Cosmic Convergence V3--Chapter 6

Here is the sixth chapter of Cosmic Convergence, here's more of the Dollhouse Sisterhood and of course; Clover. Please enjoy this chapter, thank you! --KatDon 

Chapter 6: House of Hellions 

Long ago: There were times when Clover felt good to be by herself, she enjoys her own company. Clover can think up her own ideas and play exactly when she wants. With no around; Clover can have all the fun to herself but one day, it all changed! “Hey Clover, why don’t you ask that girl over there to play with us?” suggested her cousin Amelia. Clover was apprehensive, “I don’t know, I’m scared to ask…What if she says no?” She said. Her mother shrugged, “At least try. All you have to ask, who knows, maybe he’ll say yes.” She replied gently and encouragement. Clover took a deep breath and walked over to the girl. The girl looked up as Clover felt her heart leap out of her chest. “Um, do you—want to play—with me?” She asked. “OK.” The girl said. The next day, the same girl ran into Clover on the school bus. Donata sat next to Clover, “Hi my name is Donata. What’s yours?” Clover smiled back, “Clover.” She replied. Clover and Donata played with each other in games like tag. Soon; Clover has an odd friendship with Svana, despite them getting on each other’s nerves and there’s some friendly competition. It was a little strange! However; Clover got along with other girls: Chica, Esther, Honora, Timberly ‘Timber’, Spencer, Tedra, Bilhan, Jolene ‘Jolie’, Suniva and Tigris. But Clover and Donata were much closer--These girls are best friends, they are in the same classes, they wear the same colored shoes, they have a favorite food together, they play soccer together but what’s so special about the girls’ friendships is how much they care about each other. In the next day; Chica approached Clover, who wore a crown and holding a princess dress. “Wanna play dress up?” Clover asked. “Sure.” Chica said with a smile. When Clover is bullied by other kids; Honora shields the sobbing Clover from the bully and firmly said, “Stop it! Leave her alone!” Another time, Timber and Clover make a decision on who goes first by flipping a coin. One incident, Spencer shared an even half with Clover, “Half for you, half for me.” She said. “Thanks.” Answered Clover. Then, there are secrets kept: “Don’t say anything, this is our secret.” Tedra warned. “I promise.” Clover said. And the girls are loyal to Clover no matter what. “Clover is a crybaby.” Bilhan whispered. Jolie shrugged, “It’s not her fault, she’s sensitive. You don’t have to be mean about it.” She retorted. There are some bad days for her, Clover was sad when Esther came up to her holding a bag of candy, “Do want some of my candy?” She offered. And there are solutions for hard things for Clover that her friends help out with. “This math is hard, I don’t get it.” Clover complained. “Try it this way.” Suniva suggested. Clover offered to play a new game and goes to Tigris, who agrees. “OK, what do you want to play?” asked Tigris, glancing at Clover. When the kid games are played; Donata applauded, “Good job, Patchy. You win!” She praised. Clover grinned, “Good game.” She replied. As a hint of sympathy; Clover makes a special present for Chica. However, Clover had a difficulty with Svana of getting her approval. Like one time, Clover wanted to help Svana, who rejects her. “I don’t need your ideas!” Svana said harshly. Clover was offended, feeling left out. She shouted angrily, “You better let me help you or else!” Knowing that wouldn’t do any good; Clover sat alone, she feels like she’s not good enough and feels useless. But she decides to play with others Clover approached Bilhan and Jolie as well as her friends, “Want to play?” She asked. They would nod in approval. Sometimes, Clover would be by herself on the jump-rope. It wasn’t until she decides to give Svana’s ideas and approached her. “Want to try a more different approach?” suggested Clover. She explains the idea and then, Svana smiled as she finally said, “Sounds awesome, Clover!” Clover felt her spirits were raised in high hopes. It wasn’t until one day that Clover wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of getting involved with other new people she doesn’t know. “Come now, Clover. You’re just shy sweetie.” Her mother said brightly. But Clover stubbornly refused, “Don’t ask me to go in there, you can’t make me!” She replied. However, Clover was persuaded to go in as a voice calls out in a jolly voice, “Hello!” Clover looked in as one part wants to enter into the room and the other part didn’t want her to. Clover was a bad behaved girl and has a lot of incidents with the other girls: Patchy was playing a board game with Chica as she cheated in the game. “Hey, no fair! You’re cheating!” Chica called out to her. But Patchy couldn’t care less about the rules of the game. On the next day; Clover shoves Jolie away, “Stupid head!” Bilhan came to her friend’s defense, “Don’t call me or my friend that.” She protested. Clover just laughed at her. Then, the third day had Clover glared at the boys and remarked, “You can’t play, it’s only for girls!” Honora were very surprised as well as the other boys that Clover was acting like a Queen Bee! The fourth day, Clover taunted Esther, “Nya, nya, nya!” Esther was hurt by her teasing. The fifth day; Clover shows her fists towards Tedra who was scared by her aggressive behavior. The sixth day, Clover seized the toy from Bilhan, who struggles to get it back. “Give it to me!” Clover screamed. “No, you already have one!” Bilhan protested. The eighth day, Clover glared at Tigris, she pointed at her and exclaims, “It’s your fault, you made me trip!” Tigris was taken aback, “No I didn’t!” She said. The ninth day; Clover seized Donata’s arm, Donata and Svana turned to her in shock. Donata tugged at Clover, “Let go of me!” She objected. However, Clover pulled on her arm, “You can’t play with her, you’re my best friend—MY BEST FRIEND!!!” She claimed wildly. The tenth day; Clover scowled at Timber and said, “This game is so dumb, I quit.” She got up and stomped away. The eleventh Clover growled at Jolie, who got annoyed with her and turned to her saying, “Quit it!” Nevertheless; Clover ignored her protests and irritating her soon. On the twelfth day: Clover pointed to Donata, “You be the sister.” She points to Chica, “You be the baby.” And then points to herself, “And I’ll be the mom.” Donata was irked, “Oh c’mon Clover! You always get to be the Mom, I want to decide this time!” complained Donata. “Yeah Cloves, don’t be so boss.” Chica echoed. On the thirteenth day: Clover got into Bilhan’s face, “Get out of the way or else!” She threatened. Bilhan gulped in fear. Tedra was annoyed, “What a pest.” She muttered. “She’s only going to make enemies that way.” Timber commented quietly. The fourteenth day: Clover arrived at school in a cranky mood where she caused damage to property and violently lashes at her classmates with verbal insults as well as physical tantrums. But Clover is sent to the nurse’s office to calm down and is visited by her favorite teacher, Clover’s mother, Clover’s cousin and her friends who all help her feel better.  One vacation day; Clover and Amelia as well as three other people were hurdled into the shipping container by the Hellions and Dr. Griswald. It is believed that just one of the Hellions wielded the chainsaw, as they are often seen likely standing there to prevent anyone from escaping. The three unnamed victims were all slain by the chainsaw, leaving Amelia for last begging them not to do this in front of her cousin. “Close your eyes, Clover.” Amelia’s voice whimpered. “I want my cousin.” Young Clover cried. Amelia was screaming and crying echoing, “No! Not in front of my cousin!....Oh, god. Please don't cry. It's gonna be okay….Don't you dare! Not in front of my cousin, please!....No!....Close your eyes, Clover. Don't look. Clover. Close your eyes.” There was so much blood and revving chainsaws. “I want my cousin! I want my cousin!” Young Clover wept. “I love you, Clover.” Amelia’s last words replied. Before the Hellion finally cut into her, killing Clover in front of Clover with no remorse. Dr. Griswald and the Hellions fled the area while Clover sat there, for two entire days sitting in blood that would forever change her. 

