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Azalea.

"Wicked is good."

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a character in “ABDUCTION: A New Ara.”, as played by Magical_pineapples

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{"So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.”}
- "Perks About Being A Wallflower."


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|{Full name}|
Azalea.

|{Nickname(s)}|
Number 86.

|{Birthdate | Age}|
Unknown.

|{Gender}|
Female.

|{Sexuality}|
Heterosexual.


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"Ever since I could remember,
Everything inside of me,
Just wanted to fit in
I was never one for pretenders,
Everything I tried to be,
Just wouldn't settle in.”


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|{Quirks | Habits | Oddities}|
Corrects people when they use colloquial speech. | When angry, she'll often yell quickly in a whole other language. | Believes in karma. | Bites nails; a nervous habit. | Hums to herself without even knowing it | Azalea doesn't talk much, valuing the strength of words. Instead, she speaks with her eyes. One look and it's as if you can see into her soul, her eyes telling her story greater than words ever could.

|{Talents | Strengths | Skills}|
Heightened senses | Eidetic memory | Mental link | Voice manipulation | Hacking | Mental navigation system | Super speed | Mental Database | Scan Vision | Martial arts | Linguist; speaks all 6,900 distinct languages.

|{Flaws | Weaknesses}|
Tends to act on impulse, can be both good and bad | Stubborn | Competitive | A crappy liar | Defensive; doesn't like to be proven wrong and will often not back down form a fight and/or an argument | She is a little impatient, she cannot wait long, when she wants something to be done, she want it to be done now.

|{Hobbies}|
Executing humans | Observing others.

|{Fears}|
Being shut down; dying | Disappointment from her creators.

|{Secrets}|
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|{Personality}|
Courteous || Generally
Risk-Taking || Typically
Ambitious || Occasionally
Curious || Usually
Self-Controlled || Sometimes
Nurturing || Never
Trusting || Sometimes
Honest || Often
Loyal || Sometimes
Stubborn || Always
Blunt || Typically
Manipulative || Generally
Affectionate || Occasionally
Romantic || Never
Flirty || Often
Sympathetic || Generally
Altruistic || Never
Optimistic ||Rarely
Observant || Occasionally
Logical || Always
Social || Typically
Emotions || Fairly controlled


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"If I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
That this problem lies in me.”

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|{Place of origin}|
Wicked headquarters.

|{Ethnicity}|
Unknown.

|{History}|
Evidence of Azalea's past life has been erased by Wicked's administrators. Everything she could recall from her past life is still pictured in her mind; snow on trees, running down a leaf-strewn road, eating a hamburger, the moon casting a pale glow on a grassy meadow, swimming in a lake, a busy city square with hundreds of people bustling about their business. And yet she doesn't know where she came from, or who her parents are. She doesn't even remember her last name. Images of people do flash across her mind daily, but there is no recognition, their faces are only replaced with haunted smears of color. She can't even think of one person she knew, or recall a single conversation.

Azalea's past life has been erased for a reason, and that specific reason is because Wicked took her once normal life and changed her into a Glader. For years, she's grew up believing that she's been raised by scientist. Like all glades she's being used and manipulated. Supposedly she's a genius and they want to use that intelligence to help wipe out the human race; they've been plotting it out for years. The time how long Azalea has been a Glader is unknown. Though, she knows that the only family she looks up to are her creators.

So begins...

Azalea.'s Story

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Location;In a vacant room in The Keepers underground warehouse.
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She began her new life blinking her eyes awake, surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air. It took a moment to realize the situation she was now
in until she sprung up in a sitting position and shuffled backward on her hands and feet, drops of sweat beading on her forehead despite the cool air. Her back struck a hard concrete wall; she slid along it until she hit the corner of the room. Sinking to the floor, she pulled her legs up tight against her body; awfully terrified, and hoping her eyes would soon adjust to the darkness.
Where am I? she thought. She took a few minutes to use her mental link ability to call for help to the other Gladers; however, as she did so her head began to to feel heavy. Ignoring it, she tried again but it only made things worse. The pain throbbed and pulsed in her skull; not a sharp pain like a knife-inflicted wound, but more of a dull pounding with a hammer over...and over...and over again. Her brain felt like it was on overdrive, but at the same time can't process properly. Images and ideas and plans and deadlines run through her head, but they're chasing each other round and round. Her mind couldn't catch a single one, but gets pounded with all of them at the same time as they ricochet and slam into the walls of her head.


