"Come, now, Enyo...It's time for more training." A man said, sliding the key into the lock and turning it until he heard the click. Carefully he was followed by two armed guards.

After ensuring that she wasn't going to attack him, he smiled, pleased with his favorite little pet. 'Enyo', really named Rowan was their first true teenage success, having been there for three years and undergoing countless tests...They were proud of their little experiment for surviving.
He snapped the handcuffs on her and guided, well more like walked her like a dog down he hall filled with cells.

Rowan glanced at each of the other experiments, mostly adults, though there were the other three teens. She noted the one boy, Kayl, she thought was his name, short thing in her mind. Rowan was five six, and the boy was inches shorter than her. She nodded a sort of greeting at him, though she doubted he was looking at her as she passed. Her golden blond hair fell around her in waves as she walked, wearing plain blue jeans and a white t-shirt, she grimaced, missing her punk style. Well, at least she had clothes.

"Ahhh, Enyo! My precious girl..." Came the voice from the speakers as she entered the arena. It's like no one even knows my real name... She thought, almost shaking her head as the cowardly man whom always handcuffed her, let her go and then fled quickly. The voice on the speakers was of no one other than the man whom had kidnapped her. They always call us precious. Guess that's what we are to them. Their little freaks.

"I hope you had a good nights rest..." Rowan heard the fake smile in his voice, "because it's time for training again, my dear Enyo." She looked up at the person she'd be fighting against that day, yesterday it had been dodging bullets and today it was fighting against an unarmed opponent. Go figure.

Rowan felt a little sick as she realized what she was up against. A weaker version of what she was. Another Experiment they didn't think was worth keeping. She'd fought a few of these in the time she had been there, and each time felt horrible. The many years of training, being taught what do like this...To kill properly. How to not be killed. It disgusted her a little. "Hurry up, Enyo..." The voice told her.

Enyo means horror... Rowan thought, looking at the boy. He was weak. Mentally, and not as strong as she was physically. The injections hadn't made him as strong as her. He didn't respond the same way she had. He still seemed to think he was going to come out on top, foolishly she realized. Brainwashed. She could already see what was going to happen to him...How he was going to be terrified as he knew he was going to die. She'd try to kill him quickly. Horrified. Rowan thought with disgust.

"Enyo!" Rowan rolled her eyes at the voice and stepped forward, as did her opponent, shaking her head, her blond curls swaying, she straightened up. "You get first move." She smiled a little cruelly.

"Fine." Said her opponent, slinking down and watching her carefully, when she mirrored his movements he lunged forward. Moved too soon. Rowan thought, dodging quickly she pulled him toward her and slipped her slender arms around his neck, snapping it easily and frowned, dropping the body on the floor like what she had just done didn't bother her at all when in reality it would haunt her for the rest of her life, like all the other's still did. Rowan always came out victorious.

"Well done, my little Enyo! You always win... Now you may go back." The voice told her and she nodded obediently, knowing that later that night she and the three teens would escape.

Rowan felt the handcuffs slip onto her wrists again as she was walked back down the hall again.

Kayl gasped as his eyes opened, memories that had been flashing behind his eyelids disappearing in an instant. He stared blankly at the wall for a minute, the dizziness that overtook him was familiar now, but he had been told it was normal for the first amount of time he was here. Hearing footsteps outside his cell, he glanced out and was somewhat surprised to see a girl. He pulled himself to the bars, seeing her nod, he waved in return, eyes wondering and fearing at the same time. A while later he saw the girl pass again, but this time he made no attempt at communication as the guards stepped to his cell now. They made sure he wouldn't try anything, handcuffing him and leading him like an animal down row after row of cells. Finally arriving at an arena, where he was called precious and told to kill a boy that was pushed into the arena like him and unbound for their death match.

"First move," the boy said. and Kayl nodded, sliding up against the wall, he turned his back but kept his senses aware of any noise, the crunch of gravel or scuff of feet, even the scent of old sweat.

