself off the floor? He didnt remember being hit? Had he passed out? And why was he laughing? Wait, laughing? He wasnt laughing, it was some one else! Quickly he looked around to see who it was that was laughing at him, but everyone was just looking at him, some with more concern than others about his actions, but none were laughing.

A soft, menacing voice in his own head became silent, the laughter stopping. "Im here Daddy, did you miss me?" it asked innocently. Gilligan spun about, looking at everyone in horror. Some one was in his head? But the collars were supposed to stop that?


"Not them Daddy, ME!" the voice said, chuckling again. "Its taken a long time, but finally i figured out how to get around that damned collar. Arent I a clever boy Daddy?" The laughing voice began to cackle manically, and all of a sudden, the blood drained from Gilligans face and he sat on the floor, breathing in fast deep breaths as the realisation washed over him.

Sodom The Clown was now in his head! He wasnt so separate now!

Shadow nodded at Gilligan and quickly took a seat when Isabella told him to. He was beginning to calm down and trying to think of something to say when a seering pain ripped through his skull. He grunted and held his head, the tendons in his hands bulging. He jerked around to look at Gilligan and saw him cackling on the ground. No, it wasn't possible, he was still the friendly mad he had been a second ago, he had to be. The medication should have been stopping this from happening to him, and the collar to the man. The realization that these things were somehow failing sent a wave of sheer terror through him. He looked to Isabella. "Something's wrong!" The faint purple cresents under them seemed to make his eyes look even wider as he began to panic. "So wrong..." he added, too softly for anyone else to hear. Out of all the personalities he'd seen he could not, would not, let himself absorb this one.

October smirked sarcastically at the two bruises on either one of her knees. She glared at the door. How dare it be locked, destroying all hope that was left flickering in her heart. October flung herself off of the bed a little too fast and fell flat upon the rusted metal floor. She looked around the room. Her room.
In the corner a small desk sat, facing towards the hunk of metal that had the shape of a bed. When seen in detail, you would notice tiny little rust spots where age had taken over the new paint. The bed also had many flaws - most of the bars that had held her stained mattress had broken off, and it appeared that the bed was her age as well. Beside her bed, a little off to the left was a window, tattered with scratches and dust. But October wasn't alone in this room. On the side of the room opposite of her was dried blood spatter.
All together, her room was great compared to the one before. She stood gently, losing her balance and falling down again. She then rose successfully and waltzed over to the window. She stared out, and then she noticed... people were there, talking... smiling, even. October lifted her fist and began to pound on the window.
"Hey!" she shrieked, "Hey!!"
Her door flung open. A man in a strange white robe entered her living space. Accompanying him was a miniature table that had syringes and needles hanging from it.
"We're going to have to ask you to stop." he spoke cruelly, "We don't want you to bother-"
"Them?" October tapped her finger gently against the window. "Does it count if they bother me?" He glared at her, taking two steps back. "They can't hear you anyway." He said, walking out of her room.
After a few more minutes of shouting at the silent guests, she curled up on her bed. Her eyes closed slowly...

Firing rage consumes the area. Smoke swallows her lungs. The whole room, shaking biting at her. Stumbles over to the window. Falls twice, grabs on to sill. Cringes as her fingers burn. Stares out and sees death staring back in her face.

The blackness of October's eyelids slowly faded to white, and then back into color. Forgot to give you your shot," The doctor spoke.

The cackling laughter in his head faded away into silence, leaving Gilligan sitting in the middle of the floor, people looking at him, and having no idea what exactly had just happened. Maybe he had imagined it all, being in a looney bin with crazy people, maybe it was rubbing off on him? No, he shook his head, the jokers hat bobbing about a few times, it clearly wasnt that! Maybe it was one of the others projecting stuff into his mind? If that was so, why call him 'Daddy'? That didnt seem to make much sense to him at all.

He began to get up, clearly shaken by what had happened, though to everyone else, he had simply passed out...

