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Casper V.

An orphan running from his past, who is more then capable of holding his own.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Mr. Baneling Squishy

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Casper has no recollection of his past life. When he was young, a Cult had taken him because of his unique gift. They tortured him. The leader had labeled him a "Demon", using his birthpower as a means to make him a tool to boost the leaders own status, just because he existed with his power. Of course, to permanently boost it, this cult leader planned to kill Casper himself. But, somehow, at age 5, Casper escaped. He ran, and ran. And he kept running. But this cult leader, and his followers, they were no ordinary people. They were rich elite. They had ties everywhere. Casper, however, despite being on his own, somehow managed to survive, obviously using his gift.

He was born with 3 powers. All of them connected or similar in a way. First off, he can absorb energy from other living things. This energy can heal him, help him make weapons and tools of pure energy, and while draining energy, he can make them KO for being too tired and not enough energy. The next is that he can transmit energy into other people as well. This energy can be used to heal others, make their powers momentarily stronger, or sometimes he can use it to make them much faster, stronger, and more observant Finally, his third power. Normally, the third power would be some big one. But it isn't. His third one is that he can regenerate energy on his own. Nowhere near as fast as when he drains energy from others, but its something.

He typically wears clothes that will keep him from standing out in a crowd, like just some sneakers, a vest, shirt, jeans, and his backpack that he keeps under his vest. Everything he owns is either in his pockets, in his backpack, or is what he is wearing. He has never really found a place to settle. Which isn't much. Just a few knives and weapons and such for defense, a good amount of food, some water bottles, and a few notebooks. Those notebooks are about the only indication of his past, where he has been, what he remembers. They have been his solace and friends. He has never once relied on anyone else.

So begins...

Casper V.'s Story

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Casper V. was walking, sort of, down the street. It was walking, but he was constantly looking over his shoulder, making sure no one followed him. He proceeded onto Main Street, still keeping an eye out for anyone that might be after him. He didn't know who he was running from really, but he was trying to stay hidden while doing so.

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Casper V. had some dirt on his cheek that was somewhat concealed, considering he was trying not to look anyone in the eyes. He was continuing to walk when the man mentioned the people. He had sort of unfocused before, constantly looking, but unfocused.

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Casper V. then looked back, then just started running, without saying a word. The people after him were right there, behind him. He thought he had a little more distance. He was wrong. He then grabbed a man that was a little in front of the unknown man. Next thing anyone knew, he fainted, in the middle of the sidewalk, from exhaustion. Casper then ran. He ran much faster then before. His pursuers were definitely not lacking in exercise however....

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Casper V. could hear fighting. He looked back for a moment, and saw the other man beating up his pursuers. Any normal person would probably stop and watch from afar, or, at least thats what went through Casper's head, but Casper wasn't normal. He kept running. When there was a conflict, thats all he really knew how to do. Run.

He then however found two police officers telling him to hault. But he ran. Ran straight through them, draining them of all their energy until they were on the ground, fast asleep. But then, he felt a bullet pierce his leg, right as someone yelled "Stop". He looked back seeing a person with a gun behind the person who was helping him.

The bullet went straight through him. His leg was healing fairly quickly, but it hurt. He couldn't stand up just yet.

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Casper V. clearly was already healing when he was grabbed, because his leg was kicking and he was not in the best mood. His best mood involved being in a secure location in a dark area surrounded by easy to see surroundings and light.

Being picked up by a scarily fast man was not one of his most liked moments. Bullets were flying, more police were coming, and who knows who else would too. Casper needed to disappear. When he isn't running, he is making himself unseen. He then tried to get away from everyone basically.

"Let me go!" he exclaimed, kicking. Then, he put his hand on him, seeing if he had enough energy to let him escape fast enough.

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Casper V. was only semi listening. He was more concerned with getting away. When he finally comprehended what he was saying, he decided to go along. He was better then the people shooting at him, at least for now. He ran, still charged up from before, and bolted.

