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Moon Moon
02-11-2015, 10:05 PM
Rated M for mature. There will be blood, cursing, and other intense situations not meant for the faint of heart.

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Unlike most secret government funded places the Facility was not a towering building located in the middle of a city with a false code name. It was, instead, underneath an entire Ukrainian town. The reason the Facility was under an entire town was so that the old, worn down looking building it sat under would look as if it were still up and running and not suffer adolescents breaking in. Although, some who tried to break in, and succeeded, never got back out. Beneath this old, rundown building, was a massive network of tunnels, chambers, and rooms that went on for miles.

The Facility was run by Dr. Klaus Messerschmidt, a sadistic, German scientist. The doctor liked to reference a mysterious “benefactor”, though he never went into detail about who the man was. It was under the command of Dr. Messerschmidt, that the Facility started to abduct individuals, with no discrimination, to experiment on. The young, the old, and the physically disabled were taken at the Facility's leisure. The experiments, according to the doctor, were in an effort to jump-start the unused 90 percent of our brain capacity. The Staff used the term “experiment”, but it was actually controlled torture. Electro-shock therapy, deprivation chambers, invasive surgeries; all of these and more were tools used by the doctor and his staff to try to force innocent people to use more of their brains. Those that showed improvement in their brain capacity were experimented on further, while the Failures simply got executed. The executions took place in the middle of the common room, as a twisted reminder to the other Captives what would happen if they didn't manage the impossible.

When a person was taken, they were stripped of their name, and given, instead, a number. The number was a direct correlation to when that person was taken. The lower the number the longer they resided within the walls of the Facility. Since the ratio of Successes to Failures was low to high, there were more higher numbers than lower ones. Any number below 50 was rare, but that did not mean they had any exception to the rules. In fact, a lower number was more likely to be judged more harshly than a higher number, for they “should have known better”. On the other hand, a higher number would be more likely to be Executed for a minor occurrence, where a lower number would not. Low numbers, having been there longer, would have more control over any and all abilities, unlike the newer higher number. However, that did not mean, the the punishment lacked for either the high or low.

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The halls were relatively quiet for the early morning. Under normal circumstances the halls would be filled with screams of rage and pain, or terror. That morning, though, there was a lock-down. Most of the guards didn't know why, and a specialist had to be called in.

The specialist was a tall thin woman, her fire red hair pulled back into a tight bun on top of her head. In one hand she held a clipboard, the other tucked casually into the pocket of her long white jacket. She was feared among the Captives who had the misfortune of coming into contact with her, because her specialty was torture. But, a specific kind. She took the Captives ability and turned it against them, made it hurt them, instead of help. In some cases there were 'accidental deaths' while in her hands. The room she was going to had one of her favorite Captives in it. A tiny little blind girl, with the ability to feel as others did. A smile broke out across her face, and she wondered if she could feel her already.

Coming up on the door, she tucked the clipboard into an inside pocket on her coat and entered the room. Three guards stood posted inside. One one each side and one behind a large metal chair bolted to the floor in the center. Strapped to the chair, was Number 17. She was slumped forward, hands in her lap, thick shackles bound her wrists, a chain leading from them and wrapped tightly around her waist allowing no movement of her arms. Her legs were strapped to the legs of the chair so she couldn't kick.

“Good morning 17.” The good doctor grinned as she meandered into the room, over to a table situated to the left. Spread out on the table were scalpels, and needles, tiny bottles of different colored liquids all with different properties and side effects. “I thought you had learned your lesson since the last time we met.”

17's fingers twitched, the grating voice of the Doctor drawing her out of her mind. Slowly, the girl lifted her head, some of her tangled dirty brown locks falling away from her face. Her expression was blank, her eyes covered by a thin black blindfold. That did not hinder her 'sight' in any way, she could still see the dull gray mist that indicated the guards around her, and the bright pink mist swirling excitedly around the doctor. The excitement left a bad taste in her mouth, making something deep inside her mind stir. It had been almost fifty years since 17 had seen the doctor, she was desperately hoping that by this time, the woman would be dead beneath her feet.

“Oh? You're not talking to me this time?” The doctor, by the name of Dyatlov, sounded disappointed as she moved to stand in front of the blind girl. “Have I done something to offend you?” She grinned wide, knowing exactly why 17 hated her. Yanking the blindfold away from 17's eyes, she shined a flashlight into them, her hues dull and milky. “Hm, no change. Pupils not dilating...” With a shrug, Dyatlov slipped the flashlight into her pocket, and pulled out a capped syringe. With gloves on, for apparent reasons, she opened one of 17's eyes wide. “Please, dear, don't hold back your screams.”

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17 had been dragged back to her cell in Solitary, unceremoniously dropped onto the cot they called a bed. The blindfold had been replaced, but that did not stop, small droplets of blood from leaking beneath it to stain her cheeks. She laid on her side for hours, unmoving, unresponsive to any and all outside force. She barely stirred when her cell door swung open, and she was roughly yanked to her feet. Along with physical experimentation, the scientists, also conducted social experiments as well. 17 had not been around an Captives since she arrived at the Facility, and they wanted to know, after over eighty years, how she would react, how she would fare in a room full of Others.

But they couldn't take her as is. Her guards, covered from head to toe with cloth and armor, pulled elbow length gloves over her hands, quickly followed shackles, and the chain around her waist. She was not allowed to touch anything. Even with her gloves on her hands could be deadly. The guards pulled her out of her place in Solitary, and led her, not kindly, down many hallways. As they walked, more and more colors, feelings were streaming into her vision. She could hear the sadness, and fear, taste resentment and plots of revenge or escape. It was an assault on her senses. She did not like it at all.

17 dug her heels into the ground, her hands reflexively clenching into fists. She did not want to be around any more people. She liked Solitary, there were no emotions she had to filter through, no one she had to avoid, or see. The guard holding her chain tugged her forward, nearly making her tumble to the ground. “Pick it up.” The man grumbled. 17 freaked him out. All of the Captives did. He was relieved when they reached the Common Area, and without releasing her from the chains, he pushed her into the room. “Behave, 17. Dyatlov is looking for another excuse with you.” He hissed in her ear before taking his place against the wall, to watch the Others.

Bat Cat
02-11-2015, 10:33 PM
Falling. He was falling. Falling through the darkness. It seemed to last minutes, but in reality, it was mere seconds before he collided with the dirt of the earth. Grunting softly, he opened his eyes, the light of the arena temporarily blinding him. The dust kicked up from the impact was starting to settle as he turned onto his back, looking behind him. He only caught a fleeting glimpse of a person slipping behind a door that was quickly shut behind him. One of his three personel guards. That's right... He turned back onto his stomach and pushed himself up onto his feet. Today's betting day for the three... Every week, there was a day where the guards would throw him to the pit and place bets on him or the challenger. They were slowly learning how much of a mistake it was to bet against him.

He stretched slightly, biting back a wince as pain shot up his left arm. A bruise would probably cover a good section of the forearm, either from the grip of the guard or the way he landed. Either way it didn't matter. He didn't show pain. He couldn't afford to. It was something he had learned very quickly in this hell that he lived in. Any sign of pain would be met with even greater pain. Or worse... A quick mental check showed that all his mental barriers were still there. Even with the barriers there, he could still feel the beast inside him pressing against his mind, still feel it's influence slipping through and seeping into his mind. It wasn't that easy to lose control. It usually happened when he was under massive amounts of emotional stress. But it has happened before...

His mind drifted to the past as he looked around the boulder ridden landscape, waiting for his opponent to show themself. The doctors and scientiests had poked him so many times. Pain was the only thing that he knew for a long time. Voices had drifted in amidst the chaos. "...Useless... Pathetic... Weak... Meat for the others... Failure..." Then they messed with something they shouldn't have. Something inside of him awakened. He had no idea what it was or where it came from, just that it was dark and oh so hungry for blood. So much death had occured that day. Everyone in the room gone in minutes. More guards had swarmed the room, armed with everything from cattle prods to tranquilizer rifles. They weren't allowed anything that could be lethal. The deaths of the captives was reserved purely for the arena and public executions. They eventually overwhelmed him, pinning him to the ground. All around him, talks of his execution were being spread. He was out of control, a failure. And now he was going to die.

Then she appeared. Dr. Dyatlov. A tall, thin woman, she walked in and took one look at him before a wide grin appeared on her face. She seemed completely immune to the blood that was plastered and running down the walls. Her lips moved, but the words were lost on him. All but two words. "... Much... Potential..." She motioned to one of the guards who took out a syringe and stuck in Niv's neck. His world had quickly faded away, leaving abyss and the sweet laughter of Dyatlov. "Oh sweetie, we're going to have so much fun together."

The sound of rocks shifting to his left snapped him back to the present. Cursing, he shot to his right, making sure to keep boulders between him and his adversary. He had no idea what he was fighting, just that only one of them were going to leave this arena alive. And he had no intention of dying today.