Kayl ran his fingers over the wall, small fingers working their way into cracks and crevices while his nails, longer now, sank into the wall easily. He was getting well practiced at this and he even shut his eyes while he waited for the boy to move. There. He saw it. The wind brought up more dust than it should have, and he could hear the light scuff of old sneakers on the dirt. Closer, closer, close, there. Close enough. Kayl spun, bringing his feet up high on the wall before he pushed off with tremendous force, launching himself at the boy and knocking him to the ground, his practiced precision perfect.

"Check mate," Kayl whispered, digging his nails into the boy's chest, avoiding his ribs.

The boy writhed in pain before falling limp, blood pouring from his gouged chest. Standing up, Kayl looked at what he'd done and a sort of icy horror came over him, but he silenced it quickly in his mind as he was handcuffed again and led back to his cell, given a wet paper towel to clean his nails with. He looked at his outfit, the same he'd worn when he was kidnapped, but the white dress shirt and gold vest were now stained scarlet.

Rowan frowned, watching them take Kayl away. She wasn't attached to him in any sort of way, but the death of anyone, human, not totally human like them, animal...It still upset her to know that they were gone.
She could only hope that Kayl came out as the victor.

Rowan was laying on the bed, staring up at the grey ceiling, her hair sprawled out across the pillow, her brown-gold eyes were focused, counting the speckles in the cement of the cell ceiling. Ten, eleven... She heard footsteps in the hall, sitting up she glanced out at the bars and almost smiled, seeing Kayl return, he was the newest teen, she didn't really know anything about him and he probably knew nothing about her - not even her real name, likely, as the guards and such all always called her Enyo. Standing up, Rowan approached the bars on her cell, "You live." Even if you weren't looking at her you could hear the smile in her more gentle of voices. She felt rather bad for Kayl because he was so new...He shouldn't have had to go through this. He could have lived a perfectly normal life. A human life. "I'm rather impressed." Rowan told him.

"Nice to know you care, just like everyone else here," Kayl snorted in return to the girl's comments, "and you shouldn't be too impressed. I hate fighting, but now I'm a cause of it. Everything here disgusts me. Killing people just like me... Just like you... It's horrible. Sometimes I wonder if I should just let myself be killed in the arena, but I would rather give those I face the mercy of death rather than continuing to live this torturous survival... He didn't even get a chance," Kayl shook his head, using the wet paper towel and carefully cleaning the blood and dirt from beneath his long fingernails as he spoke.
"I don't believe I've introduced myself, actually. I'm Kayl. Kayl Schaefer. I'm not even going to tell you what fluffy critter they mutated me with, unless you really want to know. I used to play the guitar and sing. I was taken on my way to practice with my buddy Spencer. He plays the drums. How 'bout you?"

He finished with his nails and lightly brushed over his face with the wet towel, wiping what dirt he could away from it.

Rowan's smile disappeared, she then reminded herself to not let herself become too fond of the boy, even though they were going to be leaving that night if they were lucky, something could still happen before then...And even still, she should never be too close to anyone, because she always lost those close to her, "Don't think I enjoy it here, that I don't mind the constant death..." She let the hand that was placed on one of the metal bars slide down until it hit one of the metal strips that went across. "Death is a horrible thing. I used to wonder, just like you if I should let myself be killed. But they would only bring in someone to fill your place, it would go on and on. You'd be dying for nothing. I've watched so many come and never return from that arena. More than a few have been killed by me, I'd like to think I was being merciful, but it doesn't change how wrong it is to end some one's life." Rowan gazed out of the cell, seeming like she was looking at something far away.
Rowan listened as Kayl spoke, nodding her head a little as he mentioned playing the guitar. She herself used to play the guitar before she'd been taken, "Well, then, Kayl...I'd like to say I hadn't known your name before you told me, but then I'd be lying. I pay more attention then a lot of you might think, and no worries...I won't even ask what you've been mixed with. Probably something real disturbing, like an Iguana...Or did you say fluffy?" She continued looking out of her cell, brushing her golden hair over her shoulder. "Guitar...I rather miss playing the guitar." Rowan admitted and then sighed, not wanting to tell Kayl too much, "I've been here for three years, and I'm not going to tell you what beast they have chosen for me to be tweaked with, I used to play guitar too, if you haven't already figured that out." It was no accident that she left out her name, she wasn't sure she should share that small bit of information with him.

