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[Franklin Gabriel Halem]

A small thin line of sunlight still lingered on the horizon. The clouds were pink and purple, looming in the sky like heavy rocks on a fishing wire. Franklin took a small window of time to sneak by the guards and take a gander outdoors. It wasn't off limits, but since he was such a high risk, they normally didn't like him anywhere outside the hospital. He really couldn't blame them, he knew what he was capable of, though he didn't consider himself a threat. Hell, he didn't even break the rules, unless he wanted to go outside for a smoke.

Franklin took his usual route through the gloomy statues and thick trees. He found his favorite one to sit on, a huge angel who's wings had cracked and weathered. Franklin always imagined her as his perfect woman. He couldn't read what she wanted, but he liked to think his visits made her happy. So now, he was there, sitting at her feet, smoking his day away.

Now was a time to gather his thoughts. His mind flashed to the reason he was here. Even years after his trial and sentencing, the details were vivid in his mind. Kristy's screams and begs still rang in his ears. Her moans still vibrating against his chest. Closing his eyes, he revisited the cold night. Kristy was in the kitchen, screaming at him for using her 'fine china' as an ashtray, and then she starting screaming about his dirty dishes and how 'if she lived with a nice guy she wouldn't be treated this way'. That's all it took, it's funny how easy it is to snap. Calmly, he turned to her, explaining his sorrows, his left hand gripping the cake knife she had sat down. Within a few seconds she was calm, kissing his face and hugging his neck. That's when the first blow came, and then the floors ran red and the next thing he knew he kissed her once, pushing her off the balcony.

He opened his eyes once his cigarette had burned down and singed his finger. He flicked it out and lit another, pushing his thoughts aside, taking time to gaze at the sinking horizon. He was almost ready to leave when he heard a rustling in the bushes near him. His green eyes focused in, seeing if he could read anyone before he saw them.

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[Milo Rose Tenny]

Milo sat in a recliner, her nose buried in one of the dusty books. It was one of those dark fairy tale kind of things, her favorite to read. Her fascination with books came at a young age, though she couldn't quite pinpoint it. The phrase, "don't judge a book by its cover," always applied to her. She always just blindly picked a book and started reading, not bothering to read the title. This one would be a keeper.

She read until the light outside began to fade, then closed the book. "Vlad & His Princess" was the title. Not the best name, but the story inside was well worth it in her opinion. Noticing the sun set, she decided to go watch it. Again. Like the way she did every few days.

Milo walked up to the desk adjacent to the courtyard door. Sure, she could've just walked out with out anyone the wiser. But instead she felt she should play it safe today, after all she was the 'good girl.' Luckily, the night nurse was already there, a younger, scruffy man, with wandering eyes.

"Good evening." She said, her voice dropping a bit lower for effect. The man smiled at her, giving her a little wave. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go out to the courtyard to watch the sunset." She smiled, seemingly innocent. "Not a problem dear. I'd join you if I could." He gave her a subtle wink. "I think I'd like that." She blew him a small kiss and trotted out the doors.

Milo wandered through the trees, breathing deeply. She loved the freedom of the outdoors, the way she could forget about the dark looming fortress behind her. She walked slowly, trying to find a good spot to watch the sunset. Before she found one, she started to feel warmer. There was some kind of flame around. Searching, she saw smoke. She crept around behind the bushes, looking out to see a young handsome male smoking a cigarette. She waved her hand, the end of the cigarette flaring a little.

[Franklin Gabriel Halem]

Franklin watched the end of his cigarette but tried to tune in to the person in the bushes. The whispers in his head signal a woman, but his powers ahd been exhausted too much to tell what she wanted. A small smirk found his lips and he simply chuckled.
"Come on out, m'lady. Join me." He watched as she came forward, his eyes fixed on her. She was modern looking, her hair black and her eyes contrasting perfectly. A sure thought of familiar ran down his spine. He'd seen this girl before, in the Library.

