"Grimmuald Patient GD–B13."
The sound echos along the walls of a cell. Shadows cascade like waterfalls along crackles and corners, engulfing the room in semi–Darkness. The void of it pierced by the bright light the suddenly flicks on.
Silence rings around the room of blinding white. The cell walls scribbled along with indecipherable patterns and words. Cracks spiderweb along the concrete walls doing nothing to help the atmosphere surrounding the insane, making a home for those lost within their own worlds.
A scraggly man sits curled in a corner of the room. The only part of it still hidden by shadows, the dirtiest part of the cell dispite the many attempts the doctors make to keep it clean. Tattered sheets pool along the man's legs, his hair pooling around him in long messy and dirty waves. The cleanest bit of the man seems to be them even with how matted they may seem.
The straight jacket wrapped around him a molded grey, once black. Chains hook around his body, holding him together in an imitation of a hug. A mass of inky darkness surrounds the walls along the corner in which he sits in. Almost as if welcoming him into the madness.
"You have a visitor Mr.Black." The sound rings again and the man raises his head. Eyes a dully shining silver–blue pierce the man in front of him, who smiles at him softly. The doctors smile seems to shine like the sheen of light glinting of the reflection of his glasses. Messy black hair falling over his ears and pinned back by a headband. The man's face twitches beneath the silver glinting of his mask, clasped over the bottom half of his face.
The doctor, with his hands in his pocket nods to his patient. With his dark hair sliding down his shoulders to fall at his waist, he pushes himself to stand. The metal clinking loudly as he moves. Silver eyes hold nothing more than a dullness that dims the beautiful colors of his eyes. There is no humanity left within them, there is nothing but void. The doctor turns and holds his arm out for the man to follow him.
The patient follows, bare feet pad against the corridors of white tile. Clean, so clean that it feels painful to look at. Three guards, armed and padded follow behind the patient, holding his arms tightly to keep him moving. His hair sways, looking much more elegant than it should for a man being half dragged, and dressed as he is. It tangles with his chains tugging lightly every now and then. His chains rattle loudly, rumbling over the soft hum of the electrical currents.
The turn hall way after hallway, Neverending and longer than neccassary. Metal doors hiss and buzz loudly as cards swipe and passwords are beeped into the pin lock. Until finally they reached a doorway and the doctor turns back with a wide smile. Hazel eyes glinting joyfully as he pushes open the door.
It's white, like everything else. The room small enough to house visitors on one side and the three guards and him on the other. Its split in two with a large pan of glass, floor to ceiling.
"Miss Lily." The doctor cheers as the man behind gets pulled to the front. The woman on the opposite end of the glass wears a tired out expression. Her fiery red hair glowing underneath the fluorescent lights. The man with his cold eyes stares her down over the edge of his metal mask and through his hair.
The woman's expression turns solemn but she smiles back at the doctor.
"Mr.Potter." Her gaze turns toward the patient, her smile turning down to something pitifully sad. Her expression turns sad, eyes seeming to grow more exhausted and glassy as she stares.
"Sirius" She breaths softly. The patient stares back at her dully, seeming to be looking through her rather than at her. Lily shifts in her spot eyes darting around the room then back to Sirius. Her eyes dart across his face, what she can see before dropping to his clothes and the shackles surrounding him.
"Can we remove his mask just for the visit. Please." She looks to the guards pleasingly. "I don't. I don't think I can stand to see him muzzled like that."
She turns her head to a wall looking queasy.
"Lily–" The doctor starts, looking hesitant.
"Please James." Lily glances back at him and James sighs.
"I don't think it's possible. Sirius is one of our most mentally unstable institutionalized patients. You should be lucky your even allowed to see him." At this lily turns her eyes on the guards.
"Please. Its.." She glances back at Sirius eyes shiny. "It's my last visit before I have to leave. I won't be able to come back." Sirius doesn't move, doesn't even acknowledge the fact he only utters something under the mask that ends up muffled.
"I can barely even talk to him like this." Lily cries motioning towards him and at his mask. One of the guards steps forward hesitant as James waves them forward.
"I'm sorry Miss Lily. Only the Warden has the codes to deactivate his mask." As the guard speaks he steps forward with one hand on his gun holster and the other reaching to adjust Sirius's mask. He fiddles with something at the back of his mask and Sirius's face falls lidded as he blinks sleepily.
"But I'm sure we can allow him to speak with you for a little while." Sirius Blinks at Lily, her eyes glowing with worry as she leans forward to watch the man mess with his mask.
"What are you doing?" She asks, worry and accusation evident in her tone. She narrows her eyes as Sirius slumps forward. The guard steps back.
"I've just readjusted his mask. You should be able to hear him more clearly now." Lily scans over him skeptically.
