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    Evelyn

    Eve woke up to a sudden jerk. She opened her eyes but there was something dark and heavy over her head.

    “Seriously?” She said aloud. “You know I’m not that bad looking. You can take this thing of my head.” Evelyn wiggled a bit but she was tightly restrained in various ways. On the bright side, she was definitely buckled in securely. On the flip side, she had a feeling she was in a place much worse than she was before.

    “Nice try,” said a gruff voice. “We know what you can do, freak.”

    Eve gritted her teeth. She was used to hearing words like that. Freak. Weirdo. Whack job. Demon. There were a lot of colorful words that got tossed around when it came to describing those who were… different. She’d built up armor over the years that protected her from the comments but some days words just got her a bit more.

    “Fuck!”

    The feeling of something puncturing her neck shocked her, but she was unable to move more than a few inches to either side. A few moments later, she felt a strange sensation where she’d been injected. The liquid was cold at first, and then it began to burn as it spread through her body.

    “What was that?!” She exclaimed.

    “Something to make sure you don’t pull any fast ones,” said the voice. Eve shivered as the needle was pulled out. The sound of doors opening and buckles unclicking reached her ears before the bag, or whatever the hell it was, was ripped off her head.

    “You’re right,” said the man. “You’re not that bad looking.” Eve narrowed her eyes and gave him the once over. Some kind of military guy, by the looks of it. She was used to guys like this: guys who thought they were tough. All it took was a little imagination and she could have him screaming and crying for his mommy. His dark eyes met hers for a moment, but he made a “tsk” noise and shoved her forward, out of the back of the vehicle. “Your little visions won’t work,” he told her.

    Eve sighed. Today was a hell of a day already and it was definitely going to get worse. Military guy led her to an old building. It looked like it should have been abandoned. There was dirt and grime and mature ivy all over the building.

    “Wow. You really need to hire some new maintenance guys,” she commented.

    “No talking,” someone from behind her barked.

    “But really,” she continued. “You’d probably get more traffic if this place had some curb appeal. A little landscaping here and some TLC, you could really pimp this place out.”

    “I said no talking.”

    Eve started to turn her head back to the mysterious new voice when a blow to her back propelled her forward. Her hands were tied behind her back and she would have fallen on her face if military dude’s back hadn’t broken her fall.

    “Enough,” he barked, turning around to eye Eve and the guy behind her. “We’re here. Welcome to hell,” he told her.

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    *** TRIGGER WARNING TRIGGER WARNING TRIGGER WARNING ***

    Once inside, Eve was taken to a lobby that probably looked nice when it was new. Various uniformed personnel escorted down various hallways. At the moment it was empty aside from her and the two guards, a male and a female, with her. At one point, they stopped and freed her hands. Eve was rubbing her wrists where the cuffs had been placed too tight when one of the guards spoke.

    “Alright,” said one. “Strip.”

    Eve’s mouth dropped open as she looked at the guy in front of her. He was big and bald. Hell, that was being nice. He was like a watermelon with a head. He probably hadn’t seen his dick in years.

    “Excuse me.”

    “Standard procedure,” said the female dryly. “Strip and face the wall.”

    “Wh- why?!” Eve’s voice came out louder and higher than expected. Memories of her past flashed before her eyes. The last time someone told her to strip down it didn’t end well. Eve was taken off guard when the large man’s beefy hand enclosed her neck and pinned her against the wall.

    “Because we said so.” Eve could feel him starting to squeeze tighter as he lifted her up a few inches. Thankfully the female intervened and Eve doubled over, coughing, as she tried to catch her breath. While she was bent over, she caught sight of the various weapons both guards had on their belts. No doubt to subdue people like her.

    Eve stood straight up and looked at both of her baby sitters. She thought about a giant spider coming down the hall and ripping both of them in half, but the image only played out in her mind, not in theirs. She was met with nothing but blank, icy, expectant stares.

    Spoiler: ***TRIGGER WARNING*** 


    “The boss is meeting with the freaks today. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to meet him, too.”

    Eve, unfortunately, missed the chance to speak with anyone in power. She heard rumors of some big wig meeting with some Gifted. She had no idea the plans that were hatching behind closed doors. All she could do was sit and wait for her chance to break out of the hell hole she’d found herself in.

    NINE DAYS LATER

    The sound of a klaxon-esque alarm startled Eve. She sat up instantly, her slumber broken by another miserable day.

    A large, brown skinned nurse came her way. She had curly black hair and a body that could probably hide multiple children behind it. Eve secretly dubbed the nurse “Maui” because she had an uncanny resemblance to the fictional movie character.

    “Ah, breakfast,” Eve said wit false cheer. The nurse gave her a look that was anything but amused as she passed along the small cup with the wretched pills that stripped her power away. Eve took it like a shot.

    “Open,” said Nurse Maui dryly.

    “Ahhhh.” Eve opened her mouth wide. She lifted her tongue and grinned so the nurse could see there were no pills hiding in her mouth. With a grunt, the large woman moved onto the next Gifted.

    Eve looked around and when she confirmed no one was looking, she slyly made her way to the toilet. She stuck her finger as far as she could down her throat. Eve gagged and tried once more before the pills shot back out and into the toilet. She had found ways to rid her body of the pills since she’d been in the Asylum, a little over a week now. Nine days. Nine fucking days. She didn’t know it for sure but her senses told her she wasn’t going to be here permanently. Eve flushed and made her way towards the courtyard with the other prisoners.

    So far she’d managed to make no friends, but she also managed to not make enemies... aside from the staff, who all seemed to hate the prisoners anyway. Eve tried keeping tabs on certain prisoners she thought were interesting. Some seemed to just exude a vibe that gave others the heebie jeebies. Eve took note of the ones other Gifted seemed to be in fear of or stayed away from.

    There was a blond girl who seemed like a bubbly bitch. Eve saw her from time to time and she only remembered her because the girl had somehow managed to keep her hair from looking greasy and unkempt. Eve wondered who she was sucking off to get the good shampoo. Not that she was jealous but a decent wash sounded nice. There was another girl who looked like she probably half black, by her complexion. Eve heard some call her a witch, and she once envisioned a pointy hat atop the girl’s curls. Eve secretly envied that. She’d always wanted curls when she was younger.

    There were a few good looking guys, namely one Native and one who looked like he could have been Middle Eastern. Some guards had taken to calling them “Savage” and “Sandman,” respectively. Eve hadn’t yet witnessed any savagery or sand play but a girl could certainly imagine. Her imagination was one of the few things that kept her going.

    Hell, there was even a kid in a wheelchair. He looked like he should probably be lying in a cancer ward. Others stayed away from him like he spread the plague, although some made it sound like that might have been his power. Never before had Eve been in such a large concentration of power. She’d never been around so many Gifted. There were even young children in the Asylum. Eve would nod at the woman who took care of them. It was a noble cause, taking little shitheads under your wing, but Eve had her own problems to take care of... namely how she was going to break out and who could possibly be an ally.