Kayl nodded, listening to the girl talk, "Death is a horrible thing, but sometimes it truly is a mercy to kill someone. Even if it's a horrible death. Nothing compared to what others might do, I suppose, but still horribly merciful. I've noticed that you're a favorite. Is that why you wont tell me your name or how they took you? Or is that just you being overly defensive? You've nothing to fear of me, I'm just a lowly Sugar Glider boy," he chuckled, "With sharp nails and springy legs. Just call me Sugar," he couldn't help but laugh, despite the gloom that seemed to hang over the entire facility.
"I don't particularly care if you tell me what DNA they used in your genetic infusion, but I suppose I might as well tell you mine. It's not like I'd last two minutes in a fight with you. One look tells me that, simple as this," he snapped his fingers.

Running his fingers through his dark brown hair, he shut his eyes for a moment, snapping them open again suddenly when memories began to play behind his eyelids again.

"No. Never again. No one will share that fate from me ever again," he murmured, not caring if anyone else heard or not, he was reassuring himself as he pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.
"Sorry," he came back to the present, "what was I saying?"

"I suppose you're right..." Rowan agreed and then blinked when Kayl asked her why she wouldn't tell him her name or how she was taken, "I don't want to get close to anyone, because I always lose the people I am close to in any sort of way." She confessed, which had been rather hard for her. Rowan never told anyone that, and hadn't planned to, but it had just slipped out. The truth. She wouldn't have lied, but would have avoided it some how.
Rowan seemed deep in thought, "A...Sugar...Glider? You mean like those little fuzzy things...?" She looked utterly confused. "Okay, sweetheart, I guess that's what I'll call you."

Rowan tilted her head as Kayl began speaking to himself, as if trying to hear him better even though she understood every word he said thanks to her enhanced hearing, "I'm sorry...I am a bit confused." She admitted.

"Ah, it's all right. Everyone dies at some point, only when it's their time, though. Those people we've killed were killed for a reason, and we just aren't seeing the entirety of the big picture. You don't want to get close to anyone? That's feline. Feline or canine. No. Feline. Canines are too sociable to be unable to socialize with other people and become close. Felines. Amazing creatures, aren't they? They can live all on their own and not go completely insane... Ah, yeah. Don't mind me. Just the pondering of an insane boy. Not to sound overly full, but I'm rather perceptive. Yes. Sugar glider. Small, usually gray, fuzzy, cute, everybody wants one, they fly. Ring a bell? And guess what. Now that I've thought about it, you intrigue me, and that means you just got yourself a Sugar Glider. Sugar, not sweetheart. There's no pun in sweetheart, dear. Confused, over what? Am I talking too much? Not getting the exercise I need I suppose. I'm not normally this hyper, but I do seem to ramble a bit, explaining and observing. Tiny room, hyper boy... It's awfully crowded in here... So how do we get out?" His voice dropped to a murmur for the last few sentences.

He got up from the bed and walked around the room, running his fingers over the walls, nails scratching at every piece of metal, every crack, every crevice, anything he could reach. Tugging and rotating the bars, poking and prodding the room, searching for it's weak spots, where at least he may be able to get out.

"True enough, true enough." Rowan let the boy ramble a bit, raising an eyebrow at what he said. "More like its me. I've been that way for a while..." She thought about her past and fell silent for a while.
"Right, sorry...Excuse my lack of knowledge of Sugar Gliders." Rowan told Kayl, shrugging she stepped back from the bars and settled herself back on her bed.
"How do I intrigue you?" She wondered aloud and then paused when Kayl began talking again, "Never mind, forget I said anything...And why did you call me dear?" Rowan knew he couldn't see her expression, but either way she had a slightly weirded out one on her face, "You do seem a bit hyper." She sighed and curled a strand of hair around her finger as she gazed up at the ceiling again. "I suppose I could get the guards keys...Though that could be rather difficult and may lead to me having to off him." She sighed.

