Rogue Kitsune
The One And Only
From my book: Inside Melting Marble Asylum
Desc: The building is tall and old-fashioned, with gothic architecture. They say it is for the criminally insane, or maybe they are just misunderstood. No matter the reason or justification, this place has some stories lurking in the dark.
A collection of short stories, featuring inside life at Melting Marble Asylum. The same place that houses villains like Erik Kosen, O.T Madman, Dastik, and more. It is quite a newfangled adventure. The only question is, are you ready to explore?
Part 1
The rain was pouring so hard, she could not see one foot in front of her. As she drove her vehicle, lightning flashed, completely blinding her view of sight. She could not even tell if she was still on the road at this point. Fearfully, it could be only a matter of time before she crashed her car and got hurt. Autumn is her name. She is a frightened girl from Connecticut, fleeing a broken marriage with an abusive husband. She came near San-Jeffo City, New Mexico - a new city that sprang up after World War 3 - as a means of laying low; she could not find the city due to the storm.
The wind picked up as the rain sprayed her car from the side, trees were barely visible, and their shadowy figures swayed in the wind. This happened to all occur in the middle of Hurricane Watson, which came in from the coast, ripping across the landscape with storms almost as violent as the hurricane itself. Autumn tried veering around a large portion of broken branches as she tried to continue driving. The snapping noise sounded like gunfire as a tree began to give way from one side of the road. With the combination of the blinding lightning and roaring water and wind, the girl's vision was obscured, and her hopeless journey ended with a jolt as her car struck the fallen tree and the airbag went off.
This was not good. Autumn tried calling the police in hopes that someone could come and help her, but she was not in range of any cell towers, and therefore had no service. Frantically, she took the only risk she could, and used her sweater to wrap her valuables in so they would not get wet. She exited her car, using her own arm to shield her face. She could barely see as she adjusted her glasses and began pushing her shivering body through the massive, relentless storm. All hope was not lost as lightning illuminated a large compound with a lurking building on top of the hill. The front gate was locked, but the storm had blasted a holed in the fence nearby. Autumn ultimately decided that entering this building may be her only hope for survival. She needed shelter to protect herself until the storm finally passed. She carefully tried fitting through the hole in the fence, cutting her arm on a protruding fence wire in the process. She had to ignore the pain for now as she was nearly in safety's reach. She ran across the garden of the location as she got under cover of the front overhand, banging on the large double doors. She was drenched in water as she waited for an answer.
One of the two doors opened and a woman dressed like a receptionist stood there. Autumn did not really need to explain herself as the storm of the century exploded behind her and she already looked positively troubled. The woman frowned, showing passionate concern for the damsel in distress standing before her. "Oh, you poor soul, do come in."
Autumn entered the building, trying to make sense of her surroundings as the doors were then sealed. She looked at the front desk, seeing not far behind it was a large clock, clicking away with each second that passed by. The floor had a red carpet lined with yellow, almost seeming royal. There was an overpass wrapping around the room above, suspended by columns and guarded by a barred glass. Autumn had no recollection of ever being witness to such a uniquely designed location. The receptionist clapped her hands loudly, causing a stir from down the hallway. Soon, much to Autumn's surprise, a capuchin monkey ran into the room, stopping next to the receptionist. The woman used sign language to communicate with the animal before it ran away again. Autumn stared at the receptionist with a questioning expression. The receptionist turned to her and bowed. "Forgive me, I forgot to explain your current situation. Welcome to Melting Marble Asylum for the criminally insane."
Autumn felt her heart skip a beat at the name of the building she had taken refuge in. The reception quickly objected to her sudden expression of discomfort. "There is nothing to fear! Everyone is locked safely in their cells! There is no reason to fret. Weasly! Hurry up!"
The monkey, who must be Weasly, hurried back into the lobby, chattering in his capuchin language as he dragged a large towel and first aid kit behind him. He hopped up on the counter and drop the items next to the receptionist before going up on his hind legs and chittering once more. The receptionist took a small wafer out of her pocket and gave it to the creature, the monkey then running off with the food, vanishing in the halls.