Cassius
02-12-2015, 12:23 AM
Number 21 opened his eyes to darkness. The cold concrete underneath of his back wasn't the same cold concrete of his cell; he had been moved while he was unconscious. What happened... Why am I not in my cell? he thought to himself. A voice rang out in the darkness, answering his unasked questions.

"Well, well, well, 21. You're awake." The sadistic voice, the unmistakeable thick, German accent... Dr. Klaus Messerschmidt. That's why Number 21 was moved.

Number 21 rose to his feet, noticing that his modified rubber handcuffs had been removed while he was out. That could only mean one thing: He was going to have to use his abilities. He could feel the electrical vibrations of three men watching him from above, and another two to his right. Not saying a word, he turned his head in the direction of the men above him.

"You are in for a special test today, 21. Seeing as you like to fight your guards, often all at the same time, we're going to see just how many men you can keep up with. Fortunately for you, we have decided not to waste the other Experiments on this test. These men are... Volunteers..."

Which means you bought their lives. Fucking monster... These men would not be the first Death Row inmates that Dr. Messerschmidt had bought for these 'tests'. Number 21 had killed more men than he'd like to admit, but better criminals than more innocents.

Number 21 turned his head to the ground, not willing to disobey his captors. That was what got him in this mess to begin with. The lights in the room came on, and Number 21 saw two particularly large and angry looking men standing a few feet from him. He threw Dr. Messerschmidt one last pleading look. Don't make me kill anyone else.

"This test ends when one of my men can lay a hand on you. And, 21, listen closely. If I feel, for even a second, that you're not performing to the best of your ability, you will live to regret it." Dr. Messerschmidt laughed, and signaled to the two men that they could begin.

Before they had moved even a step, Number 21 was standing behind them, a hand on each of their backs. He sent enough electricity through the men to power an entire house, and the men dropped, smoke pouring from their bodies. Dr. Messerschmidt laughed again, and pressed a button on a control panel in front of him. A door to Number 21's left opened up, and four more men started running at him. He slammed his fists on the ground, and the entire floor of the room became encased in a thick layer of ice. All four men slipped, and fell to the ground. 21 slammed his fists again, and all four men also disappeared underneath layers of ice. The ice was so cold, that the men would be dead within minutes.

Another door, and eight men appeared. 21 cupped his hands around a growing ball of sparkling electricity, and hurled it at the man closest to him. The gleaming ball of light struck the first man, and then snaked it's way through the other seven men. Their hearts sped up, to try to match the charge of the electricity, ultimately causing them to explode within their chests.

"I am growing bored with this. Send the rest of them in." Dr. Messerschmidt said. All at once, four doors opened into the room, and men started pouring out of them. There had to be at least thirty men, all of them running at Number 21, all of them looking for blood. Seemingly at the same time, thirty mean leaped through the air at 21.

21 just wanted this to be over with. Wrapping his arms around his own chest, Number 21 sent a charge of electricity directly into his bones. He clenched his eyes shut tight, preparing himself for the horrendous pain that was about to follow. The electricity amalgamated with his bone marrow, causing rapid bone growth. Throwing his hands to his sides, countless skewers made out his own bones erupted from Number 21's body, impaling every single person that had tried to attack him. He had killed them all, but one man's fist had made contact with 21's face before the life left his eyes.

Finally. It's over... 21 thought. He retracted the bones, collapsing to the ground from the pain. He looked expectantly up at Dr. Messerschmidt, waiting for confirmation. The old Doctor merely gazed at the blood-soaked battlefield below him. "Take 21 away." Dr. Messerschmidt spoke abruptly, and, just as abruptly, turned and walked out. Two men in white outfits made entirely from rubber walked into the room. They grabbed Number 21, and drug him from the room.

The men were taking him somewhere he wasn't used to going. They bypassed his cell completely, instead taking him to the room at the end of the hall. When the doors opened, 21 was surprised to see other Captives. Most of them were trying to keep as much to themselves as possible, but a few were trying to mingle and make friends.

The men tossed Number 21 unceremoniously into the room, before joining an already formed line of guards on the far wall. Number 21 walked to a table in the corner of the room and sat, studying his fellow captives. One in particular caught his eye for the wrong reasons.

She looked younger than him, but he could tell from the electricity swirling around inside of her head that she was, in fact, much older than he was. He also noticed that unlike the rest of the captives, her bindings had not been removed; her hands were shackled to her waist. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew that this woman was special.

KittyKatAlly
02-12-2015, 01:14 AM
Pain. Darkness and pain. Those where all that could be thought of as she slowly gained conciseness. It had been a gruelling torture session with the only result being her passing out as they declared the day over. Her shadowy friends had not been happy with how far she had been pushed but they knew better then to attack without a command.

Kyda had only been at the Facility for just under a year she guessed. Having been snatched off the streets seemingly at random, she had almost grown to accept her place there. Key word being ‘almost’. She knew how far she could push before things turned ugly for her and surprisingly depending on the guard shift she could get away with a little more.
Patience, she had learned quickly, was something only a few select guards had and fewer where willing to exercise.

She had only been there a week when her ‘abilities’ began to show. She had always felt a strong connection with things of a darker nature and her mother had often told stories of how she would sit there babbling to corner shadows as a baby.
It honestly didn’t really surprise her when the continues torture finally broke something in her mind allowing her to fully communicate and control her dark friends.

Slowly opening her eyes she found herself back in her closet of a room. The bed she was laying on was the only bit of furniture in there and the room was barely big enough to fit that.
The only light source was a slim line that shone from under the door doing little to brighten the room.
Sitting up slowly Kyda almost through up as the pain doubled in intensity. Groaning loudly she slumped back down clenching her head hard.
“Guard!” She called hoping it was the nicer shift that where on, not that many would consider any of them nice. The door opened and a large figure stepped onto the threshold blocking most of the light that came streaming in.
“What girl?” The man gruffed his voice showing no emotion. Kyda could have sighed in relief as she heard the voice. This guy wasn’t bad as far as the guards went.
“Can I get some water and something for this headache?” She asked trying to keep her voice as pleasant as possible. As if he had been expecting her to ask the guard walked in and dropped a water bottle next to the bed long with a couple of pills before walking out and closing the door.

Kyda blinked at the sight of the bottle. She had honestly expected to be refused. ‘Maybe Madam Hitler pre-approved it’ She thought taking the pills and gulping them down. Sometimes the tortures allowed the captives small reprieves like this. There was no point in bringing their powers out if they where just going to kill them while doing it. She had found breaking the mind they where all to happy with but breaking the body was another.
It wasn’t long before the headache had subsided enough to let her sleep again. And sleep she did.

Sentana bentara
02-12-2015, 09:16 AM
It was spring, the tree's were dancing with the wind, and the flowers were beginning to bloom. Genko laid there with her mother, and began to look at the way the clouds formed across the sky. The sun kissed against her skin, the wind caressed her, and in this moment nothing else mattered. She lived in this moment, existed in it, and it was her last remembrance of happiness. For some reason every time after the experiments she always came back to this placing, hoping she would never have to leave. All the other memories faded. She forgot her mothers name, her fathers name, and the if she had, had any siblings. Though she held onto this, this moment in which nothing else mattered. It was the week before she came.....

Her eyes were not capable of opening. She didn't have the strength to open them and even if she did her dreams were much more beautiful than her reality. She lost track of the days, the months, and even the years. Decades past in this sanctuary for the supernatural. Even with all that time past this feeling always felt the same. Waking up after experiments always felt the same. The unease, the pain, the horror. She tried to force herself back to sleep, but to no avail.

Her body ached, and her mind began to become in tune with her surroundings. The cracks on the wall, the uncovered stains of blood, and the odor all were signs of her room. The happiness began to fade as her reality became more clear. She faded again for awhile back into her bliss. Drugs were being pumped into to keep her at bay and because of this she was in a very unaware state. When she opened her eyes again she was back in her fantasy. Though it didn't last for long as the doors began to open.

"Time to go Six." A rather familiar tone was met, her body hunched upwards as she was grabbed. She was put into a wheel chair. The guard gently put her into the wheel chair. As a tiny, tiny smirk came across her face. This guard in particular had been with her for many, many years. Though he still treated her like dirt there were times when he showed her true human compassion. She was wheeled into 'the room'. Even in her mind she referred to it as 'the room'. Truly there was no designation for it. It was a room for experiments.

"Are you ready Ms. Six?" The snide scientist smirked at her as she began to be injected head to toe. They didn't bother telling her the names of what she had been injected with, nor did they even think to tell her the effects. Fire filled her veins, then ice, then it felt as if she was being stabbed in the stomach. When the pains became too much she would lose consciousness and they would kindly wait for her to come back to reality.