    She hadn’t tried out her powers and she wasn’t even sure if they would work. There were a few instances she had to wait a while before regurgitating the pills and that may have had an effect on her abilities. All she knew was if an opportunity presented itself, she was going to make sure she took it or died trying.

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    Bakari:


    Earlier That day.


    "Please don't let force me to have vision." Echo said, to Bakari seeming to come back to the real world. She didn't realize that the man had left during her episode. Around her other prisoners were still murmuring about his demand, it wasn't an offer even Echo in her weakened mental state could see that. She wouldn't agree to his terms but somehow she knew she wouldn't be given the option of death. She didn't really fear death, it would be a somewhat welcoming. Not to say she was suicidal, she was just not very hopeful of finding a solution to her powers. The pills were helpful in blocking her powers but the guards always were stitching them out on her. She looked out at Bakari noticing he was touching her, a vision hadn't come thankfully because she could really use a bit of human contact right now. With the three back to back visions she must have exhausted her powers and would be free of visions for a little while. Jumping from her seat on the bench she was about wrap her arms around Bakari in a hug.

    Bakari nodded and patted the girls head gently. "No more visions for now you're safe now yea?" He spoke gently and pulled her close feeling her embrace. Bakari knew she was having a bad day so far and only hoped it would get better for her. But with the big guy in the building threatening everyone with the chance to join them or die it left him with a whole dilema. Either join the Agency or join the man they just hauled away. Death didn't seem too bad but he wasn't ready to die and would fight as much as he could until it came down the last moment of death. Not to mention he had those pills that were stashed away just in case he needed them. Stuffing them down another gifted's throat to stop them from using their powers would be a great way to start. Bakari stroked Echo's hair gently before letting out a sigh. "It'd be great if we can focus your visions on happier ones rather then destructive and sad ones."

    "I would rather not have them at all." Echo said, as she leaned into him. It was hard avoiding people all the time and only when she had seen alot of visions could she safely have contact with others. "I suppose being able to to control my powers would be nice but if I could choose I would choose not to have powers. That must sound so strange. I guess most people would dream of having powers." She didn't pull away from Bakari still enjoying being held by him. It reminded her of being held by her father. She hadn't seen him in years and wondered if he even knew she was alive or if he was looking for her. "Then again those people only look at one side of it. Powers could have negative consequences or could land you in a place like this." She wasn't oblivious to the fact they were in a prison and not a mental hospital. This place was nothing like the hospitals she had been in. Least she didn't have to have group therapy. The only time she was forced to be around others was this yard time.

    He smiled and looked down at her. "Yea we all wish to be normal sometimes. But hey, we're called 'gifted' for a reason yea?" It was true he wanted to be normal too. Treated equally as anyone else. And to get that would be to lose his powers. These pills helped clear him of the abilities when he actually took them, but where would be normal land him? A regular 9-5 job with no abilities and a boring life? Having the power to control sand as he could would just be devastating to him and make him feel like any ordinary person.

    When she spoke of not having the powers he shrugged slightly. "Well you know, our powers is what makes us special. Yea not being able to control them like you would be a never ending nightmare but hey we all can't have the best power now can we? If we could control yours. Could you imagine tho? Being able to punch into someone's fears and then use it against them? Or see a thing that could potentially make someone the happiest in the world, that'd be nice. Or when you're feeling down... You could pick someone's happy thoughts and make your day all better. That'd be a amazing ability."

    Bakari thought the power Echo had was amazing but he could feel the pain in her from not being able to control it. A never ending nightmare every single day. Not sure if you would get a good or bad vision or not was something he'd never look forward to. The man sighed softly and just looked down to Echo smiling softly at the girl in his arms. It'd been a while since he held anyone really. Made him feel a bit safer with all the things going on in this hell hole.


    Night after the interrogation

    Bakari laid in his bed looking at his hands examining them closely. If what the man had said was true then they would be out of here in 9 more days. He looked forwards to the matter and actually felt a bit of excitement build up inside. It wouldn't be the first time he was given an empty promise tho so he didn't let everything get to him to hard. He was in hell after all. With a soft sigh he looked to the corner of the room where he had a small pile of sand built up and eyed it closely.

    With a focus of his powers he reached a hand out and watched as the sand moved grain by grain and slowly shifted in his direction. The pile had moved into another section just at the side of his bed in which he propped his head up on one arm and looked over the side raising and lowering the sand with his power. It wasn't much but to him it was fun and looked cool. It was a nerve calming thing he could do to keep his mind from wandering to hard. Bakari shifted the sand into little small forms of animals and creatures making them move and collide into each other before breaking down into the same granulated sand it was once before, but upon breaking the sand would shift forms into another creature and smash into the other one again. He was having fun making them fight, yet he had all the control over which sand creature won, seeing that it only moved when he moved it.

    Bakari played with his sand for a good thirty minutes before he began feeling tired. Using his abilities and focusing on them such as he was made him feel sleepy, tho he didn't use much energy it was still a case of using it. With the play time over, Bakari pushed his sand into the corner of the room once more and turned over closing his eyes falling to the only place that felt like home, his own dreams....


    And so it was, Nine days Later

    Same as it was every morning. And no matter how many times he had been woken up by the blaring sounds of the alarm. He sat up sleepily and rubbed his eyes opening them before closing them tightly once more trying to focus his vision on where he was. Tho the day was already starting to drag on, yet he felt different. Same as it was over the last week and a half. He hated the stupid shadow man and his so called ninja abilities but whatever he said was working for once. Bakari had little faith in him and was proven wrong just in the first three days. Already he had begun to feel his powers return slowly. He didn't feel as sick, the stupid pills he was forced to take he actually took, and they tasted horrible but he didn't feel like he was at a loss.

    Now it was on the tenth day. Bakari felt a grin crack across his lips as he thought the situation over. Day 10 and he was ready for whatever was going to happen to happen. Hopefully it was more then just '10 days here's your powers fend for yourself.' type of thing. But Bakari would be ready for whatever was about to go down.

    He heard the doors slide open to his cell and a guard come in barking for him to get up and get moving. He only shrugged. "Yea yea I'm coming...." He said as he stood up turning his back to the pile of sand behind him. He had tested this theory out before with a small amount only to cover his hand, tho it was a little more noticeable over the course of the last 9 days he was able to make it look like nothing and give him a dirtier look then usual but none the less still normal.

    When the guard turned away, Bakari flicked his wrist in an upward motion and the pile rushed over to him at a quickened pace. The grains of sand slid up his shirt and pants leg, tho it was discreet in doing so, Bakari made sure to pull it tight against his body. With this it had made a barrier of sorts making his skin look a tad bit darker but each grain was carefully against him. Bakari looked himself over once to be sure that none of it was visible and the extra sand was hardened and compacted into his pockets. Whatever was going to go down, this was going to be his uprising and he would have fun.






    Angel


    Angel spent the nine days as usual. Waking up, keeping to herself, ignoring the world. Taking the stupid pills. It was all the same but one thing had been changing. She didn't feel as sick when taking them. The pills felt like they were nothing and she was just swallowing a tic tac or something. Tasted like the old ones but these didn't kill her on the inside.

