[M] Shedding Skins IC

[Lil]

Chase looked at Faye a bit strangely, well that was certainly a quick flip in character. Nevertheless, he was always willing to help her out. "Well let's see..." He started as he searched through cabinets. "There's plenty of granola bars and trail mix." He suggested.

"Yeah, that'll do for now. I don't need a meal right now anyways." Faye said taking the two things from Chase's hands. "Thanks." Faye smiled tightly before quickly scuffling out of the kitchen in order to spend as little time with Chase as she could since she was aware of her husband's dislike and feared upsetting Blake anymore than she already had in the past week or so-- not that she could anyways.

[Kicks]

There was no real time to think as he ran. He had no time to work things out in his head. It was just pure instinct now. Blake knocked over machines that held pop or snacks as he ran to block the path of the Marines. He knew it wouldn’t stop them, but it sure as hell would slow them down.
Unfortunately, this led him straight into a dead end. There were zombies in front of him, Marines in back. He looked between the undead and the fallen machine. It was too bad he had used too much of his power getting into the airport as it was.
He should have thought better on that earlier, been a little less generous with his ability.
“Freeze!” He heard the shout from behind, above the roar of the zombies.
Blake looked at the window. The zombies were just an arm’s length away now, the Marines yards from him.
He shook his head and ran at the window, bracing himself for impact. His elbow and side took the full force of the window. But since America’s enhanced security measures, it was harder to break a window than it would have been before the zombies.
He cursed and tried again.
“We will shoot!”
And again.
He knocked his fist against the head of a zombie, forcing it to only stumble back. Blake threw himself at the window again. It cracked. But it was doing no good.
“Shit!” He yelled. The crowd of zombies were too thick to run through. But maybe… maybe the Marines wouldn’t follow into the horde. He just had to protect his vitals.
Blake threw his hands over his head and ran into the horde.

[Lil]

It was in the midst of these thoughts about Blake's feelings toward Chase and how Faye would feel if there was a woman like this in their lives with an attraction to Blake that Faye found herself back at the room. She didn't enter just yet however, she had more to think about. So, if there was this woman Faye would not have had the restraint that Blake has maintained so far and this had made her realize that perhaps she should make her contact with Chase as little as possible to make things easier on her husband. It wasn't fair of Faye to put him through that when he was so wonderful to her in every possible way.

Ugh, she was really regretting how she'd treated him lately. She was so unnecessarily mean and that was an awful thing to be to your dearly beloved. Blake deserved better and therefore she would strive to be better. For him. For them.

[Kicks]

It wasn’t the smartest idea. But Blake could at least see the exit door now. And on the bright side, the military wouldn’t follow into a horde unless they-
“Fuck.”
He wasn’t cursing because he was being bitten a million times over. He was cursing because he only remembered the military had armor.
He had to pick up his pace then. Or… look for something better. Like a vent, like a car, a weapon. Anything!
The sheer force of the number of zombies was bringing his body down towards the floor. He knew if he were to be consumed, they would have the best chance by bringing him down. It was because of this that he refused to go down so easily.
He could see the door. It was so close.
“Aaaah!” He screamed, pushing through more of them. “Get off!”
His body slammed against the door with his final stride through the horde. His bloody hand slid over the door until it found the handle. He grabbed it, pulled it down, and pushed it open. He stumbled into the bright daylight and slammed the door behind him.
“You almost had us.”
Blake sighed almost exhaustedly at the sight of the two Marines training guns on him. He knew from the voice that it was the same men he had sprayed with the fire extinguisher.
Blake got down on his knees, hands behind his head. His brain working a million miles an hour now.
They… He thought to himself -are so dead.

[Lil]

Faye remained in the hall for only a few moments longer, collecting her thoughts and then at last, clearing her head from all these thoughts of Blake who the more she thought about the more she missed him. Faye quietly entered the room to at last find Logan stirring awake. He wasn't fully awake so she was careful not to be too loud or overwhelming for the sleepy boys mind.

"I brought some food if you happen to be hungry." Faye greeted her son quietly, She took a seat at the foot of the bed, placing the food on the floor beside them both. For a moment she hadn't thought he had even heard her but after a few long seconds Logan nodded in recognition.

[DizzyMaelstrom!]

Zakai studied his mother for a moment, wanting to see how she reacted, but he wasn't very sure if he'd helped anything or not, though his statement wasn't necessarily to offer any comfort. It was just to relay his feelings on the subject.
He looked back out to the ground below. He hated it when things got like this. In these cases, all he could ever do was put things bluntly and not ease anyone's tension, but maybe it was for the better? He didn't even know. Maybe it didn't matter. He realized then that he was doing the exact thing he'd advised against and refocused himself.
He kept watching until he heard Adalia's voice again, saying that they should probably get going. He nodded in agreement, smiling softly at the mention of his son missing him. Other than being worried about him, Zakai simply missed his child. Two days was already too long. Still, the thought of getting back and being able to see him made Zakai feel a bit better and he draped his jacket over the last line, grabbing on to either side of it, before pushing off the platform.
The fact that they were entering enemy territory made him a little less than comfortable, but so long as there was a little ball of energy waiting for him back at the base, then nothing else mattered.