"Care to show us your ability Genko?" They continued to chastise her, every time she couldn't or wouldn't she would be punished. She faded back out and when she awoke she in an unfamiliar place. There were others scattered around, this had to be the social room, but this was all too foreign to her. She hadn't seen this place in years. Her arms were bound to her legs, and there seemed to be a collar around her neck. The last time she was allowed out she had an outbreak and injured quite a few people. The only reason she was spared was because her abilities intrigued the scientist so much so that instead of death they just granted her solitude. She didn't know what to do, she sat at the end of the room. Her fingers traced the couch as she watched the others.

Namingtoohard
02-13-2015, 12:25 PM
On the other side of the planet, half a world away from the facility, Hawaii was experiencing an end to what could only be described as an extremely beautiful day. The sun was just sinking below the horizon, and from one of the small, deserted coves surrounded by rocks, the view was nothing short of spectacular. The orange sunlight reflected off the surf less water, bathing the whole area in a healthy glow, and the clean sand seemed to glisten and come to life under its influence. A few small crabs could even be seen out and about, scuttling around as they went about the last of their business before nightfall, and set about seeking the refuge that would see them through to tomorrow.

Unfortunately, Stephanie's time was up. Slowly, the whole landscape blurred together; the colours running into each other in a swirl of chaotic beauty as the image faded from her mind. Then, all of a sudden, she was back in her own body. The damp smell of a musty, enclosed, scarcely cleaned area that was permeated with moss, infested with rats and contained a bucket instead of a toilet was truly foul, and it invaded Stephanie's nostrils with malicious intent. Once upon a time, the smell had made her gag and dry heave, but now she was somewhat used to it. Not enough to be immune to its effects, but it was better than nothing.

Slowly opening her actual eyes, experiment number 82 found herself once again trapped in a small cell, which she estimated was no larger than two metres by one. There were no windows, and no souces of artificial light. Even fully adjusted, Stephanie had trouble seeing her own hand if she waved it in front of her face. The room contained some old, moth-bitten, disgusting padding that served as a miserable excuse for a bed, a bucket for her to relieve herself, and that was about it really. Three of the walls were solid concrete, thick enough to block out all sound, while the last was a heavy iron door that served as the room's only entrance and exit. Such was solitary confinement in the facility - the place where troublemakers we're sent as punishment and, with nothing else to do, were forced to sit and think until the time for their release came. It was a truly dreadful place, and Stephanie feared that being trapped there would have sent her mad long ago, if not for the first of her two abilities. Despite all the troubles it caused her, the fact that it helped her survive solitary almost made it seem worthwhile.

Most of the time that others had spent trapped, she had used to explore the rest of the world. Not only that, but her visions of the outside world gave her another advantage too - the ability to tell just how long she had been stuck there. She had returned to her body now for the sole reason that her time in solitary was almost up, and they would be coming to fetch her soon. Of course, the fact that she could see the outside world had its downsides. Stephanie longed to be out there with them, experiencing everything life had to offer, instead of cooped up in here with the other captives and the devlilish head jobs that passed for doctors. She felt an emptiness, a longing, that she found hard to explain, and one that she doubted most of the other captives could relate too. Her reason for being confined? The special abilities she had developed. Her reason for being thrown in solitary? Punching out another one of the captive experiments, before hitting him repeatedly until the guards had dragged her away.

Now, she could hear it; the first sound to reach her ears in days. Footsteps, very feint, but slowly drawing nearer. Before too long, they were directly outside her door, and it was wrenched open with an ear-splitting shriek. Even the dim light of the underground hallway outside burned Stephanie's eyes after being trapped in the darkness for so long, and she immediately backed away from it. The three guards standing outside the door, however, were having none of it.

"I hope you've finally learned your lesson, experiment 82. That, or you enjoyed your stay, because if you haven't, you'll be back here again before too long. Get her on her feet". It was one of the guards; his voice gruff and unmerciful. Unable to see his face clearly as her eyes adjusted, Stephanie was left with only her hearing to judge, and from the sounds of things, she had never met this guard before. He clearly had some sort of authority over the other two, though, as they immediately called an affirmative, before stepping into the cell. With rough hands and forceful movements, they grabbed an arm each and hauled her upwards, half carrying and half dragging her out of her cell and into the hallway, before the guard that had spoken slammed the rusty door shut behind her.

Bat Cat
02-14-2015, 07:58 AM
Rushing around a boulder, Niv paused as he heard claws scraping the ground. So something with claws... Doesn't help me much... The beast started to stir as his anxiety levels started to rise. Have to stay calm... His control the past few days had been quite good, the beast not slipping through even once. Every time that the beast had taken control, it's landed him in the arena or in solitary.

He was about to take off again, when what he heard made him hesitate. Or rather what he didn't hear. The silence was almost deafening. Closing his eyes, he pressed his back against the massive chunk of rock and listened. All was quiet at first, the only sound was that of his thudding heartbeat. But then, his ears picked up a soft purring. Coming from directly above him. His eyes shooting open, he launched forward as a loud howl filled the air. The other captive landed behind him, scrapping her claws down his right leg.

The pain was barely felt, but the added pressure threw him off balance. Niv stumbled and fell, quickly turning over to get a good look at his attacker. The female didn't seem very big, maybe five foot six inches. He was just under six foot one, so he had a definite height advantage. There were two cat ears sticking out the sides of her head in place of human ears and a long furry tail. The ears were pressed flat against her head and her tail was swishing slowly as she stalked forward on all fours, blood dripping from her claws. Her eyes were those of a cat, giving her near perfect vision no matter the light level.

Niv started to try and crawl away, but he found he couldn't move his right leg. She must've cut deep... Cursing, he could only watch as the cat pounced him. Her face inches from his, she grinned as her claws dug into his chest. He cried otu in pain as they dug in deep, the blood running down his body. The smell of iron reaching his nose, he felt the beast start to press against the barriers, determined to get out and feast upon her flesh.

As the cat started raking her claws across his chest, Niv had to shut his eyes and focus on keeping the barriers up. The pain was too much, however, and cracks started to appear. The beast took full advantage of each and every one. His eyes still closed, he reached to his side and wrapped his fingers around a small rock. A feral growl erupting from his throat, he slammed the rock into the side of the cat, sending her stumbling off of him. When he opened his eyes, they were a golden brown. The beast slowly stood up, completely ignoring the pain in his leg.

The cat girl groaned and grabbed her head as she struggled to get up as well. There was blood running down her face from the wound on her head. She looked over towards him, trying to get her vision to cooperate. There were currently three of Niv, and they were all crouching low to the ground and snarling at her. There was something different about him. Something... Darker... A shiver ran through her body as her vision corrected itself and she looked into his eyes. This wasn't the same boy she was fighting a few minutes ago. This was something completely different.

Niv charged her without warning. He watched with pure satisfaction as the fear registered in her eyes. The cat girl turned and tried to run, but Niv grabbed her by the tail and jerked her back. She let out a cry of pain as he nearly ripped her tail off. She she flew back towards him, he caught the back of her head in his hand and slammed her face down into the ground. The impact shattered the girl's nose and fractured her skull in multiple locations. Flipping her over, he growled and slammed his hand into her chest. Her eyes went wide as she screamed in agony. The beast just grinned and pushed harder, tearing through skin. He dug deep, wrapping his fingers around her beating heart. With a single pull, he ripped it out of her chest.

The girl's screams were silenced as she watched her heart take it's final beats in his hand. The beast took a massive bite of the heart, blood running down his chin and falling all over the girl. He watched as the life faded from her eyes. Pathetic. He took another bite of the heart before throwing it down.

The door to the arena opened up and his three personel guards walked in. They all had chainmail under their clothes and pads of body armor over their neck and wrists. The beast retreated, leaving Niv feeling more than a little sick. He sighed and turned to the gaurds, holding his hands out so they could cuff him. They also put a metal face mask around his mouth. He had been through this so many times since coming here, it didn't bother him anymore. His leg was hurting really badly, but at least he could move and walk on it now, albeit at a bad limp.

They made their way to the elevator and walked inside. One of the guards hit the button and the doors closed and they started going up. Two floors up, they exited and headed for the Commons. Great... I hope it's not too crowded... He had hoped to head back to his cell for some rest, but he figured that would be too easy.

They opened the door and walked in, taking a moment to undo the hand cuffs and face mask. One of the guards grumbled and pushed him into the room, mumbling something about being a lucky son of a bitch and getting his money back later. Niv sighed and kept his head down, mkaing his way to the nearest wall to sit down. There was still adrenaline in his veins from the fight and the mental barriers were still cracked. The beast was still hungry for blood... Just need to avoid confrontation and interaction with anyone and we should be okay...