Autumn silently watched the monkey leave before looking at the receptionist with nervous eyes. The receptionist handed her a towel and she gladly accepted it, using it to dry herself off. The receptionist used the kit to tend to her cut on her arm, wrapping it safely after applying disinfectant. Autumn thanked the receptionist with a small nod of appreciation. "The storm will not cease until morning," the receptionist said.
Autumn sat down in a waiting chair in the lobby when she heard this. She was not sure if she were to go anywhere. She just rubbed her hands together to keep warm. The asylum had a mysterious atmosphere and was unexpectedly reserved. The quiet felt almost comforting to her and she looked out a window, seeing the rain pour. Sadly, her moment of relief was ripped away from her as a loud chime cut through the room. It seemed to have emitted throughout the asylum. A voice followed it, addressing through speakers mounted near the ceiling in each area of the asylum. "Attention asylum personnel. The worst of the storm is about to hit us and we may be experiencing some power shortages. Please direct the guards to each room for precautions. We will be activating the emergency power switch in case we are faced with complete power ou-"
The intercom cut out as the lights flickered after lightning struck, the room suddenly being devoured in darkness. Autumn hugged herself out of fear as she heard the receptionist curse under her breath and go to lock the lobby down. After a few moments, entrancing red light filled the room and the other hallways. The emergency power must have been activated. The receptionist locked the front doors before crossing the room and hiding the key in a metal box. Autumn felt safe again now that emergency power had turned back on. What she was about to learn though, was that the short power outage gave someone enough time to unlock their cell. The intercom came back on. "Attention asylum personnel. Please remain calm. An inmate has escaped cell 318. He is not armed but could be considered dangerous. Dispatch a guard to each sector and use force if necessary. To those whom it may concern, lock your office doors from the inside and wait for my command. You will be safe until further notice."
Autumn looked to the receptionist as there were no offices for them to lock themselves inside of.
End of Part 1
Desc: The building is tall and old-fashioned, with gothic architecture. They say it is for the criminally insane, or maybe they are just misunderstood. No matter the reason or justification, this place has some stories lurking in the dark.
A collection of short stories, featuring inside life at Melting Marble Asylum. The same place that houses villains like Erik Kosen, O.T Madman, Dastik, and more. It is quite a newfangled adventure. The only question is, are you ready to explore?
Part 1
The rain was pouring so hard, she could not see one foot in front of her. As she drove her vehicle, lightning flashed, completely blinding her view of sight. She could not even tell if she was still on the road at this point. Fearfully, it could be only a matter of time before she crashed her car and got hurt. Autumn is her name. She is a frightened girl from Connecticut, fleeing a broken marriage with an abusive husband. She came near San-Jeffo City, New Mexico - a new city that sprang up after World War 3 - as a means of laying low; she could not find the city due to the storm.
The wind picked up as the rain sprayed her car from the side, trees were barely visible, and their shadowy figures swayed in the wind. This happened to all occur in the middle of Hurricane Watson, which came in from the coast, ripping across the landscape with storms almost as violent as the hurricane itself. Autumn tried veering around a large portion of broken branches as she tried to continue driving. The snapping noise sounded like gunfire as a tree began to give way from one side of the road. With the combination of the blinding lightning and roaring water and wind, the girl's vision was obscured, and her hopeless journey ended with a jolt as her car struck the fallen tree and the airbag went off.
This was not good. Autumn tried calling the police in hopes that someone could come and help her, but she was not in range of any cell towers, and therefore had no service. Frantically, she took the only risk she could, and used her sweater to wrap her valuables in so they would not get wet. She exited her car, using her own arm to shield her face. She could barely see as she adjusted her glasses and began pushing her shivering body through the massive, relentless storm. All hope was not lost as lightning illuminated a large compound with a lurking building on top of the hill. The front gate was locked, but the storm had blasted a holed in the fence nearby. Autumn ultimately decided that entering this building may be her only hope for survival. She needed shelter to protect herself until the storm finally passed. She carefully tried fitting through the hole in the fence, cutting her arm on a protruding fence wire in the process. She had to ignore the pain for now as she was nearly in safety's reach. She ran across the garden of the location as she got under cover of the front overhand, banging on the large double doors. She was drenched in water as she waited for an answer.
