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[marismultimuse]

“I don’t know… Maybe you can quit. I’m just scared to try.” Alex said softly. “Especially if people don’t think you care about what’s happening downstairs.”

[mxrkoff]

       “If visiting my ‘sick mother’ isn’t an excuse enough for them, then quitting sure won’t be one either.” He pondered on what to do. Well, as of now he had no other option but to just stay, do his job, and go back to his dormitory without any complaints. “But uh, on a slight change of subject, do you know what exactly they are doing to these patients? Or why?” 

[marismultimuse]

Poor Dion looked so scared… Alex couldn’t blame him, but he wasn’t sure how to make it better. Panic showed on his face as soon as the topic of escape came up. “Don’t… you’ll… they’ll find…” He started to ramble, pulling nervously on the hem of his shit. /Tapped. No matter what we choose./

[mxrkoff]

        “So we just sit here and wait to die… God….” So much for getting a summer job to raise money for his schooling. Well, now he didn’t have to worry about paying back student loans if he was six feet underground. “Well if I can’t leave, how do they think my family will react when they find out they cannot contact their own fucking son? This is ridiculous.”

[marismultimuse]

“I dunno… it’s bad here.” Alex said lamely, hugging himself. His eyes went wide at the other’s words, a hand shooting out to grip his wrist. “Don’t! They might think you’re gonna tell on them and you might… disappear.” He sounded frantic. Though Dion often teased him, the janitor wouldn’t want something bad to happen.

[mxrkoff]

             “So people are just disappearing? Employees?” Great, that was one more shitty thing he needed to add to his list of fears now. There was a slight chance he can fuck up bad enough for them to just murder him on the spot- or even worse, have him end up like the patient he saw struggling on the table with his guts spilled out...              Dion shuttered at the thought, hugging his arms now. “Wait- so you have no intentions on trying to escape, even after knowing what may happen to you?” He tilted his head slightly, “I mean, we are obviously dead just sitting here and doing nothing, might as well try and escape.” 

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[marismultimuse]

Alex was very worried about the other erratic behavior, calming down a little when Dion started to explain. A confused look crossed his face and he tilted his head to one side. “You… you didn’t know?” He’d seen so much blood, had to clean up the mess. He’d thought everyone knew… “It’s awful… I just thought you… that’s why I’m scared of a lot of our coworkers.” He explained.

[mxrkoff]

       “Know what? The killing?” He paused to think about what the hell was happening. Clearly he was out of the loop on what was going on around here and now he wanted to know what he was missing out on. “Why are they doing it? These people did nothing wrong- well, aside from the crimes they committed...” He looked away from Alex and took a seat on his bed. “Shit- I’m quitting tomorrow, going to tell them my mom is sick or something and I need to be there for her...” 

[mxrkoff]

“ Violence among patients is increasing as the Morphogenic Engine Therapy gets closer to producing working models, but a combination of physical and chemical restraints has proven sufficiently effective to assure continued control and profit. “

[marismultimuse]

“… If you’re sure.” Alex said reluctantly, though he knew the infirmary was a less than pleasant place. “What room number?” He could get to almost any room in the building if he knew the number. 

He supported Dion as well as he could all the way to the other’s room and lowering him onto the simple bed. “Drink some water. I’ll get you a paper towel.” He said, bustling about the room. 

[mxrkoff]

          Dion of course didn’t listen and immediately bounced off his bed and started frantically searching around his room. “I’m not talking until I know this place isn’t rigged-” He muttered under his breath, pulling a chair over so he can line the top of his wall with his fingertips to see if there were any small ‘camera’ of any sort. After a few minutes of doing this, Dion decided to quit his little frantic search knowing damn well he is going to find nothing. 

         “Fine-” Dion turned his attention over to Alex. “They’re murdering people here.” He blurted out. 

[marismultimuse]

Alex yelped as the other hurled all over the floor, jerking away to avoid getting vomit on his shoes. He didn’t come to the conclusion that Dion had seen something disturbing, just assuming the guy was sick. He’d been forced to develop a strong stomach in the year he’d worked for Murkoff and tried not to think about it. 

“O-oh my… Can you get up? We need to get you to the infirmary.” He gabled, disentangling himself from the table and grabbing Dion’s arm to help him up. “Don’t worry about the mess; Vincent will clean it up.” He said, half to himself. 

[mxrkoff]

        Dion waved his hand dismissively at Alex, trying to regain his posture. “No no- I’m fine... just help me back to my room...” He used his shirt sleeve to wipe up the remaining mess from around his mouth. He then slightly leaned his weight on Alex as the janitor helped him up. 

