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Dusk

"You never know how much you appreciate something until it is taken away"

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a character in “The Outside”, as played by Shané

Description

(Will add sample of my writing tomorrow, that is if you aren't sick of it from The Lab, Quarantined and Beneath Our Feet. ;) lol)

Name-
Was once Sasha Marten, however now that she has changed she prefers Dusk.

Age/Gender- 18, Female

Mutation-
Dusk is now a feline mutant. Due to her cat abilities, she now is extremely flexible, and stealthy. She can move about a room almost with no one noticing her. She also has night vision and enhanced hearing. She does not have the ability to morph or change into her animal. Also due to the experiment her previously brown eyes turned an extremely unnatural green. She also has a mind ability and can feel the emotions of those closest to her, though only the main ones. Re-tractible claws are a new enhancement

Weaknesses:
Dusk herself is very weak physically, and her nature makes it hard for her to react violently. Also due to her ability to feel others emotions any pain they are inflicted with also hurts herself. This also affects how she defends herself, she can't hurt another person without hurting herself.

Descripton-
Dusk is very slender and is quite weak physically. Her skin is very pale and it's porcelain colour stands in stark contrast to her jet black hair. Her hair is dead straight, and is very long reaching down to her hips. Her eyes are her most striking feature. They are a dark, yet slightly luminous green, and always seem to be seeing more then just what is visible, but more into your soul. This is partially due to her mutation. When it is night her eyes also change and become more green, and intricate lines of green curl around them, this is only when she uses her night vision however. Her lips are quite slender and are a pale pink colour. Dusk's face is also very narrow and almost all her features are quite delicate, with the exception of her eyes. Dusk is also known for her style in dress. She usually wears dark colours, and when she was caught she was wearing a long black dress, in a almost gothic style. It has no sleeves and reaches to her ankles. Her figure was almost hour-glass when she arrived however now she is very thin and you can see a few bones.


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Personality

Dusk is usually a very quiet person and also very gentle. She prefers to be an observer rather than someone who imputs. She can also be stubborn when something is going on that she finds obherently wrong. This often gets her into trouble. Dusk also has a soft spot for broken people, and finds herself alligning herself with those she deems to be strong characters with a sense of mercy. She is quite a complicated personality and can be two different people to those she likes and those she hates. While she is shy and gentle around those she loves, Dusk can be a silent, stony figure when angered. Rather then lashing out with a tongue, Dusk contents herself with piercing looks and stony expressions to those who anger her.
Dusk also has touble forgiving those that hurt her badly, she has had bad experiences in her past which make her like she is.


Fears:
Dusk is naturally a rather fearful person, so she has many fears. Obviously her main one is for going back to the lab, however her second and probably main one is also the fear that Amp will get hurt. She has a soft spot for him, though she is not sure if he is interested. Another fear is of being locked up. This is not limited to the lab, any situation she can't get out of will scare her. Probably her most unhealthy fear is that she will not be good enough, or useful when her friends most need her, which naturally she fears will be soon.

History

Dusk only came to the lab after escaping from one of the richer houses in the town. She had come desperate for food, and her dress already ripped and torn in places. After arriving she was shot, and that is the last she can remember.
Her family ras one of the wealthier, though being wealthy did not mean happy. Her mother was usually too busy organising affairs to be too bothered with her daughter. Her father, she never saw. While she was at home, she fell in love with another, yet he left her for another girl. With a broken heart and an unhappy past, Dusk decided she would leave, and search for another life. Unfortunately, being rich she had no clue of survival, and was forced to beg the neighbouring facility for food...
That was to be her last mistake.
After that she was taken to the lab. There she was given cat DNA and turned into Dusk, rather than Sasha Mortan. After briefly escaping the guards, she met Amp. From then on, Dusk stayed close to him. Soon they met up with another group of mutants, Kyra, Nudge, Ash, Matt, Cannon and Emvee. Cannon went missing during the escape, though the others made it out of the Lab. Out of the lot of them, she is closest to Amp, and also to Kyra who saved her life on a nunber occasions. Dusk also quite likes Nudge, finding him quiet and also finding that she can half speak to him through emotions. As for Matt and Ash, she doesn't know them too well, though she certainly counts them among her friends. Emvee however she doesn't know what to think of and Fang...well she doesn't like him at all.



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So begins...

Dusk's Story

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Dusk started as she heard Mat's voice.
"Dusk, come on. Everyone's at the hospital, we'd better go find them... Before someone realizes what we are...."
Dusk's brow furrowed, as she attempted to get a grip on the situation. They were in hospital???
"What happened?" As a sudden worried thought flew through her mind "How's Amp?"
Some emotion coming from Mat bashed against the thin, mental barrier she kept between them. She frowned, he was struggling with a strong emotion. There were only three emotions that could carry that much weight; hatred, pain, anticipation or sorrow. The first three didn't seem to fit Mat, the last one possibly. She would have checked it, however since discovering her ability, she had resolved not to use it on her friends as a matter of privacy. That is unless there was an emergency.
Not wanting to reveal that she may have picked up on his private emotions, Dusk stayed silent, though a hint of worry gnawed at her.
"Is everyone okay?" she asked tentatively, unsure if the emotion truly was sorrow, she wanted to know. She came forward slowly. "Matt? What happened to Ash? I heard her screaming…"
She stopped, aware that the topic might be sensitive. By now she was close.

"Mat?"

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Dusk let out a shriek as "Mat" drove her into the ground, temporarily driving the wind from her lungs. She was quickly pinned under his weight and she felt her thin startled breaths quicken. She immediately froze up, her limbs going cold and brittle. She refused to move only allowing her weak chest to rise and fall in quick irregular succession. Her upturned face was gazing at "Mat" in a mixture of horror and fear, her dark green eyes silent and pleading. His dangerous, red irises stared back, bold and bloodthirsty. Her face was startled with a mixture of shock, yet she forced herself to look past "Mat" rather than at him. She kept her mouth firmly closed, her mouth was dry anyway and would be useless to talk with.
"Why'd you do that, Dusk? We really do need to go find the others...There was no reason to run....."
The voice that emanated from Mat's features was his voice, yet it seemed inviting and seductive, quite unlike Mat's personality. Her breathing slowed slightly, and she started to calm down as she listened to his honeyed words, yet her mind screamed at her to get up. It hurt to lie there, his hatred and ambition burned and she struggled to re-enforce her thin, weblike barrier against his emotions. The heat of the emotions was like burning coals, and lessened the comforting tone of the voice to some extent, though Dusk found her reason slip from her as the barrier became strong. She half wanted to believe "Mat", yet the battering against her mind was a continuous reason to be wary.
Suddenly something cold and hard slid itself along her side, and all irrational thoughts of safety were washed away as the unforgiving blade touched her. She shivered involuntary, though remained motionless, her eyes distant and unfixed in an attempt to forget about the current situation. She felt like a deer in headlamps, unable to make her limbs move, though completely aware of the danger she was in. No one was close enough to hear her scream if she so desired, she had been informed of that from her position in the tree.
Her tongue finally came loose.
"What do you want with me?" she asked shakily, her eyes now firmly fixed on his face. Her lips were the only movement she made, in hope that a lack of a struggle meant perhaps more chance of leniency from whoever the person that claimed Mat's form was. So she remained decidedly motionless, her eyes watching intently, awaiting his next move.