Moon Moon
02-14-2015, 09:01 AM
17 sat in the middle of the floor in the Commons, not bothering to move. It would be much too difficult for her to push herself to her feet, anyway, and she honestly didn't feel like moving. All around her people moved and shifted, whispers reaching her ears. Their colors shifted and flexed making her glad for the blindfold for once, it dulled them, so it was not an assault on her already burning eyes. 17 shifted slightly, to get more comfortable and she could smell the discomfort spread through the guards. Every guard in the Facility had to memorize the Numbers and their abilities. Some of the Numbers made the guards uneasy, especially the ones who played with the mind. Sure, the physical abilities were incredibly fearsome, but when someone fucked with your mind it was a whole new level of scary. Physical abilities tore the body apart, hurt, maimed. Mental ones could just sit inside the mind like a time bomb and go off at unexpected times.

An inkling of curiosity wedged itself into her conscious, but it did not come from her. Now, 17 couldn't read thoughts, but she could hear, smell, feel, taste, and see emotion or intention, and draw her own conclusions from them. It was one of the reasons she didn't want to be out of Solitary. She disliked people with an incredibly deep passion. Her fingers twitched as the barrage of emotion crashed over her. There was too much crying, and sorrow, a lot of pain, and rage. Then there was excitement, a loud flare of emotion erupted in the corner, when one of the Captives started laughing uncontrollably. 17 visibly flinched, hunching forward, so her hair fell like a curtain around her.

If she could have, 17 would have put her hands to her ears, the noise almost too loud for her to handle, but she couldn't move her arms an inch away from her body. The intentions, emotions got louder, more intense the longer she sat there. More Captives and guards kept filing in, adding to the noise. 17 had to forcefully restrain herself from leaping up and rushing at the nearest person, and pushing her mind into theirs. A move like that, though, would get her taken back to Dyatlov, and as much as she wanted to get her hands on that psychotic bitch, she wasn't ready for that confrontation.

Again, 17 shifted, crossing her legs in front of her. But her movements were a ruse, to distract from her slowly inching the long gloves off of her hands. She had to get back to her safe place. Her Solitary. In however many years she had been there, she had only been in a situation like that once and it had turned out bad for everyone. Her ability had been too fresh, too new, and she was subjected to a similar situation. The colors, the sound, it had all become too much for her to handle and she had attacked nearly everyone in the room, including the guards. That day they learned that any close contact with that girl was strictly prohibited, especially if her hands were uncovered.

A sudden change in the air drew her attention away from her thoughts of disobedience. A vivid splash of bright blue entered her 'vision' the mist of color moving and twisting unlike any other she had seen. I pulsed and crackled almost like lightning trapped inside a bottle. Another flicker of curiosity flared up, this time from her. Surprise followed it, as 17 had not felt any emotion herself in almost eighty years. Darkness pulled her from her thoughts, and she lifted her head slightly almost as if she were looking for the source. Another new Captive had entered the room, and he didn't have just one color. He had two. One was the normal apprehensive color, swirling around the human-shape. But the other color was golden with flecks of darkness. This Other was different from the rest. 17 turned her head, following him across the room, almost as if she could see him through her blindfold.

17 decided that she didn't really care about the other captives. Even if they were new and interesting. All she wanted was to be away from all of them and in her own Solitary Cell with her own thoughts and emotions. Turning her attention away from the two new Numbers, she went back to slowly pulling the gloves off of her hands. Even with the shackles biding her wrists, if she was careful, she could pull them both off before the guards were able to catch on. After a few moments, her black gloves fell to the ground. Triumph, shot through her for a moment, followed by a small pain in her wrist. 17 ran he fingers along the edge of the silver chains and discovered that they were not smooth at all but splintered, and when she pulled the glove off, the piece of metal had made a small cut in her wrist. Curiously she tilted her head, feeling blood under her fingers. It was oddly warm, and smooth. Sticky even.

“Hey!” One of her three guards shifted away from the wall. “What are you doing?” The corners of her lips twitched up into a smirk. Perfect...

Cassius
02-15-2015, 07:00 PM
Number 21 watched in earnest as two more Experiments were brought to the Commons. Two more people that he didn't know.

The first, a rather broken looking woman, also still chained, made her way to the back of the room. Number 21 could feel her watching the room, surveying the other Experiments.

The next to arrive, was a strong-looking man with a limp. Number 21 made note of the incredibly deep gashes in his leg. Those, coupled with the blood all but pouring from his chest, told Number 21 that this man had just come from the Arena. This man was very interesting to Number 21, as he had two sets of electrical impulses tumbling around inside his brain. The first was swirling at the rate of an average human male, but the other was quicker; angrier.

Number 21 snapped his fingers, and a tiny spark of electricity, invisible to the human eye, began to snake it's way toward this newcomer. If it made contact, he would feel only the tiniest of static discharges, no more than a small static shock, but it would give Number 21 minor access to the man's brain; glimpses of thoughts, sights, and memories from the last forty-eight hours or so. It would also allow Number 21 to communicate telepathically with him, if he so chose.

He couldn't dwell on the newcomers for long, however, as he sensed the electricity of the room change. Someone wanted out, and didn't want to go the nice way. As Number 21 scanned the room, his eyes fell on the first frail girl he had seen earlier. He saw a tiny drop of blood drip from her now glove-less wrist at the same time her guards did.

Quicker than the human eye could register, Number 21 was standing between the girl and her guard, his eyes on the guard's. He sent another probing static shock toward the guard, and felt it take life inside the guard's brain.

Nothing is wrong. Relay that to the other guards, and back off... The thought was a command, driven into every one of the guard's synapses. The guard shook his head, as if clearing cobwebs from his mind, and then turned back around to the other two guards.

"It's nothing. 17's not going anywhere." he told them.

Number 21 glanced at the girl, apparently Number 17, before going back to his corner, and resuming his silent study of the group.

Sentana bentara
02-15-2015, 08:00 PM
Six wasn't amused by the commotion. Another came in after her and eyes seemed to be guided towards him. He was odd, different, and it bored her. Her brain became scattered looking at every inch of the room, her eyes bulged out, and her head ached. Her veins began to pulse, dents seemed to form around her head, and once all was processed she suddenly stopped. A guard began to yell, but amiss the array of data collecting she didn't pick up what he said. Her eyes darted to the girl, whom for some reason seemed to be trying to break free from her shackles. The loud noise from the guards, shattered her mind momentarily.

"Not smart, not smart," she muttered under her breathe. Then something peculiar happened. The guards, whom were coming toward her in aggression were met in between another patient. That wasn't the issue, the issue was that he did something that caused the guards to retract their aggression and move on. She smirked a little, letting out a small laugh.

"You're gonna get caught, you're gonna get caught. You're gonna get caught." She continued, pointing at the boy. Her laughing continued to gradually get louder. "You're gonna get caught, bad boy. You cheated, cheated the guards. You cheated." Her laugh's became erratic and guards began to notice her commotion. Her finger continued to point at the boy.

"Cheater, cheater. You used your power, you cheater." Her chant ensued, this time the guards grabbed her, and began to pull her away from the boy. She suddenly collapsed back into herself. She bit her lip, realizing what she had said, outting the boy. She went to another corner of the room away from him. Though the damage was already done, and he would most likely get found out. She pulled her attention to a few children in the social room, and tried to forget the incident she just caused. Her mind was very fragile and even the noise of the guards caused a minor collapse in her thoughts. She was angry, angry at the people who did this to her.

"Number 6, is there an issue?" Suddenly, her ears were met with that of a scientist voice. Her fingers twisted her hair, her teeth began to bite across her lips, and her eyes averted from the scientist. She didn't want to get in trouble for her outburst, so she just shook her head no, and look down waiting for the scientist response.
"If you can't control yourself, we'll have to put you back into solitary. Am I clear?" She nodded her head yes, "Yes Sir." She nodded at the tall man, going back to her business alone.

KittyKatAlly
02-16-2015, 08:01 AM
A loud knocking at her door woke her not an hour later. Groaning Kyda mumbled in her sleep shifting so her back was to the obnoxious sound. Suddenly a large hand was on her shoulder shaking her awake roughly. It didn't last long though as a dark figured swirled around her seeming to scare the person off.
"Up now!" The guard demanded his voice sounding like it was back at the door so he was safely in the light.
"Alright, alright. Don't get ya knickers in a twist Boris." She said yawning loudly as she sat up and stretched. Her head still hurt and she could use another few hours of sleep.
'Maybe I can get some more sleep if we aren't going for another session,' Kyda decided standing up. She instantly regretted that decision as the room spun making her sit back down quickly.
"Oh god that was not fun." She moaned as one of her shadowy friends steadied her.
"Hurry up girl I don't have all day." Barked the guard earning himself a board glare from the captive.
"Oh yes im sure you have something very important wait for you on the outside." came the growl making the guard step back.