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Casper V. kept running. There was no way he would stop. Not for awhile. Its what he does. He runs. He then noticed the man behind them was no longer seen, and he finally slowed down, until he got under an archway by a door in the indent.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?"

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Casper V. really had no clue what he was doing. He just looked at him, analyzing, scanning, waiting for him to turn on him. He just observed them, since apearently there was two of them. He couldnt see it, but there was something about it. An essence of truth. Or hes an experienced liar. This could all be a plot to trick him into trusting him. He simply looked at him.

He reflected on all the other times people betrayed him, or tried to use him. All pain. He has no connections, no friends, nothing but what he can carry. No one even knew his name. Not even the people chasing him. Only him. Only him.

Well, this person did help him, so maybe he doesn't know who he is. He finally spoke a word, "Casper. Casper V." That was all he said. Nothing more, nothing less. He thought he saw people running in the buildings above and behind them, but decided not to mention it.

He still was being silent, up until he asked "Why are you really helping me?"

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Casper V. was puzzled when he said "Someone thought it would be a good idea. But once again, he was silent. Dead Silent. Clearly, there would have to be some prying if there was going to be any more answers in the near future. Thats when he saw more people moving within the buildings. Now, the gunman, nor the cult, could have amassed this many people this quickly. Which left only one possibility. Gang. Or, a large group of police randomly showing up.

He panicked when Kimo grabbed him, trying to pull away to no avail. He pulled him up onto the roofs. Which wasnt the greatest ideas, because there were 8 people there, 2 with automatic weapons.

He then noticed the roof behind them had about 5 more. Casper was scarred. Or, he looked scarred. But Casper momentarily looked into Kimo's eyes, and in Casper's eyes, was the clear indication of pain. Suffering. Neglect. And independence. He was filled with sadness. It was clear from the way he looked, behaved, and sounded that he has never truly relied on anyone ever. And that he has had some pretty horrible times.

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Casper V. looked around, panicking still. He clearly did not like to be held. When he was released, he saw a building. He also noticed a person nearby. He grabbed him, and he passed out right there in front of them as he took his energy. He ran, faster then before, and quickly slid through the door. He then, instinctively, ran into the stairwell, and hid. The stairs provided 3 different routes of escape and it would be hard to shoot him.

He was however somewhat tired. He was excessively using energy right now. He then looked out the door to see who was there, trying not to get noticed as well...

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Casper V. saw two men coming. So he decided to do what he did best. Run.

Of course, his version of running meant running much faster. He managed to get his hands on both of them, draining them till they had no energy left and passed out. A Third one came in, and he dispatched him the same, before going back up the stairs. Too many people were coming. He was running at incredible speed now. It was draining his energy more, but he had just charged up a little first. He ran. And ran fast. But he could hear the people behind them. He finally got onto this one floor, and exited on it. The 11th floor to be exact. He ran, looking for a fire escape.

Thats when one person spoke behind him. "Well, look who it is. Its the kid with a half a billion dollar bounty to bring him in alive...." He approached Casper, and Casper tried to grab him, but the grabbed both of his wrists, holding his arms up high to avoid him grabbing him. Whoever this guy is, that bounty told him about Casper's powers.

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Casper V. was drawing in one of his notebooks. He was sitting with a bank teller, trying to get a safety deposit box. He had coughed up a key for it, litterally, after his last "enoucnter", and now he was curious. He never knew his parents. or at least, he did not remember them. He had been taken from them at too young of an age.

People were coming and going, too many to count. he had to keep an eye out for any of them, and spotted a man comming in, not quite lookingthe same. But, then again, he did not know everyone, and maybe he was just nervous or something. He could not tell really. He figured it was the robotic arm that caught his attention really. It looked really cool.

He looked down, and realized he had drawn the man. He stuffed that piece of paper into a pocket, embarrassed about drawing a complete stranger. He moved back and looked at the door to the Safety Deposit Box desk, waiting for someone to arrive.