    She heard the blaring of the sirens and woke up stretching as she opened her eyes. Was it the final day? Was today the day she would actually get out and do what she needs to do. Or what she wanted for that matter? She could feel the energy built up inside of her, tho her hair had begun to frizz from the amount she built up it mattered not. She did her best to brush it down and let it do the rest. She hated frizzy hair but if it meant charging up for whatever she was going to be ready.

    Slipping out of the cell she was in she made her way over behind one of the guards standing in line. Her eyes focused on a buldge in the man's back pocket. Two actually. One was square much like a phone, the other was clearly a walkie for radioing the others in case they needed help. With a focus she followed behind the man with the other gifted reaching her hand out feeling the energy slowly rush into her hand. Placing her hand only gently enough where one couldn't notice, even if the guard did she'd play it off like last time and say he had a cute butt. That's one thing she never got tired of, hispanics were always hot..... Or not but she knew she had a pretty face and it worked for her the last few days. After a few moments she quickly pulled her hand back to herself feeling her skin crawl with the bits of electricity she had just sucked out of the mans electrical items. Hoping he wouldn't notice and assume it was nothing more then a battery problem.

    While it wasn't much it was still enough to energize her and wake her up almost completely. Angel, with a smile on her face had felt the happiest she'd been in a while. It was time for the yard which meant she was going to outcast herself but seeing today was the day that Mr. Fancy Robe guy and his little telepathic friend said was the deadline she figured she might as well meet up with someone. But who was the question.












    John&
    Red Jenny

    Glass shattered and metal was being thrown across the room.
    "You listen here your arsefaces! I ain't stayin in this place. Now you best let me out or I'll start cutting strings and see how many of you fucks drop!" Standing outside a lock infirmary room guards and nurses were cowering beyond the metal and glass door. One of the guards shouted to a nurse. "Find whatever Agent is closest we need this bitch to sleep!" With a quick nod the nurse ran off towards the Agent quarters.

    John had been looking at a report when he was snatched on his arm by a nurse who had looked concern. "What?" He asked glaring at her for the way she had grabbed him. "Agent you're one of those demons. Come on. You are required." John hated the way they treated him but sighed and shook his head. "Yea yea whatever. I have a name tho." She only ignored his comment and drug him towards the cell in which the girl was held captive.

    Once they were at the cell room, John stayed around the corner being sure not to be seen and sighed. "Alright James you know the drill." He spoke and the guard only grinned widely. "Pleasure as always." He said and grabbed John by the arm giving him a swift punch to his nose causing him to cringe and the blood instantly started flowing. "Fuck! Not so fucking hard ass." He said only to have the man shrug. He obviously took way to much pride in this.

    With a quick and swift movement he was drug in front of the door and it was pushed open just enough for John to be thrown in causing him to cringe. Hitting the floor. "Son of a bitch! Don't have to shove me like that! Gifted are people too." The man only laughed peaking through the door. "You gifted are all the same shut up and wait for the warden."

    John tried plugging his nose only to pause and look at the female across the room. Clearly she seemed angry and almost as if he was about to get his head ripped off causing him to back to the corner of the room. "Woah hey there.....You're in here too?"

    The room was in complete tatters. The two beds were torn apart by some kind of sharp object. Tables were overturned and one of the legs was broken off and was being held like a heavily dented bat by the red headed woman dressed in a pair of striped pants and simple black bra she was wearing Asylum issue sneakers which was good because the floor was covered in bits of glass. Scarlet looked as pissed as a cornered animal her hair was in tangles and a number of bruises were on her face either from rough handling by the guards or her own wild antics. "OI WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" She shouted picking up a beaker and chucking it at John.

    John ducked and shielded himself from the glass hearing it shatter behind him causing him to cringe. "Woah hey! Watch it." He said and used his shirt to wipe the blood from his nose. "Gifted just like you. Fucking assholes just put this bracelet on me and threw me in here." He said motioning to his bracelet on his left wrist.

    Plugging his nose once more he motioned behind her cringing a little at the pain surging through his nose. "Can you toss me some of those paper towels please? Nose bleeding here, could use some if you would." His intentions were of course good here. He had meant her no harm and only wanted to assist her any way possible. But first he needed her to calm down and to get his nose to stop bleeding first.

    Scarlet eyed this new guy up then picked up a full roll of paper towels and threw them at this new guy before quickly jumping back holding her makeshift pipe up defensively. "Why the fuck they toss your arse in here? Plan to breed us or some shite?! Cause I'm tellin' ye now I ain't a broodmare!"

    Taking the roll he quickly unraveled some and used it to work on cleaning up the bloodied nose. When she mentioned breeding he made a sickening face and shook his head. "Fuck no the hell is your problem? You not know where we are?! God woman...." John slowly stood up and shrugged. "Asylum ring any bells? This place is a shit hole for the gifted. A prison. Shit like that. Last time I was in here I was able to get out, happened to pull the same shit you did and knocked the fuck out of a guard. Slipped through the exit which landed me this bracelet so next time I try this shit they can shock the piss out of me."

    John took a step towards her and nodded. "Lets get started on the right foot shall we? We can get the fuck out of here that way. I got a plan." He said and stuck his hand out. "Names' John. My fancy power? It sucks ass, all I get is the power to control lead. And Iron actually. Kinda neat when you think about it."

    Red quickly swung her pipe and smacked the offered hand away jumping back. "You keep your grubby mitts to yourself! Ifin you ain't lying then I'm a blond headed Elf! Ifin you could control lead and iron they'd have you sedated not tossing you in here with me this place if full o' those metals! Try again!" She lifted another beaker."I know this place Agency fucks been trying to catch me and stick me here for years I'm Red Jenny. I don't need no help!" She threw another beaker.

    John quickly snatched away his hand away just barely missing the pipe. With that he tilted his had staring. "Welp you don't look like no blonde headed elf to me. Must be illusion. That your gift? Illusions?" He then sighed and lifted his left wrist motioning to the bracelet. He then flicked the thing a few times. Anyone who knew the sound could tell it was a hard plastic rather then metal. "Plastic. And hey! If you look fucking close enough you'll see these stupid little prongs stabbing my wrist. Keeps me from using anything." He spoke and pushed up on the bottom of the bracelet. On the inside was two little spikes that looked as if they had been stabbing his wrist. "See?" He asked holding it a bit closer to her.

    When the beaker was thrown he ducked again and sighed softly. This was going to be a tough one, but he'd get his way one way or the other. Or so he would hope. "Red Jenny? Alright great, now we know names. Can I just call you Jenny? And if you didn't need help you'd be out by now. Let me help you out and we can both get out of here. Before the warden gets here."

    Once again the woman jumped away from his hand.
    "You keep gettin' closer and I'ms gonna start thinkin' you're up to somethin'! Only my friends call me Jenny and you ain't my friend. I just got here, even the best plans take time. As for my powers that's none of your damn business you just stay on your side of the box and I'll stay on mine!" The woman backed away and kicked some glass in John's direction before leaning against the wall her pipe still well in hand.

