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The plot if this is easy enough.....

One night a guy is walking through the woods when he hears a scream and runs towards it thinking someone is being attacked. Well he was right about someone being attacked, he just never imagined what was doin the attacking, a werewolf! Bravely the male gets a fallen branch and fights the creature off but it's victim is already dead.

Our brave character picks up the body and carries them back to the city andto a police station. He talks about how he saw a werewolf and tried to save the unknown victim. The police think he is crazy and lock him up until a trial thinking he might have killed the person.

In the end he is sent into an asylum until he is 'cured' and no longer believes in werewolves and the like.


Your character can be a werewolf that attacked the person or even a nurse in the asylum.... It is all up to what you wish!

Insanity made for such a wide term and so many of the people within the walls of that particular building were off of their rockers but every once in a while, someone who really wasn't showed up. Lucian might have not been fond of dealing with them, if they were noisy and aggressive but he was a werewolf. Strength to overcome a human was natural for him even when he wasn't trying for it. That made him perfect for his job, no questions asked. He had had the proper training, had been through the necessary classes and as far as anyone cared, he was perfectly human.

Except for that one time when the idiot in the woods had tried to assault him and stabbed him in the side when he'd refused to give up his wallet. He deserved to be torn up the way he had torn into his flesh. He'd planned to bleed him to death slowly, to be quite honest. Carve the flesh off of his bones and perhaps gnaw on him a bit but he'd been interrupted by footsteps and rather than killing another one, he'd made a run for it for the sole reason of keeping the rest of his pack out of harm's way. He'd be dead meat if they were found out because of him but what was another fool in the looney bin, right?

It was just that Lucian had not expected for the male to show up in his looney bin. He recognized the scent when he was strolling down the hallways and for a brief moment, his hazel eyes flashed gold, the beast within stirring, suddenly alert again. Another deep breath later, he was perfectly normal again. He could smell the salty tears, sense the panicked heartbeat and rather than feeling pity, he was entertained. Admittedly, he felt a little bit guilty, too, for being the wolf at fault but no one had told him to go yapping his mouth about werewolves.

The keys twisted open the lock and he pushed the door open, leaning his shoulder against the doorway as he studied the male. "Do you need something to help you sleep? I can get a nurse with sedatives." He wouldn't be recognized, that much he knew, because the wolf and he were completely different but there he was, acting like nothing was wrong in the whole wide world. "Since you're a new arrival I'm not allowed to let you out of here but lunch time is over. Best to rest until dinner and meds."

Soft, lush lips curled into a smirk when the male spoke up. No? Too bad he had a half a mind to make sure no one would ever consider the male sane again. Mainly because it would be a threat to him. "No? Are you sure?" Lucian questioned, staring at the redhead quizzically. Naturally, he was not intimidated by a scrawny little thing like him. He could use him as a toothpick, if he wanted to but that would be bothersome just the same. Bad idea. Bad ideas needed to be buried away.

"I could get you some paper and charcoal. No pencils. New arrivals don't get pencils or anything sharp for the matter until we've made sure that you are not about to be harmful for yourself or someone else, for that matter." Lucian explained indifferently. Nothing strong and sharp for little old Tristan there. "There is no reason to cry, either. By the time you'll get out of here, and will be sent home again, we've got you all cured up." Not that he knew the exact details about the case but it wasn't like he had to think too hard about it himself. He remembered the way he smelled. Scared little thing.

Huffing, Lucian turned away. "I'll get those for you, if I can, around dinner time. I've got rounds to do. Maybe nurse Jacklyn will get them for you sooner." Although it was more likely that the male would just be tossed a magazine and left be for the time being. Regardless,for the moment the orderly slipped out of the room again. Oh, he'd surely visit that one again.

Screaming drew attention even in places like that but the attention was not always so quick to make it back there. The nurses and doctors first learned where the sound was coming, then got the sedatives, then got the orderlies to assist them just in case that rowdy patient would harm them. It was a complex game and most of them were just in it for the paycheck.

Lucian might have mentioned that the person in that one specific room wanted some paper and something to draw with but he wasn't rushing to get those things to him, either. So, when he showed up, he showed up with a nurse who came with pills and sedatives.

The nurse was an older woman with her gray hair drawn into a tight bun and an encouraging but tired smile on her face but Lucian was back with her, supporting her, being the aide needed.

"Mr. Jacobs," she spoke up while Lucian set down a box of crayons and a small drawing pad, "I'm going to need you to take these. Okay?" She smiled. "These are for your own good. You see, we heard you scream. It's okay. These will calm you right down, and they won't make you sleepy, I promise, child."