"I think i should have gotten more sleep or something..." he said apologetically to everyone, walking over to a seat. "I'll be ok though, nothing to worry about..." he finished as everyone began going back to what they had been doing and forgetting about him. He dragged the chair over to next to Ava as a doctor came over and inspected him, roughly turning him this way and that, checking various vitals and the collar and asking plenty of questions. Eventually satisfied by the inspection, he and the three large attendants behind him walked off again, leaving him to sit in his chair in peace.

Gilligan sat, one hand resting on the arm of the chair and propping his head up, his leg dangling over the side of the other arm as he contemplated what might have just happened. He couldnt believe that the Clown had entered into his personality. It was unprecedented, they shared the body they inhabited, but neither could contact the other directly, it just didnt work that way? This development unnerved Gilligan greatly, not only for the fact that it happened, but that the collar hadnt activated!

"Maybe the collars are illusions of our own entrapment or something like that?" Gilligan thought to himself absently, his mind drifting away in thought...

As the pain faded, Shadow straightened up. But now his eyes were on Gilligan. His gaze was so focused that he refused to blink and his eyes began to water. There were two things he was now deeply afraid of, himself, and the man sitting across the room. He had a feeling noone else had realized much of what had happened but he had, observant, silent Shadow had. They were supposed to be safe from themselves here, they were supposed to be helped. That's why this was called a hospital. Right? Yet it was slowly becoming to feel more and more like a prison. He brought his hands away from his head and folded them carefully in his lap. A curtain of empathy fell upon him and he decided looking away might be the best thing right now and his gaze returned slowly to his lap. He strangly remembered Isabella's question, "I'm doing fine," he said flatly, the correct response, and them proceeded with the truth. "I'm scared out of my wits...although I think they left a while ago...and I started the day off by flipping into another person. How are you, Isabella?"

Ofelia was washed down and put into some sort of clothing...she felt numb..must have been the shot...she was dazed...there were people around...was it a lunch time? where was she? was she back at school? She turned her head and saw noone she knew..."where...am..where..am I?" She mumbled this over and over again while they escorted her to her own cell. They called her 'dangerous' and said things like 'she must not be allowed around others' what did all this mean?...All she could remember was being at school and....oh no...she murdered them..all of them....but why? She didn't want to be alone....

What was happening to Gilligan interested her. Though she noticed how no body really knew how to react. As quickly as it came, he returned back to normal. Isabella didn't answer or react to anything right away. Instead something seemed to act up with her mind again. Her collar suddenly beeped a few times, then shut itself off. The same noise rose from around the room. Everyone's collars were shutting down. The announcements turned on just then. A bit of music played before the man on the other end spoke. "Good morning everyone. As you can probably already tell, your collars had been shut off and most of the staff is leaving the building. We do not have the sufficient funds to keep the place anymore. Good day to you all." The doctor said. Isabella's eyes widened a bit... He was just going to let them kill each other?!

Shadow looked up as the annoucement was spoken. Any blood that had remained in his face to this point was drained. He began breathing heavily. What were they going to do?! With no protection from other's powers and an inability to read them until the injection wore off how could he protect himself?!? Any one of them could end up bending him to their will now that he was even more vulnerable. He pushed himself back into his chair with such force that it ended up tipping over backwards. But this didn't stun him or stop him, he continued to claw his way over the back of the chair and recede into the corner he had been in earlier. He looked at every patient in turn, hoping to god they were more concerned with their own problems than with investigating him. He felt another personality creeping up in his terror and tried to swallow it with the bile that had risen in his throat. He began to smile and optimistic thoughts started to fill his head. "No!" he snarled, shaking the grin from his face and pounding his head with his fists. Out of all the people, he'd rather be murderous Rizzloe than happy little Argos right now.