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Casper V. looked around. It all happened so fast. A large, loud noise blasted through the room. Casper looked up. He saw a man with a big ass gun. And the first thing taht went through his head was "I really wish I was taller". though it then occured to him he could hide easier, and he ducked down behind a desk, hoping the man did not see him. "why, of all times, did this have to happen now!" the thought kept playing through his head, panicked. He didn't even notive he began drawing again, teh cannon arm. Casper kept doing that, drawing without realizing. He looked around for help, and saw a teenager sitting on a bench, and a man hiding behind a pot. He was too terified to speak however, so he just hid.

And then he did something really bad by accident. His hand accidentally touched the cable to the phones, and in a panic, he accidentally used his ability and drained all the phones of their power. "uh oh..."

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Casper V. was now legitimately scared as he fired the next shot. This nervousness kept him drawing, over and over again. He had already drawn the entire bank floor, the man again, only scarier, much scarier, and a kitten, for who knows what reason. He actually had a talent with drawing, and if it wasn't for the fact he was being hunted, he could make use of it. He had hisback against some pillar, and udner a desk, making him completely invisible from view.

Until he accidentally hit a button. And it wasn't the bank's silent alarm.

It was the lcokdown to the vault. The entire vault sealed up. He was udnerthe safety deposit box desk, and safety was a concern. But this mgiht mean he would stay longer. Not to mention more police, and an alarm probably to the police.

Then Casper wondered if he would look over here. He huddled himself into the msallest possible position and hid, hoping he did not see him. "Please just take the teller's money" he kept thinking to himself. "As long as he doesn't try to open the Vault I am safe..."

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#, as written by Nevan
The Scientific Institute of Higher Learning

Or Sihl, as it was colloquially known, was a small, privately funded space-station constructed in a region of dead-space in the Orion Spur. It had no obvious military or strategic value and simply appeared to be some form of scientific facility that wanted to be kept out of the way of any official government involvement as much as possible. Legally, it was an institution focused around the care and continued study of a series of mental patients who had exhibited especially disturbing behaviour; higher learning referred to the tireless efforts of scientists and students alike to map and understand the nature of the mind and how it related to the 'paranormal' aspects of sapient behaviour - such as psychosis.

In reality, the 'patients' were not 'insane', but rather subjects who were gifted in the psychic arts. Demonstrating extraordinary mental abilities, these subjects were kept locked away where scientists had free reign to study their power without interruption or constant threat of legal ramification. It was a perfect setup; troublesome children and dangerous adults were removed from society and kept safe, while scientists had the opportunity to explore the psychic mind like never before. The downsides? Mistreatment, border-line physical and emotional torture, extreme stress for patients and what was essentially imprisonment.

Most didn't want to be there. But they couldn't leave.

The inside of the station had been modelled after early 19th century architecture. Large, sprawling ballrooms, dinner-halls, oak-furnished bedrooms and sitting areas all connected by hallways decorated by fantastic renaissance artwork. The modern scientific laboratories, testing facilities, staff-quarters, maintenance shafts, elevators and docks all existed behind locked doors, where strict security protocols and armed guards kept watch without the subjects barely knowing they were even there.

It was a prison designed not only to trap their bodies, but their minds. Many of them would barely recognize they were even in a space station - what with fake windows and highly sophisticated simulations of outside views keeping their fantasies alive.

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It was a bright, sunny evening. At least, from what the subjects could tell inside their mansion prison. Children, teenagers, adults; most were docile and drugged and all had a metal collar around their necks, ready to apply a dose of electricity to keep any no-gooders in check at the wish of a single, smartly-dressed doctor or staff member who were kept on site.

The dining hall's long table had enough spaces for fifty chairs running down each side, with one more on the end for the Director. A white cloth had been thrown over it, and a mouth-watering feast lined the middle, with lit candles, fine cutlery and plates laid out for each subject. "Come in, my friends," the elderly man urged, a crooked yellow smile gleaming at them as they were all led in to take a seat at their tables. "We have a fine dinner prepared this evening, as you can see. How have your days been? Well, I presume? Come now, friends, speak up!"