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It was difficult to follow a path of hard pavement when there were so many distractions on the sidelines. Mainly, sounds and smells. The mutant had slowed his pace and come into a stop when a faint yell traveled to his ears.
It would seem that this forest had very active squeakers. It was a shame he hadn't seen any but, with a flare of his nostrils and short-lived deep breaths, he recognized a very evident and familiar smell; that of metal.

It was not only a scent that was abundant in the laboratories and experimentation rooms, but it had been there every time he ate the biped sentients. When he was freed briefly to gain a bite or two of food. Among the stench of fungus and wet wood, iron was pretty easy to detect for him.
A hurt prey? A carcass?

Perhaps unconsciously, Splitface had diverted from his previous destination. Instinct was guiding his legs; instinct and hunger. The enormous claws opened as the monster crawled through the leaves and under the shadows of the great looming trees. Each face's exposed teeth where lightly parted, giving way to the very soft clicks that vibrated in their throats. The dead flora cracked under the weight of each of the torso's arms and the monster's hairy scorpion legs as he stalked through the foliage.
The smell was getting stronger, and so where the whispers that dimly bounced through the woods. The mutated siameses couldn't see them, however, but he could detect the vibrations that their movements and even heartbeats released.

What they were talking about he didn't know nor care, but one of them was bleeding and that was enough gain. Although, again, his crappy vision wouldn't let him see past an arm's length, soon enough he could make out the outlines of their shadows in the distance.
Not long after, he heard the crunch of the foliage under the feet of one of the sentients dim away, although his eyes deceived him and left the lingering black bulge until his vision adjusted.
Yes, the sickly one will do.
Splitface had learned from his last experience not to wait too long, though, and as the vibrations from the other biped softened, he made his move.

The mutant slowly crawled out from under the trees, tail slowly beginning to curl and raise behind him.
Their jaws parted as the torsos pushed themselves off the ground and straightened up as he stalked towards the bleeding female. Truthfully, the only thing they could see was the girl's skin and the red iron-scented liquid. Her hair and clothes were swallowed by the rest of the shadows that even six eyes could not make clear sense of.
Splitface's noses wrinkled; blood was not a smell they particularly liked at all, but the body fluids this female held would be more than satisfying.

The large scorpion's sting practically twitched with excitement the nearer he was to the laying biped, and effectively their mouthparts poked out; saliva sliding from the bristled, carapaced appendages and onto their deformed chins, claws readying themselves to violently clasp around the light-skinned female's small body.

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Dusk stiffened and let out a thin cry of protest as the knife dug into her side. After that she kept her mouth closed in a thin hard line, though her green eyes couldn't hide the pain.
"What do I want?" "Mat's" face contorted into a harsh smile as his dark laugh rang forth. Suddenly he changed. His face was angular and proud, his harshness of features made Dusk draw back. The blood red eyes were blood thirsty and her heart rate quickened at the sight of his dangerous person.
"I enjoy hearing pain, Dusk. It is as simple as that. I love the sounds of agony, and fear. Blood is the ocean to me. A beautiful sound, the sound of rushing blood." He leaned in close to her ear, she flinched at his malicious tone before he continued. "You are lucky that I need you to pass something on for me..."
Suddenly the knife slid down her side, and she gritted her teeth trying to keep herself from crying out. He didn't stop there, soon her side was covered in small and delicate incisions, each one felt like tongues of fire, yet not deep enough to allow her to go unconscious. Her face whitened significantly as each incision was made until it was no more then a deathly parlour. Her breath came in small gasps and her chest fluttered like a dying bird. Her claws unsheathed instinctively, yet they were held under her body.
"You will tell those friends of yours that We are after them. The chase has only begun-We will have all of you in Our chains before long. You will belong to Us."
Suddenly he grabbed her and forced her to stand. She swayed a bit, as the man plunged the knife in even deeper to her side. She let out a shriek, before he roughly shoved her forward.
"Big white building, can't miss it. Lots of flashing lights."
Then he stalked off. She fell against a nearby tree to keep herself upright. Blood was starting to pool down her side through her cut corset. She ripped one of the many layers of her skirt before tying it tightly around her waist. Her hands shook, but she was determined to stay calm. Amp and the others had been through so much worse, there was no point giving in. Beside she had to warn them. As much as she wanted to defy whoever the man was, the rest needed the warning. She was lucky to be alive, if she met him again she doubted she would last very long.
She was about to move on when a dark and large shadow came into her sight. Scared lest the man had come back, she glanced up quickly.
A huge mutated scorpion stood over her bleeding form, and in the terror of the moment Dusk screamed. Finding herself once again in a situation she couldn't fight in, Dusk took her normal option: She ran. Her side gave her continuous pain and sharp spikes of it dug into her causing her to groan, yet she dared not stop. She gulped in long draughts of air, desperate to keep herself ahead of her second hunter. Again she started to stumble, she prayed it was far behind her, not daring to look around. If that man wanted her to give a warning, he might have wanted to make sure she would tell it, it seemed she had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. It did not feel good.

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Before the claws could even clamp around any part of the female's body, she screamed, and the high-pitched sound hurt the mutant's ears and his heads let out loud shrieks of annoyance, resounding in two different deep-toned voices from each of the siameses. With the dark-haired girl's screech still making their ears hurt, Splitface's sting swiftly lashed towards her. Though she had already set off and thus it missed and pierced into the soil.
Emitting noisy stridulations, they didn't even wait a second to follow after the biped. Damn it, they will have food!