One of the two doors opened and a woman dressed like a receptionist stood there. Autumn did not really need to explain herself as the storm of the century exploded behind her and she already looked positively troubled. The woman frowned, showing passionate concern for the damsel in distress standing before her. "Oh, you poor soul, do come in."
Autumn entered the building, trying to make sense of her surroundings as the doors were then sealed. She looked at the front desk, seeing not far behind it was a large clock, clicking away with each second that passed by. The floor had a red carpet lined with yellow, almost seeming royal. There was an overpass wrapping around the room above, suspended by columns and guarded by a barred glass. Autumn had no recollection of ever being witness to such a uniquely designed location. The receptionist clapped her hands loudly, causing a stir from down the hallway. Soon, much to Autumn's surprise, a capuchin monkey ran into the room, stopping next to the receptionist. The woman used sign language to communicate with the animal before it ran away again. Autumn stared at the receptionist with a questioning expression. The receptionist turned to her and bowed. "Forgive me, I forgot to explain your current situation. Welcome to Melting Marble Asylum for the criminally insane."
Autumn felt her heart skip a beat at the name of the building she had taken refuge in. The reception quickly objected to her sudden expression of discomfort. "There is nothing to fear! Everyone is locked safely in their cells! There is no reason to fret. Weasly! Hurry up!"
The monkey, who must be Weasly, hurried back into the lobby, chattering in his capuchin language as he dragged a large towel and first aid kit behind him. He hopped up on the counter and drop the items next to the receptionist before going up on his hind legs and chittering once more. The receptionist took a small wafer out of her pocket and gave it to the creature, the monkey then running off with the food, vanishing in the halls.
Autumn silently watched the monkey leave before looking at the receptionist with nervous eyes. The receptionist handed her a towel and she gladly accepted it, using it to dry herself off. The receptionist used the kit to tend to her cut on her arm, wrapping it safely after applying disinfectant. Autumn thanked the receptionist with a small nod of appreciation. "The storm will not cease until morning," the receptionist said.
Autumn sat down in a waiting chair in the lobby when she heard this. She was not sure if she were to go anywhere. She just rubbed her hands together to keep warm. The asylum had a mysterious atmosphere and was unexpectedly reserved. The quiet felt almost comforting to her and she looked out a window, seeing the rain pour. Sadly, her moment of relief was ripped away from her as a loud chime cut through the room. It seemed to have emitted throughout the asylum. A voice followed it, addressing through speakers mounted near the ceiling in each area of the asylum. "Attention asylum personnel. The worst of the storm is about to hit us and we may be experiencing some power shortages. Please direct the guards to each room for precautions. We will be activating the emergency power switch in case we are faced with complete power ou-"
The intercom cut out as the lights flickered after lightning struck, the room suddenly being devoured in darkness. Autumn hugged herself out of fear as she heard the receptionist curse under her breath and go to lock the lobby down. After a few moments, entrancing red light filled the room and the other hallways. The emergency power must have been activated. The receptionist locked the front doors before crossing the room and hiding the key in a metal box. Autumn felt safe again now that emergency power had turned back on. What she was about to learn though, was that the short power outage gave someone enough time to unlock their cell. The intercom came back on. "Attention asylum personnel. Please remain calm. An inmate has escaped cell 318. He is not armed but could be considered dangerous. Dispatch a guard to each sector and use force if necessary. To those whom it may concern, lock your office doors from the inside and wait for my command. You will be safe until further notice."
Autumn looked to the receptionist as there were no offices for them to lock themselves inside of.
End of Part 1