"AH!" she screamed as she pressed her hands against the sides of her head until the pain went away. It did. And strangely enough, she felt her fear whisked away
like a swarm of gnats caught in the wind, replaced by an intense curiosity. She wanted to know where she was. She barely made an attempt to stand when her legs became wobbly and sent her falling across the hard floor. As she scrambled to her feet, she looked in every direction but saw darkness; she felt along the walls again, searching for a way out. She was relieved to have found a door, then moved her hands around it until she found the door knob. But it was locked. She groaned in frustration; her echo amplified through the air, like the haunted moan of death. It faded, and silence returned. She screamed, called for help, pounded on the door with her fists.

Nothing.


She backed into the corner once again, folded her arms and shivered, and the fear returned. She felt a worrying shudder in her ceast, as if her heart wanted
to escape, to flee her body. My name is Azalea, she thought. And I'm a Glader.

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Character Portrait: Azalea. Character Portrait: Eric Dodge Character Portrait: Krystal Joice Character Portrait: Griffin.

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Instinctively, Azalea's head snapped up as she overheard keys rattling the lock, and the door pushed open to reveal a ray of florescent light that eased its way into the room like the window of a cathedral. Then, in the room stepped a young man. He took a few short strides into the room; toward her. She hadn't said a word. She let fear overtake her once more and her heart beat so fast, she could hardly catch her breath as she scooted herself father away from the boy and the door itself as much as the corner allowed her. With each step he took closer to her, her heart thumped even louder within her chest , it felt like painful waves thrashing up against the walls of her chest. The silver rings around her blue eyes had gleamed more than normal.





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At first he could see only shifting shadows, but they soon turned unto shapes of bodies- people bending over in the trunk, looking at him. And then, as if the lens of a camera had sharpened its focus, the faces cleared. They were all humans, all of them-some young, some older, different genders.

Someone, a rather bulky guy with long blonde hair, reached in and grabbed for the boy's ankle; dragging him out the trunk. At that moment, he kicked at the man, but the more he tried the more he was dragged out the car until he was thrown out. 'Welcome home, Greenie.' Was all the brawny guy had to say before the boy was squirming away on his hands and feet, sucking in breaths of air as he ran away at full speed. The soles of his boots patted hard against the dirt. His breath came gasping out into a wheeze, but he dared not slow down. He wondered why his ability hadn't kicked in by now. What did these people do to me? He could only ponder at the thought. 'We got a runner!' He heard someone shout from behind him. His legs were working smoothly; mechanically, moving him away from his kidnappers until he tripped over his own two feet and came tumbling down.

He was at least a good twenty feet away; crawling back on his feet until someone yanked him up by his shirt. 'Phew, good runnin' you had there Greenie? Best not do that again. Could've blown your brains out with this here rifle.' And off the man went; dragging the boy with him back to where he'd came.

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Character Portrait: Azalea. Character Portrait: Eric Dodge Character Portrait: Krystal Joice Character Portrait: Griffin.

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Eric Dodge


Eric had the nastiest scowl on his face anyone had ever seen, he walked up until he was right in front of her then held his arm out and roughly dropped a paper bag in front of her. "Dinner for the monster." He growled and turned, walking away and locking the door behind him, wanting to have as little contact as possible with those machines.

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Krystal Joice


Krystal watched curiously, amazed at the boys courage to try and run away, didn't he know what kind of situation he was in?

