It all started with Ahmet Benici. The World's lead scientist published his findings that the laws that govern our world would change so drastically human life would not be possible. It was his findings that urged the U.S government to begin a secret project, Project New World. The purpose of this project was to save humanity from its impending doom. So I invite you visitor, whoever you are it doesn't really matter. Come, sit down at your keyboard and tell me, what role are you going to play in this story?
Setting
There are many rumors and stories to be told about the city of Chase. Stories and tales rise from the mysterious forest that borders its northern side. There's big talk of some government project happening on the other side, but no one can know for sure. The small town has a rather sparse population of 20,000 people and is kept isolated from its neighboring town by Wyers lake.
In terms of time, this site will follow real time to accommodate for the short life expectancies of compound patients. The current month is December, the year 2062.
Note: Please note this site is rated PG-13.
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No, don't smile! Feral just happened to get a little redder at the expression on the other patient's face, brows furrowed as he tried to look angry, laughable at this point since his cheeks were so red. Gotta give him credit for trying though. His hair fortunately blocked most of his, his locks having grown quite long since it's last trim, but even the slightest glimpse of red was too much in his opinion. He was so fucking pathetic. Well, after being treated like a mindless animal for so long, it was quite the change to be shown kindness, especially in the form of a gift. But things were far more easier when people did think he was nothing more than a monster. Couldn't get hurt that way.
Ephraim explained how it was him that was being nice and that didn't seem to make Feral feel much better. "You were stinking up the whole room with your blood and vomit! What else was I supposed to do?" he tried to excuse, not wanting to be perceived as nice apparently. He could have left which would have been a much easier solution, but obviously there was more to it than simply wanting to escape the smells. Something that made enduring punishment seem more favorable, clearly, though he couldn't even really explain that one. He sighed at the thought, setting the drawing down on his lap as he ran his hand over his face. What a pain!
"This goes nowhere." he eventually spoke up again after some uncomfortable silence, assuming the boy knew what he meant by 'this'. "As far as everyone else should be concerned, I attacked you, alright?" he snarled. He'd surely be ridiculed if this got out!
Had he embarrassed Feral by chance? Ephraim's brows rose in surprise before he averted the gaze. So the freak had a heart after all..who knew? Well, Ephraim did now obviously, but the boy didn't take the chance to point this out. Instead, he decided to point out the obvious, picking apart the flaw in Feral's statement. "Well I didn't see anyone stopping you from leaving," he grumbled quietly.
The one annoying thing about the freak was it hardly mattered if he yelled it at the top of his lungs or whispered it beneath his breath. Feral always heard him. The other week it had been a blessing, but every other time it was just a nuisance.
Still, though, was it nice to think Feral had maybe been a little touched by the gesture? Sort of. Having someone appreciate something he'd done felt a little bit...nice.
But now he wanted him to keep quiet about it? What did Feral think he was going to do? Skip down the halls and tell everyone what a 'nice guy' he was? Honestly, even if it were true that was the last thing on Ephraim's list of things to do. In fact, it wasn't even on his list so he didn't mind the request. What bothered him was that Feral seemed insistent that he'd attacked him. Was he that concerned with his own self-image?
It suddenly occurred to Ephraim that he had something to hold against Feral. He could demand things from him now...not like the other couldn't beat him to compliance but still. But rather than just nod and agree, Ephraim offered the faintest of smirks. "Mhm, and what's in it for me?" Hadn't Feral said something like that before, like when he'd asked to draw on him? It was in a way a taste of his own medicine, but Ephraim had no intentions on contradicting Feral anyway.
His sensitive hearing could be a blessing and a curse and in this case, he wasn't sure where his opinion lied. What he was sure about was the fact he didn't like the boy pointing out the flaw in his little excuse, and that much was made obvious by that warning growl he emitted, daring the boy to say another word. Ephraim was in his room, stuck in a wheelchair. Easy prey if Feral had the mind to rough him up a bit for being so bold. Leave it to Feral to never be satisfied.
Seeming to be over his nervousness, the boy even smirked, trying to bribe him with potential blackmail. The beast glared, clearly not amused. "I don't kick your ass now and make the attack more legitimate, how about that?" he offers which is a pretty good deal he thought. Would Feral actually try to hurt him over something so petty? Probably! He was rather unpredictable in that sense, though it was perhaps safe to say he'd avoid damaging the kid anytime soon. At least wait until he's healed up all the way so he can last longer, right? Course while he had the mind to, probably the most prominent reason he wouldn't hurt the boy was probably because of the gift. Believe it or not, Feral was actually less aggressive than normal, don't let all the growls fool you. But you could only take advantage of that for so long before he'd finally snap.