His hand patted the cool stone next to him, in between the legs of his angel. In his mind, he apologized to her for bringing another woman to their haven. "Right here." He said, taking a hit off his cigarette and flicking his ashes to his side. Again, he gazed over her. The way Franklin saw people was differently than anyone else. Along with the vision that every human could access, He also could see different colors that surrounded people. If they were sad, they were cool colors, happy was bright, angry was red, and turned on, well he kept that one to himself.

Franklin extended his hand. "Name's Frankie, and you are?" He grinned as her body glowed pink. He tried his best to keep out of her mind for a while, at least until he knew he could gain something from it.

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[Milo Rose Tenny]

Milo walked over to him, sitting with a smile. He was beyond attractive, with an obvious "give 'em hell" attitude. "Hello, Frankie. I'm Milo." She smiled, then waved her hand over his cigarette, the end flaring up. She giggled a bit, then stopped, the flame disappearing.

"So, Frank, what brings you here?" She picked up his lighter, bending the flame into a mesmerizing swirl. She was always distracted, a sad fact people found hard to deal with. She looked back at him, her wide eyes taking in his features. He was pretty, like a prince from the old times. She liked that about him. It was distinguishing.

[Franklin Gabriel Halem]

Franklin smiled when she mentioned her name. Milo couldn't get any more different, which he enjoyed. Most of the girls here were all wannabes who cut themselves for attention and eventually got addicted to it. He saw something in Milo's eyes that read real tragedy, and real problems. He smirked, she was like him. He watched as she played with the fire. He had picked up on certain oddities about the patients here. Though of course he never let anyone know about his power, he knew most of the patients weren't just crazy, but also gifted.

"Oh you know, just escaping the white walls for a quick smoke break. Nurse Whitney owed me one, if you catch my drift." He chuckled darkly and smirked, flicking the rest of his cigarette onto the ground below.

"What are you doing out and about, beautiful?" Franklin leaned back, gripping the leg of his angel. He imagined her smiling down at him, happy he was showing her attention again.

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[Milo Rose Tenny]

She turned her attention away from the fire, letting the hot fade from her core, her finger tips cooling down. She breathed out, a bit of smoke following her breath. She giggled. Milo finally looked back at the young man, as smooth featured as he was, she knew there was something hidden behind his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah i got you." She grinned, knowing exactly what he meant. Every nurse, every doctor, every surgeon, was just as corrupted as the patients. Some even more. They made deals, accepted bribes, sold sex. That was how they got by in a nut house like that. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about it. It was exciting.

Beautiful, eh? She though, a small smile on her lips. She could get used to that. Milo looked towards the sunset. "Well, I told the night nurse I was watching the sunset. But now it seems I'm smoking with a new friend." She smiled and looked at him, pulling a pack of cigarettes from her sweatpants pocket.

Milo'd been so mesmerized by fire and the young man, she forgot all about them. She stuck the cigarette in her mouth, lit the lighter, then used her finger to transport the flame to her cigarette, then put it back on the lighter. Her power was the one thing she'd always been proud of. She'd practiced since she discovered it, and even with medication dumbing it down, she still had a hold of it. "Well, Frank, what can you do?"

[Franklin Gabriel Halem]

Franklin couldn't help but smile at her while she spoke. Her voice wasn't small, but it was low and distant, like a child's when they've found something to play with mid conversation. When the word 'beautiful' formed on his lips, he watched her skin turn from yellow to pink. A cheat code to knowing what women wanted or enjoyed. Again, a smile crept on his face. He watched her light her cigarette. It was weird to see someone so open about their gift. Franklin was never one to boast or to even talk about having one. So, when she questioned him, his throat went dry.

"Sorry, dear. No gifts here." He smirked at her, trying to hide behind his words. The only reason he was really held here was because they didn't want him anywhere else. Animosity took him in, loving the fact that he had a brutal murder under his belt. They had tried a few low level experiments, however his gift came in handy with the nurses who strapped him to the table. That was when he first came to Aminosity, now a few years later, he was merely part of the decor.

