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DISCOVERY DATE: 06/12/2012

RECOVERY DATE:: 07/12/2012

RECOVERY STATUS: HOSTILE, PACIFIED WITH FORCE

ASSIGNED STAFF: DRS. ITOSHI, MANFELD, REYNOLDS

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The cells were a lot better than they could have been. When you mention the word 'cell' people tend to think of stark, barren rooms with bars and all that jazz. Actually the ones here are kind of nice. For jail cells. A heavy steel door isolates me from the rest of the wing, with the numbers '289' emblazoned across the front. Inside I've been allowed to personalize a little, with my bed stuffed in a corner and the books I've been allowed to read stacked up around it. I made a beeline to the bed, my own little retreat in times of stress.

It's kind of pathetic, if one thinks about it too much. I'm more than capable of escaping if given a chance, but...I can't bring myself to unless it's the mask talking. I touch it again, then bring my hand away as quickly as I can. I need to stop doing that. Trying to distract myself from my thoughts I scoop up a book and curl up under the many sheets after the guards remove my bindings and lock the door, reading quietly as the motion-detector lights turn off. Oh well, I like it better in the dark.

'What are you doing?' A voice asked, a voice all too familiar. I closed my book and pushed the sheets down to see a nude person, his body thin and fingers long. Patterns of black and gray play across his body, like two waves running into each other. He traces the door with his long, bony fingers before turning to me. 'Fooling about with those books while we could be escaping?'

"Fuck off." I murmured, glaring at the creature. "I want nothing to do with you, you know that."

'But I want everything to do with you. You'd push my love away?' He approached, sitting on the edge of the bed and touching the mask. I recoiled quickly, pressing myself against the cold wall of the cell.

"You don't love me. You never have and never will. I don't think you're even capable of knowing what the feeling means."

'How cruel can you be?' It said, crossing its legs and looking away from me. Its hair, long and a deep violet like my own, twitches in the still air. 'I give you all I can, including my form and my mind, and you push me away like some hateful whore.'

"Just shut up, okay?" I grumble, gesturing with my book. "We're not going to escape. Get the fuck over it."

'Oh, we will. In time. You and I, husband and wife.'

"What's with your fucking husband and wife fantasy? What makes you think I'd be even remotely interested in you?" It looked at me, a knowing smile spreading across its thin face. Its black eyes stared directly into my own, sending an involuntary shudder down my spine.

'I think you are denying portions of yourself.' It whispered. In a moment of fury I threw my book at it, causing it to vanish when it would have been struck. For a long while I simply sat there, trembling, as my anger slowly abated. Calm yourself, focus yourself. It was obviously trying to get to me, so why was I so bothered? Normally when he showed up I didn't get half as angry. I began trembling, gently at first but steadily worsening. No. It couldn't remain, and I had to kill it. I had to be rid of it before it did something horrible.

Fuck it, fuck this. My hands flew to the mask, one hand lifting the straps at the back of my head off and the other pulling it away. At first I felt nothing aside from the rush of cool air on my face and the ease of breathing, but almost immediately it began screaming in my head. Horrible, terrible curses and insults and howling shrieks filled my ears, and pain unlike anything before flashed through my body. Worse than _ever_before. I knew it was fighting back, but the only way I could rid myself of it was to kill it, kill it off before it kills me.

I must have started screaming at some point, because the door thumped open and the guards were there in an instant, along with one of the doctors. I struck out at one of them, I don't know why, but the pain kept me from morphing my claws out completely. The doctor was shouting something at me but I couldn't hear him through its furious screams and curses, and I couldn't respond through the pain. I knew what they were doing, though, forcing my tormentor back into the room with me. I tried to escape as best I could but the guard was far too fast for me.

I tried.

God, did I try.

Please. Save me. I can't get away from him.