In the present day; Emily, Bonnie and Lily arrived at the Dollhouse Sisterhood Headquarters and got to see the girls there. There were other girls there: Donata, Svana, Chica, Esther, Honora, Timberly ‘Timber’, Spencer, Tedra, Bilhan, Jolene ‘Jolie’, Suniva and Tigris. These girls were either dark haired, had green or brown eyes, an olive complexion and angelic physical appearance. They would have golden hair, blue eyes and fair skin. Donata has a very pale complexion with long, straight, dark brown hair, unique chocolate brown eyes and a heart-shaped face with a wide forehead. Her eyes are large and widely spaced. Her nose is thin and her cheekbones are prominent. Her lips are a bit too full for her slim jaw-line. But Chica is a petite who has large eyes and long, delicate eyebrows. Her hair is cropped short, spiky, and inky black. But then, the room got silent as a beautiful and seductive young woman entered the room: It was Clover--she had an oval face with fine bone structure, a wealth of brown curly hair, and almond-shaped, deep brown eyes with thick dark lashes. Her irises seemed to be a shade darker and Clover seemed to squint slightly. Clover was also incredibly theatrical in her movement, exaggerating almost everything as though she had rehearsed any given situation over and over again. Her eyebrows are darker than her hair and are straighter than they are arched. She seemed like she inherited god-like beauty. Clover paced and looked at the girls: “You, right on time…Not bad, but do better--I look forward to your next effort….Hey! Heads up. Shoulders back. Stomachs in. Stand up straight…OK, just making sure.” Clover said. Emily, Bonnie and Lily begin to hide in the broom closet that was huge and waited but they weren’t alone in the closet as they felt somebody in there. “Hey!” The girl protested. Emily was surprised, “Sorry.” She said. But luckily, the girl didn’t seem too upset. “That's okay. It's much better than being out there.” She said. “Is that the guard of the sisterhood or something?” Bonnie asked. “Uh-uh. That's the headmistress of the sisterhood, Clover.” The girl replied. Lily gasped in amazement, “You've got to be kidding!” She managed to say. Just then, another girl peeked in and startled the girls. “You ladies better skedaddle. I'm not kidding, Clover doesn’t allow girls to hide in her or she’ll break it apart.” She said. So, Emily and her friends—along with the girl—exited from the closet. “I'm Emily.” Emily introduced herself. “Bonnie.” Said Bonnie. Lily smiled nervously, “My name is Lily.” She piped up. “I'm Jinx.” The girl said, she pointed to the girl and continued, “And this is Ivana.” Ivana waved. “Is she always like this?” Lily asked. “No. It's mostly for scare of the good kind. What she does is worse. Like yesterday, Clover makes a weekly visit to every room, to make sure the sisters was everything, when all of a sudden there was an intruder who tried to attack.” Jinx said. “And she caught him?” Emily asked. “Of course!” Ivana said in a matter of fact voice. “Was the guy okay?” Lily asked. “After being thrown out the window? Of course he wasn't okay. He lived, if that's what you mean. He just never showed his face again.” Jinx remarked. “Clover’s weapons are scalpel, razor blades and leeches…Leeches are her specialty.” Ivana chatted. Emily shuddered as well as Lily. “So she does this all the time?” Bonnie queried. “Better than her Fury self.” Jinx retorted. “She's a Fury?” Emily asked in shocked. “Yeah, her Fury form. It's the most scariest, they say she tore her vein out and that’s how she becomes a Fury on the spot.” Jinx gossiped. “Seriously?” Emily said, trying to take it all in that she heard. “I've seen it twice.” Jinx said. Ivana waved a hand, shushing the girls, “Here she comes.” Clover noticed Emily and the others, looking them over and smiled. “I see we have fresh faces, visitors of Dream States.” Clover remarked. Emily waved, “Hi.” She said with a smile. “’Sup.” Bonnie greeted. Clover exclaimed, “SILENCE!!!!” This scared Emily and her friends as Clover looked at Emily dead in the face, “Did I permit you to speak? No, no one’s allowed to speak when I’m talking.” She retorted. “Sorry.” Emily and Bonnie said in unison. “Thank you.” Clover said, patting Emily’s shoulder. She turned to her girls lined up like soldiers and hollered in a loud voice, “Listen up! Welcome to the Dollhouse Sisterhood. My name is Clover, the founder and leader of the sisterhood. I am not your mother, not your caretaker but I am your teacher, your friend, your sister. You will formally address me as ‘Mistress’, clear on that?” The girls answered in unison like soldiers, “Yes Mistress!” This shocked Emily and the gang. Clover nodded, “Good, OK, we need to take of something…” She looked at her clipboard and continues: “We need to be reminded on what we do here in the sisterhood! We go after the corrupted people that had wronged many innocent lives; Abusive parents, neglectful parents, dysfunctional families that mistreat their loved ones. Those who abused authority to get what they want, predator teachers that paws children and teenagers, even those that are not teachers that are dangerous with lustful eyes while taking advantage of them too! Domestic violence—husbands abusing their wives and wives abusing their husbands. Let’s be clear, domestic violence does not discriminate gender—at all! Understood?” The sisterhood replies, “Yes Mistress!” Clover paced around while talking loudly, “We punished criminal children, sociopaths that don’t show any remorse, people who abuse the elderly, racists, sexists, bullies and people that discriminate. They need to be punished, but if they do show remorse—spare them mercy, got it?” The sisterhood girls cried out in response: “Yes Mistress!” Clover sustained to speak, “To those nurses and doctors that did wrong to patients, even in mental asylums that done this many times, to those that didn’t care in the world and are greedy. Those wealthy bastards who put down on other people as commoners and those so called commoners, the rich referred them as, needed to be more respected. Got that? All those corrupted like this, must be punished! WE ARE FURIES, HAPRIES AND BANSHEES!!!” The girls of the sisterhood, Emily was fairly impressed