"When did you learn you could play with fire?" He was genuinely curious. He remembered back when he was a young kid, trying his best just to get a first kiss. It almost happened like lightening. All of the sudden the world looked different, and everyone around him told their secret wishes and desires without even moving their mouths. Soon he learned to control it, now he could tune into the brains of others, and the colors just came with the job.

He remembered Kristy's colors that night. They were red and blue. He remembered them swirling around them, and then when the light left her eyes, the colors faded, leaving an ugly corpse in his hands.

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[Milo Rose Tenny]

Milo grinned, looking at the end of her cigarette. She knew he was lying, it was obvious there was something unique about him. Everyone in the loony bin had a power, and rumors floated around that some of the staff even had abilities. Not that it mattered much to her, if anything he probably couldn't even use his powers.

She drifted a little closer to him, grinning. "I've known since I was young, probably 12. I used to be a total pyro, and one day when i was messing with a book of matches, I realized I could manipulate the flame." Milo flicked the lighter again, this time turning the flame bright pink. She blew in it, small harmless sparks dashing towards him. "You oughta get one of these powers, they're a hell of a time. Then again, it takes a lot of brain power and discipline. Maybe you just aren't fit for one." She smiled, obviously teasing him, trying to get him to talk. She loved hearing the various powers that existed.

[Franklin Gabriel Halem]

Franklin grinned as the sparks flew towards his chest, vanishing before they could hurt him. Again, her distant voice rang in his ears causing him to focus harder on her. He grinned as she taunted his intelligence. If he was anyone else, he would've blurted out his power in self defense and protection of his ego. But, this was Franklin. A very self-aware supreme ego, and never hurt by words or taunts. This is the part of the conversation where many walked away, but he watched her colors change and they were brighter than ever.

"I guess not. Maybe I can read minds, or fly. Though, it's not always that impressive. Playing with fire just takes high pain tolerance and curiousity." He winked at her and took out another cigarette, snatching his lighter from her hands and lighting the end of it. He inhaled deep and after a few seconds he let it creep from his mouth, French inhaling it back through his nose and then came the smoke rings. His eyes wandered over to Milo, who seemed to be watching him. He let out a small laugh and handed her back the lighter.

That wasn't nice, i'm sorry. Here, light me on fire. Make it quick, sweetheart." He hopped down, standing in front of her knees. Staring up into her eyes he couldn't help but continue to smile. Maybe he could have some fun with her. It'd been a while since he actually wanted to make someone glow.

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[Milo Rose Tenny]

Her large eyes watched him as he spoke. He was interesting, and surprisingly intelligent. It had been awhile since she'd seen someone as such. As he took the lighter away, she smirked, his words ineffective. And even though meant as a bit of an insult, there was an air of reality. It took her a long time to build up the tolerance to burns, something people didn't understand much. She'd often times hold her fingers over flames, letting them slowly callous. And the curiosity, well, she had plenty of that.

Milo watched him stand in front of her, that same curiosity filling her. She took the lighter, concentrating on the flame. She grew the flame, a stream of fire now coming out of the lighter. She blew into it, the fire turning into bigger, multicolored sparks the flew around him. She giggled as she watched it, her eyes bright golden. She loved her power, and the fact that she still had a hold on it after all this long.

Milo was sure of what did it. It took her a long time to build her power up, and the first time she was in the asylum, she lost most of that knowledge. It wasn't until she escaped that she got it back. And when she got it back, it was even more powerful. It was like they changed something in her mind, and her ability amped itself. Her mind just clicked with fire, and now she could do wonders. She brought her hand through the open flame, changing it into the shape of a dragon, then blew it out completely. Her whole body was hot, the warmth of the fire still coursing through her veins. Silently, she walked to Frankie, leaving a scorching kiss on his cheek as she cooled down and her eyes changed back.

[Franklin Gabriel Halem]

Franklin watched the flame, amused at the fact that she was so into it. The dragon flamed towards his chest, the sparks swirling around him. He watched her intently, the colors around her turning cool, compared to the fire he felt from her. He knew she was content, which made his smirk grow into a sly smile. Franklin knew how it felt to really control your power. He remembered back when he was a teenager, scared and excited about his newly discovered ability. He remembered walking through the halls of his school, seeing colors around people like he was a super human or something. Reading the teachers thoughts as he walked through the door, giving his girlfriends exactly what they craved when they craved it. Eventually he could do anything he wanted and get by with it, and he could get anyone he wanted because he knew exactly what they were looking for. He became a good liar as part of his scheme, and a good fighter since he could sense when people wanted to hit him long before they did.