The announcement went off before she reached her cell...which meant she wouldn't be all alone after all....but she also knew once the injection wore off everyone around her would be in danger...she would Kill all of them, if they plotted agents her...Ofelia was strong despite her looks. Ofelia ran for it, knocking people over, looking for a weapon...

shes here...someone is part of government and there here to control you....kill her..kill her...kill her now Ofelia...
Just then she turned to one of the nurses, grabbed her keys and slit her throat, blood splashing all over her face and new paper clothes. Hehe.....Ofelia went on a rampage...slitting Both men and women nurses that were part of the conspiracy...she had to warn the others!

Gilligan eyed each of the other patients in the ward carefully, assessing them. In a room full of unpredictably dangerous people, it was an extremely hard thing to do. In the end, he figured some would attack the others, their personalities and abilities no longer held in check by the collars. Others would panic, fleeing the establishment. Others still would break down, not knowing what to do and having neither fight or flight instincts, would simply cower in fear of everything.

Gilligan was just about to get up when he felt a searing pain in the back of his head. He raised a hand to his scalp and felt the skin underneath it crawling with bumps. Small creatures were under his skin eating at his brains! He had to get them out! Wait! That wasnt right? How would creatures have gotten in his head without him knowing?

All of a sudden the bumps were gone and his scalp felt normal. He touched the back of his head experimentally, wondering what was going on. Was that something Sodom had done to him? Or maybe it had been some one else? He lowered his hand and looked around the room again at the people in it. Was it one of these people around him? Suddenly, a young boy next to him started screaming and threw himself on the floor head first with an alarming thud that bought gasps and laughter from others around. He picked himself up onto his knees again and began screaming "My brains! Theyre eating my brains! Help me!" and threw his head into the ground again with a sickening crunch that brought a spurt of blood across the floor.

Alarmed, Gilligan knew it wasnt his own mind at play, but some one else. He spotted the villain who was a teenaged girl, sitting off to one side behind everyone and slightly in shadows. She was eye balling the boy with a vicious look, a sadistic grin on her face as she tried to make him kill himself. Gilligan knew this wasnt right. He had to do something to break her concentration. He stood up quickly and spun around looking for something, anything he could use as a weapon. Seeing nothing but big soft chairs he gave up and turned back to the girl, looking squarely at her and the sick grin on her face as she made the young boy kill himself. His screams were enough to drive Gilligan to action.

Leaping over the young boy, Gilligan closed the distance between himself and the girl quickly. Her eyes flicked up to him as he sprinted towards her, but her sadistic grin never faltered, even after the boys screams stopped abrumptly. She turned her head towards him and he felt himself slowing down. He poured more energy into his muscles, pumping his limbs harder fighting against what ever she was doing to him to slow him down. She seemed to be getting further away though, the harder he tried to get to her, the more she seemed to become unreachable. Then all of a sudden he was on top of her, colliding into her and sending her bowling over as his head smashed into the wall behind her and he flipped over her falling body, rolling along the wall a second before crashing to the floor and sliding along to come to a stop.

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He shook his head, his vision blurry and his head extremely sore. Rolling to one side, he sat up, rubbing his head dazedly. He wasnt sure what was going on. All of a sudden he heard a high pitched female roar of fury and looked towards the source of the sound just in time to see a young girl charging towards him like an enraged animal. A flash of memory zinged through his thoughts, that this girl had hurt some one else, making him beat his own brains out on a hard cold floor.

A grin spread quickly over his face and his purpose became instantly clear to him. He turned his body towards the oncoming female, still sitting on the ground, legs infront of him. As he predicted, she launched herself into a leaping tackle towards him only steps away. Arms outstretched, she sailed through the air, her shreik of hatred peircing the air as she closed the last meter towards him. He reached out and gripped her wrists, pulling her towards him as he rolled backwards, kicking his feet up into her stomach and taking her momentum and using it against her to kick out and away behind him as he rolled backwards.