Danny jumped when Carson asked him what was up and wiped his eyes even more furiously.
"Nothing! Nothing's up! The only thing up is... is... the ceiling!" Had Carson seen him cry? He had, hadn't he? Then he knew he was worried about Zakai and... but then, that's not why he was crying right? He was crying because he had a nightmare... but the reason didn't matter! Carson had seen him cry! That was the worst! Danny had failed in hiding his tears! But then... if Carson knew he'd been crying, then he could tell him what was wrong? But then... but then.....
Danny simply burst into tears all over again and started cried more loudly, not even trying to hide it. He couldn't.
"I had a nightmare," he said between sobs, "That Daddy was taken away.... and... and he didn't even turn around and... and.... and you're not supposed to see me cry!"
He didn't even know which was worse. He couldn't cry in front of anyone except for Zakai! Only Zakai was allowed and no one else! If someone else saw him cry then that was terrible, and now someone else had and he was still crying, but no matter how hard he tried to wipe his tears away, they wouldn't stop! So, in the end, he gave up and sat there bawling.

[Kicks]

The first soldier walked up to him, lowering his gun on its shoulder strap so he could cuff Blake. The man watched as the soldier reached and grabbed his wrist strongly. And then- he froze.
“What the he-?” The soldier began.
Blake turned quickly in his spot, swinging his body around so he twisted to grab the soldier and place him in front of his own body. Shots were fired from the other soldier, but Blake ducked quickly behind the human shield. He could feel the power of the bullets hit the soldier.
In the moment the bullets stopped firing, Blake dodged away from the body and swung his fist out to the other man. He had stolen the energy from the other soldier. He should feel remorse for it… but so much adrenaline was coursing through his body that he couldn’t stop to care. He would be haunted later by it, for certain.
The soldier blocked his fist with his gun, so Blake rose up his other fist and grabbed the gun. His other hand locked down on it and he forced the gun up into the face of the soldier. Because of the force of the blow, the soldier released his gun and stumbled away, clutching his nose.
Blake brought the gun up to his chest, swiveling it around in time to see the other soldiers he had evaded.
Of the men- the soldiers and Blake- one of them pulled their trigger.

[Kicks]

Her daughter and Alec were following the military. That wasn't good. But of course it had to be them. Who else would it be? And anyways, maybe the military would have mercy on them if they found out they worked for the government. But then what?
She couldn't possibly imagine.
And to think she wouldn't even know if they were alive or not until they were back at the fort and never showed... or... Or...
Adalia forced these thoughts from her head.
Adalia was glad she had chosen then to move out. She could no longer hear the caravan moving throughout the forest. She couldn't hear anything from the Tenant. She couldn't hear nothing but nature and Zakai sliding down the line.

"Oh." Carson said. He did it out of surprise, not out of 'well okay, that's cool'. He hadn't been expecting the boy to be so exuberant about lying to his face. But that was perfectly okay. Kids were weird, and anything that came from Zakai had to be weirder.
He was almost ready to just reach out and give him a hug when suddenly the boy started bawling his eyes out.
Carson's eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting any kind of confession, and certainly not one with tears.
So the little boy had had a nightmare about his dad being taken away... and Carson wasn't allowed to see him cry.
"Okay, okay!" He said, "Look, I'm not looking." He put his hands over his eyes and turned his head the other way. There. That solved seeing him cry. But Carson also wanted to hug the little guy. But he couldn't do that without looking. So he settled for easing the nightmare: "Danny, you shouldn't worry about your dad being taken away. He's a pretty hard guy to steal- especially if he has you. I don't think he would let himself be stolen when he has you."

[Lil]

Faye watched as Logan went through the stages of waking up. At first he just sat there as if testing whether or not he was really awake. He yawned and stretched in order to wake up each muscle in his body until he at last blinked around a few times almost surveying the room. It surprised Faye how much he looked like his father in this instance, and at only ten years old. She couldn't help but smile at this.

"So, I'm hoping you slept alright. You never seemed to be having any nightmares." Faye commented with her soft smile.

"No, I really did get some peaceful sleep. It was nice." He responded while reaching over and taking a water bottle. He was very thankful to have been blessed with this rest because this was a lot of stress for a ten year old boy to take on and he was lying is he said it didn't absolutely terrify him.

[Kicks]

His body swayed back and forth, back and forth with the bumps of the road. On numerous times his head hit the metal of the back of the cargo truck. But never did the swaying or bumping awaken the mutant.
He was out cold from the serum shot into him. Though his dreams were alive, replaying what had happened.
Blake had swiveled around to see the military men. And then the shot was fired. The dart hit his neck, burying its way into his body and releasing its chemicals.
But then his dream stopped there and restarted from the beginning. Going through the airport… finding the plane… making contact with the United Kingdom… so on and so forth… so on and so forth… the man he used as a human shield… the other man he had cracked the nose of… and then the trigger...

Blake’s eyes shot open.
He was in the back of an old military cargo truck. He could see light barely gleaming in through the tarps in the back. He couldn’t hear the voices of the drivers past the thin metal sheet separating the cargo from the driver’s cabin.
There were supplies in the back with him. But nothing he could see that would be useful to him.
His hands were tied together tightly against some kind of heavy metal container. It had weird numbers on it he was assuming belonged to the serial number.
He didn’t know for how long he had been out. But judging by the free motion of his body, it had to have been awhile.
He also didn’t know what time it was or how much daylight there was left. He didn’t know where the truck was going or why he hadn’t been killed on the spot.
But he did know one thing for sure: he was not staying prisoner.