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The boy was dragged until he was brought into an old warehouse; storage unit was a better word for the place. It looked four or five stories high and about to fall down at any moment- there were light if not no lights from above as if light, if any way possible, was relied on the sun, the windows seemed to be nailed in by wood, papers were scattered on a table in the center of them room. There were hardly any furniture around which made him realize that this room had most often been used for conferences.

The man holding him finally threw him down on the cold floor. "Go find Eric," he heard him say to a blonde girl nearby. "Tell him to bring the girl." Girl? What girl? He thought as he was just about to jump on his feet and make a run for it again, but the man kneeled over him. Up close, the man was even more frightening than from a distance with unsettling, blue eyes, long blonde hair matted across his face from sweat, and his stubble planted around his chin. So, he started as he stared at the boy. "What's ya' name, Greenie?"

'My name is Griffin,' he thought.

That...that was the only thing he could remember.






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Azalea was startled by the sudden sneer from the boy. "Dinner for the monster." he said before throwing down a brown lunch bag towards her way, turned on one heel, and walked back out the door. She stood there silent in the darkness again until she heard the sound of keys dangling and the door being once again locked. Without hesitation, she sprung up and began finding her way out; her hands trailing along the walls until she found a window. From that point she began banging on it with her fists. One. Two. Three. Each bang came with an inaudible "help."

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Eric Dodge


Eric was growing annoyed and he slammed the door open. "Shut UP!" He shouted at the girl.

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Krystal Joice


Krystal followed after them secretly, listening in on the door and hiding when the woman went to find Eric.

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Griffin hadn't responded to the man. He only darted his eyes in every direction; even onto the girl hidden behind a wall. He stared for how knew how long until finally the man he soon forgot was in front of him snapped him back to reality, "Greenie? Cat's got ya' tongue?" Then, he stood up and shouted out; his voice bouncing off the walls. "Dodge? What's the hold up?"





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Shut up! The door swung open almost immediately and it's knob had hit the wall with a loud bang. Azalea slowly pressed turned her body around and slid her back down against the wall until she sat on the cold, hard floor; her lips pressed together as she stared back at the boy. Only this time she was glaring. Strangely enough, she wasn't scared anymore, but ...anger? She wanted so badly to use her one of her abilities. Get her out of this place. Kill this boy and anyone else who were behind this. At least that's what she was intended to do as one of WICKED's creations. Executing humans seemed to bring pleasure as a Gladder. However, she appeared weak in this environment. What did they do to her? the beeter question would be, what are they going to do with her?

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Eric Dodge


Eric sighed and grabbed the girl by her hair and began dragging her out. "Come on." He growled and dragged her into the room.

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Krystal Joice


Krystal found herself staring back then hiding when Eric came through with the girl.

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He felt the weight of the world fall at his shoulders when he caught sight of the girl being dragged by her hair. He knew that girl. He felt himself wanting to shout her name. Make the guy who dragged her across the room suffer. But he only sat their; silent as he watched Azalea's body being thrown across the room beside him.





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"Dodge? What's the hold up?" She heard someone say from outside. At that the boy came close and snatched up a fist of Azalea's hair. She yelped, squirmed, squatted at the boy's hand, but nothing made him realize his grip; if not made things worse. He dragged her all the way into a whole different room until she was thrown from his hold.

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Eric Dodge


Eric threw her in the room and leaned against the wall, clear hate showing in his eyes as he glared at the two.

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Krystal Joice


Krystal watched curiously.

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Character Portrait: Azalea. Character Portrait: Eric Dodge Character Portrait: Krystal Joice Character Portrait: Griffin.

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Griffin couldn't keep his eyes away from Azalea on the floor. Her head was sunken in her arm as she softly cried to herself. "Well, Well, Well," the man chanted as he dragged out a chair from under the table, whirled it around, and sat in front of both Griffin and Azalea. He looked between the two; a taunting smirk planted just across his face."We have two Gladers amongst us. I think we should start this whole charade by first having you two maggots tell us your names." Griffin only stared at the man; aware that he was gritting his teeth. He felt Azalea leaning in closer towards him; shivering like no other. Griffin could tell she was scared; petrified would be the word to describe how she felt, and the more Griffin thought about it the more she had to ignore a strong impulse of wanting to break this man's jaw and everyone in the room who stared at them and did nothing.