with the presentation Clover display. It was then Clover turned to Emily and the girls while reciting, “Step right up, we bring to you the finest entertainment. And I am pleased to be your humble servant. Accept our hospitality, indulge in abnormality--I do this as a gift, not for employment. Come see our girls, crazy girls! If you're willing to be thrilled, this is a hell of a ride! Those girls, crazy girls. They're hot, they're nuts, they're determined! To see these lovely freaks of nature for a limited time! Come see the girls of the Dollhouse Sisterhood! Some are born mad, some achieve madness. Some have madness thrust upon them. This is the real thing my friends, guaranteed 100 percent, authentic, mentally-ill! Accept no imitations! Why? We’re homicidal! One day we’ll find a filthy metal spike, and drive it right in the middle of the Hellions' foreheads for she and her friends--this is very good and the game is over – this was their revolution! We’ve got the tools, we’ve got the time to punish a most worthy crime against humanity, we’ve been trained by the very best. We must eradicate the Hellions as revenge is a dish that is best served now! And I believe I’m friggin' gorgeous!” She screeched and the girls cheered. Clover took a breath and looked while ranting, “The Dollhouse Sisterhood are criticize and judged for who we are…mentally over-stimulating, too much serious conversating, organized religion-hating, sinful un-wed copulating, marriage without pro-creating, male-mind manipulating, chronically hallucinating, certainly there's no debating, some we just find fascinating, women's rights facilitating, independent thought creating! But it’s not like that as we are something more…Our hearts is a weapon of war, our voices is a weapon of choice. An eye for an eye, a heart for a heart--A soul for a soul. When we fight--we fight for our dream, we fight to the death. We fight for control! Those poor people are under attack and victims to the Hellions, what is the body count? I've lost track. If nobody's mentioned how this will end against the Hellions, then I will be the first. There are more of us than there are of you, so show me your worst!” The girls cried out in agreement like men do in the war. Clover held up a finger and said, “Let me say something, there is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge. A hostile takeover, an absolute rebellion to the end, this is our battle cry. I'm giving you a head start, you're going to need it. Even if you're only a boy, you can fight like a girl! It's so easy to kill, this I learned by watching the Hellions. If I have to I will, it's not pretty but it's true, I am through lying still, to be beaten, screwed--And if I'm lucky, left for dead, so who's scary now? The Hellions will be shown no mercy, it's a bit too late--The game is on, don't run, don't hide, don't wait. If we've got no honor, then we've got no shame. If it's in self defense, then we will take no blame.” She then stood there and then she stamped her foot as voices were raised, surprising Dream State. “What is it time for?” hollered Clover. “It’s time for war!” The sisterhood replied loudly. “What is it time for?” Clover exclaimed. “It’s time for blood!” The girls bellowed vocally. “What is it time for?” Clover shrieked. “It’s time for TEA!” The sisterhood shouted. “Why is that?” Clover demanded. “Somewhere it’s always time for tea!” The sisterhood shouted. “What else?” cried Clover. “The Mad Tea Party Massacre will end the Hellions!” The sisterhood shouted. “What are we?” Clover asked loudly. “We’re homicidal!” The sisterhood replied in unison of shouts. “What are we gonna do?” Clover screamed. “Find a filthy metal spike, and drive it right in the middle of the Hellions' foreheads!  The sisterhood screeched “How come?” demanded Clover. “This is our revolution!” protested the sisterhood with pride in their yells. “How?!” yelled Clover. “We’ve got the tools, we’ve got the time to punish a most worthy crime against humanity, we’ve been trained by the very best. We must eradicate the Hellions as revenge is a dish that is best served now!” The sisterhood cried. “What are we?” Clover demanded. “Girls!” The sisterhood hollered. “Why?” Clover cried. “’Cause we fight like girls!” The sisterhood replied loudly. Clover nodded, “Yes, we fight like girls. I fight like a girl! I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the Hellions in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know…” She said. Clover stops for a moment and turns to Emily and the others as she said, “….That you'll understand.” Emily was unnerved, but nodded and Clover grinned at her. Clover then stood there with a solemn expression and it was quiet for a moment. “One time--What is it time for?” hollered Clover. “It’s time for war!” The sisterhood replied loudly. “What is it time for?” Clover exclaimed. “It’s time for blood!” The girls bellowed vocally. “What is it time for?” Clover shrieked. “It’s time for TEA!” The sisterhood shouted. “Why is that?” Clover demanded. “Somewhere it’s always time for tea!” The sisterhood shouted. “What else?” cried Clover. “The Mad Tea Party Massacre will end the Hellions!” The sisterhood shouted. “What are we?” Clover asked loudly. “We’re homicidal!” The sisterhood replied in unison of shouts. “What are we gonna do?” Clover screamed. “Find a filthy metal spike, and drive it right in the middle of the Hellions' foreheads!  The sisterhood screeched “How come?” demanded Clover. “This is our revolution!” protested the sisterhood with pride in their yells. “How?!” yelled Clover. “We’ve got the tools, we’ve got the time to punish a most worthy crime against humanity, we’ve been trained by the very best. We must eradicate the Hellions as revenge is a dish that is best served now!” The sisterhood cried. “What are we?” Clover demanded. “Girls!” The sisterhood hollered. “Why?” Clover cried. “’Cause we fight like girls!” The sisterhood replied loudly. “What do we have to do?” Clover queried. “Eradicate the enemy!” The sisterhood replied in loud voices. “Who’s the enemy?!” Clover asked at the top of her voice. “The Hellions!” The sisterhood replied loudly. Clover and the sisterhood intoned the mantra: “Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate!”