Although struggling not to completely crash into the trees or fall thanks to the thick roots springing out of the earth, the female's blood and movement gave her away loud and clear despite their near-absolute blindness at this time of the night.
They did, however, stamp against a young and thin tree-trunk their senses had failed to detect in the middle of his path as they galloped, and it's rough texture had hit straight in the two oculars that sprouted in the middle of their twisted flesh. With a snarl, both their right arms slashed at the oversized stick, leaving rather deep scratch marks on the bark but lacking the accuracy to break it.
A small distraction, but no matter. Even if they barely even felt the vibrations of the girl, their prey had left a trail of blood behind her, and its nasty metallic smell would be more than enough to lead them to her no matter where she hid.

Their large claws clasped shut and Splitface's tail lowered to the ground once more as the siameses sniffed at the air and poked out their pincer looking appendages that stretched out of their subtly parted lips, twitching and doing slow, mechanical movements before they folded back inside their mouths with rattling hisses and blood-curling growls that vibrated in their only thorax in several different pitches and tones that both of the faces released. Not long after, the mutant picked up his pace into a trot to both avoid losing track of the female's scent and to be able to be more conscious about their excessively unfamiliar surroundings, all four arms and pair of claws lightly stretched to their sides and hands scraping the surface of any tree, rock and ascended hills around the woods, never ceasing their deep sniffs or irritated snarling for a second.

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Dusk had ran into a side street, and here she was forced to stop her side giving her sharp spikes of pain. She glanced down and grimaced at the drying blood coating her hands. Her black corset was now a dark almost black red on her right side, and she was struggling to keep calm and stop the dizziness from overwhelming her. Her face was extremely pale, with her vibrant and unnatural green eyes staring out from the ghostly face. A wisp of her straight black hair blew into her face, tickling her features. The rest of it hung past her waist. Another wave of dizziness enveloped her as she struggled to remain upright and her vision blurred slightly.
"Excuse me! Do I know you?"
Dusk started looking up at a boy a little younger than herself. He had longish, brown hair and brown eyes, the eyes being the most important thing as they were not red. There was something about him that seemed a little familiar, and that immediately put her on her guard. To him, she would be Sasha Morten, who she would assume had been reported missing. She stared at him before her mind suddenly clicked. He was from her old middle school. Old? She scoffed at herself slightly. Technically she should still be going there, with this year being the last.
Her mind finally registered that he had asked a question, she started to walk towards him wincing as her side decided to flare up once again.
"I think we went to the same middle school before…" she stopped as a rather confused expression flittered over her features. She couldn't tell him what happened. "Sasha Morten" she choked out softly, before taking in a sharp breath.
"I need to get back to the hospital" she gasped, her eyes glazing over somewhat. Amp.

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”Out?.....now?...Told you needed to calm down....I know...but get out now...?"
Dusk heard his confusing conversation, and stared into his blue eyes. One was slightly darker than the other, and Dusk realised that they were talking to each other.
"Yes. Now." Dusk said firmly, shuddering slightly as the thought of what the stranger in the forest might do to Amp if she didn't get him out of here. Suddenly his head dropped forward, resting against his shoulder. She let out a small cry as he leant against her bad side, but he was completely out.
"Amp?" she asked softly, worrying changing the pitch slightly. No. He couldn't black out now. Not here. She tried to move him, but in her current state only managed to hurt herself more without moving an inch. Her back leant against one of the hospital beds, and she learnt her head against one.
"Oh Amp not now" she whispered, wrapping her arms around his limp form. He was so thin and weak, she needed to get him out of here. She had spent too much time with the boy earlier which she couldn't afford. She had no idea what time the stranger might come for them, however he didn't seem to give the impression of dawdling. She needed to find the others and warn them, but she seriously did not want to leave Amp with these people. If he woke and she was gone, he might freak out.
She shifted slightly, wincing as the pain, before settling back down. Whatever happened she would stay with Amp. It concerned her however that Nudge, Faith, Ash and Matt would also be here, and unwarned. She was about to press the call button, when something stopped her. It was the pounding of an army helicopter overhead. Her blood froze.

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Amp/Blast slid off her onto the floor with a small sigh. One of their weak hands clutching at her skirt, she was about to move when a voice interrupted her.
”Looks like he had a fit. Scared of needles isn’t he?...I can both of you out of here. Without getting any of the doctors attention. That’s what you need isn’t it?”
Dusk started before looking up. The man blocked the door, instantly sending a small wave of panic. She forced herself to calm down, before weakening her barrier to block emotions. After the stranger in the forest, she wasn't going to take the risk. As soon as she relaxed it, the satisfaction of the man's emotions confirmed her suspicions he was planning to get them out of the hospital, but not where she wanted to go. Automatically she found herself tensing up, but she forced herself to give the pretence of being calm. In her current state there was no possibility of escaping, and causing a fuss would end up in more injuries. There was really no hope of her getting away from him, but maybe Amp?
"It's only me that needs to get out…He's my brother from the past, before I was changed" she forced herself to give off the impression that she was recounting the past, and trying to be cryptic, while still giving the idea that Amp was normal, while herself was different. "He needs to stay, he got injured and they aren't looking for him."
She added the last bit to ensure he would understand what she wanted him to. Hopefully he wouldn't pick up on her lie. The problem now was that she couldn't resist, as that would give away the fact that she knew. Her heart was beating way too fast for her liking, and she was struggling to keep her claws in. She slowly stood, taking in a sharp breath as her side flared, before gently removing Amp's hand from her skirt. She wanted to talk to him before she left, however with the stranger in the room, she dared not. She couldn't lift him, so she arranged him carefully on the floor, hoping the nurses would find him and help him back onto the bed. She kissed him gently on the forehead before moving over to the stranger, it was all she could do to keep herself from running. She kept her hands hidden in the remaining folds of her skirt to hide her blood stained hands and the claws which were continuously sheathing and unsheathing.
"We can go now" she said attempting to keep her voice level and calm, though if one was attuned to her voice you could hear the strain.

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"It's only me that needs to get out…He's my brother from the past, before I was changed…He needs to stay, he got injured and they aren't looking for him." He held in a laugh, the girl was obviously trying to save the boy. She was letting herself be captured and was going to leave her brother here? He could tell by her answer that she knew and trying to show that this brother of hers knew nothing. But if he were normal, there wouldn’t be the mess in the room, he wouldn’t look just skin and bones, and she would be would be terrified, cowering like mutants normally did.