F-fuck you," he spat out still gritting his teeth. At that, the man stood burst from his seat; sending his chair across the room and pulled out a silver pistol from his jacket. "You must be askin' for a death wish, Greenie. Aren't cha'?" he said as he rested the cold object to Griffin's forehead making a wicked grin spread across his face. "You wouldn't dare," he challenged.






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Azalea scooted beside Griffin at the same time a man with blonde hair slid a chair in front of her and Griffin and sat on it backwards. "Well, well, well," his voice was both taunting and raspy. Azalea hated it. "We have two Gladers amongst us. I think we should start this whole charade by first having you two maggots tell us your names." he said. Azalea felt Griffin tense up beside her.

F-fuck you," he bellowed. That must've made the man infuriated becuase he burst out from his seat; knocking his chair to the ground, and approached Griffin with a silver pistol in his hands. "You must be askin' for a death wish, Greenie. Aren't cha'?" he pressed the gun between Griffin's eyes.

"You wouldn't dare," Griffin mused.

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Character Portrait: Azalea. Character Portrait: Eric Dodge Character Portrait: Krystal Joice Character Portrait: Griffin.

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Eric Dodge


Eric watched the scene indifferently. He didn't care if the man blew the Glader's brains out, or whatever was in that disgusting head of his. In fact, that's what he thought all the Gladers deserved. Death. The fiery pits of hell. He glanced over at the girl, cowering and crying in fear, pathetic. However... he felt something... unpleasant in his heart as he watched her.

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Krystal Joice


Krystal's eyes widened. She knew that man, and he sure as hell would follow up on his threat. "Hold it Haynes." She said in as strong a voice as she could as she came out of her hiding spot and stepped between the man and the glader. "I highly doubt you were ordered to go through all this trouble of bringing them here just to kill them."

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Griffin watched in pure satisfaction when the man who seemed hesitant under his contempt; he was just about to respond when the girl Griffin had seen earlier came out from her hiding place and positioned herself between the two. "Hold it, Kyle." she said defiantly. "I highly doubt you were ordered to go through all this trouble of bringing them here just to kill them." Griffin could only stand back and stare in awe at the girl. Up close, she was really pretty. Beautiful even with hair the color of dirt; skin as creamy and pale that seemed to glow right before his eyes; a figure tall, yet was graceful and lean as he had ever seen. She was truly gorgeous.



The man- Kyle only took a minute before he accepted the girl's words, and raised his hands in surrender; taking a few steps back. "Alright, alright." Then, with a swipe of his pistol; it struck across Azalea's head sending her frail body back down to the ground. Griffin watched in horror as he seen blood start to ooze it's way across the floor, and the soft whimpering coming from her lips. Automatically, a wave of anger hit Griffin, but before he could pound on the man; another man he had never seen before stepped out from the hallway. He was a tall, aging man; however, under the black jacket he could tell he was a well-built man. Possibly the leader of everyone in the room. "Cool it, O'Shea." He said; his voice a mixture of serenity and direction. "They're here to be questioned; not slaughtered bits by bits," his eyes darted from Azalea then to Griffin. "We'll save that for later." Then, he let out a loud whistle. "Dodge. Take the girl to your room; get that wound of hers cleaned up and put her to bed. Joice you take this here fellow. We'll start questioning tomorrow morning. O'Shea you come with me; we have things to discuss," he looked at others around the room who weren't mentioned. "As for the rest of you, lock the doors; keep everything secured shut. Can't have any other Gladers near us, now can we?" At that he left with Kyle trailing behind.