The Hellions themselves show considerable variation, as they are still self-aware individuals, albeit turned into homicidal maniacs. The actual level of insanity different Hellions demonstrate ranges across a wide spectrum as well. Many are practically feral savages with absolutely no regard for their own self-preservation, to the point that they will gleefully mutilate themselves for the sheer thrill of it, including amputating their own limbs as these Hellions don't tend to survive very long. Most are capable of basic albeit deranged speech, and wield whatever clubs, knives, or sharp objects are at hand to attack anything around them. The more insane Hellions will even attack each other, though they apparently prefer the other Hellions. Some characters speculate that this preference is due to their need for sadistic gratification: given that the Hellions are so insane that they will mutilate themselves voluntarily, it isn't as fun to torture fellow Hellions as it is to torture uninfected, frightened victims. The Hellions enjoy artfully mutilating the bodies of their victims, amputating limbs or worse. The Hellions can survive on any food but frequently rely on basic cannibalism – not because they have a zombie-like need for human flesh, they're just so brutal and cruel that they get warped enjoyment out of it. Other Hellions increasingly cannibalize the non-infected or each other to survive. The Hellions are consumed by a pervasive blood lust and constantly try to plunder anyone or anything they can chase down, the Hellion would plunder and sodomize entire families and neighborhoods, rapidly expanding the growing hordes of Crossed. Many of these plundering crimes aren't consciously intended to infect other people, it simply occurs as a byproduct of their insatiable need for violence. Female crossed will also try to violently plunder and sodomize people with whatever tools or weapons are at hand. On rare occasion, pregnant women who have been infected and turned survive long enough to give birth, but their babies are born infected as well - apparently the placental barrier provides no protection against the infection. Hellion women who have given birth are, however, gleefully willing to needlessly murder their own newborn babies. The mental effects of the Hellion are apparently not just a zombie-like drive for basic desires like violence and venereal gratification. It seems to give the Hellions a driving need to perform actions which they perceive as morally bad, somehow triggering the parts of their brains which control their darkest, subconsciously pent-up inhibitions. The Hellions do not simply plunder and kill their victims, they torture and mutilate them to cause the maximum amount of pain and suffering. Another symptom of this is that they tend to attack and deface things and places which are considered particularly sacrosanct, defacing government buildings with corpses, or desecrating religious buildings. The Hellions manage to capture a non-infected human on a scouting expedition from a survivor enclave will frequently proceed to torture and mutilate their captive within sight of the survivors' fortress, to inflict psychological torment on the unreachable people inside. At the other extreme, however, some Hellions have been shown to be quite capable of complex pre-meditated actions. Not consumed by unthinking blood lust to the extent that many of the other infected are, they have enough mental where-withal to plan ambushes and traps, and organize gangs of Hellions to assault survivor enclaves. The more mindless rage-consumed Hellions will still know how to use firearms if they find them but usually won't think rationally enough to plan out where to acquire more firearms. The more rational and calculating Hellions, in contrast, will actively seek out armories to acquire new firearms. Some of these more rational Hellions will self-consciously coat their weapons in their own bodily fluids, actively trying to turn non-infected survivors into more Hellions. In the disturbing footages found, it was a real nightmare for Emily, her friends and allies: The girl hung but still alive in the toilets. Her friend try to free her however the Hellions surround the girls and force her to stick a pair of sewing scissors in her mouth, far enough that the blades tap against her molars. Then they cut out her tongue. There was one Hellion seems to idolize the body, going so far as to dig through it and apparently pleasure oneself over it while taking pictures. Later, he laughs about how shameful the body looks in death. There was a five year-old boy with trickles of blood oozing from his mouth. He was repeated stabbed to the abdomen, followed by forced tongue amputation by the Hellions. And buried alive. The girl had her eyes stabbed with a pair of scissors by a Hellion. Four people have been kidnapped by the Hellions. They blindfold them and lines them up on the floor. One of the victims can't see the two before she is being killed of disembowelment and the top half of her head being cut off, respectively. A Hellion child has another innocent child by the hair, a pair of scissors in her hand, covered in blood with an insane expression on her face. The Hellion children are stabbing their teacher to death while he's on his knees and screaming in agony. One victim suffocated by a malicious Hellion boy, another victim is forced to cut out his own tongue by a Hellion teenage, buried alive, cut in half, have her ribs broken and her lungs pierced with them, a boy had his eyes torn out, let his best friend drown, accidentally smash her to pieces with the pool drain, get stabbed with scissors, mauled to death, and best of all trapped in a time warp that forces them to relive the nightmare! The Hellion stabs a boy and kicks him into a pit just for fun. The Hellion teen boy catches a female teenage, ties her hands to a table, and begins to cut at her throat. He does this as he starts to climb on top of her and he unbuttons his shirt. When the girl is forced into a skit by the Hellions, she is then stabbed in her hands by one of the Hellions that had a pair of scissors and suddenly lifted off the air and her whole body is bent at an impossible angle, and her spine letting out a very audible crack. The blades of scissors are now stabbing her friend, while she is losing her head in a brutal fashion. The boy's face is actually a gaping bloody hole as if his face was cleanly cut off, his flesh is entirely decomposed. And there's still blood in his hair from the blow that killed him. His girlfriend was fatally struck in the head by a hulking creature of a Hellion, she bleeds so profusely from between her legs that her organs fall out after. The father is found crucified and impaled through the mouth in a large altar-like room, his left eye bloodshot and with a white carving on his iris. His daughter rushes out of the room and eventually the daughter sneaks in the kitchen only to see a Hellion sharpening a knife frantically without saying a word. All the daughter can do is run out of the house in fear. But sadly as the daughter closed the door, the Hellion breaks through the door and pierces the poor girl in the stomach, her mouth and her head gets deformed while the other Hellion gleefully kills her by stabbing her in the neck. 

