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Welcome to the Facility, friend...

My name is Bethany Fennel, and I'm an 'inmate' here, just as you are. And I'm "special", just like you.

So I'll be giving you the basic run-around in this letter. I have been chosen, and now you have too.

Answers are needed first- let me explain your situation, before I ask of you what your gift burdens.

What is the Facility-The Facility is the Army's Special Genetics Unit in Alaska, also known as Area 51.5, and it is where we all go, when we have these gifts.

What is wrong with us-
As a child, something happened to us- but we don't remember. When we were marked failures- we went about life. But now the right hemispheres of our brains are doing some pretty amazing stunts, and we have enstilled fear in the modern society- by being the superior race.

Why have I been drafted here-Well, normally, you would've come here because you are a threat. Modern society hates you, forsakes you as a demon amongst men. Well, that's only half of them. The younger generations admire you, worship you as the new uprising- the lead to a new religion and faith. The faith we can all see and prove real.

But today is different.
You aren't here because you are special like me. You aren't here because you are a threat to society.


You are here, because you are hope.


Hope against the Sickened...

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The year is 2040, and society has made its modern advancements. Diseases can be cured, viruses captured and re-established to create impossible vaccines and preventions. Cancer is but a scratch in need of infection cream. Cars no longer run on fuel, but on electricity gathered and cycled through a new set of plasmatic battery cartridges.

We have progressed!

But, as well, our generations have changed.

Long ago, did we begin studying genetics. We learned a few basic principles. Like this-

The gene pool can only be altered by seperation of genes [one set of creatures being seperated from its species to another geographic location], evolution [the changing of genes through the classic "survival of the fittest"], or genetic mutation.

Genetic mutation can be done two ways. It can be a form of mishap that you are born with. A defect causing either harmful or helpful changes. Or, we humans can alter genes, and make it so that they work to our will...

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Between the years of 2015 and 2025, did the government conduct genetic experiments with orphans. The key point of this experiment was to see if they could genetically alter the way alpha and theta waves are processed in the right hemisphere.

After a few years of secretative observation, the experiment was deemed a failure...

Now, since the first case in 2034, mutated people have been arising. People with strange abilities and mental advantages above others. These people are special...


And they are, as well, contained...

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But then, things got worse. As the number of these special mutated people arose, another group began to rise out of this mixture of mutated humans.

This second group was facing another genetic mutation all there own, occurring through a viral type override within the brain. This second group of people were no longer human by moral standards.
The senses of social structure and compassion were destroyed. More primal senses as aggression and greed seemed to flourish.

Their powers had no drawbacks since they had no regrets.

These are the Sickened...


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"Not again!" Yelled Barker, pointing to the door. He sat like a god in that cedar throne, behind his cedar desk where judgements were sentenced- and in my opinion- these judgements were unfair. I hated Barker, pathetic thing. I wondered how he functioned beyond these four walls where he was a lord of men. I wondered if in reality, he cowered to social demands, nodded aimlessly to every sick demand of every ruling hand. Perhaps...

"Yes... Again. Send the wolf back to her cage, so that the wolf howls, only to be freed and sentenced again and again. What do you want from me Barker?!" I hissed, stretching my limbs only for them snap back in the skin-tight uniform that Barker had me wear in his presence. As if I would kill him in front of only two other people- my officers Brandon and Mark.

"What you cannot offer! The truth! I cannot get it from you-" Barker stood up, leaning over his desk angrily in his black robe of so called authority, "You freak!!" He growled, pointing with a sharp finger to the door.

I nodded with a curtsy- as much of a curtsy that I could manage in the nylon one-piece with latex straps. Latex straps that might as well have been rubberbands for me. Rubbed down with my personal kryptonite- a strange solution of iodine and tiger-lillies.
Mark and Brandon grabbed my elbows and began moving me. I use to resist, eh, but not anymore. I was even graced with handcuffs especially made for the first freak of Area 51.5. Glass and plasmic energy, running a small circuit of iodine and tiger-lily extract. We called that mixture, P1K. Ha- Patient 01 Kryptonite.

With a sigh, did I close my eyes, letting them lead me into the dark Alpha room before moving into the patient hall...

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The hall was long and white, brightly lit. Like a nightmare. A very bright and creative nightmare. A nightmare for the insane.

As we passed, I could see the soon-to-be-filled patient rooms. Brightly lit with a bed and bathroom, glass walls with bars of hollow plasma to conduct other patient vulnerabilities. Passing a good twenty, we reached my room, the last one on this hall. Mine hummed quietly, the energy conducting my P1K into those plasmic bars.