Kayl paused, studying the girl's words, "Feline. That's what they gave you, right? Some sort of cat, a big cat I'm guessing, they're always the more... clever ones. Excused, by the way. You intrigue me because of how you act. There are so many questions over you my mind is puzzling on, the genetic fusion for example. I'm close, aren't I? You don't have to answer that if you don't want to. Dear was my pun for you, because dear could also be the animal 'deer', a one letter difference without a separation in enunciation, and you are most certainly not a deer. Your escape manner is up to you. However, if one of us gets caught or we don't all leave at once, they'll be suspicious and might move us apart or increase security. Just so you know."

Kayl kept circling the room, hardly paying attention to what he was doing anymore until he realized he was scratching at a corner of the room with his nails, pulling at the metal and the bolts that held it while he mumbled measurements under his breath absently.

Skylar was lead to the arena once more for her daily killing spree as what she called it. She hated the place, but deep down inside she wanted to survive. "Fight!" they told her, and she fought. Why must I do this. she thought as she avoided the on coming attack. She dodged it, and struck back knocking the opponent out. She killed him before he had a chance to attack her. Her heart started racing, and sweat poured down her dirty tear stained face. This people- where just like her. Trying to survive this horrid exsistence they were force to accept. Having mercy on someone wasn't an option in this place, but her heart felt like it couldn't take anymore- but somehow, with each kill her heart did take more. She killed off the others in the arena, she was covered in their blood, and her own. Even though she was strong, she still was somewhat human. Her sides throbbed with pain, and she wondered if she had some broken ribs. She didn't cry out in pain- she kept silent through all of this. She only took life one day at a time, after all the next day could always be her last. Just like the- humans here.

The man in charge of the arena walked in, his mocking clap made her sick. "Good job Little Sky!" he said with a fake smile on his face. She hated when they called her sky. It made her disgusted to even hear her name come out of their mouths. She flinched back when the man stroked her cheek. He slapped her hard, and she fell to the ground. "That's no way to act." Her cheek throbbed, but she kept quiet. She didn't protest when they handcuffed her, and lead her violently to the dark, cell with the two others that were in there. They threw her on the ground hard, and uncuffed her. Again she didn't make a sound, but couldn't stop the small tear that fell.

Rowan raised an eyebrow as Kayl went on and on...Man, that guy could talk, "If you really want to know, yes, you're close. I find it rather strange that you are intrigued, but okay," she smirked a bit, "and no, I'm definitely not a Bambi."

A sudden thought popped into her head, "I have an idea..." Rowan glanced at all the other teens cells. "There's a way we could all get out together..." Her voice was so quiet that if Kayl didn't have enhanced hearing he probably wouldn't have been able to catch it. "I remember...They tell me things, they don't tell me much because they don't fully trust me, but still...Down the hall, there's some stairs and then a big window, it's not barred, stupidly, it's a two story drop, which might kinda suck if we aren't all that great at jumping, right below it is grass...I think we could all make it out without being detected, but we'd have to take out the night guard, because he'd definitely see us and none of us could probably get out without the keys." She frowned, thinking over what she had said again. Rowan fell silent as guards came and took a girl away to do training.

For once, Kayl was silent as he paced around his cell, breaking into a run as he tried to get out his energy. The steady thump of his feet comforted him and he closed his eyes. A mistake as images flashed before him. Eyes open again, he kept running, listening to the girl's plan.

"What's your idea, Catty?" He chuckled, "Or should I call you Kitten? Kitty? Kit?" He barely caught her next words and stopped running so he could hear better.
"Why would they tell you that? Maybe you're working for them and you're just here as a spy on us," his voice became a growl.
"I'm a pretty good jumper, and if need be I can climb down some and scout the windows for any watchers."

"You can call me none of those things." Rowan told Kayl, shaking her head she stopped curling her hair around her finger.
"They didn't tell me anything about that," Rowan snapped at him, angry that he would even think she would side with those...Creatures, "I saw it, they were only telling me about their plans for war, on my way up there I saw the window. If you really think I'm a spy..." Her lip curled in disgust at the mere thought, "You can forget I said anything and stop talking to me now." Her eyes narrowed into slits as she sat up.

Kayl laughed, "Ooh, a scary kitty now, hmm? Should I get the catnip?" He teased.

Running again now, he dared to shut his eyes again, braving his way through the bloody images that ensued.