The bell to signal the beginning of the meal didn't ring until after the Director placed some of the delicious food on his plate, then began to tuck in.

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"Hold still!" Yelled the Doctor. Vallen struggled, growling through his teeth as he stumbled around the shuttle, and headbutting one of the nurses in his face before two armed men stepped in to hold his arms behind his back and subdue him.

"Subject 52, you would do well to remember that we respond to violence, and threats of violence, with extreme prejudice!"

"Go blow yourself, asshole!" Yelled Vallen, before he felt the needle in his neck. The liquid concoction began to fill his bloodstream, and as he peered out of the shuttle window he could see the hangar of the station fast approaching. They would land within seconds.

"You better not let me down," he murmured under his breath, before sleep overcame him.

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Scientific Institute of Higher Learning: Lab 13

Most subjects, or "patients" as the Doctors sometimes called them, probably in some sad attempt to morally justify what they were doing, would be in the dining hall right about now. But Casper had been taken for "Ability Development and Diagnostic Study", or ADDS. Basically, they wanted to learn how his powers worked, and if they could enhance it to suit their needs. He could create tools, weapons, and an assortment of things out of pure energy that he drains from things. What they were trying to do was develop his power forcibly in a way that made it so he could create things out of pure energy but not made of pure energy. Something that would last.

And so, their recent attempt involved a new procedure. Casper was strapped to a chair, and there were at least seven different needles jabbed into him to give him a sedative. His powers only worked if he was conscious and aware, so they couldn't drug him or anything during the experiments. They thought that maybe, if they tried giving him more....traditional psionic abilities, it would bridge the gap and allow them, or at least him and therefore them via the collars and other safety features they put in, to control his gifts.

One of the scientists in the observation room brought in a briefcase holding three full vials of a red liquid drug, and one empty vial. "Is that everything? Are we ready to proceed?" one of the scientists said to the other. "I thought the Director was supposed to observe this".

"You know him, he has to keep up appearances. Now, is the drug in place?"

"Yeah. Do we really have to keep the patient awake though?"

"His powers only work when he is conscious and mostly aware. We cant drug him unconscious or even dull him for this part".

"Isnt this drug known to cause spasming when people take it? And who is to say it will give him a power that wont give us a bridge?"

"We closely examined the drug, and spliced out the key genetic sequences. Yeah, thats right. Genetic sequences. Whoever made this drug, used someone's blood to do it. Over 100 inactive powers in his code. Anyways, shall we begin?"

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Casper was trying to break free of the restraints. Which is why he wasn't pulling on them repeatedly. That would just get him shocked, and sort of futile. Plus, he could barely move anyways, probably to make sure none of their eight needles full of sedative got knocked out.

That is when he felt something get injected into him. He felt weird, and his chest started beating louder it felt like. Then, he wasn't quite sure why, but he started shaking unontrollably. In the room around him, four guards held tranquilizer guns. The scientists were under the impression he might be able to drain all the energy from his collar, and to be fair they were right. BUt they wouldn't take any serious action on that until they knew for certain, and he still had some bleak minor hope one day he would escape.

But for now, his actions mainly consisted of screaming and spasming as the drug took effect.

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#, as written by Faithy
][OOC: Changed my character. Mostly the name and fixed up the profile. :P][

Sitting at a table with six other individuals, Alyssa attempted to focus on eating the slob the cooks passed off as food. It was revolting, but her stomach was betraying her by growling constantly. Sure, it looked good, but after everything they had done to her, the thought of eating something cooked by them pissed her off. Finally giving in, the red-haired female picked up the utensil and scooped up what was either oatmeal or mashed potatoes. Staring at it in slight irritation, the lithe teenager finally took a bite. Forcing herself to swallow, she felt her body shuddering slightly. Her already stick figure frame was slendering down even more and if it wasn’t for the ability to work out, she would probably be in really poor shape.