    John shrugged and sat down on the floor, keeping his distance yet not to far away. "Ain't asking you to trust me, but fuck at least let me help you get out of here. You get out I can get out. And I need someone else to do so. Plus you still got your gift, I ain't got mine. Better that you help me. I'll work as bait you can get out and I'll use that as my way to get out. As for being up to something? Yea, I am. Getting the fuck up on out of here. Don't have time to be playing with this shit." He said and slid over to the wall dabbing at his nose for a moment seeing the bleeding had finally slowed up. Once at the wall he leaned against it and crossed his arms. "Like I said don't care if you trust me and fuck don't give a damn if you don't even speak to me when we get out. I just want out of this place."

    Scarlet snorted eyeing the man up.
    "Then you go be bait, from your side of the box and stop trying to touch me ya freak! No one touches Red Jenny for free." She lifted another breaker this one already broken, but still deadly enough to make someone think twice. "Ifin your so damn skilled how'd they catch you twice? Took fuckin' Wolfy tits Isis to catch me, and that was after 25 years of runnin'."

    He shrugged at her question and closed his eyes. "We ain't got long but yea I'm game for story time. How'd they catch me? Cause theres this stupid fuck, can zap your powers away. Heated in a battle with a group of those stupid agent fucks, he slipped in behind me and we ended up in a knife fight back and forth. Stupid knife was made of obsidian, kinda neat but yea. Couldn't change the shape of that damn thing to save my life. Eventually I stabbed him right in the damn shoulder he dropped his blade, I went to punch him and he took the punch like a bitch." He laughed at the thought of it. It was a fight he remembered of course but through another perspective. "That was a battle I clearly won. But when I went for another punch he grabbed my leg and bam! Instantly felt dry. My energy felt like it was sucked right out of me and I was stuck unable to morph my iron and lead abilities. Just when I thought that was it the fucker turned around and used the same damn ability against me. The iron I had formed into a blade wrapped around my wrist bound them together and next thing I know I woke my ass up in the back of a truck with this stupid thing on."

    John shook his head and sighed softly only to perk slightly. "Actually you know what? That beaker shit you got in your hand. Make use of it." He said and motioned at his bracelet. "If you can sever the connection to my wrist from this god damn thing then I can use my ability. Hinges here made of solid lead. I can easily bust that door down and get us out. And you look feisty as fuck so I'm sure you can hold your own against the two guys out there. I get one, you get one, steal the keys and hey we're home free!"

    Jenny snorted rolling the beaker across the room to be within John's reach.
    "You cut you're own hand off ya masochist. Besides ifin you wanna play the honest game my actual gift might do all the work for you. I've heard of the Agent that got you, squrrily fuck likes to lie and get close to his targets. Ambushes like a spider or some shite."

    He eyed her scowling a little. "The hell you mean you can do all the work for me?" John took the beaker and stared at it for a moment before eyeing his wrist. Wasn't the first time he'd done something like this, last time he was given a scalpel to do it with. That was painful and terrifying but it got the job done and kept him from being locked inside. When she mentioned about how he was squirrely and liked to lie he shrugged and nodded. "Damn right he is. Didn't even notice the fuck. When he first ambushed me told me he was there to help. Was going to get me out, Caught his ass trying to stab me when I turned my back. Like a god damn mantis he pounced and tried to kill me right away." He spoke and gulped slightly as he took the beaker and quickly stabbed himself in the arm with it screaming in pain as the blood instantly shot out. The puncture was right before the bracelet but none the less it was up under it.

    John cringed and jumped dropping the beaker as the bracelet reacted zapping his body instantly. "Fuck! That shit fucking hurts." He said and bit his lip looking down at his arm before trying to collect himself. "Shit zaps me when I try to do that shit. Fucking hurts...."

    Red Jenny shook her head at the man slicing himself.
    "By the fuck you are a freak, hold your breath what I can do might hurt a fuck ton more." She lifted a scalpel and closed her eyes waving her hands about slowly. "Fuckin' hell can you have anymore damned strings attached to you? Alright let's cut the red wire usually red means blood so you might get a bloodier nose." She swiped the air in the man's direction.

    John could see she had her eyes closed and used this to an advantage letting her use her gift. Of course hers scared him tremendously but he used some of the blood from his wrist and quickly made it look like it was coming from his eyes. "Yea, comes with me, strings attached like crazy. Kinda stupid when you think about it. Life has a lot of strings....." He said while he worked and when she made the cutting direction he squeezed his arm and instantly shouted in pain. "Ah! Fuck my eyes! My fucking eyes are bleeding!" He said in an attempt to cover them. If he could make her laugh then that'd be a start.

    "Ew that's a new one, let's try the Blue Wire." Staying in her spot she did the same hand motion. "Blue sometimes means energy or water so you may pish yourself now."

    John thought of the idea on the blue one and nodded in agreement. If that one didn't work, he had one thing. As she made her motion he gasped harshly and exhaled as hard as he could grasping his throat while coughing. "Can't fucking breathe....." He spoke coughing again this time making it a more rash cough. "The fuck did you do!" He spoke between gasps doubling over while holding his throat, before he quickly flopped over onto his side faking death.

    Jenny hmmed lightly standing up. "Well that's new too, Blue never means air, that's usually purple. Oi you butthorns out there! You're little buddy passed out!" She moved around to the back of the door. She heard Guards coming in and made ready to jump, luckily John had passed out away from the door. As the door opened and the men entered Jenny slashed more string at random and the men dropped like they'd been hit by baseball bats. Jenny jumped passed them but a quick hand jumped up and grabbed her ankle she fell over and kicked out rolling to her back. "Oh fuck you! I knew you looked squirrely!" John's hand dropped and Jenny got back to her feet.

    John stood up and stretched brushing his clothes off and shrugged at her ignoring the blood coming from his arm. "Like a spider right?" He said with a laugh and stared down at her only to look at the guards on the ground. "Damn you did a number on them. But eh, what's a few guards to the life of a gifted locked up?" He asked and shrugged picking up a scalpel off the ground. Tho now he could see a thicker line still attached to them. It was a bright red in which he assumed was their life line. They were merely asleep if anything. John then smirked at her before closing his eyes as she did, his eyes quickly zoomed across the lines. "Mmmm lots a lines on you too you know?" He asked and found the one he was looking for. "Blue for energy yea? Like the light blue one?" He asked and drug the knife across it quickly. Hoping it was the right one but completely unsure of what he had done regardless. John didn't care either way, she was just another inmate now.

    While these thoughts did cross his mind, Jenny's gift had an effect on him all in itself. Leaving him to wonder why he was doing this. It was true he was a member of the agency and his job was to catch others and put them in the cells. But even so, he didn't exactly hate them. Or did he? John wasn't quite sure on the situation but part of him felt as if he should.

    Jenny felt a surge of energy and quickly kicked John square in the chest knocking him off his feet before she dropped back a few feet smiling.
    "Energy goes two ways shite-for-brains."

