Thread: Eldritch House (BurningWillows & Winged-Panther)

A 6'8 Caucasian man lay curled up in a fetal position on a single bed in a bland room. He shivered once, his hand reaching out for some warmth. But what he touched startled him awake. He jerked his hand away as he sat bolt upright and moved as far into the corner as possible. His single hazel eye was wide with fear. Well, it's certainly about time you awoke. An elderly lady sat daintily on the edge of his bed. Even sitting it was easy to tell she was tall and slender. Her nearly snow white hair was pulled up into a bun on the top of her head. It seemed to match her outfit - an elegant white dress, white kitten heels, and white gloves that went to her elbow. There was a strand of pearls around her neck and she seemed to have an air of royalty about her. The woman shook her gloved hand a though his mere touch had been acidic to her. Seeing him still hunched in the corner caused her to sigh as though she had just went through the most exasperating day. Of course. They said you wouldn't remember anything. She waved it off as though speaking to herself. I'm your mother. Her words came out almost pained to say and she spoke and looked at him as though he were a child or an ignorant savage that had been raised in the wild by animals. She continued. You are Jetison Eugene Black. I am responsible for your being here in this wonderful facility. She stressed the word 'wonderful' as though she were trying to oversell this place for a commercial. It is because of my cooperation that they have allowed me to be here for your awakening. Well, that and other reasons. She made it sound like he was lucky she was here. But he didn't feel lucky. He didn't remember his 'mother'. He had no idea why he was here. But for reasons he couldn't explain something seemed off about this woman, fake even. He didn't like the feeling she gave, despite how familiar it may be. W-Why am I here? The voice that came from the cowering man was as heavenly as an angel, even despite the obvious fear in it. The older woman gave him a smile - one that he was sure was faker than anything he'd ever seen before. You've had a nervous breakdown, dear. But, what with that woman did to you it was no wonder. I'm sure anyone in your situation would have gone completely berserk. Woman? What woman? Did what? He didn't understand what she was talking about. But before he could even think to ask the woman stood and went to the door. As soon as she opened it, two big guys in black suits and sunglasses stepped in. With earwigs in their ears they could've passed for secret service men. Once more the woman gave him a well-practiced yet unrealistic smile. Don't worry. They work for me. They're just here to help you clean up and start things off right in your new home. Be a good boy for them and mommy will stop by later to visit. One man headed toward the cowering man, the other was stopped by the woman. She looked up at him and whispered. I want him cleaned up and in proper attire. I'll not have him looking as hideous as he is. Cover his face with makeup, remove that dreadful patch, and whatever you do, make sure he doesn't notice... his deformity. Make sure th staff knows to keep him away from music and the news. As long as he is not released into the public they are free to do with him as they please. She turned to leave, but stopped. Oh, and send word to the director that Jet Black is awake. With that she turned and walked out.