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Katherine Delirium

"Sometimes seeing isn't believing

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a character in “The Human Puzzle”, as played by Haas33

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{"Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.”}
-Emile Cioran
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|{Full Name}|
Katherine Delirium
(She coined the name herself)

|{Nickname}|
She mostly only goes by Delerium, but some also call her Katie or Kathy

|{Age}|
20

|{Sexuality}|
Bisexual, but she doesn't really tell anyone

|{Role}|
Rebellious female

|{Ability}|
She has the power to create hallucinations, both bad and good. She can make images appear completely realistic to one person. She can create these illusions for a very long period of time, possible even an entire day without stopping. She can also make people feel things without physically damaging them. However, this takes a lot more concentration and can cause Delirium to pass out of have intense headaches if she uses it for too long. She can make it feel like you are getting stabbed over and over again, or make it feel like you are having sex. The intensity of the feeling coupled with who long she makes it happen determines how quickly she tires out. Often times she can't go more than thirty minutes of that no matter what she is doing. Delirium can not use her power if she can not see or touch the person. This means her range extends for as far as she can see. She can not use her power if she is in severe pain. Her self-induced headaches often times impair her from making her illusions. This could also imply some things. She could create the illusion that she isn't there, but this would only work on one person at a time. Generally, her power isn't good for large groups of people

|{Containment}|
The scientists normally had her skin completely covered or at least have her hands have gloves on them. She was also normally blindfolded if she was being moves. Scientists were extra careful around her because she was known for her escape attempts. She was kept in a windowless room so she could not disturb the others. She lived a very solitary life compared to some.

|{Partner}|
Rebellious Male (Name)




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{"All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then success is sure.”}
-Mark Twain
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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
Tends to braid or play with her hair
Makes harmless illusions for normal people to see if they notice
She blushes easily
She tends to stare at people for no reason
She sometimes creates illusions for herself

|{Likes}|
-strawberries
-sleeping
-reading
-being alone
-laughing

|{Dislikes}|
-Sam
-Scientists
-The color white
-blindfolds
-Showing weakness

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
Packs a good punch and a wicked kick in a fight
Well trained in hand to hand combat and is fairly decent
Sturdy woman, not easily pushed around
She is very creative which helps with her illusions
She has mastered making illusions and fighting at the same time

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
Tires easily when using hallucinations
Must see or touch her target
Useless in large groups
Without her illusions she is much less dangerous
Too arrogant and rash for her own good.

|{Hobbies}|
-SInging
-Writing
-Drawing
-Making illusions
-Does sleeping count?

|{Fears}|
øClaustrophobicø
øNeedles terrify herø
øGoing blindø

|{Secrets}|
Sometimes she gets carried away with her illusions. Creating them is like a drug to her, sometimes once she starts she can't stop until she's worn out
She can't actually physically hurt someone, but sometimes her mental damage to someone can drive them insane
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{"Personality has power to uplift, power to depress, power to curse, and power to bless.”}
-Paul Harris



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|{Personality}|

Delirium is not your average lady. In fact, most people wouldn't even call her a lady. She considers herself to be a, quote "badass bitch." To some extent, she is. Being held in the Genetic Modifications Facility did break her in some aspects, but it also made her stronger, tougher. Like a callous formed over her personality, making her tougher and more resilient to pressure. Delirium is a bit too feisty for her own good. She has always been dead set on escaping the Facility, losing some of her morals and being known for driving Scientists, guards, and even other Anomalies insane. When she wants something, there are few things that can hinder her determination.

Delirium is cocky and arrogant, and exceptionally rebellious. She and her partner have made everyone's lives a living hell. And Delirium still isn't backing down. She knows Sam is up to something, but Delirium is intent on still escaping his grasp. She is independent and wild, often coming up with crazy and stupid ideas that are severely self-sacrificing. She is a generally angry person who on occasion takes pleasure in watching bad people suffer.

However, beneath that hard outer coating is someone a bit more sensitive. She is a loyal friend who would take a bullet for someone. She's actually a bit of a softy, loving animals and children. She is battling her own doubts on the inside, frantically trying to plug the panic that wells up inside her. She fears she will never get out. She fears her life was all just a pain that would end in pain. Sometimes she feels awful, depressed, and anxious. But she bottles that all up inside, and puts on a brave smile on the outside. She can be nice to people she trusts, but this can be hard considering she has severe trust issues.

Katherine is the type of person to speak what's on her mind even if what is on her mind isn't too terribly uplifting. She is a negative person with high aspirations. She wants to escape and wants to save the day, but often times her negative outlook hinders her. Although she is spontaneous and outgoing, she is also reserved and not really the sharing type. She tends to look down on the others simply because she doesn't believe they have even tried to escape. However, she will not give into fear or doubts. When she gets an idea in her head the only thing that can hold her back is something getting in her way.

Delirium isn't just self-sacrificing and resilient, she is also kind and understanding. Even though she tends to go her own way and do her own thing, she also takes time to consider how her actions affect others. She is the merciful type on those who deserve it. But on those who have hurt her, she holds nothing back and can be ruthless and scary. Sometimes the illusions take over her and she gets carried away

|{Thoughts on Others}|

Pair One: Delirium doesn't have much nice to say about the Dark Ones. She is generally leery of them because she is aware of their powers, but tries not to show her fear. She is bitter and angry towards Ember because of a certain incident. She realizes that they are the Facility's puppets, but she understands them a bit more than the other pair because they have accepted their fate to save each other from death. They are compliant because they are helping each other, not because they are helping themselves.

Pair Two: Delirium is furious with compliant ones. They don't even try to escape. They've accepted their fate and Delirium thoroughly dislikes how they are defeated. She also fears that they will be ruthless towards her because they will only do what they can to save themselves.





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|{Appearance}|
Delirium has bright red hair and a crooked smile. She has piercingly green eyes and a stare that could scare you witless. She has a somewhat rounded face and small nose. She looks almost young in the face. She is an average looking woman, not drop dead gorgeous, but certainly good-looking. She is fairly curvy and likes to flaunt what she's got.

|{Defining Features}|
She has multiple scars all over her body. One of the most obvious scar is one that runs from her left eyebrow down to just above the left side of her face. It barely missed her eye.

|{Height/Weight}|
5'6" / 130 lbs

|{Build}|
SHe has a sturdy muscular build. She doesn't look like the type of girl you can break easily. This don't mean she's fat or manly looking. She's just a bit more intimidating, with her curves and her muscles.




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{"Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.”}
-John F. Kennedy
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|{History}|

Delirium was very unceremoniously ripped from her home at age three. She barely remembers her life before the facility, only a vague image of her father and mother. That may be why she is so determined to escape, because she knows she has a family worried about her. Upon arriving at the facility they did countless experiments on her and altered several things with her brain. She's lucky she survived. But she did, and now she's pissed as hell.

Delirium grew up in the Facility plotting escape from day one. Her and her partner suffered more than any others, but also made more people suffer than any others. Delirium figured if she were to grow up in hell, she shouldn't go down without a fight. Every time she was hurt or forced to do something, it only made her angrier and more resilient. They might have broken her physically at times, but her mentality stayed the same- nobody was getting off easy. However, years later and after several failed escape attempts, her future is really starting to seem bleak.