"I don't believe you came all this way just to thank me." he admitted, still rather skeptical. Was it really that hard to trust people? Yes. At least for him anyway. He gave up on trusting people long ago, being stabbed in the back too many times. It was a matter of survival, his cynicism the one factor that probably kept him going, kept him sane. If you could really call him sane, of course. "What's the catch?" he asks, setting the drawing aside as he leaned back against the wall and got a bit more comfortable.
Feral's offer sent a look of indecision across his face. Ephraim looked on the verge of speaking before he thought better. Yeah, he wasn't looking for a pain factor just get, which had been surprising to the doctors tending to him. Given the fact he had his own wheels now he imagined they expected him to be off getting into fights or shoving cutlery into electrical sockets. No, Ephraim was in just enough pain to constantly appease his sanity.
It was for that reason he just nodded at Feral's offer. Clearly he was in no mood to intimidate the beast. What was that expression? Don't poke the bear? Well, for now at least while he was in recovery he would refrain from 'poking'. Of course given Feral's sudden skepticism it was proving a little harder to remain on his 'good' side than he'd thought. It was just s gift, why did there have to be something more? The growling didn't help either. Ephraim had been to the menagerie many times. Growling was never a good sign.
But Feral's shrewdness also brought a look of satisfaction to his eyes. Whether it was plain suspicion or they were on the brink of intuition he wasn't sure, but he hoped it was the latter. Since their 'game' of chess, Ephraim had high hopes for Feral's intelligence. But at this present moment, his suspicions were unfounded.
Waving his hands defensively, Ephraim shook his head. "There is no catch." He admitted. The patient looked as though he wanted to explain more, but considering he hated when other people felt the need to point out his own character -usually they were wrong- he decided not to do the same to Feral.
Fortunately after his little threat, Ephraim seemed willing to let it go, not pressing him for anything else which was good since the beast really wasn't in the mood to be haggled today, or ever for that matter. Expecting anything from him other than a beating was pretty foolish, honestly. So when he agreed to his offer, Feral relaxed a bit with a sigh, squeezing the ball in his right hand so tight that it looked like it might bust at any second. Yeah, not really stress relieving. How was this supposed to work anyway?
Feral still didn't appear to be too sure, even after Ephraim admitted that there was no catch. It was hard to drop his suspicions. He didn't really know what he expected to happen, but he couldn't imagine it was any good. Still, after eyeing him for a bit, almost as if he was looking into his very soul for confirmation, he ended up relenting, giving the boy the benefit of the doubt. But he was fully prepared, alert for any trickery the other patient might be up to.
"You are awfully confusing, you know that?" he asks the rhetorical question. From being nervous, to afraid, to suddenly happy again. It was just a tad disorienting, how quick his emotions changed. He could hardly keep up. "Just when I think I've got you figured out, you end up surprising me and giving me a headache..." he growled, running his fingers through his hair.
"What's your deal?" he asked. Such a loaded question but it honestly could refer to plenty of things. Why did the boy antagonize him so much, then turn around and try to make friends? Why was he seeking him out when he'd nearly killed him after their first encounter? Why was he thanking him when he could just as easily look past what had happened and move along, consider them 'even'? But really there was one thing on his mind. "What do you want with me?" This wasn't about the gift, or even the fact he was thanking him, he just wasn't used to this. After all, why else would someone willingly socialize with him? He was hardly good company.
Concealing his discomfort was harder than he'd imagined. Ephraim gripped the armrests of the wheelchair, tugging loosely at the worn leather. He didn't want anyone to figure him out, not even in the slightest. The more perceptive people were and the more they knew about you, the more they could predict the patterns and cause of your actions. And the more they could predict your motives the more efficiently they could manipulate you, make you think all this while you had so much freedom when you were just a puppet in their hands. All of this, simply from getting to know you.
Even though the younger patient had his heart set on figuring out Feral, the thought of manipulating him hadn't tempted him once. In his own shrewdness, he'd learned the game of manipulation was dangerous no matter how intelligent you are. It was a game that could turn easily the hunter into the hunted and Ephraim had no desire to realize all his cunningness had been in vain.
