The Overseer

Cane was getting rather… frustrated

It had been nearly one week since his last meeting with Alice, and it was getting rather boring as he had to listen to his clients scream and sob EVERY SINGLE SESSION. After her little breakdown Alice had been taken to solitary confinement, which is where she would stay for another two weeks

Apparently, she had gone on a small rampage before arriving in her office and as such had caused a large number of casualties, whether to the guards or her fellow inmates didn't seem to matter. Not to mention the few hundred thousand dollars' worth of damage she had created, luckily for her Catacombs were government funded, extremely heavily funded

Cane had just a few moments ago finished his sixth and final session for the day, another inmate that had simply sat on the couch sobbing and begging for Cane to "return" his powers. His infamy amongst both the inmates and the guards as the man who had survived the wolfs rage and the "power snatcher" had all but assured that when he walked through the corridors and cell blocks, he was given a wide berth as the once cackling convicts went deathly silent

He may have finished his work for the day but unlike usual where he would make his way directly out of the building and straight home, he was instead making his way to the office of the "Warden" of the asylum as they were nicknamed

Stalking through the concrete maze of the building and peering out the barred windows every once and a while to see the giant wire and steel dome surrounding the building, he eventually found himself in front of a large wooden door with the official title of Overseer

Giving a knock on the door he was responded with a rather harsh "Not now, I explicitly said I didn't wish to be disturbed!" the sound was muffled but was clearly that of a male

"Are you sure about that Mr. Wilfred?" he couldn't help but let a little of the annoyance he was feeling seep into his voice like venom on a snakes' fangs "Do you really want to waste MY time?"

As he spoke, he could clearly hear a loud crash accompanied by two yelps, one male and one not. It was shortly followed by the sound of hurried footsteps and finally the door swings open so hard that it almost was torn of the hinges

"AH Mr. Barlow! Forgive me!" the man in front of him appeared to be in his late forties, possessing a tall and thin frame accompanied by some rather large sideburns "I-I was just spending some *cough* Time with my lovely wife here…" he said rather flushed as he gestured to the woman next to him who appeared to be trying to stealthily fix her skirt

Giving a small smile and letting the venom out of his voice he said "I hate to interrupt your moment, but I am here on business"

"Oh please, come in, come in" the rather nervous man responded ushering him in enthusiastically "whatever I can do for the man who keeps our inmates in line" he continued giving a nervous chuckle

He was correct, ever since his arrival at the institution he had taken an active role in the calming and restraining of dangerous inmates, casualty rates had sunk nearly 40% since his employment and had been lowering further since his last session with "Little Red" who was well known as one of the most dangerous prisoners in the building.

Taking a seat on one of the small seats in the office he returned his gaze to the man and his wife "I'm here for a switching of patients" he told them in his most business-like tone

The overseer began to nod understandingly and give a smile "of course I understand, I expected as much" his grin grew, and he began to rub his hands together nervously "I will inform the guards of the future change of Alices psychologist and…"

"I'm not talking about Alice" he interrupted

"w-what?!" the man stuttered shocked

"I want you to replace one of my other clients with another" he continued not caring for the man's pale expression or the shocked faces on either of the husband or wife "I have grown rather tired of the constant shouting and crying, and so I want you to give me someone who is actually coherent"

"B-but you do realize the risk Alice poses to you!?... and I must for warn that any other inmates that could mentally withstand the loss of their powers would likely have to come from the… Demented Category" as he talked, he seemed to grow more and more quiet

The Demented Category consisted of the worst inmates within the Catacombs, those that had committed at least serial or mass murder, as well as being confirmed to be completely unstable. Alice was a part of this category

"Mr. Wilfred… do I look like I care" he said softly giving the man a shock "I got along perfectly fine with Alice and even beat her in a fight, I do not particularly care for the risk…" he couldn't help but chuckle "besides, if I have to listen to nothing but lunatics screaming for the next year or so I might just end up losing it myself"

Ignoring the stunned and slightly fearful expression of his supposed superior he rose from his chair and made his way through the door "just send me the file and have them in my office by the end of the week" he said as he left

After making his way home and making his dinner, he made his way to his computer and found a new file that had been emailed to him

Jasmin Rantin

The Wendigo