Power

Sarah and Dr. Young stared each other down, which was frightening and hilarious at the same time. As with Dr. Young in a slutty nurse's outfit and Sarah in a string bikini, it looked comical that the two were being intimidating. That was until you saw the hellfire in both their eyes and knew very bad things would happen if they got their hands on you.

The two spoke not a word for a very long, dangerous moment; the air was cutting sharper, as if it were being sharpened before being used to run someone through. Finally, Sarah spoke, ending the silence, though not the sharpness on the air. "You are not as influential as you said." Sarah said the accusation sounded rather dangerous despite the calm and quiet tone it was delivered in.

Dr. Young gave a very dark look in return but did not disagree with the point. "You are far more demanding than you should be. We serve the master; we shall never command him!" Dr. Young hissed back in rage, nearly feral, as she said it. Sarah returned the hiss with a withering glare, and the silence returned again, more dangerous than it had been before.

"Master is in too much danger if he tries to leave, and so it would be better for him to control all of Arkham Asylum than to make moves while it still has openings. As we both know what that can lead to," Sarah said calmly, which did not make the point any less sharp. Dr. Young gave an angry glare at the remainder of the stabbing.

"A good point, but that is our duty as his slaves to make sure his house is in order. We do not dare to command him to do tasks he did not want himself." Dr. Young said, making it clear she was not letting this point go. Sarah gave a sigh and eventually nodded at the words.

"You are right, but that doesn't change the other fact that you're not as much in his confidence as you thought you were." Sarah said, to which Dr. Young gave a shrug in return, not happy with the truth of the statement. As it was something she was growing very concerned with but didn't want anyone to know about.

Before it had been simple with just her and Nora in Arkham Asylum under his command; she had been his go-to to get supplies and talk about his schemes with. Now, though, there were too many others within Arkham that bent the knee. At the moment the closest to him was his messenger Cheryl, as she was the one that brought him to meet with the rest of them and delivered his messages. The situation was grating on her greatly.

"Do not be concerned; I am the first, and any upstarts to me are tempted and will be shown their place in time." Dr. Young said confidently, to which Sarah gave a questioning glare in return. "Just go back already; we have work to do for master." Dr. Young shouted at Sarah, who stood still for a moment and then went and got her regular uniform, which had been hidden nearby. She changed and left without a backward glance.

Dr. Young stood still for a moment like a tiger crouched and ready to pounce. Then suddenly she slammed both of her fists onto a desk, causing a large crack to form in it. "Dammit!" She screamed in her soundproof office before sitting down, trying to make sense of her situation. It was getting worse as the ranks of his forces grew within Arkum; the clash over positions was getting worse.

There was a constant war of mind games going on among the psychiatrists of Arkham as they all wanted to be his personal therapist and serve him closely. The whole reason she had brought Sarah had been to reinforce her position among them. Instead, she'd shaken it even further. It was getting dangerous as the others weren't above having her have an accident, such as going headfirst down the stairs, if it would get them closer to the master.

The only reason they hadn't yet is because they thought she was close and was useful to their master. As they didn't want to rob him of anything that he may need, whether it be a person or object. So she needed to plan to prove her worth to the master and her superiority to the others, and she needed to do it soon.