Mark escorted me in, as Brandon went into a closet nearby to bring on a set of jammies. As Mark was given the clothes, he set them on my bed.

"I know Judge Barker has been hard on you, but the incoming Group 1 patients are... leaving him a little uneasy. As it is all of us. Remember when we first brought you in? You screamed all through the night about how you never meant to kill him. Your fiance. And I'm sorry, that a year later you are still being tried for him. But you were so troublesome. Before we found the P1K, you were phasing through walls into Barker's bedroom with your straight-jacket on. You were a little blatant with your methods." Chuckled Mark. With a sigh, he moved his hands to my wrists, unlocking my handcuffs. Letting them hit the floor, it was time for the suit.

Undoing the straps, and peeling away the nylon material, he stripped me nude. It was protocal to make sure I somehow didn't manage to hide weapons and try for another escape.

As he nodded, brushing my hair back, he left, locking my door.

I grabbed my clothes, and clothed myself into the white tank top and white cotton bottoms. Laying down, and staring at the coal writing upon the ceiling.

And I said, that forever would I love you, even in your death... And I gave you, forever, my apologies...
I never meant to hurt you...
... I never meant to be caught ...

A sigh escaped her lips as she stared at the wall, just thinking. She wasn't sure how long she had been in this place--though it hadn't really been that long--or even really what year it was, let alone the day itself. It could be Saturday, or maybe Wednesday, she had no idea. It was like this almost all the time. Natasha could never keep track of the days, the hours, the minutes, not anything that had to do with time. Her mind was always swimming with the past, things she saw, these visions she couldn't control. It wasn't possible to focus on the present for her.

Her power, as I'm sure could be guessed by now, was postcognition. The ability to see into the past. She had yet to figure out how to control this power, however, and couldn't even block out any images she didn't wish to see. Because of all of this, and just being different in general, Natasha had become very introverted and quiet. She supposed that was good in a place like this, though. She had few people to talk to.

While she laid there, her eyes seemed distant, and she was absentmindedly twirling a lock of reddish brown hair around her finger. Touching someone, she had found out, could bring on a vision for her, if the person's emotions or their past memories were strong enough. She was still far from being in control of this power, though, and was utterly alone in trying to figure it out.

Finally, she snapped out of her daze, sitting up and scooting over so that her legs were hanging off the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. "Who am I, really?" It was a thought that had crossed her mind many times, and she never had an answer for it. She never got an answer for it, either. She was unsure of just about everything, and always felt lost. What was her purpose? Why was she here? Why did she have this power? She didn't understand it.

Juliet was being lead into the bright hallway by a strong man name unknown to her. "Let me go you bastard! I swear I didn't do it, it was an accident what more can I say to make that son of a bitch judge belive me, oh yeah just because I have no proof means i'm lieing right?! Yeah of course it does!!" Juliet was screaming right into the face of the man and he wasn't flinching an inch.

She sighed seeing it wasn't doing a lick of good but giving her a sore throught. She was put into her room and unhandcuffed. Rubbing her wrists she looked up at the dude that wouldn't leave "Umm...What do you want a tip? Well here is one, be a little more gentle and maybe you wouldn't get yelled at..." She smirked after her smart remark. The man rolled his eyes and gave her her clothes and walked out locking her door.

Jared was in his office at his desk running through some of the files of the new patiants coming into the facility. He sighed and he rubbed the temples of his head so stressed over everything that needs to get done with no time to do so. Puting the last file in the drawer behind him a tall older woman handed him a bigger file and said "Good luck with this one...She sure is a handfull." Jared rypled "Which one isn't?" and took the file and put it on his desk.

Elsia was humming a tune. What tune? She didn't know. Probably because it was not a tune that anyone had ever officially created. She was just humming. Elsia did this alot to keep herself occupied. A bored Elsia was not a pleasant Elsia, and she took it upon herself to make sure no one suffered for her irrational irritable nature that often resulted from bordom.

Elsia was not exactly bored, just in lack of something to do. She was here voluntarily. Of course, the judge didn't know that, no one but Elsia did. The judge was fully convinced that she had ran into a highschool auditorium and slaughtered 10 of the students. Elsia chuckled at the prospect, as if she'd kill random people! She was given this great way in. Had taken it easily. There really was a group of maniacs that had killed the kids. Only the police never found any evidence. Elsia considered the matter some and went up to a random person on the street, had told that person that she was the one that killed those kids, and that she was glad. She had smiled wryly when that silly man ran in circles to the police station to rat her out.

