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Hmm...so many things to guess *shrugs and picks an idea* alright sending in a guess....now

Hehe a Djinn was going to be my next guess lol

I know you said they didn't have to be long, but I really got going after the 3rd.
And it was FUN. 8D

(1) A djinn! Tonny could hardly believe it, in spite of what the clues had pointed to (well, most of them; she couldn’t really figure the clue with the bloody knife, but maybe it hadn’t been a clue at all; just some creep who left bloody knives in the hallway). She had seen her share of Disney movies growing up, but was pretty sure the doctors weren’t keeping a huge blue guy with no legs down in the catacombs. She had read about other kinds, much like the ones in the book clue she had found, and knew that they had about as many forms as fate itself. Were Tonny not convinced that she was now hot on the trail, she might have given herself pause to crack open the book she still had clutched on her person and maybe see if there were any scribbles inside; some indication of a particular djinn that might point to what she would expect. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the scrap of paper with the henna tattoo, pondering as she walked. Then she thought of the picture clue she had not bothered to take; the picture of the 60’s actress. She chuckled; maybe the djinn was a lady! But the smile faded as quickly as it had come with that thought; a lady kept prisoner by the doctors, djinn or no djinn, to her only screamed of a certain degree of torment that left no doubt in her mind that if she came across them, she would do everything in her power to hide the poor soul from the doctors seeking them out.
(2) Tonny suddenly gasped as her feet nearly slid out from under her. Steadying herself, she looked down to find the floor spattered with blood. Not terribly unusual here, except the blood had been shed recently enough to nearly cause her to slip and fall in it. Something close by was terribly hurt…..it might even be the djinn! Being supernatural surely didn’t mean you were always above bleeding. Biting her lip anxiously, Tonny moved to one side of the hallway where her feet could tread more surely and followed the bloody trail at a quick walk, hoping to find the bleeder before anything with less kind intentions found it first. She rounded a corner and gasped aloud at the sight that met her eyes; a girl slumped against the wall, hands cruelly tied behind her, head lolling to one side and blissfully unaware of her predicament in unconsciousness. Standing out like a crimson snake against her pale skin was some sort of plastic tube, the red liquid inside gleaming; the cause of the blood trail? “Are you the djinn?” Tonny whispered under her breath as she drew closer. What had those s**t-faced doctors done to her? Had she been a part of some experiment, and only just escaped, using the last of her strength to spirit herself out of the catacombs?
(3) Don’t worry, Tonny thought to herself as she set the book down and carefully walked closer to the unconscious girl until she towered above her. I’ll make sure those damn doctors NEVER find you. She was just crouching down to lift the frail form in her arms when she heard a sudden sound behind her; a slight footstep in the corridor around the corner. Someone had apparently followed the trail just like she had, and she knew that the doctors loved to be quiet. The thought never entered her head as her anger grew that patients loved to be silent too; she hated the doctors more than anything and would do all she could to help this poor girl, even if it meant another broken arm. Tonny readied herself into a fighting stance, glaring down the way she had come and resisting the urge to shout rather than whisper. “You’re not getting her back, you bastards!”