    John cringed as he was knocked off his feet and looked as guards swarmed her quickly grabbing her injecting her with a needle. While it wasn't much of a sedative it would calm her at the least. John slowly sat up and winced at the pain. "Damn you're a hard one. But none the less that sedative isn't going to keep your powers away, but hell I took care of that one. That one just calms your body. Good luck rotting away." He spoke before standing up and making his way to the infirmary.
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    Nine days of waiting, nine days of seeing if this Connor might be a man of his word. The Native American could tell the first day he got the placebo pill. His senses heightened, his body felt more powerful and quicker. He could even breath deeper and was more aware of his surroundings. The air was different throughout the Asylum, there was a great deal of tension, fear, and excitement. He hasn't told anyone else about the meeting, but escapes are never completed by just one person. He had no doubt more of the Gifted were given the same talk as him.

    The alarms went off, and like always Silus was up before them. But because of his heightened senses they hurt just as badly as they would've if he'd been caught by surprise. Anchors and Fox show up as usual, but he gives them a look that stops their taunts. Anchors scowls and Fox takes a step back.
    "Well guess it's a full moon again, the Injun is having his cycle. Get the fuck up yard time." Silus quieted the beasts inside and nodded following them out. He squinted and gave a feral growl as the sights and sounds of the Yarn assailed him, for three years his powers have been suppressed even when he was only taking the pills half of the time. But now they're all flooding back to him, and he had grown unused to it. He noticed some new faces, particularly a pretty Asian girl, he looked at her with primal eyes studying her. She could be an ally or at least a distraction when shit hit the fan, but for now he needed to quiet the racket of bells and shower of bright lights staggering him. Moving to his usual quiet spot he sat and began focusing on meditating the Beasts under control and readying his mind for the break-out.


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    If they had allowed it Isis would have slept for days. Although the dark skinned women as a dedicated agent, there were times where laziness took it's toll. Today was one of those days. Hearing the door open, and then shut quietly second later, could only mean one thing. Cleo. It all the resistance in the world to not chuck a pillow straight at the blonde women's face. Burying herself further into the nest of pillows Isis mentally groaned.

    "What now?" Isis sighed, laziness laced through her smooth voice.

    There was a moment where an audible gasp filled the room before the other women answered. The gasp correlated with something in the room clashing to the group. Mentally Isis rolled her chocolate orbs before sitting up. It had been ten days since Isis caught Red. So far, there had been no noise from their new captive, at least now that Isis knew of. Diligently attempting to fix the messy locks the women locked eyes with the blonde.

    "Ms. Isis, my apologies for waking you, but it's time for you to do rounds and make sure that everything is going smoothly."

    "Right, right," Isis murmured, extending her arm out and letting out a yawn, "I'll be there. Give me ten." She slowly moved over to the side of the bed and continued to stretch. After receiving a call, Cleo frantically left the room while murmuring under her breathe. Right as the door closed, something else fell in the bathroom. Letting out a sigh, she stood and began to get ready for her day.

    Fifteen minutes later the women was walking out the door. Time to get to work. She wandered the halls and observed as gifted were taken out of their cells to go to the yard. Some level of her conscience realized that this was suppose to bother her; the way kids were being dragged out, beat, or generally tormented. The key word was suppose. At this point the women felt nothing but bland emptiness. Sometimes, it took like moments like these for Isis to realize the effect of the witch doctor's spell. While the chaos was going on around her, she took a different path and walked up the second floor. Almost like a tower, there were walkways around the year were the gifted could be observed. Isis stalked the walkway, eyeing the prisoners.

    The one that chocolate orbs almost automatically landed on was the Native American. She knew of his ability to shape shift and control his shifts. There was some bitterness when it came to his gift. Leaning against the wall, she continued to watch as he sat down and focused.

    What is he doing?

    Cautious, and curious, the women continued to watch with interest.

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    FARRAH L.

    Since that meeting with Conner everything had been a blur and time seemed to blend. Before Farrah even knew it day nine was beginning. As per normal the jarring alarm sounded throughout the building; echoing down corridors and waking people up. This time the girl was already wake; silently wondering why she had not heard anything from the telepathic man named Jamison. Shaking her head lightly she refocused herself. Today was the day. Within seconds of the alarm ringing guards were entering cells and cries could be heard as children, kids and adults were tormented into submission. Anger bubbled under her skin as the sounds reached her ears. Suddenly, the guard--who she named Hopkins after the famous Witch Hunter in the 1960's--entered the cell. Without having to be told Farrah stood. With her strength growing everyday it took everything not to try something in that moment. Large, calloused hands reached out for her arm, but Farrah pulled back instinctively.

    "Ya' damn Witch," His voice bellowed, anger lacing his voice, "Come here." This time, the brunette was not fast enough. He jerked her body toward him and then pain erupted from the lower abdomen as his knee made way into it. For a moment all the breath left her body. Gasping heavily Farrah felt herself fall to the floor; Hopkins hand still clutching the small arm. Two more kicks landed before he started to drag her body across the floor. Her mind was fuzzy, but the sudden fresh air was refreshing. For just a moment Farrah allowed her chocolate orbs to close.

    Damn, that hurt.

    Thanks to Hopkins everything was sore. A shadow then began to block the sunny vision of day. Orbs shooting up the girl was surprised to find Hopkins leaning menacingly over her form. "Next tim', ya better listen. Or it'll only get worse for ya." With that said, the man marched away. There was no doubt that if Hopkins at the chance he would burn her at the stake. Standing slowly to keep the world from spinning the brunette slowly made her way over to the children. Several rushed over crying, worried and afraid. Smiling softly the girl comforted them as best she could. After spending several minutes with them she made her way over to Silus, who appeared to be mediating. Silently, Farrah leaned against the wall and slid down.

    Today is the day.

    Part of her wondering if Jamison would be around during the event, or if he would stay away. Whatever he choose to do, she hoped that he would be safe.

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    The guard looks over and smirks. "And what would I get out of this?" Vencrom sighs. "What do you want for it? I don't have anything of value, unless you count my....abilities? Freakish genetic disorder? Mutation? What do you guys call it around here?" "Eh, freak is good enough for me." Vencrom shrugs. "I'll stop bugging you about it." The guard laughs, shaking her head. "You are a strange one, I'll tell you that much." She picks up my file. "What were your powers again? Some kinda dragon breath? Is that what's making you act so weird?" She flips a page in the file. "Quick question mutant. If I did let you out, what would you do, hmm? Why would you want to see the sun, if it would just remind you of what you no longer have?" I stop to think about that. Why would I want to see the sun and sky again? "For a chance to feel normal, I guess." She raises her eyebrow. "It's normal to want to go out into the prison yard? Where did you grow up kid? The cell's the only safe place around here." I think back. "I grew up in a prison yard of sorts, so I guess I just want that feeling of familiarity again." She looks at my file one more time. "When was the last time you got your meds? Yesterday?" She turns the page. "Yeah, that's the doc's signiture. Ok, fine, you can go to the yard. But you have to do something for me first." I gulp. "There's this one guard, the short fat one with a blonde crewcut. You know him?" I nod slowly. "Yeah, why?" She grimaces. "He's my ex. Humiliate him in front of everyone, and you got yourself a deal. I don't even care if you kill him, just make him mess up in the biggest way possible. You do that, and I'll let you have some yard time. Deal?" I nod. "Deal." She grins. "He's gonna regret the day he dumped me and broke my heart." She turns back to me. "I'll get you some yard time if it's the last thing I do. I'll be back." With that, she turns and leaves.
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    Andrew woke with a pained groan, the alarms pounding in his head. Before the plan he had been used to them, always mixing them up with the dozen or so alarms around him. With his testing done, he had been put back on the minimal requirements, so only enough to keep him from dying. The nine days had been bliss, allowing him to get some normal rest and recovery, yet they had also been hell. He had found out after two days that the pills had no effect, as that basic itch had grown into a full blown burn through his body.