She was tried, of course. But the judge had been so unfair, even if she had told the truth, she'd probably still be here. Of course, she told the lie she had concocted. Yes sir, I did kill those kids. Yes sir, I had alot of fun. Yes sir, I'd do it every day if there were enough people in the world. Thus is how Elsia ended up in this place.

Elsia wanted to be here. She had never met another freak like herself and thought it'd be an interesting adventure. So far, she hadn't spoken to more than 3 people, and none of them freaks. Elsia was not impatient. She didn't come here in hope of anything, she never did anything in hope of anything. She was in the patient room right now because she willed it so. True, she could not get out so easily now, but she chose to be there. This was what she wanted. What else did she have? Ever had? This was just another quest, just another adventure to her. The world was so bleak, after all, and Elsia needed some excitement, good or bad. Elsia hoped she would get to speak to a freak soon, however. It'd be cool to meet someone who grew up the way I did, she thought.

Still confused Mercury Lithium walked past the cells, handcuffed. Like he could do anything, he was a lot thinner then the man escorting him to his cell. The escort stopped at a door and opened, pushing Mercury inside.
"hey don't push." Mercury protested " I can walk"
The Guard released the handcuffs and stepped out of the room.
The door closed.
Mercury Slumped down on the bed and surveyed his 'room' it was empty, just a bed and him.
"oh well" he said to himself and lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, he didn't wonder why he was here, or where he was. Mercury had been taught not to ask questions and years of living on the streets had taught him not to if he wanted to live. Right now he just wanted to rest and then think about what to do.
He lay on he his bed and continued to stare.

-GM (God mod instructions, or me running the rp so that I can instruct the plot better)-

[For Elsia]

Two guards came down the hall, one being Mark. He had originally come to check on Bethany, but changed his mind.

He had been sitting in the last row within the court room, watching Barker judge one of the newer G1S Patients, and found her to be a lot like Bethany. Only difference is she accepted everything- with an obvious lying to it. But she was pleased. And it was too strange- wrong almost. After watching Beth in this place, how could anyone want to be here?

"You-" Mark said, tapping on the double paned glass of her outer wall facing into the hallway. He moved to her door, knowing she would most likely not rush him for escape- and if she did, Mark was lean enough to handle her as he had Beth. He was not a guard without strength, he was quite forceful, need he be so.

He opened her door, stepping inside and shutting the door.
"Elsia, right? Why... Why did you tell Barker that you were guilty?" He asked solemnly, standing in an 'at ease' military position, learned from his top knotch training necessary for any supreme security Area of government secrecy...


[For Juliet]

Brandon came onward after Mark had. He stopped at the room two doors from Bethany, which was Juliet's. Juliet was surely a rowdy thing, and she was something he would be in charge of. Brandon was a built black man standing 6'4, with muscle mass and army tattoos, having scars and stories a far to our imagination from Iraq.

He turned into the room, opening the room and shutting it quickly.
He folded his arms across his chest and stared at the young woman carefully, observing for violent impetuous emotions that may escape a poker face.

"Get dressed ma'am, time for testing and registration. Your new name, is Patient 03, and your nickname is P3, you will have to earn the right to be called by your real name. So from now on, don't tell me it unless I ask you. And until you earn being called by your name, you will be calling me 'sir'. Understand? Now dress." He nodded carefully to the clothes, and folding his arms tighter over his brick chest.


[For Jared]

Barker let out a long exasperated sigh as he mellodramatically stepped into Jared's office.

"God damn freaks! I swear, they play my nerves purposely, every single one of them. If not a direct order from the President, than I'd have them all killed, painfully. Each of them, I swear they're killers!" He barked out, slamming his fist onto the desk. Then, Barker smiled, letting out a chuckle.
"We'll show 'em. I told Brandon and Mark to tighten up on them. And I'm getting my own personal troop of top knotch soldiers to be guards here now. Anyways- here is the case document for P2, P3, and P4. So hop to it Doctor!" He laughed almost stuporly, moving to the door.

As he stepped out, he took off the black robe to show a nice button-up white dress shirt over a fit chest, and jeans. With a widening grin, he took his top-hat from the rack as he stepped through the final chamber, punching in his number, and leaving. Crawling into his black Range Rover, he grinned even more. Looking into the mirror, the reflection was of a curly blond-haired man with rich blue eyes and a wicked expression...