Shoving her fork into a piece of meat that was probably old and imitation, Callahan munched on it thoughtfully as several individuals were quick to answer the Director, though she just rolled her eyes. Over her time, she made a few friends with the staff and wondered if she could get information from them about what other things were going on and perhaps a way to get free for once. Finishing the slop on her plate, the seventeen-year-old climbed to her feet and grabbed it and her utensils before wondering where to take them. Was she supposed to keep them there? She for the life of her couldn’t remember what they normally did and that bothered her immensely. Paying no attention to anyone commenting towards her, Alyssa stepped towards a fair-haired staff member to converse with him. However, before she was able to reach the man, her left slender arm was grabbed by a butt-ugly, buck-toothed, whore-looking black haired woman.

“I don’t want any trouble, but I suggest you let go of me.”

“What ya gon’a do ‘bout it, skel’ton?”

Arching a brow, Alyssa stared the deranged woman down before shifting her attention back towards the staff, knowing at any minute she or the other woman could possibly be zapped. They were watching the two closely. It was obvious that if the crack-head attacked her first, she could easily dispatch the moron. Shifting her feet slightly so that they were shoulder width, Alyssa once again looked at the older woman, who others called Bertha.

“Unless you want to nurse a broken arm, you’ll remove your grimy fingers off my arm.”

Bertha let out a god-awful laugh that sounded like a donkey braying and dug her meaty digits harder into the orphan’s arm. Without wasting another breath, Alyssa grabbed a hold of piggy’s hand and as she removed it from her arm, squeezed together the fingers, grinding the bones as painfully as possible. Snapping around with her left leg, the fighter connected it against Big B’s side. Still holding onto bucky’s right hand the lithe female grabbed a nearby plate and slammed it against the woman’s face. Backing off, Callahan dropped the shattered pieces of the plate to the floor seconds before she felt a slam of electricity rampaging through her body. Gritting her teeth and dropping down to one knee, having almost managed to ignore the pain, Alyssa was extremely glad she hadn’t eaten a ton. Bertha previously known as Bartholomew cried like baby as she flopped around thanks to being zapped. Since the events happened in a blink of the eye, she managed to do quite a bit of damage before being shocked.

“I warned you to let go of me and now you know I wasn’t bluffing.”

Sliding back to her feet, she spit at Bertha’s feet as they pulled her away to get her looked at just in case the plate did any damage to her already disfigured face. Alyssa was also grabbed and moved back to her room. Before she could say a word, she was tossed inside with promises of her punishment to come. Snorting, the redhead sat down on her bed and crossed both legs beneath her, starting to mediate. This wasn’t the first time she had gotten into a fight with Bertha and despite her normally compassionate and innocent-like personality, the fat cow seemed to like to mess with her. Or perhaps it was because of that very thing. Either way, Alyssa was done letting the broad shove her around.

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#, as written by Akita
"She danced! And she's dancing! She danced again! And again, she will dance!" Shouted a shrill voice as a thin, pale-skinned, red-headed woman was led through the foyer of the dining hall. A stout man, ranging about the height of 5'7", held tightly onto the woman's arm, dragging her along as she pranced about, hopping through the hallways of the institution. It had been a while since she was sedated, and she was exhilarated to finally feel free once more from the drowsy feeling she got from the sedatives.

The man, who usually went by the name of Shenz, pulled her along more, and led her to a seat at the long table, where he assisted her with getting positioned properly in a chair. For a precautionary measure, he ensured that the woman was secured, wrapping a leather harness around her and strapping it to the back of the chair so that she was unable to leave the dining area until the entire group was dismissed.

"Ohhh, this is my favorite!" A common saying floated into the air as she stared down at whatever was sitting on her plate this time around. It was meal time, and it was the best time of the day - at least, that's what Tetri Plume thought. She couldn't be happier to get out of the padded room she had been recently relocated to, and she was even more ecstatic to see the faces of other patients.