    Keeping his powers secret was the most painful part of the entire ordeal. During the testing time he learned how to roughly control the output of his power, along with how strong he could use it. Now he was trying to bottle it up. Having to prevent his powers from decaying even his clothes, it was like trying to breath without moving his chest. Painful but doable.

    “Time to get up dead boy. Though we may be putting a new person in this room. You look close to death yourself.” The guard mocked him, pulling the chair closer. Andrew ignored him, pulling himself up and into the chair. He was glad that the guard didn't try to assist him as he settled down into the chair, otherwise he wasn't sure he could prevent the man's hand from decaying. He was afraid now even his clothes would fade away. Giving a sigh he wheeled himself into the yard with a minor groan, feeling everything shake.

    Looking around the yard, he sighed as he pushed himself towards an empty table, wanting some silence. Being able to focus helped him feel better, but honestly he just wanted to be alone. He wanted to avoid possibly melting people, even now his clothes were getting threadbare. Hopefully Connor would get them out soon, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer.

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    Gaius just watched as Connor left his room, and then shut the door behind him. A puzzled look crossed his face as he returned to his bed. Why in the world would Connor still care for him? Why would he be a weakness for a man that had moved on before seeing him again? Lifting his hand to place it on the injured shoulder Gaius just stared at the door with a cold uncaring look. Did he really have any reason to live? Connor was his life before his family's betrayal, and his imprisonment. Yet even though seeing his love once again was the only thing that kept him going he still wanted to end his life. He was no longer worthy of the love that Connor once had for him.

    Laying in the bed he looked at the ceiling as many more thoughts ran through his head. Victor, the man he just captured was the one that was able to replace him, and that little bit of love kept Connor from becoming like him. Giving a long sight as he turned over in bed closing his eyes. He would need to have a talk with this Victor as soon as they were done with him. He needed to know what Connor meant to Victor, and if he would be able to trust him with Connor's life after this was all over.


    Three days later



    Victor was finally able to be discharged from the medical wing after they finished their experiments on him. Granted he figured this was only the beginning of their poking and prodding at him, but at least for now it was over with. At least that was what he ad hoped. He had overheard the Dr.’s and nurses talking about how his power was similar to another's in the Maximum security wing, and that was why they were so interested in his power. Though he only had one fraction of the man’s power, but they though if they could get a grasp on his power. Then they might be able to get one step closer to confining the others power.

    Victor was in a confinement cell with no video or audio since there was no need to keep track of the Gifted once their power was striped form them thanks to the medication that was administered. Victor had been waiting in this accursed cell for what seemed like hours, and he used the time to think about what Connor had told him as he was succumbing to the sedative once more. He wanted him to get comfortable with his stay, but Victor knew this was an impossibility. However, him keeping a low profile was not as hard. He didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself. He just needed to wait.

    Suddenly the door opened up, and an Agent was standing in the doorway, but instead of trying to force Victor out of the cell he stepped in closing the door behind him locking it once more. Anger filled Victor's eyes when he saw the man that was now with him. It was the bastard that brought him here. “What in the hell are you doing here?” Victor questioned as he clenched his hand in anger.

    Gaius looked into the hate filled eyes of Victor, and could only stare with cold eyes back. He needed information, and Victor was the only one that could supply him with said information. “You might as well get comfortable. Since you won't be going anywhere till I get the information I am looking for.” Gaius said as he just stood be the door.

    “What is Connor to you?”

    Victor was shocked as the Gifted traitor began to speak. How did he know about Connor, and let alone himself?

    “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

    “Don’t play dumb. Connor already told me that you and himself are a couple. So I will ask again. What is Connor to you?”

    Victor was shocked at what this man said. Why in the world would Connor have talked so freely to this traitor? Was he now an friend, or is he just trying to get information out of him to hurt Connor with?

    “How do you know about me and Connor?”

    Gaius sighed as he took a couple of steps towards Victor. Who in turn took a couple of steps back to keep the distance between the two of them.

    “That is none of your concern. Answer the question.”

    “And if I refuse to answer your question?”

    “Then you had be ready to face the consequences. Connor knows nothing of our meeting, and I will keep it that way. Just answer the damn question.”

    “I don’t owe you any explanation of who Connor is to me. You are nothing more than a traitor to your own kind.”

    Gaius didn’t like the explanation Victor gave. So he quickly closed the distance between him and Victor. Having nowhere to go Victor was pinned to the wall by Gaius. Gaius moved in closer to his ear and whispered.

    “Connor was important to me once. So, I will only warn you once. If you ever break his heart I WILL RIP YOURS OUT.”

    Gaius threatened as he grabbed a hold of Victor’s arm, and started to lead him to the door. It was time to put him in his cell and Victor was in such a shock over what Gaius had said that he didn’t put up any fight.


    Gaius


    The fated ninth day was now upon them, and Gaius wasn’t too certain about his new post. Four days ago he had been summoned to the Warden's office, and he was afraid he had caught wind of his little visit with Victor somehow. However, that was not the case. He was there to receive a new assignment that was at the request of Connor. Gaius was to become his body guard within the walls of the Asylum.

    This came as a surprise, and he almost tried to refuse the post change, but something in the wardens eyes told him he had better keep his mouth shut. So, he agreed to become his personal guard, and once that happened most of the Agents that used to torment him stopped. Now he was considered the lap dog of the administrator, and they didn’t want anything to do with him.

    He was standing in Connors office as he was looking over some paperwork. Gaius didn’t say a thing as he watched him work. He only stood there with a cold empty gaze. Why would Connor put him in this position? Granted he had told him that something would happen, but this was completely unnecessary. He didn’t know how he could talk to Connor, so the past four days he hadn’t said a word, only watched and wondered.


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    Nine day he as spent in this hell hole, and nine days to wonder what in the world that metal bastard was talking about? Victor was in his bed staring at the ceiling hours before the alarm would be sounding. He didn’t sleep well these past nine days, and you could see it in his eyes. But what vexed him most was he couldn’t understand is why the Gifted that captured him would come to him, and tell him he would kill him if he hurt Connor.

    Victor wouldn’t even fathom hurting Connor, but what did Connor mean to the metal bastard? This though plagued his every waking moment. Could that man have been the one that Connor was dating before him? If it was then he abandoned his love, and now threatened him like Gaius was still in love with Connor.