-Bethany Fennel-

I had drifted into sleep, finding some way to see the moment of my death in my head. And by death, I meant the event that led to my capture...

"Jon?" I called out for my lover, seeing him in his beautiful tux under the flickering street light. He was staring down, causing small tendrils of his shaggy black hair to fall in his eyes. But he was... smiling. A wicked smile. A sick smile.

He raced forward, lunging to attack. But at once, I closed my eyes and he passed through me, stumbling to the ground. My eyes opened, seeing immediately the man that was now in the street light's glow. A tall man in a nice dressy tux with curly blond hair frothing out along his neck and ears from underneath his top hat.

"Good day m'lady." He chuckled darkly, looking up at me with blue eyes of sickness. I had an instant gut feeling that he was a dog of men... Or a dog of... of...

Jon lurched back, striking me in the back. Instead of falling, I lunged forward to get away, towards the road. Stepping in a twisting motion, I snapped my black high heel. Stumbling, I had no chance. Jon held his switchblade and lurched forward once more. Closing my eyes, he fell through me and into the road.

Then I heard clapping.

"Well done Bethany!" Cheered the blond man, walking into the darkness.

"Beth!" I heard the scream. I turned sharply to see Jon, standing up in the street, only for a few seconds before the headlights of a bus engulfed him, and-

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"Dammit!" I lunged upwards off the bed, soaked in sweat. I watched as the sheets sank through my figure to rest atop the bed. I moved up, standing, and popping my neck.

I dried my eyes of the dream's twisted tears. How I hated having that dream every day. Knowing the truth which could only be believed by me.

Finding a rubber band stashed under my mattress, I tied up my hair and decided to go snooping. It would, at the least, take my mind off of things. And I knew that one corner wall of my room had a break in the circuitry, and the plasma catridge was down.

Touching the wall, my hand phased through. Then, so did the rest of my body...

I walked into another patient's room from the wall. Ah, this would be Patient 02 for being next to my cell.
A young man, with brown hair. In an odd way he reminded me of Jonathon, when I met him in high school. This summoned a small laugh from me.

"Well, familiarity must be my insanity. Welcome to the Facility young man." I said, holding out a hand.

"Why are you special?"

Natasha was used to being ignored in this place, used to being alone. She had been alone for some time now, and it was just something she didn't seem to mind anymore. She was shy anyway, and wouldn't know what to say to someone. Her crime was a bit different from the others', but a crime nonetheless.

Her power was to blame, mostly. She hadn't meant to kill him, her friend. One of her only friends, and one of her best. A vision had come to her, a very unpleasant one, and it had upset her a great deal. She had run off, too distraught to stay with him, but he had chased after her. All he wanted to do was find out what was wrong and comfort her, but as he tried to keep his hands on her shoulders to stop her from running, she thrashed around.

Next thing she knew, she had knocked him into a stand on the sidewalk. A bunch of things fell, and all she remembers was staring wide-eyed as he was impaled by many thing, and as his blood splattered all over her. At her trial here, she hadn't resisted to being put in this place. She felt that she deserved to be here after what she did, whether it was an accident or not. So she had resisted nothing. She didn't seem happy to be here, but she was here for a reason. The visions of her friend's death are the events that haunt her the most, especially with her power. She relives it all quite often, every image, sound, smell...everything.

Elsia was deep into a thinking state when the guard entered her room, so there was a bit of a lag between him speaking and her looking up to see who it was. There was something familiar about the man and Elsia wracked her mind trying to remember. It did not take her too long to remember. While Elsia was being tried, she had seen the guard watching, Elsia was very observative sometimes, though she had not noticed the man until half way through the trial. This was something she was cursing now. The judge was stupid. So she didn't have to disguise her amusement, the judge would just as easily put a fool away as he would a psycho. Since she had seen only silly fools watching, Elsia decided to be relaxed and have fun with the trial. When Elsia saw the guard at the trial, she nearly choked on what could have been a mistake. The guard seemed to have some measure of intelligence. She thought he may have realized her lie, and was hoping he wouldn't speak up about it. He didn't, and she had forgot about him. Until now. Judging by his question, Elsia assumed she was correct in thinking he knew she had lied. Elsia was cursing her mistake.

How to respond? I could tell him the truth, but then he might ruin all my fun. I can tell him my reason, but I don't really have one, not one that would justify wanting to be here exactly... Or I can play the game till I get bored. Eh, whatever. These were thoughts that ran through Elsia's mind in fractions of a second. She had to think fast, a large delay between his question and her answer would totally give away the fact she lied, and that would be an ammateur mistake, even if he already knew. Elsia was not an ammateur. Conspiring was her art. So was psychology.

