Earth

"Dimitri." The voice was soft but insistent, tugging on the edges of her consciousness with a pull just a bit stronger than a feather. "Dimitri, are you in there?" Of course she was, where else would she be? They were calling her name, Dimitri knew it, and why would they be doing that if she wasn't around. The room didn't afford anywhere to hide. Still, she couldn't seem to pull herself away, the entire side of her face glued to the white wall. White walls, white room, white clothing. Drowning in snow. "Dimitri, come along." A female touch along the side of her face, how odd. And still the girl floated, mind far from the material world.

The guard glanced desperately at the door. A good six inches shorter than the young woman, she didn't quite know what to do with the test subject. Sure, she knew she'd been given to this one for initial training because there was no chance of an... accident. No one told her the girl was braindead. Or at the very least autistic. Dimitri Helikos appeared to be in her own world, slim body pressed as close to the wall as she could get it, head cocked against the cool white. At the door, the senior guard snickered. He, too, had worked with the girl when he first came to the institution ten years ago, and even at six or seven, she'd been disturbing. By now, though, he knew how to handle Her Spaciness.

"Parker, the collar isn't just because it looks pretty on her, you realize?" the guard, whose name was Daniel Cronan, asked. With brusque, efficient movements, he crossed the room, ignoring the song Dimitri hummed under her breath, skating over her half-closed eyes. A chain leash hooked neatly onto the loop of the collar, and to the utter horror of Mariah Parker, he yanked. The girl fluttered away from the wall without the least semblance of resistance, her dark hair the last thing to fly as she was pulled by the neck. Remarkably, she didn't stumble. Even more strangely, when Mariah glanced at the girl, her eyes didn't appear, as she would have expected, bovine and complacent. Rather, they breathed perfect mute awareness.

Trainee guard Mariah Parker almost crossed herself. They'd assured her that Dimitri Helikos would not fight. No one had warned that it was because the girl was an alien.

"Oh, hello Daniel. It's been a while. I didn't realize something was going on right now." Not a bit fazed by the leash, Dimitri stood straight, weight equally on her feet and hands secreted in the pockets of the zip-up jacket she always wore.

"I've mostly moved on to... More dangerous types, 'Mitri." He shrugged. "This is trainee Mariah Parker. She's going to take over after today, I'm just showing her the ropes." It was weird, Mariah decided. Weird weird weird. Cronan, who appeared to take his job seriously, was talking to the girl as though she wasn't a science experiment, but Dimitri certainly behaved like one. The stare she fixed Mariah with was neither warm nor cold, a vaguely curious neutral.

Abruptly, her attention shifted. "It's still raining, you know. May I...?"

"Not today, Dimitri." Almost without remorse, Daniel tugged the leash again, to turn the girl's attention back to him. "Come on."

She sighed, hips already a sway and a whisper towards the door of the room, as the bottom of her skirt brushed the floor and her bare feet. "I thought not."

Pulling her down the corridor, Daniel talked over Dimitri as though she did not even exist. "She transforms into an Orca whale, so it's not as though there's a risk of her escaping in the halls - she'd kill herself before she killed us. That's one reason she's minimum security. The other is that she has never shown any signs of hostility. Dimitri is one of our most cooperative experiments." In truth, there was a part of Dimitri that long since left. She knew these halls, she knew where and who she was, she didn't know where she was going, but it didn't matter. Daniel was right. There was no reason to fight. What would she do if she got out? Stand in the rain. And that would be worth it, but then they'd never allow her out again. So it wouldn't really be a good trade. Not even to answer the hungry, lonely rainsong.

Dimitri felt the difference in the air immediately. She didn't know which corridor this one was - after a while, they all blended together, but she knew the humidity had decreased, that it was drier, tangier here. She didn't like it. It was too far in, and hard to hear the rain. Voices were calling her from afar again, and all of the sudden, there was a sharp jerk at her neck. Dimitri blinked, returning to earth.

