Snippet #1775797

Nikolas Ze

Nikolas blinked when Ghost joined him, though it made sense, especially when the creation reminded them all that he couldn't really be killed. No, he'll only disappear if Cyrus dies... And I won't let that happen, Nikolas thought. He grit his teeth and was about to get ready to blow the door up, hopefully getting rid of the scientists and that little problem, when Rei (the arrogant idiot who thought he was amazing) stepped forward. There was a crack in the door but no one, not Rei or Ghost or even Nikolas, made any move to stop the hand that reached through the hole and opened the door, revealing the group that had come to recaptured the Timeless survivors. And, well, it was a surprise. And, if Nikolas had to be honest, a little insulting. He knew that he wasn't exactly amazing or anything, but you'd think that the scientists would take a group of super-powered teens more seriously.

Apparently not, because what was apparently the team the scientists sent were two scientists in front with tasers, three in the back with needles and one more who didn’t seem to be doing much of anything but worrying over the expenses of the door that his co-worker burst through. This is the group we're supposed to fight? There was that sound again, that evil laughing that made Nikolas want to run away and not look back. Or, as the easier option, bash his head into a wall. He knew that laughter, but it was corrupted, poisoned by some incurable curse. Nikolas would do anything, just make it stop make it stop makeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstop...! Someone shoved his was past Nikolas, and the purple-haired teen (young adult, really) blinked in surprise, the noise disappearing without a trace.

There was a pause as everyone seemed to realize what Rei was doing, bringing Cyrus to the front. He was basically making Nikolas's powers unusable; Nikolas couldn't risk hurting Cyrus, though Rei was tough enough to deal with a few burns and cuts. Not to mention that Ghost was going to be royally pissed. Rei gave the scientists a quick, cocky wave and shoved past the first scientists with tasers, who weren’t quite sure how to react. It didn’t take long for the three behind them to catch on, however, and hold up their hands as if he were some sort of wild animal that needed taming. “Example One, please stand still while we give you something to calm you down,” one said in a tone that probably was going to tick Rei off. “You aren’t well. You are all very, very ill and need more rest.” Ill? That made it sound like they all had some disease, but Nikolas hadn't been sick in... Well, who knew how long. A long time.

“How long have we been here?” Rei's question was sudden, but Nikolas also wanted to know the answer. It felt like forever, with all his memories blurred, but his sense of time was practically lost after spending... Well, a long time, in Timeless. “Uh, three months.” The answer shook Nikolas to the core, but he didn't know why he was so surprised. After all, it must have been a long time, right? It certainly felt like a long time... “Now, please stand still.” That wasn't good. Rei was just able to shove the needle away, pulling Cyrus with him. “Okay, now we should go,” the black-haired teen said, pointing out the obvious. Go where? You can't go anywhere! You have nowhere to go! Shit. This was not the time to hear him of all people.

Really, Nik. You need to realize that you don't have a family anymore. You killed them all, remember? Nikolas almost fell over when he recognized the voice, stepping back as a random scientist lunged at him with a taser. It just brushed the side of Nikolas's arm, sending him into a wild spasm that reminded him of Statix. Oh, him? He's alive, no thanks to you. He was more help than you ever could be. Nikolas grit his teeth as his eyes flared up. He lost control for a single moment, causing a needle to burst into small shards of glass, burning and cutting the scientist holding it. The taser was removed for a brief second, and that was all it took for Nikolas to lash out, kicking it up into the air.

"Ghost, catch up with the others. Protect Cyrus," Nikolas gasped as he shoved the other away from the door. There were a few more guards appearing, having been called by the scientists to handle 'the security problem in storage room three'. It was about to be more than a little 'problem', for both sides. A taser wasn't going to slow Nikolas down, not now. Nikolas turned around and felt his eyes widen when one of the guards pulled out a weapon that was too familiar for comfort; a gun. "Shit..." Nikolas felt his eyes flare up again, as he imagined the gun exploding, but at the last moment his eyes traveled up to the guard's face, set in stone, intent on capturing the freaks. The sound was loud, the mess splattering over everyone, but the affect wasn't in the explosion. It was in the following chaos.

"He's a monster!" No... "Get him!" This wasn't what I wanted... Nikolas fell back, eyes flaring and bringing down a section of boxes and giving him time to turn and run after Ghost and the others. How is that even possible? The laughter... It was a duet, two familiar voices turned dark and cold. I can't do that... It's not happening... Nikolas barely even noticed himself running through a random door, almost slamming into the frame from confusion and panic. He was Ghost dashing into the darkness, and he hurried to followed the dark shape.

Wait, darkness? It was nighttime. Night. That should have made Nikolas happy, but it didn't. Nothing could make him happy after the last few events. Our powers must have mutated... But how? Was it the scientists? Nikolas tripped over some patch of dirt, hitting a chain fence. He didn't see any of the others in sight, and realized he must have lost them. The fence, however, was plain and similar. Heck, it was the easiest kind of climb, and Nikolas had plenty of experience climbing up fences.