Delirium grew up somewhat in solitary, but she was next to her partner (which may not have been a smart idea). They became partners in crime instantly, and hopefully will still be during whatever scheme Sam has cooking. Delirium's life in the facility wasn't pretty. At times she wished she were dead, and other times she was barely an inch away from it. Her escape attempts bought her several punishments that still burn in the back of her mind. One of her best accomplishments was making one guard believe the other guard was her, and once he had started to attack the other guard, she'd move to another guard. This eventually led to mass confusion and a few seriously injured guards. Nearly twenty were involved and she was so close to escaping when a new guard showed up and caught her unaware. SHe was punished severely for causing so many injuries and so much confusion.




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|{Miscellaneous}
Her eyes turn red when she uses her power, but the person seeing the illusions does not see this, but everyone else does.

|{Face Claim}
Emma Stone

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So begins...

Katherine Delirium's Story

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By the time Damion finally realized what was happening it was far to late, as he was already lunging toward Whispers and his blade. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, blood oozing from the wound. The pain, and the shock of the blade caused him to drop the precious device, hitting the floor with a thud. He forced himself not to scream. In fact he tried not to show any reaction to the blade currently stuck in his shoulder, with only a mild look of discomfort resting on his face. Despite the injury Damion was exactly where he wanted to be. Soon skin would meet skin, his poison would dance through the blood of his target, and begin its work. So he put the pain to the back of his mind, focusing only on the consequences that would befall his precious Ember should he fail here. Damion steeled himself, everything around him disappeared. He focused only on the prey before him. As far as Damion was concerned Whispers' was nothing more than another disobedient anomaly, which Damion was once again charged with the task of teaching the disobedient one a lesson.

He reached out towards Whispers, his hands taking positions on the irritating mans bare neck, the small amount of acid on his hands doing little else but bringing a slight sting to his target. "You really are stupid."His face was even as he spoke though he took efforts to sound as menacing as possible. Back in the facility, Damion always tried to strike as much fear into his victims, fear always guaranteed the best results after all. "Do you feel tired yet? Light headed, nauseous even? Maybe you feel like you're about to pass out? If not you'll start feeling the effects of my toxin very soon I promise." Damion kept his eyes on Whispers, the man was a fighter and Damion doubted that he wouldn't struggle.

"I wouldn't even bother fighting if I were you. Really you would just make it harder on the both of us. Let me just do what I need to do, and I promise I'll take it off immediately after. I'll even destroy the damn thing for you. Believe me I just want this done, and over with." Damion hadn't decided if he was lying or not. He hated Whispers that was certain, but he was so weary of all this fighting, and violence. He had never wanted to hurt anyone, though he's never really had much of a choice in the matter. Of course than again Whispers hated Damion, and Ember even more so. In fact most of the anger the rebels had was directed towards Ember. They've already provoked her, and caused her a great deal of stress in their brief time her, leaving Damion himself alone. If Damion could shift both their anger and their actions to himself he would gladly do so. Keeping this in mind Damion concentrated on producing some more of his acid. Though he was careful not to produce a large amount, and he made sure it wasn't strong enough to cause any real damage.

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Ember was on the verge of collapsing on the floor as the noise only increased. The next few seconds came far too quickly. Lydia had rushed to her brothers side to heal him and then Delirium made a re-appearance. Her head was wrapped in many pieces of linen to protect herself from Whispers verbal tirade. Ember hated her in that moment as she was by far in the best position for now. This quickly changed as she leant over Rezia and gave him some material to protect him. Ember only pressed her hands harder over her ears, her skull throbbing continuously.

Delirium then proceeded to pick up Lydia. At first Ember's first assumption was that she was going to harm her in some way, but instead the auburn haired girl began to carry Lydia to safety. Far more shocking was Lydia's reaction. In a flash the syringe was out as the girl half sobbing made a valiant attempt at getting the needle into Delirium's neck. Movement in the corner of her eye drew Ember's attention to Rezia who rushed to his sister.

Immediately she ignored the group, they could scuffle and fight to their hearts content, she was far more concerned about Damion. Despite her admittedly pathetic threat, Whispers seemed entirely content to keep stringing out his strange words. To make matters far worse he pulled out a knife. Unheard, Ember made a strangled choking sound as it was revealed. He had a knife. Sam gave him a knife! Her eyes melted into their light grey as through the pain she stared at him in fear. Of all the people to have a weapon, Whispers was the one she deemed the least appropriate. Her fear for Damion was quickly escalating and now she certainly did not have the capabilities to carry out her threat upon Whispers.

In mere seconds she watched horrified as Damion lunged at Whispers too late to avoid the blade. Dimly she realised she had screamed out his name as she rushed to his side. The muzzle had dropped to the floor and there was blood starting to pool around the wound. Despite the lack of facial expression Ember could see the pain etched in his eyes and the way his facial muscles had tensed. Red hot fury flowed through her and she turned her murderous gaze to Whispers, her eyes alight with red fire as Damion clamped his hands on the man's shoulders. She had never felt such strong hatred against anyone but Sam. Damion had been through far too much and to see him in any sort of pain sent her into an all-consuming rage.

As Damion began to in effect torture the rebel, Ember watched on ready to step in if needed with the knife still clasped tightly in her hand. Despite her own urge to harm Whispers, Damion's words sent pangs of regret into her. Two years ago he never would have made any situation more painful for another than it needed to be. Yet now he spoke the language of intimidation with ease. Her own change had been gradual but it was far too easy to see the effect two years under the command to Sam had changed Damion. He had been the gentle boy next door the last time she had seen him…and now, just like her, he had become a hardened killer.

Rather than deal with the painful memories of their past, Ember focused on the pain and nausea while attempting to prepare herself to assist her partner if need be. The terror of Whispers harming Damion further had not subsided, the man still had a grip on the knife and at any second she realised she may watch it become wrenched from Damion's shoulder.

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Stephen Winters | The Rebel | Neural Disruption | #F70D1A

Whispers had anticipated three things in the moment that Damion leaped forward: he would get stabbed, he would (to some extent) be hindered, and he would try to kill him. It was natural for a Dark One to do that sort of thing and as Sam wrote in the letter, they were no longer indispensable. For them, this would be revenge for all the years that the Rebels remained thorns in the facility's side as well as whatever personal grudge Damion had against the red-haired anomaly (although he was sure that Ember would have rather had the pleasure of silencing him).

Still that didn't stop Whispers's survival instinct from kicking in. As Damion grabbed his neck, Whispers twisted the knife deeper into the other man's shoulder as if to spite the awful executioner. He didn't answer the accusations of nausea or lightheadedness, rather he couldn't because that part of his brain devoted was loaded with adrenaline. If he deviated even a little from his goal he would collapse and that would be the end of everything. Either he would beat out Damion or Damion would kill him.

He supposed that was why his sister considered him so binary. She called him simple, which wasn't to say that he didn't have the capacity for deeper thought but that he never broke out of the idea that the world was a series of dualities. He couldn't see a third option outside of what was happening now. The little details like a blur of red in the background, dulled voices, and Ember's positioning got lost under the haze of his frenzied mind and poison pumping into his body. There were too many feelings reverberating in his system: nausea, fatigue, pain, perhaps regret? He hated being here. He hated being here. He hated that even with Katherine in his life, he felt hollow.

His pitch lowered and his words jumbled until all he could do his grip Damion's shoulder to stand (his neck was very obviously out of the question). The offer to immediately remove the mask felt like a complete lie, but how much longer could he hold out before he actually died? If he died he would be leaving Katherine to deal with the other four alone and the sacrifice would be for nothing.

