Excerpt: Chaotic

The Institute was what every psych student shortened the name for the Maddox Psychiatric Institute to. Maddox was where the vast majority of specialised psychological treatment of persons, specifically Underrealm persons, with mental illness was undertaken. It was one of those typical hulking grey bland masses that made most people cross the road because it had an innate ability to repel. Unfortunately I had to go inside.

Light drizzle made the footpath glitter as I approached the staff entrance, as a thesis student I should only have moderate access but working for the Order came with extra access. I swiped my access card at the door and heard the hiss and click of it releasing, I had a tough cookie to interview for my thesis today so I was a little bit on edge. I shoved the access card back into my pocket and slipped inside. It was surprisingly warm yet there was that ever underlying clinical coldness that would never be any other way. My footsteps echoed softly off the walls all the way to the elevator, once aboard I hit the button to go down three levels to the underground containment area. All of the criminally insane were housed in the containment area due to the high risk to Underrealm and human alike. As the doors eased open, I strode towards the security desk which was manned by no less than six guards, four men and two women. Three of the male guards were lycan shifters and so was one of the women. The other guy and girl were half demons of what type I am still yet to find out. My instinctual radar when it came to what races individuals were was untrained, yet if I concentrated hard enough and say innocently touched one of them then I might be able to get a glimpse or some other flash that could give me an indication as to what they might be.

After the usual security scan and protocols had been gone over I was led to an interview room. The room was clinical and sparse; it needed to be for the safety of all concerned. Criminally insane Underrealm patients were a hundred times more dangerous then human ones. Subject 113 was sitting in one of those ergonomic and torturous plastic chairs smack bang in the middle of the sterile room. An identical chair waited for me. All that separated us was a single small table, bolted to the floor of course. He was shackled to the floor by chains so that he couldn’t harm me but he was still able to stand and have a reasonable amount of movement. He leant forward and spoke as I sat down.

‘So you’re the latest nerd they have sent to analyse me. I’m guessing that your some wannabe doctor who is still studying and I bet you think I am an easy project. He leant back in his chair, tucking his long chocolate brown hair behind his ears exposing several scars at his temples. Great, I deal with a horrendous crime scene only twenty four hours ago for the Order no less and now its back to dealing with the usual day to day psychopaths all in the name academia.