The attack caught the girl off guard and she careered over the top of him and crashed into the wall, falling to the floor. Rolling onto his back and continuing into a stand, his black jacket falling down to his sides, he pounced with grin of such disturbing nature that the devil himself may have been disturbed by it. He landed on the girl, pinning her to the ground under him. She looked up at him, hatred and murderous rage in her eyes. He stared back at her a moment, tilting his head to one side slightly. All of a sudden, he slapped the girls face! "Now, now, now. Thats enough of that sweet heart!" he said in a chillingly calm and quiet voice. "Dont go doing that again, because then ill have to do that again." The look in her eyes took on an alarmed change, uncertainty creeping in to replace the hatred and anger that had been present moments earlier.

Tilting his head to one side again, he looked at her face curiously, tilting his head from side to side as he looked at her, his menacing grin plastered to his face. "I want to play a game! Lets play lions! Do you know how to play lions?" he asked enthusiasticly at the prospect of getting to play. She shook her head, unsure what was happening. "Well, the strongest male lion sometimes asserts his dominance over the females in the pack by having his way with them!" he said with a slow laugh. The uncertainty in the young girls eyes was quickly being replaced by fear and she struggled under his weight to get away. She succeeded in pushing him off and quickly scrambling a few steps away, but he sprang on her again, pining her once more. "Uh uh uh, sweet heart! Dont run! Only prey runs! And we dont want to be prey now do we?" he said in that calm quiet voice again, his head near hers. "But then again, i havent killed in an awfully long time, maybe i will let you run? I do so enjoy a good chase, and there are many, many halls here, and rooms you could hide in." He began to cackle, a crazed tone taking over his laugh as she began to squirm under him.

He looked down at her once more, "C'mon! Lets play! I want to plllllaaaaayyyyy!" he said, resorting to a whining tone at the end. His grin widened, eyes twinkling dangerously. "Or maybe ill just eat you!" he said menacingly, leaning next to her ear and clacking his teeth together in a rapid staccato manner, then making the Hannibal Lecter inhaling noise.

A scream ripped through the girl as he knelt above her, pinning her down. He roared in her face, squeezing her shoulders alternately with each hand, like a big cat kneading at her human flesh. He brought his face close to hers and began sniffing her features, huffing every now and then as though he smelled something he didnt like. He had entered the girls mind, projecting a focused illusion into her brain that he really was a massively terrifying lion pinning her down. She completely believed that she was trapped and about to be devoured by the king of the jungle. The girl began whimpering and struggling mightily to get free.

Stepping back off her, she scrambled away several paces, then rolled onto her feet, looking at a predator infront of her that only she could now see. She let loose one more throat ripping scream of fear then fled from the room, her 'lion' in hot pursuit!

Turning around and, for the first time, noticing everyone else infront of him, Sodom The Clown gave a grand bow from the waist down, his evil grin never leaving his face, and then straightened again to face them all.

chloe alexandria was sitting quietly, not wanting to interact with others . it was her experience that people only hurt you. so she just sat and observed, as always. this place was like a ritual, everything happened on time in order and on purpose, or at least they tried to make it seem tht way. sometimes thngs happened that they couldnt control but still.

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Age: 18
Gender: female
Capabilities: can communicate with the dead, is an immortal, can control back fire,
Race: vampire
Personality: shy, dissociative disorder, has a tendency to blame herself for all that goes wrong, likes to punish herself,has no family, takes care of others and herself,constintly apologizes.
Discription: long brunette hair, green eyes, pale skin, weighs 100lbs, 5'4, favorite color black

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when she heard the announcement she was a bit amused her whole life she had been on the outside, right now would be a really good time to observe human nature at its worst. but she too was under the spell of her medicine, now she began to wonder how she would protect herself from the others. she coould just go back to her room and hide until the effects wore off but she was tired of hiding, besides it must be her fault for the hospital shutting down. therefore she deserved every terrible punishment that the others could throw her way so she woould just sit there ntil one decided it would be her time.