"There's no such thing as 'no options'" right Sarah? he thought as he shut his mouth.

His throat was raspy now and would likely stay that way until he rested, but that wouldn't matter as he conceded defeat.

"Give me the key," he coughed, "and I'll believe you."

Hopefully Damion would comply as the resolution was looking dim.

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Carrying Lydia was more of a struggle than Delirium had anticipated. Stephen's voice was preventing her from dashing towards the door to Lydia and Rezia's room. Delirium glanced down at the figure in her arms to notice that she was crying. Delrium panicked, thinking maybe Lydia was hurt and Delirium was only making matters worse. Turning back towards the door, she picked up her pace, then stopped short, dumbstruck as pain bloomed in her neck. Delirium yelped in pain, twisting blindly to see what had happened. It almost felt like a bee had stung her. A slow fiery burn was spreading on her neck. And there, protruding from her neck was a needle, in the hand of Lydia.

"What the hell!?" Delirium shouted, practically throwing Lydia off of her. She felt a twang of regret as the girl tumbled out of her arms, but that twang went away as the injection site was now burning like fire. Delirium stooped to pick up the needle, almost as if this was the key to understanding what had just happened. Her neck was on fire, like thousands of small needles were stabbing into her skin. Delirium didn't know whether or not she was yelling, but her vision was slightly blurred and her cheeks were wet. She realized she was crying. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt so bad that Delirium swatted at her neck, as if to put a flame out. She sucked in a breath and squeezed her eyes shut, willing the pain to pass.

And suddenly it was gone. But another pain lingered. A biting pain: regret maybe? This is what she gets for showing kindness. This is what she gets for actually being human for once in her life. This is what she gets for caring about someone other than herself: a needle to the neck. The sound that came out of Dleirium was almost like that of an animal, a low guttural growl that turned into a hissing word.
"You." She practically spit the word at Lydia, and anger fumed off of her. In a sense Delirium was relieved. If that was all there was to the task, then it wasn't that bad.

Lydia only smiled at her, until the smile slowly spread across her face, skin literally ripping open to expose sharp pointed teeth. "Lydia?" She said hesitantly, taking a step back. Something was seriously wrong. However, Lydia was becoming grotesque, her limbs breaking and bending in ways they shouldn't, red pulsing things growing out of her body. Delirium fell down in startled fear. What had happened? What was Stephen's noise doing to Lydia? But as Delirium looked around she noticed everyone else was also a grotesque mass of limbs and blood. Delirium sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. She opened them again and everyone was gone.

Out of her mind. Delirium was out of her mind. It was like the vision's Delirium created, except she couldn't stop it. Ember suddenly appeared with a dagger in one hand, holding Stephen's head in the other; red and messy. Delirium crawled into a ball and rocked on her heels. Her stomach heaved in protest. Delirium bit back the bile that rose in her throat and looked away. But there was no escaping the vision. The vision stung in her mind, the vision appearing on her closed eyelids. She screamed out a sob and wept. Stephen was dead. Stephen was dead. Delirium was gone. Everything was dead.

She was lost inside herself, and yet the back of her mind whispered to her mockingly, telling her that there was more to the task against her than she had realized. Lydia would die when Delirium escaped this hell. But for now, her world burned.

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Delirium cursed, and Lydia felt a sudden vertigo as she was pushed away from the red-head, still clutching the syringe in numb fingers. As she hit the ground, needle clattering away from her hand, she wondered for a moment if she'd hit her head too hard and lost her hearing, because all of a sudden the noise that had been buzzing so painfully in her brain was gone. She didn't have time to look through her tear glazed eyes to see why Whispers had stopped. Clutching her left arm, she'd landed there hard enough to leave a considerable bruise on her elbow, one she didn't have time to heal, so the blooming spot of blood under her skin would just have to stay there for now, she rolled onto her knees, and looked up at Delirium, who had tears streaking down her face. Lydia was crying too, in horror at what she'd done. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair at all. She had to do it, but to see someone, even an enemy, suffer in such a way, made a cold fist clench in her stomach.

Delirium spit a venomous word at her, and Lydia bowed her head. "Sorry, sorry, sorry..." She cried, tears dripping from her chin. She managed to calm herself down a little, hiccoughing, softly, Delirium's voice became more hesitant, asking her name. Lydia looked up, her mouth open, trying to protect herself with her arms in case the girl was preparing to attack her. But Delirium was looking with a measure of horror in her face, somewhere in the empty air above Lydia's head. What? Suddenly she took a step back, looking around, her eyes blank with horror. Lydia pressed her hands to her mouth. What had she done to Delirium? The girl fell down, and after a few moments curled up in a ball, and Lydia crawled over to her, trying to figure out how to help.

Listening to the red-head cry made her want to start crying again, but there were no tears left. Her eyes desperately sought out Rezia. "I had to, I-I-I didn't have a choice, I had to, I didn't mean to hurt her, I didn't know what it did, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She babbled, the words barely decipherable in her tear-choked voice, half talking to Rezia and half to the unresponsive Delirium.

She wished it had done something physical. She could fix that. She could apologize, and fix it, and everything would be fine, and Delirium wouldn't have that terrified look on her face that no one deserved. Maybe she could? It was worth a shot. She reached out, placing her hand on Delirium's cheek with one shaking numb hand, and with the other rubbing the girl's back in a manner she hoped was some kind of comforting, or at the very least not more terrifying, and shut her eyes. Visible wounds were easy to heal, she could just concentrate on them and heal them, but internal wounds were more difficult. She delved through Delirium's physical being quickly, rifling through ligaments and bones and muscle, able to sense the level of health each individual part of the girl's being. If she wanted to, she could inventory her physical weaknesses, but she was in too much of a rush. But she couldn't find the problem. The brain was an unfamiliar organ, she could heal physical damage to the brain, a concussion or swelling, and she could level the hormones, but she knew that clearing Delirium's adrenaline wouldn't help if the medication was doing something to her higher consciousness to stimulate it.

And she couldn't get rid of the the serum, just quell physical effects. She was useless. There was nothing she could do to fix this stupid mess she'd made. She pulled her hand away from Delirium's wet cheek, using her shaking fingers to brush away the tears that were streaming down them. Delirium deserved the dignity of not having tears and snot streaming down her face. But each rolling drop whispered that it was her fault, her fault, she'd done this to Delirium. How dare she? Even though Whisper's intolerable noise had long stopped, Lydia felt like vomiting again.

"I can't fix it Rezia, I don't know what to do." She wailed after a few moments, tears threatening to well up in her eyes again. "It's all my fault. I didn't want to hurt her."

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There was so many things happening at once and all the emotions in the room had escalated beyond measure. The worst was coming from Lydia and Delirium. The black terror and pain had struck Rezia as if he had run full force into a brick wall. It made him stumble on his way towards the two. The nausea of the noise and the emotions nearly overwhelmed his gut and self control and he dry heaved a moment before he managed to get a hold of himself. He shook his head trying to clear it and continued to run to his sister and Delirium now that he wasn't impeded by the noise. This situation was bad and his sister was freaking out. Any more of this and there would be no talking to her.