With the help of her shadowed friend Kyda got to her feet and stormed out into the hall past the guard. He had put her in a mood now so she planned on being as unpleasant as possible to the man. Catching onto her mood the shadow that helped her lingered near the guard making sure not to touch him in case it went against its human friend.
"Lito dont linger if your going to do something do it." Kyda commanded her voice cold with a dangerous edge to it. The guard, to his credit, didn't flinch when the shadow got up in his face. Instead walking around it and walking forward making it clear that she was meant to follow.
'You know if enough of the captives arced up im sure this place wouldnt stand a chance. Even with the second coming of Hitler at the helm' She thought silently to Lito earning a very long winded speech on the last lot of captives who thought like that.
Maybe it was because she was still so knew to the facility or maybe she was just rebellious at the best of times but she refused to believe this would be her life for very long. Kyda wasn't stupid enough to believe she could make the difference herself but.... maybe... she could start something
They walked for what seemed like forever down halls Kyda had never been in before. It had her slightly on edge as they neared the only door she had seen in a few meters.
"Hey! What are you doing?!?" Kyda heard someone yell from inside the room causing the gaurds outside to look at each other.
"Oh dont tell me the party ahs started already?" She said in moke annoyance. The gaurds where not amused to say the least giving her withering looks as she past. All she could do was try not to giggle and bat her lashes at them innocently.
She was pushed into the room with a curt comment to behave before the door was closed again. Lookign around she noticed the room was filled with other captives. All looking a little worse for wear.
Her eyes immidetly landed on a girl in the middle of the room. Her hands where chained to her waist and by the look of the guards she was the one they where yelling at. She looks harmless... Was Kyda's first thought. But she had been known to be wrong before. -Watch yourself child the girl has power- Lito whispered to her while directing her gaze at a boy at the edge of the room. -And that one, there is something to rivel even the darkest of us in that one-
"Point taken Lito, ill watch my back." Kyda promised moving to the opposite side of the room keeping her back to the wall.

Namingtoohard
02-18-2015, 02:37 AM
As one had come to expect, the guards at the facility were rather rough in their handling of subject 82. Their rough hands gripped her tightly, and they dragged her along at a speed that made it impossible for her to try and regain her footing, if she had so wished. Perhaps they simply weren't paid enough for them to be nice, or they really were just big assholes, like Stephanie had always assumed of them. Probably some combination of both. Staying silent as they dragged her to wherever it was that she was bound next, she focused on blinking rapidly as she waited for her eyesight to adjust to the sudden abundance of light. After three days in solitary, it was a rough shock to her corneas, and the pain was noticeable as they slowly grew used to the new conditions.

How long it took, Stephanie did not know, but eventually they reached a section of the facility she recognized. It seemed that the guards were taking her back to the commons, which struck her as odd. Normally, after spending time in solitary, it was back to her cell, or off to meet one of the scientists to see if she had finally learned her lesson or made any progress with her powers while left alone. As they approached one of the sealed doors, the two guards carrying her came to a halt, while the one that she had earlier identified as their captain moved to open it. The group of hired muscle did not need to speak, but rather just exchanged a series of nods in quiet and simple understanding as to what they would do next.

With a familiar groan, the door to the commons slid open, and in a single deft motion, the guards holding Stephanie tossed her forward, sending her sprawling onto the ground. Landing on her hands and knees, 82 didn't so much as wince at the pain that shot through her arms and knees, but instead, immediately glanced back over her shoulder at the guards who had thrown her there, teeth bared. Her first instinct was to get up and hit them, but it seemed that they had pre-empted her little outburst, and all three had formed up in the doorway. Thinking better of it, Stephanie got to her feet, brushed herself off, and decided to walk off towards the far wall of the room; deciding to ignore her new retinue as they followed her at a distance.

Bat Cat
02-18-2015, 04:20 AM
Niv closed his eyes, trying to focus on repairing the mental barriers in his mind. The adrenaline combined with the tension in the room wasn't making it easy. Some more captives entered the room, but he took no notice of them. He didn't want to risk anything.Need to focus... Can't let us get into trouble again... Can't risk being sent to her... A dark laugh echoed through this mind. But it's so much fun to play with these fools. They think that they can control me. The guards said something, but he didn't catch it. There was movement, but he didn't see it. You smell it, don't you? The iron. The blood. He looked up slowly towards 17. Her... It's... Coming from her... You know you want to have a taste. You know you want to have what she has. The power. He could feel the beast's thoughts caressing his mind. He could hear the whispers from the other captives in the room. "Take it. Take it all. It's all yours for the taking 115." 115 glanced around the room, trying to see who was talking, but no one was even looking at him.

We need to get out of here... But we need to be strong enough that they can't stop us... A grin broke out on his face, his eyes turning a golden brown as the beast surged forward. A feral growl erupting from his throat, he launched forward towards 17. A small spark jumped from the floor to his foot, but he thought nothing of it. He right leg was throbbing bad, the wound torn open by the sudden usage. He had a slight limp to his run, but it barely slowed him down. "Hey! Sit the fuck down!" Three guards ran from the door towards him.Fools! Crouching low, his nails grew into claws as they scraped along the concrete floor. Two of the guards had their batons armed by the time he reached the first one. This one didn't have a chance to use it. The beast leapt upwards just before contact, digging his claws into the bottom of the guard's jaw. Tearing into flesh, he lifted the guard off of his feet and slammed him headfirst into the ground, killing him instantly.

Jerking his claws free, he slung blood across the floor as he rushed towards the second guard. This one was completely unarmed. Must be new to the job. Oh well. He lunged at the guard's throat, causing the guard to throw up his arms to protect his face. With one swipe, 115 tore open both of the man's wrists. He turned to leave the man to bleed to death, watching as the third guard started to bring down his baton upon him. Growling, he sidestepped and took off towards 17 again, mentally cursing himself for getting distracted by the guards. She would have had enough time to react and possibly defend herself.

Moon Moon
02-18-2015, 04:40 AM
Color danced around the room, a fluctuation in power, emotions and attitude pulsed all around her. 17 noticed a few more colors, new to the room, but what she was focused on, intent on getting a hold of was the darkness that pulsed, the mist flexing like it was breathing. She moved her arms up as best as she could, leaning down some, yanking the blindfold from her eyes, the milky blue hues staring blankly forward. The colors brightened around her, the darkness headed straight for her. With her head bowed, her face hidden by her hair, the corners of her lips twitched up into a smirk.

Gray colors darted between her and the darkness, but two of the gray mists faded into nothing, and 17 only assumed they died. She only saw the colors of the living, the dead had no color. They felt nothing, they were nothing, and just like flicking a switch the colors burnt out. Gone. Head cocking to the side, she shifted and pushed herself to her feet. A guard rushed towards her, his intent a mix between protecting her from the dark color, as they were not in the arena, and punishing her for instigating a fight. Even though, the latter could not be proven. Just as the guard reached her, she wrapped a chained hand around his wrist between his gloves and his sleeve, and the man fell limp. 17 bent down and grabbed a ring of keys, feeling for the one that would unlock her rusty shackles.

Metal rattled as her chains fell from her wrists, and she stretched her arms up and above her head. Another guard was on her in seconds, but without looking at him, she grabbed his face with her bare hand, and the man started screaming as he fell to the floor. 17's expression remained impassive as she waited for the two-colored being full of darkness approach her. Her smirk widened slightly, almost as if she wanted him to reach her. She did, in fact. 17 wanted to dive inside his mind, she wanted to know how one could be two colors. She wanted his memories, she wanted his pain and then force him to feel it for all of eternity. Why? There was no real reason. No method to the madness, maybe it was just to add another number to her ever growing list of casualties. Maybe it was to show the guards, and other captives that she was not meant to be outside her Solitary.

Maybe it was because she had a hidden streak of sadism, and she ached to make others relive their worst pain.

Cassius
02-19-2015, 09:47 PM
From his corner, Number 21 flinched briefly as one of the girls, Number 6, pointed at him, jeering out-loud about him using his abilities on a guard. With any of the guards besides his own, that wouldn't be an issue, but his guards knew how cunning he could be when he wanted to. As Number 6's own guards took notice of only her, Number 21 relaxed again.

Another girl was now brought into the commons, followed by another. Both of these women looked like they had seen better days, but Number 21's thoughts were demanded elsewhere.

Number 21 felt a surge of powerful energy from the man with two sets of brainwaves. Before 21 realized the man's intentions, he had already killed three guards. Ordinarily, Number 21 would have let the man sign his own death warrant, but it was at that moment that he felt his probing electrical impulse take life inside of the man's brain, and he saw the intent; This man wanted to get at Number 17.

For a reason that he didn't know, Number 21 was unwilling to let that happen. In less time than it took a human heart to beat, Number 21 was standing, again directly in the way of someone trying to harm Number 17.

If you want to get to her, you'll have to go through me, and I assure you that you won't. Number 21 sent the thought directly to the electrical impulse in the man's head, effectively communicating telepathically.

Number 21 threw his arms out to either side of his body, and with them came a wall of ice between Number 17 and the rest of them. He shot the man a daring look.