"You killed someone, Nikolas. You're a monster, just like me." What was he doing here, of all the people in the world? Had he already escaped earlier? Nikolas shook his head, eyes narrowing. He didn't have enough strength to try using his powers again, and he didn't want a repeat of what happened with the guard. Lucky for Statix, the creep standing right in front of Nikolas. "I escaped earlier, by myself. Why do you think the scientists were so weak, trying to get you all back?" Statix laughed, but it was his normal laugh and didn't scare Nikolas quite as much as the ones before. Only a little scary. "You are all doomed. What are you going to do now? Run and hide? From the government? Ha!" Nikolas shook his head and started to walk forward, shoving his way past Statix. The blunette frowned, scowling. "Ignoring me? I should kill you right now, and save the scientists the trouble!" Statix threatened. Nikolas shook his head. Even if Statix did try to kill him, Nikolas would just blow him up.

"Like that poor guard?" Nikolas let out an animalistic snarl, pushing himself away from the blond. "You aren't here!" The blond smiled coyly at his brother, eyes cold and dead. "Of course I'm not here. I'm dead, because of you." Nikolas rubbed the old scar, unable to stop himself. His blood ran cold when his brother laughed, actually laughing up at the sky, arms spread and hands open like claws. "You see? I'm always going to be with you, whether you like it or not." He didn't realize that his feet kept him moving, his brother following with the evil smile of a clown on his face. "Running away? It won't work. I'm always here!" Nikolas shook his head, running into someone.

"Fuck!..." Nikolas blinked, realizing who he had run into. Rei, and Cyrus. At least they were ok. Nikolas scowled and looked away, not realizing that his face was splattered with blood, or that there was a small burn mark in his shirt where the taser had hit him. He sat down, burying his head in his legs, which he pulled to his chest. A soft breath tickled the back of his neck.

"Just remember, brother. I'll always be there for you." Nikolas leapt to his feet, spinning around and punching at air. "Just fuck off!"

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Airm

“Listen, you...” The stranger opened his mouth when they both noticed a figure standing in the doorway. Airm raised an eyebrow, eyes quickly sweeping over the somewhat petite and pale blond. He was cute, Airm supposed. His eyes though, God... They were a million shades of blue, all blending together like if the sea met the sky. It was impossible for Airm to not notice them, contrasting with the pale skin and golden hair. Airm wouldn't have called him sexy or even hot, but cute was a definite... Bingo, Airm thought.

“Hello? Um…did I interrupt something?” Airm was about to open his mouth with some witty one-liner or something, but the blond just continued. “Sorry if I did. I um…well…I snuck out of my room…and well I saw him,” he said, pointing to the blue-haired stranger, “come in here…so I followed…him…inside here…” There was a pause, giving Airm time to think about his next move. He had some kind of strange power over blood, more or less. Did that mean he could control other people's blood? That would have to be asked later. Next, the new kid, the blond. He was going to be fun to... Play with. Then there was the blue-haired freak. Airm didn't like him. He just didn't.

“If you’re gonna kill me, can you hurry up?” Kill you? No, that wouldn't be fun. I wouldn't be able to hear you scream... Airm resisted the urge to smile darkly. Barely. He was already imagining those magnificent blue eyes watering up, the mouth begging him to stop... Stop whatever Airm was doing, probably cutting the blond, or.... No. Airm had made a promise, long ago, to never take anyone by force. No matter how much he wanted to. “I don’t like it here…I don’t want to be here…” Well no shit. Airm didn't like the place either, but he didn't complain about it. Then again, this kid looked pretty weak... Well, that was fine by Airm. Usually the weak ones had the best screams, actually.

I wonder how long he'll take to be mine... Probably not long. Airm got the feeling that this kid was more than a little unconfident, unable to see anything good about himself. That meant that Airm wouldn't take long to get him under his wing, only to kick him out onto the street to see him break. Or, if Airm felt like it, experimenting a little with his new power... Oh yes, he was going to have a lot of fun with the stranger. The stranger... Probably wasn't going to have as much fun. Oh well. It wasn't Airm's problem.

“Yeah, listen. Don’t you worry your little head about that,” the creep said, walking over to the blond. Airm could have thrown up at the tone of voice the blunette was using. “You won’t need to be here any longer. You won’t even need to die.” Yeah, right. Airm was the one with the powers, and he was pretty sure he could kick the blue-haired boy's ass if he wanted to. Then again, maybe the other was another test subject, so did that mean he also had powers? That would be a little annoying, but not too much. Airm would just need to get better, quicker. “I can assure you both of that if you’d kindly do me the favor of removing this incessant device from my hands. It’s starting to hurt.” Airm rolled his eyes, but neither of the other two saw him. He stood slowly, swaggering over to the others. He smiled confidently, brushing past the taller of the two in favor of standing behind the blond.

"You're eager to remove that thing," Airm crooned as he wrapped his blood-stained arms around the blond's neck, resting his chin casually on the blond's head. The warmth of the body heat was matched by the blond's face. In all honesty, it was actually quite comfortable, though Airm would never admit that to anyone. Airm blinked, as if suddenly realizing what he was doing. He removed his arms and stepped back, leaning against the door frame. "I can cut it off for you, I guess." Airm pulled out his knife and walked forward, cutting through the bonds. They were like high-tech ropes, but didn't seem to do much except make it hard to move your hands. He looked at the blond, letting his gaze linger for a few moments, before looking back at the blunette.

"My name's Airm. As you have probably deduced by now, I'm Irish. And, if your accents are anything to go by, you are all American... Or, at the very least, we happen to be in America. Now then, what are your names?" Airm smiled, leaning against the wall again, letting his eyes linger on the blond. I give it three weeks, max.