(4) It only took a split second for Tonny to realize that the sound had somehow gotten BEHIND her, but by then it was too late. She whirled around just in time to see a flash of glowing blue eyes, eerily framed by henna tattoos that seemed to dance about in her vision, and then her entire vision BECAME blue as a similarly tattooed hand reached up and placed itself over her face. All she had time for was a surprised gasp as the world around her seemed to melt away into a haze of blue and tribal markings. She squeezed her eyes shut as her entire head seemed to throb in tune with her rapidly beating heart…….and then suddenly all was quiet. Tonny’s eyes flew open and then squinted as they were assaulted with bright sunshine. She felt a cool breeze ruffle her orange hair and she heard the familiar shush-shush of grass, something she had almost fancied she had forgotten behind the walls of……the asylum! She turned around and held her arm up above her eyes to shield them. There before her was the asylum, many yards away and looking almost sullen to have such cheery sunlight shining upon it. She was standing on the large front lawn; turning around she could easily make out the gate that the cars came through when they were bringing poor souls here to live, the same gates that she had snuck through once upon a time…… She turned back to the asylum and noticed something that she hadn’t before, and HOW could she have missed it? The front wall had a huge, gaping hole in it, like a mouth of someone waking up with a jaw-cracking yawn to greet the day. Figures were coming out of it; many like her were shielding their eyes from the sun; others were laughing and dancing out in the grass, or holding their arms up to the sun in rapture. Had it finally happened? Smiling, Tonny ran across the lawn toward the break in the wall, passing by figures she recognized: little Mouse scampering around in the grass and shooting off little fiery sparks in his excitement, Kioni standing with her hands clasped in front of her, looking around like a newly liberated princess for her rescuer. A gust of air blew Tonny’s bangs back, and she looked up to see two figures flying above her head; Reverie was calling out in one long, beautiful bird-note as she touched the sky (had she been able to fly before?) and the other’s rainbow wings splitting the sun’s rays and surrounding her in a haze of rainbow. With a smile, Lennox swooped down until he was just above Tonny’s head. “It’s happened, Tonny! We’re all free! FREE!” With a final shout of laughter, her friend beat his gossamer wings and soared up and out of sight into the gleaming light of the sun. Feeling as though her own heart was soaring every second, Tonny continued her walk until she was at the hole itself. More and more people were streaming out, and she nearly bumped into a woman that she almost didn’t recognize for the radiant smile on her face; Mai Candell. In her arms she held a little boy, towheaded and freckled, and eyes that regarded her with an air of calm. “You found him!” Tonny exclaimed with a smile. Mai nodded and held the little boy closer as she daintily stepped over the rubble that littered the driveway. “Come on, Georgie; we’re finally going home.”
Everywhere Tonny looked, more people she recognized were celebrating their newfound freedom; storming the gates and reducing it to twisted metal, or just taking time to feel the grass beneath their feet and the unhampered sunlight on their faces. How had this happened? She peered into the darkness within the asylum, looking for any signs of doctors scurrying to stop the flow of patients like blood from the building’s gaping wound. But there were none to be seen. It was as if they had all just…..vanished. There weren’t even any signs to indicate how the hole had gotten there; it was as if the building had just decided to give up its contents, sick to the very stones with all of the misery it had contained.
“Tonny!!” The voice calling her name caused her to turn, the familiarity of it causing her heart to skip a beat. Through the mass of patients now streaming out of the ruined gates, she spotted a mop of curly orange hair, the sunlight glinting off of the round pair of spectacles beneath them. The little man was threatening to be swallowed up by the tide of bodies, so Tonny broke into a run to meet him. “Uncle! Uncle Crimin! Over here! I’m over here!!” She practically crashed into him, stooping a bit so that she could embrace her uncle in a crushing hug. “I thought I’d never see you again, ever.” She murmured as she buried her face into his stocky shoulder, letting his ever-pristine white coat soak up her happy tears. She felt his strong hands squeeze her in a hug, then he pushed her body back so that he could hold her at arm’s length. “I told you not to go into that building, didn’t I?” She could tell he was attempting to be stern, but she could see the tears leaking out from beneath his thick glasses. “I almost lost you forever. Your father would have killed me!” Tonny only laughed a shaky laugh as she reached out to wipe a tear from her uncle’s face. “And I wouldn’t have been there to explain that it was my own fault. Still……I wish he and Mom were here, even if all I had to say to them was an apology for doing something bad.” Her uncle’s eyes sparkled through tears and the thick glasses. “But Tonny, how do you think I got here so fast?” He turned halfway and pointed behind him, back to where the gates now stood nearly abandoned, as all of the patients had found their way off of the property. She could see two figures walking toward them, still far from the gate but close enough for Tonny to see the gleaming blond hair of one, the neatly trimmed, red-orange beard of the other……
Her eyes became as wide as saucers. “Mom….” she whispered under her breath, her body suddenly trembling, “Dad…..” A cold jolt suddenly went through her body, like an icicle hammered through her spine. She saw her father’s smiling eyes......but they had been blank, his trim beard had been stained with blood as his head had grotesquely lolled from the front seat in her direction. Her mother….her blond hair had been wild, hanging in dust-covered wisps over her face, doing little to hide the goose egg swelling on her forehead from her head smashing into the car’s side window. That was how little Tonny had last seen them as she had cowered in the back seat of the wrecked car, covered in dust and debris, her chest throbbing from the pull of the seat belt, tree branches raining down on the roof in a demonic tempo that was taken up by the wail of sirens drawing ever closer, so near and yet too far to save them. No, they could not be here……she had seen them dead, taken away….it was why she had been with her uncle in the first place….. No. This was wrong. It was WRONG!
(5) “Wrong!” She shouted out, and as her vision wavered, she felt her uncle’s form dissolving like mist, like he was little more than a dream. A dream…….her eyes widened as she looked around, all the colors now seeming too bright, the scene too unreal, too……happy. This was her dearest wish, granted by……..the djinn! The image of the hand on her face came back to her in a flash, and she pushed away what was left of her uncle’s once-solid form, falling backwards as the world went dark.
With an agonized cry, Tonny’s eyes flew open, and she realized in shock that they had been closed the whole time. The sunlight was gone, and the cool air was full of the damp, musty smell of the asylum. She felt her body seize up as she tried to move, realizing that she must have laid here for quite some time. She saw the gleaming blue eyes above her, widening in surprise as the hand came back up, ready to immerse her back into a hazy dream from which she feared she might never wake up. She felt her anger rising again as she willed her body to obey her, shakily scooting back from the advancing hand. The djinn had given her a taste of what she wanted the most, and the fact that it was only a dream brought about by HIM made her throat fill with bile. Did this b*****d even know what he had done to her? Of course he did, she realized, this was why he was so dangerous and locked in the catacombs. It was his defense, and to him she had been just another enemy to be placated so that he could get on with his escape. She couldn’t fault him for that, but now she needed to show him that she wasn’t on the side of the doctors he was running from.
It certainly didn’t seem like he was in a mood to listen; the hand was still advancing toward her head, the glowing eyes narrow and purposeful. There would surely be a time and place for calling a truce with him, but now was not it. Tonny took a deep breath and sang out a short, sharp note, knowing well that her raw, unfiltered voice was painful to many. Only taking enough time to notice that the djinn had stopped his advance at the sound, Tonny scrambled up and ran down the corridor as fast as she could possibly go, taking turn after haphazard turn until she was certain she was clear on the other side of the building. Panting, Tonny slowed her pace to a walk and kept at it until she saw a few patients milling about in the distance. Spotting her friend Lennox’s rainbow wings among them, Tonny quelled a painful twinge as she remembered how he had looked flying free. Someday, she vowed as she walked toward them, her voice raised in greeting. Someday.