He lifted his shoulders in shrug at Feral's words, offering no help whatsoever. He did offer a small apology though. "Sorry," he murmured quietly. He hadn't come there that morning with the innate desire to give the other boy a headache. But Feral's question was one he could not and would not answer no matter how he decided to threaten him. Ephraim's business concern himself was his own. Deciding to take his leave rather than answer, the boy began to back up his wheelchair uttering a silent curse as the wheels decided to lock. Being stuck in a chair was bad enough, but being stuck in a chair that wouldn't move was really trying his patient.
For a few moments he tried shaking the thing in hopes the wheels would turn just enough that he could be on his way. They didn't. Rolling his eyes, the patient shot Feral a guarder look. "What's yours?" He asked instead. He highly doubted Feral was any more inclined to answer the question than he was.
The boy didn't seem to like the fact he was attempting to 'figure him out' it seemed. Perhaps he'd be getting a taste of his own medicine, seeing as Feral was certainly aware that that is what Ephraim was up to. He wasn't totally dense. People didn't ask hundreds of questions just because. They wanted answers and Ephraim was trying to unravel him. Good luck with that. Many had tried, but it always ended in frustration for them and they'd eventually quit for the sake of their sanity. Curious minds shouldn't wander too far anyway. They might not like what they see.
Unfortunately, Ephraim didn't seem willing to share, even deciding to try and back out. Well fine. Even though he wasn't particularly satisfied to not get any answers, maybe the kid finally got the hint. But he didn't get very far before that thing got stuck again. The fucker rolled himself all the way here and then it decides to act up? Figures. If Feral was in the mood to 'play' he might have found it rich. There was no good prey like a sitting duck. But proving just how much the beast didn't want to deal with the boy, Ephraim had turned the question back on him instead.
His eyes narrowed as he glared at the other teen. Really? Oh who was he kidding? He was hardly surprised. "My deal?" he questions. Might he actually answer? "My deal is that I want out of this fucking place. And I can't get a break. It's either the white coats keeping me weakened 24/7 or your idiot brother too afraid to take any risks and making me wait like a goddamn coward." Did the boy even know what was going on? Probably not, but at this point he really didn't care, continuing on with his rant. "And now I gotta deal with your ass. At first I wanted nothing more than to tear out your throat but now you're being a piece of shit by trying to be nice to me and I don't know how to deal with it!" he snarled and the ball he'd been squeezing burst under the pressure. Well that did a whole lot of good. It was fun while it lasted. He sighed at the thought, dropping the remains of the stress ball. At least he seemed calm, or as calm as he was capable of, just frustrated. [OOC: Ephraim just made him unleash it all lmao]
[OCC: Poor Feral has to deal with both of them now xD]
Ephraim hadn't expected any reply, especially not the aggressive rant he received moments later. Most people weren't so keen to answer his questions in such a rush, in fact, he'd half expected some curt response like 'piss off'. Had he really driven Feral to a point the boy could do nothing but/ answer? He hadn't even done anything except say thanks. Was the freak so starved of benevolence the very acts of 'unconditional' kindness broke him down? Now that was food for thought, but Ephraim didn't get far before his gaze sharpened, suddenly leaning forwards in his chair.
Feral wanted to get out, that didn't surprise him. Everyone probably wanted to get out at some point. But the way he spoke about Flint, the other freak wasn't helping/ him was he? Suddenly Ephraim felt there was a greater ploy. The patient was completely baffled. It was one thing for Feral to attempt to get out -though he was beginning to learn not to underestimate him as well- but now he was getting help? What was he going to do, rally all the freaks and break out of the compound?
But suddenly this wasn't about Feral's escape plan or his brother, it was about him. Because no one can ever mention one twin without thinking of the other, he thought bitterly. It happened often enough he'd learned he always got the short end of the stick somehow. Though, Feral had bashed Flint too, Ephraim still felt a little wounded by his words.
"Look it was just a picture a'ight? Don't make a big deal out of it," he grumbled a little, pushing himself up and out of the wheelchair. His legs felt stiff and alien as if they belonged to someone else. On wobbly legs he hovered by the chair, giving the wheel a few tentative kicks until it righted itself. Pulling the chair closer, he sat down heavily closing his eyes.