He looked over the poor shaking red head and closed his eyes and tried to center solely on Delirium and figure out where her pain was coming from. If Lydia couldn't heal her, that meant the pain she was feeling was all mental. That was his realm of expertise. He couldn't focus on her if Lydia was hysterical, however. Her emotions were overruling Delirium's since he had a deeper rapport with Lydia and he instinctively wanted to help her first. The task at hand was going to drain him considerably. Thank whatever god there was out there that Whispers finally shut up. He didn't have the mental capacity or the time to spare a glance behind him to see why. Lydia and Delirium had to be his only concern or he wouldn't be able to help anyone.

"Lydia, you have to calm down. I know you didn't want this. Look at me, baby sister," he called soothingly. When she looked up, Rezia locked her gaze with his own. Instantly he started to pull away Lydia's anxiety and regret. He couldn't pull all the negative emotions that he wanted to since she wasn't his only 'patient' but it was enough to calm Lydia and help her dry her tears. With a bit of effort he finally managed to blink and break their contact. He was immediately light headed and he felt the anxiety and regret rising in his own body. He wiped at his eyes to get rid of the tears that were brimming on his lower lids. "You.. you gotta sit a bit farther away," he told Lydia then before he turned his full attention to Delirium, his eyes already beginning to lose their golden color.

"Delirium!" he called and lifted her chin. The girl's eyes were closed however and she was squirming too much. He couldn't heal her if she didn't open her eyes. He didn't want to force rapport but it looked like he was going to have to. "Look at me! Delirium! Look at me!" he demanded and gripped her face firmly to keep it still. He watched her intently until she finally did open her eyes. He instantly locked her gaze with his own before she had the chance to close them.

Terror was the first thing he began to pull from her mind. It made him physically shake as he 'sucked up' the emotion like a mop sucking up water. Flashes of grotesque images rushed his mind. He saw everyone changing into monsters. There was blood everywhere and Whispers's body was writhing on the floor and Damion's joints seemed to be popping and bending in different directions. It truly was a horrific delusion. The worst was when Lydia morphed into a hideous creature with fangs and blood dribbling down her chin. It nearly made him want to pull away and physiclaly check on Lydia but he pushed aside that thought. It was an illusion after all. Once all the terror had emptied from Delirium's mind, Rezia's eyes had taken on a grey color as if his eyes had been printed on a gray-sale computer.

Grief and anger came next. Those were always the emotions that hurt the most. Lydia had hurt Delirium and it was natural for her to feel angry and betrayed about the ordeal when all she had wanted to do was be helpful. He understood that and it was his mission to make sure she didn't have any of those negative feelings. She didn't deserve any less from him. He had a new found respect for the woman who endangered herself for their sake. When the connection was over, Delirium would 'wake' with none of the negative emotions and none of the pain and fear.

At last he had taken in all that he could, he dropped his gaze, now white. He was shaking violently at this point and had to turn away as his body ungracefully threw up the contents of its stomach in the hopes of expelling the dark emotions. Anxiety, pain, anger, and regret were all swimming in his mind. He wanted to crawl into a corner and forget everyone as he wallowed in the grief and pain ss was his often want after a healing, but he didn't have time for that yet. He coughed hard against his hand and looked down as blood stained his palm and fingers. Damn side effects. He wiped his hand against his shirt and turned back to Delirium.

"D-Delirium? You... you okay?" he asked and caressed her cheek as gently as his trembling hands would allow.

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Everything seemed to be turning into Damion's favor, aside from his current knife wound that is. Ember quickly rushed to his side ready to help, something which brought a smile to his face. It was good to know that she was here with him again. Then somewhat to his surprise, Whispers actually made the smart decision and accepted his offer. Damion removed his hands from the rebels neck, instead placing them on Whisper's shoulders, grunting slightly due to the shooting pain in his shoulder. He wasn't trying to kill the guy, though he didn't see the need to say that out loud.

Damion had to think for a moment about whether he was lying or not. He had already won, and it would be much easier just to give Whispers the key, and be done with his ridiculous task. Then again Whispers definitely deserved what he was getting. He deserved it for being stupid, and he certainly deserved it for being so eager to provoke Ember. Not to mention how easy it would be to just force the muzzle onto Whispers. Damion's poison had done a wonderful job keeping the other man weak so far, so much so that Whispers needed to steady himself on Damion's shoulder just to remain standing. It would be such an easy matter to use force instead.

He took this time to examine his surroundings. He gave a quick look around the room. Apparently at some point during Damion's struggle with Whispers, Delirium had decided to make a reappearance in the room. Something seemed to have happened between her and the siblings, though Damion had no idea what that could be. Delirium seemed preoccupied, but Damion had absolutely no idea how long that would last. If she realized that Damion was forcing that muzzle onto her partner she would no doubt run to the other rebel's aid. He did not want to engage the redheaded girl in a fight right now, not with his injury, and how exhausted this was making him. In that moment Damion had decided that he had indeed been telling the truth.

He looked back over to Whispers and gave him a small nod. "Smart choice complying." Damion then looked over to the muzzle key which still resided on the same table it had arrived on. He wanted to stay close to Whispers, to make sure he didn't try anything. So he looked over to Ember with a smile trying to ignore the knife in his shoulder the best he could, and spoke in a kind gentler tone than he did before."Ember could you please go grab the key for me?" Then he remembered that during the fight he dropped the muzzle, which lay not to far from his current position. Though he wasn't really anymore able to grab that than he was the key. "Could you also get the muzzle for me if you don't mind? I'll stay here, and keep an eye on Whispers."

He looked over at Whispers again. In some ways Damion had considered himself a stern teacher of sorts to those disobedient anomalies he was always forced to torture. He had hoped that what he did to them would teach them just how important it was not to cross Sam or the facility. He held out the same kind of hope here for Whispers though it was significantly smaller than usual. "If you hadn't complied with me here you would have been in far worse shape. Keep that in mind for the future."

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Ember watched and almost felt the knife twist deeper into Damion' shoulder. She let out a hiss as Whispers did so, her anger bubbling over. Instinctively her own knife was raised to his neck and she dug the point in deep enough to allow the blood to pool. The pain and nausea suddenly grew much less, until the awful noise petered out entirely. Ember was left with an aching headache and sharp tinnitus in her ears. She still managed to hear Whispers raspy demand.

She scowled at him incredulously. He had no right at all to expect anything from Damion, though it appeared her partner was more merciful than she was as he moved his hands onto the man's shoulders. Ember stubbornly refused to move her knife as he considered his victims request. After looking around the room it seemed her partner had come to the conclusion of bowing to Whispers whim.

"Ember could you please go grab the key for me?"

Her eyes still flame red she shot him a look of disbelief before giving him an abrupt nod. Fine, if he wanted to allow Whispers to have the key, then she'd have to accept that. That did not mean she was going to be any kinder to the red head. Before she turned to retrieve the key she purposefully slipped the knife straight up his chin, slicing it open before removing it. She gave him another withering glare, her lips pursed together before going and picking up the key left on the cylinder. On the way back she scooped up the muzzle off the floor as Damion added his request.

As she did so she couldn't help but feel a little satisfied. Damion and herself would soon be free from Sam's pathetic tasks and could retreat to their own room. That would also keep Damion safe from Rezia, who she was sure had a task against him. As for her own attacker, Delirium had already put her in a traumatising illusion and that ought to be the end of that. In Ember's mind the tasks were gender based, with Damion, Whispers and Rezia all up against the other, and her and the other two women. In this case she was free from attack, Damion was about to complete his task and all she had to do was slice up a compliant Lydia and that would be the endo of it.