Quick to dig in to the plainly oriented meal, she picked up an eating utensil and began to hastily consume all the pieces on her plate.

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After a while of sitting at the table and observing her surroundings, watching all of the other patients consume their own meals, it was time to get back to their rooms. They were dismissed according to ID number, and she was one of the last to be dismissed.

Tetri let out a small huff as she was release from the chair, she was led back down the hall to another room that wasn't quite what she remembered from her short time here. It certainly wasn't her new padded room, it wasn't anything even remotely familiar to the first cell she'd been brought to, and it sure as hell couldn't have been the therapist's office. Where was she, anyways?

Confusion engulfed her mind, and she instantly panicked. Her eyes shot open, widening at the atmosphere of the room and all of the foreign utensils sitting around a lone chair on metal shelves. The room was entirely white and mostly bare. The only thing aesthetically pleasing about the room was a large one-way mirror that was accented by a dull blue frame. A rush of fear bolted through her, and she backed away from the door, but was quickly caught by her escort.

"No! I won't let ya do this! Roger, I'm sorry! I never meant'ta hurt it! Sorry, sorry!" She screamed, her shrill voice echoing down the hallways of the institution.

A guard came around the corner to assist with pushing her into the room, but she Tetri fought against them the best she could. She kicked them both repeatedly, and swung her arms, hitting them all around their faces and shoulders.

"Stop it, girl," Shenz demanded, his gruff voice echoing into her eardrum.

"You think you're so smart," Tetri retorted, continuing to fight against them. The other guard finally grabbed a hold of her arms and crossed them behind her back. Still, the frail woman kicked at the two, sending a frenzy of force at Shenz's shin. She turned around and grinned when she felt him release her, but was struck with a sudden curse of dizziness as she she felt a slight pinch on the side of her neck.

With a small grunt, she fell forward into the second guard's arms, her vision slightly blurring at this point as the sedative began to take place. She could feel her body becoming limp, all of her weight succumbing to the drug and she was now motionless. Her foggy vision searched around the room as she was dragged over to the single chair and was hoisted onto it and then strapped into place.

Shenz recovered quickly from the kick and limped his way on over to the chair where he injected Tetri with another strong dose of the sedative, causing her to fall into an obscure abyss of oblivion. As she lay there, unconscious, she was equipped with a specific headgear that allowed her brain frequencies to be monitored, as well as dream patterns. She was also injected with another serum that initiated dream sequences to take place in her mind so that the research done on her could report a superlative wisp of information that would ultimately unleash her powers of mind control.

Her powers had only been witnessed twice, but never once by her own self. Tetri's powers were unknown to her, and when she was coaxed into this institution by a series of predatory doctors, she was told she would be able to channel this energy into something formidable, yet practical. What she didn't know, was that these people were using her for their experiments and that she would become a tool to them.

And although she was powerful, she was insane and ignorant. But it didn't stop her from dreaming. No one could stop her from dreaming...

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#, as written by Knosis
"Again." The doctor demanded of the girl.

The silver haired girl didn't even move. The target at the end of the range just suddenly had another hole about the size of a quarter in the middle of it. Her dead looking eyes kept to the floor, waiting for the order to repeat the test again. The probes and wires attached to her head made her look like a puppet on strings and the graphs were constantly monitoring her brain waves.

"Again."

Once again, a second after the order was given, a hole appeared. The order was repeated, the result was the same. Over and over this test was done, and she never grew tired of it, nor did she seem to care that it was essentially wasting her life punching holes in a piece of paper at the end of the 100 meter range. But she never missed.

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Dinner was served as it always was, and the girl sat in silence around the other 'patients' here. She spoke to no one, barely touched her plate. She was overly thin, and most could see the outline of her bones. She cared not of the people around her, of the food sitting in front of her, the constant runs of tests.