Later; Lily was exploring while she was trying to find out and is hit behind her. She woke up to see she’s naked but covered with a sheer cloth and could see a Mutant approached her. Lily was strapped to a table and tries to hide her body. “My dear....do not hide such beauty from my eyes. Such a lovely body should not be kept to yourself alone.” The Mutant purred. Lily is now completely naked and feeling more vulnerable than she had ever felt before in her entire life. The Mutant enjoyed how it went concave when she breathed out. As his lustful gaze trailed over her hips, he began to fantasize about how these areas would taste. The Mutant's disgusting tongue emerged from his mouth and slathered from her shoulder, up her neck and across her face. One hand was wrapped around Lily's smooth leg--stroked up and down, squeezing her smooth thigh as Lily found herself shoved up higher against the smelly monster. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the unwelcome touching. The Mutant then focused his tongue on tasting her beautiful neck and ear, loving her moans of protest, wrapping himself around her tighter. "Ooooo," The Mutant moaned with intense pleasure. "Please me, Lily." Cold anger kicked in as Lily's restrains faded and suddenly she said, "You want me to please you?" She then broke free and kicked him while holding the necklace of hers in hand and shouting: “Take this for pleasure!” Just then; The Mutant lost his controlling grip on her. The Mutant himself attempted to grab his rebellious slave girl while cursing at her. However, Lily scampered away, eluding his grasp and leaping over him. Then, Lily threw the chain over his bulbous head and around his neck. As soon as the Mutant saw the chain fly before his eyes he raised his hands to his throat. Lily was too quick for the massive monster, immediately pulled back on the chain violently as she planted her foot in his fleshy backside for leverage. The Mutant tries to call for help as Lily pulls the chain taut. Beginning to choke and sputter, the Mutant called out for help to no avail. His left hand still barely keeping the chain away from that side of his neck, he rocked forward while reaching back with his right hand, trying to grab onto Lily. As he continued to struggle; the Mutant's eyes begin to bulge as Lily drives the chain deeper into his gullet while she closed out the pain she felt and focused all her life-force in to paying back the Mutant for the degradation he had subjected her to. Lily unleashed all the loathing she felt for the Mutant, who released a tortured scream as Lily denied him the life-giving air he sought, dominated by the Fury girl whose strength and fierceness he had severely underestimated. Lily hauls mercilessly on the chain but decides to stop as her hands bleed with cuts. Panted hard; Lily sighed and put down the weapon. “That’s what you get for screwing with me!” She said. Out of the corner of her eye, Lily saw there was a lavender dress has a fitted bodice with a gathered V-neck, topped with a contrasting white pointed collar that continues around to the back, where a "We're All Mad Here" lavender embroidered text design sits on the back wrap V-neck. Puffy cap sleeves with contrasting white fold-over cuffs and cloth buttons complete the bodice. A white panel fitted waistband leads to a gathered full circle skirt with pockets and an allover white card suit print. Lily walked over and put it on while she found her underwear and bra as she put that one first before the dress. Lily turned and headed out the door while she turned to the Mutant as she said, “You better still be alive by the time I’m gone….Otherwise, the Hellions will catch up to you my ugly fiend.” And off she went, into the trees that have faces with anguished expressions on them and cobwebs. Meanwhile; Clover and the girls got a call to about the Hellions are attacking the mall so the girls headed over there! Clover pushed shells into the shotgun's chamber and worked the pump. Crouching there behind the counter, she raised the gun and aimed at a Hellion glaring, and fired. His lower jaw disappeared in a flash and he hit the floor. She took two steps in that direction when a female Hellion pushing a mercifully empty baby carriage rushed clumsily at her. Clover worked the pump and fired again. Her aim was uncanny and its head exploded in a gray haze spraying her with flesh confetti. She kicked at the still rolling baby carriage and pumped the gun. The Hellions were closing on her with alarming speed. Her chances of reaching the hall were now very slim. Desperately she looked around trying to find the most likely spot to break through. Just a few feet to her right a group of teenage Hellions. They were in low-slung sweatpants and basketball jerseys began to chuckle in breathless voices. Suddenly her desperation turned to fury. She fired wildly into the teenagers, killing them all. One more Hellion appeared behind her but Clover held the empty shotgun like a bludgeon awaiting his inevitable attack. Proud of herself; she swung the gun. But went further into the room and found something disturbing: There was a Hellion guy pulled a pistol out from behind his back and put it to his temple. The frown on his face curled up into a smile and suddenly he winked at me as his head explode outward and splatter against the wall. He raised his head up to look at me with blood filled eyes. The flesh was starting to peel away off of his face and he opened his mouth to expose a mass of maggots that had begun feeding on his tongue. The Hellion man says in a gurgling failing voice. “You’re just like me and you’ll end up just like me.” But he is kicked as his body fell apart as it was devoured by the maggots it seemed to be hosting. “Nothing but food for the flies! Hahahahahahah!” When Clover turned away, she saw something more sickening: The Hellion girl began peeling off her clothes frantically. She stripped down to her underwear in silence. The girl begun to claw at her skin leaving long bleeding scratch marks over her chest and stomach. The girl was tearing chunks of her own flesh off now and discarding them on the ground with her clothes. And finally peeled away the skin from her torso exposing the bleeding muscle beneath. Fat and sinew fell off of her shredded body as she removed more and more of her skin. Her slimy blood drenched hand reach out and grab on while her shredded flesh pressed to my body. The skin began to slough off her face leaving bulging eyeballs in an exposed bloodstained skull. Her lip-less mouth opened and she leaned into with a protruding tongue. “Food for the flies…You’re going to rot with the maggots, sweetie.” She taunted but Clover used a machete and killed the Hellion in pieces with Clover panting, then she exclaimed at the top of her lungs: “You can take everything dear to me. Hell, you can have the entire human race, ya freaks! But this world is Mine! Ya hear me? MINE!!! IT'S THE MOST PRECIOUS PLACE IS THE WORLD, YOU GONNA BE SHITTIN' BRICKS WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU FRIGGIN’ BASTARDS!!!!!” Meanwhile; Veruca shoves Ipsita against wall, smirking at him. “Veruca?!” Ipsita begged. Veruca licks lips, “Hell yeah.” She said. “Oh no!” Ipsita groaned. “Hell yeah baby!” Veruca remarked, she kicks his leg, feeling it twitch slightly. “Mhm, you've been waiting for this. I can see it~!” Ipsita looked at her, “Don’t do this Veruca.” He said, trying not to beg. Veruca leans over and bites his shoulder, “I'm going to screw you so hard you won’t stand for a week!” She managed to say. “You've been bad~! Now you need to be punished, do you want it?” Ipsita was grimacing in pain while Veruca said, “I hope you have a tight little wound out.” She licks wound, shoves her weapon she had inside, then moans at the wetness of blood. “Damn, ah hell it's so tight….ah, ooh, yeah baby…Hmm~? What should I say? That you're a little frigid? Maybe...that your wound is wet and that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen~? AH! Hell yeah!” Veruca purred, she goes to lick blood off and continues, “It's so red, hell yeah! It keeps twitching~! Do you want more you little boy toy? I'm starving and you're the only thing that can make me full!” Veruca runs hand over wound and licks blood, “And I want you to squirt!” She licks up excess, “You want you to beg~!” Veruca slightly blows on it and licks finger and rubs it against wound. Just then; Veruca felt a weapon at her head, “Get off him—Now!” Bonnie’s voice said chilling. Veruca stepped off him, she turned and smiled: “We were just having fun!” She claimed. “You know this girl?” Bonnie asked Ipsita. “Well…Kinda….” Ipsita admitted. Bonnie, Kynan and the others glared at Veruca. Veruca smiled, “Let me go and I’ll follow you, tell you everything about Hellions.” Later; they managed to meet up with Lily, who greets them and said: “Boy, I’m glad to see you’re OK.”  Just then, there was a sound of canned laughter of speakers. In fear; Lily cowers and the canned laugh track was playing over and over. Bonnie looked up, she saw the Hellions enjoying Lily’s misery! 