"'Mitri, we're here. Comeon girl, you gotta go in." A door stood open in front of her, the young female guard looking oddly between her and it. Inside, things seemed very dark and very dry. Oh well. She could always just count off the Fibonacci sequence if she really needed to. Unclipped from the leash, Dimitri sashayed into the dark, where a male and a female, approximately her age, waited. It appeared as though she had in some way interrupted them. Dimitri shrugged, and sat down in a corner. Maybe they wouldn't talk. Maybe she could listen to the rain.

Kerrik stood silently as indeed there were more experiments brought in. Everyone seemed so friendly. He was crouched by the door. Rising from his position, he stepped from beside the door and into the room, which had gotten considerably crowded. Keeping his distance, he walked over to the nearest corner. He stopped and turned to the rest of the people in the room. He was standing next to Elspeth. Kerrik got back in his crouching position, a favorite of his since it allowed him ample time should someone try to do anything to him to bound behind them.

"Hello there." He said softly, not really talking to anyone, though it was obvious he was directing it to Elspeth. He didn't know much about Elspeth, though he did hear about some really morbid drawings someone was making. He was initiating contact with Elspeth, well, because she had separated herself from the rest of the group. Like he did. He doubted anyone knew he was in the room.

"Oh, they care for their lives, it's why they want to escape," Kellyn countered tartly, before holding the marker back from the board. "You don't think we can survive?" Her pensive demeanor drifted further from the idea she had been writing out in a short free verse. The letters were flippant strokes, stretching as if their dripped from their steepest points. "I dream... there's ample time to do that in here, but I try very hard not to lose perspective in it."

Leaning into his side of the board, Kellyn clearly impressed by the accurate compass of the circle. "You can't be an artist unless you escape this place, Bastien," the husky voice grounded itself in a definitive tone. Her head craned up, to look at him squarely. The loss of symmetry in Kellyn's profile juxtaposed against the perfecting idea behind her expression. The left hand merrily tapped on her hip while the right still held the bright marker liberally in mid-air, about to begin another poem.

An interference of sound pulled Kellyn's attention with her true axis, following the curve of her piveting heels in a curious twist toward the door. There came through it only two authorities, with a girl easily too tall to be graceful. But elegantly, even after briskly handled by the guards, she reclined herself to the corner. The deep black hair framed a sober face that Kellyn did not consider discordant or approaching. Unlike the embossed sight of a barcode branded to the pastel cheek, which Kellyn registered as the peer's tattoo. "You okay?" A weak invitation spurred by natural regard, the concern lightly brushing Dimitri's silence.

Kaylee wagged her tail happily when Matt scratched behind her ears. Absently, she wondered how he knew that was the best spot to scratch. When he commented on the fact that she couldn't talk in this form, she barked again, wagging her tail as if to say that she could respond perfectly well. When he commented on her escape attempt, her tail dipping toward her legs and her head bowing slightly. In response to his question regarding if she was okay, she wagged her tail once more, poking his knee with her cold nose in a 'what about you?' motion.
When Heroku jumped in and Matt started to talk to her, Kaylee quickly hid the disappointment that formed in her mind. Instead, she payed close attention to Matt's actions, looking up at him with curious eyes. Her ears turned slightly to pinpoint the sound of approaching footsteps and then tracked it until there was a soft thump as a lion lay down beside her, seeming to grin. Kaylee wagged her tail in greeting and listened to Matt for a moment more before she was startled by a banging at the door and then a thump as a book landed on the table. Ears back, she stood and padded over to the door, taking a seat before she began to howl at the door in an attempt to receive the guard's attention. Of course, she got it within a minute.

"What is it now? I can't hear the game!" the guard's angry tone echoed into the room.

Halting in her howl, Kaylee barked and glanced at Matt before turning back to the intercom and pulling her front feet up into a begging position.