He stopped and sat down on his bed, "I don't think you're a spy," he whispered.
"Oh... Why did they have to take little Spencer?" He said to himself, staring out of the bars of his cell and across from him, where a tiny boy of about 17 sat on his bed, staring blankly at the wall and not moving.
"Spence?" He called quietly over to the boy to no avail.
Angry now, he got up and yanked on the bars, yelling, "Why! Why you, Spencer? Why did they have to bring you, too? You could have lived a perfectly normal life, but now... Now they've drugged you up too much to be human!" His angry cries were silenced when the guard ran down the hall, opened his cell, and promptly beat Kayl with a stick, showing little mercy.

Kayl cried out in pain, biting his tongue until it bled and the beating was over. He crawled back to his bed and pulled himself up, burying his head into a pillow to smother his further cries. Hearing footsteps and a creaking noise, he saw a girl walk by, being led to the arena, and then a moment later Kayl gasped as he saw Spencer be taken from his cell.

"Spencer! No! Take me instead! Just leave him alone!" He cried out, begging the guards that simply ignored him.

A short time later, he saw the girl come back, which meant Spencer was gone.

"Why?" He stared at the wall, rocking back and forth, mind reeling and exploding with thoughts and plans and ideas.

Rowan rolled her eyes at Kayl, "Alright, Sugar Glider boy...I suppose you're real cute and cuddly." She told him.
"Good. You better not." Rowan's voice was emotionless, other than what seemed to be the little bits of anger that remained.

That was when she heard Kayl say something about Spencer, "What?" Her voice came out as barely a whisper, she rose to her feet and gracefully approached the bars. When she heard the boy's angry cries she blinked, her brown-ish gold eyes wide. "Kayl! Kayl, are you okay?" She asked, tilting her head trying to catch all the noises from the cells around her to attempt to understand everything that was going on.
When Spencer was taken and so was the girl Rowan bit her lip. Oh, no... She shook her head, stepping back from the bars and toward the back wall.
Once the girl returned, Rowan bowed her head, "I'm sorry, Kayl...He was going to be picked anyways, they choose us when we're very small and show promise, they watch us...And then take us whenever they like. Sooner or later he would have been taken." Her voice was sorrowful as she gazed at the floor.

"I know why!" He snapped at the girl, eyes narrowing, he purposely ignored her question on what happened.
"I meant, why do they need us? Why make us kill each other? Screw it. I'm getting the hell out of here," his voice was quiet and angry as he pushed his bed away from the wall a bit and began pulling at the bolts that secured the metal panels together, failing miserably.
"Damn it!" He stood up, shoving his bed back in place as he went to the metal bars and began scratching at them.

His body was already bruising from the beating, but not swelling mostly. It was likely that the girl would be able to see at least his face and hands, as they were right at the bars, so she would probably be able to put the pieces together on what happened. After a few minutes of basically filing his nails on the bars, he sat down heavily on his bed, laying back and staring at the ceiling, he counted the specks on it and sighed, closing his eyes and flinching at the images that fell before him. His imagination created the scene in which Spencer died, and he quickly tried to think of happier things, which was hard here.

"Jeez... This place is like Azkaban," Kayl chuckled.

He was in a better mood now that he'd gotten a chance to think, and he was back to being his 'fluffy' old self.

Rowan was tempted to snap something back at Kayl but managed to not say what came to her mind for once.
"They want us to be their perfect little weapons. Toys. They want us to scare everyone into doing what they want," Rowan told Kayl, "by making us kill each other they're ensuring we can take just about anything down. They don't want us if we aren't as strong as possible. So long as we live they want us." She shook her head, looking at Kayl and then back at the floor, now pretty sure she knew what happened.
Raising an eyebrow at what he said she replied to what he had said about it being like Azkaban with, "Pretty much." Rowan found it a little disturbing as to how he was a little happier.

Cell Number: 8850.
Occupant(s): Nicholas Grayeson.
Time: 1560 hours.
Date: Unknown.