Your move, Beast Boy.

KittyKatAlly
02-20-2015, 02:10 AM
Leaning against the wall Kyda only smiled little at the other captives getting nothing in return but feeling better for having tried.
Suddenly the mood in the room changed. Growing colder and... angrier. Out of the corner f her eyes she spotted the boy she had noticed earlier lunge at a guard.
Moulding herself slightly more against the wall Kyda pursed her lips slightly impressed with the show the apparent 'beast boy' was putting on.

Blood now covered the floor adding a distinct metallic flavour to the air. Taking her eyes off Beast boy as she had dubbed him, Kyda looked at the girl that had been sitting on the floor. One of the guards had stepped a little to close for comfort it seemed.
Kyda watched as the girl extended a hand and placed I on his face. she didn't know what the girl did but the man screamed then dropped to the floor dead.
"Well that's just a little too X-Men for my taste." She mumbled to no one in particular but she could feel the distinct glare from Lito.
'Your humorous references are not appreciated at this moment.' Her friend growled only causing Kyda to smile sheepishly.

Taking her eyes off the massacre she looked towards the rest of the captives, all but on guy where huddled in a corner staying out of the action leaving her dangerously exposed in her position near the front.
'Don't move. They may turn on you instead.' Lito commanded moving so it was covering most of the wall behind her.
"Yeah... Good plan..." Kyda mumbled readying herself to run or summon, What ever would save her ass first.

Jut as she blinked a wall of ice appeared in front of the creepy girl protecting her or beast boy she wasn't sure.
"Well... This is going to get fun..."

Sentana bentara
02-20-2015, 04:21 AM
Number six had no clue what was going on, everything began to move so quickly she had problem's processing what exactly was happening before her eyes. The room stunk of blood, there was splatters dripping down the wall, and hysteria seemed to fill the room like a thick cloud. Number six couldn't help but look away, this beast would be dealed with, and possibly spared. Though she feared for him because he would have a fate much worse than death. She remembered her outburst, the people she killed, the blood she shed, and it brought her nothing but pain to think about. He was strong, but her abilities could probably match par with him. Though she didn't have the mental strength to fight the beast. After coming off heavy sedatives her mental abilities were very impaired. Then there was a boy whom seemed instantly appear in front of a her. She didn't notice what was going on until the beast came lunging at them.

A wall of ice appeared and she felt a sigh of relief, but it wouldn't last. Not that it mattered she could hear the clicking of doors. Guards were coming, she could hear them chant with their rather authoritatively harsh voices. It seemed everyone began to follow cue. That is everyone who wasn't apart of the little incident. Number 6 slowly walked towards a wall where she saw another girl. Something peculiar was going on, guards were posted near all inmates as a safety measure. Though the proximity they shared was usually as far as possibly, but the guard next to her seemed different. He was close, very close.

She could hear the chide of weapons dragging their batons against the ground. A shiver went down her spine. She knew this wouldn't end well, and she wanted to walk away, but it was too late. If she moved anymore she may scare the beast, or possibly turn it on her. She whispered at the girl,
"I'm six, who are you? Do you know what's going on?" Her voice was scrappy, it seemed to break at the end of each word, and she stuttered as she felt her nerves pulse.

Bat Cat
02-23-2015, 05:36 AM
The beast snarled at the man who appeared before him. Well now, what do we have here? It had been years since someone had activly stood against him when he wasn't in the arena. The last one who tried hadn't lived to see the following morning. He was about to launch towards the newcomer, when a voice rang out in his mind. The beast grinned savagely at the challenge. "Very well, I shall rip your spine out of your throat and use it to beat the girl sensless!" He launched towards 21 with a feral roar, swiping at his throat.

...Beast Boy? He had only heard that term once before. It was what his peronel guard had called him... Seconds before he was slaughtered. They had quickly learned that it required three guards to restrain 115, and even then, it wasn't always fully effective. Ever since then, the name had ticked him off and made the beast agitated.

Cassius
02-26-2015, 04:29 AM
Number 21 saw the beast leap forward; he had expected that much. He hadn't, however, expected so much speed from the beast. If he wasn't able to move faster than sound waves, his trachea would have been torn to shreds. Luckily for him, he could move that fast, and the beast's claws had torn just the first few layers of flesh on his throat as he dipped to his right.

Wiping his hand across his throat, a tiny spark of super-hot electricity snaked it's way though his skin, effectively cauterizing the wounds. He grinned at 115, the bloodlust that he had tried so hard to suppress shining through little by little.

Number 21 slammed his fist into the ground, sending a wave of ice towards where 115 had landed. The ice would capture his feet, freezing him where he stood.

This was, of course, just a diversionary tactic, and 21 had no intention of the ice taking hold. He assumed, instead, that 115 would jump in the air to dodge. As soon as his icy fist touched ground, he braced himself for the pain and spun, one of the bones in his forearm harpooning from the end of his hand, essentially becoming a bladed weapon. A bladed weapon aimed at precisely the spot he expected 115 to be moments later.

Namingtoohard
02-27-2015, 03:20 AM
To be honest, things happened a lot faster than Stephanie would have liked. One moment, everything seemed as per usual, with the subjects hanging around and minding their own business, bar a few who had managed to get themselves into some sort of trouble. Then, in an instant, all hell seemed to break loose. Guards started dropping like flies, dying left right and centre as their blood was used to paint the walls, and a handful of the other numbers even went so far as to start using their abilities, charging each other with clear reckless abandon. It seemed that the rule against such things had been forgotten...or that they were intentionally choosing to ignore it.

Amongst all the chaos, Stephanie couldn't help but smile to herself. This was the sort of atmosphere she loved, considering how the fighting that took place in the arena was her only respite in this dull place. That said, there was one present that she certainly didn't want to cross - namely, the beast that was attacking the other subjects. Still, she had the guards behind her to deal with, and she was sure that they themselves would prove to be a nice warm up, if nothing else. A quick glance back over her shoulder showed that all three of them had paused to watch the ongoing violence, clearly unsure if they should run or try and intervene.

Deciding not to give them a chance, Stephanie curled her right hand into a fist. In one fluid motion, she spun around to face them, bringing her arm up at the same time. Using her momentum, she threw the entirety of her weight behind her arm, smashing her fist into the side of the first guard's face before he knew what was happening. The force of the blow knocked the man unconscious, and he fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes; his eyes rolling back into his head. The blow hurt Stephanie's fist, to be sure, but it was a good sort of pain. The pain she could deal with.

Of course, it registered with the other two guards immediately as their comrade went down. Both of them drew their batons, but thanks to one of her powers, Stephanie knew what both of the men were going to do before they knew it themselves. As soon as the first guard had gone down, she moved onto the second, and was upon him before he had even drawn his weapon. 82 immediately delivered a solid kick to the side of his knee, and felt the bone under her foot give way as the bone popped out of its socket. The man screamed and collapsed, but only for a moment, before Stephanie grabbed his uniform and slammed him into the ground; a loud crack resounding throughout the commons as his skull split against the concrete.

That just left the last guard, who she had identified earlier as the leader of the three. Unfortunately for her, unlike the other two, he had his baton drawn and was ready for a fight. For a few moments, she had no choice but to defend herself. The man leapt forward, quickly raining blows down on her. Using her arms, Stephanie shielded her face for a moment, before the man adjusted and began striking her exposed sides. Growling savagely, she responded by lashing out and grabbing the man's wrist as he moved to swing again; her nails breaking the skin and causing the man to bleed. With her free hand, she reached up and grabbed the man's face, pushing her thumb into one of his eyes. As soon as she began to recoil, she ended the fight with a quick knee to the abdomen, followed by a knockout blow delivered to the side of his head.

With the most immediate threat taken care of, Stephanie straightened up again and once again turned her attention to her surroundings. Thankfully, everyone else in the room seemed too preoccupied with the other, much larger fights going on in the room to take notice of her. For the first time in an age, the thought of actual escape entered her mind, but she knew she wouldn't be able to do it alone. If she failed, there would be hell to pay, but considering what was already going on, there would probably be hell to pay anyway. She doubted she could go it alone, though, which lead her to her next course of action - picking out any of the other subjects who might look as if they were interested in escaping...and wouldn't kill her in the process.

KittyKatAlly
02-28-2015, 07:27 AM
Kyda was so fixed on the fight in front of her that she hadn't noticed one of the other captives standing next to her.
"Im six, who are you? Do you know what's going on?" The girl asked. Kyda offered her a small smile in return.
"Oh hi, these guys call me 1677 but I prefer Kyda. As for what's going on... Maybe a lovers quarrel." Kyda said with a shrug her eyes dancing with amusement. It didn't last long though as Lito elbowed her sharply in the side. Looking at her friend she scowled mouthing 'what the fuck'.
"I told you once I will not tell you again." Lito warned earning a scowl.