So Elsia answered, "I dare say, they told me to claim a stance : guilty or not guilty. They never said I had to defend myself if I took a guilty stance. Court systems must have changed alot. I told that piece of corruption that I was guilty. After al, if I had told him I was not guilty, would he not have put me here anyway?" Elsia was in good humor, as this was the first amusing thing all day. She waited for the mans response.

All that , And I FORGOT YOU?! what is wrong with me Leila?]]]


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[For Leila]

Time had passed, and the night was oncoming. She would surely see the normal Brandon and Mark passing outside her cell, tending to the other patients. But not her. She was quiet, or in other words- behaving. It was almost as if the cell was still empty.

Barker had come back inside, tipping his tophat downward.

"Forgot somethin'." He said, with a grin at Jared. Now, he appeared with brown hair, and his usual self again.

Barker stepped down the halls and into the patient unit.
Seeing where a young woman sat, he stopped. Opening the door, he stepped inside and shut it. It was Natasha's room. She had recently undergone her first trial. And she was oddly like another. But she had a secret to her almost, and it sparker Barker's sense of curiosity.

He tapped the keypad several times, until the glass dimmed down so that nothing could be seen from outside the cell. It was just Natasha and Barker. But not for long.


Taking off his tophat, Barker's eyes glistened a blue, as his hair grew a little, turning blond. His skin grew a little tanner, and his body reconstructed to be more muscled, and for his face to have more angles.

"Good afternoon Natasha." Parker said with a grin, stepping forward and tossing the tophat to the side.

[I'll let you have a more actiony partake since I was stupid enough to forget your character in my long ass post lol]

((Heh, don't worry about it. I've done things like that, myself. And I appretiate the action bit. ^^))

Natasha looked up when she heard someone coming into the room, a little bit surprised. The glass dimmed, and she knew they could no longer be seen from the outside. But that wasn't the most nerve-racking part of it. She saw him changing, a power she had yet to see or even really consider. Not to mention, he called her by her real name, and yet she didn't remember ever seeing him before.

"U-Um...y-yes...good afternoon." She hated that stutter she tended to get, but it came with her shyness, and just because of the situation in general. There was something about him, something unsettling. He was a 'freak' like her, and yet he had walked in here, so he obviously wasn't a patient--or inmate, however you wished to look at it. "C-Can I help you?"

((I didn't have time to read through all of this; I'm just introducing my character. Can someone PM me and tell me what the surroundings of the Facility are? Pretty, ugly, what? :EDIT: Never mind that last comment.))

Dr. Asriel Donald Wagoner sat in his office, the door securely locked. The room was spacious, although what space there was now was filled with file cabinets and bookcases, exhibiting tomes on psychology, criminology, and a few on philosophy and Newton's physics. The two windows overlooking the snowy white landscape outside were actually one way mirrors, lead-lined, and bulletproof, although they let the sunlight in.

Asriel's computer was booted up in front of him. On the screen was an email from the President. (Of the United States, no less)

How is the Facility? I need a status report, asap.

Asriel shut down the computer and slumped forwards on his desk. Why was he here? Of course--five years ago, he had been personally asked to direct this facility, to oversee the containment and conditioning--he had scoffed at the word--of each of the specimens (people, of course) that the Government had found to be mutated with extra-ordinary abilities and powers.

Asriel had been asked to oversee this project, in anticipation of a large-scale chaos brought about by the Sickened, those the Government needed to be kept a deep, dark secret. What now? The President wanted a status report. Oh, my gosh. Those government schmucks never knew when to stop, did they? He would laugh if it wasn't so funny.

OOC: I'm Guessing. Bethany is addressing Mercury if not tell me. No offensive to Americans here.
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Mercury snapped out his trance-inducing mind set, and turned his head sideways to look at the door. Strangely there was no one there, he sat up and flip his head around, noticing the striking young woman standing there. he swivelled his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, brushing the hair over one eye behind his ear. Then taking The woman's hand and shaking it by instinct.
After he had released her he started to speak, then paused. A pained look on his face. He began to break out coughing and doubled up, dropping back onto the bed arms grasping his abdomen. finally the coughing subsided and he managed to speak.
"How should I now how I'm special" he wheezed "All I know is as soon as I set foot in America the stuck me in here. Call it a free country, huh"
he stuck his hand out, fingers spread like a stop signal .
"I'm all right. don't come closer" he commanded "it'll get worse. just back away slightly."