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Azalea was taken by surprise when a girl stepped between both the blonde guy and Griffin. "Alright, alright." the blonde guy chanted before the butt of his pistol collide onto the side of Azalea's head. She didn't have to know that the guy left a huge gash right above her left ear; she felt it. The pain was inevitable, and hurt like hell that whatever conservation was going around the room; it was all blank. She couldn't hear a thing. The only thing she remember was when another man stepped into the room and asked for Azalea to be cleaned up and put to bed.

That was it.

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Character Portrait: Azalea. Character Portrait: Eric Dodge Character Portrait: Krystal Joice Character Portrait: Griffin.

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Eric Dodge


Eric's eyes widened then narrowed as Krystal barged in and stopped Kyle from killing the damned Glader. "Krystal..." He growled under his breath. He was hoping he'd get to see the boy's brains splayed across the floor. He'd never gotten along with Krystal, she was too... optimistic. She didn't see the dangers of the world for what they were. But then Kyle knocked the girl Glader out with the butt of his pistol and for some reason that made him even angrier. He was just about to punch the bastard out when Jeb came in and stopped the whole thing. When Jeb ordered him to take the girl to his room and help her, his hatred for the Gladers came back and he tried to protest but Jeb was gone with Kyle before he could.

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Krystal Joice


Krystal stared after Jeb in confusion and surprise. She was never picked to do anything important and here she was, given the responsibility of taking care of a prisoner. It made her kinda excited but she didn't let that take her guard down. She glanced over at Eric, knowing he was angry at her but it didn't concern her much, she did what she felt was right, she knelt down beside the male Glader and held a hand out to help him up. "Come on, let's get you to a bed huh?" She said kindly.

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Griffin didn't take the girl's hand when she offered it out to him. He didn't need her help let alone want it. These bastards were the one's that brought him here; he clearly doesn't need their help with anything. "I'll see you in the morning. It's going to be alright, I promise." He whispered in Azalea's ear before he followed the girl out the hallway and into a room. "You didn't have to do that," he muttered under his breath as he plopped himself down onto what seemed to be her bed. "I don't need your help with anything."





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Azalea was just about to follow the boy out to the hall when she was suddenly pulled to the side by Griffin. "I'll see you in the morning," he whispered. "It's going to be alright, I promise." At that he was following the girl to her room, leaving Azalea alone with the boy that once shouted at her. She couldn't stand him, and a little part of her hoped that everything was going to be alright. He did promise.

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Eric Dodge


Eric glared after Krystal and the male Glader. Hating that she was so nice to the monsters. He then quickly snapped his glare to the girl. He gave her a death glare for probably 5 minutes before he jerked his head in the direction down the hall. "Follow me." He muttered leading her to his room.

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Krystal Joice


Krystal didn't seem bothered by the fact that the boy didn't want her help and she led him to her room. When she got there she sat down in a chair while the boy took the bed. When he said 'you didn't have to do that' she looked at him confused. "Didn't have to do what?" She asked, genuinely curious as to what he meant.

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"Didn't have to do what?" she perked up. Griffin wondered why she was being so nice and not as blunt as the others were. Even though she is clearly one of them; she seemed almost different as if she didn't like what she does to Griffin's kind, as if she knew that the Glader's were just like the rest of the humans in the world except they're humans lost under the control of Wicked, as if she knew in the outside they may seem like robotic monsters, but in the inside there is a soul screaming to be let free.

It was weird, but yet appealing in other terms. Griffin hadn't known how long he had been staring at the girl until he quickly turned his gaze elsewhere. "You could've let me die. Now you're just going to be hated by your peers because of what you did."






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"Follow me." The boy muttered without meeting her gaze. Azalea stood and immediately had to catch herself on a nearby wall. The pain in her head was completely inevitable; it pulsed and left a major migraine just at the side of her head. She covered her hand over the part that hurt worse, and felt blood all around. With each step; she followed behind the boy she let him led her to his room while she leaned across the walls as she went. After a few more corner turns and stairs, they were finally there. Inside, the room was small and brightly lit. The walls were a gray color with nothing but a window and a clock ticking loudly above a brass bed that was pushed far up against the wall in the upper right corner; a swivel chair set off in the left corner, and a dresser right across from it.