Her attention was quickly brought back to the fight as Beast Boy made a grab for Mr Freeze, as Kyda had dubbed him. She let out a hiss of sympathy as his claws barely missed ripping the other guys throat out.
"That's gotta hurt." She whispered unconsciously bring her hand up to her own throat and rubbing it lightly. This was not going to have a happy ending, not at all.

Then in the blink of an eye Ice spread across the floor. Without even thinking Kyda grabbed Six and pushed her into the corner a little to there right making sure herself and Lito where between her and the fight. She didn't know the girls power but if they could avoid getting involved...
"Lito... I cant get into this. I haven't been back from the depths long enough to keep my wits about me."

Sentana bentara
03-02-2015, 07:04 AM
A peculiar site was in front of her, the tumbling of captives, the smell of blood, and it seemed that chaos had truly ensued. There wasn't a foot in the vicinity that wasn't taken up by one or more captives. They were all aimlessly attacking, trying to hurt each other, misdirecting their anger, and showing how truly savage a place like this could turn someone.

"Hi 1677...." Her words trailed as she began to think hard, the battle seemed to become dull to her mind as she searched for one thought. 'my name'- She murmured in her head. Searching, searching, and yet to no avail. She looked for it, it had to be somewhere. "my name..." she muttered this time aloud, but was taken back by the loud bang of guards she began to hear elsewhere. Yet all she could find was a memory. She could see her mom's lips, but the rest of her face was gone, the only etching of her mother's memory was this. She was calling out to her, but 6 couldn't hear.

She faded back into her reality. She could hear the guards coming closer, but as they finally met the room the captives began to attack them. Their anger was redirected to a common threat, but this didn't mean their attacks weren't still sent aimlessly. A sudden ball of light was brought dashing towards them, before her eye blinked they were surrounded in a dome bubble. She looked at the girl and the guy,

"This is my power, you protected me, and I shall do the same." She kept her hands out, feeling a bit of pain. The light bounced across her dome and arced upward exploding out causing massive damage. She knew they would stop them, brawl's constantly happened, and she wouldn't be apart of this mess. Their attacks were unclean, their aim was laughable, and she knew that even this little battle would be lost. They would get sent back to their respective rooms where she would be sent for more testing that would inturn change her into even more of a monster. She wished so much for a change... something better.

Moon Moon
03-07-2015, 05:53 AM
17 watched colors dance in front of her, clashing and twisting around, splashes of red vividly corrupting the colors. Some colors dispersed, swiftly moving, stumbling towards what she assumed were the walls of the room, while grey splattered wisps rushed to round up the unoffending colors. Guards. How typical. Just when things were getting interesting enough to want to stick around they had to poke their noses in and ruin everything. Wanting to feel the raging colors in front of her, she stepped forward and reached a hand out, only to come into contact with something hard and cold. Inanimate objects, such as the ice wall before her, held no color; therefore, she did not see the wall of ice towering in the middle of the room. Frowning she slid her tiny hands along it, the temperature in her fingers dropping, her fingers icy.

Not seeming to find a way inside the ice prison to the colors she wanted to get her hands on, she turned her attention to the muffled voices that reached her ears. It wasn't often she heard Captives speak. Actually, now that she thought about it she never heard Others speak. Unless their screams of agony bleeding through the walls of her Solitary Cell counted, which she didn't think should count. A scream is an expression of pain, an outlet of terror and agony, not a true voice. What were these voices saying? Exchanging numbers, and protection. Now... why would they do that?

Guards rushed into the room, aiding the ones that were already inside the room. Some Captives were taken and pulled away to their own Cells, but a Guard that had been there during the whole outbreak looked around at the remaining Captives in the room. There were several. Numbers 17, 115, 21, 1677, 6, 82, 1359, 827, and 436. Shouting orders the guard pointed at them all one by one. From what 17 could make out, an order was to take them to the arena.

"If those two want to fight, they can fight to the Death in the Arena. We can't have them spooking the Others." The guard growled, but he had no way to get to any of the Captives. An ice wall separated two of them from the others, and the rest seemed to be huddled in corners or against the walls. "Gas them." The guard grumbled, wishing he hadn't taken this job in the first place. It couldn't be helped though. He was a Soldier. The Government funded this place, and thus the soldiers were the ones forced to guard it. From what, he wasn't sure; whether it was protecting the Captives from themselves or Others, or keeping them locked within the walls of the Facility.

Bat Cat
03-08-2015, 12:34 AM
115 saw the ice covering the floor, but he didn't bother trying to dodge it. His eyes flashed again, his irises changing into those of a cat. Dark spots appeared all over his skin as his claws extended, becoming sharper and more curved. He lunged forward, his claws skimming the surface of the ice. As the ice covered the claws and tried to freeze him in place, the sudden resistance shattered them. He reached out and grabbed the bone spear, landing softly on it without touching the ground. He was crouching and grinning at 21, dark spots now apparent on his body as fur started to grow in their place. The maneuver had come at a small cost, however.

Blood dripped from his fingers and onto the floor, the fingers on his right hand sliced deep when he grabbed the blade. He could barely feel the fingers, but it didn't matter. He was well within striking distance of his prey. And as long as he was in contact like this, there was no way that he could run away again. "Time to die!" He raised his left hand up to swipe at 21's face, when a soft giggle rang out in the room. ""The Doctor will come, the Doctor will come, the Doctor will come and you will scream." The beast growled and turned to see a young girl near the wall smiling, number 436. She was rocking back and forth slightly as she continued to chant. "The Doctor will come, you will scream, and she will laugh."

115 kicked off of the weapon, 21 completely forgotten, and landed next to the girl. She didn't seem to notice him. However, her tone was starting to deepen, becoming more of a growl. "The Doctor will come, you will scream, and she will laugh!" To everyone else, she would be seen as looking up at him, trembling in fear. Yes, the Doctor will surely come. However, what she finds will make her proud. You are just like the others. A Failure. The beast didn't even give her a chance to scream. 115 snarled and sliced towards her, tearing open her gut. The girl's eyes went wide as her hands went to her stomach, her entrails falling into her quaking fingers. He reached forward with his left hand, gouging out her eyes. Gripping her by the eye sockets, he pulled her forward and threw her onto the ice. Her still conscious form fell face down on the ice, the ice traveling up her body as she was frozen alive.

115 was about to turn back towards 21, when more whispers reached his ears. They were close. Turning, he saw two girls a few feet away. They think they can plot to take my power from me?! He growled loudly, rushing towards them. When he was a foot away, he slammed into a barrier, energy pushing against him. He started to push forward, determined to break through, when a word slipped across the room and reached his ears. "...Gas..." Pausing, he turned and locked eyes with the guard barking orders. He thinks that he can stop the fun. I shall add him to the list of the dead! A feral growl erupting from his throat, he rushed towards the guard.

Cassius
03-11-2015, 01:07 AM
Number 21 ignored anyone and everyone else in the room. He heard their voices, heard their words, but nothing stuck in his mind. His focus was completely on Number 115. His animal instincts had kicked in, and he wanted nothing more than to feel 115's life force drain beneath his fingertips.

Beast Boy was smarter than he anticipated, however, and dodged both attacks that 21 sent towards him, save a few cut fingers. 115 was now balanced sprightly on the tip of his makeshift sword, poised for attack. 21, completely un-ironically, growled at the Beast, simultaneously angered and impressed by his quick thinking.

"Time to die!" the Beast screamed, ready to send another strike towards 21. You won't live long enough to see me die, dog... 21 thought inside of 115's head. 21 built up electricity in his body, ready to send it down his bones and fry 115, before a sing-song voice rang out. 21 started to tune it out like the rest of the voices, but caught a word that made him stop in his tracks; Doctor.

The only Doctor that 21 knew of specifically was Dr. Messerschmidt, and anything to do with him made 21 very nervous. He immediately let go of the built up electricity, not wanting to have any sort of interaction with any doctors, least of all Dr. Messerschmidt.

115, however, didn't share 21's hesitation, and proceeded to eviscerate the girl singing about doctors. Suddenly, an idea formed in 21's mind; an idea that hadn't shown itself for decades. Was it happiness? Not quite. Could it be... Hope?

Before 115 was able to, 21 raced to the guard whose life was about to be extinguished, and shoved the bone-shiv between his second and third rib. 21 turned and faced 115, something akin to a grin flashed across his face before he angled the blade upwards, and into the guard's heart, killing him instantly. Still looking at 115, 21 closed his eyes.

115. I'm talking directly to the Beast now. Eyes still closed, 21 smiled for the first time in what felt like eighty years. Do you wanna get out of here?