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[Elsia]

Mark stepped closer, moving to sit at the very edge of the bed, as if not even sitting upon it at all. He rested his hands upon his lap, staring up at her curiously.

"You are interesting. I think you'd like to meet my friend Bethany. She's the first patient here. And she's been here for a little over a year now." He said softly, a baritone voice somewhat soft and gentle, caressing to the air that it was heard through.

Mark's eyes fell over Elsia, carefully, looking back to her eyes.
"You haven't been registered yet... What can you do? I mean... that other people can't?"




[Natasha]

Parker smiled darkly, standing up before he leaned against the wall opposite of her.
"It's actually rolling onward into night. Terrible things- Alaskan nights. Did you know that? We're in Alaska. It's beautiful, like you, if you can take the cold that comes with it. I'm sure you'd know the feeling though. You are gorgeous, what is the ice that comes with you?" Parker smirked, stepping closer.

"First, let me tell you something about me. My name is of no importance. You may call me God. And I am the ice that portrays beauty." Parker grinned more, leaning closer to her. His body began to change again, quickly, his features changing to make him look like someone else.
Looking like the man she killed; her friend.

"Who am I know?" He said in her friend's voice. His eyes were not his own, but that man's, peering into Natasha's.
"I was there Natasha... And my reason for being here... Was to tell you this: Well done." He grinned, turning back into his default appearence, as Parker Nater.

"Now, tell me your power. I know it, for I have mimicked you too, but tell me of it, for it interests ne so..."



[Dr. Asriel]

The President twisted in his chair, reading over another fresh report. The Sickened had attacked again, and were uncatchable. It seemed as if they all had some system to act upon, letting their acts become twined- leading them to be uncaught yet again.

He signed off the report as Confidential, and opened his laptop to contact Dr. Asriel once more. Creating a blank message, he began a top secret e-mail for Asriel...

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Dr. Asriel,
It seems of the utmost importance that I keep you updated. Another G1S that has not been successfully directed to the Facility, has caught, or single-handedly, retrieved this virus, having the brain reconfigured. At once, it created a significant front of attacks on the coast, along with two other Sickened of which we do not know of. It had the same death rate as Hurricane Katrina, and right now we are pinning this on natural disaster.

Send me a report ASAP of shared weaknesses of patients, and as well, the compatibility of these patients for this certain viral, or internal, malfunction. And once completed with this, intiate training. Highly ranked soldiers are on their way for both protection services and training...

~President Cooper Hammond~


-Bethany Fennel-

I stared at this one with a strange smile.

"I've only met one other, like me. And he was a killer of the purest and darkest sort. Is your power affiliated with emotions, or the minds of others? Or do you have initial problems with auric presence altogether?" I said curiously. I did though, comply with his polite demand.

I backed away to the opposing wall and leaned into the corner, smiling. Besides Mark and Brandon, I'd been quite lonely.
I pushed my hair back, feeling the silky texture of my hair and relaxing at its feel.

"My name is Bethany Fennel, and I am the first patient, having been here some odd year or two now. I've lost count of these days. Perhaps it would be nice if you stay. I won't be so lonely anymore. And I can guide you and your power without that damn Theta testing." I nodded gently...

Natasha felt very uncomfortable around this man, and was unsure what she should think. As he stepped closer, she got an even more unsettling feeling in her stomach. His words were as odd as he himself was, and somehow being called beautiful didn't make her feel good as it usually would have.

But then she saw him change again, and his new form shocked her. Her pale blue eyes widened, and she could hardly stand to look at him. But she was frozen, unable to look away, and not able to speak either. It didn't seem to matter, though, as he soon spoke again himself, asking her of her powers.

At first, Natasha just gulped and shook her head a little, not able to find her voice. As shy as she was, it was just making it even harder to answer, or speak at all. "I-I..." She stammered, and then managed to find her voice at least a bit more. "I can...I can see things..." She mumbled, nervously pulling the sleeves of her shirt down over her hands and now staring at the floor, no longer looking at him. "I can see the past..."

Elsia raised an eyebrow in approval. The guard didn't push the question, that was interesting. This confirmed her thought that he was actually intelligent. The thought of meeting Bethany, who was a freak like herself, appealed very much to Elsia. After all, that's part of why she came here in the first place. She had no idea things would progress so quickly, Elsia was used to extremely subtle time conspiracies, built around time itself, brick by brick. Elsia smiled crookedly, this would be a fast-paced adventure, she wouldn't have to dig for amusement.