Azalea stumbled into the room and plopped herself in the sofa as she rubbed at her temple.

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Eric Dodge


Eric watched her out of the corner of his eye the whole way to make sure she didn't get left behind and when they got there he disappeared into the closet and returned with a first aid kit. He came back and looked at her with that same angry glare as he muttered. "Show me the wound."

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Krystal Joice


Krystal stared at him right back, not feeling uncomfortable, just wondering why he was staring at her for so long. When he finally looked away and spoke she looked at him for a moment then started laughing like he'd just said a funny joke, a soft, tinkling laugh. "You don't need to worry about that. I'm already hated by my peers." She said, smiling, as if she hadn't just admitted her total lonesomeness in the world. "Besides, there's no way I could just stand by and watch another person die when I could help."

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Griffin sat frozen in his place as the girl burst out into hysterics. He didn't know why she was suddenly was laughing, had he said soemthing funny? "You don't need to worry about that. I'm already hated by my peers." she said to him with the friendliest smile on her face it made Griffin shift uncomfortably in his seat. "Besides, there's no way I could just stand by and watch another person die when I could help." "I'm not just any person." he told he her; his voice as stern as ever. "What was that word your kind had called me? A monster?"

He hopped off of the bed and moved over to look out the window. There was nothing on the other side, nothing but a brick wall blocking out any sight of the outside world. "Who am I?" he asked the girl, but mainly he was asking himself as he stared absentmindedly out the window. It was always a question he's been meaning to ask himself, but never exactly had the chance to.






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Azalea could make out the boy's footsteps as he walked out the room heard him rummaging through something until he finally returned. She glanced to see that he had a first aid kit in his hands, "Show me the wound." he muttered; glaring for the sixth time since she's been here.

"No," Azalea said flatly as she pulled her legs up closer to her chest and away from him. "Get away from me." It wasn't that she hated the guy, but after what the others did to her; bringing her hear and torturing her, he wasn't her favorite person either. Infact, he made her sick and ever so infuriated in all the wrong places that her pulsing in her head came back. She tried to press a hand over the wound to ease the pressure, but it did very little help.

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Character Portrait: Azalea. Character Portrait: Eric Dodge Character Portrait: Krystal Joice Character Portrait: Griffin.

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Griffin sat frozen in his place as the girl burst out into hysterics. He didn't know why she was suddenly was laughing, had he said soemthing funny? "You don't need to worry about that. I'm already hated by my peers." she said to him with the friendliest smile on her face it made Griffin shift uncomfortably in his seat. "Besides, there's no way I could just stand by and watch another person die when I could help." "I'm not just any person." he told he her; his voice as stern as ever. "What was that word your kind had called me? A monster?"

He hopped off of the bed and moved over to look out the window. There was nothing on the other side, nothing but a brick wall blocking out any sight of the outside world. "Who am I?" he asked the girl, but mainly he was asking himself as he stared absentmindedly out the window. It was always a question he's been meaning to ask himself, but never exactly had the chance to.






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Azalea could make out the boy's footsteps as he walked out the room heard him rummaging through something until he finally returned. She glanced to see that he had a first aid kit in his hands, "Show me the wound." he muttered; glaring for the sixth time since she's been here.

"No," Azalea said flatly as she pulled her legs up closer to her chest and away from him. "Get away from me." It wasn't that she hated the guy, but after what the others did to her; bringing her here and torturing her, he wasn't her favorite person either. Infact, he made her sick and ever so infuriated in all the wrong places that her pulsing in her head came back. She tried to press a hand over the wound to ease the pressure, but it did very little help.