At the thought of the blonde, Ember glanced over at the other three. She'd been vaguely aware that Delirium had been stuck with a needles from Lydia but hadn't really focused on the result. What she saw seemed promising. All appeared to be left weaker. For now it appeared she and Damion were the ones with the upper hand. Good. That was how it ought to be.

She made her way back to Damion, smirking somewhat as he lectured Whispers. She held the key next to Whispers hand, the one gripping the knife, the sight of which stoked her anger again.

"Let go of the knife and you can have the key." Her voice was hard. "I'm not bothered if you choose not to, as I will be more than happy to jam this device on you and leave you voiceless. Truly you're fortunate Damion has to silence you in this way. I'd be quite content to silence you in my own way."

She let the threat hang in the air, desperately hoping he'd simply take the key. That way he could no longer harm Damion and he would no longer be armed. Then she could get Lydia to heal Damion. She turned to her partner.


"Once we're done here, I'll have Lydia heal you, I'll complete my task and we can get out of here." She looked at him earnestly. "I'm not coming back out here again if I can help it."

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Stephen Winters | The Rebel | Neural Disruption | #F70D1A

Blood for blood. Key for muzzle. Task for task. Survival for loss. Everything was turning out as less of an "evil triumphing over good" so much as an eye for an eye. While the world still appeared in raw black and white nuances started to cloud his vision as he watched Damion ask Ember to fetch the key. She, herself, remained the same scornful woman as she pressed her knife against his throat but listened to her partner anyway. She fetched the muzzle and key for him which gave Stephen time to assess the situation that he'd ignored for so long.

Delirium was huddled in the corner with Lydia and Reiza which helped him realize that Lydia's task had been against his partner, but Reiza was helping her? Or was it that Reiza healed Katherine of whatever Sam forced Lydia to do? He still didn't trust any of them; however, the fact that Katherine wasn't writhing in pain meant that she was okay. The two siblings, cowardly as they were, weren't killers. They wanted to complete their tasks and leave just as everyone else. That was the idea behind all of this, to complete their tasks and Sam would let them go...

...except he didn't trust the devil to do something so easy.

"Let go of the knife and you can have the key."

Whispers grabbed the key, ignoring her threat before he glanced at the two of them. For once his eyes weren't full of hatred, but instead caution. Not to say that there was no point in acquiescing to Sam's demands but when did he ever deliver on his word? How easy would it be to simply say that he would release those who completed their tasks in order to motivate them to play his sick game? He knew not the limits of the man's sadism but he knew that his kindness was nonexistent. He was born and bred with evil coursing through his veins and a void where his soul ought to be. There was no way that he would let them go so easily.

Still, he remained silent throughout the whole process as he only had intuition to rely on his answer. His captors were giving him the key and seemed to have no further intentions to hurt anyone involved so long as they got what they wanted. He assumed that Ember's task involved helping Damion or hurting Lydia so he would let that go through since she extended the courtesy of having the blonde heal him. Ember truly wanted to cut all of her ties and debts, if only to prevent them from following her into the real world.

If she really wants to help me she should walk into the elevator, he thought.

Perhaps it was cruel, but knowing Sam he might very well have set the entire ordeal up to force the black-haired girl into the elevator no matter what.

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Ember smiled cruelly at Delirium as she curled up inside herself, trying to block out the image. It isn't real. It isn't real. It can't be. It's all Delirium could do to prevent herself from breaking down completely. "Look at me Delirium! Look at me!" Ember said. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. However, Ember suddenly frowned. "This isn't over. I'll be back. She whispered before slowly fading away. Delirium blinked and Ember was gone. The room was empty. She rubbed the tears from her eyes and stood up, confused.

"Delirium... you okay?" A voice rang out. Suddenly Rezia was there inside her mind. He held a hand out to her, and she leaned into it. Delirium awoke, gasping and spluttering, as if being brought up from underwater. Her head felt heavy, and her mind was clouded. She could only register Rezia's hand on her face and his milky eyes on hers.

"Stephen." She said, jolting upright, wanting to be certain he was ok. She instantly regretted it as nausea and pain washed over her. She turned pale and lay back down, taking comfort in the eyes that hovered over hers. "Is he all right?" she whispered hurriedly. The illusion was gone for now. Delirium couldn't get up right yet. And much use she would be if she did. However, as she assessed herself, she realized the needle was still clutched in her hand. She tucked it into her pocket, making sure she didn't prick herself. The events preceding the illusion came back to her in biting clarity. Lydia. But instead of anger rising in her, it was instead sadness. Delirium was a monster. She did terrible things to terrible people, why wouldn't Lydia take Delirium's kindness as a weakness- a way to complete her task. After experiencing what an illusion felt like, Delirium wanted to crawl into a corner and cry. She was a terrible person. She was no better than Ember and Damion. No better than Sam even.

Delirium turned her head slowly, but pain still bloomed in her vision. She looked over to see Stephen pinned by Damion and threatened by Ember. She let out a gasp of fear, but it seemed they weren't going to hurt him, only complete their own tasks. She slowly turned back to Rezia and nearly threw up with the effort. She grabbed his hand to get his attention.

"My task against you is to electrocute you three times. Please. I don't want Stephen to get hurt," She managed to croak out. Delirium waded through her thoughts as if they were mud. she couldn't seem to form the right things in her mind. She was trying to focus but failing. She needed to get to her room and sleep. She couldn't be in here with Ember and Damion. She would do something brash. She'd hurt someone. She'd hurt Lydia. She needed help, because she couldn't move. And her head was unbelievably painful. She swallowed her pride and did something she'd never really done before.

"Rezia. I need help. I can't move or I might pass out. I'm so tired." A tear streaked down her face. How could she have ever made someone experience her twisted illusions? She would never do it again. Not to anyone. No one deserved that fate. No one except Sam, the one who made her this way. Why had Delirium grown up hearing about the others and thinking she was better than them? She was worse than them because she held on to this delusional thing called hope. While Rezia and Lydia survived in their own saddening way, Delirium had broken herself in more ways than one. While Ember and Damion had killed in the name of survival and perhaps love, Delirium had risked her life and Stephen's just to prove a point. It was wasteful. It was reckless. She was so utterly broken. And so tired. So very tired. When would this day end?

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Rezia's eyes met hers, and she felt the familiar sensation of her panic being quenched, pulled from her. She let it go, her shoulders relaxing. When he broke his eye contact, Lydia shut her eyes and scooted backwards, away from Rezia and Delirium as he'd requested. No longer did she feel like her panic was overcoming her, but the feeling that had swept in its place was a dizzying hollowness. She managed to crawl to the wall next to her and her brother's room and lean against it, her knees folded daintily under her. She stared emptily at the floor, the panicked thoughts running through her mind without the emotional connection.

What kind of monster was she? When kindness has been extended to her, she had turned around and bit the hand. She'd done it for Rezia, but did that justify the action? She knew in that moment that if she'd had powers like Ember, she'd have ended up the same was as the dark pair had. The thought that she would kill for her brother sent shivers through her gut. That idea scared her. She didn't want to hurt anyone, she wanted everyone to just be okay and leave her and her brother alone. Was that so much to ask for? Was she selfish? Yes, her thoughts snarled back at her. She didn't even want Rezia alive for his own sake, it was because she was too afraid of living without him. She'd sacrifice herself because she was too cowardly to see him die.