    Victor slapped his face as he tried his best to stop thinking about it. Connor was his, and that man has no right to even speak his name. Let alone threaten him about breaking his heart. Taking deep breaths he pushed the thought away, though he knew it would be back eventually. Suddenly the alarm sounded, and the high pitched sound went right through Victor’s head. The pitch was something that caused Victor pain, but that was the least of his worries. For the guards would be in soon to drag him out of his cell because he didn’t like to go to the yard. Too many people for his taste, and he preferred to be alone.

    “Well sleeping beauty. Time to get you ass down with the others.”

    The guard said as he grabbed a hold of Victor and drug him out of his cell and into the yard. This was the only attention that he brought to himself. Once he was in the yard he looked around at the rest of the Gifted in the building, and made his way over to a table where only one other Gifted was sitting. Well he was in a wheelchair but still sitting. He hasn't made any attempt to get to know anyone in the building. However, he thought it was about time to at least get to know some people in this place. Since he didn’t know how long his stay was. Though it couldn’t be much longer since he was taking the pills but his powers had returned to him. He didn’t know Connors plan, but it must be happening soon.

    Sitting next to the man Victor looked at the man trying to get a grasp of why he was sitting alone. He looked as if he was in pain of some kind, bur at the same time he looked to be afraid. “Hello. My name is Victor.” He said reaching out a friendly hand to shake the man’s hand if he felt like it.
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    It had been nine days since the little man had strolled in asking him questions. Nine days and yet since his arrival things had started to change. The pills they’d been giving them before the mysterious man’s arrival suppressed their abilities, but over the past nine days the pills had done nothing to their gifts. He could feel again. It was like receiving sight after being blind for a long time. Like smelling for the first time. Taemin stood slowly from his meditative position as the alarms went off signaling for those in the lesser areas to go into what was known as the “yard” but to Taemin it was like herding cattle.

    What are you doing Warlock?
    Don’t you feel it? Our time is now!

    Yoongi opened his eyes slowly. It was incredible to behold his sight of the world around him. His mind surged with power, surged with energy. Exhaling he stretched his hand.

    Then we shall have fun.

    Taehyung moved slowly, stirring from the position he was in. Today he felt rejuvenated. Was this part of the little man’s plans? There was a moment in which he looked around watching how Yoongi and Taemin seemed to be feeling what he was feeling. The pull of electrical current, the unsettling of the atmosphere. How he’d longed for this day since the day he was caught and now it was time.

    “DESTROY. EVERYTHING!” Taemin said as one of the guards turned to him and glared.

    “As if, you couldn’t destroy a wooden chair more less anything else. You’ll be here for a very long time and when we crack exactly how you do what you do then you’ll be…..”

    “I grow tired of your voice,” Taemin said cutting the guard off. “I grow tired of this place and you should run.”

    The guard smirked but when Taemin’s eyes shifted in color, when they began to glow a crimson red he began to step back and tried to reach the alarm button on the wall. Taemin’s hand pressed against the cell and black etching began to carve into it. The guard’s eyes widened as he pressed the button but the cell shattered sending shards of glass in all directions. Unfortunately, the guard was in the wrong place as the glass sliced through him like a hot knife through butter. Yoongi and Taehyung watched it happen and sighed as they escaped their cells with ease. The alarm blared through the facility, guards attempting to detain them but their lives were forfeit. Taehyung stretched loosening up his muscles. A guard rushed towards them, but Taehyung transformed into pure electricity surging forth and grabbing the man by his head, sending volts into the man and frying his organs. The guard dropped to the ground just as another suffered the wrath of Psion's mental games. The guard's mind snapped and he found it easier to end his own life.

    “Psion, where is the little man?” Taehyung asked.

    Yoongi closed his eyes and swiftly found Connor. “The one you seek is named Connor. He is in the upper level.”

    “Why do you want to know where he is Taehyung?” Taemin chimed in looking at his younger brother.

    “Do you not find it obvious he is the one who gifted us freedom? I merely want to thank him before we leave.”

    “Five minutes,” Taemin said growing tired of the situation as a whole.

    "Give the love birds ten minutes Taemin, it's the least we can do."

    "Fine, ten minutes Taehyung, and if you're not ready we're leaving without you."

    ===
    Jameson made his way to the security room. Per Connor’s instructions there was to be no evidence. He sighed as he reached the door and opened it. His job was easy. As swiftly as he’d come in did they succumb to his will. They erased it. All of it, and when they were done they fell unconscious as Jameson implemented turning off all security systems.

    Connor stood from his desk as the alarm blared, the warden rushing in.

    “It’s the maximum security wing. They’re free.”

    Connor looked at Gaius and swiftly moved towards the door. “Evacuate the staff warden, and contact the Agency.”

    The warden scurried off to do as he was told.

    “Gaius. Be careful. During this, I want you to get out, do you hear me? I want you to get out and be free,” he said as he approached Gaius and lifted his arm with the bracelet on it. He inserted something into the side of it and the bracelet popped open. Connor sighed as he placed a soft hand on Gaius’ face. “Get out and don’t look back.”

    Gaius didn't move as the alarm blared and the warden entered the room. Connor gave his orders and then moved over to him. Removing the bracket that held him to the agency will. Looking into his ex-lovers eyes he could tell he wanted him to be free. However, he wouldn't know what to do with said freedom. Smiling at Connor as he reached up and touched his shoulder. He brought him closer and quickly kissed him on the lip.

    “I have nothing on the outside world to go back to. However, I have something here that I wish to protect. Nothing more and nothing less.” Gaius said as he turned from Connor making his way to the door. With him now able to use his full power he would be able to help the other escape. “I will make up for the atrocities I have committed. I am not leaving you here to suffer alone.”

    Part of him wanted Gaius to be free, but he was glad that Gaius wouldn’t leave him again. He was happy to know that he meant something to Gaius, but the guilt that Victor didn’t know of his past with Gaius had started to eat away at him and he looked at Gaius after the kiss, rubbing his lips with his hand. The kiss sent sparks through his body. He wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his ex-lover’s arms, but the image of Victor flashed into his head again and he sighed.

    “Do what you can to help them get out. There are a few others who need freedom from control. Since this is the biggest facility to harbor gifted, I will make sure it goes down, but this is my last. Should I fall here today carry on without me, and be free.”

    An explosion rocked the facility. “They’re coming and they won’t differentiate between friend or foe. Stay out of their way Gaius but help the others to freedom. Where the hell is Jameson?”

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    Vencrom turns to the opening door. Why are they opening the doors? It's not Yard time, is it? What's going on? He walks to the door and looks out at all the other cells. "What's going on? Anyone?" He walks out into the hallway, and looks around. He walks to the first cell and looks inside. "Hello?" Where is everyone? The whole facility suddenly shakes, and knocking him to the ground. I gotta get out of here! He runs for the nearest door, the one that he was brought into the facility through. "Where is the flippin handle?"
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    Andrew barely had time to notice the man as the alarms sounded, a unfamiliar yet worried one. Andrew felt his heart sink as the sound poured through the yard, scaring some of the children and putting most of the inmates on alert. It wasn't long before guards began to enter the room, guns drawn and motioning for them to get back to their cells. Andrew himself was gone by then, at least mentally. The sudden alarm and guard rush had broken his concentration, and his power had begun to spread out. One could almost hear a hiss surround him, the shirt becoming frayed at the end and parts of his skin turning slightly red.