In a panic; Lily covered her ears to drown out the canned laugh track from the speakers, her hands ached. But then she could hear Clover’s words in her mind echoed: “We go after the corrupted people that had wronged many innocent lives; Abusive parents, neglectful parents, dysfunctional families that mistreat their loved ones. Those who abused authority to get what they want, predator teachers that paws children and teenagers, even those that are not teachers that are dangerous with lustful eyes while taking advantage of them too! Domestic violence—husbands abusing their wives and wives abusing their husbands. Let’s be clear, domestic violence does not discriminate gender—at all!” The laugh track was louder and sounded like demons from hell, Bonnie gritted teeth. “Annoying shit!” She muttered. Lily felt the words repeated in her head, “We punished criminal children, sociopaths that don’t show any remorse, people who abuse the elderly, racists, sexists, bullies and people that discriminate. They need to be punished, but if they do show remorse—spare them mercy!....To those nurses and doctors that did wrong to patients, even in mental asylums that done this many times, to those that didn’t care in the world and are greedy. Those wealthy bastards who put down on other people as commoners and those so called commoners, the rich referred them as, needed to be more respected. Got that? All those corrupted like this, must be punished! WE ARE FURIES, HAPRIES AND BANSHEES!!!....Step right up, we bring to you the finest entertainment. And I am pleased to be your humble servant. Accept our hospitality, indulge in abnormality--I do this as a gift, not for employment. Come see our girls, crazy girls! If you're willing to be thrilled, this is a hell of a ride! Those girls, crazy girls. They're hot, they're nuts, they're determined! To see these lovely freaks of nature for a limited time! Come see the girls of the Dollhouse Sisterhood! Some are born mad, some achieve madness. Some have madness thrust upon them. This is the real thing my friends, guaranteed 100 percent, authentic, mentally-ill! Accept no imitations! Why? We’re homicidal! One day we’ll find a filthy metal spike, and drive it right in the middle of the Hellions' foreheads for she and her friends--this is very good and the game is over – this was their revolution! We’ve got the tools, we’ve got the time to punish a most worthy crime against humanity, we’ve been trained by the very best. We must eradicate the Hellions as revenge is a dish that is best served now! And I believe I’m friggin' gorgeous! The Dollhouse Sisterhood are criticize and judged for who we are…mentally over-stimulating, too much serious conversating, organized religion-hating, sinful un-wed copulating, marriage without pro-creating, male-mind manipulating, chronically hallucinating, certainly there's no debating, some we just find fascinating, women's rights facilitating, independent thought creating! But it’s not like that as we are something more…Our hearts is a weapon of war, our voices is a weapon of choice. An eye for an eye, a heart for a heart--A soul for a soul. When we fight--we fight for our dream, we fight to the death. We fight for control! Those poor people are under attack and victims to the Hellions, what is the body count? I've lost track. If nobody's mentioned how this will end against the Hellions, then I will be the first. There are more of us than there are of you, so show me your worst! Let me say something, there is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge. A hostile takeover, an absolute rebellion to the end, this is our battle cry. I'm giving you a head start, you're going to need it. Even if you're only a boy, you can fight like a girl! It's so easy to kill, this I learned by watching the Hellions. If I have to I will, it's not pretty but it's true, I am through lying still, to be beaten, screwed--And if I'm lucky, left for dead, so who's scary now? The Hellions will be shown no mercy, it's a bit too late--The game is on, don't run, don't hide, don't wait. If we've got no honor, then we've got no shame. If it's in self defense, then we will take no blame.” In the present; Lily broke down, grabbed her gun from her bag and shoot the laugh tracks with nothing to stop her as she felt herself of this adrenaline flowing through her body! Bonnie, Kynan and Ipsita stared in shock at Lily’s rage. When all of the laugh tracks were shot down and stopped. Lily panted and panted while she wept. Then, she heard the chanting in her head: “What is it time for?” hollered Clover. “It’s time for war!” The sisterhood replied loudly. “What is it time for?” Clover exclaimed. “It’s time for blood!” The girls bellowed vocally. “What is it time for?” Clover shrieked. “It’s time for TEA!” The sisterhood shouted. “Why is that?” Clover demanded. “Somewhere it’s always time for tea!” The sisterhood shouted. “What else?” cried Clover. “The Mad Tea Party Massacre will end the Hellions!” The sisterhood shouted. “What are we?” Clover asked loudly. “We’re homicidal!” The sisterhood replied in unison of shouts. “What are we gonna do?” Clover screamed. “Find a filthy metal spike, and drive it right in the middle of the Hellions' foreheads!  The sisterhood screeched “How come?” demanded Clover. “This is our revolution!” protested the sisterhood with pride in their yells. “How?!” yelled Clover. “We’ve got the tools, we’ve got the time to punish a most worthy crime against humanity, we’ve been trained by the very best. We must eradicate the Hellions as revenge is a dish that is best served now!” The sisterhood cried. “What are we?” Clover demanded. “Girls!” The sisterhood hollered. “Why?” Clover cried. “’Cause we fight like girls!” The sisterhood replied loudly. Clover nods, “Yes, we fight like girls. I fight like a girl! I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 49% of the Hellions in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know….That you'll understand.” And then, the girls of the sisterhood were chanting: “Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate!” Suddenly, Lily was chanting: “Eradicate the enemy….Eradicate the enemy…Eradicate the enemy…Eradicate the enemy…Eradicate….Eradicate….Eradicate…ERADICATE THE FRIGGIN’ ENEMY!” Lily screamed as she begins to change into her Fury form! Her pink hair glowing, her complexion resembled a deathly pallor, dark circles under her pretty eyes, purple lips, and she wore a flowing, loose sundresses with a gauzy fabric, has draped open pockets, a wrap belt and tough combat boots. Bonnie, Kynan and Ipsita were shocked by the sight of her in those clothes. “Go, I’ll handle them!” Lily commanded. “Lily, you can’t!” protested Kynan. “I have to!” Lily said. “Please, you…” Ipsita begged. Lily turned to him to look at him in the eyes and hugged him while she pulled away while she lean over and kissed his cheek. Then, pulled away and smiled, “I’m giving you a head start—You’re going to need it….You all have been so concern about me.” She said. Then, turned to the Hellions and said in a chilling tone: “My turn!” And ran at them while slicing them with an axe sword. She thought to herself, “I fight like a girl, I'll get my revenge on the world--Or at least 490% of the people in it. And if I end up with blood on my hands, well, I know that you'll understand….Lady Clover, you too Emily…And Bonnie.” Meanwhile; Clover was alone and looking about when she pulled out a knife and cut deep into her arm, pulling out her vein as she grunted while transforming into her Fury form. In her Fury form; Clover has brow ridges, golden-yellow eyes, her eyebrows disappeared, elongated upper canine teeth, and pointed upper incisor and her hair was apparently still