"We can go now" She had arranged the boy on the floor where he lay and stood, walking over to him. Her hands were clutching at her skirts and she was obviously trying to hide pain. He could see it in her eyes that she was holding back the pain, he had seen that look on countless faces and knew whenever someone was in pain. He nodded with a smile, grabbing her arm, holding it tight but to others he was merely escorting her out of the room. He led her down the halls. ”You know your little speech meant nothing. Someone is collecting him now also. Even if he isn’t changed, all witnesses are taken care of. He spoke in a low voice, quiet enough so only the girl he held firmly would here. He smirked and nodded to one of his guards he passed in the hallway, tilting his head in the direction of Amp’s room.

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Dusk felt the man gab her slender wrist in an iron grip before leading her down the hallway. It was all she could do not to attempt to jerk it out of his hold. Not that she would be able get it out anyway, he held it so tight. She swallowed the pain and continued down the hall, that was until he whispered in her ear.
”You know your little speech meant nothing. Someone is collecting him now also. Even if he isn’t changed, all witnesses are taken care of.”
Dusk stiffened at his words, her face paling further. If it wasn't going to help Amp, she was going to put up a fight. She wasn't some lamb ready to be slaughtered, she was going to give him trouble even if she couldn't avoid getting hauled back to the lab. She immediately dug her heels into the ground in an attempt to stop herself moving, it didn't do much beside cause him to have to try harder to drag her, which just looking at his size wasn't much of a hindrance at all. She was starting to panic now, she still didn't have much clue of what happened in the lab due to her only being there for around a few days, however from the look of Amp, Dusk didn't want to find out. Finding herself dragged way too close to the door of the hospital for her liking, Dusk made a quick decision. Her left hand was still held in the man's iron grip, however she had her right free. Hitting him wasn't an option, she didn't have the strength. It hurt her side just trying to resist, so she wasn't so big on the idea of using her arm to strike him. Instead, she grabbed his shoulder with her right hand before releasing her sharp claws into his flesh. Without hesitation she dragged her claws all the way down his arm, five thin lines of blood showed their face as her five small daggers delivered the damage.
She could feel his pain sweep through her barrier and she let out a small cry, just resisting the urge to hold her arm, even though it was not her own that was hurt. What was the use of her claws, if she couldn't even use them without hurting herself? Her only consolation was that her barrier blocked a majority of the pain, while the stranger that held her would have none of that relief, thin though it was.

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His hand kept a firm grip on the girl, feeling barely any resistance to her digging her heels in the floor to try and stop him. She was obviously weak and still trying to resist? He almost sighed, why didn’t they just come nicely? It was always more work than needed to be done when they resisted so much. Then sharp pain sprouted from his shoulder and raked down his arm. Blood began to well up in five straight lines. He caught the girls hand and twisted her wrist tightly, almost to the point of breaking it. His jaw was clenched from the fire that was going through his arm, but he didn’t cry out. No, he was too used to pain to cry out as something as simple as feeling that a dagger was sliced across your skin. He noticed the girl’s nails, claws rather, as they sheathed themselves and he chuckled.

He paused as a woman came up to him. Blonde curls, slender figure and oddly, deep red eyes. That through up the first red flag for him. Mutants normally got the eye colors that were uncommon ad unusual for normal, red being one of them. "Excuse me, these two are my patients...Just what are you intending to do with them?" He took a glance down at the girl he had collected. Then back up at the woman, but someone else caught his eye and he almost cussed outright. Caine was there; he had found out and was going to take the mutants first. Then he laughed and looked down at the woman in front of him. ”You and I both know that they aren’t true patients Camelion. Tell Caine to leave my Lady’s mutants alone got that?”

He got all but one step before another showed up. "Come on kid, your parents are here to take you home. Where it's safe." He looked the boy over; he was small, thin and strangely looked like the one Camelion was impersonating, and the face features seemed to add more to his assumptions. ”I think you have the wrong child. This one is not a patient.” He held up her wrists, expertly keeping her bloodstained nails out of view, and showing the employee of the hospital that she didn’t have the necessary bracelet designated to patients. ”Don’t worry she is in good hands. Hopefully she won’t end up back in here.” He smiled to the boy and walked out through the sliding doors with Dusk, hoping that his other guards had gotten others and this was all they were going to take to Carmine.

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The stranger suddenly grabbed her right wrist gripped it so tightly she let out a startled cry. If he applied anymore pressure she was sure he would break it. He seemed to have no other reaction to her clawing his arm though, and he continued to half-drag, half escort her to the door.
"Excuse me, these two are my patients...Just what are you intending to do with them?"
Dusk twisted her neck, hoping beyond hope that she might be rescued. There was a tall blonde woman, and for the briefest moment Dusk thought the fates might have smiled at her, and then she saw the eyes. The dark, dangerous red. Surely not. Her side ached instinctively as she saw those eyes. She almost let out a moan but managed to keep herself silent, though she had no doubt the stranger had recognised her. Now she was unsure of who she wished to go with, if she even had a choice. Both of them had dark motives, but which was worse? Obviously the crimson eyed stranger wanted to torture her, but the other was unknown...
”You and I both know that they aren’t true patients Camelion. Tell Caine to leave my Lady’s mutants alone got that?”
Dusk shuddered. Both of these people knew exactly what she was and it seemed that they weren't allies.
"Come on kid, your parents are here to take you home. Where it's safe."
The voice was kind and Dusk automatically tried to take a step towards him before the man jerked her wrist up to show the man, just managing to keep her bloodstained nails out of view.
”I think you have the wrong child. This one is not a patient."
She gave the man a panicked look, her bright green eyes begging him not to buy it.
”Don’t worry she is in good hands. Hopefully she won’t end up back in here.”
Dusk finally found her voice.
"Please, don't let him take me…" but the words were too little too late as the man dragged her out the door. She turned her face to she his hard unfeeling one.
"Just let me go"
She started to struggle, putting up as much of a fight as she could muster, before letting out a shriek as her side pained her.
"Please"

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He barely gave the girl a glance as he half dragged her outside. "Just let me go" The naive girl tried struggling against him. He laughed as she let out a scream. By her movements he could tell her side was wounded. "Please" He smirked at the whimpered plea. ”You’re not going anywhere. You’re our property now, I can’t just let you go.” He walked over to the guards that had stayed outside the hospital, making sure no one found the hounds by accident.