When Milo kissed him he sucked in air through closed teeth, a shot of electricity and pain running down his spine to his ankles.
"If you leave a mark, we're going to have a problem." He sneered, grasping her around the waist. He watched her colors, making sure she didn't get too 'hot headed', he knew if she did he could easily get burned once more.
His fingers pressed into her skin, feeling the remainder of the heat leave her, sparking his fingertips.
Mom always told him not to play with fire.

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[Milo Rose Tenny]

His bit of dominance showing through excited her, as she always loved a true man. Milo had never liked the sweet, innocent ones. No, she had to have a brute, strong man by her side. It was sexy. "Of course not dear." She breathed, a little smoke escaping her lips. Oh, she could have fun with this one. She tied her arms around him, gently licking his cheek with what little heat there was left in her system. She had always loved being the hot one, and she knew plenty of men who liked being burned.

Milo looked into his eyes, the golden retreating her own. She wasn't sure what she saw in his, but she liked it. She wanted more of him, and somewhere she knew he knew it. She brought her body in close, smirking. "Frankie, I have to tell you, I do love an angry man." She winked at him, her hands trailing his back.

[Franklin Gabriel Halem]

Franklin help but laugh at his situation. Only a half hour ago he was sitting in a trance, rethinking the brutal murder he commited. Now he was being licked by a woman who could breathe fire and wasn't in the least bit confused. Franklin felt blessed in the way a Satanist would witness a 'miracle'. In some sort of dark twist of fate, he was happy.

He focused on her mind now, ready to finally see past her hazel eyes and into her soul. Not only was she glowing his favorite color, but she was giving off certain whispers (Frank called desires 'whispers' because they weren't actual words, but more faint sensations and whips of emotion) that led him to believe she wasn't letting go of him any time soon.

"Then you should talk to my ex." He sneered sinisterly, the face of his dead lover flashing in his skull. He noticed her voice had changed. No longer was it drifted and nebulous, now it was focused and determined. He was attracted to either.

Grinning he wrapped his other arm around her, dragging her feet across the ground as he walked backwards. His back hit the cool stone of his angel statue. Again, in his head he apologized to his beloved. maybe we should see other people. He thought, smiling up at her.

"I could take you to her grave sometime." He leaned down, putting his forehead on her neck.

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[Milo Rose Tenny]

Milo continued to stare into his eyes, a half smirk on her face. He was definitely growing on her. That, of course, got her thinking of him growing in her, which sent a reel of chills down her spine. "Mmm, I'd like to meet your late friend." She chuckled softly, her hands trailing down his back again.

As his forehead touched her skin, Milo channeled the lighter, one hand moving to touch it in her pocket. She closed her eyes, making her skin flare up again, the heat in her body amplifying. The heat was warm, but not scalding, like a warm bubble bath. As she channeled it, the hand that had been touching the lighter trailed up Frankie's back, tying into his hair. "Tell me, dear Frank, am I hot enough for you?"

[Franklin Gabriel Halem]

Franklin listened to her whispers, grinning wildly at her wants. Underneath that soft, distant behavior was an animal. He was proud she was allowing that to show so quickly with him. Her colors began to swirl around him, allowing him to know how serious she was about the situation.

As her body heated up, he hummed into her neck. "I know you want to be." He whispered, his hands lifting the back of her shirt, pressing his cool hand on the small of her back.

It was gotten dark outside and now the moon peeked through the overgrown trees and the moonbeams danced on the cold stone of the statues. The stars clashed with the midnight sky perfectly, small peepholes into the unknown.

"I better go soon. I have group in five minutes." He said, his words lingering on her skin. Franklin closed his eyes, listening to her inner turmoil.

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