KittyKatAlly
03-11-2015, 10:44 AM
"Call me Kyda please. I don't intend to loose the last bit of myself to this place. At least not yet." she said over she shoulder giving 6 a small smile. Her attention was quickly brought back to the fight in front of then as a barrier went up deflecting an attack that had come out of her blind spot.
Kyda watched in awe as the ball of light went straight up exploding on the ceiling.
"That's just a little bit cool." She breathed a smirk on her face now.

through all the chaos that was happening around them she spotted a girl sitting on the ground rocking back and forth singing to herself. She only managed to make out the word doctor on the girls lips before beast boy was on her ripping the unsuspecting captive to pieces. It was truly a sight to behold.
Guards had really started to lay the boot in now attacking captives weather they where fighting back or not. It was a free for all, the bloodiest Kyda had ever witnessed.
She watched as Beast boy turned on a guard that had gotten to close, the kill aided by mr Freeze.
"Oh that can not bode well for us..." She mumbled. When enemies team up, you know shit was going to really hit the fan.

"Lito, grab our friends in the corners and get a wall between us and the bulk of the room. We need to end this." She said lowly so that beast boy and Mr freeze didn't hear her. Lito nodded once then in a wisp of black disappeared into the wall taking only seconds to rally the other shadows and from the towering barrier. It reached from floor to roof effectively cutting them off from the guards and other captives.
Everything became eerily quiet as the shadows blocked the shouts and cries that had filled the room.
There where only 5 other captives on her side of the barrier now. 6, beast boy, mr freeze, creepy girl and another girl she had not seen before.
"Ok lets all just chill for a second shall we." Kyda asked stepping out of the corner and into the room a bit more. This needed to end, just hopefully not with her death.

Namingtoohard
03-17-2015, 04:39 AM
Doing her best to stay clear of he giant brawl between the beast and the other unfortunate captives that had caught its attention, Stephanie surveyed the room in quiet contemplation, still trying to think about where to go from here and the impending punishment that was hanging over all of their heads. Silently, she moved towards one of the nearby walls again, determined to stick to the shadows and avoid attention. Unfortunately, another 'prophecy' informed her that the guards would be arriving shortly in force, and that they were going to try and gas all of them into submission.

Immediately turning back towards the doorway, 82 was just in time to witness the door sliding open, and the guards filing in just as she had expected. This time, it seemed that her prediction had been accurate, much to her dismay. Swearin under her breath softly, Stephanie began to back away; her eyes darting back and forth across the room as she searched for any sort of salvation, any escape route, any tool that could help her endure what was to come.

That was all she really got to do, before, right before her very eyes, a large wall of ice sprung up, effectively cordoning the room off - rampant subjects on one side, and guards on the other. For a moment, Stephanie seemed puzzled. Was this real, or just another vision gone rampant. She reached out and touched the wall with her left hand gently, only to find it cold. So much so that her fingertips immediately began to loose feeling. That was no way to tell, though. Even her visions seemed to affect her physically, despite being fabrications of her mind more often than not.

Thankfully, a distraction came immediately, in the form of another subject trying to address the whole room. Unable to help herself, subject 82 let out a string of low chuckles as she asked them all to 'cool' down. Considering all the ice in the room, it seemed an amusing choice of words, though whether intentional or not was another matter entirely. Her humour quickly faded, though, as she remembered the gas that was about to be released to subdue them all. Finding her own voice, Stephanie stepped forward and began to speak.

"Sorry sweetheart, but I don't think we have a second to spare. I don't know if you heard, but the command for them to gas us has already been issued. As soon as you hear those ventilation fans start up, we've got three...maybe four minutes of consciousness left a piece, and I don't plan on wasting mine on exchanging plesantries and trying to play mediator. If you've got something to say, I suggest you hurry up and be out with it" she called out, directing both her eyes and voice at Kyda in their entirety.

Bat Cat
03-20-2015, 03:51 AM
The beast slid to a stop as the guard slumped to the floor. Cat eyes turned to look at 21. "So you wish your death to be a spectacle for all to see? Fair enough." He was about to turn and charge another guard, when a wall of darkness shot up between him and his target. He turned and set his eyes on the one who was talking. "It seems as though that shall have to wait." He walked forward, though it was more like a slow stalking motion on all fours. His body was covered in short fur, the muscles in his back and shoulders surging as he walked. His muscles were shriveling and shrinking, then growing and flexing in the same second as they reshaped. He was faster, more nimble, than he had been a few minutes ago, yet he barely took notice. He slowly approached Kyde, his eyes glowing in the dimly lit room.

For a few seconds, everything else vanished from his mind. There was only two people in that room. Him and Kyde. Predator and prey. The unblinking eyes of death set on the girl. She had interfered with his killing. Just like the other had. But he had already acquired what he wanted from that one. This one, however... I wonder how you taste, little one...

He hadn't noticed, but a long tail had appeared behind him and was slowly swishing back and forth. It was spotted with the same pattern as the rest of his body, the pattern of a leopard. A low, deep growl filled the silence of the room as he slowly circled her.

Kyda tensed as the Beast boy turned on her. He was barely human now with fur starting to take ahold and... a tail? now that was not something you saw everyday. Even in this hell hole.
It was with morbid awe that she watched the tail swish back and forth as the beast prowled towards her and started circling.
Her eyes narrowed as she turned her head to follow his movements, one hand going to her hip as she popped it out.
"What? Were you a vulture in another life?" She asked her tone snooty.

The beast smirked and opened his mouth to speak. What came out was more of a feral growl than speech. More animal than human. "Were you a warlock in another life?" He licked his lips, momentarily revealing the sharpened teeth that were lining his mouth.

"You know Warlocks are guys right?" Kyda asked looking the beast over as if he was just an annoying little kid. "And um, is the tail thing, normal?"

"And vultures are birds. I fail to see your point." She acts as though she is unafraid, but the scent she's throwing off tells of a much different story. ...The darkness... She seems... Uncomfortable... In the light... The beast sat down on his hind legs and grinned at Kayde. The voice of his humanity was aware of what was happening. The beast had to make sure that his humanity was there, for if it was fully asleep, he would be lost to the darkness of unconsciousness.

As he stared into the girl's eyes, his tail curled around him. "Why don't you come closer and find out?" He knew that he could rush her at any moment, but there was no harm in having a little fun with his food.

Kyda raised an eyebrow contemplating for a second weather she should take on the challenge.
'Don't even think about it!' Lito growled from his position at the wall. 'Or ill have Raj glue you to the corner.' Kyda sighed and pouted shooting a glare at the black wall.
"Fiiiine." she whined crossing her arms and staying where she was.

The beast growled when he saw that she wasn't going to take the bait. Then I shall just have to go to her!

He was about to lunge towards her, when a soft chuckle reached his ears. He turned to the source as he paused. He was almost directly between the two, roughly a few feet from either of them. The one who had laughed, he noticed, had blood on her hands. She can fight. Perhaps she would be more of a filling meal. ...The gas... She's right... We have to get out of here... The beast growled a bit louder. Irritating as the voice in his mind was, it was right. The gas was going to come into play shortly and once it did, there would be no more killing. "Well, why don't I kill you all so you don't waste what little clean air that there is?" He grinned savagely and crouched low, his tail swishing threateningly.

Cassius
04-05-2015, 02:25 AM
Number 21 had never been ignored before. He was accustomed to the constant attention that he got from Dr. Messerschmidt, and, horrible as it may seem, had come to expect it. For the first time since he had come to the Facility, 21 spoke aloud.

"HEY!" he shouted. As his emotions took control of him, a static charge erupted from his body, zapping everyone around him. It wasn't a special charge of any sort, and wouldn't harm or do any damage at all, but it would certainly get everyone's attention.

Number 21 returned his attention to Number 115, and resumed his telepathic communication.

Listen up, mutt. I don't plan on spending the rest of my unnaturally long life in this place, and unless you feel otherwise, we need to work together. Do I have your attention, now?

Namingtoohard
04-14-2015, 03:37 AM
Stephanie stood there in silence for a few moments as she waited for an answer to her estimation of the situation, before quickly turning to face the first voice she heard. Unable to help herself, she swore under her breath as she saw it was the beast that had decided to respond - the one other being in the room she had wanted to avoid the attention of. Should things come to violence between them, her precognition could likely keep her alive for a time, but she had no means of fighting back effectively, and one slip up would likely mean her death - a situation she definitely preferred to avoid. No, it seemed that diplomacy was the only option left to her for now.

Knowing that the beast would likely be able to smell her fear if she let it overcome her, Stephanie immediately stepped towards the animal, turning to face it properly in the first place. Locking her eyes on it, she spoke up again, deciding to take a chance on the only method that she saw could possibly end in her survival...and possibly even the beast joining in the escape attempt. "Sure, you could try and kill me if you wished, and everyone else in the room for that matter, but then as soon as the gas puts you to sleep then there'll be no more killing" she said out loud, praying that the joy of shedding blood was all the beat really wanted.

"But, if we work together to get out of this instead and escape, then you'll get a chance to kill every guard and scientist in this facility, and anyone else you want in the outside world. You can have your revenge on all of them"

(better late than never? Dx)