"Best do as she says," Lucian suggested, "I don't want to make you hate me on the first day here." he added. But the fact was that there would probably be hate in the air anyway, as soon as it was discovered that he was the monster there. The big bad wolf disguised in the shell of a human. He inhaled slowly and even now, he could smell the fear and it was exhilarating.

Until the evening things went slowly and smoothly. The dinner was served and in Tristan's case, it was brought into his room with a platter. No knives, still nothing sharp for him. Just in case. After that, the medication followed and soon after it was time to go to sleep. The hallway lights were replaced with dimmer ones and Lucian's shift was over. Except that he didn't plan to go to sleep just yet. He had a patient to check up on. Someone special who had seen him as a wolf.

As he unlocked the door he could already smell that the human had not really taken the pills. What a fool. More of a reason for him to frighten the said fool a little bit more. He slid into the room, all smiles and ever so nice, easily finding the drawing pad on the floor. Look at that. The human was actually a good artist. Poor fool. "Is this what you saw?" he asked, humming to himself as he folded the drawing pad shut. "I heard you were supposed to be seeing werewolves around," he noted.

And with that, he got himself another idea. "I might actually believe you. This looks like a scary mo-fo." Lucian chuckled, setting the drawing pad down and moving to take the tray and clean up the place. At least it would look like he had a reason to go there. "What was it like? Seeing a real werewolf? Was it big? Did it howl?" In fact, Lucian knew for a fact that he had not howled. He'd growled at the male, yes, but he had not been anywhere near howling.

So it was dark and he couldn't see clearly? Lucian snorted, entertained. He wasn't buying that for a second. In fact, he was pretty sure that anyone who hadn't seen him clearly would not have been able to draw him like that; so accurately. The following was honest, though, he'd give the male that much credit but he sure did not appreciate the tone the teenager took with him. "Yes, it is over, but you see, I do have a special interest with you." Lucian mused, setting the tray down again.

"Humans," he huffed in disdain, "You're all the same. Arrogant." Folding his arms across his chest, Lucian shook his head, smirking at the male. "No, you're not the animal here. I am," he announced and his eyes lit up in that same golden tone. Beautiful, if viewed up close but that was all the shift he'd allow for his wolf to have for the time being. "Naughty little boys like you should not have been running around in the middle of the night in the first place. You see, I'm a little upset with you."

After all, Tristan had interrupted his revenge and he had to take care of that, properly. But in the meanwhile he would enjoy himself some little mind games wit that little redhead. "If I were you, I'd be really quiet, take the meds instead of stashing them off somewhere and behave. Because one squeak, and I could rip your pretty neck to bits and find myself picking your throat out from between my fangs." Never, never should one get mouthy with a werewolf. Especially not with one as ill-tempered as Lucian was.

He could smell the fear, could almost hear the accelerated heartbeat and he smirked, letting the gold fade back to the usual hazel. "Am I? Wanna tell me what's it like not to know if you can believe your own eyes or not? Are you sure you're not just imagining it. What if I'm the fruit of your twisted imagination, huh?" Lucian said, strolling a little closer until he was more or less hovering over the male. "Next time you should learn to keep your mouth shut about what you have or haven't seen. I could have killed him and you that night but now I need to get rid of him."

Lucian sighed exaggeratedly as he sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the redhead. "You're cute for a human, you know that?" Lucian taunted, reaching out and allowing his fingers to elongate into ones longer than human, wearing sharp claws and using them to draw a strand of hair between his fingers. "You're lucky that the full moon isn't near enough. You get to live. Best get used to this place. You'll be seeing me a lot here, and you won't be going anywhere."

The werewolf genuinely expected not to have the human ever get out of the asylum. He was a beast, a hunter, the predator in the night who happened to be stuck in a town. His pack was there, his Alpha was there and his whole life revolved around the place now. Being seen and letting a victim escape was no good. Chances were good that the man Tristan had carried off was going to die anyway, because of what had attacked him. Then again, Lucian was a born werewolf and his claws and fangs could end up turning the male just the same. That would be even more unpleasant. So, Lucian had a job to finish.

That was what the werewolf left to do once he'd left Tristan alone. He left the hospital and drove home, not bothering to wait of for the dark to sink in more as once he found out where the hospital was. The thing with hospitals was simple. The life in them just didn't die out during the night so he couldn't very well shift and just rip the man apart but he could do his best with slipping in unnoticed and finishing the job.That alone meant that it was just what he would do.

Meanwhile, Tristan's escape would be discovered by the nurses or orderlies strolling the hallways and checking the rooms as usual.