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Quinardo Soto was dead, there were eyewitnesses that had seen him comit suicide, although the subsequent explosion had aparently obliterated his body there was no mistaking the fact... he was deader than a dodo's gravestone; and yet here he was, lying on a simple cot and slowly re-gaining consciousness as a blarign siren slowly increased the pain of his headache, "ugh..." he groaned weakly, sitting up and clutching his forehead, <it feels like I've got my head in a vice...> he thought, and laughed weakly as he remembered that old children's movie. He soon wished he hadn't though, the laugh made his headache ten times worse and now he felt like he had to puke.

He gingerly lowered himself onto the ground, testing the strength of his legs before trying to walk across the relaive marathon that was the distance between the bed and a granite sink in a corner. He stumbled the last few steps, but managed to steady himself by holding on to the edge of a metalic mirror, <must not want me to comit suicide; granite sink, metalic mirror...> he looked in the mirror, afraid that there might be some form of giant wound on his face, but sighed with relief when he saw that everything was in the right place. He turned on the cold water and splashed himself in the face a couple of times, wincing as the siren continued to whine incesantly, "SHUT UP ALREADY!!" he yelled to nothing in particular.

Inspecting himself closer in the mirror he noticed that there were small bristles on his chin, <hmm... I can't have been here for more than half a day, otherwise I would have much more hair than this on my face> he made sure his eye wasn't dilated or the iris ragged, and finally washed out his mouth with some water. Upon further inspection of the room he found to his utter non-surprize that his weapons had been taken away from him, the grenades and rifle he couldn't do anything about; the grenades were too complex for him to create with his power and the rifle took him nearly a month to finish assembling. The Kamas he could probably make, with the mirror, but it would look too suspicious should anyone come in here; the chain was the only thing he could make without it being too obvious.

He reached below his bed and firmly grabbed hold of the metal bars that crossed it's bottom horizontally; he closed his eyes and concentrated, sloly feeling the metal form fine links and strenghten it's molecular structure under his guidance. <Finished> he thought, and pulled out his creation, it wouldn't be as strong as the one he usually carried around with him, but would serve it's purpose.

Ben unholstered one of his pistols and aimed it at the girl when the voice spoke again, "No!" it cried "Don't shoot her! Tear her apart! Show her your strength!" it growled to him. Immediately, Ben reholstered the pistol and stepped forward to the moving girl.

He was not bothered by the blood. It actually seemed to fuel him on. His movements were quick but precise. As the girl moved, Ben watched her, anticipating her movements. Finally, he lowered himself and reached out. Gripping her throat, he glared at the girl, not lifting her off the ground, but instead snarling out the words, "Kill.." he began to squeeze her neck lightly.

"Good!" the voice spoke, "Destroy her! Do it! Kill her! She is insane and unfit to be alive!" the voice laughed as Ben stared at the girl with his hand over her throat.

"...HAHAHA-GURK!"

Ami's laugh fell short. A hand reached out and stopped her in mid run. The sudden stop in momentum of her sprint making her body swing off her feet. But the man's strength held tight, letting her fall back the ground on her feet. She was shocked. Shocked beyond belief.

Nothing, nothing, nothing! Nothing has ever had so much strength! Powerful... powerful... flee. Flee! Flee! Must flee!

Tears started to water her eyes. She couldn't handle the stress of such a creature. Such a strength! Why!? Why?!

"No." She said softly.

No. No. No. No. No! Wrong! It was wrong! No bird was this strong! No! Just a bird!

Her face tensed up, no longer tearing. An extreme rage flew over body, her blood boiling from anger.

"No!"

Her hands flew up onto the birds. She ripped in the birds wings, her nails digging into the soft flesh. With the grip in the little creature, she began twisting the enemies wings. Red tea began to spill out, but she cared not. She didn't care if it sang. Her eyes intensified on its. Her eyes of pure hate.

