Epics of Noche 4, Asylum

EON CH 17 - ACT 49, PAST OF CROSS

RESCUE OPS.

1777, APRIL 03rd, SUNDAY 9:00pm.

Later that same day, about eight hours into the future since Noche killed the giant anglerfish, Shaylin unlocked the front door of the Asylum. The moment it opened Dreg rushed in – the ginger quick to follow behind him. Unfortunately, the Grave brothers were nowhere to be seen.

There was a tall, lanky man with shoulder-length gray hair leaning against the wall with a large gash across his neck. Adjacent to him was what appeared to be a bear man with a hole in his chest.

"Dreg, these guys are still alive," Shaylin said. "I'm gonna try to save them."

"Understood. I'll head towards the main objective."

With that, the white-haired general moved down the stairs at super sonic speed. He wasted as little time as possible, only faltering for a fraction of a second when he noticed the first door was missing. Still, he didn't have time to figure it out; Dreg made his way into the darkness.

He passed by each floor in the blink of an eye. Every time he came across where a door should be there was nothing instead. As if something had destroyed every obstacle in its path. After completing an eight-hour journey in a fraction of the time, Dreg arrived before a door that was still around.

There was immense pressure on the other side and a stream of high-pressurized water was shooting out of a hole in the locking mechanism. Despite the weight of the water on the opposing side, Dreg opened the door with little effort. Water rushed in with the speed of a tsunami, but the general moved so fast that the waves seemed to stand still.

He darted into the flooded room and swam to the bottom in less than a heartbeat. The next floor was full of drowned prisoners and about twenty mutilated corpses. However, unlike the ice water surrounding him, it was the missing door that caused Dreg's heart to freeze. Without hesitation, he made his way to the bottom of the Asylum. The entire time hoping that she was still there.

Over three decades ago.

The nightclub was obnoxious with its abundance of glow sticks and strobe lights. In it was a seventeen-year-old girl with green hair, red eyes, and white pupils. Pills were brought out and she was more than happy to take them. She washed them down with vodka and weed. She danced and raved as the night transitioned into the early hours of the morning.

She came home to her mother and father arguing again. She snuck past them, grabbed her leather jacket with the anarchy patch on its sleeve, and from her stealthy position flipped them both off before making her way back to the streets. There she handed a bouncer a fake ID and made her way into another darkened room.

The girl sat on a couch and relaxed as the disk jockey spun the records. He raised his hand in the air and prismatic energy became an array of neon lights on the ceiling. Everyone went wild and the party began in earnest. The girl watched the colors the illegal create ability made. Before she knew it she was nodding off.

It was always a bad idea to fall asleep at a place like this, but she didn't care. It was a quick nap anyways and she was still in the same place. She sat up and her hand landed on a piece of paper. A flyer for people to join the Cross Army. She snickered, crumpled it up, and tossed it into the crowd.