able to grow. Her hair changes to bright red which is combed, has dreadlocks and curled like an industrial porcelain doll. Her eyes are painted like a doll. Clover seemed to be able to walk or run without making noises, as a feline, allowing them to attack her enemies by surprise. Her vocalizations of hissing and roaring reminiscent of a wild feline whenever they were angered or trying to intimidate or frighten their opponents. Her outfit was several layers of garments that look like rags, and span from white lace to striped fabrics, fishnet and striped stockings, boots and burlesque heels. She has enormous strength, beastly screams, and rage that haunts any who bother her or come into her vicinity. People are hung by the tongue over bubbling pools of gore. Others are stabbed in the eyes with red hot irons. Clouds of worms trail over the landscape devouring everything in their path. But the worst is reserved for minorities. Hellions throwing women off a cliff and ladies having their eyes burnt out by the souls of their children. It was a gigantic, smoky chamber filled with a suffocating indescribable stench in eternal darkness. Hellions tiptoe from pit to pit, unleashing special tortures tailor-made for each new soul, while they burn innocent people with fire. There was a road sloping gently downhill towards an everlasting pit. Suddenly, people he knows start sprinting past him and over the edge. Into the pit, Hellion children are writhing like mad dogs, tearing flesh off other children's faces and throwing it high into the air. And that’s just for starters. People are lying motionless, the Hellions chewing on their eyeballs, hearts, hands, and legs. In one an all-consuming fire rages, while in the other violent hail and snow beat down endlessly. In each valley, thousands of people are under choking darkness, globes of black flame hang in the air, rising out of the burning pit then falling back in. Each globe contains a single human, trapped in burning agony without even their loved ones for company. And people are attacked by Hellions and running away to safety. There were dirty, run-down cities, collapsing buildings and swamps where the Hellions engage in all sorts of depraved activities. They slither between the buildings, consuming people who wander into their clutches. There are big, decaying cities rife with violence. Hellions shared houses and would spend all day beating each other, fighting, getting drunk, and robbing one another in the streets. In more extreme versions of these places, every single building would be a brothel where patrons were forced to copulate in excrement, while the city burned around them. Other types of cities included dark forests crawling with Hellions, dank caves, and endless deserts. Those in the river of fire also have their entrails pierced by iron hooks, stones smashed in their faces, and their lips cut off with red-hot razors. Some of them are also eaten from the inside out by Hellions, just in case all this ultra-violence wasn’t bad enough already. Other victims have their hands and feet cut off and are feasted on by the Hellions. But once again, the worst punishments are distinctly politically ambiguous. People are dropped in a pit full of pitch to suffer for all eternity, while women are chained up in red-hot irons and carted off by other Hellions. People are cooked down to soup in gigantic frying pans, Hellions with red-hot pitchforks push people off mountains, and surgery-minded Hellions chop people up into little bits, then magically put them back together to be chopped up again. Hellions claw off their own faces and make their victim lead a wild cow across a narrow bridge studded with nails while these monsters try to devour him. One superhuman Hellion is a gigantic beast capable of swallowing 9,000 men at a time. Once inside, people who’ve been eaten are then eaten again, this time by thousands of frightened dogs, snakes, rats, and other toothy things, all while being burned and suffocated in the stomach. The victims lose their faith to feel love, happiness, or anything other than cruelty and misery from the Hellions. In her most haunting passage, a victim that cries out how it would give anything to be able to love again, to witness even one small act of kindness in the whole of the torment she suffered. Unfortunately, such a thing is completely impossible. Not only do the Hellions have to put up with physical misery, they’re cursed with mental misery too. People’s nards being burned with fire, naked women being flogged, and otherss tied naked together. One man is tied to a stake naked, completely unharmed except for an animal eternally ripping at his nards. People are seen in a chase of an pointless game to get a black banner while Hellions bite them and are sucking their blood. Leaden, smoky mist and the blazing backdrop against which the person endures a fearful crossing of the river. One of the victims try to get on the ground from the bloody rivers but they are pushed back in. The Hellions lurk around and take the victims into the chaotic storms, where they swirl into the madness. There are soft noise as a Hellion woman pulls away to have blood dripping from the sides of her mouth. The man is shown to have two punctured marks on his neck. The Hellion woman turns back to the man and ripped his chest open as she devours his blood and heart. People are seen lying the mud while filth and 'droppings' rained down hard on them. Two Hellion girls are seen pushing boulders at one another in a raging matter. Into another terror, there is a swampy river, where a girl is seen being tortured by Hellions as a person watches her suffering in delight. People are seen trying to commit suicide to escape their living hell but they are in deep and despair, they blame other people for putting them in a place like this because of giving up on hope, the Hellions are seen taking their tearful rage on nature. Girls are lashed with whips, forced to lie in a river of 'droppings', are hung upside down while their feet are burning, forced to walk backwards blindfolded, Hellions tear at their flesh and cause them to bleed, and walk in circles 1000 times. One of them is crucified to the ground, as the others are forced to walk on her. The girls are giving remedies after they were bitten by Hellions in a room, the wounds of the victims continue to open and close, & they are suffering of diseases and plagues. And the victims are alive in a frozen lake. Victims' skin getting ripped off, veins popping, and of course, blood. The Hellions electrocute a girl with a cattle prod while taking a bath. A man suffered from an infection caused by the grafting of said contraption onto his face by the Hellions. A man starved to death after contracting a tapeworm infestation, thanks to the Hellions. The Hellions had amputated both the boy's legs to replace them with the stilts. Another man committed suicide afterward by shooting himself, not wanting to be caught. Another guy died after being gunned down by the Hellions. A girl died from internal injuries after her spinal cord was ruptured by one of the Hellions. There were helpless people chained to walls and various torture devices, and the Hellions messily shoot the flesh off their bones and activate the devices they're trapped in before they can proceed. They were every brute. Every sadist. Every violator, predator, renderer, and torturer. Every ethnic cleanser, serial murderer, zealot, tyrant, and holy killer. Every terrorist and bomber. Every smirking criminal in office. Every shitty, cruel parent who never should have had kids. And every bad, debasing thing that men and women have to do to deal the evil bastards that their marks left slashed across innocent souls! 