Rubbing his forehead for a moment, his mind raced to comprehend and dissect everything that had been said and done. Rather than leap with interest on Feral's escape plan, though tempted, he waited. When he opened his eyes he offered the stress ball a cautious look before eying Feral once more. "Have you tried drawing?" He asked unexpectedly. "It might be a better outlet than...whatever that was," he motioned to the ball. Although, considering it was Feral he was probably more likely to snap every single drawing utensil before he actually managed a decent work of art. A little critical? Perhaps, and Ephraim had to remind himself once again not to underestimate the boy across from him.
Was it infuriating he hadn't even mentioned a thing Feral had spoken of? Probably, but for now, he decided to offer nothing in return, no comment, no feedback, especially not on a matter so...senistive. Were they really thinking of getting out? And there had been that insult about him as well, Ephraim still harbored a little reproach and bitterness at the unkind words.
Ephraim insisted it was just a picture and though clearly not satisfied with that, he simply offered a growl in response. As much as he'd like to believe that was all it was, he couldn't forget the other acts of kindness he'd been shown that just ended up getting him hurt. But he didn't say anything, deciding to drop that topic and simply keep whatever anger he hadn't just unleashed to himself. At the very least, he didn't seem like he was giving up the drawing?
He watched curiously as Ephraim got up to right his wheelchair. Though stiff, he was surprised at all that the boy was standing. Was it weird to say that he was almost relieved to see him getting up? Probably. Which is why he kept such thoughts to himself. At any rate, once he finally healed up, maybe his senses would come back to him and he'd leave the freak alone once and for all. Of course it was a foolish hope, seeing as the boy just seemed to have it out for him for some strange reason.
They sat in silence after that, Feral glaring down at the remains, probably going to be scolded for breaking it. Oh well. Nothing new, really. It was the therapist's fault for trusting him not to break something. But when Ephraim spoke up, offering an alternative, the beast actually laughed. A rare sound coming from him, but he was honestly amused by the notion for various reasons. The kid had to be joking. But.. No. He actually looked quite serious. "I'm not much of an artist." he snorted. Not that he could have known, but it shouldn't have been too surprising that he really wasn't artistically inclined. He could hardly draw a stick figure, let alone have the patience to actually sit long enough to just draw.
"Fighting is my outlet." he reasoned, and it was honestly the only thing that could really get rid of his aggression, if only for a short while. Unfortunately, people could and would get hurt in the process, so it wasn't entirely a safe outlet by any means, but he didn't care. "Can't do much with this fucking collar though." he growled in frustration as he reached up to dig his fingers around it. Or try, at least. He swore, it was getting tighter and tighter every day. He was just waiting for it to one day choke him to death. His luck, it'd do just that before Flint would finally figure out how to break the damned device.
What was this beautiful - if he dared call it that- sound that assaulted his ears? Ephraim was completely flabbergasted. He could hardly tell if Feral was laughing in ridicule or if somehow the freak had been genuinely amused by something /he'd/ said. Either way, it was the last thing on his list of 'what's Feral going to do next'. In some ways, Ephraim felt privileged, he had to be to witness such an unexpected reaction. He might have even smiled if his face wasn't frozen in an expression of permanent shock.
As the boy declined his suggestion Ephraim shrugged, "no one said you had to be." Who would have pegged Feral as artistically talented in the first place? Well, not him but he also wouldn't have assumed him to be intelligent. Since he was already full of so many wonderful surprises, what was one more hurdle? Besides who knew, it might actually be good for him. However since Feral had shot down his suggestion and he wasn't terribly insistent on hearing that laugh again Ephraim just let it go.
Instead of drawing the freak would point out fighting was his outlet and Ephraim would smile just a little. Well, what a relief that would be, not like he hadn't already known. Perhaps if the freak didn't take to violence so readily he would find Ephraim would leave him alone just about right away. But this bit of information -though not new- was good news to him.
His gaze followed Feral's fingers to the collar and though it may have been an inappropriate time, he realized just what they were doing, talking. Before the freak hadn't wanted anything to do with him in the slightest, and now they were just talking...as if they really had things to talk about. The closest thing he could equate it to was therapy, only somehow this was much better as if their conversation in all it's ups and downs were beginning to nurture a wounded part of him.
