Asylum

The back doors of a semi-truck's trailer swing open, the patient with Nails (XO) looking inside, the cat-thing sitting on top of the patient's head.

Nails - "Jesus.  What do you want for it ?"

They give him a look.

She follows the cat down the street, the passersby ignoring with everyone's head down, traffic alongside stopping for a red at the crosswalk.  With a sudden ring of its bell it leaps for the roof of a car as the light turns green.

Shocked and annoy, she watches it tear off fast and runs for the pickup ahead with a side rollover into the back. 

As the driver's gaze meanders to the side, she peeks over the top and spots the cat-thing ahead sitting calmly as the terrible driver beneath sways through the traffic as though needing to get somewhere unlike everyone else.

The truck to speed with the rest of the freeway traffic, she pulls herself to the roof, swerving the driver in response with a slight tail ward swing to boost her onto the next car's roof.

The driver looks up as the sickle pierces the dent her landing made, then back as he almost hits the car in front of him to which she leaps that short distance.  One to the next, flashes of the driver in the nightclub, watching, leering as she dances.

Until his roof caves in, an arm turns the wheel suddenly to swerve.  As it flips she leaps with the cat thing at her side to the trucks top ahead, landing with a low crouch.  A driver who thought he saw her look along its edge sees nothing.

She stalks low for the cab with the cat thing, the scene painting out with a black spray.  The truck pulls away from Nails' garage painted perfectly matte black.

She smiles at the cat circling on the passenger seat before down to sleep, blows the horn twice like a toy, then notices the girly pic on the wall behind the cat and tosses it out the window.
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As the Canon Club burns with no fire department coming ~

Kid in the back - "I did sneak in.  I climbed the high tower when the owners were in their tunnels, they have habits.  Rode the elevator down and when it opened I played a broken girl.  The security seemed unsurprised."

Teacher - "Jesus."

Kid - "Hm."

Teacher - "What did you do ?"

Kid - "Drank.  Danced.  Asked people questions.  Got answers."

Teacher - "Alright you.  We swap desks for the day.  Tell us everything."  He walks to her desk and motions to his, she realizes he's not kidding.  He works his way into her desk and notices the carvings ... a look.

Kid - Drawing the floor plan on the chalkboard, "Okay, the people come in here.  The main floor used to be the main church, stage was the pulpit, the back room where the preacher slept."  She looks back at the two girls, "Now it's where they perform the sacrifices."

The teacher's hand goes up.

Kid - "What is it rapscallion."

Teacher - "Did you see the sacrifices ?"

Kid - "I saw one."

The two up front stare ...

One - "What ... what did they do ?"

Two - "Was it gruesome ?"

Kid - "Very."  She goes on drawing the map, "The elevator they installed but behind it, are stairs that go down."

One - "Did you go ?"

Kid - "I peeked.  But I got a bad vibe."

They snicker.

Teacher - "What did you see ?"

Kid - "Hell.  It looked like Hell."

...

Teacher's hand goes up ~

Kid - "The whelp in the back.  You have a question ?"

Teacher - "Yes Ms Ingrate.  Was it like a Christian Hell or a ... "

Kid - "Buddhist."

Teacher - "Damn."

One - "Are ... are you okay ?"

Kid - A smile with a tear, "Not really."

Teacher - "Alright.  Let's swap back."

Kid - "okay"

The beast walks the asylum wreckage at night, the book under arm.  He pokes around for the spot and punches through a leftover floor, crashing down into a room below.

Around at the darkness preserved, he spits a flame to a torch on the wall.  The flame sucked their oxygen out, contorting them in their sins, last gasps for air frozen in time, clutching whatever their prize.

He really can't help but appreciate the artistry.  In back a vault door framed by the hopeless attempting to open in time, hands still clutching its wheel.  The grasp of his claws around it's spines, the body pulls up a bit as it turns before it falls over, loosing its grip to the floor.

He pulls it open hard as the patient's truck blasts down the road, apparently chasing a small car, flashes of dancing in the club, this driver among the worst.  She pulls alongside ... a bump.

The car spins into flips through the traffic, a body slumps out.  The truck turns out its lights and takes a side road.  Past the vault door the beast walks a long tunnel into darkness, he closes the book.

Overground a distance ahead, the town's hospital while in the night the asylum inmates show their fangs.  They leave the asylum's overground facade, stalking the townsfolk here and there and into the alleyways.

But there's a thing about the way they move.  These were not made to kill loudly but quietly.  They share the beast's fangs but not his disposition.  One to the next and clearing a path, a leader holds up a hand and waits as the traffic rolls by then motions the rest on.

They clear a path.

Yet still as they move like quiet beasts scavenging, some leaping over from one wall to the next across the street.  One lands and looks down to the manhole in the street, beneath which the beast walks.

The patient pulls her truck into the warehouse district where the homeless camp, apparently known and welcome waved to as she parks.  She turns for the cab's back bed, the cat-thing already stepping to.

Puts on the nightlight and opens the small fridge.  Cycling through the trucker's remaining meals from the freezer over the beer, she takes the Salisbury steak.  Pops it into the microwave, takes a beer.

She looks at the trucker hat ... puts it on.  Drinks, the bell dings like the cat's.  Song over to they asylum facade burning to black with a wisp of the flame.