"Sirius." She tries and Sirius mutters something, far more audible than before. She sighs with relief, leaning forward against the glass to rest her fingers against it.
"Sirius can you speak with me please." Her voice flickers with doubt as Sirius stays slumped over himself. Shoulders hunched and looking any second like he drop to the floor to sleep. His head darts up suddenly and he stares Lily down.
"Moony." He says, Lily's eyes grow sad but she nods.
"He's fine. Alright." Sirius slumps over again and trys to bring a hand up only to remember he's in a straight jacket and and stops struggling against his bonds.
"Where is he?" Lily huffs a breath. She shakes her head disappointed.
"Moony's doing fine Sirius." Sirius makes a sound like a growl. A dog baring it's teeth in anger.
"Not what I asked." Lily stares at him. She clenches her jaw then turns her head and swallows.
"He's.. Moon's been hospitalized." Sirius's expression turns wild in an instant.
"Why? What happened? What did you do?" He sneers. The guards stepforward to restraint him but The doctor holds up his hand whispering to one of the guard who nods.
"I didn't do anything. Why do you always blame me!" She shouts suddenly. Sirius takes a steps forward and Lily sighs, anger leaving her quickly.
"I'm sorry. Moony's fine Sirius. I promise you he's going to be okay. He's just been ill. He'll bounce right back up in a few days, just like he always does." Sirius stills but he still sneers beneath his mask, evident in the way his face stretches and crinkles above it.
"How are you doing?" Lily asks Sirius glares at her with hateful eyes.
"Right sorry. Stupid question." Lily shakes her head eyes falling closed.
"I'm leaving soon." Sirius tilts his head. "Moony says he'll stay." Sirius doesn't say anything. It makes him wonder why she even tries. Sirius will not say anything unless it involves something he wants. It's very prominent in the way he's spoken to her in past visits. Lily looks slightly defeated.
"I don't know what to say to you. It's getting harder as the years go by. I don't know how to talk with you anymore." Her eyes go distant like she's reliving a past memory. Her fingers tremble against the glass and she curls her fingers as she takes a step back from the glass.
"Moony's going to visit you. He promises to when he gets out of the hospital." She stares at Sieius bringing her hand to her chest.
"I'm sorry." She says, a whisper. "I can't do this anymore. I'm leaving Sirius. I just thought I should come and tell you goodbye. This is my final time here. I think it's good for me to move. You barely talk to me anymore. I've lost the only friend I've known since childhood and I can't stand to see him like this anymore." She spirals, her hands flit about her sides as she rants.
"I'm sorry Sirius." She repeats, her eyes growing teary. " I really am. I just. I can't do this any more. We've been trying to help you. Me and Moony. We've been doing as best as we can to help get you out of here Sirius. You just. You won't cooperate with the doctors. You won't talk to me. You won't even stop this charade of being a fucking pyscho! You're not doing anything to help me! And I'm sick of trying to help an unwilling friend!" Lily heaves a breath. Her hand runs to her hair to smooth it back and out of her face.
"You'll get out of here. One day. Soon hopefully. Or you'll rot here and I'm not going to watch that happen." She stares Sirius down something glinting in her eyes before she turns and stalks off. The metal door to the visitors chambers slamming close behind her.
Sirius's head tilts in consideration as he says, "She's not coming back is she." It's not a question, never meant to be. James gives a sigh.
"I don't think so Sirius." Sirius hums as the guards steps forward, three guns aimed at him as the man readjusts the function on his mask. The vibration of the mechanics moving to clamp tighter around his jaw echoing through his skin.
Sirius turns back to his doctor. James stares at him digesting the question in his eyes. "I'll talk to her."
Sirius stares a minute longer then his eyes droop and he slumps forward into the waiting arms of the guards. Hands grip around his biceps and he's dragged away from the visitors room back into his cell to spend the rest of his miserable life until he's free from this hell.
Bells ring throughout the cells. Alarms blaring and red light flashing as footsteps pound across the concrete floors. One cell empty and Gaurds pressed in close on the ground. knocked unconscious, unresponsive to their radios as shouts and yells blare through the static. A body drops from the bars atop the cell falling onto the floor with no grace, a deep contrast to the person who leaps down after it with a gracefulness that only those who grew up around elegance could achieve. Their feet hit the floor softly and glide like silk covered ghost across the padded floors. As they move they're body bends and breaks like a contortionist. Twisting their limbs to reach through the bars to touch the radio.
Blood covered fingers smear along the black plastic. One finger crooks to hold the button as a cold gleeful laugh echos across the room.
"—ere! Can you hear me!?" Dark curls fall into he face of a pale man. Silver eyes glinting like cold metal in the darkness. The red lights don't reach here and such a shame they don't.
