Days passed, and Cody laid alone in his cell backed into a corner; his hands placed firmly over his ears as his body gave violent trembles in reaction the the wrenched and horrifying screams that rang throughout his mind. What was happening to him? This couldn't be real, he though. It can not be. He listened to the clatter of feet amongst the corridors of the institution, letting the rhythm of each footstep become a soothing remedy to chase the wickedness.<br/>The steal door that shut him away from whatever reality he had left, then gave a creak as the gears turned and pushed it open, reveling a threshold. Light pored in, and he winced, hiding his face.<br/>The doctor chuckled, striding over to him with a sardonic air about him, "1646, it is time to meet your fellow dogs."<br/>Cody trembled, keeping his eyes downcast as the doctor pulled him up by his arm harshly and thrust him out of the cell and into the halls. As they walked, the man's grip on the scarlet-headed boy never losing, silhouettes of other inmates began to come into view amongst the blinding white lights over head. A melancholic fascination swept over him, churning his stomach as he looked from each person to the next, all aided by a nurse or guard. Feeling their own eyes upon him, swiftly he looked down, it seemed as if their very gazes burned him.