C'mon. Someone get the idea. Food. Do I need to spell it out to you? Food! F-O-O-D! Bring us food! Or at least me! Am I the only hungry one here?

Axel looked over to Marcello, a smile forming on his lips. "Why thank you." He said lighty, giving a meager chuckle. He looked back to his work and shrugged. "It isn't my best, but I do indeed need a good look at her face." His eyes averted to the girl and she had moved. Axel quickly went back to his work, scribbling lines and outlines of her nose an lips. He started on her eyes, they were so gorgeous. He could not seem to tear away in the moment but he finally went back to his art. She began to move and his eyes reacted by watching her every step. When she looked in his direction, however, he was busily hunched over and sucked into his drawing. He did thin streaks for her blonde hair to show the texture and the volume, leaving the inside white since he couldn't color it blonde. He was nearly done. The piece had taken a total of ten minutes together done but it was quite the progress compaired to a blank sheet of paper. 

He turned his attention to Xanna. She had just changed, for no reason in particular. Maybe it was that specials felt more comfortable and at home in their animal forms. Something an average would never know, he guessed. 

. . .

Xanna perked an ear up, listening to all of the going ons. She could easiy hear every conversation in the room without struggle, her ears were beyond powerful. The gaurd returned to the door a few more times, getting things for people. Her stomach began to pang in hunger, she growled in response and slowly stood to her massive paws. She, too, could use some food so she joined Kaylee at the door, a large paw clawing easily at the metal which only emitted a loud noise and four barely noticeable indentions.   

Elspeth was in her own world when she saw another boy, Kerrik come over towards her and the group of three; when she saw Axel pull himself towards the direction of the others, she felt relief go through her system. "Hello there." Elspeth looked over at the boy who was now crouching on the ground; she just gave him her usual glare before turning back around, putting her hand under her chin. Why is this the first time that people are coming over here? Are they freaks or what. She silently thought; knowing that she had no room to talk about that matter since she was just as much as freak than anyone here. Her eyes glanced over to the group who had a few of the 'specials' in their little group. She was glad that she wasn't 'special', it would mean more tests and she gets enough of those from therapy, just imaging more tests made her a bit mad, so she was happy the way she is now.

Though, it would be cool not taking over a body of a half-soul dead animal once in a while; but it was all fine. Her eyes started to rest on Axel and Marcello; it was funny, she wandered if anyone here remembered their parents. Its not like she did, and its also not like she didn't care; if it was up to her, she would move out of the country with her child if this country's government wanted her baby. Her eyes moved towards the wall again; she felt hate towards her own parents she did not remember the faces of since they didn't 'try' their best on trying to get away. Then again, she remembered the scar she had on her back, the big one and maybe they have tried to do something to get away; no way was she going to believe that bullshit that this place fed her about it being a birthmark. She had a birthmark on her ass, and that scar going down her back was not a birthmark.

But why should she start to worry and questioned her past? Its the past, history, nothing could change it now; she shifted a little to lean her head onto the wall as she itched the top of her nose. For all she knew of this place, was that most of these people where either perfect or crazy, already loosing their sane; to her, she was outside both of those groups as a loner, so she was neither a perfect nor a crazy, just a loner and she was proud to accept that position any day. Axel, Marcello, Kirrek, Dimitri, and Bastien where all perfects, the rest was a weird ass crazy; those where the categories she used in her mind to describe the kids here. The scientists where known as the victims to her; she could remember their reactions on her first picture she drew for them, oh how she laughed and enjoyed them freaking out on her like that.

She brought her right leg over her left on the chair before positioned herself to stick out her chest to pop her back a little; to loosen up the tension that was building. She looked over at everyone in the room one last time before closing her eyes; she was tired and really didn't like being in this room. The howl of an annoying mutt woke her up and she glanced over towards Kaylee; Elspeth didn't really like many people, but Kaylee was categorized as the most annoying of all, right next to Matt and Heroku. She let out a stressed yet silent sigh before she relaxed back down.