    “Move it Dead Boy! Back to your cell!” One of the guards spoke, holding the gun and reaching out to grab ahold of Andrew.

    “Don't touch me!” Andrew shouted, pulling himself away from the guard and scrambling to the floor. The guard moved in to grab the inmate, not noting the decay of clothing.

    Silus had been spending his time deciding which animal form to take first. Bobcat was the best overall fighter, but Wolf had more bite power and endurance, Rat could easily escape in the chaos, and Eagle could fly and put up a fight. But he had a bloodlust in him and Wolf was always one for blood. As the alarms began and the whole Asylum was rocked by some kind of explosion Silus knew his time was now. Quickly climbing to his feet he began undressing his body changing slowly. He looked at Farrah his teeth already elongating and fur beginning to sprout across his chest and back. “Stay away from the front of me!” He said these words just as Anchos came down and punched him hard in the face. It hurt, but it was a pain he could work with. He gave a wolfish smile. “There’s no turning back now, you’ve woken up the demon in me!” He punched Anchors right in the mouth and sent him sailing, but before the man could get back up Silus’s body was breaking apart and morphing. The sickening sound of bones breaking and resetting and skin splitting apart filled the air between them and soon was replaced with the angry howl of a giant black wolf with bright red eyes. It screamed above the alarms and shouts of the others.

    This was the moment Silus has been waiting for, for three years. Wolf was out and he wouldn’t go back without one hell of a fight. Anchors tried to get his gun, but Wolf was there his vicious teeth around his throat and powerful jaws ripping out spreading the man’s blood across his face and pelt. More guards tried to take him down, but Wolf had been hungry for so long, flesh would be his sustenance and blood would be his nectar. Two more guards fell before Wolf heard Andrew’s call. A familiar bond burned in his savage mind and he came to the sick man’s defense the guard was knocked to the floor and his face chomped down upon.

    Andrew was surprised to see the massive wolf appear above him, guarding him from the guard who had been trying to grab him. Looking up he could tell who the wolf was, even under that blood and fur. Silus, the silent native who had acted as the stoic inmate. A frown crossed his face as Andrew pulled himself off the floor, using Silus unintentionally as a support, taking a small tuft of fur with him. He could see the panic now spreading around the yard, inmates fighting back against guards, with bullets now being let loose to either incapacitate or kill, they didn't care which.

    “This.. this is horribly wrong. I know we were at odds, but do we have to fight like this?” Andrew asked the man, unsure if he could honestly answer his questions or not.

    Wolf felt Andrew’s powers scrape over his body and quickly bound away as his comrade got back to his feet. Luckily the feeling left him for the most part, as an animal he could understand human speech, but couldn’t talk. He quickly nodded his head at Andrew’s words and turned back to the melee. The next guard to go down was about to shoot Andrew, but Wolf was there crunching down on his arm and instantly breaking it before bringing the man to the floor and killing him. Shaking his head Wolf was thoroughly coated in blood now and he loved every second of it, but Andrew would be the easiest target until he got into his chair and they could figure out a way to the exit. Huffing Wolf signalled for Andrew to get back to his chair.

    Andrew followed Wolf with his eyes, watching him take down another guard and coating himself in a fresh spray of blood. The carnage was impressive, if not terrifying to him. To know someone would revel in such acts was foreign to himself, having spent so much of his time alive sheltered in his way. He was able to catch the wolf nodding between him and the wheelchair, and he was able to catch its meaning. Heading over carefully, he slipped back into the chair, feeling the cinge as pink lines appeared from where he sat, glad the bars were sturdy enough to take one hit.

    “We should get out of here. The longer we all stay, the more fighting and death will happen. If this is his plan, then let's not stick around before more guards show up to stop us.” Andrew reasoned in his mind, figuring that this was their best chance to escape. He motioned towards the doors that the guards had come in through it being the one door he had never really been through. It made the best sense to getting out. Now he just needed to figure a way out of there. He could tell just at a glance that they had different speeds, so if they wanted to get out, it would have to be something fast.

    Wolf nodded to Andrew and made quick work of a couple of more guards, noting Andrew’s looking around. In human form he wasn’t much for planning this was even more true in beast form. But as he ripped into a guard’s legs and tore his belt free it slung over his shoulder and bumped into Andrew’s chair. Unintentionally giving the guy an idea.

    Looking to the wolf as he bumped into his chair he could see the belt from the guard tossed over his shoulders. An idea formed, one that would help him get out faster than he could on his own. It would also draw attention to them and hopefully away from the others. With a look around to the other fallen guards, Andrew began working his way around, avoiding as much of the fighting as he could while pilfering the belts from fallen guards, having to decay parts as he did.

    'Now if I remember it right, they go like this?’ Andrew spoke, connecting ends of different belts and giving it a tug to test it's pull. Feeling it he began to collect even more of them, gathering a total of six along with one for himself. He belted one to hold him to the chair, recalling an old cartoon where they did something similar, but they used a horse instead. Thankfully both had four legs and fur. Turning to address Wolf, he saw the two guards that were both aiming down their sights, keeping out of range of the beast.

    “No!” Andrew charged them without thinking things through. He wasn't a born fighter, nor was he a ferocious beast, but there was one thing he did have, a gift. Right now that was all he had and he would use it to protect those he could. Ramming into the back of one guard he was able to knock him over. The guard fell over into his lap, and Andrew did the only thing he honestly thought of, and grabbed the man by the throat.

    His power flared to life as he focused, and one could see the effects immediately. Blood fountained from both of them, the skin and muscle decaying from around the man's throat and around his own hands. A large hole could be seen in Andrew’s hands, revealing bone underneath, though less could be said for the gasping man now on the floor, choking on his own blood from the massive hole in his neck. Andrew could only stare at the man in shock.

    Wolf watched Andrew work doing his best to deter or wound any guard who tried to stop him. But as the sickly man used his powers to kill a guard, Wolf saw the skin vanish and the white glare of bone. He knew of Andrew’s power and knew he couldn’t let him do that again, he grabbed the end of the belts meant for him and dragged Andrew’s chair back over and despite the danger helped his friend back into the chair feeling more fur fall from his head and shoulders leaving him somewhat mangy looking. He hoped it would grow back., huffing around the belt he made himself ready to run once Andrew was set.

    Pulled out of shock as Silus pulled him away from the dead guard, he had to realize that now was not the time to get stuck. He could see that wolf had already gathered up the belts like a pair of reigns, and was waiting on him. He nodded and tied the two ends onto his wheelchair. Adjusting the belt hold him on and looking down at his own damaged hands he looked to wolf.

    “Le...lets go. Hopefully we can get out safe.” Andrew spoke as he wrapped his hands up as much as possible in his shirt to protect them.

    Wolf nodded holding the belts firmly in his mouth and turned for the door going off at a quick run eager to get out of this place.

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