She was going to shred this evil bird. The naughty creature. How dare it touch her!

Aaron watched in horror as the girl swept past him in a speedy blur. It was shocking, that any creature could be that fast. He could barely follow her movements! There was no chance for him to stop her. No chance that he would be able to do anything besides become a burden.

Fast!

His thoughts were fixated on that one word, a statement of incredulity at this being that was running. Suddenly, Ben, with a wild, crazy look in his eye, drew his gun, but immediately holstered it again. Aaron began to wonder what he was doing, but instantly, before he could finish the thought, Ben had his hands around her throat.

Whoa... Ben is... he's strong!

Aaron gathered himself long enough to take a bead on the girl. She was freaking out. Apparently, she had never encountered something capable of facing her before. She was tearing into Ben's limbs. Too much longer, and she'd tear him to pieces.

"Ben! Crap..."

Aaron acted instinctively, pulling the trigger, aiming at the girl's legs. If he could immobilize her, Ben could let go. It was really their only chance. He had to keep her from speeding past them.

Blam!

The shot from Aaron's revolver rang out clearly, the shot striking true to the girl's legs. Hopefully, that would be enough. Aaron was still concerned for Ben. If he didn't get out of there fast enough, he'd have permanent bodily damage done to him...

"Ben, let go! What are you thinking, just standing there?! You'll die!"

Looking around the room a little more Quinardo discovered several interesting things, first that there was a bible in the otherwise empty bookcase, <what is this? a cheap hotel somewhere?>, and second that there was a fresh cahnge of clothes for him in the wood dresser... and they were exactly the same type of clothes he usually wore; semi-loose (but not baggy) jeans, hiking sneakers, a long-sleeve button-down brown shirt with rolled-up sleeves, an a brown t-shirt with a design of a skeleton on it, <what the... this is the exact same clothes I wore when I was at FIT...> he stared at the clothes before deciding that the questioning could wait for later, right not he needed to get out of this room.

He straightened the collar of his shirt, looking at himself in the mirror and smirking, amused at how the clothes fit him perfectly well and almost seemed to make him look younger, <I'm not twenty anymore though...> he reached behind his back and clasped both of his hands in a solid handshake, <I'm still as flexible as I used to be though, that physical therapy and the subsequent training certanly did their job>. After making sure that his newly-made chain was securely wrapped around his arm in such a way that he could easily keep it hidden, but still use it when needed, he walked up to the metal door.

He slowly stretched his right hand out and lightly touched the door, recieving an electric shock that made him jump and retreat, <they know...> he stared at the door, thinking about how to circumvent the obstacle, and walked up to a wall instead. He knocked on the wall, hoping to find a hollow spot that would make his work easier, but came up with zilch. Grumbling to himself in frustration he finally decided to use the spot underneath the small window that was letting in light.

Firmly planting his hands on the wall, and closing his eyes to concentrate, he began to alter the structure of the wall, slowly weakening it inch by inch; the continual drone of the siren seemed to die out for him, he had become temporarily deaf to his surroundings, it was a trick he had learned while in the university, it helped him to concentrate better on a single purpose. Soon he had managed to weaken a sizable portion of the wall and walked up to the granite sink. He cupped his hands around the thinner base of the sink, and again weakened it's structure untill he gave it three strong tugs and tore it off the ground.

<Here goes, maybe the siren means that there's something else going on that will make this easier for me...> he wasn't planning to escape, at least not untll he got some answers from the people who had imprisoned him. He grabbed his makeshift club tightly, allready feeling it's weight tiring his arms, and struck the weakened panel of the wal with all his stregnth. A sizable chunk of the wall was demolished by the blow, but at least three more strikes were necesary to knock a hole he could exit through.

Ben snarled in pain as he let go. He growled and backed up. Looking at his arms, it could be noticed that his wounds were healing, much faster than a normal human's. As they continued to heal gradually, Ben looked around wildly. There was a noticable look of fear in his eyes.