Reap was knee deep in thought, his pencil jittering away as he wrote with a quick hand. A noise reached his ears, causing him to stop completely. His eyes drifted to the door, some of the people had taken animal morphs and were howling and scratching at the door. And now i have lost my creative thought. Sighing he slid the key-card from his pocket into the notebook, through a small slit in two pages that had been stuck together with glue, forming a sort of pocket made exactly for this reason. He got up and slowly walked over to the door, standing a few feet away from the anamals. One of them was sitting by the intercom. Why doesn't she just morph back? He thought briefly. His thoughts shifted as his eyes drifted to the camera. He began putting 2 and 2 together, the voice of the guard yelled that he was missing the game. The guard out there mans the intercom, has the only way to open the door and a T.V. Surely that T.V must also be connected to this camera and display whats happening so the guard can keep an eye on us. If he has the T.V tuned to the game then the channel for the camera is not on! The thoughts added a new perspective to his plans. For this meant that they could do anything in here currently. his mind would return o that later, but now it drifted back to the animals making loud noise. Honestly, some people are trying to rot in peace here. He thought grimly, with a calm face he moved as far away from the door as possible. But found himself closer to a small group of people cluttering about...one of them he hated even more than the noise. Marcello Reap thought, the two had disliked each other since day one. Marcello, so open and friendly towards there captors here. Thinking his shit didn't stink, the one person Reap would miss the least when he got out of here. He moved back, leaning against the wall, trying to drown out the noise of the room with raw willpower. Just a little longer, just a little longer. He thought, taking out his notebook as he sat down and began to write again.

Matt sighed. Everyone else seemd to be in a dull mood. ... Aside from Heroku. But she was always like that. He turned his head slightly and glanced at the two animals clawing at the doors. He smiled a little and walked over to Kaylee. This would be funnier when done to a canine.

"Aww, what's the matter, girl?" He crouched down to her. "You want somthing? What is it girl, c'mon!" He chuckled. "Timmy stuck in the well again?" He laughed again, standing up. "Sorry. Had to do that." He smiled at her as an apology before knocking on the door.

"AND WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW!?" The guard screamed from the other side.
"Food?" Matt raised an eyebrow, glancing at the animals. It was his best guess.
"OH for fucks sake!" The guard got up and opened the door, storming over to Matt. "Quit ordering me around you little shit! Ill get your fucking food when I FEEL like it! DO YOU UNDERSTAND! I couldn't give less of a fuck what you - or your damn animals want!" He tapped Kaylee with his foot, pushing her a little.

Matt's eyes widened. Then they narrowed. "You don't touch her..." He said slowly, in a deep voice. It even sounded a little layered from the way he said it.

"Oh yeah!? And what if I do?!" He pulled his foot back to kick Kaylee again.
It happened in less than a second. As the guards foot shot forward, Matt slid down and kicked the guards foot back, causing him to trip. Only to be met with Matt's knee, which got him in the face. The guard stummbled back, reaching for his tazer.

But he didn't find one.

Matt turned around, his eyes now with blots of red mixed in, and found Reap. Matt only smiled at him, then turned his attention back to the guard. He rushed forward, catching the guards face in his hand, and pushing him back, slamming his head into the steel door. He dug his nails in, and then pulled the guard back, twisting him around and throwing him outside. The experiment jump right out with him, swinging at the guard.

The guard ducked, sliding over to the door and managing to shut it (despite something on the other side fighting it). He then turned his attention to Matt, who only grinned. And evil, cheesy grin.

"Do you know fear...?" Matt asked softly, glaring. The guard only shook his head, his eyes locked with Matt's. A second passed before Matt spoke again. "You will."
Matt's speed was like a god's. In a second be was below him, landing a solid uppercut to the guards jaw. The guard brought his knee up to hit Matt, but he twisted around to avoid it. He grabbed the man at the base of his neck and held his face to the floor, dragging him down the hallway where the other experiments couldn't hear them. All with an evil grin on his face. It was to late. He had woken up. And it was going to take an army to bring him down.

