Raegyne's Arrival

[Raegyne Paige]

Raegyne Alice Paige sighed as she was led to the dark carridge by two burly men, one at each arm. Her clothes were tattered from running for so long and from falling down multiple times. Rae glared at the man on her left. He was gripping her arm much to tightly. Did he not see the fresh cuts there?

My blood will be on his hands, she thought bitterly. Who knows what sort of diseases he is carrying on those disgusting hands.

"Darling, don't worry!" Rae turned her head and saw Victor and Natalie standing behind her at the entrance of thier house. Natalie was dabbing her eyes with a hankerchief, while Victor stood behind her short frame, glaring at Rae. Rae knew those eyes. Those were his bloodthirsty eyes; the eyes he wore when he beat her. Rae's lips curled up into a devilish sneer, intended for Victor. He narrowed his eyes. Rae spit at him with all her might, the wad of saliva and phelm landing on its target with finesse. Victor shrieked as he wiped the slime off of his face.

"Get her OUT of here!" he cried.

The men dragged Rae, who was laughing hysterically, across the lawn and shoved her into the carridge. Once inside she began to scream and buck in her seat. The men held her down. One told the driver to go, and they were off. The ride took approximately twenty minutes, the whole time in which Rae shrieked and thrashed. The carridge came to a stop and the doors opened. Rae was blinded by the light coming through the door. It wasn't sunny outside, but a white fog encased the carridge. It wouldn't be bright to any normal person, however, Rae had spent the whole ride with her eyes squeezed shut, so even the tiniest light would have bothered her.

She was thrown from the carridge and landed on her already bruised hands and knees. The self-inflicted cuts on her arm were bleeding from the trauma they experienced during the ride. Her short dark hair was matted with blood and mud.

Rae rolled back onto her knees and looked up at the sky.

Where the hell am I?

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"Oh look" said a gaunt man with a wicked grin "A filthy rat playing in the mud" he said in a soft, high voice. Long clawlike fingers snared about her blood-soaked hair "I think we need to catch this rat and teach her dirty behind a nice lesson. And what is a girl like you doing lying out here in the rain?"

Doctor Bramsfield drew back with repose, withdrawing her fingers from within her tangles of hair with difficulty, long nails snagging on the last few tendrils. His emerald eyes searched her face, looking for a further sign of madness in the girl, as though he hadn't already seen enough of it. "What a stupid young girl you are" he laughed bitterly, lips curled into a bitter sneer

[Raegyne Paige]

He called me a rat! Rae thought angrily as the man laughed at her. She stared up at him, fury in her eyes when he called her stupid, and she stood up to be at his level.

"I am not stupid," she growled. She looked around her, but saw nothing but the fog. She could smell the mud and the blood that covered her, and she could only imagine what she looked like. People would think she was crazy. Just like Victor. He told Rae and many others that she was crazy all the time, but that was just to make the truth seem like lies. The truth that Victor would beat her.

"Where am I? Who are you?" she asked warily.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"This is The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls" he said with pride and joy, his chest nearly swelling at the mere title of his grand institution. "Dear girl, you're here because you MUST be here. You're mad. Insane, even. You do not deserve to exist in the public eye. You shame womanhood everywhere. As if women were not worthless enough as it was!" He laughed spitefully.

He hooked a pair of manacles about the girl's wrists and a collar around her neck, tugging it until it snared close enough to her neck to consttrict her flesh, but not enough to block her windpipe nor hinder her breathing. "Now, do follow me. Although I'm quite sure you won't find another option around here"

[Raegyne Paige]

Rae glared at the doctor as he chained her. She was not insane.

"I'm not insane," she whispered. "I'm not."

Tears welled in her eyes as she listened to the man talk about how women were useless. She composed herself and decided she was going to comply with the program. She was going to prove she wasn't insane. She had heard many things about asylums from people on the street. Things about leeches, and chains. Medications. Rae didn't need that stuff. Do I?

She followed the doctor towards the doors of the asylum.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

Once inside, he tugged her forward and up a grand staircase past the well-decorated foyer and into an upper hallway, all of which was the Doctor's personal entertainment complex. Here, within these halls, he hosted numerous guests during their stay within the facilities.

"My dear, you are quite insane. The first stage is denial" he chuckled "There is no use rejecting our diagnosis, for it is correct and you will be treated indefinitely. Now. Sit." He commanded as they entered a grand and well-lit office, in which he sat behind his dark oak desk covered with organized papers and files. He made sure his personal chaser was watching before continuing to ensure his security with the unmanned woman as his guest

[Raegyne Paige]

Rae followed the doctor up the staircase, trying to keep her head high. She saw no one around her as she was led into the upper hallway.

"My dear, you are quite insane. The first stage is denial" He then laughed at her, making her blood boil. They entered a room that was brighter than the rest of the asylum. "There is no use rejecting our diagnosis, for it is correct and you will be treated indefinitely. Now. Sit."

She sat and watched the doctor for further instructions.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"Now. Name, age, date of birth?" He asked witha condescending sneer "that is, if you can even recall these details, the way your mind seems to have rotted during your short and meaningless life."

His eyes were emerald fire, pits of unatturally deep hatred stemming far back into his childhood. She looked oddly enough like his mother. Maybe it was the way she acted, having rolled around in the mud just as she had oft done after losing her sanity when he moved out and her husband died. She bore no physical resemblance, and her face was reallly the far opposite of the heavyset, mousy woman who could hardly have struggled in the chains as much as any other weakened inmate.