Eldritch House (BurningWillows & Winged-Panther)

The director looked over her notes, waiting for that knock on her door that would tell her its time. They had moved everything into the new facility, Eldritch House, yesterday. All the rooms were set up for their patients, the house fully functional now. All that was left was debriefing the staff, and transporting the good into their beds.

She moved some paperwork over and pulled up the thick folders which each of their new test subjects files. Opening the first one she scanned the page, reillerating what she already knew.

"Patient Nakaylia. Siren..."

We'll convince her she has a sever bipolar disorder, and is a recovering sex addict.

"...Next is Jet. He's been put down under demon for classification, but I'll need to debrief the staff on his exact qualities..."

And he'll believe he has schizophrenia with a severe mental breakdown landing him hear. Which from his mother's notes, isn't far from the truth.

"...Phoenix. Werewolf..."

Psychotic disorder and possible delusional parasitosis from increased drug use. We'll have to watch her temper too.

"Lukai. Oh goodie, we have a fire demon in our midst."

We'll need to watch his temper too, so he doesn't burn the damn house down. He will have...pyromaniac tendencies with congenital analgesia and Intermittent Explosive Disorder.

There were three files left, one for their vampiric patient, Chan and two more females.

"Chan suffers from a few diabilities. Porphyria, Catalepsy, and Renfield syndrome. And then there is our unique beauty Nkemdilim."

She hadn't been easy to track down. Necromancers were hard to identify, as they looked and acted human, and this one was a powerful necro. Acquiring her had been difficult, but the director was pleased that she was part of the experiment now. She would be told she had necromania and schizoaffective disorder.

The last patient was an add-on, one of her main staff wanting to conduct a few experiments on this female from the sea. Tatia, the mermaid. It was a little harder to believe they existed, and from what she'd seen, they held no other power than the ability to change their legs into a single fin, and breath underwater. The director would have dismissed this one, but her head scientist had insisted, wanting to study her. Simply to keep her in the program, they would tell her she had severe depression, along with thalassophobia and aquaphobia. It would keep the little fish from water for a time.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts and she stood, taking her files with her as she attended the meeting, knowing in half hour's time their new patients would wake.

A 6'8" Caucasian man lay curled up in a fetal position on a single bed in a bland room. He shivered once, his hand reaching out for some warmth. But what he touched startled him awake. He jerked his hand away as he sat bolt upright and moved as far into the corner as possible. His single hazel eye was wide with fear.

"Well, it's certainly about time you awoke." An elderly lady sat daintily on the edge of his bed. Even sitting it was easy to tell she was tall and slender. Her nearly snow white hair was pulled up into a bun on the top of her head. It seemed to match her outfit - an elegant white dress, white kitten heels, and white gloves that went to her elbow. There was a strand of pearls around her neck and she seemed to have an air of royalty about her.

The woman shook her gloved hand a though his mere touch had been acidic to her. Seeing him still hunched in the corner caused her to sigh as though she had just went through the most exasperating day. "Of course. They said you wouldn't remember anything." She waved it off as though speaking to herself. "I'm your mother." Her words came out almost pained to say and she spoke and looked at him as though he were a child or an ignorant savage that had been raised in the wild by animals.

She continued. "You are Jetison Eugene Black. I am responsible for your being here in this wonderful facility." She stressed the word 'wonderful' as though she were trying to oversell this place for a commercial. "It is because of my cooperation that they have allowed me to be here for your awakening. Well, that and other reasons." She made it sound like he was lucky she was here. But he didn't feel lucky. He didn't remember his 'mother'. He had no idea why he was here. But for reasons he couldn't explain something seemed off about this woman, fake even. He didn't like the feeling she gave, despite how familiar it may be.

"W-Why am I here?" The voice that came from the cowering man was as heavenly as an angel, even despite the obvious fear in it.

The older woman gave him a smile - one that he was sure was faker than anything he'd ever seen before. "You've had a nervous breakdown, dear. But, what with that woman did to you it was no wonder. I'm sure anyone in your situation would have gone completely berserk."