"That small child is so very strong!" the voice said, but then added as Ben was looking around wildly, "Kill them all! If you do not, they will kill you!" he ceased looking around and he looked at his arms which were looking better considering that his arms had almost been torn off. Better, but still not good. They were still bleeding quite a bit, but they didn't look as bad as they had. "Kill the child first! She has harmed you! She must pay for it!" the voice said.

Ben muttered one word, "Child.." as he unholstered one of his pistols and held it weakly in his right hand and aimed it at Ami "Good!" the voice commended, "She will die for her transgressions!"

Blam!

Ami's leg begins to slump as a loud ringing noise echos the already orchestrated halls. A burst of tea spews out of her leg at high speeds, swishing onto the ground and walls. Ami felt her leg react to the sensation and twitch in reaction. Her hands lost willingness to hold the blue jay who just grabbed her and trailed with her face to her leg.

Tea! Red tea! It was flowing out of her! This feeling! What was this feeling?! Why did it feel like this?!

She clenched the leg trying to stop the tea from pouring out. It was slowing but not stopping.

What happened!? What?! What!? What?! Why is tea pouring out of me?! I am no bird! I'm not! Wrong! This is all wrong!!

Her breath was halted as she stared at it. Her body started slowing down in reaction and she was fading from the reaction. Body functions halting to stop tea loss. Hunger began to mix with fear.

Tears started to stream from her. How could this happen?!

Flee! Flee! Run away! Get away! Kill birds! Run! Eat! Drink! Escape!

She pushed herself on one leg, getting some height from the ground. Her arms also gripped the ground, only three body parts touching. The injured one dripping in the air. Dripping tea.

She saw the orb form.

Dangerous! Dangerous! Run!!

Fear had won.

Her body coiled, as if ready to spring. The orb shot out. It was like a flag to a race, she launched herself across the hall. She cleared at least five rooms down the hall, getting her out of reach of the birds and the orb.

Run! Feed! Run! And feed!

Her body took off on all three working parts. Tea dripped following her path, but she did not realize. She was low on fuel. She needed more. And they were dangerous. Danger. Danger! Get away! Find food!

Even with her injury, with all three parts she was moving just as quick as before. It didn't even seem to effect her ability to go.

She ran far and long, turning corners and corridors. Never looking back.

A bird.

A little female blue bird, seemed to be exiting. Facing away from her.

FEED!!

She latched herself on it. Shredding it as quick as possible. Taking off it's wings and claws. Exposing the apples and honey within. She didn't even care about making the bird sing. She just wanted to feed.

She drank and drank. Greedily taking the thing down. It... it tasted so wonderful.

The granite sink finally punched through the wall, and a couple of hits later it completely obliterated the patch of wall that Quinardo had weakened; he threw the sink into the room and steped through the hole, it was a bit small, but he managed to work his way through it without damaging his clothes, <solid freaking concrete... this thing could contain the Hulk...> he turned his head, half-expecting to see another suited man pointing a dart gun at him, but saw only a small courtyard with several trees and benches.

After looking at his hands and seeing the welts that had been driven into them by the weight of the sink he grimaced and sucked some blood from a burst blister, wishing that he could use his power on flash without killing it, it would make recovering from injuries a faster and much less encumbering ordeal. After peeking at several rooms around the courtyard and continually seeing the same thing (an empty room with the same lavish decorations as his), he decided to enter the larger building some distance apart from the rooms.

Sneaking around wasn't Quinardo's greatest strength, but the seriousness of the situation made him much more stealthy than usual, soon he arrived upon a brutal scene. About fifty meters up the hall there was a group of people, blood was splattered on the walls and aparently one of them was choking a little girl, <what is this place,> after one of the others shot the girl and a young woman seemed to have a fit of some sort a giant blood sphere rose and exploded. Quinardo pulled back his head just in time to avoid having it speared by a solid spike of blood, <WHAT IS THIS PLACE!!!>.