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Eric Dodge


Eric growled under his breath and stomped over to her, he grabbed her arm and sat her up, sitting down behind her he used one arm to press her firmly against his chest so she couldn't move and used the other to move her hand and get a look at the wound, he muttered an obscenity under his breath and grabbed some disinfectant to start treating it. He hated being this close to a Glader but this was his orders.

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Krystal Joice


Krystal looked at him sadly as he got up and went to the window. After he asked who he was she hesitated a moment before saying. "I don't know..." Another pause. "But you're not a monster."

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"I don't know..." he heard her say from behind. "But you're not a monster." Griffin knew she was lying. He could hear the loud thumps from her heart racing, and sensed her fear. He opened his mouth to respond when a thunderous boom came from somewhere in the warehouse until it ended with the echo of shattered glass, then silence.

Griffin whirled his attention onto the girl as if she had an explanation.






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Azalea was taken by surprise when the guy yanked her from the chair, and took his seat. She felt her back pressed against his chest and immediately tried to squirm away, but his arm was already around her; pressing her closer to him. The more she tried to get away, the worse it got. From behind she heard him mutter a cursory as he reached over to grab some disinfectant and started treating her wound.

Azalea kicked and squealed; being this close to him sent chills racing through her body. An unpleasant state. She wanted to get away from him, she had to get away from him. Suddenly, she found a way to bite into his arm, and wiggle out from his grip. She scooted herself to the other side of the room far away from him as possible. "Get out of here." she muttered through gritted teeth. Her eyes seemed to glow more vividly now. The silver rings around her blue eyes were now shifting into a pitch black color. "I..want..you...outta here!" she shouted at him in full rage causing the dresser closest to him to rattle and shack violently, and the window above her had shattered. Azalea hugged her knees to her body as tiny crystals had burst throughout the room.

Then, it was over.

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Eric Dodge


"Ah!" Eric grunted as his grip loosened when the bitch bit his arm. "What the fuck!?" He growled. Then his eyes widened as he saw her eyes and backed away from the dresser that shook and he covered his head against the glass. He looked at her then at the window. "Ok..." He said slowly, lifting up his hands, his anger suddenly gone and replaced by... sympathy? "Listen to me... ok? I can't leave you alone in here... but I can leave you alone. Here..." He said moving over to the opposite corner of the room and slowly sitting down. "I'll stay here... and you can stay there... and we don't have to talk... ok?"

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Krystal Joice


Krystal was looking at him sadly then her eyes widened as she heard the sound and she jumped up, looking to the door. She had no idea what had caused it.

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Griffin stood there frozen as he stared at the girl staring at the closed door. He could easily tell by the way she looked at the door, she hadn't known what made that sound. Griffin thought of walking out the door and searching for what had made that sound, but instead he moved back over to the girl's bed; his arm brushing the girl's as he passed. "Why are you guys keeping me and Azalea here?" he asked the girl\, though he wasn't looking at her. "What exactly do you want from us? Are you trying to kill us?" He laid on his back, and stared absentmindedly at the ceiling above him, and traced the cracks from it by moving his finger through the air.





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Azalea sat there glaring at each step the boy took until he positioned himself on the other side of the room and sat down. "I'll stay here... and you can stay there... and we don't have to talk... ok?" he told her from far across the room. She didn't answer him. She didn't have to. Instead she rolled her eyes as she scooted farther into the corner, and rested her head on the wall.

Silence filled through the room as no one talked; nothing but the sounds of slow, ragged breaths were being exchanged. It stayed like that for no more then ten minutes before Azalea broke the silence. "I'm sorry," she grumbled under her breath as her finger nail scratched at the chipping paint on the wall. "But you made me do it."

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Eric sighed and put a hand to his head like he had a headache. "I know I was being rough but I was following orders, the old man told me to take care of your wound so that's what I was trying to do. You weren't making it easy."

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Krystal looked back at the boy and slowly sat back down on the couch. She sighed and sat back so her back rested against the back of the couch. "I don't know." She said honestly. "They never tell me anything. I never expected Jeb would ask me to keep an eye on you."