A short, washed-out man approached Shadow. After a moment's thought he tapped him on his head. Shadow, who's hands were still raised, looked up at the man. "Crazy?" said the man, blinking. Whatever Shadow had been wishing for came true, and he snapped. He grabbed the man by his out-stretched pointer finger and bent it back until he heard it break. The man screamed and Shadow yanked him forward by his hand and met his face with a closed fist. The man was thrown back but since Shadow had yet to let go of him, recoiled, dislocated his shoulder, and slammed his face into the ground. Shadow let go of the limp hand and rose, glaring down at the creature he had demolished so quickly. "Probably. Don't touch me," he finally answered before twisting his face into a snarl and burying his foot into the man's chest. His eyes were torn away at the sound of a woman screaming, definitely a more arousing than alarming stimulus for this new Shadow. He watched her run away and then backtracked to stare at her attacker. One eyebrow slowly crept out of sight as it raise underneath his mousy brown bangs. This man was truely interesting. He reminded him of his old boys. The faintest sign of a grin crept over Shadow's face.

Isabella got up from her seat after Shadow had left her. She wanted to get out of the room before anyone was harmed by her. Though on the way a recovering heroin addict was playing with fire. The women could cast fire just by thinking about it. She stood in Isabella's way out of the room. "Please Move.." Isabella asked her quietly. She was very scared by the entire thing. The women only turned and lit the floor on fire around Isabella. Threatening her. The fire traveled up and burned her a bit. She snapped. Blinking a few times as her entire personality started to shift. Isabella stepped forward, threw the fire and grabbed the women. "I asked you to let me threw!" She said sternly as her eyes turned completely black. The women stared at Isabella, widening her own eyes at the thoughts she saw. To the women, the room they were in was becoming a blood bath. People were dieing left and right, blood spattered on the walls like a fresh coat of paint. The Women in Isabella's grasp started to thrash about, screaming for Isabella to let her go.

Ava winced at Gilligan's sudden change. She shuddered as he went back to normal. Her thoughts were racing, faster and faster in her head.
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"You stupid girl!" Her father yelled, hitting her in the face twice. She fell back, watching as he picked up a dish and threw it on the floor, the glass breaking and flying around the room. Some of it hit her, cutting her. He picked up the largest, sharpest piece and stalked towards her. He was jsut coming off of a nicotine high. Every time after he got high, he got insanely angry and vicious. She curled up into the corner as he trapped her. He grabbed the glass and grinned, grabbing her left arm with his free hand. She screamed, but he punched her jaw to silence her. He took the glass and violently jabbed it into her arm, slowly pulling it down. The blood began to flow, and the anger burned in her eyes. She screamed and closed her eyes. Teh vase across the room, large and porcelain, began to shake. It rose up and hurled itself to her father, hitting him in the head and knocking him out. She calmly cleaned herself, not knowing that she was washing away all the evidence.
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Ava blinked rapidly, the flashback shocking her so much she fell out of the chair. She jumped when the announcement blasted through the room, a thousand times louder in her own head. She grimaced, her personalities flickering. She let out an animalistic groan and a vase that sat calmly on a glass table flew through the air and smashed against a wall. Gripping her arms so hard that her nails drew blood, she blinked quickly again. She was back to normal, the sudden burst of anger was gone. She turned to Gilligan, a sad look crossing her face.

She got to the main room, where a man was pinning a woman down....Ofelia, covered in blood, growled....she looked around and saw a male nurse hiding behind a sofa..." I found youuuuuu" She sang, skipping to the male nurse. She shouted to the rest of the 'Clients' "The nurses are part of a conspiracy! They want to kill us all!! and take over the world!" She yelled, while stabbing the male nurse to death, she then thought of her classmates...oh how they begged her to stop, and insisted on saying they were her friends...what a load of shit. She looked back at the man with the girl...

"Hey, you. What are you doing with her? Are you one of them? If so, I shall kill you and anyone who is" She grinned licking the blood of the key.

