Her heart skipped a beat as she brought her fisted hand down to her chest. For the first time in what was probably over a year, Isaia honestly found herself without words, though she was intelligent and rational enough to know that escape from the Facility was the pipedream of a fevered madman, she couldnât help the overwhelming feeling in her heart at the moment, nor could she help the shaky breath of air she took in. Seeing her apparent telekinesis actually do something besides make her levitate actually made her actually feel...hopeful. As stupid as it was to BE hopeful in her situation. Maybe on top of her snark and terrible sense of humor, she was actually an optimist. Wouldnât that figure? For all and everything sheâd been through in the last some odd months of her life, her, an optimist! Maybe there was a tiny, itty-bitty hope of escape if she could actually do something now.
Isaiaâs glowing, yellow eyes traveled up to the camera in the corner of her cell, and she gazed at it for a moment as she began to glower at it. Her heart skipped a beat, a sense of defiance and determination overtook her. She could...they all could escape. They could do it. But itâd have to be now. The Facility was always watching, they knew that her telekinesis had spontaneously evolved with no warning. Isaia knew what that meant, sheâd seen it befall others before; others whose fate she unaware. The staff was going to swarm her at any moment now, and she was going to be extracted from her familiar, basic cell; then taken in for more tests and promptly moved to a specialized cell, like those Darin and the others were placed in. She would be put somewhere that her powers would be rendered utterly useless.
Itâs gotta be now. she reaffirmed to herself, looking down at her left hand.
When it was that she heard a group of heavy footsteps enter the corridor, Isaiaâs head shot up, and she flinchedâthe staff acted with the most haste but normally they didnât seem to organize so quickly. Had they come for herâno, they walked past her cell, to another. They were already on their way down to take another of the prisoners. She watched the guards walk back on by hurriedly, a small, dark-haired girl in tow. She looked so young, Isaia recalled seeing her only once, when she was brought in, and taken into her cell. Isaia knew nothing of her, not her name, not her age, nor her mutation. The only thing Isaia knew was that she felt sympathy for her, that was all.... She looked younger than herself; she mightâve actually been the youngest mutant in the corridor. So young, and stuck in this monochrome Hell. Maybe, if they could actually get out, then something could be done to help her...?
A childish voice though, derailed Isaiaâs train of thought. âIf youâve been here a year, that means youâve been outside. You know what it looks like out there.â That was a voice Isaia did not know or at all recognize, she had seen the guards bring in another figure before the newcomer earlier, but she hadnât been able to get a good look at them through all the staff surrounding themâby the voice though, Isaia could only figure that the person was a young girl? âWhat does it look like?â the question made Isaia freeze. Did this girl not know? Had she been in the Facility for so long that she had no memory of the world beyond?
How many people were taken here at such a young age that they had no knowledge of the outside world? The thought of that made Isaia feel physically sickâsheâd only been in here perhaps over a year at most, but there were people who were here for SO much longer, so long that their whole lives were lived within the walls of the Facility then. Isaia had no time to give the girl an answer before she heard the New Guy call out from his cage down the way, âTheyâll be coming for you soon, if you power has really just improved. That means weâll have to act quick for this to work. Whether you come with me or not, be ready, because this is going to become a bloody shit shoe real quick in just a few minutes.â
So, the guy had an escape plan then did he? Well, at least Isaia wasnât going to be in this alone. But she had to wonder exactly what the guy was going to doâshe had no idea what his mutation was, she was aware that Darin was a pyro and the girl who threw understandable tantrums seemed to have some sort of super strength.... This...this was going to be quite an event, and sheâd best steel herself for whatever was going to go down. Isaia pressed moved forward, and pressed herself up against the bars of her cell, those that werenât covered in goop and water from her earlier display, as through the eerie quiet of the corridor she heard a soft clinking. Was New Guy picking the lock of his cell? And if he was, with what?
Just as soon as she heard his cell door open though, the doors at the end of the corridor opened too, Isaia seethed and her head whipped over in its direction, they were here for her, their arrival timely as ever. Among the group was Milton, Dr. Sterling, several other guards that Isaia didnât know the names of and...shit, Richard. For as long as Isaia had been in the Facility, she knew him, how couldnât she? He was a Mutant too, but, he worked for the Facility, he helped them track and catch Mutants, like herself. Sheâd heard rumors that he could suppress the powers of a psychic...like her. âShit.... Didnât think they employed our kind on the inside.â
Stay where you are Subject Forty-Seven! Return to your cell at once!â one of the guards called out. New Guy was out, and of course the guards just HAD to show up right when he got out of his cell. Isaiaâs thoughts rushed, if Richard was here, she wasnât going to be a lot of use for long, if she wanted to be able to do anything, if she wanted to actually be able to escape from this hellhole now she had to do something ASAP.
âSorry, but I canât do that. I have places to go, people to see.â the New Guy rushed down the hall, toward Darinâs cell. There was gunfire, but Isaia heard something pop, and the sound of another door opening while something was said to Darin that Isaia couldnât make out over the sound of the gunfire.
Richard said something too, directed at the other guards, Dr. Sterling had been moved from the situation as to not have her caught in the crossfire. As the soldiers moved forward a bit, until Richard was right at her door, staring at her. Isaia moved back, not desiring proximity to this man. He was going to...wasnât he? Isaia bit her life, she knew what he was going to do to her. Richard actually bothered to smile at her, as his eyes glowed just like hers did; he was using his powers to block her own. Isaia didnât know if it his ability would enact immediately, or if she had time. Whether if she did or not, she had to try, didnât she? As resigned to her fate as sheâd been just before, she was now just as determined to be free again. Amazing how her mentality could flip-flop so quickly, really, but then, sheâd always been like that, snark or not.
Isaia growled, glaring defiantly at Richard as her body tensed, and her eyes glowed fiercely. No, she wasnât going to back down now. The New Guy was as determined as she was, wasnât he? He was taking bullets to get the hell out of here. Richardâs suppression wasnât affecting her, yet. She still had time, a chance to make him stop. Something in her snapped; a quiet rage that had maybe been in her for the last year or more, at the Facility and its staff for bring ruin to her life. Anger hit her, hard, and her body began to quake with it as that overwhelming sense from before, from when sheâd used her telekinesis to fling her tray, came bubbling forth stronger. With an almost demonic snarl and yell coming from her, Isaia acted upon her instinctual fury, and projected all the energy she felt in her at her cell door, what Richard was standing in front of.
He was still smiling, that smile just made her that much more...angry. Letting out another loud scream, Isaia unleashed another psionic barrage upon her cell door, and heard a metallic creak from it, a sound that caused Richard to lose the smile on his face, and made his eyes dim a bit.
Apparently, he wasnât expecting her to be able to be capable of anything too much. âGet the HELL out of my way!!â Isaia roared, angry tears slipping from her eyes as she directed another wave of energy at her door, and with it, did Richard move to the side, as Isaiaâs cell door gave out, its middle bulging outward as if it had been punched. Both the lock and the hinges on the door groaned in protest, just before they snapped and the door flew forward with incredible force, taking with it one of the nameless guards firing on the New Guy and Darin, smashing into bars of the cell across from Isaia. Said guard was sandwiched between them, either unconscious or even dead from the force he was hit with.
Isaiaâs heart was beating erratically, and she was entirely consumed by the need to escape and pure anger. She wasnât going to back down now, even if Richard was there, even if she could be suppressed.... âIâm so fucking done with this place, Iâm so fucking DONE!â she screamed, bolting out of her cell, eyes glowing as bright as the sun as pure anger fueled her telekinesis. âNew Guy, Darin, hurry the hell UP and get us out of here!!â