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The smell of mold and old fabric of a cell seemingly too small to fit anything inside, the dim yellow glow shifted around from the inside, as if to see what was going on in a desolate walkway. Footsteps and the faint clanked clicked from down the corridor. A small whimper was heard, followed by a shuffle as if one had pushed something back. Soon a man could be seen trotting down the now awakening walkway. He was tall and thin, wearing a black pinstripe suit and had a silver cane topped with the head of an eagle. His teeth were like that of sharks that glistened in what little light there was in there. The man stopped at the inhumanly small cell.

“Good morn lupanna. Are you in there?” the man tapped at the door his cane, only to hear a whimper as a response.

The man’s grin widened as he reached in though the bars, the small figure inside moving away from the intruding hand. The more the figuring inside moved, the more it unraveled. A small serpentine body, her upper half clad in a loose form of a straight jacket with lupine ears with heartless like growths that them. “Go away” The frightened little pup, whined pushing herself as far up against the wall as she could. The man outside her cell laughed. He grabbed on to the end of her tail and dragged her to the front of the cage to see the now ensurely traumatized pup. Her eyes were a dull yellow by this point, her hair fading to a cool gray. She snapped her hand away from his grip, giving a small and fearful hiss at him. All the man did was laugh once again.

“Giving me fang I see. Well we’ll have to do something about that, don’t we?”

The door opened and a flash a light gray sped out of the cell. The little girl with the lower half of a serpent with fur slithered though the halls looking for a way out. The warden grinned, shark-like teeth glinting once again in the dimly lit hallways. The other doors opened, releasing all kinds of crazies to spill into the halls.

“The first to bring me the child gets to have their freedom. Bring her back to me. Alive.”

With that, the entire asylum went into a riot, trying to look for Lupanna. She knew this, and knew it well that if she was found, she’d surly be killed. Being a rather small pup for her kind, she hid in small crevices and high places that where available for use like empty cabinets, unused trunks and “corpse freezers” (as she called them) and many other hiding places that she could use, until the commotion until it died down. At night, when everyone calmed down, she would wander the now vacant hallways. She would cover herself in the blood that covered the corridors to mask her scent until the next day. The kitchens were a treasure trove of food and potential weaponry to raid. This was the only time she truly felt any safety and security ever since she had been sent away from home. Sure, she had to feed herself and always be on guard, but it kept her alive and well fed.

“Found you little on.” She froze in her tracks. The voice breaking her sense of security. Lupa turned to the source of the voice: a drake scared from the rioting search party and a white film covering his eye.

“Come here little one. Don’t be shy, I just want to play.” The Drake said smiling that insane grin. She backed away, her hands still clad in her jacket raised as if pushing him away from a distance. He moved closer as she moved back.

“P-please go away” she whimpered. Her arms were raised in a defensive manner, knowing she couldn’t really strive off a drake that was far larger than her off for too long.

“Go away? No, no, no little one. It is you who will be going away”

With that, Lupa bolted backwards, but the drake was much too fast to fight off. Jaws snapped oat her throat and his claws had gotten themselves stuck completely around her left eyeball. The pup screamed in pain that wouldn’t be wished on even the lowest of scum. Her paw like hand waved to the water that had been running she had gotten there, forcing it to float toward her. Slamming the now large body of water into his face and into his mouth. The drake gagged and choked on all the water in his lungs, his hands snatched away from her face to grab at his scaly throat. A god awful popping noise was heard and Lupa was left in absolute agony. Her hands shot up to her face as she slithered quickly out of the room, leaving a dying drake in the floor. After that, no one could find her. Last seen going up a long unused flight of stairs, wrapping her head and her eye in a piece of the jacket from her attacker, she had all but dropped from the face of the asylum. The patients looked every where for a couple days, but by then, then had gotten bored of the search and had gotten back in line. The doctors has kept looking for her long after the patients had given up, nut they too had given up in their search.


Why didn’t they go and follow her you might ask? No one knew where to look. During all of the commotion to find her, she had taken residency in the upper most levels of the asylum. The levels where it was the most dank and humid, levels that not even the warden even dared step foot on. The pup stayed there for what she thought was going to be a couple hours. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. In that time, the screams and psychotic laughter wreaked havoc on her psyche. Her mind warping around the violence and insanity that she could hear in the lower levels of the nut house. It finally made her go mad. Laughing with a maniac smile, her fangs looking longer then they should. Her mannerisms were now more bestial and more homicidal than what she used to be. Bu her mind hadn’t left her completely. The kaireen, over time, had made the upper levels her castle and fortress, booby traps everywhere, and the walls painted in the blood of those who had figured out where she was, but didn’t live to tell. She waited every day in the latter most cells, large and padded rooms. The only dry room and had the best shooting way. Now it was only a matter of time before she was found. Until then, she waited. Ever watching though a tray slot in the door, ever waiting for her rival to come.

TBC...