1. As soon as Lutwidge figured out it was a djinn, he thought hard to what he knew about them. They required a master, they couldn't force love, they couldn't kill anybody, and they couldn't bring people back from the dead.

Or so he thought- after all, he was getting this from a Disney movie.

But still, keeping hold of the items he had, he went to go chase down the Djinn. He understood now why they wanted this patient so badly. After all...

There was no provision on wishing for escape. Or a way to get revenge on the doctors. It wasn't the Djinn who was dangerous; it was whomever was pulling the strings.

And... wouldn't it be nice to have that power himself? Or to help the Djinn's master or mistress escape if they were innocent or safe, like he himself was?

2. As he chased after the Djinn, Lutwidge couldn't help but notice the trail of blood on the floor. This couldn't be good... so of course he followed it. If the doctors found out who controlled the Djinn, they might... might have done something bad. But finding the girl wasn't at all what he expected. This wasn't a cell or a room; why was she stashed down here? As he knelt to untie her, he noticed the line coming from her neck. Some kind of drug, maybe? Something being pumped into her veins. He debated removing it, but what if it was keeping her alive? He moved her hands down by her sides, making her more comfortable, and then debated lifting her and pulling the IV along...

3. But then he heard footsteps. Assuming it was the doctors coming back, he was ready to throw some punches and flee with the girl...

But doctors don't glow blue like that.

Whatever was coming his way was a problem, and he needed to deal with it- FAST. This wasn't anybody he knew. Pulling the knife, he stood in front of the girl, wondering who was coming. Perhaps she was the Djinn's master and this was the servant coming back. If that was the case, he could explain everything and get her out of here!

But it seemed- and he realized this far too late- that this Djinn wasn't in the mood for explanations.

4. He was at home again. It was his birthday. He was dressed in jeans, his hair cut short... he looked how he wanted. His mother was there, and a little girl, too. He didn't know who she was, but they were all happy. His mother brought out a large cake with sixteen candles that he blew out as his father snapped a picture and laughed. He waved at his dad, saying "Pops, you guys actually surprised me!" His father bent down to give him a hug... and that's how he knew that it wasn't real. His father had never loved him enough to do this, and Djinns couldn't force love. He felt something inside of him shatter. This dream world was nice, but it wasn't his. The realization that the asylum and its misery was his world now... and always would be... pulled him from the dream, where he saw...

5. The Djinn, kneeling over the girl, stroking her hair. There was a look of tenderness on his face. Lutwidge knew that there was nothing he could do except run back and get the others. The Djinn might be overprotective of her, in which case a group might be able to get a word in before he attacked them, or he might be hurting her, in which case... well, power in numbers. He sprinted back down the corridor, hoping to find somebody who could help him.

Thank you Sela but I am not claiming any prizes from this event. I just wanted to play. heart