Clover is sitting silently on a police car while surrounded by the corpses of civilians, hoods and cops. She starts to hear a ghostly voice calling to her. “Clover...” Clover sees the silhouette of a young woman as she recognized this, “...I’m still dead. Clover.” Clover jerks awake. Clover was found still standing, surrounded by twenty Hellion soldiers with their heads smashed in, holding a broken rifle and riddled with bullet holes. A girl is ravished; her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out. Clover hallucinates and sees the dead bodies of the Abominations that she killed come to life and mock her, as well as when she is talking to her more insane persona inside her mind, leading to her accidentally attempting to strangle her cousin. The Hellions are ripping the spines out of humans and creating many clones that are deformed and faceless. They are firing a spiked iron ball from a crossbow and coated in toxins that induce a searing pain on the victim, smashed their victims to the point the pup began puking blood and seemed catatonic, and would have their guts. The severed head and chest in the box, a girl was still alive and had had her vocal cords cut out so that she couldn't scream. The Hellions violated her repeatedly before cutting off her lower half just so her body wouldn't go completely to waste. A girl's body rotting and decaying near the end as she begs the Hellions to kill her. The Hellions' movements became increasingly sporadic and they still could not utter words, although they could laugh and did so often. Much too often. Not happy laughter, but quiet, almost nervous laughing, nearly constant. The mindless movements of the Hellion children made it seem like they were puppets on strings. The Hellions continued to stare at him and twitch for a while. The Hellion boy stopped, looked at the door, and laughed. He fell to the floor, twitching and rolling about laughing insanely. The two others did the same. After a few minutes the fit ceased, and they stood up, still twitching, still giggling. The lights went out. There were crashes, glass shattering and screams. The most terrifying thing of all were the haunting whispers, coupled with the quiet laughing. When the lights went back on, the Hellions were gone. Two men lay unconscious beside their friend, their bodies twisted at odd angles, blood trickling from their drooping mouths. At first they appeared to be dead. They showed no vital signs. But the guy could hear them laughing, ever so slightly and quietly. In the preset in around the room she went; Clover reads about Hell of the visions: “The entrance seemed to be by a long narrow pass, like a furnace, very low, dark, and close. The ground seemed to be saturated with water, mere mud, exceedingly foul, sending forth pestilential odors, and covered with loathsome vermin. At the end was a hollow place in the wall, like a closet, and in that I saw myself confined. All this was even pleasant to behold in comparison with what I felt there. There is no exaggeration in what I am saying. I felt a fire in my soul. I cannot see how it is possible to describe it. My bodily sufferings were unendurable. I have undergone most painful sufferings in this life… yet all these were as nothing in comparison with what I felt then, especially when I saw that there would be no intermission, nor any end to them.…Left in that pestilential place, and utterly without the power to hope for comfort, I could neither sit nor lie down: there was no room. I was placed as it were in a hole in the wall; and those walls, terrible to look on of themselves, hemmed me in on every side. I could not breathe. There was no light, but all was thick darkness...Afterwards I had another most fearful vision, in which I saw the punishment of certain sins. They were most horrible to look at……I have read of the diverse tortures, and how the devils tear the flesh with red-hot pincers. But all is as nothing before this; it is a wholly different matter. In short, the one is a reality, the other a picture; and all burning here in this life is as nothing in comparison with the fire that is there. I was so terrified by that vision,–and that terror is on me even now while I am writing,–that though it took place nearly six years ago, the natural warmth of my body is chilled by fear even now when I think of it....It was that vision that filled me with the very great distress which I feel at the sight of so many lost souls, especially of the Lutherans,–for they were once members of the Church by baptism, and also gave me the most vehement desires for the salvation of souls; for certainly I believe that, to save even one from those overwhelming torments, I would most willingly endure many deaths.” A child was sitting at the table. He was rather sad and depressed, and he was crying. There were two children, but they were committing seppuku while looking at the creepy looking slide. Blood was stained everywhere, along with realistic looking intestines and organs scattered across the ground. A nuclear bomb then hit the city. The sun was soaked in blood. After that, a picture of the playground appeared, with the children hanging on gallows. Blood was seeping from their necks as they died. Behind them was their home in flames. And the sun was shot to the ground and it was bleeding. “Life is meaningless. The truth is...is that you are all going to die from a horrifying death. No one understands it.” Thought Clover. Clover begins to dance which contains sharp, robotic arm movements and footwork. It will utilize any sections, formations and traveling patterns and may contain a short kick series for effect. Her dance turned quick and sharp yet also fluid and interpretive in style. And then, she did some fluid, balletic type movements; sometimes takes the form of 'modern dance' or gives an interpretation of music or thought. Again, there is precision and energy in its execution. While with Bonnie; Donata told a story about her life as she encountered the Hellions and felt aggression where she was filled with guilt for murdering someone. That’s when; Donata attempted suicide. Her death is prevented by her roommate, who forced her to vomit the sleeping pills she had been attempting to overdose with by pouring hydrogen peroxide down her throat. She is not immediately sent to seek psychiatric help. Instead, she shares with her therapist the events that transpired; legally obligated to lead her to check herself in for a 72-hour suicide watch and psychiatric evaluation, her therapist refuses to refill her prescription for her medication and warns her he will call an ambulance to take her to the hospital if she reports to his office for her appointment. Donata finds herself with no choice but to report for the 72-hour hold. Due to an overcrowded psychiatric ward, Donata is detained for a number of days in the waiting room, during which she is left only with her hospital gown and striped stockings. She is allowed little more than sleeping, eating poor hospital food, and going to the bathroom with an attendant. She talks a nurse into allowing her one of her books and a crayon, in which she dictates her life in the margins of the pages. She is eventually transferred to a hospital ward reserved for the long-time patients as there is no room for her in the short-term wards. There she is allowed a spiral bound notebook and a pen she must check in and out of the nurse's station every morning and night. The doctors suspect she has an eating disorder and detain her for much longer than her expected 3 days.