PSYC Ward: Explorer

World 2, Part B: Intruder

It would be a day and a half before anything actually happened. Rachel would have hardly noticed the time had passed if she hadn't smelt increases and decreases in the number of people in the area, and the scents of the night animals coming and going. She suddenly smelt cigarette smoke, getting closer.

A lot closer. She squeezed her lips against her tongue and let out a huff. She heard the large, creaking sound of the door as it slowly opened on its iron hinges.

"So, like, the chick thinks I got time for her shit after she goes all Susan B. Anthony on me. And I was just like 'Bitch, I was just giving you a compliment, what the hell?' Can you belie'e that shit?"

Kyle, reacting to the animosity in the air, began to shake and tremble.

"God damn it." Rachel lifted her eyes and looked at them. "What's your guys' deal, huh?"

The group stopped. 7 boys, of varying heights, ages, and builds. Rachel fixed her eyes on the leader. A tall, lanky man with dark skin, dressed in a leather jacket and jeans. He was the one with the cigarette.

The entire group burst into laughter.

"The fuck is this shit? Someone's in our playground. You new here?"

"Yes. And you're being very rude and it's upsetting my friend."

The boys all looked at Kyle and laughed.

"What? Sleeping Beauty get cranky when she wakes up?"

"Yes, actually."

Rachel's own red eyes glared straight into the human's brown ones, and she flicked her teeth, revealing for the flash of an instant her fangs.

"Hey Mark. Maybe you should wake her up with a kiss. Then she won't be grouchy, right?" Said one of the boys in back.

Rachel turned her attention to him for a second. He was probably the tallest one there, and lanky as hell. His black moptop of hair practically covered her eyes.

"Don't you dare!" Rachel threatened.

"Aww, look. The little girl thinks she can stop us!"

The Leader squatted down and looked Rachel in the eye.

"Actually, I know I can. Please don't make a decision you're going to regret."

Once again, the boys burst into laughter.

"Man, what's up with you? This whole punk get up and attitude. You in some kinda costume? If you are, you're taking it way too serious-"

There was a loud bang from the door.

"MAAAAAAAAAARK!" Came the shrill, screamy voice of a little girl.

To the boys it was slightly startling and maybe a bit too loud. For Rachel it was like standing next to a particularly high pitched and angry lawnmower. She put her hands over her ears, hearing nothing but the ringing of broken ear drums for a minute. She hadn't even been aware that she had yelped in pain. It took a minute, but the ringing finally died down enough Rachel finally could make out conversation again

"...telling mom!" Said the little girl.

Rachel's eyes finally came back into focus too, no longer scrunching from the pain. This little girl was dressed in a fashionable white dress with blue decorations that were fitting for the futuristic world - mostly electronic lights in various child like shapes. She also held, tightly in her arms, a small blue stuffed bunny. She couldn't have been older than 12. She had her brother's cinnamon brown eyes, but violently violet hair.