But what choice did she have? She'd been backed into a corner. She could logic her way through the other experiments, but there were too many unknowns in the end game. What was even the point of this? Would they keep struggling this way until they died, or no longer interested Sam and then he'd kill them? What even was this life anyway. It wasn't worth living, but she was powerless to quit it.

Then she heard a mention of her name from the other group, Whispers, Damion, and Ember, where things had calmed down considerably. She stared blankly in their direction, trying to re-calibrate her mind. She'd never hurt someone on purpose before, and it had put her into shell-shock. The pain and surprise in Delirium's face haunted her. But there was business to attend to. She needed to assert herself, make sure she could protect her own well being. Though after was she'd just done, part of her wanted to just curl up and die. But she had a duty, and maybe it'd be easier to stomach after she let Ember enact her task.

Shakily, the blond rose to her feet and stumbled over to the trio. Her eyes were still blank, and she was clutching her arms as if she was freezing. She was trembling slightly, but it was very obvious on her thin frame. "I don't have much power left, and I'll need most of it to prevent myself from bleeding out after you cut me, as I don't have a clotting factor." She mumbled, her voice bordering on monotone. She stared at the ground. "You can have whatever is left over afterwards, and my power will regenerate tomorrow for whatever else requires fixing."

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Rezia gave a small sigh of relief when Delirium came out of her medicated illusion. That was some nasty stuff and his body was quite angry with him. He felt absolutely drained with Lydia's and Delirium's emotions raging inside him. He couldn't even feel himself at this point and all of it just felt so overwhelming. He wanted his music to drown it all out and curl up in a ball in a safe corner while he waited for the negative emotions to run their course. He always did that after a healing session to calm down but he didn't have that option currently. And he knew that he was going to be a world class asshole until the negative emotions were balanced out again. Honestly, the side effects were the worst part of his power. He even almost growled and yelled at Delirium's weak request but he managed to clench his jaw shut before he burned the bridge he formed.

"Stephan will be fine," he growled as he glanced back at the other party.

At this point he didn't much care what they did to each other. When he saw his sister get up to go to Ember however, Delirium's anger knotted and twisted and he found himself shaking in rage. His own anger at the situation added to the anger he had taken from Delirium to make him angry at everyone, including his sister. Not only was this situation shitty because they all drained their reserves, but now he and Lydia were on opposite fucking sides. He couldn't watch over her if she was with them. For the moment, he was pissed that Lydia had come up with this idea though it had been a logical choice. He wanted to break something.


Another coughing fit seized the young man and he covered his mouth quickly least he cough all over Delirium. Ugh he hated the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He rather ungracefully spit the blood left in his mouth out and tried to wipe most of it off his hands with his sweater which was now stained with his blood. Yay. This had been his favorite sweater. He yanked the damn thing off and tossed it to the side to remain in his undershirt. He looked down at Delirium and gave an exasperated sigh. Now he had to help her into her room, damn it and get himself shocked.
Rezia pulled Delirium up to her feet a none too gently. He really couldn’t help it, but he wasn’t going to apologize right now. He’d have to remember to apologize for it later. Since Rezia didn’t want Delirium to fall over again, he pulled her up into his arms and stumbled a moment, a bit unsteady from his loss of energy. He grunted and fixed her position in his arms before he began to carry her back to the safety of her room. Since he was holding Delirium and she had asked him to help her into her room, he had permission to enter. He sat her down, or rather, dropped her, onto the bed. Once his hands were empty, he crossed them over his chest in a ‘stay away’ gesture and glared at the blank wall in front of him. He started to roll on his feet to expel some of his anxious and irritable energy.

”You can shock me. That was the nature of our deal. Just give me a minute and let Whispers get in here. Then I’ll shock myself. I would prefer not end up in another damn crossfire” he snapped. It was their fault they were in this mess after all. After a brooding moment he sighed and glanced down at the woman he found himself with. She wouldn’t understand why he was acting so different now. He was going to have to explain, wasn’t he? ”I’m… I am not actually pissed. No, actually I am pissed but not at you, okay? It’s a stupid side effect of healing you” he tried to explain. She wasn’t going to get much more out of him in that moment.

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Ember spat at her, and Lydia instinctively flinched, turtling her head between her shoulders and hunching her back, leaning away from the angry female. Her eyes turned to the ground, still appearing like she was trying to shrink into herself. Ember tried to bind up Damion's wound, a smart idea. Then Ember turned back to her, a cool industry in her voice. Lydia looked up, nodding in response. She liked this side of Ember, when she could see the girl's intelligence in her eyes. Despite her fear of being cut open (showing bone?), she felt somewhat safer knowing that Ember was being logical and precise about it. She let her body relax, focusing on her breathing, trying to stay as calm as possible. Listening to Ember talk was helping. She was so calm and frank about it. Lydia held out her arms, wrists together, to allow Ember to tie her up.

" Yes'm," she murmured instinctively, as if talking to one of the scientists who used to do tests on her just like what was about to happen.

Then suddenly Ember froze, her eyes going foggy. Lydia flinched, worried that she'd said something wrong, but then she heard the music. The music. She wondered if the others had been conditioned to be calmed by music as well? She knew that she and Rezia had been rewarded for good behavior by being allowed to sing and play the violin respectively, and it had always been a calming pass-time for her. And open-mouthed smile stretched over her face as she listened to the music and watched Ember slowly walk over to a new room that had just opened.

Lydia remained where she was, her arms still out, waiting to be bound. And then she heard the first notes of a song that sent shivers down her spine. It was such a familiar song, and she identified with it on so many levels. Almost instinctively she jumped in after a few bars, she was so used to singing accompaniment with her brother's violin that it was second nature to sing along to a melody she recognized. Her voice was like pealing bells, loud yet soft at the edges, but without the normal hesitant quaver that characterized her voice. Mournful, yet somehow confident in a way the girl was not. She'd missed the first verse while getting comfortable with Ember's style, but her voice slid easily into the second verse:

"Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
"


Her wrists were still held forward, as if bound by the music, and her eyes were closed as the song came from somewhere in her gut, spilling out in an unstoppable rush of familiar notes, each word, each sound clear as spring water. Gentle tears dribbled down her cheeks as she lifted her chin slightly, continuing in the song. Why did things have to be this way? All she wanted was to be able to stay in their room and sing silly songs along to Rezia's sweet violin melodies. But at least in this moment she could forget the bad thing she had done, the terrible place that was now entwined with their fates, and the horrible fear that was rooted deep inside her gut. Everything spilled out into the music as her delicate yet somehow strong voice followed the melancholy crescendos and diminuendos of the precious, precious song.

"And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
"

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The change in Rezia was so drastic and out of place that Delirium almost thought some Rezia impostor had waltzed in and taken over. The normally stoic and gentle Rezia turned into a near reflection of herself when she was angry. Delrium almost chuckled at the weirdness of it all. Relief crossed her face when he told her Stephen would be fine. Though at some points Stephen was like a brother to her, there always seemed to be something more that lingered between them. It would break her heart in more ways than one if something happened to him.