He bound the girl’s hands, and handed her over to the guard. ”She’s wounded, but still resistant. Sedate her if you have to.” He gave a ruthless smile to her and turned to head back into the hospital, while the guard that now held her, held her bonds firmly, making sure she wasn’t about to get away easily.

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They felt Dusk’s skirt leave their grasp and let out a small whine in response. They were being left alone again. They didn’t want to be alone, especially since they were almost unconscious. They heard voices, a man’s voice as Dusk was taken away, then more as people seemed to be arguing. He instinctively flinched, when people argued, someone got hurt, and it was more likely going to be him. Then he heard others coming into his room and he forced his eyes open. There was a man there, who seemed to be fending off another. He was confused as this other was first a woman, then a man. Whoever it was, they had red eyes and he instinctively coiled up. He pulled back against the wall in him normal, feeble attempt to get away from the man.

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”You’re not going anywhere. You’re our property now, I can’t just let you go.”
The words made her freeze for a second before he forced her closer to another man, obviously there to help him. He pulled out a thick piece of rope and forced her hands together before deftly binding them. Every prospect of getting out of her predicament left her as her freedom was lost. He shoved her roughly over to the guard.
”She’s wounded, but still resistant. Sedate her if you have to.”
The word sedate made keep still as the man grabbed her bound hands, holding them tightly enough to deter any escape attempt. Then the previous man left her and she found herself completely vulnerable and helpless as she was forced to wait. She gave a violent tug at the cords, before gritting her teeth and forcing herself to stay still. She was shaking badly, desperately wanting to get away, yet the blood loss had started to take it's toll and a wave of dizziness past over her. She let her head fall forward, her long black hair falling over her face, concealing her pained expression.
Soon the feeling passed, and a growing impatience overtook her. Better to get sedated then to stand by idly as they took her. Besides, if fate smiled she may get something from it.
She immediately yanked her hands as hard as she could away from the man, only succeeding in bruising her wrists, but she refused to be still. She kicked the man hard in the leg, though the damaged was lessened by her bare feet. As she continued to struggle, the scabs that had formed on her side re-opened, and the blood slowly seeped out. Another on slaughter of dizziness came as her struggles weakened. She needed to lean on something, yet there was nothing near by. The world tipped crazily before her legs collapsed and she fell backwards, her limbs going limp.
Her vision blacked out as she lost consciousness.

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Nathan was tempted to take a step back as Carmine stiffened at his direct approach. He forced himself to stay still, not wanting to show signs of weakness. The dark eyes flashed with dangerous and rather arrogant anger, her black hair setting off the feeling nicely. Nathan stiffened instinctively, awaiting whatever punishment Carmine could think of, before the fire in them died down somewhat. Oh, it was still there but lessened by something, held back.
”Eriyk is coming with them. They should be here soon as long as there were no complications.”
He nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat, forcing himself to calm down. Something had pleased her enough to let him off the hook this time, he might not be so lucky next time. In fact, he could assure himself he would not be let off so easy next time.
To be quite honest, the potency of his previous anger had scared him, and Carmine's words and the smirk seemed to be re-kindling it's flames. Once again he found himself restless, waiting for his chance to do something, to hurt them. Learning from his previous mistake, Nathan was quiet, however his anticipation was growing.


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Dusk awoke to the feeling of something moving beneath her. Automatically she tried to get up, finding herself intolerably bound to something. Glancing down, Dusk felt sick. It was fur, matted fur. She was tied to some sort of mutated beast. She tried to struggle briefly before the thing growled beneath her. Automatically she fell still, taking in quick breaths of air in order to calm herself. Her side had hence scabbed over, and no longer pained her as much. She wondered how long she had been out, and she shivered in spite of herself. The pounding beneath her of the mutts footfalls felt deafening to her ears, starting to form a headache. Her wrist hurt where they had been bound, yet she barely noticed the cut off circulation as her anxiety grew. She twisted her head in order to get some bearing of where she was and who she was with. Two other mutts ran a little further behind, though their occupants she couldn't see. She wandered briefly of Amp and the others.
She had not grown up in the lab so her fear was one of the unknown and only based on assumptions, for them however the fear was very real. She feared for Amp especially, knowing about his weakness and how timid and shy he was. How was he supposed to cope with what was ahead? How he had the whole time she supposed, now she too would be forced to put up with it. A thrill of terror caused through her as she remembered the knife sliding down her side. What she faced would be much worse.
Suddenly a white building loomed ahead, and Dusk's heart leapt into her mouth. They had arrived. The building looked similar to the lab, yet far larger. Once again she pulled against her bounds as the hound entered the building. It had obviously been planned. There were people waiting for them. For her.

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They had finally gotten to the Lab, the large white building looming up in front of them. He was somewhat relieved to get back, he hadn’t been out that long and he was already sick of the outside. All the people, the noise, and the prying eyes to whatever he was doing. He preferred the isolation, that was how he grew up, and that was how it was going to stay. It was better to stay in the building, in the training rooms, watching a Game or two, and if he did decide to go outside, it was always in the quiet of the woods.

He brought the hounds to a stop just inside the doors of the Lab, which slammed shut as the last one came in. The large metal doors closed with a hallow clang and the outside blended in with the outside, hiding the entrance seamlessly. The guards waiting for them unstrapped the mutants and the hounds were heard down to their cells. Eriyk took a quick glance at the ones that he had caught, silently wishing in his head that he had gotten more and that damn Caine hadn’t intervened.

He saw that one of them was awake, the first one he had gotten, the feline mutant. He had almost forgotten about the deep scratches that he had on his arm. He would have to tend to them, and let Carmine deal with the girl for him. He glanced at the other two, the winged girl was still unconscious and the boy was obviously very weak. ”Take them to the healers. Send them to their own cells when their strong enough for it.” He glanced back at the feline, who was obviously frightened, and he wondered how long she had been at the Lab. Probably not long by the look of her, she still had muscle, definition to her body, much unlike the ones who had been in the Lab for years. ”I’ll take this one to Carmine, she might have information.” He smirked and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her along, ignoring her struggles against him.