Bastien was about to reply again to Kellyn, seemingly not at all disturbed by the disfigurement of her face. He'd heard about it and truth be told, he didn't care what she looked like. They were all in the same place, sharing the same air - it'd be a very bad idea, especially for Bastien, to make enemies with those physically stronger than him. He was liable to be snapped in half. But then again, he could always transform and streak away.

However, just as his mouth opened, words dancing on the tip of his tongue, the steel door opened once again and another girl was forced inside.

Bastien smiled slightly. Dimitri. He knew of her. He'd heard talk about the girl who could transform into an Orca.

Why must everybody here turn into something larger than me? Bastien wondered idly as Kellyn questioned the girl's state of body. He put down the marker he had been holding, glancing up at the camera. What was the plan for them right now? Were the scientists simply watching? Well, why not give them a show?

He made his way over to Dimitri, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Hello," he murmured. "How are you this fine day?"

His lips twisted into a sarcastic smile, even though his tone of voice and actions seemed genuine.

"Not much of a talker are you? Well, That's fine with me." Kerrik sighed, looking at the other people in the room. It was the times the researchers let them all out like this, that Kerrik liked. He Liked the people here who didn't conform to other people's standards. Elspeth here was one of them. Though he didn't know much, His main talent, is being blind. He figured this out when he was able to walk the halls without being guided by a guard. He shifted uncomfortably as Matt began getting violent to a guard who, since he couldn't see what had happened, must have done something to set him off. "Here we go again." Kerrik muttered to him self. "I'll be right back." He said to Elspeth and bounded out the door. It didn't take long to find Matt, who was dragging the guard on the floor a ways from the others. "I applaud that your taking this away from the others, but still. you could have left his ass at the door after you clocked him." Kerrik was right behind the guard, though not doing anything but keeping pace.

Marcello Chaves

Marcello yawned as he stretched out his arms, flexing his large muscles just because it felt good. He casually watched as Elspeth stretched out her back. A man’s mind was always on sex, whether he cared to admit that or not, it was true. Marcello’s particularly was. He never thought of many of these girls as people he would desire a serious relationship with. No one had ever truly struck him that way and he didn’t know anyone at that deep level anyway, no one knew him on a deep level. Sometimes Marcello wondered if he still had his deep level, until he painted. We he painted, everything came out. His pain, hatred, sadness, everything. But even though he wasn’t looking for a relationship, he enjoyed suggestively teasing girls, hitting on them all just for the sheer fun of it. Maybe he would know someone who made him desire more one day, but today he only knew people on a shallow level.

He then listened to Axel’s answer with a polite smile. Wondering what Axel’s best art work looked like. He wondered what Elspeth’s best art work looked like. Marcello smiled as he thought of the three of them in a deep drawing competition. Who would win, that is the question. Maybe he would draw boobs and declare himself winner since nothing could possibly beat that.

“So Axel… Have you ever thought of.. You know. The outside?” Marcello asked without thought. Many of the experiments liked to talk about the outside, or escaping. Marcello often wondered about it too, keeping the outside as a place visited only by his wildest imagination. Marcello admired Elspeth as she tried to sleep, knowing it would be impossible in this loud room. He wondered if he would ever get to know anyone.

“I always wonder if any of us will ever see it…” Marcello said as Matt started going crazy on the guard. Marcello busted into laughter. To Marcello, violence was incredibly entertaining. Demented, but true. It was like people who loved boxing or wrestling. “Well, with that attitude maybe some of us will one day see the out side” Marcello said in and out laughs.