Rezia, on the other hand, wasn't doing to good, and a stab of guilt hit Delirium when she realized it was probably him healing her that was causing these weird side effects. However, he was still kind enough to take up her plea for help and pick her up. As he gruffly jostled her into his arms, she sucked in a painful breath as the world swam and dipped into darkness for a minute. She very nearly passed out before coming to her senses again, stomach churning. He then dropped her onto his bed and Delirium felt very grateful, no longer having hard floor under her head making matters worse. In fact, simply being in a much quieter room was helping ease the searing headache. Her emotions were reduced to dull ends, no longer stabbing at her ruthlessly. She needed to be alone, but oddly enough, having Rezia there as almost a representative of her emotions was helping. It was as if he stole her emotions, everything she would have been feeling right now was being outwardly expressed by Rezia. Delirium wasn't offended at all by his rudnesses, she was merely saddened that she'd been the cause of it.

He started to talk about Delirium's task, and Delirium was yet again thankful that despite all of this he would follow through. Finally, an explanation was also given to why he was acting so different. Delirium figured it was a side effect, but now she knew for sure that Rezia wasn't just mad at her. Silently, Delirium reached out to him, but stopped as it was clear he was not in the mood to talk more. Delirium tried something else. She raised her eyes to his and felt it, a sort of connection mentally.

From years of creating her visions, Delirium had found that the root of them were emotions. Her emotions are what fueled her visions. She could connect mentally to someone's emotions and send visions that way. It was emotions that brought life to these visions. On days that Delirium was particularly sad or happy, her visions tended to reflect that, as her power connected her emotions to someone else's. Delirium could never read or understand her target's emotions, not like Rezia could. She just knew that these visions she created used emotions to trick the mind. It's the same way someone can be so caught up in love that they can ignore other things, or in be such a rage that the almost go blind with it.

It was through this that she could communicate with Rezia. She could use emotions as a sort of transportation for words or messages. He would be able to pick them up easily because that was the nature of his abilities. She looked at him and said mentally, Thank you. I'm sorry, I understand. using emotions like remorse, gratitude, understanding, and kindness, to relay the message. Then she closed her eyes for a second. She was so tired. This day never seemed to end. Or maybe it already had, and no one had noticed. She was so tired of being "the rebellious girl" the one who always fought back. She so desperatly wanted to give up, have someone hold her and tell her it would all be ok. Maybe there was no way out of this. Maybe they would all end up dead or broken. She turned towards Rezia again. My name is Katherine. She told him mentally, sadness being the messenger boy. She instantly regretted the message, and wanted to take it back. Not many people even knew her name, or if they did they didn't use it. Only Stephen had ever called her by her real name, and for some reason she only wanted him to. But it would be rude to Rezia to say anything else. She just wanted to be something more than this monster who attacked people with fear and sadness.

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Let me tie this around it. Don't worry, I'm well aware of your poison. I'm not stupid and I can manage to avoid it." He stiffened as she walked towards him with the ripped piece of her skirt. Despite her assurances that she would be fine Damion couldn't help but be somewhat worried for her safety. All the same however he obediently stayed where he was, and let her bandage his wound without incident. He cringed slightly as she tied the fabric around his wound, it hurt slightly, but it was much better than the alternative of leaking a vastly toxic substance. When she was done he let out a small thank you, though he averted his gaze from her. She was far to good to him, much more than he deserved.

He stood next to Ember as she began describing what she was going to do to Lydia. He was ready to assist her, just as she did with him. He was eager to get this over with, and he waited with much anticipation. However soon sweet music began to fill the air, his attention quickly snapped to the source. Another room had opened, this one filled with all manner of things. Their was a piano, drawing, and writing implements, and large amounts of food. However he ignored most everything else as his attention gravitated to the wall covered in books. Ember seemed to forget about the situation as she moved towards the newly revealed room, he quickly followed her making his way to the book shelf.

Damion let his finger run across the spine of the books trying to find one that peaked his interest. It had been so long since he was last able to indulge in a good, and well written book. However before he could find one that really interested him, he heard it. A soft beautiful melody being played from a piano. He turned around delighted at what he saw. She was playing, Ember was actually playing. It was something that he never thought he would hear, though he always wished that he could. He quickly made his way over to her, he stood beside the piano as he took in the brilliantly played song. He had always considered Madworld to be a beautiful song, but now played by Ember its beauty, and splendor was magnified tenfold. "I have never heard you play before. Beautiful absolutely beautiful." He spoke softly not wanting to disturb her as she played. He was clearly enjoying it, a marvelous grin plastered over his face.

Then Lydia decided to join in, and she began to sing. She was rather good, and her voice complimented both the song, and Ember's playing nicely. He sat down in a nearby chair, as he listened completely enraptured. He almost wished he could join in the performance. Though he absolutely had no musical talent, and was in fact tone death. So he was for the moment entirly content to simply listen to what was going on before him.

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Stephen Winters | The Rebel | Neural Disruption | #F70D1A

Whispers gritted his teeth as the familiar sounds clicked to signal the infernal muzzle locking around his mouth. It reminded him too much of those days locked away, banging his head against the wall because it was the only way that he could still make noise. It was irrational, stupid, and fearful but he didn't have any other way to respond to his circumstances. In this case he had the key in his hands but nothing really stopped the memories from surfacing from the back of his mind. The metal served as a gentle reminder not to scream (not that he could) but he wanted nothing more than to destroy the device (which would only be possible with the help of Ember or Damion as they had the most destructive of the powers).

He met eyes with Damion for a brief second as the black-haired man ripped the knife out, unable to keep his head long enough to enjoy the oozing blood from his adversary. Had Sarah been here, she might have made a comment on how it would only worsen the wound to remove the knife so quickly but she wasn't and he had little time to react before being pushed to the ground. They were done here and the spiteful hope that Sam would keep them around for longer was all but lost as he vaguely heard the voices of everyone else mix together. People wanted to leave, make deals, all of it sounded like white noise compared to the flashbacks. The sight of Sarah being killed, sound of her screams, and feel of her cold body left him catatonic.

He thought he settled with the idea of failing his task, but to what end did his sister die for if this might actually have been his shot at leaving? At what point did he forgo tact to fill the greedy needs of his own ego?

Whispers snapped back to reality as he heard the first haunting note of a song whose words were long forgotten yet its tune, immediately recognizable. His hands shook as he shoved the key into the muzzle and freed himself and tossed the device against the floor, crushing it under his feet. It was a durable piece of punishment, made to stand against anomalous strength but it still scratched and dented like any other equipment. He made no move to enter the alternate room like some others did and instead turned toward Katherine.

At what point did he forgo her needs to fulfill his own?

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Rezia felt the mental nudge immediately. Normally her soft message and the little bit of emotions that flittered through his mind wouldn't have bothered him. It would have intrigued him and he would have wanted to experimented with this new way of communication but in his current situation, it was anything but gentle and light. Each projection that came his way felt like she was stabbing through his mind and he winced at heavy weight the emotions carried. He lifted a hand to his head and broke eye contact with Delirium in favor of looking down at his feet before he closed his eyes to prevent himself from accidentally falling back into rapport with her. He'd want to continue healing her ache and if he continued much longer... it would be too much energy expenditure. He did appreciate what she was trying to do though. Oh timing.

"Katherine, stop," he grumbled then. "Right now... those messages are feeling a lot like a cheese grater against my brain. It is not pleasant and it is just giving me a worse headache. We can try this communication later but right now... I need to.. need to work through your earlier emotions and expel it before I can take anything else in. It is hard to explain. I got your messages though. You don't need to thank me and I won't use your name around the others," he promised. He had felt her sorrow for telling him her name after all and he could only assume her name was something precious she didn't want others to know. He would feel rather special about being given that information later. Right now, he had to find 'himself' again and if she bombarded him with more emotions, he's just get more lost in the spiral.