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Inside the Mind of Nicholas Grayeson

Why someone would want to exploit the flaws of a failure was beyond his understanding. They told him that he wasn't a failure, but that he was blessed to have such gifts. That his so-called gifts would be used to save lives and protect the people of his country. But he knew better than that, a failure causes more harm than good; that was the rule that nature laid out thousands of years ago. They said they had procedures that would help make him better and change his mind about being a failure. Again, they lied to him and made him wonder how many others out there were like him; that also heard these lies as well. He told them that he didn't want to go with them, but they took him anyway to their facility under a black hood. They injected him with serums that made him even more dangerous than before, enhancing his flaws to dangerous levels. And as if that wasn't enough, they pushed him into so-called "training" that would help him become stronger and smarter; to be able to protect the people of his country and those he cared for they said. But he knew what they were doing, they were trying to turn him into a weapon. A dangerous, unstable weapon to be unleashed against their enemies and help them win conflicts of interest. Failures cannot be turned into weapons, but they were hellbent to turn him into one anyway.

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Reality

"Alright Grayeson, time to take some of your medicine." the guard said aloud as stopped at the young man's cell.

Inside Cell 8850, the young man sat in the back right corner of his personal "Housing Unit," which was another term for prison cell. The flourescent lights flickered suddenly as they started powering on, putting on some light for the guard to see him. Standing slowly from his seat on the cold concrete flooring beneath him, Nicholas turned around and placed his hands inside the yellow circles on the pale grey wall. Spreading his legs about two-feet outward, he lowered his head and closed his unusual eyes as he listened to the guard unlock the heavy-steel door. Seconds later, the guard started patting him down to check for any contraband items; which was followed by the guard slapping a set of shackles on him. Turning Nicholas around and grabbing him by the back of his tunic, the guard led him outside his cell into the cell block's main cooridor.

"Stay right there. the guard commanded as he turned to lock the cell up.

Opening his eyes, Nicholas saw a trio of red-dots on the front of his tunic aimed directly on his heart. The guards took extra precautions to make sure none of the captives tried anything funny. Many times Nicholas has witnessed some of the captives get hit by the electrode shells of the guns above. Enough volts to knock the person out cold without giving any dangers of death, something he would rather not feel. When the guard finally finished with locking up his cell, he grabbed the back of Nicholas's tunic and started escorting him towards the cell block's entrance. Though he didn't need to look, the young man felt the gazes of the others as they watched him willingly head towards the "Doctor's Office." A code-word for the injection room made up by the others in his cell block, which made sense in a way. They all had seen him walk there and back without the look of fear or pain; which made them weary him unfortunately.

"Grayeson, Nicholas. Being transported towards the infirmary as we speak, over." the guard instructed over his radio transmitter.

The mechanical doors' mass assortment of locks started undoing themselves which caused a lot of noise, which was followed by the louder swing of the doors. Stepping over the knee-knockers, the guard continued leading young Nicholas towards their destination. Countless times he had walked these halls, which allowed him to memorize the ways to the "Housing Units," "Doctor's Office," and the "Arena" easily. Why he memorized them he didn't know, because he knew no one would ever escape this place. Turning left, then right, then another right, and followed by another left; they finally came to the door leading into the Infirmary. A small chuckle emitted from the guard's lips as if he tried to hide it, which he failed since the injections enhanced his hearing close to a canine's. Sighing lowly to himself as the guard opened the door, Nicholas simply shook his head as they entered the sterile room.

Kayl watched as they took a man away. It wasn't surprising. He left every once in a while, and he figured it was to get medication or something. He bit at the bars, clawing as well, but of course not getting any slack in return. Giving in, he sat down on his bed, hugging his pillow to his chest and looking more than ever like a little kid.

"One more time, Schaefer," A guard stepped up to his cell, unlocking it and stepping in calmly, thinking Kayl wouldn't hurt him, "and you too, Enyo."

Little, innocent Kayl. Why would he hurt anyone he wasn't told to? He's just too gentle. Still, nonetheless, the guard went to slip cuffs on him.

"Enyo, huh? Well, Yoyo, you're gonna have to work with me here. It looks like we're going together, and I'd rather we both stay alive, so as soon as he opens your cell, go for it. Hope you're fast," his voice was barely a sound, but he figured she'd be able to hear him.