"I can project my spirit out of my body. It works easiest right at the border between consciousness and being unconscious. Like, if I wanted, I could be across the room, across the Earth. But only in spirit form. If I wanted to eat or anything of the sort, I'd have to come back to my physical body. I can also travel through dreams at will. Quite amusing, actually." Elsia said, answering his last question first, it was a habit she got into, answering the last question first.

"You refer to Bethany as your friend, not a freak. If you think we are human, I'm curious to know why you work here?" Elsia asked out of curiosity. "I'd love to meet Bethany, what power does she have?" Elsia hoped Bethany couldn't read minds, that was always her worst fear, meeting someone who could read minds. "Oh, and my name's Elsia, what's yours? Calling people 'dude' and 'hey you' gets boring after awhile."

Mercury, straightened up as Bethany backed off his voice becoming clearer. he seemed to give in
"all right, if I have a power like you and these people think I do, I think it has something to do with emotions and pain." he sighed and an uneasy silence "now that you put it that way it gets clearer. i understand that things happen to me, strange things that only happen to me. I remember that i was in active duty a while back, can't remember where or when. and we got ambushed, my friend was shot. when i say shot i mean" Mercury pause, a pained expression on his face he nearly got torn in half by a mounted machine gun. and as he was there dying, i just doubled up and started coughing blood, it was like his pain was transferred to me so i was the one who felt it and i was the one who was dying. I went comatose after that and didn't know what happened. so maybe that is what you mean by power" There was more silence then Mercuy jumped back to normal, it was a skill he had learned, don't dwell on deaths, don't dwell on negative emotions.
"so what is Theta Testing?"

***

Maria sat in the back of a hard metal van, strait jacketed. she surveyed her surrounding then gave up. and instead gazed hard at he door, waiting for it to give up. Slowly she felt the truck slow to a halt and the latch on the door was opened. Maria stood up and stepped out of the truck and into the view of half a dozen guards. she heard several intakes of breath, she smiled to herself, she had experienced that before, not many people have seen someone with wings like hers or wings on a person at all. Her fine large wings were more then double her body size on each side, and she was quite proud of their raven black colouration, just like her hair. they sat graceful folded behind her elongated back, extending from her shoulder blade, which sat above her arms, as such she had weird proportions, but the allowed her to fly like a hawk and look just as graceful. with out more ado she was pushed through a door and down a corridor, eventually she was found a cell and was shoved in still strait jacked. she looked around her room, seeing a small air vent in a corner that was too small to be noticed by a normal human, but Maria wasn't a normal human being, she was a bit too... hawk like.

Dr. Asriel Wagoner didn't know what he would say to the President. Two more Sickened? He would have to interview each of the inmates at the Facility. And each of the staff members. In the next twenty-four hours. Plus, President Hammond was sending more of those military schmucks. Just what he didn't need. Asriel sighed and began to massage his temples. He could already feel the migraine coming on.

Asriel began jotting notes down in his little book.

Jared Cash
Bethany Fennel
Mercury Litium
Elsia Marankah
Juliet Mascerade
Maria Volden
Natasha Winters

He would see each of the inmates, at some point later today. Asriel looked up, stood, stretched, and walked out of his office. On his way out, he shut off the lights, locked the door, and strode down the hall, notepad and pen in hand.

Jared Cash would be first.

[Elsia]

Mark felt relieved that she were so conversational and not shut off like Beth had been. Plus beth had been violent and that was a big thing that Mark had to deal with. Back then, he would wrangle Bethany down only for her to phase through him and run back into the icy snow.

He had a hard time with her.

"My name is Mark. And as well, I became a guard at first because I wanted a high paying job. And I wanted to know what the government was up to. Then, when I got here, I noticed how amazingly close to human you guys are. And someone has to be nice, to show compassion, for you all. It sure isn't going to be Collen, or Judge Barker, and it probably won't be one of the doctors... So.." Mark moved closer, sitting beside her. "What is your name?"



[Natasha]

Parker leered closer with a chuckle.

"How interesting, to see the past. I always heard, from others like you and I, that the past was meant to be forgotten. But no, you hold a special gift, Natasha." How had he come up with her name? Would he be one to tell her that he had seen her before? Would he tell her that before she came here, he watched her like a stalker, studying her behavior, before coming here with Bethany?

"Tell me something, dear..." He moved infathomably close, placing his hands at her shoulders. Stepping forward with his virile and tall body, he smiled, lowering his face to hers.

"What darkness do you see in these wicked eyes of mine?"