Then... then he heard the music. His eyes widened and he looked up at the door. There was music? The piano melody was beautiful. Music always helped him anchor himself so he was quick to leave the room and his current conversation in favor of seeking out the melody. He heard Lydia join in then and he swayed in the doorway. The power of music was soothing and lulling and helped him deal with the pain in a way that no one else could. Not even Lydia could help him calm down from a healing but music was different. He vaguely noted that Whisperes was heading into the room where he left Delirium and that Damion was enjoying the music as well. He should have been cautious considering there was food available and he needed to keep Damion away, but all he could focus on was the music. He desperately wanted to join in. He glanced around quickly and spotted the violin in the corner. He made his way over to it and closed his eyes, feeling the gentle melody set by Ember. He let the tune calm his shaking just enough to be able to actually play before he joined in.

Since music was a passionate and emotional outlet of expression, he let the melody pull on all the pent up negativity and let his mind clear. He didn't even notice the trickle of blood that eased out of the corner of his mouth or the droplets that made their way onto the violin itself, tucked beneath his chin. There was just music.

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Reiza had taken it upon himself to grab a violin, and join in with Ember, and his sister. Many of the others stuck here seemed to be musically adept, and he almost expected Delirium, and Whispers to join in as well. Instead however there was a noticeable snap coming from the piano, regrettably leaving the song unfinished. Ember had shut the lid, and she was in tears. With emotions clearly woven into her voice, she spoke about Sam, and how he can so easily take everything away from them. Unfortunately she spoke the truth, that was something Damion couldn't deny.

He mentally scolded himself, he was so focused on the pleasant music unfolding before him that he hadn't noticed Ember's distress. He immediately sat up, and rushed over to her. Before he could do anything however she angrily slammed her fist down upon the piano lid. She was anger that much was clear, rage seemed to come through her every pour. She was so angry she apparently felt the need to speak the words which he had always assumed but never thought he would hear her say out loud. "I hate him"

He was shocked that she so openly declared her hatred of that vile man. There was no anomaly that had suffered from Sam's influence that didn't hate him, but few so openly detested him. Even Damion who unbeknownst to most anomalies hated the man just as much, if not more than they had, had never declared his hatred out loud. However in an effort to calm Ember he was about to agree, tell her just how much he hated Sam for keeping them apart. Before he could however all the lights went out, and Damion jumped back in surprise. All he heard was Ember gasp, and fall to the floor.

"Ember!" He called out worriedly, this had undoubtedly been Sam retaliating, who knows what he would do. Once again Ember, and the thought of something happening to her had managed to release the emotions from the normally stoic killer. When the lights had turned back on he frantically searched for Ember, finally finding her huddled underneath the piano.

She was terrified, he could tell. Her hands were forced over her mouth like she was afraid to say anything more, and she was pale.The fear coming from her was almost palpable, she was so terrified Damion himself was starting to get scared. He was afraid that Sam would do something else, hurt Ember, take her away from him. His eyes were wide with fear, and without following her under the piano he reached a shaky hand towards Ember."Ember. It's going to be okay, I promise you. I won't let anything hurt you. Please come out, please. His voice was seeping with worry. He wanted to be there for her, he so desperately wanted to ease her troubles. Seeing her in such a state was more agonizing than most anything he had suffered in the facility. "How about we go to our room okay? It's been a long day. I'm sure you could use a rest." His hand hung there in the air, just waiting for her to take it. Hoping for a sign that she was all right.

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Delirium felt slightly stung by Rezia's words, but did not say anything back. He had every right to be in a mood after he'd saved her from that nightmare. THe image of Ember grinning like a maniac flashed across her eyelids again and Delirium gasped suddenly and shut her eyes. She still didn't feel quite right. For one thing she was completely drained, she could barely move, her headache was unbearable, and Rezia had left her in search of some music coming outside the door. Delirium turned slowly towards the wall and curled into her blankets, attempting at sleep She was just slipping into the start of a nightmare when she woke up suddenly.

Stephen approached her, and Delirium nearly shot bolt upright in bed. He was safe. Alive, and for the most part, unharmed. Delirium instantly felt ashamed that she hadn't gone to help him. But in reality, in her state she couldn't have helped him. She might have even made matters worse. But it still wasn't a good excuse for herself. She had abandoned him when he had needed him. Tears suddenly pooled in her eyes and she broke down.

"Stephen...." She said in a choked sob. She reached out her hand to him. She wanted him to be close to her. They'd been through so much together, and yet after one day in this hell she felt like she'd nearly lost him, and lost herself. Maybe she just was not cut out for social interaction. Again, she felt tired. So tired. And hungry, almost like a little angry monster inside her that had been pushed to the back of her thoughts until now. But that didn't matter right now. How had she become like this? SHe reached a hand towards him, and gently pulled him to her, so he was level with her. What had they gotten themselves into? She wouldn't bear the thought of anything happening the him. Not this time. Not when there was so much to lose. Just like how she could wreck havoc with a simple glance, Stephen could wreck havoc by simply opening his mouth. They were dangerous, but not deadly. Absentmindedly, Delirium traced the line of his lip with her thumb, wondering how something so simple could do such a thing.

Shock registered on her own face at what she was doing, and she pulled back, surprised with herself. She dropped her arm and a blush crept up her face that matched her hair. "Sorry," she mumbled, and turned away from him. Her heart was beating rapidly. Stephen had always been the brother she never had. Yet right now a different feeling lurched in her stomach. She was just tired. Not thinking straight. This couldn't happen, not here, and not now. What was she thinking?

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Rezia was aware that the music stopped and finished his last note just to have and end. He never liked having songs 'unfinished'. He looked up at Ember and instantly felt on edge. Her emotions were bombarding him and he winced. His head was still very sensitive and would be until he got some rest. He couldn't cope with all the emotions in the room. He backed away from Ember and her constantly changing volatility. He didn't want to get caught up in something after all. He had enough of that for one day and he still had to complete his side of the bargain with Delirium.

Then the lights went out. He instantly pulled Lydia against him to protect her from whatever Sam was going to throw at them next. It wasn't long before the light was back. Rezia saw Ember beneath the piano trembling and fear and regret wrapped around his head. Then Damion had to join in with his concern and Lydia was clinging to him with her fear. It was making him dizzy. It wasn't long before he was coughing up blood again. At least Ember and Damion were busy with each other. This was the best time to get out of the room. He ushered Lydia back into the large central room and rubbed his head. He winced when he realized he had smudged some of his blood on Lydia's shirt. She was going to freak out on him and try to heal something but this was not something her power could help with.

"Lydia, I have one last thing to do. I want you to run back to our room and stay there. You need rest and everyone is exhausted. I want you to swear to me that you aren't going to try and heal me. You don't have the energy to do so. I can carry this weight on my own. I want to get Delirium's task out of the way and she needs to shock me 3 times. I am going to use the protection mechanism of her door to do that. I don't want you to watch or even come out of your room until you've rested. I'll be okay. I trust Delirium enough now. Once the task is done, I am confident she'll pull me into the room or bring me to our room. Again, you are not to leave the safety of our room, do you hear me?" He asked, his eyes clearly portraying that there was no wiggle room in his request.