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Heroku Hiroshima

“Scar face”. Heroku had been off in her thoughts as she imagined the scene Matt depicted. There was so little interesting that happened here, even the slightest story of entertainment was captivating. Heroku stayed safely in her seat as she watched the group approach the guard. The animals were whining loudly for food, it seemed. Food, did indeed sound nice. But after Matt had beaten the guard up, much to Heroku’s horror, they would likely not get food. In fact, they might all get punished and say it was a group riot, therefore a group effort.

Heroku smiled anyway as danced over to Reap. He didn’t seem to be talking to anyone, just writing away in his notebook.

“Hello Dearest Reap! How are you today? You seemed quite lonely, so I have come to entertain you. What are you writing my kind fellow?” Heroku asked, with the deep desire to read his note book. She had read every book they had in the so called “library” here, at least four times over. She had read every word she could find anywhere. Reading was something the strange little Heroku loved to do, and the fact that he had something she had not read was electrifying.

Heroku did not think twice if Reap wanted to be left alone or if he was busy. She simply was not that sort of person. Standing at barely five foot she looked like a child in this room of teenagers. But her ever shinning personality never failed to waver in front of her fellow peers.

"Not much of a talker are you? Well, That's fine with me." She looked at him for a second and then watched him walk off. “So Axel… Have you ever thought of.. You know. The outside?” Elspeth turned her attention towards Marcello as Matt started to go 'kung-fu-panda' on one of the guards. She paid no attention to him or the others as her eyes rested upon the two. She listened to their conversation and sat their, motionless. “Well, with that attitude maybe some of us will one day see the out side” She closed her eyes before sighing. "No, it would just get us killed." She whispered, unknowing that she actually spoke; she always talked in her sleep, so she had just thought that she spoke in her mind, but since it was just barely of a whisper, there was doubt that anyone would actually hear it.

Her eyes closed as she thought of the outside world; was it really that spectacular that people here would want to free themselves from this place? Once they where free, what would they do? Where would they go?, and did they honestly think that they would actually make it out of here? She opened her eyes as she started to think about what she would do if she even make it out of here; having no intentions of ever seeing her parents, would it really be that desirable to leave? Well, then again, to Elspeth, everything was practically different to her eyes; what others desired, Elspeth questioned and rejected it. While others wanted freedom from this place, Elspeth didn't mind it here, could they possibly think that everything that they had received here would be the same for the outside world?, and who knows, they might even come and take them back. Maybe Elspeth was being pessimistic; but she didn't like the idea of being on her own.

[ignore stupid tripple post. T.T]

[ignore stupid tripple post. T.T]

Not quite gone, Dimitri blinked at the inquiries, returning reluctantly to earth. Are you okay? Hello, how are you this fine day? Like swimming towards the surface, she returned to the present to find both the boy and the girl looking at her. Oh well. It appeared the rain would have to wait. For a second, she took a closer look at the other two. Never allowed much socialization even for one of the experiments - a combination of fragility and intrinsic value barred that - she had no idea who the male was. But everyone had heard of the girl who killed someone, even if Dimitri didn't remember her name.

"I'm fine," she murmured. "Is it really day?"

Time passed sporadically in here, and sometimes Dimitri couldn't be certain if they spent all their time slowly changing the clocks, trying to see if someone would notice. She'd once tried to stay up to count seconds, but they'd tranquilized her long before she could discern exactly what the cogs running this machine looked like. Now, she simply tried to stop caring about silly things like that.

She glanced up, dark eyes fixing onto the other girl. What strange hair. Dimitri hadn't cut hers seriously in as long as she could remember, and that look educed a moment of almost... whimsy. "You're the girl who killed the other one, aren't you?" She didn't ask it curiously, or with much feeling at all, a sort of affirmation free of judgment in her voice. "And you are...?" The boy. She should probably know him, she really should, but...

Dimitri's eyes caught on the board, and she was lost. "Are you...?" The girl didn't finish the question, instead unfolding and brushing right past the dark boy and holding her hand out in supplication for Kellyn's red marker. She'd already begun to trace that odd fractalesque circle in her mind. Now all it needed was to be labelled, and some sort of pattern would emerge for her.