"—Sick bastard! I'll kill you if my guards are dead!!" A sigh resonates through the room. The man moving and twisting around body's that litter the floor. Eight to be precise. Four originally then two came in after the first ones dropped and and additional two from the rooftop. He maneuvers his body back into the cell moving to sit among the body's like a kings throne. One leg crosses over the others as his head tilts back, laying among the bodys as if it was one of the unresponsive.
"You're guards should know better by now than to mess with my belongings then Mulciber." A cold voice echos out. Feet pound outside the cell walls echoing in the space. He has about Two minutes before they invade his cell and sedate him.
"Whatever they did," Mechanical whirring starts up. His eyes dart to the metal door. "You deserve it pyscho!" Mulciber shouts over the coms. He hums, as the body's beneath him start to shift beneath his weight, so he sinks into the masses.
"I'd hardly say I deserve being Harassed. " The whirling becomes louder as clicks sound through the room. He sighs against pushing himself to sit up, kicking at the body's that trap his feet. They're not as comfortable as his hammock.
"For what you've done—" the coms cut out. Then the radio clicks.
"Mr.Black was this absolutely neccessary." A voice rumbles from the other side. The contortionist smiles wide as their fingers, red and sticky with blood, grip onto the metal cage of their cell and they move to climb.
"James!" They cheer, voice growing gleeful and teasing. "What are you doing here?" They question, curiously. A wide joyous smile mares their face as they move their legs onto the top of the cage. Standing barefoot as the wires bite into their skin.
"I work here Regulus. You know that." The contortionist pouts eyes falling mockingly sad.
"I don't see you often enough to believe that." He says spinning even with how much pain it brings his feet. Shouts sound out from the other end of the doors. The mechanics click and shift with a hiss as they move to open.
"I can't be with you all the time Reg." James sighs on the other end as Regulus hums.
"You can be with me often though." He announces, world spinning in red as the doors open a crack.
"I have other patients to attend to Regulus. Other tasks to complete. Being with you often entails being your psychiatric doctor or guard. I'm not. The reason for that is no fault but your own." Regulus huffs annoyed.
"You could be. I'd stop. You know that. Just because their stuck up pricks who can't take a joke doesn't mean I should be deprived of my fun." Regulus mutters annoyed. He perks up as the gaurds beneath him start to shift inside his caged cell.
"Your fun depicts seducing our employees. They don't allow patients to have relationships. Especially in a place like this. ." Regulus hums stops his spinning as the guard enter.
"Well I'd love to chat Jamie but I really have to go. Unless you want me to end up hanging by my entrails. In that case I'd love to keep talking so long as your the one pointing the gun." James sighs on the other side of the radio.
"Regulus what would it take to get you to not do this." Regulus freezes. Eyes glued to the gaurds as they shout and surround him. He holds the radio to his ears as his head falls.
"You know exactly what I want James." He whispers hands clenching into fists. James sighs disappointedly on the other line.
"You know that's not going to happen. No matter what you do. He's a very important patient Regulus. Putting you two in the same room would only ruin any progress he'd completed." Regulus scoffs.
"As if he'd managed to progress any into good natured behavior. He's not the only patient stuck in here like that you know." Regulus's head hangs. He ignores the guns and the red laser focus on him.
"I know. There's still no way your going to get what you want Regulus." Regulus giggles, something sharp and maniacal. He lifts his head, eyes shining bright with something crazed as his head spins with thoughts.
"Then I suppose your stuck with me Jamie!" A gun shot sounds and Regulus's shoulder gets hit with a tranquilizer dart. The force throws him off the top of the cage and he goes flying backwards off the cage.
His body slams into the concrete floor and his head immediately pounds with the force of it as his back throbs and the air in his lungs dissapears. There is a blur of color and hands grabbing at him before the world goes entirely dark.
The road the the Black "Grimmuald" Asylum is empty. It's dark and creepy and does everything in its power to seem as ominous and intimidating as possible. The trees are bare, there's a fog settled over the ground doing nothing to help employees find their way home or back. Dispite how clean the roads may seem, they are not maintained and cracks in the asphalt make driving riskier than neccessary. Many a accident have happened on this road.
Visitors just wishing to see a family member, friend or lover. Law enforcement coming to check in on how things are doing. New employees, old employees. Some don't even make it past the first few minutes, their car swerving and the sun when it's up does nothing but blind them even with how many clouds cover the place.
Spikes can be seen in the distance, a menacing building looming over the horizon. Each one different from the next. the only bit of disorganization allowed in such a place. It's like they took the spears of their warriors from ancient times and placed them there as a threat.
Enter, I dare you, for only pain and suffering will be brought upon you.