[Maria]

A young guard had been assigned to follow her in. One of the fresh guards of the second squandrant to come in to the Facility. His name was Joshua, and he had only been told that the freaks were dangerous. And this winged woman sparked both his fears, and his curiosity.

"Excuse me, number 05?" He said softly, stepping inside with his jaunty frame. He was thinner than the other guards, but toned all the same. He held in his hands two long black straps and two thin metal clips.

"For your own safety, I need to clip your wings... I won't cut them, or hurt you... I'll be careful. Just, let me do this so that I won't get in trouble. Can I come near you?" He asked softly, approaching in steady, gently strides.



-Bethany Fennel-

I stared at him curiously. How interesting, he who feels all pain. Before approaching, I made sure that my mind was clear of pain, and that my body felt no ache, lest it be subtle.

"Well I can move through walls, or people, and things can move through me. Now, onward to the point. Theta training. . . " I moved closer with my hands up to show no meaning of harm or pain.

Coming to his bed, I rested myself to sit beside him. There, I relaxed, staring at him with a better sense of observation.

"Theta Training is where the Facility sees how far your powers can go, and under what circumstances can you keep them up. As soon as that is over, you enter the Beta Test, which is where they disect into the back of your neck and into your cerebellum to find your weaknesses."

I coughed a bit, just because of the no longer present smell of P1K.

"Theta Training for you in particular, will be testing to see how much pain you can take from others, and how many people you can absorb such from. It will not be good, so instead I'd like to do such for you. To keep you out of the Doctor's hands. He is nice, but his test are not. Perhaps if you show good power control, then you won't be forced there."

Now I turned to face him a little more, brushing the hair away from my greenish eyes.

"Normally you are here because you are like me. But you are here, because you are my comrade. Welcome to the Army of Freaks."

Elsia listened to all Mark had to say, and could tell that he was being sincere. Elsia could fully understand wanting to know what the government was up to. After all, she was here on purpose, wasn't she? Elsia remembered finding out about this place from an article the Red Malfunction had written. The Red Malfunction was one of those groups that researched UFO's and crop circles and conspiracies. Yes, Elsia fully understood why one would want to know what in the world the government was doing.

"My name is Elsia." She said, "Elsia Marankah."

[Dr. Asriel] (By the way, Jared is a G1S but as well a doctor, I have a plan for how this came to be so I know it sounds strange)

The hall was brightly lit as he strolled downward towards Jared's office. The sound of his footsteps was loud against the hard white floor.

To get to Jared's room, he had to make a right turn at the end of the patient unit. Jared wasn't in his cell just yet. But getting there wouldn't be so easy.

The lights began to flicker slowly, going out at both ends of the hall, leaving the brightest and most abundant light at the hall's center around Asriel.

A shadow flew down past him, sliding like a floating body bag to the darkness. The walls began to have scratch marks upon them, as if a good twenty invisible hands were clawing to be free. Around them, came the most horrid screeching sound, followed by a laugh.

Another light at the hall's end flickered out. At the edge of the darkness, you could see the bulky figure of floating darkness. It was rolling its head, back and forth, endlessly fidgeting.

"As-riel." Said a feminine voice almost from every angle. The lights at the beginning of the hall flickered out. Soon, with this light loss repeating on the other end, Asriel was left in the spotlight of the last lit light.

"That's who you are, isn't it?" Said that same voice, a woman standing behind him. Her lips were close to his ear, as her arm extended over his shoulder to point to the darkness.

"Humans are so weak. You know this. Did you know this- that children fear the darkness because the absence of light leaves nothing to construct, thus their imaginations- so wild and untame- begin placing the unreal inside darkness?"

She pressed her other hand on his shoulder as she stared out at the floating black body figure that lay on the edge of the darkness, preparing to emerge.

"So, then, as adults, we teach ourselves reason. Once accomplishing this reason, we feel like we won't be afraid. But here's something new-"

The floating darkness began to emerge, a woman's body trapped inside a black body bag, floating a good foot off the floor.

"You know better than anyone, that almost anything is possible. Thus your knowledge and imagination work as one. Now, tell me what you see in the darkness."

As the lights flickered, the body bag began to unzip, unveiling a body appearing like an animated cadavar.
Bethany Fennel.

The floating body of Bethany raised her two hands, both holding needles and seringes, filled with blood.

"Lights out." Melony chuckled, snapping her fingers and ensuing darkness.

(you aren't going to die, and you cannot touch the dead body or whatnot, she is an illusionist of sorts)