| She tore through two orderlies who tried to restrain her, literally ripping the arm off of one. The other fell to his knees and pleaded, only for her to throw him to the floor and literally stomp on his head until it was mashed into a pulp. Making her way through the halls to the sanitarium director�s office, she brutally slaughtered the male rodent with a pen that was on top of his desk. It was in his office that she found her trusted club, taking it up and going on a spree. For the next two weeks she systematically murdered the inhabitants of the asylum. Her haunting pawsteps would echo through the halls, and the few survivors would cower in closets, lockers, and cubbies. They wouldn�t last for long, as Klage mercilessly ensured that not a single one lived, despite his or her proclaimed innocence. At this point, she went completely insane. The acid she was found in as a young Zarthu finally filled and oozed around her brain, taking her to the limit, and she started killing and attack anything that moved. She turned into a killing machine, slaughtering entire villages and burning them. Those who survived these attacks quickly moved far away from the overrun asylum, whose population was now just one. She took the very chemicals that had affected her when she was young and inundated the landscape. The trees and flowers died, animals migrated elsewhere, and gases emitted from the acid formed a thick smog in the air. The entire mountainside, and all of the villages surrounding it, simply died. She continued to live in what was once her prison, savagely killing any that dared near it. Curious children, spurred on by rumors, went to investigate, never to be heard from again. Brave young males, either by dare or otherwise, made their way to the asylum and mysteriously disappeared. The mass murder was never uncovered or linked, the victims who fell to her club, claws, teeth, and tail being marked off as having been killed by a wild dragon. No one who ventured within the outer gates of the asylum ever returned, and the �visits� dropped to almost nothing as time went on Things remained this way until a foolhardy male canine, not knowing about the dangers of the asylum, strayed within its gates. He wandered the grounds aimlessly, until he noticed a shadow moving in one of the windows. It was a carefully placed trap set by Klage. The male, mustering up every nerve in his body, stepped past the massive wooden doors and into the asylum itself. For nearly an hour he wandered, until he was confronted, and lured, by Klage. Under the guise of being friendly, she gave him a tour of the asylum, which she had converted into a cozy, if morbid, home. She brought him finally to one of her favorite places in front of a cliffside waterfall, where the two began to talk. He inquired about her, and she was eager to feed him all the information she wanted, biding the time until she would end his life. The moment finally came, and she leapt across the table where they were situated, brutally attacking him. He pled with her, but she continued, and started to quite literally shred his arm to pieces. Blood sprayed in all directions, and the male became frantic, starting to flail at her when words had failed. He accomplished something that none of her previous victims had ever done. He did something that was, in her eyes, so horribly foul and harmful as to be the worst possible act in the world, in her mind. By striking the unhealed bone in her skull, just above her right cheek and below her ring-adorned ear, he managed to force her to release him instantly. He had struck the extremely tender area where the asylum scientists would jab their needles. As he collapsed to the ground beside her, Klage took pity on the pathetic creature, bandaging his severe wound and carrying him to a place where he could rest. However, it was a guise of kindness, the wheels of insanity already spinning in her head. She would keep the male as a slave of the most wretched type, forcing him to do all of her dirty work with the threat of death. She would take her anger out upon him, making him a toy to be chewed apart and beaten whenever she felt like it. The fate she would inflict upon him would be a hundred times worse than if she had simply let him die. To this day, she and the canine still live in the abandoned sanitarium. Guarded by dragons that Klage had tamed, creatures that share her homicidal instinct, the mountainside asylum remains sealed to the outside world. Any who dare to enter are never heard from again. |
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