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She glanced over at the boy; she could tell that he was getting anxious, wanting to get on with the torture. She was the same, she wanted Eriyk to hurry up, so she could her frustrations out and finally calm down. This anxiety increased as she heard footsteps coming down the hallway along with faint noises of someone struggling. She smiled, and went out to see who Eriyk had brought her. She saw a girl, her black hair wrapped round Eriyk’s hand, keeping her tethered to him. Her skirts and bodice were well worn and in tatters. She thought that once the dress would have been a lovely piece of clothing, but the wear and tear had dirtied it, and it was no long salvageable.

She noted that the girl didn’t look as beat as the others tended to be and knew immediately that this one had to be beaten down. The look in the girl’s eyes was that of curiosity and fear of the things around her, not the terror that didn’t fade from the regularly beaten. She stood on her toes, giving Eriyk a kiss on the cheek a smile that almost seemed sweet. ”Thank you so much! I can have fun with this one.” Eriyk smiled back at her, and gave her a small bow. ”I thought would like a stress reliever, and could use some fun.” Eriyk strode into the room and at Carmine’s instruction, strapped the girl down on the table. ”Have fun little kitten.” He chuckled and walked out to leave Carmine, and the boy he just noticed was there, to their work.

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Dusk felt herself released and she fell to the floor. The moment of respite was slight as the same man that had taken her gabbed her by her hair and dragged her down a corridor. The bright lights and white paint gave her a bone chilling reminder of the lab, and she started to struggle though it appeared that it made no difference, beside increasing the intensity of the pain from being dragged by her hair. Suddenly they stopped, and she found herself letting out a small gasp as the tension on her hair lessened a little.
”Thank you so much! I can have fun with this one.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
”I thought you would like a stress reliever, and could use some fun.”
That was all she was? A stress reliever. Fury mixed with terrror shone in her eyes as she twisted to get a glimpse of whoever the man was talking to. She immediately wished she hadn't. The woman was thin and arrogant in appearance. She was attractive, no doubt about it, but all Dusk could think of was what this woman was going to do to her. Her cold black eyes roved over her like she was some scientist deciding the best way to stick a pin through a specimen. This did nothing to calm Dusk down, it was too similar to what was probably going to happen.
Suddenly she was forced to move again, into a new room. Dusk didn't like it. She used the remaining ounce of her strength to try and get away, before she was finally lifted and thrown onto some sort of bench. Her arms and legs were immediately strapped down, before the man learnt over her.
”Have fun little kitten.”
The words sent a chill down her spine, and she threw her head to the side to try and figure out what was around her.
She immediately wished she hadn't. The wall was lined with so many knives…
She looked away before her eyes met with another's. Her mouth opened in wordless shock.
Nathan?


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Nathan heard the commotion in the hallway as Carmine went out to receive it. He decided to wait in the room for the time being. There was a brief exchange of words, before a larger man carried something in with his back towards Nathan. Whatever it was it was putting up a struggle. He smirked, not for long. Finally the man walked away and Nathan was able to get a good look at the thing he was to watch being tortured.
His face whitened, and his breath was drawn short. He started to shake as a thrill of cold terror coursed through him. He managed to take a few faltering steps towards the girl, before forcing himself to stop. Her thin frame was strapped to the device he had suggested, her long black hair splayed out around her head. Suddenly her eyes locked onto his own, and he was forced to endure her gaze. Her eyes were large and filled with terror, before recognition flowed into them. An expression of sorrow and then confusion flittered over her features, before it settled on hope.
He backed away, his face bloodless.
Her eyes were a startling, unnatural green.

"Is she a shape shifter?" His voice came out husky and thick with emotion. She had to be. Sasha didn't have those eyes, no she had deep dark brown eyes. Even so she wore the same dress from the eighteenth. A strange feeling of love and tenderness rushed over him as he remembered the evenings they'd spent together before….before she went missing. The love was suddenly replaced by a pained expression. This was not her. This...this thing was trying to hurt him, make him guilty for finding Cassey and letting Sasha leave. He had heard that some mutants could change form and read minds, this one was obviously the same and trying to make him feel guilty. His anger started to build. He was going to kill it. How dare it pretend to be Sasha Marten? His fists clenched at his side, forcing himself to stay put. Not that he could move if he wanted to. He could neither help nor hurt it, both anger and sadness washed over him in waves. And all the while that awful things deep green eyes begged him to release her...no it.

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She waited for Eriyk to strap the girl down. She watched, looking to see what kind of mutant she could be. Eriyk pretty much gave her the answer with the simple word of kitten. She could the pick out the features attributed to a feline mutant, the small frame, lithe figure, the almost glowing eyes, and her nails seemed slightly thicker than normal’s nails would have been. He eyes flicked over to Nathan, and his reaction wasn’t one she expected. The boy whitened, stiffly took a few steps forward then, stopped and his emotions played over his face. She watched, and his emotions conflicted with each other. ”Is she a shape shifter?”

She glanced between the two as he asked the question and she strode over to her shelf. She pulled down a simple knife, twisting it between her fingers, and being practiced as she was, she didn’t draw blood on herself despite the freshly sharpened blade. She wanted to see more of the boy’s reaction, he obviously knew something, or he was having second guesses about learning from her. She would squash those feelings, for him to be useful to her, she would have to bring out more of the anger, and make sure it was directed appropriately.

She held the knife loosely in one hand and pointed the tip to the girls eye, pushing down ever so slightly so her eye lid opened, just like she would with an animal. She saw the fear in the girl’s eyes, and hope that flashed there when she was looking at Nathan. ”No, she isn’t. You can tell because her frame is so small. These eyes are bright, used for seeing in dark places.” She brought the knife up off the girl’s face and pointed it at the girl’s hand, pressing the tip on one of her fingers, drawing blood but at the same time pressing precisely so her nails would unsheathe. ”Shifters can change their whole appearance, not a single part.” She turned back to Nathan, and decided to see how far she could push him. ”Where should we start then? You’ve done nicely with deciding where to put her.”