Woman? What woman? Did what? He didn't understand what she was talking about. But before he could even think to ask the woman stood and went to the door. As soon as she opened it, two big guys in black suits and sunglasses stepped in. With earwigs in their ears they could've passed for secret service men.

Once more the woman gave him a well-practiced yet unrealistic smile. "Don't worry. They work for me. They're just here to help you clean up and start things off right in your new home. Be a good boy for them and mommy will stop by later to visit."

One man headed toward the cowering man, the other was stopped by the woman. She looked up at him and whispered. "I want him cleaned up and in proper attire. I'll not have him looking as hideous as he is. Cover his face with makeup, remove that dreadful patch, and whatever you do, make sure he doesn't notice... his deformity. Make sure th staff knows to keep him away from music and the news. As long as he is not released into the public they are free to do with him as they please." She turned to leave, but stopped. "Oh, and send word to the director that Jet Black is awake." With that she turned and walked out.

Scream. Horrible screams. the darkness was full of them, tortured screams filling her head. They made her want to scream back, to yell as loud as they did until the noise stopped. But a silent darkness was as maddening as a loud one.

She woke with a start, her chest rising and falling heavily as she took gulps of air. What kind of nightmare was that?

Wait...where was she?

The bed underneath her was small and hard, with plain white sheets and a thin blue blanket. The room itself was bland; white walls and a matching ceiling, with wooden floors and not other furniture in the room besides her bed and a dresser. As hard as she tried to understand, she could only pull a blank. She couldn't even remember her name, where she came from, or who she was. All she knew was that horrifying nightmare.

"Hello?" her voice was silky soft and musical, damn near perfection even to her ears.

Pulling the blankets off, she stared down at her endless long legs making her easily six feet tall. She wore a black tank top and grey shorts, showing how thin but curvy she was. There were tattoos...on her hips, her arms, shoulders...

"Hello?" she called again, standing up and moving towards the door to find it locked, "Can anyone hear me? Hello?"


A voice woke him, a voice that sounded like an angel's. His eyes fluttered open, his body lying stiffly on a single bed, the white sheets and blankets underneath him. He lay in no more than a dark muscle shirt and a pair of sweats, both uncomfortable and yet fit perfectly.

Nothing. He could remember nothing. Not his name, his history, or why he was waking in such a plain and depressing room. He didn't even recognize the voice, the one calling out. But he could hear it, and it prompted him to get up. As he stood, he marveled at his tall and muscular body, standing easily at 6'2. There was no mirror to see how he looked, but his hands combed his soft hair, messy but short, and he could see that he was well built.

Trying the doorknob, he found it locked to his frustrations. What the hell was this?

"Hey!" he shouted back, hoping she could hear him, "What's going on? Why is my door locked?"

After a few seconds the voice responded, "I don't know. Mine is too. Is it just you?"

"No it isn't," a new voice snapped, one that sounded much older and much less enthused about their situation, "I'm locked inside some dreary ass bedroom. Is it just us three?"

A low groan came from another room. On a plain bed a tall and lanky looking young man of about 6'10" stretched out. Voices calling sounded so loud to him, as if they were standing near him. He wasn't sure what was going on. He awoke to find nobody in his room.

He looked around. The room was plain and very white. He stood up, noticing he was dressed in a dark t-shirt and dark pants. His outfit was a sharp contrast to his exceptionally pale skin tone. And his fingernails were long, sharp, and black. Why was he wearing nail polish?

He ran a hand through spiky black hair that hung over in the front over his right eye. He could hear things outside as if they were in the room. He could hear one, two, three people talking.

"That makes four of us!" He called out to them. Why did they sound so loud to him? And why could he smell things? Something was telling him that they weren't the only four there... something, but what?

He couldn't explain it. Hell, he couldn't even explain who he was. He hadn't a clue. How'd he get here? Who was he? He tried the door only to find it locked just like the others. And why couldn't he get out?

"My door's locked, too. How the hell did we get here?" This whole thing was a mystery to him. He tried to think back to what he was doing right before here, but his mind came up with nothing. He couldn't remember anything from his life, he couldn't remember anything beyond waking up. What the fuck was happening?!