Shadow's eyes darted to Ofelia, who had just murdered the male nurse. "A bit overdramatic, aren't you, pidgeon?" he asked, rolling his eyes. He stode forward, stepping on the fallen patient's neck as he did so. It crunched under his foot and the man twitched. "If we weren't in a mental hospital, I might consider your idea an actual possibility." He folded his arms, terrificly calm. "There's no sense in killing everyone. Some of us have to walk out of here alive and pay back those cockroaches that put us here." Now a grin spread over his face and his eyes widened at the thought.

Name: Hayley Paige
Age: 13
Disorder: Bipolar, adhd, hallucinations, claustrophobic, paranoid
Power (no on knows about them): Necromancer (sees and talks to ghosts), psychic (can see the future), can turn almost invisible
Personality: Stays to herself; very shy, once she does go in a group she gets kinda talkative, music is her whole life besides the internet, doesn't really like guys; more attracted to girls

(sorry for being so late)

His disgustingly sick grin widening, Sodom The Clown looked at everyone standing before him after he bowed. He glanced up at the ceiling, looking at it a fraction of a second longer than a glance, like he was indeed looking at a particular aspect of the heavy concrete roof.

Glancing back down, his grin died a little, and he looked at them all again, glancing quickly at the roof several times. Dust seemed to be falling amidst the group becomming thicker and heavier until it was no longer dust but sand and chunks of rock. Seconds later, great cracking noises were heard from above, and massive fractures appeared in the roof, like a spider web, ever so delicate, and should it give way, everyone in the room would be crushed to death under its weight.

Some of the largest pieces of roofing began to rumble and move, falling in ever so slight movements before it would crush them all to deah. Sodom ran into the middle of the now raining debri and through the group out the other side, cackling like an idiot.

"They don't know you are here, do they babe? The voice in Hayley's head says. "Shit! No, they don't!" Hayley stalks down the hall after the psycho girl, staying on the walls. "I got here right before they made that announcement. I should've stayed...."
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"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" I kick a scream as the big guys drag me away from my razor blades lying on the bsthroom floor. I manage to snatch one up and slash it across my wrist one last time, making even more blood tumble from my arm. I hold my arm up to my mouth and gently suck in the blood flowing from the cuts. The guys dragged me out of my house and shoved me into the back of an ambulance. That was the last I remembered before lack of blood caused me to faint.
I awake on one of those bed things in the back of an ambulance. When the big guy up front notices I am awake he says, "Don't worry sweetie, we're almost there." And I know where he's talking about. But I lay quietly trying not to rip the needle out of my arm. When we get there the big guys roll me out of the ambulance and into a building, the psych ward. "BUT I'M NOT INSANE! LET ME GO!" They continue wheeling me into the building and they wheel me past the front desk.
I rip the needle out of my arm, cutting it more, and jump off of the cart. The voice encourages me. Slowly I start to go invisible and that's when I spot the psycho girl.
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"Hehe. That's a cool story, babe. But I was there, you don't have to keep thinking about it." Hayley pounds her head with her fists as she continues following the girl. "She's killing all the staff.... with a KEY! Wth?!?" Hayley slowly pulls out the razor blade she managed to grab. "Oh no you don't! You aren't gonna cut again! You already lost enough blood!"
Hayley stops when the girl gets to a man at the end of the hallway. She stands, horrified, as the girl stabs the man. She sees the man is dead and the girl is moving on. Hayley watches as the girl sees a crazy guy holding a girl down. She flies away from the wall and across the room. Hayley slams into the girl's back, and they both hit the floor. "STOP. NOW." Hayley hisses and holds the blade to the girl's neck. "You better stop killing people right now or I will cut you neck." She spits out the last part.
"HEY! The roof! It's gonna fall!" Hayley's eyes grow wide as she looks at the roof and then around at the scared kids. "EVERYONE GET OUT OF HERE!" Hayley screams and she leaps off of the girl.