Its creepy, not to mention very haunting. The roads light up with lights as motion is sensed. A car driving across the road at inhumane speeds, nearly flying over the asphalt in an attempt to get there quicker. With no regard for their life the tires of their vehicles bump against the bottom of the car harshly. The cracks in road do nothing to deter them from swerving off. Potholes and spilts seem almost inconceivable. Behind the wheel sits a man, Carmel blonde Hair curling around his ears and masking Hazel eyes rimmed with golden rings.
His grip on the wheel stays tight. Knuckles turning white and olive in turns. ABBA plays through the speakers, uncomfortably loud as the barren trees fly past the windows, accompanied by distant shadows. The Asylum pulls close enough for its light to become blinding. The tires screech to a hault, sliding on the slippery concrete, leaving tire marks behind in its wake. It's a considerably awful job at picking a parking space but the other cars are also parked haphazardly all over the yard.
ABBA cuts out as the keys leave the ignition. The door opens with a sharp click, and shoes hit the pavement with a tap. The tune of a whistle starts up, a white lab coat shrugged over shoulders. The door slams shut and the gate to the Asylum stands out against the place sharply. A forwarning of what waits beyond.
Dangers and horror untold wait for him. "The gates of hell" It's been called by many.
It does not deter the man, instead he takes long strides forward as his coat flows behind him. The gate creaks as the man presses his hand against the gate. It's not locked, doesn't even look like it has one. The sound is ominous, it sends shivers done many spines when it moves, an echo beckoning the dead to come feast on their newest target.
His heels click against the grounds, hands curled into his pockets and eyes cold but shining. A scar lines itself from the top of his right eyebrow to the left of his collarbone. It ends just as the ink along his skin starts. 'Seren' stretches across his neck, curling as if it were a collar.
He hops up the steps to the entrance, the metal doors clicking open for him before he even reaches the top. He comes to a hault at the top just in front of another doctor. Golden rimmed glasses glinting in the light and a smile sharp and teeth.
"James." His voice rings out, deep with a bored lit. James tilts his head.
"Remus." He says back just as bored. They stare at each other until eventually the man cracks, his lips tilting up tugging on his lip piercing.
"You my tour guide?" Remus asks, an amused tilt to his monotonous voice. James laughs, a smile stretching the skin of his cheeks. He shakes his head turning to head inside. Remus takes in the interior as the move through.
"More than. I'll be showing you around and inform you on anything and everything you need to know." Remus stares at him.
"So my tour guide."
"I'm also the person how could get you fired Remus and on the first day. Mind your tongue." Remus just rolls his eyes fondly and steps through. The halls seem to stretch endlessly, mazes of sterilized white title and florescent lights. James stops them at the reception desk.
"This is Madam Pince, She's in charge of seeing everyone through. In and out. There are guards stationed around to come in if anything gets too aggressive or if somebody's where they shouldn't be." James stops and holds out his hand to the woman behind the counter. She clacks away at her computer but without looking takes his thumb and pushes it into an ink stamp then turns to grab a paper to push it down. She turns away from her computer completely to grab a pen and scribble a time, date and name along the top. She then turns her eyes on Remus and without waiting to be told he holds his hand out to her at a lift of her brow.
Remus watches as she takes his hand and instead of putting it in an ink stamp pricks him with a weird little device the draws his blood and smears the blood onto an important looking piece of paper. Remus looks back at James confused.
"New visitors will normally just get a card with their name and picture on it. New employees, depending one where they're stationed have to get blood drawn as a way to key into the database to know who exactly is employed." Remus lifts a brow.
"And what about old employee's? What do they do when they retire?" James gives him a look and Remus feels a chill crawl down his spine at what it asks. Retire? Like he's mocking Remus' words and would be laughing again if he could.
"Here you go." Remus's hand gets slapped with a piece of plastic. He curls his fist around his ID and Madam Pince snatches out to grab his wrist in a tight grip. Her nails dig into his skin and she stares at him with cold and terrifying eyes.
"Don't. Loose it. " She says sharply. Remus knows that's the only warning he'll get. He kinda wants to loose it on purpose. Just to see what happens. He debates internally as James nudges him with his shoulder and he follows behind him.
"I'll be showing you to the more neutral folk of the town." Remus snorts.
"I'll never get over how much you talk like an old man." James throws a playful glare over his shoulder.
"We'll start with the more recluse patients who have a better chance of going home than most and work ourselfs to intensive care."
"Ah the pyschos." Remus nods. He nudges James shoulder with a grin. "What's it say about me if I can get one of them to leave within my first year here?" James stares at him blankly. Remus shrugs with a smug little grin.
He turns his head forward, eyes taking in the walls around him, making a mental map of what will practically be his home for the rest of his life.