Aaron watched as his bullet struck true. It punched it's way through the girl's skin, causing a flood of blood to gush out of the wound. In a panicked frenzy, she then charged off, clearly afraid of the group. But something else was happening as well. The blood on the floor was collecting, drifting to one spot.

Is this another of her tricks? What is she?

Aaron was soon proven wrong in his assumption, however. It was not Ami, but Enyo that was causing this phenomenon. And now, a huge ball of blood was hovering in midair. Aaron was dumbfounded, as he heard Enyo scream as the ball erupted into countless spiked missiles, three of which pierced Aaron's body at different places. He didn't even think to dodge.

Crap! I gotta rewind...

It was only a few seconds. Long enough, however, to give Aaron the time he needed to jump back around the corner. He saw the blood splatter on the wall, coagulating almost immediately into a scabby, disgusting mess. Aaron had to gather himself for a moment.

That was... that was Enyo? No way... Wait! How is everyone?

The thought struck Aaron like a ton of bricks. He was likely the only one capable of dodging all of them. The spikes had shot out so close to the other two, that they would almost certainly have been injured. And then there was Ben. He still had his pistol in hand, and a wild look in his eye that resembled something feral.

Aaron bounded back around the corner, and took a long look at Ben. He still held the pistol. He still had the look in his eyes, that one look. He so very closely resembled...

He looks like some sort of... animal...

Aaron kept his distance, his childish instinct telling him to watch himself.

"Ben... how you holding up, man? You look kinda scary right now..."

Part of Aaron wanted nothing more than to check on Enyo. But something, a voice in his head, was telling him to beware. Perhaps it was logic, perhaps common sense. Perhaps it was something even more primitive, even base instinct, that told him that Ben was dangerous right now. Whatever it was, Aaron was on his guard, his gun primed and ready to fire again.

"P'ease wake up...you gotta waked up. You can't be as'eepies. We's playin'...p'ease waked up."

For anyone near, the speech pattern would make one think that a child was speaking, the tear-filled words enough to break one's heart. Yet the depth of the voice, a deep bass rumble that could cause one's chest to feel as if it were hollow with the stiff vibrations given off, was much too deep to be just a mere child. Such was the situation as Gruff McGuff sat with his legs crossed, his middle set of arms free, as always. He would have been leaning on a tree had it not been for the arms bound behind his back with a strong iron pad, a third set hanging below the others in front. His waist length hair, however, blocked all from view, though one would be able to see the giant rocking back and forth if one were to peek between the bushes surrounding the little clearing.

In the large man's arms lay a small bunny, lying as still as a stone in his grip as he rocks back and forth, slowly and steadily as he had for the past hour, tears streaking his face, making clean patches in the dirt upon his cheeks. Grim was nowhere to be seen, off getting food, having told the large man to stay put, for he was too dumb to wander off on his own. The bunny had come to play with the child-like man, yet Gruff was too strong for his own good. Though he didn't know it, he'd accidentally throttled the life out of the poor creature, as his grip had tightened each time it struggled. Now he sat crying his hardest, though that was nothing new, as he was definitely more in touch with his true emotions than his brother.

"What'd you do now, you great dumbass?"

The short-tempered dwarf pushing through the brush on the other side of the clearing spits the words at his supposed twin with malice lacing each one. He hated the fact that his brother always seemed to have it better despite his impossibly low intellect, for the big man had a body, he had some freaky hair power, and people seemed to like him better. The large man shakes his head, quickly poking the limp bunny behind his body and holding his hands up, the lowest set of arms rising as well. His lips part, sputtering for a moment before reaching to wipe his cheeks, speaking in that halting, deep voice once more.

"I didn't done nothin', Grim, I swears! I didn't mean to...it jus'...it was so c...c...snuggly and I wanted to holds it and..."