A loud bang was heard on the wall. "Silence! Some of us were trying to sleep!"

There was a bang on the wall in response. "And some of us are trying to figure out how we got in this fucking place, so either give us some answers or shut the fuck up!"

Well, it seemed there was no sleep now. The woman got up and tousled her fiery red locks. She looked down at her appearance. She was pale and corpse-like, yet curvy and well-busted. Both her body and her voice made it seem she was someone who demanded attention, despite her small stature of only 5'2".

She couldn't remember anything - not who she was, not why she was here, not where she came from, not one damned thing. Like the others before her she tried the door. "Accursed door! Who dares to lock us in like caged animals?!" Her voice demanded an answer, but would anyone be able to answer it?

"Don't bother. The doors have been locked for hours." A new voice came. The voice was exhausted, as though someone had already been up for hours trying to find a way out.

"No it isn't. I'm locked inside this dreary ass bedroom. Is it just us three?"

Move voices added in, some sounding scared, other annoyed. There was definitely more than a couple of them. All she could hear was the voices though. Her room had been wiped so clean she couldn't smell a thing except bleach, which was assaulting her senses like no other. All the voice sounded closer than they should, but it could be how loud they were all yelling. Moving back to her bed, she listened to them all as she stared at the tattoos covering herself.

I was someone. I had to be, she thought to herself, listening to the banter back and forth. There was no point adding her voice to the mixture. It wasn't going to help.


"What do you mean for hours?" he asked, sitting with his back against the door as he called out, having given up with the lock, "How long have you been awake?"


Her eyes popped open and her entire body groaned in response. The girl couldn't even get up, her skin felt like it was on fire and her inside were queasy and knotted. Opening her cracked lips she tried to call out, hearing other voices coming down the hall, but nothing more than a squeak passed her lips.

She felt utterly exhausted, and her eyes fluttered shut, wanting nothing more than to sleep. Someone nagged at her that she'd been asleep for a while but she couldn't find the motivation to push through the pain and get up. Wasn't it just easier to sleep? Maybe sleep was what she needed?

Her body was slipping back into a dream when the sound of heels caught her heel and a voice that meant only business snapped her awake, "All of you. Quiet down. Now!"

As the director finished the meeting she could already hear most of the patients waking.

"Show time everyone," she murmured, whisking them away. There were only four staff members in the house, three nurses and a cook, plus the janitors that came twice a week.

The house itself was beautiful. It had three floors, the main floor, second, and basement. The front entrance led down a long hall to the back of the house where the stairs to the second floor sat beside the back door. Along the hallway were archways leading to other rooms. The first left led into the large sitting room, complete with couches and a television. Most of the furntiture in the house was wooden, or white, including the walls. The next archway was on the right, leading into the small dining room they would use for meals, and there was a small door in the corner that led to the kitchen. The kitchen itself was the second archway on the right, and it was recently renovated so that everything was state of the art and clean. Directly across the hall was a door for one of the three bathrooms in the house.

The director moved upstairs, listening to their whinings. What they didn't know was there was seven of them in total, and ten rooms down the long corridor in case they brought more subjects in. The corridor itself was split in half by another short hallway leading to her office and bedroom. One half of the corridor held five rooms for the women, and the other half had five rooms for the men. Each side had a sixth door as well which opened into a full bathroom -one for the men, and one for the women. All the accomodations for the staff were in the basement, as well as the laundry room.

Her black heels clicked as she strolled down the corridor, barking out words, "All of you. Quiet down. Now!"

The voices died, every patient listening at their doors.

"We will explain everything in due time, so please cut the noise off and settle down. One by one, each of you will be released from your room to visit me in my office with any questions. Those who continue to disturb the peace will go last, or be subdued. Kate and Nathan, two of our nurses, will escort you from your room to me."

Turning halfway, she caught sight of the two nurses, one a tall african american man and the other a petite redhead with freckles. Both wore blue scrubs.

"Start with the males, then the females," she ordered and walked down the hall, turning right at the halfway point down an short hall only a few paces to the set of glass doors leading into her office.