      “Trust me. I’ll just explain it to you when we get there.” he whispered, unaware that Alex was already knew of the shit that happened in the asylum- Dion was just oblivious to everything.  

[marismultimuse]

Alex shrugged, not wanting to point out that he’d been so frazzled, he didn’t think he had much of a choice. There was more than one guard who thought it was funny to push someone like the janitor down the stairs or trip him. Who knew if this guy was any different? Alex had been more content to crush on Dion from a distance. 

“Doubt it.” He said quietly, though his natural instinct to take care of people was pricked by how little the other had on his plate and the question itself. “Are you feeling ill?”

[mxrkoff]

          “Just a little-” he held his breath for a second so he wouldn’t gag. What Dion saw only a couple hours before lunch made him rethink his entire reasoning for taking the job. Curiosity got the better of him as he was patrolling the medical wards. He was told not enter any of the actual rooms at all or else he’d lose his job- however losing your job in Murkoff didn’t mean being sent home, it meant being buried in a body bag.       However Dion took the risk, peeking his head into one of the rooms to find one of the most gruesome things he’s ever seen. A man strapped to a table with his guts and entrails pouring out of him- miraculously he was still alive but there was something about the look on his face that look as if he wished he were dead. 

      “I take that back-” he gagged, “I think I’m gonna-” he couldn’t finish his sentence before doubling over and puking right under the table. What an amazing second impression.        Only a few employees starred but they seemed unphased by what just happened, probably common for the ‘newbies’. 

                  “Must be the flu-” he lied, clutching his stomach. 

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[marismultimuse]

“S-sure. Promise.” Alex mumbled. It looked like Dion was back to teasing him, just making him uncomfortable. That was better than grabbing for him. As the other headed off to his station, the janitor rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly, not looking forward to lunch.

He slunk into the cafeteria, sitting near the wall with his shoulders hunched. He usually ate in the staff room, when he could get away with it. Now to wait for Dion…

[mxrkoff]

         The only thing on Dion’s lunch tray was a roll of bread and a water- not exactly the heartiest meal for his job but he was feeling a little too nervous to eat something big. The security guard quickly found the janitor and took a seat across from him. “Didn’t think you’d come-” Dion said, immediately grabbing the roll off his tray and just stared at it.

        He paused and ripped the smallest piece off of it and placed it in his mouth cautiously. “You think Blaire will let me take a sick day...?"

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“That’s n-not funny,” the distressed woman sniffs, her sobs finally quieting down now that her wrists were no longer bound to the wooden surface. She twists them to ease some of the discomfort from all of her squirming and failed attempts to pull free. They bled slightly, coarse rope rubbing the skin raw, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. She’d had worse.

“Th-these big men….” Holding up her hand to emphasize just how big they were, to her memory. It was a bit fuzzy after they knocked her out. God knows how long she’d been hanging there before she even woke up again.

“B-big… and um, nak-ked and they s-said something about a p-priest or something and….” Her voice trails as her vision begins to focus better and she can really see her surroundings. “Is th-this… is this a ch-church?”

[mxrkoff]

       Dion realized maybe his joke went a little too far considering she really did look like she was in pain- plus she was kinda sobbing. The security guard looked around the room and back at the woman. Sure, you could say it was a church but it was so beaten down that it hardly would pass. “Barely.” He replied, digging around in his pockets to find some sort of wrap he can put around her wrists. 

       He eventually found a piece of cloth big enough to be tied around her sore skin. “-Martin? Yeah, that guy just appears and disappears- no one really knows what his deal is...” He then handed her the cloth for her to wrap her wound with. 

[mxrkoff]

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           Dion frowned, looking over at the woman that was standing near him. He barely knew her considering how many employees were working at this God forsaken place- it also didn’t help that he was such a new employee. If only he waited to apply a couple months later, he wouldn't be in the mess he’s in right now. 

          “You know your way around this place? Particularly an exit of some sort.” 

[mxrkoff]

"W-why can't I move?"

       “Looks like it’s your leg- you did fall hard…”         Dion said, investigating the stranger just          by staring at him. He could only assume          his immobility was because of his legs          considering that’s where most of the blood          was coming from. 

[mxrkoff]

that’s dirty

     Sure Dion knew about the experimentation on the inmates shortly after his employment at Mount Massive, but he never actually saw the experimentation rooms before. The walls of the unsterile room were splattered in blood and other bodily materials- organs littered the floors. Around the room were carts filled with different rusted scalpels and tweezers- the doctors here obviously didn’t care about what they were doing. 

           “This is so wrong…” he whispered. 

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