Contemplating this and then the color, Ephraim frowned thoughtfully. "Why don't you just get rid of the collar then?" He pointed out. "Or make it stop working?" Of course, it probably wasn't as simple as just 'getting rid' of the collar. The faculty would most likely know the moment it stopped working. But all Feral had to do was outwit some of the world's smartest people, no big deal right? Right. His comment was said with tongue in cheek, but he was also half serious. Any attempts to get rid of the collar would be futile, but why not give himself something to mull over, to strive towards? What was the harm in that?
What was that look for? Feral thought this as he saw the shocked expression on the boy's face, though hadn't the time to question it as the conversation was already moving along. He hadn't realized his laughter was the cause. He laughed... sometimes. Rarely, actually, and if he ever did it usually wasn't exactly for pleasant reasons so this was definitely new, had he really thought about it. But he hadn't and instead rolled his eyes when Ephraim pointed out the simple fact that he really didn't have to be. Still, he didn't see the point of drawing if you couldn't really draw anything. He'd probably just end up getting more frustrated if it didn't come out the way he wanted. So he simply opted to drop that subject and move on to something else. Which just so happened to be his collar.
His expression changed to one that was questioning. Had the boy seriously asked that question? Feral didn't look too amused this time. "Trust me, I've tried." In fact if the boy dared look close enough, he could see the many scars and marks across his neck, not caused solely by the collar itself, but by his futile attempts to tear it off. You'd think causing himself injury would have put a stop to it, but no. Which was why they'd merely tightened it, making sure he'd have a hard time even getting a good grip on the device. "That's where your shithead of a brother is supposed to come in." he pointed out, not sure why he felt the need to tell him all this. Really, considering they were twins, perhaps he just expected him to know. Or maybe now that he'd started talking, he was finding it hard to talk. His voice even seemed to be getting a bit rougher from misuse, the teen only seeming to really vocalize rather than speak this much.
Ironically, he realized he'd 'helped' both of the brothers. Of course this one was actually more appreciative than the other. Oddly enough, he wanted Flint to be appreciative, but now that Ephraim was, he had the gall to complain about it. Hadn't been part of the plan, after all, as he only really helped Flint so he could use him later. He didn't know why he helped Ephraim, still getting frustrated just trying to understand. He didn't realize this boy could actually be useful to his escape too.
[O.O.C: Hey just a heads up, now that Christmas holidays are here I won't be on as much but I will post when I can!]
Well, clearly he hadn't tried hard enough. Ephraim rolled his eyes at the thought but had enough sense not to speak it aloud. He'd learned by now his witty comments were less than appreciated. Considering Feral could pummel him anytime anywhere, it was best to play it safe until he'd at least gotten rid of the wheelchair. So play it safe he did, his gaze straying across Feral's collar before drifting across the boy's features.
Though he'd taken sensitively to the harsh comments Feral had directed at him, he didn't seem to care too much about what he said about Flint. Perhaps he harbored a little resentment for his twin? Flint was always being praised and worshiped, he almost enjoyed hearing someone finally talk down on him. So for the moment, Ephraim was quite content to let Feral say whatever he liked though it did wonders to his curiosity.
Arching a brow, Ephraim leaned forwards in his chair as he thought. Feral actually thought Flint was going to help him break his collar? His brother probably hadn't sinned in his life, what on earth would motivate him to do something so careless? Perhaps being around Feral too much was causing his loyalty to his brother to waver and disperse. So instead of indulging in Feral's fantasy, he only shook his head with a smirk. "Yeah, right. Flint's going to help you and who knows," he gestured carelessly at the are before him, "maybe you'll even be as tall as me one day!" Well, there goes playing it safe. Leaning back in his chair Ephraim just shook his head, "no offense, but even he's not that dumb." None of them had the means or intellectual power to inflict any permanent damage on the collar and even if they did, the faculty had the means to replace them or probably make something even worse. Feral would be wishing he'd kept his collar on then wouldn't he?
But Ephraim couldn't help the prickles of excitement as if he was on the verge of discovering something great, something about his brother, something about Feral.
[OOC: Don't worry about it, totally understand! I'll be a little slow on replies myself so it's no big deal <3]
Admittedly, he was rather surprised by Ephraim's response. Were he interested enough, he might have taken into consideration that perhaps the twins didn't get along as he might have originally thought. However, not really caring whether the two were perfect brothers was not his concern. Rather, his concerns lied in the fact the boy actually seemed skeptical of Flint helping him.