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Nathan instinctively stiffened as Carmine pointed the knife at the mutants eyes, making them enlarge for a second.
”No, she isn’t. You can tell because her frame is so small. These eyes are bright, used for seeing in dark places.”
No. The word broke into his thoughts like ice. If she wasn't a shifter this was Sasha Marten.
He watched through hopeless eyes are as Carmine pressed the tip of the knife down on one of Sasha's slender fingers, suddenly a claw unsheathed. Carmine was talking, but Nathan was having trouble listening. That single claw. Anger stirred in him once again. All this time and she had never told him? He gave her a visible glare, watching as her eyes changed and she shrunk back further. He convinced himself that she had lied to him. He was going to pay her back. She opened her mouth to say something, before Carmine spoke.
”Where should we start then? You’ve done nicely with deciding where to put her.”
Carmine obviously was curious about his reaction.
"I don't know enough about torture to decide. Whatever it is, I want it to kill her in the end, but not before she suffers and reveals everything she knows" his face was dark, and his voice split the air like ice "She lied to me. She must have. I used to know her…" he managed to choke out, revealing how much it was hurting him.. He wanted Carmine to know what was going on. He needed her to trust him, because he was going to work for her and get revenge.


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"Is she a shifter?"
Nathan's emotion filled voice shocked her. Why was he here? Seeing him bought back so many memories...it hurt. He had left her for one of her friends. Even so, that was the least of her worries. She had thought perhaps by some miracle him being here would mean she might get out alive. At first he seemed scared and the blood drained from his face, he wasn’t' expecting her. Even so, she couldn't help silently begging him to get her out. Something in his expression changed as her torturer told him that, no she wasn’t a shifter.
The tip of a knife was pressed carefully under her eye as Nathan gave her a hate filled glare. She shrunk back before something pricked one of her fingers forcing her claw to unsheathe. If anything Nathan's expression grew darker. She opened her mouth to explain herself before the ladies cold voice broke her thoughts.
”Where should we start then? You’ve done nicely with deciding where to put her.”
Dusk stiffened at the words. He decided to put her here? That was when Nathan replied. His hate filled words rocked her to the core. Tears rose unbidden in her eyes.
"Nathan I didn't…" she choked out "They did it. They changed me. I didn-"

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"I don't know enough about torture to decide. Whatever it is, I want it to kill her in the end, but not before she suffers and reveals everything she knows. She lied to me. She must have. I used to know her…" She raised an eyebrow at the comment. So the two know each other, this could be more useful. She liked the way his words came out, so dark and ready to draw pain. But there was a pain behind them, something she would have to get rid of.

"Nathan I didn't…They did it. They changed me. I didn-" She frowned, spun on her heel and slapped the girl. She could see the instant red hand print on the girl’s cheek and the quickly forming bruise. ”Quiet!! I shouldn’t hear words out of your mouth unless they are answers to my questions. I doubt Nathan wants to hear more lies come from you anyway.” She didn’t particularly care if the girl told Nathan lies or truths, but she was going to make sure that they all sounded like lies to him anyway.

She had noticed the dried blood on the side of the ruined dress and figured that she had been hurt there before. She swiftly drug the knife down the girl’s side, slicing into the wounded flesh and bringing out a good blood flow but not enough for the girl to start feeling light headed. She then slammed the knife down through the girl’s hand; Carmine knew enough about anatomy to make sure that the knife didn’t severe anything important, or even cut through any major veins. Blood dripped from the edges of the knife but for the most part, the main pint of the action was to bring pain. She strode over to the shelf, picking out a few more knives. ”Now for the questions. Which I expect to be answered truthfully and quickly. Or there will be punishment for it.”

She strode over and point the hilt ends towards Nathan. ”You can deal out punishment if her answers aren’t quick enough or if they show any hint of being untruthful.” She turned from the boy, leaving him with the freshly sharpened knife, and one in her own hand. She looked down at the girl, the tips of her hair brushing against the blood on the table from the side wound. ”Who else escaped with you? We know there are others so you can’t say there wasn’t anyone else.”

Eriyk

He walked down the hall towards the healer’s quarters. It was a separate section almost separate from the rest. He hated the damn healers but he knew they were necessary. Most of the healers hated the treatment they gave the mutants, mainly because the ones they brought to them were almost dead and the guards that went in only had small scratches and cuts to get bandaged. But their pay checks kept them coming back and working, and as long as the mutants were kept alive and in some shape or form, useful, they would continue to get paid.

He walked into the large room; a few scientists were walking to the different mutants, each one strapped down on a bed, an IV in one arm, the ones who were awake either didn’t dare make a sound or were whimpering softly to themselves. Healers were bustling around, checking wounds, getting bandages, rushing for needles and pain killers. Granted Carmine gave them a limited supply of those, they used them as much as could on the worse of mutants. He noticed that the two he had brought in were already there, strapped down on beds next to each other, a single healer working on the two of them.

He went and sat down in the chair one of the assistance had directed him to, while another checked out his arm. He rolled up his sleeve, which caused the scabbed over claw marks to start bleeding again and the healer ran for bandages. He honestly sat there completely bored. He had seen this before, had been in here multiple times and each time it never got any more interesting for him. He felt the Lab could do without a healer’s quarters and should just let the weak mutants die. If they could stay alive on their own they shouldn’t live. He waited for the assistant to tie off his arm and quickly left. He would rather be in a training room instead and headed in that direction.

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Dusk's sentence was interrupted abruptly as she got a hefty slap from the female. She let out a gasp, as a rush of pain filled her head and she forced to remain silent. The side of her face was inflamed and she could already feel the deep bruising.
”Quiet!! I shouldn’t hear words out of your mouth unless they are answers to my questions. I doubt Nathan wants to hear more lies come from you anyway.”
Obliging Dusk remained quiet. Tremors ran down her slender form as a mixture of terror and heartache effected her. She glanced up at Nathan's face, but there was no comfort there. His face was dark and anger flashed in his eyes. She wondered exactly what had made him so different, and why on earth would he work at the lab.
Suddenly a knife pierced her injured side and she barely managed to hold in a shriek as the blade slid down her damaged flesh. She could feel a sufficient amount of blood pool down her side, but to her dismay there was nothing to help her sink into unconsciousness. She distracted by the pain, and didn't notice as Carmine lifted the knife again. Swiftly is was brought down straight through her hand. She let out a uncontrolled cry of pain before clamping her mouth shut. She drew in a hasty breath through clenched teeth as her eyes rolled back somewhat, trying to deal with the pain.
”Now for the questions. Which I expect to be answered truthfully and quickly. Or there will be punishment for it.”
She shut her eyes instinctively, blocking out the white lights and both her interrogators dark faces. She purposefully gave no sign that she had heard Carmine, however her white face gave her away.
”You can deal out punishment if her answers aren’t quick enough or if they show any hint of being untruthful.”
Again Dusk forced herself to remain motionless, though her heart rate quickened. She kept her eyes firmly shut, her lips tightly pressed together.
”Who else escaped with you? We know there are others so you can’t say there wasn’t anyone else.”
She stiffened at the question. She would answer questions related to herself and that wouldn't hurt anyone else. She stayed silent before a knife pressed it's point into the sole of bare foot. It started to go in slowly, increasing the pain until she forced herself to answer.
"Just...just two. Just the one's you have" Her voice was strained, and rose in pitch as she struggled to stop herself from screaming. The blade stopped going in, but was not removed.


