The Mental Asylum [Training]

There it was. The Asylum hidden from the world in the far back woods where souls never dared to wonder. The lone street that lead to the creepy looking asylum was completely empty, excluding a school bus that drove at a high rate of speed towards the mental home. Unlike other Asylum's this one was abit more important. The worst of the worst prisoners were brought here that were classified as insane. From cannibals, to mutilators, to overall all drug abusing filth that disregarded all life; they were all present. This crowd was the type that was drawn to Jesteria the most. And so they were easy to manipulate. In the bus, the woman would be standing below the sign that specifically said 'Remain seated while the bus is in motion' and would be holding onto a seat while adjusting her makeup in the mirror. Spreading a black colored lipstick across her lips and tying her red hair into a ponytail, the Jester would give a wide smile to herself in the mirror while letting out a series of giggles. She was currently wearing what appeared to be a nice suit with a low cut skirt. On her left breast she had a fake ID that noted she was a correctional officer. The goon driving the car was dressed in a police officer's outfit taking from one of the men they had killed before on a previous date. And in the first seat of the bus, a man was handcuffed and sitting with his head tilted down towards the ground.

As the bus pulled up around the circle that led to the entrance, the three within would keep the engine running and exit it calmly. A guard at the Asylum greeted them at the gates before he opened them. 'What do we have today?' He asked the woman while grabbing the handcuffed man's arm to lead him inside. "Oh just another looney. Originally Ramirez was supposed to bring this one in, but she called out sick. So I'll be taking the lead on this one. I'll get the paper work situated inside." The woman's wide smile towards the guard made him feel alittle uneasy, but it wasn't his job to cross reference everyone that came their way. Leading them inside, they'd come to the front desk, and the cage that locked away the mentally unstable patients from the sane visitors. Once they were in the lobby, the handcuffed man would have suddenly pressed into the man escorting him, and would have swung his arms around his neck, using his handcuffs as a chain to choke him. Jesteria would turn with a look of surprise on her face, as the other goon officer would raise a 'gun' towards the patient and hostage. 'Put him down! Put him down right now! The 'Officer' would yell out, and the woman behind the counter would press a button, causing the gate to open and allow other guards to assist with the problem. As they rushed in, Jesteria suddenly turned around, reaching under her blouse, and removing her trusty handgun. Pulling the trigger, she'd blow the brains out of the woman behind the counter before sliding her foot between the metal bars and keeping the door jarred. "Anyone moves and I'll shoot you twice for good measure!" The maniacal smile she was known for had spread even wider, whole her goon snapped the neck of the guard he was holding, and the other turned his 'gun' on the remaining guards, getting them down on their knees.

Using her katana to keep the door open, Jesteria playfully skipped to one of the guards and removed a large set of keys from his belt. "Thank you, honey bear. Oh shh shhush I won't bite very hard!" She suddenly bit down on the man's ear and ripped it off by force, spitting it to the side and letting the blood drip from her mouth. The man fell to the ground, writhing in pain, as she tossed the keys to the goon with the handcuffs. But by this time, the handcuffs were easily sliding off his wrists and dropping to the ground. They weren't even real to begin with. "So release our new circus acts. Make it swift or you'll end up like our friend behind the counter..hehe.." The goon didn't need to be told twice, as he rushed passed the gates to start unlocking the doors holding the mentally unstable criminals. Meanwhile, Jesteria took a seat in a chair and looked at the man writhing on the floor with a bit off ear. "Ouch. That looks like it REALLY hurts." She spoke in a giggling tone as she suddenly shot his leg and laughed out loud. "Ohh that looks like it hurts even more! HAhahah!"

Several minutes passed and the sound of a stampede could be heard coming towards the gates. Looking at her finger nails, she'd sigh. "Sounds like this is my cue." Pressing herself from her seat, she walked infront of the gate to see the hundreds of 'prisoners' rushing towards her. Raising a gun, and shooting it into the air, it'd cause most of them to stop in their tracks as she smiled. "Prisoners of this corrupt Asylum..Looks like it's time for your early release on good behavior. KreheheheHAHAAH..!" Her maniacal laugh would suddenly stop as she raised her gun and pointed it towards the crowd. "On one condition. You do alittle something for me."

The silence was profound until one man would step forward with a cocky smirk. 'Look broad, we're free now. What's stoppin us from just bumru-" His sentence was cut short from the bullet shooting through his brain at that very moment. Blowing the smoke from the hole as the man's body dropped, she looked towards the rest. "You'll do what I say..and take what I give..and hope it's not..a BULLET." Her voice got serious for a second, before her smile soon reappeared. "Okay nooow..You have your freedom, but for how long? The cops won't be a problem. You all used to handle them so easily..But now, with all these 'heroes' popping their ugly heads around the world..How long do you think you'll really last out there without a sort of..containment plan?" Maybe it was from the gun, or her wittiness, but the people actually began to listen to her. "The answer is..it's not going to last long. Not at all. Unless we do something about them right now. And it's simple..kill them all so any future heroes lose the thought of every becoming one of them. Crush their spirits, so even the 'authorities' don't dare to cross you again. I'm willing to help..Free of Charge, even! If..you listen to my orders.."

The stand off lasted for several minutes. Did they really have a choice in the matter? She was right, after all. She had more experience with dealing with these supers than anyone else. TV showed that, seeing how she publicly put up videos of her torturing, and even killing several. Before one would know it, woman would walk out the front doors with a crowd of white coated prisoners following behind her. With a Katana over one shoulder, and a gun in the other, she led this small army of the unstable to the battlefield with another target in sight. The remaining guards that were in the building were beaten and killed, and each of them had a smile on their face drawn with their own blood. The cameras were shot and destroyed aswell, including the tapes. Over one night..hundreds of mentally ill patients had disappeared. Vehicles belonging to the staff and the school bus was filled to the brink, as they drove towards their first target. Soon, another would soon be broken beneath her reign.

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