Choosing to ignore the height comment, though barely if that expression was any indication, he instead focused on the boy's doubts, leaning forward a bit to show interest in that. "So you doubt him too?" he questions, revealing his own feelings on the matter. He humored the idea it might have been just his impatience talking, but if Ephraim seemed to doubt him just as he did, perhaps his feelings on the matter weren't displaced! The boy claimed it was intelligence that would keep Flint from doing anything reckless, whereas Feral was convinced it was just cowardice. After all, he hadn't proved to be one of the bolder patients the day they'd met, nearly pissing himself whenever Feral had lunged at him (though it was hard not to be a little afraid when a kid with a history of violence went after you, he supposed).
"No, he's a coward like everyone else in this fucking place." he growled, growing irritated just thinking about it. Maybe he might just have to go back to plan A. Things would be far easier if Flint would cooperate, but he couldn't wait for the boy forever, could he? Especially not with the attention he'd been getting from the head white coat recently. "Like you are." he adds. Was that meant to be an insult? Could be taken that way, but it was more of an observation. As much as the kid was confusing, no matter how bold he may have acted, there was no mistaking the smell of fear. Of course even then, his fear was difficult to understand. He feared dying obviously, but had no qualms about getting himself hurt, even seeming to enjoy it. He stopped thinking about that though before he'd give himself a headache. "... No offense." he adds almost cheekily, as if mimicking Ephraim.
"It doesn't matter. If he ends up fucking around forever, I'll just leave him behind." he shrugs. Not entirely giving up on the kid, but not willing to wait around forever. If time started to look like it was running out, Feral would simply have to risk it. He wasn't dying here, not by the white coat's hands.
So Feral had doubts about Flint? Well then he wasn't a total lost cause now was he? Ephraim was ready to point out that escape would be a futile and stupid attempt but Feral decided on speaking instead, pointing out Flint was a coward. Arching a brow, Ephraim rubbed his lips to prevent himself from speaking. Being smart didn't make you a coward, but whatever. Though when Feral called him a coward he glared at him. "I'm not a coward," he spat. How dare he? Ephraim had never taken much pride in the reckless things he did, at least not until Feral had accused him of cowardice. Why did he even care so much about appeasing the freak? Eyes smoldering with frustration and anger, Ephraim averted his gaze. "Whatever, have fun getting torn to pieces," he grumbled bitterly. But the idea of escape excite him. He'd never thought about it. Sure he'd daydreamed about it, but he'd never really thought of doing it, not like Feral clearly had. Maybe Feral really could get out of the place, that made him jealous as ever. "Maybe they'll even use your skin to make an honorary rug," he continued sarcastically before shooting him a pointed stare. "No offense."
Feral actually smirked, a not too pleasant expression with those teeth as the kid tried to insist he wasn't a coward. Of course he wouldn't admit to it, but he hadn't argued it, not really needing Ephraim to come to terms with himself since he really didn't care. He was perfectly content with leaving everyone here behind. It was not like he'd miss anyone since he didn't connect with anyone here, patients or faculty. And if he died? Well he could at least say he died trying to get out and not like the many other fallen patients who simply allowed the bastards to kill them. There really wasn't a losing side to escaping as far as he was concerned, it seemed. He just couldn't stand the thought of rotting away in these walls.
Not seeming to be as talkative now, Feral simply offered a grunt and shrug as Ephraim implied he'd get torn to pieces, clearly not intimidated by the idea. His brows did furrow at the rug comment though. Ah yes, because he was an animal so it made sense, right? No offense was taken. Okay, maybe a little. But, honestly? As fucked up as it sounded, Feral actually preferred this bickering, to an extent. At least he could understand anger and hostility, he could deal with this. "Better than being a pin cushion for these dickheads." he shrugged. "So I'll be fucking thrilled." he assured with a snort.
"I'll get out or die trying." he stated so calmly as if he'd already accepted it. He really had, coming to this decision years ago when he found out his only friend died. He didn't want to meet the same fate. But with that said he leaned back again, closing his eyes and sighing. "Anything else you want?" he asks, not growling for once. "Cause we're gonna get in trouble if you get caught in here." It wasn't as if they could trust the other freaks to keep their mouths shut. If word got out that a patient when to visit Feral, he was sure guards would be coming to investigate. "And I'm really not in the mood to get beat up for you again." he growled that time, words so low that they could have easily been missed.
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