"Miss Owens, its time to wake up."
[i]Silence..[/i]
"Miss Owens?"
[i]Silence..[/i]
With a sigh the guard walked up further to the heavy metal door and moved the slot located on the door to peer through into the cell.
"Miss Owens. I said its time to get up!"
Squinting the guard could just barely see Sketchy's black figure floating in the cold pool of water that was made for her so that she wouldn't pass out constantly, or even die from over-heating. The pool was about 8 to 9 foot deep, enough to keep her occupied when bored and enough to cover her entire body without effort. The cell was dark, no windows, and no regular lights due to the fact that regular lighting harmed her eyes. The only lighting within the room was a small UV lightbulb hanging from the roof. From what the guard could see, she either didn't have her mask on at the time, or her face was turned away from the direction of the guard.
"Miss Owens!"
She didn't move.
Frustrated, the guard unlocked the door to the cell and opened it up. He was greeted with a gust of bone chilling air that temporarily took his breath away. Regaining his breath he took two steps into the cell, already getting half his boots wet.
"Miss Owens! I said its time to [i]Get. UP!"[/i]
....
[i]"Shut the door..."[/i]
The guard's heart suddenly jumped with fear upon realising that she was indeed awake. How long had she been awake? The guard swallowed nervously and slowly shut the door. Everyone in the asylum knew Sketchy didn't like specific loud noises. Voices was one of the main ones, which was why the guard was nervous, he had been yelling at her. If she was already awake, and he was yelling, how angered is she at the moment? The guard cleared his throat and took in a shakey breath.
"Miss Owens, its time to go eat breakfast."
[i]"I know.."[/i]
Sketchy's head suddenly turned over and her mask was clear to see. She was staring at the guard, the guard was now afraid. She let out a sigh and her body sunk into the dark water, disappearing. Even her mask wasn't visible when the water engulfed her.
"Oh god NO!!!"
The guard turned to run but slipped and lost his footing on the wet ground. His body tumbled and fell into the icey cold water. The guard was momentarily stunned by the temperature of the water, struggling to figure out which way was up. He couldn't hear anything under the water's surface, the only thing he could hear was his blood pumping and the swishes from his arms and legs thrashing in the water. Everything was black. 
"Mmff!!!"
A sudden pressure was applied to his throat. It began to squeeze his windpipe like a feral anaconda. Tightening with every second. He clasped his hand over the pressure to find that a gloved hand was the thing squeezing his throat. He thrashed around to try to wiggle out of Sketchy's grip, but she was strong. Within seconds he was suddenly lifted out of the water by his throat and Sketchy's masked face was directly infront of his.
[i]"You're too loud... So much noise you make..."[/i]
She brought his face closer to hers, still keeping a tight grip on his throat.
[i]"I. Don't. Like it..!"[/i]
"Plea-"
[i]Snap[/i]
...
[i]Silence..[/i]
Sketchy released her grip and the guard's body fell limp into the water. She grabbed his leg and began to drag his lifeless corpse out of the pool. Once she reached the metal door, she quickly slung his body out into the hallway. It hit the wall and landed on the ground with a soft [i]whump.[/i] Sketchy walked out into the hall and shut the metal door behind her to keep the cool air inside. Sighing, she began to walk down the hallway with her hands in her drenched jacket's pockets. She lightly growled to herself in annoyance at the harsh lighting, even though her mask had black fabric over the eye-holes to give some protection, it still bothered her. Sketchy jumped at the sudden loud crashing noise sounding from a different hallway. Moments later the lights flickered and shut off.
[i]"Odd..."[/i]
She said to herself and half-heartedly smiled at the comfort of the dark now surrounding her. She continued to walk and her boots made light tapping and sloshing noises as they collided with the tile floor. She shifted a bit uncomfortably, beginning to feel the loss of the cold air, luckily her wet clothing provided her with enough coldness to keep her steady. It usually took about a few hours for her cold clothing to begin to shift to room temperatures, once that begins to happen she'd go to her room and swim for a bit, or find an equally cold room so her clothes would chill once again. As Sketchy turned into another hallway, also dark from the lights being shut off, she noticed that one light was utterly shattered and pieces of glass were on the floor.
[i]"Hm. I'm not the only one all the way back here then... Makes sense that I've never noticed... I don't tend to listen much...."[/i]
She said half to herself, half to whom ever was listening. She thought she was the only one back in the cells where guards didn't ever want to go, but apparently she was wrong.
[i]"You don't seem like the loud type..."[/i]
Sketchy couldn't see anyone, but she didn't mind talking to those she couldn't see. She glanced back a few feet, finally noticing the scent of blood comming through her mask and noticed a cell open with a pool of blood seeping out. She lightly laughed.
[i]"I think I like you already...[/i]