The sound of flesh on flesh rings through the small clearing, silencing Gruff as easily as a ruler slapped onto the desk of an unruly child quiets them. Grim stood in front of his brother, his hand stinging from the slap he'd just given Gruff, looking around his body at the bunny. He drags it out with a sigh, tossing it over into the bushes for someone else to eat, Gruff's eyes welling with tears. The little man starts pulling out cans of food that he'd bought in the town, scratching at the skull perched on his bald head like a helmet, tossing some to Gruff, who catches none of them, being hit in the chest each time.

"You've really gotta stop doin' stuff like that, Gruff. You get all worked up and it can't be good for you. I know it ain't good for you. You cry yourself to sleep at night when you think about it."

"I sorry..."

"...It's fine...just...be more careful, ok, you big dummy?"

"Ok...love you, Grimmy."

"Yea, you, too."

The small conversation was mostly Grim scolding his brother, yet even so, the larger of the two still spoke reverently to the smaller, enough so to quiet the little man a bit. Even when he'd called him 'big dummy,' the words had come out lovingly, as had his last words to the large man. Pulling out their can opener, he scoots closer to his twin, using him as a prop as he starts to open their cans of food, starting with Gruff's. Despite his treatment of his twin, Grim did reach up and brush away some of the moisture streaking the larger male's cheeks, Gruff giving a small smile as he is handed the can of corn, his favorite. He tips it back slowly, also having a can of tuna opened for him before Grim starts opening his own food, a can of tuna, as well, along with a pack of crackers and another can of peas. It wasn't much, but then again, the brothers had never had much to begin with.

Dean's eyes widened at the sounds coming from outside his room. The screaming terrified him; he did not know what was happening but the sounds made him assume there was a fight happening of some sort. He recoiled in terror when blood began to seep under the door; someone out there was hurt. He did not move outside however; he knew there were no plants in this building he could manipulate. One of the first things he had done was stretch out with his mind; he had found a part of his gift was also the ability to sense when plants were nearby, although not anything else. Yet, anyway. He did not know how much his gift would develop.

He stared as there was a sudden rush of blood under the door, then it slowed once more. The door shuddered as something struck it, and a small hole appeared near the top. However; he did not see what had caused it, only yet another spurt of blood spraying through the small hole. Unless...surely the blood couldnt have caused the hole? Then again, Dean wasn't sure how powerful the other people in this place were. After all; his own power might be undeveloped; maybe the powers increased the longer you had them. If that was the case then perhaps it was just possible for the blood to have made the hole.

Dean stood on the bed he had been lying on to avoid the blood that now covered the floor. He knew he needed to wait until someone came to tell him what had happened; or until he was threatened. Even then he did not know what he could do.

He slipped and fell onto the floor, covering himself in blood. Under the bed he saw there was a plant that had grown up out of a crack in the concrete of his rooms floor. It was fairly devloped. He wondered if he had enough power to do what he wanted to do; but then there was only one way to find out. Slowly he drew a deep breath, and focuses on what he wanted to do.

At first nothing happened. But then, slowly, the plant began to grow. Soon it was a metre high; but then Dean made it collapse down onto the floor and start growing sideways. At the same time he shaped the plant; making the stem thicker and stronger, along with the green tendrils that were now growing out across the floor. He made the plant grow upwards when it reached the door, then seal it off completely in a lattice of foliage.

Dean threw up after using his power; he was not used to the sensation that had come when he had used it. But he had accomplished what he had wanted to accomplish; hopefully no-one could fight their way through this barrier and he would be safe. But then he thought of those outside; they might have needed his help. He took a deep breath, and prepared to use his power again.

The plant began to grow once more, but stopped abruptly. Dean frowned and tried again, but it was clear the plant wasn't going to grow anymore at that moment in time. Obviously he had reached the limit of his power; but at least he was safe. Dean just hoped he would be able to reverse what he was done; otherwise he had sealed himself inside what would become a tomb.