Shadow looked up at the cieling. "That's not right..." he said, stroking his chin. He watched Sodom run and a look of understanding flashed over his face. He began running after the man, subconsciously dodging debris as he went along. "Hey!" he called angrily. "You're causing this aren't you, you son of a-?!" A rather large piece of cieling fell and he jumped out of the way and covered his head before he could finish his sentence. It had been long enough that the shot was beginning to wear off. Shadow began shaking his head as iff he had water in his ear. The room seemed to be filling with lots of painful, high-pitched ringing noises that were gradually getting louder. He tried to look for the cause but found his vision blurring and was forced to squint.

Hayley yanked the psycho girl up and shoved her towards the door. "It looks as if only this room is collapsing." Hayley rushed into the room. "No dip Sherlock. She thought, sarcastically. That's why I shoved the girl into the hallway, you idiot! Hayley tries to drown the voice as she goes over to a girl huddled against a wall. "Come on girl. You need to get out of here. The roof is gonna fall in." She said as she pulled the girl up and shoved her towards the door. Hayley looks around and sees two guys running through the debris. She scans over the rest of the room and locates the girl that one guy had attacked. Hayley runs over and picks her up. She carries the girl to the window and sets her down next to a girl just sitting there. Hayley backs to the other side of the room and rushes straight at the window. She sails through and hits the ground hard. Shakily she stands up, ignoring the blood. She jumps back in the window and shoves the two girls through before they can protest. Then she runs to a girl huddled under a chair and yanks her up. "You need to get out!" Hayley says and shoves the girl towards the window. Then Hayley runs to the window and jumps out after the girl. She hits the ground and faints.

Ava stood up calmly from the chair. A small smile crossed her face as she only barely concentrated, making the raining debris around her fly to the side. It would hit the wall and crash to the ground, she made sure not to hurt anyone. She cleared a whole path quickly and began walking. She saw a girl sail through the window and quickly followed suit, not sure if the whole place would come crashing down soon. She looked back around, pushing a few people in front of her so they could get out. She lunged herself off of her feet and through the window, arching gracefully through the air. She landed outside and took a deep breath of the sweet, fresh air. She closed her eyes, willing everyone left in the psych ward to get out fast. Her eyebrows crinkled as she focused, barely breathing. She gasped and opened her eyes, knowing her power was taking effect. She turned her head and watched as people began running out of the building in hurried groups.

Hayley woke up groggily not sure how long it had been. When she looked around she realized it must not have been long because she saw groups of patients running from the building. Hayley looked up and saw a girl near her concentrating on something. "Another one with powers perhaps?" Hayley nods and shakily tries to stand up. Suddenly she topples over and hits the ground, crunching some glass on the ground and sending more slicing into her arms. Hayley looks down at her arms and sees the blood, both dry and still running from various cuts. Hayley tries to stand up again and this time she is successful. She lifts her arm to her mouth and licks away the blood. Then she looks over at the girl, observing her. Suddenly the roof collapses.

Shadow glared at Sodom suspiciously, but the creaking of the roof was becoming eerily loud. "I don't know if this is actually happening," he hissed, "Or some kind of mind trick, but I don't want to find out." A large chunk fell and he jumped back. His mind was still buzzing. This is too real! screamed his mind and his stony demeanor began to fade as he shifted once more. He stared at the people who were still here. He didn't have time to worry about them. He heard glass break and for some reason that was enough to send him running, not out the window but into the familiar hallways of the hospital. There he saw the carnage and let out a shriek of terror and grief before he pushed past it all and looked for a door out.

Isabella noticed the clown standing in the middle of the room as it started to shake and fall. Carefully she got up after having to protect herself from the fire bearing girl. Wicked thoughts were running threw her head, though she ignored them very well. Seeing as how she was not in much of a killing mood, more of a calm wind type of thing in her mind. Even with the roof falling down on them. Isabella stepped towards the man in the middle, standing near shadow, eying Sodom carefully. She started to attack him. Overpowering his mind with the horrid images that ran threw her mind every second. Some where of blood, others of crashes. Either way, what she was seeing were images people and animals would have all over the planet. And at a very fast rate.