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Nathan watched Sasha with a blank expression. He forced himself to hide his emotions, though there was no longer any regret. His anger had taken over that. He ignored her response claiming that the institution had transformed her. No one would create something that hideous. She was born that way, and she had lied to him.
He watched as one might observe a scene from behind a piece of glass as Carmine dug her knife into Sasha's side. The girl remained silent, though her face was strained and the clenching of her jaw betrayed the pain. His placid expression shifted slightly as Carmine drove her knife through the mutants hand causing her to cry out. He flinched a little, his smooth surfaced expression rippled slightly as a still water ripples as a pebble is thrown in. He quickly mastered himself as Carmine passed him a knife. He gripped the handle so tightly the veins in his hands stood out and his knuckles became white and bloodless. He used the blades handle as a tangible way of keeping a grip on himself.

As Carmine questioned Sasha, the girl remained motionless and silent. She was being stupid. Carmine would get the answers out of her soon enough. Who cared about the others anyway? They were also just scum waiting before they could have their last breath. His irritation grew. He gripped the knife tighter before pushing the blade slowly into Sasha's foot. Right in the middle was wear it was most painful, and he purposefully took a long time pushing the blade in slowly increasing the pain. As soon as she answered Nathan stopped pushing it in. He was unsure of whether this was the right answer as he was in the dark of the circumstances surrounding Sasha's recapture. As a result he kept the blade in, neither increasing nor decreasing the pain. He waited for Carmine to respond.

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She was a little disappointed that the girl didn’t answer her question right away when she said that she wanted answers right away. She glanced at Nathan and noticed he was already pressing the knife she gave him, into the sole of the girl’s foot. She nodded with approval; the spot would bring out the most pain with the least amount of damage. ”Just…just two. Just the one’s you have.” Carmine liked the way the girl’s voice rose and was strained to keep from screaming. She shook her head, she didn’t understand why the mutants bothered to try and save the others, it just caused more pain for themselves. Granted she wouldn’t lessen up on the pain either way. ”Don’t lie to me child. Why would you be here if those two were the only ones?” She glanced at Nathan, giving him a slight nod to continue with the punishment he was giving.

She turned, going back over to her rack of toys and waiting until she heard the mutant’s screams. When she didn’t hear any words from the girl’s mouth she glanced over the items on the rack before turning around. ”I’ll ask again. Who else escaped?”

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As Carmine nodded to him, Nathan dug in the knife even further. Suddenly it hit something hard. Bone. Immediately he wrenched it out, covered in her dark blood, before pushing it into the other foot. His anger leant him adrenaline, and he wanted nothing more than to watch Carmine teach her a lesson.
All the guilt he had felt over her vanished, and he felt as though he avenged himself for the wrong she had committed him. He twisted the knife in his grasp, causing deeper and more painful wounds to the soles of her feet. No doubt it would take her a while to walk on them again without pain.
He looked down at her form, and even in his fervoured state, he still felt a little tenderness for her, though the anger far outweighed it. They could have been together if she had been honest. At this thought the knife went further still.
Carmine requested a response again as Sasha desperately tried to keep her silence. He gave her a hardened look, warning her not to deny Carmine the answer. Then again, he half wanted her to keep silent to watch Carmine at work.


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”Don’t lie to me child. Why would you be here if those two were the only ones?”
Dusk let out a weak groan as the knife suddenly hit bone, then it was wrenched out, taking more flesh with it. Her eyes flew open and she let out an ear-piercing shriek as it was buried into the next foot. The pain intensified, and she desperately tried to pull her legs out of the bounds that held them in place, this only succeeded in cutting her feet more. The knife suddenly twisted, and she could no longer hold in a bone chilling scream.
Her hands clenched into fists, aggravating her left hand which had been stabbed right though. Still she forced herself to reveal nothing.
”I’ll ask again. Who else escaped?”
"Please…" she let out a strangled gasp. "I can't tell you"
Her voice rose to another scream as the knife was pulled out of left foot. The slight reprieve was sure to be over soon, as Carmine examined her other tools.
"Nathan…" her voice was barely over a whisper "If you want to kill me kill me now...don't let her find out...I can't tell her"
Dusk's voice was hoarse and her eyes were glazed over, as she struggled to compose herself enough to speak. Her chest heaved in an attempt to get enough oxygen to keep her alive. Half of her wanted to desperately to tell Carmine, to stop the pain. But deep down she knew that revealing anything was not going to stop it. She couldn't let the others down, if she only had too, as far as it was up to Dusk, Carmine would stay with just two besides herself. She was at a disadvantage not knowing who the two were, if Carmine asked for a description she would have to keep quiet. The others had gone through far worse she would stay silent. For all of them, for as long as she could. She didn't over estimate her strength, she would tell eventually...but not now, just not now....

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”Please…I can’t tell you.” The girl’s voice came out in gasps. And she watched as Nathan pulled the knife out and the girl screamed. She tilted her head a little, wondering you he had stopped. Maybe she should show him how to continue. "Nathan…If you want to kill me kill me now...don't let her find out...I can't tell her" She frowned, The little kitten thinks she can get out the easy way. She strode over, a new set of knives in her hand and slammed one in the girl’s other hand, and one in each of her ankles. Again, she made sure she barely cut any veins, limiting the blood flow and bringing out the most pain without severely damaging the girl. ”Now kitten, no one is going to die or be killed. Not yet, for a long time if I have anything to do about it.” She went back over to her rack and pulled down something that looked like a glove. It looked like a series of knives just stitched together in the shape of a hand. That was partially true, but it was stitched just right so that the inside was smooth and silky. The outside was freshly sharpened after every use and cut through any type of skin like butter. ”I’m done being nice now. I want answers.” She strode over to the girl, seeing her obvious fear of the weapon carmine had over her hand. ”Who? How many, and what can they do” She waited for the girl’s answer, ready to bring her glove down on the girl’s stomach if she didn’t answer once again.