Case Number: 213.

Patient: Olivia Dane.

Consultation Dated: 2014.07.12.

Initial Date of Patient Consult: 2014.03.15.

Patient Age: 29.

Gender: Female.

Observing Physician: Dr. Garret Snow.

THERAPY STATUS:

Her REM cycle seems highly arrhythmic. Morphogenic Engine activity plateaus at 86 PPM. She is the first female to react positively to the engine. She claims that she sleeps perfectly but her REM Cycle says otherwise.

DIAGNOSTIC:

Occasional heavy coughing and complains of pains in stomach, symptoms are psychological not physical. It seems that Morphogenic Engine simulates old pains from her self abortion.

Miss Dane has shown no signs of sickness when subjected to the Morphogenic engine. Neither has she shown signs of dying as all other females have. She is unique, perhaps it is due to her infertility.

Doctor Morical of the Chasty Asylum has taken all the females as they were unable to be treated under the effects of the engine. We managed to keep Olivia hidden from the director's gaze.

Bringing Olivia outside is advised.

INTERVIEW NOTES:

Dane's personality remains calm until certain triggers cause her to become frantic, she verges on a psychotic breakdown. When speaking to her she remains calm and hides behind a polite exterior. She agrees to everything I say even if it conflicts with her views. She refuses help and any form of psychology we try to give her.

Miss Dane was found guilty of murdering 30 women and her late Husband Emmitt Dane, each woman had their wombs brutishly removed. She was admitted to Mount Massive Asylum in the hopes of returning her sanity.

She refuses to speak on anything about her late husband, only saying she killed him and that was that. We had hoped that she would give us insight as to why she murdered her unborn child then murdered him.

History of abuse by her father may lead us into why she attacked her husband but that is another topic she refuses to engage in.

The Morphogenic engine has caused her outbursts to become more frequent, her emotions have become strengthened and easy to change.

Recent observation has shown she and Gluskin have taken to each other, perhaps due to their similar views in offspring. Whenever I speak to Dane about Gluskin her exterior is outwardly happy, it is hard to stop her incessant rambling about the man and Gluskin is similarly the same though less enthusiastic, more gentle and polite.

A Child Is All We Need

Oliva hated the asylum, the walls were plain and dull and she was the only person in the female ward. Every day she sat in her room, unable to leave but to speak to her psychologist, who wasn't much help.

"Dane, face the wall" she did what was asked, knowing that if she did not she would get beaten. Harshly. She felt two men grab her hands and tied them behind her back.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked shakingly. One of them grabbed her arm and dragged her through the halls of the female ward.

"Your psychologist has prescribed you an hour of recreation time outside each day" the other guard, that was not holding her, replied.

Olivia hadn't seen the sun in over a year, since she was admitted. It was a marvellous feeling, the heat on her pale skin. "An hour Miss Dane" they stood at the door, keeping a close eye on her. She walked out onto the dead grass, it was not maintained as no one had used it since the other females left. She wondered how they forgot her, how they left her in this place. She hated it, it felt like she was going insane, if she wasn't already. She heard whispering in the walls almost every night.

Olivia noticed that she was brought out with only a few others on the male side, there was a wire fence dividing us. Most of the men seemed preoccupied except for one man who rested against the fence. He seemed to be singing something softly to himself.

With her interest peaked she strolled over to him, loudly enough so he heard her footsteps so he wouldn't get frightened. This was a mental asylum, who knows how insane he could be, then again, she couldn't talk. "hi" she said softly once he finished singing. He turned around slowly, hesitantly. "My names Olivia" the man was handsome, he had black hair that fell into his beautiful blue eyes that were rimmed with bruises from the brutality they all face. She was the same, littered with bruises from head to toe.

"I am Eddie Gluskin" he sounded confused "what are you doing here? There are no females anymore."

"They're all gone, just me now" she replied, swinging on the hells on her feet. "Dunno why though" she noticed his intense stare and felt a tingle down her spine.

"I've never seen you before" Eddie stared down at this small woman, she was a pretty thing. Black hair that was dishevelled and unkept and reached well past her bottom. Her eyes were a dull green and were bloodshot, she had bruises on her lips and cheeks.

"I've been inside since I came here" she sighed and looked up at the sky "I like the sun, its warm and nice" she looked back down at him with a smile "do you like the sun?"

"I do, it makes a beautiful woman like you look more ethereal" Eddie smiled at her blush "are you married?"

The girls blush instantly disappeared, instead a dead and dull expression covered her face "I killed him" her voice was low and held no emotion. Eddie had seen that look, for he wore it himself many times.

"A face like yours should never look so dead, smile!" the dead look disappeared and a big grin stretched across her face "there, very beautiful!" he tilted his head and looked down at her stomach, imagining it swollen with a child "you would look beautiful as mother, swollen with a baby"

That dead look returned "baby…b-baby" Olivia began shivering, her hands grabbed her head as she collapsed onto the ground. Eddie noticed her guards rushing towards her "MY BABY! Can't have a baby, no baby, no body for baby, taken from me, stolen! NO BABY!" the inmate watched as she was dragged away, kicking and screaming. Her words screamed in his head, no baby, stolen. Was her child taken from her? What horrible person would do such a thing, to rob a mother of her sweet child. I killed him. Her husband must have killed their child, he wished he could have killed him. A baby was precious, and he stole it.

He noticed the guards on his side staring at him, ready to intervene should something happen, he was letting his rage take him over. No. He needed to be a gentlemen, a man should never let his emotions control him.

It was as he thought, when sweet Olivia returned to the garden she had apologised to him and told him of how her husband never wanted a child so he plunged a knife into her and murdered their child. He took her to the hospital straight after, lying about how she stabbed herself.

She murdered him straight after, she even told him how she hated every woman who aborted their child, he could not blame her. She was robbed, never to carry nor conceive another child again and yet so many females got abortions and murdered their own child. "If I could I would give you a child" he had said to her so sweetly, so sincere that she broke down crying and tried to grab him, hold him to her. She was shortly dragged away by her guards after that.

They talked each day they were outside, for the entire hour they chatted happily, being in their own little world. That stopped after a month, neither were allowed outside. The doctors were preparing them for something.

And then it happened "Gluskin face the wall" Eddie panicked, he was once again being dragged to the Morphogenic Engine. He fought as hard as he could, it took three men to drag him down to the underground laboratory.

"Stop don't do this to me please!" he screamed loudly, he ran to the man he saw at the window "please, you are the only one you can stop this!" he tried to get the man to help him but he was pulled away.

"No please get away from me!" Eddie snapped his head to the side and saw his sweet Olive being dragged in,

"Olivia!" he shouted and tried to force himself to her, it was futile of course but he was panicking

"Eddie!" she screeched and tried to claw her way to him. They were strapped to the machine. Tubes were stabbed into their bodies and shoved down their throats.

"Begin" a man ordered. And with that the torture began.

Their screams merged together and bounced off the walls, it echoed throughout the halls. Their skin peeled off, eyes bled deeply and their bodies tried to tear them apart. Their minds scattered and rearranged themselves, all things bottled up within the deep recesses of their minds broke free and corrupted what little sanity they had left.

Once their torture ended they were dragged back to their homes and left to rot

Well…

…Until the lights turned out