Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me... Not that great a loss.

Author's Note: Hey, this story isn't really mine. It's my friend Sarah's- I'm just putting it up here for her. This her first fanfic so please please please review. It would be much welcomed. The next chapter will be updated very soon, and it will actually involve the Yu Yu Hakusho gang!

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A flash of lightening ripped through the darkened sky, sending a brief wave of clarity into the night. The buzzing of static caused the officer to jerk awake, inattentive eyes barely catching a glance of the glowing monitors of the security cameras before the screens blacked out. The whole room plunged into the dim glow created by the flickering emergency lights. Jumping nervously in his chair at the loss of light and power, a crack of thunder echoed through the tiny security room, causing the guard to cringe at the deafening sound.

"Tarune!! Electricity's out!" the young man called helplessly to his partner. Flipping his brown hair out of eyes, he swept on the uniform cap, prepared for the worse. Paper crinkled together as his partner folded up the newspaper he had been reading and got up to check the screens.

"It's nothing!! Now settle down, Kohaku!" The bald man clapped a heavy hand on the intern's back, causing him to flinch and tenderly rub his shoulder. "Seriously," the older man muttered under his breath as he turned away to start making some tea. "New guys now-a-days." Kohaku shifted uncomfortably, but managed to sit back down in a semi-relaxed manner, looking around suspiciously into the shadowy corners of the room.

Working at a place such as the Tokyo Asylum could really get a man on edge. The escape attempts of one hostile in particular were becoming more and more frequent with every new arrival to the prison. And more deadly. The fate of the last guard was kept secret from the new intern in an attempt to keep the public's view on the security of the penitentiary to a maximum.

The screens, displaying scenes recorded by several surveillance cameras throughout the building, rapidly blinked back on, the rest of the lights following immediately after. Running his eyes across the numerous television sets, he scanned the faces of the many uncanny prisoners held at the compound. His eyes passed over one screen, then widened and jerked back, now filled with panic and alarm.

"Hey, Boss?" the young man asked as he tapped Tarune with the back of his hand, his voice quivering as he was barely able to form the words. "I think you better look at this…" His voice trailed off as he let the older man see for himself.

"What the…" Tarune rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and blinked several times to clear his vision. The bed in one of the rooms was ablaze. Tall flames licked from the sheets almost to the ceiling and there was no sign of the inhabitant anywhere. Silence overtook the room for about half a second before the sound of wood scratching against the concrete floor screeched through the air as the two men scrambled to their feet. The bald guard grabbed his radio while the latter shattered the glass door of the fire extinguisher's case. "Hukaio! Come in!" The guard hollered into the walkie-talkie he had snatched from his belt. A bored, deep voice came in through the static.

"Yeah, I gotcha, Boss."

"There's a fire in cell 17!" The guards passed through another steel door and practically flew down the long hallway.

"Holy crap!" the man on the other radio cursed under his breath. "I'll order a code blue and send more guards up your way!"

"Roger that." The radio cut off into static and Tarune replaced it at his waist as the lights lining the hallway began to flash a bright blue.

The two guards sprinted down hallway after hallway until they reached the wing they seeked. Skidding to a halt, Tarune threw open the door and burst into the room, Kohaku at his heels.

The entire bed was consumed in fire. The two men stood in the doorway, dumbly, searching around the room for the girl when a gap in the flames provided them with a horrific scene. The girl was cowering under the bed in the corner, face in her hands, sobbing.

"Hold on! We're here to help!!" The bald guard got on his hands and knees and held out a hand to her. She yelped and shied away from it. With a frustrated groan, the guard discarded his jacket and crawled forwards until his head and shoulders were in the flames. Before Kohaku knew what was happening, the older guard had been pulled under the bed. The furniture creaked and jumped, the flames exploding, and Tarune's screams of agony ricocheted off of the metal walls. Stillness swept through the room suddenly, the only sounds and movement being the flames, which continued to lick higher than ever. The smoke burned his eyes as Kohaku inched closer to the bed.

"Boss?" He called softly. Nothing. "Tarune?!" The young man sprang into action. Sprinting towards the bed, he pulled out his gun. Before he could reach it, the furniture exploded, bits of wood and sparks flying everywhere. Kohaku thrust his arms up to protect his face from the blast.

The lights in the room went out and Kohaku squinted his eyes to make out something; anything. Silence overcame the room until a guttural growl reverberated off the walls. The guard backed up until he hit the wall, but the sound advanced. It stopped suddenly, a slight echo following it. Kohaku's eyes widened in fear and he lost control of his limbs when he felt her breath on his skin.

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Walking down a back street in the city nearest the Asylum, the girl prowled, sniffing this way and that. Even after tearing the issued garb from her, she couldn't get rid of the stench of that place. Her frustration grew when she heard the sirens. The cars screeched to a stop in front and behind her. Cops jumped out and lined up, pointing their guns at her.

"Freeze!" One yelled. An evil smile spread across her face as she held her hands ready at her sides. A sound similar to metal scraping metal ricocheted off of the abandoned buildings and disappeared into the forest beyond.

"Drop the knives!" Another cop yelled, cocking his gun. The girl did not stop her sauntered, but looked down at her hands. Long claws had grown where human fingers used to be. She clicked them together and smiled fondly down at them as if at an old friend.

"These?" She asked innocently, raising them to eye level. The cops shifted and readied their weapons. "I can't. But I'll show you what I can do…" She flung her hands out to the sides and the two squad cars in front of her erupted in flame, exploding and flying out of her way. The same happened to the cars behind her and men scurried for cover. A few cops fired blindly in her direction, hoping to hit something in the confusion. They both succeeded. One bullet whizzed passed her and could be heard slicing into flesh, echoed by the scream of another cop. Another bullet met its target, embedding itself deep in her thigh. Even with the injury, she kept her calm, steady stalk towards the woods. By the time the billows of flame and smoke subsided enough to see clearly, there was nothing to see.