So when she finally looked up from her plate to the slurping boy down the way, it was odd she did reacted at all.

The spoon rose up out of the boy's hand and hovered in the air for a moment, perplexing the boy. Ruby tilted her head slightly and the spoon's thin end was stabbed into the boy's shoulder. Her handlers immediately were on her with the sedatives, poking the needle into her neck. But even before she fell into the hazy state, everyone could see in her eyes she did not care.

She didn't have a purpose of injuring the boy. She had no ill will towards him. She hadn't even cared that he was slurping his food.

She just did not care at all.

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When he felt the floor move under him, Vallen woke from his slumber and mumbled something incoherent. He tried to raise his hand to wipe some drool from the side of his mouth, but discovered that his arms were bound behind his back and he could not move. Confined to a strait jacket and placed in a wheelchair for the purposes of getting him to his destination, a team of six handlers escorted him through the hallways of the furnished interior of the institution, the wheels of his chair rolling over the varnished wooden floors and occasional rug. His eyes tried to focus on the painted portraits lining the walls, but he found himself too disconnected to do anything but glance at them in passing.

Eventually, he heard the sounds of chatter grow in volume - and the distinctive clatter of knives and forks against plates through an open doorway. Eventually, the wheelchair was brought to a stop just outside and one of the Doctors stepped inside the dining room to address the Director.

"Director, we have him," he spoke with a nod.

"Good! Bring him in, let him meet his new family for a moment before his processing!" The Director replied with a cheerful clap of his hands.

The wheelchair was suddenly wheeled into the room, where Vallen suddenly felt quite a few pairs of eyes focused on him. He didn't bother to move, or speak, he just raised his chin and peered at them for a moment. Four of the five men stood around him were armed with sub-machine guns and the fifth held a metal briefcase containing syringes of 'medicine'.

"This, as you will come to know him in the future days and weeks, is Subject 52; or Vallen, if you prefer," the Doctor spoke with a slight smirk. "Quite infamous in our community, since for the past several years he was an escapee. A fugitive. But now he's back under the watchful, caring eye of the staff here at the Scientific Institute of Higher Learning and serves as a reminder why we must remain here at the institute not only for our safety, but the safety of the public. Is he docile, Doctor?"

"He is. We've pumped him with quite a few milligrams of relaxant, plus we've installed a shock-collar as a precaution. He won't be doing any harm here," the Doctor replied.

"Good," the Director grinned. "But I want two armed men and a doctor never more than ten metres away from him at all times. Understood? Anyway, get him out of here. Don't worry, friends, we'll be able to meet him properly at this evening's Free Time in the common room. Let's get back to eating, shall we?"

The dinner continued as normal, and eventually would end - each respective subject being taken back to their rooms for a few hours of rest and recuperation.

-

Roughly three hours later, as the fake, simulated windows showed the sun dipping into the horizon, the common room was opened for the subjects. It was a huge, sprawling library with comfortable seats, several recreational tables and, of course - thousands of books. Under the watchful eye of staff, the subjects at the Institution would be allowed in for exactly two hours of recreational activity and socialization.

Vallen was already there, before even the first. The three men assigned to him stood well back, and the young man himself seemed to be strolling the bookshelves with care, trying to find what looked like it could be an interesting read. He wore a padded, full-bodied suit - similar to the strait jacket of earlier, but his arms were no longer locked together and he had free reign of movement. The collar rose high, clearly hiding something around his neck, though he didn't seem too discomforted by it.

"When are the others arriving?" Vallen asked, out of casual curiosity.

"They're due any minute," the Doctor replied, not seeming to care for the conversation.

"So why am I already here, exactly?" He asked, as he slid a book from one of the shelves and opened it straight to the middle.

"Gee," the Doctor replied, sarcasm in his voice, "I can't imagine why the Director wanted to keep you away from a crowded hallway."

"Fine. I was just asking."

Suddenly the door opened and subjects began to enter, free to spend their time in any of the available ways.

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