[Jacob]

It had been a long day, the sun was slowly sinking into the horizon, casting a flourish of yellow and orange colours into the sky. As the Guard exited out of the institution he cracked his neck, rolling his head and moving it from side to side. Today had been a long and eventful day for Corain. First of all the patients on their way to the 'Chair' had screwed around, injuring two Doctors and damaging one of the lights on the walls. They needed to be sorted out and then the Guards who were changing shifts got stuck in the lift. Being one of the stronger men on patrol that day was one of the disadvantages, as he was forced to help the team of technicians and use all his might to actually pull the stranded employee's out. The children on two of the Wards had become increasingly ill, ironicly these kids were also the ones who were slowly starting to be cured of their mental state. Corain shook his head slowly in frustration, walking towards the staff quaters, his cattle prod equipped to his leg. His white uniform made him stand out in the bland, dark enviroment. If he were anywhere else he would have been killed years ago, thankfully he was in one of the many Orkhid compounds that protected its employee's, employers and guests from outside attacks. The entire area was guarded. 7 mile, 19 foot electric-mesh fences gave a good sense of security, as did the watch towers which held two snipers in each. There was five of these towers, four on the corners of the fence and one in the middle. The work building was a large white block of bricks and breeze-blocks. It didn't look much from the outside, but on the inside the technology which was kept was immensly advanced. The main block was a labratory and research center. The building went underground for around 2-3 floors. Then under that was another 3 floors which consisted of the defect children. Born with disabilities such as insanely-violent attitudes or personality disorders which kept them from killing. Other 'defects' were disabled children and black children. Many experiments were tested on these Orkhids, such as bleaching of the skin and mechanical legs, arms etc. However, if the Doctors consider the child to be too 'far gone' the creature is killed instantly and thrown into the disposel unit and forgotten by the entire Orkhid society who knew about it. A good 10-15 metres away however was the living quaters of the employee's and employers. They were round greyish capsules, each capable of containing 4-5 residents. There were alot of these, an incountable number infact. But, as usual, all was secured with security cameras and swipe cards to get in and out. Orkhids were known for their sadisticness, however, nothing was ever mentioned about their paranoia and cautiousness.
Yawning the 29 yr old headed towards his capsule. He was sharing it with two other Guards. A female and another male. He enjoyed their company, but hardly ever saw them as when he came off his shift, those two went on. The only quality time they were able to spend together was when they were all off on the weekend or bank holiday.
*Crechk*
The sound of some creatures foot been dragged on the floor halted the tired Orkhid in his tracks. He knew of no-one who got off at the same time as him tonight. Most were working and all the Orkhids who were changing shifts would have already been in the building. Sniffing the air, Corain could smell some sort of burning and chemical scent alike. It was a strange smell, like Sulphur, but more smokey. Slowly Corain turned to face the direction in which it was coming from. His dark blue eyes dilating as the sky slowly darkened. Upon turning he saw the figure of another Orkhid, a possible adult, enveloped in the black shadow of a nearby building. He was a good 2-3 inches bigger than himself.

Corain: "Who are ya? What ya want?"

The figure never spoke, but seemed to giggle. The sillouette gave some distinct clues, such as shoulder length hair and big boots. But that was all.

Corain: "Well...? Ya gonna speak?"

Slowly he reached for his black cattle prod. Grasping hold of the handle, he tugged it from its holster which was strapped to his leg and squeezed the trigger back. A sharp 'Zzzizzz' erupted from the silver tipped ends as a string of blue electricity leaped from prod to the other.

Figure: "You were good at using that...Especially when the recievers were children."

The armed Orkhid scoffed at the calming voice and took a step backwards.

Corain: "I dont know what ya on about, mate. I 'ant used this on any sprog."

The head of the figure seemed to tilt back as it laughed once more. Amazed by such an answer.

Figure: "Now come. You think i wouldn't remember? You think i would just allow you to use me in such away and then disappear with all the rest of the bodies you and your pals threw me in with?"

The brow of Corain narrowed, he had no idea who this being was and didn't really like his attitude. Accusing him of such things, it was proposterous.

Corain: "Now, i dont know who ya are, mate. But if ya trying to spook me, it wont work. Ya hear me?"

Figure: "Why dont you use it on me one more time, eh? Go on...lets see if you still get pleasure from it."

Stepping forwards the figure smirked. The sunlight showing half of its face, the top half. And although Corain couldn't see its mouth, he knew it was smiling because of the glint it had in its eyes. The bluey-purple eyes.

Figure: "Come on...i wont hurt you. Im a pansy according to you, unworthy of living."

Lunging forwards with his right arm outstretched, the cattle prod active, Corain attempted to stop the lies this ignorant bastard was spewing. A small laugh escaped the lips of the figure however, as it stepped to the side and grasped Corain' armed arm with its pale right hand. Its other hand in turn formed into a fist and with a brief movement the figure had punched Corains elbow from below, snapping it and causing it to hang in a awkward fashion. A sharp gasp of pain escaped Corains lips, his cattle prod dropping to the dusty earth.

Corain: "You f*ck, who are ya!? Eh!? What do ya want!?"

He staggered backwards, clutching his elbow and trying to keep it level with his upper arm.

Figure: "I am shocked Corain...really, i am. After all you have done for me...Ahem...to me. Tell me, just out of interest, are you still forcing the children to fight? To steal? To su..."

As it drew to the end of the sentence, the voice had become distraught and angered. Almost as if it was pained by saying such things...

Corain: "STOP IT, STOP IT!! WHO THE F*CK ARE YA!?!"

Slowly the attacker bent down and picked up the weapon Corain attacked him with. It ran its fingers down the steel neck, over the prods.

Figure: "To think, i actually feared this weapon...Heh."

By now the figures voice had regained its calm composure and Corain was getting more and more annoyed, frustrated and fearful.

Figure: "I doubt you have ever been on the recieving end of one of these..."

Its voice was inquisitive and yet saddened.

Corain: "You better go, you wont last long. As soon as the Guards notice that i haven't returned they will send out a search party. You'll be found and killed..."

His voice was shakey, quivering. This never even phased the attacker who quickly shoved the prod into Corains stomach and switched it on, sending a sharp jolt of electricity through his skin and into his internal organs. The Orkhid cried out in pain and dropped to his knees, gasping for breath.

Figure: "Hmmmm..."

*Shwoosh*
After pulling the prod away from Corains stomach, he then swung it towards his face. The metal connected with Corains jaw, making a sudden cracking sound as it hit. Corains head was thrown back, blood spurting from his mouth.

Figure: "God, this is boring. I dont even see how you could get pleasure from such an act."

Its voice was full of distaste and it slowly crouched down to be even with Corain. Eye to eye. And that is when the Guard realised...realised whom his attacker was and why he was doing such things.

Corain: "A-Alesh..."

His speech was slurred and blood drippled from the left corner of his mouth. Before he could finish what he was about to say, the figure stooped up and kicked him in the chest, forcing him to fall backwards onto his back. He then walked around and grabbed hold of his victims longish brown hair with his right hand and pulled him across the ground. Towards the shadows of the many huts.

Figure: "However, this next act...Heh...I pressume this, will be VERY pleasurable."

As he took Corain towards the shadows his free hand fumbled with his belt, slowly undoing the buckle to his trousers.

Figure: "Since you, obviously, cannot speak...I'll pressume your a bottom...Heheheheheh..."

And with those last words, Corain was devoured by the shadows. And had done to him, as he had done to others...

(OOC: Can you guess whom the attacker is!? Go on...REPLY!! REPLY DAMN YOU!! (Also, comments on how i can improve will be greatly appreciated!!))