"Praying, huh, kid? Not what you usually do, but I guess since you just got a beatin' over that Spencer kid," the guard chucked, and Kayl tensed, eyes narrowing once more.

As he was led out, he nodded politely to the two guards with guns pointed at him, getting a barely-there nod back as usual. Kayl stood very still while the guard went to open Enyo's cell, and as soon as the door was fully open, Kayl desperately hoped the girl had good timing. He launched himself at the two guards with guns, thin but muscled legs pushing with several pounds of force against the hard floor and into his targets. Their guns of course went off, but he didn't pay any attention to that. He just knew that one barely missed him and the other grazed his arm.

Rowan sighed, watching a young man leave his cell. They would take him out every now and then for 'Medication', she wondered what they gave him. Rowan never thought about it too much, but she decided that if they took him out so often for medication, he must be incredibly dangerous. He seemed strong and agile, making her immediately think of a canine. She shivered a little at the thought of how powerful he may be.

When Kayl began telling her to run for it when they opened her door all she said was a very quiet, 'Okay'.

Closing her eyes as she heard the footsteps close to the cell bars, she then let them open and watch as he turned the key, she stepped forward and heard a, 'Very good, Enyo!' and fought the urge to roll her eyes.
She saw Kayl lunge at the two armed guards and ran out of her cell, knocking the one who was in front of the door into the bars on the sides, hearing a thunk she was satisfied that he was probably out cold, Rowan yelled, "Kayl, let's go!" and then managed to snag the keys and a gun from the man laying on the floor she ran toward another girl's cell and rather psychotically dug through the keys and looked around, knowing that someone would have heard the gunshots and everything and came running, frowning she found the right key and heard the lock click open, "Let's move!" She ordered like a drill-sergeant. Crap, what about the other guy... She thought back to where they had been leading him off to. "You two go, I'm going to try to find the other guy." She took off down the hall at her unnatural speed, zig-zagging pretty much. Grayeson... She thought, reading the signs and praying no one shot her back while she was running, knowing that is was definitely possible, she hoped Kayl and the other girl could get out before anything happened to them. Rowan had a bad feeling she wasn't going to make it out of there.

Rowan slid to a stop, her blond curls falling down her back, brown-gold eyes wide, there was one guard standing outside of the room, she froze, her posture making her look very much feline.
"Enyo." The man stared at her, awed a bit by the raw power and for him 'beauty' that seemed to glow around her like an aura. He looked a bit dazed.
During that second, he didn't so much as be smart enough to even reach for the gun at his side, snorting at his idioticness Rowan raised her stolen gun and pulled the trigger quickly once it was aimed at his head, she saw only for an instant the shock that registered on his face. She took another shot at his head just to be sure before she mentally slapped herself for being foolish and threw the door open, gun raised and said, "Grayeson, if I were you, I'd start running right fucking now!" She jerked her head toward the door that was wide open, she had spoken incredibly fast as she darted into the center of the room. So much had just happened in so little time that everything seemed to be very slow for her. Rowan heard people running down halls and stairs. Crap! She thought, panicking a little more. We're probably both going to die.

Kayl saw Enyo go running down the hall, searching for the man that had been led out of his cell before.

"Come on," he mumbled to the girl that had been let out of her cell, hearing footsteps from one side of the hall.

He made a clumsy dash after Enyo, one hand holding a gun while his other clutched where the bullet had grazed his arm, which was now bleeding quite profusely. He struggled to tear a piece of fabric from his shirt, breaking threads with his teeth, he finally got a strip, which he wrapped tightly around his arm. Kayl slid the handgun that he had been holding into his back pocket and thought for a moment of how handy the stone walls would be if he needed to hide quickly. He finally reached a door with a guard that had gotten a new 'face piercing' laying dead and bloody in front of it and assumed Enyo had been through here.

"Yoyo, it's Kayl. I'm coming in, okay?" Not waiting for an answer, he pulled open the door and stepped in, quickly taking in everyone and everything in the room, "Yoyo and What'syourface, we have to get out of here now, since we're kind of playing a little hide and seek with the guards and I think they've followed us down here. So yeah. Let's go!"