Reap heard a scuffle, he glanced up from his notebook and watched as Matt attacked the guard. When the guard went for his tazer and found it not to be there Reap couldn't help grinning slightly himself. About bloody time these guards learn a lesson. He went back to his notebook, finishing another page before being interrupted yet again. “Hello Dearest Reap! How are you today? You seemed quite lonely, so I have come to entertain you. What are you writing my kind fellow?” With an inward sigh that was barely audible he turned and looked at the owner of the voice. A female, not attractive in the normal sense of the word, but in her own way she had a certain flare about her. Reap's face remained emotionless as he answered her question. His voice calm. "A novel, quite good but it doesn't have an ending yet." He was annoyed slightly, the girl, he didn't know her name or could not recall it. He had a bad memory for things like that. He fingered the pencil in silence then, not one for idle chitchat or small talk. Sighing loudly this time he closed the book and slid his pencil in the spine, shifting in his seat so he could see her more clearly. "Loneliness is a matter of perspective. Although it raises the question of why your so cheerful?" He asked, this was most likely the most he had talked to someone in a week, and though unusual he found himself to be in the mood for a little conversation. Never become predictable, that gets you killed. His mind echoed the words he had read so long ago. Hardly matters, ill be dead soon anyway. Dead or free.

... (ignoring the fact that I said the door was shut. But whatever. Ill roll with it!)

Matt froze, his now red eyes seeming to see behind him even though he was looking straight ahead. His slasher smile only grew. He turned around slowly, glaring at Kerrik. Only... He was blind, right? Hmm... that explained why he had followed him. Kerrik didn't seem to understand.

The guard's head shot up, his eyes full of terror. "Oh thank god! Help me! He's gonna ki- AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Matt's fingers held onto his head like a vice. Matt slammed his head into the floor again, rendering him nearly unconsious.

"Kerrik... pleased to meet your aquaintence." Matt spoke, his voice deep and harsh. But he kept his smile. Matt and Kerrik had met before, of course... but he'd never seen this side of him. "Matt isn't here at the moment. Can I take a message?" His eyes widened. "I have plenty of blood to write it with." The vice grip on the guards head tightened, and the poor soul screamed again. "This unfortunate guard had the bad judgement to hurt one of my friends. I don't want you to get hurt, so if you could please leave, that would be nice."

Slasher smile plastered on his face, Matt continued to drag the guard down the hall. After a minute, he picked him up by the head and threw him a few feet in front of himself. "Now stand at fight."

The guard coughed up blood, then glarred up at the monster that was Matthew Ciardha. "You... your a monster!"
"I know." Were the only words for a responce. Followed by a foot to the face. "Now cmon! You wanted to prove youre such a big shot?! HUH!?" Matt glared at him, enjoying the guards pain. "HURT MY FRIENDS! THINK YOUR SO TOUGH!!"

An elbow to the back had the guard creaming in pain again. Followed by a foot to the back of the head and his right shoulder. Matt heard distinct cracks coming from the body. It only made him happier. "Not so tough now, are you...?"

"H... h... HELP!!" The guard screamed in pure terror. Matt silenced him with his fist.

"Begging for help... pathetic." He tsked at him. "I expected better of you. Oh well... you've made your last mistake." He raised his foot again, grinning again. "Time to die."

A tranqulizer dart flew past Matt's right ear. He didn't flinch, only turned around to face the dead man that shot it.

Er... men. There were about twenty guards pointing there guns at Matt. That was just about the only advantage this place had on the experiments. Sheer numbers. Matt's eyes widened, the red peircing all of their gazes. They were afraid. Afraid of him. Afraid of his monster.

Matt kept grinning. "Bring it on." He jumped at them.

(sorry, I didn't see that part. And even if you say the door shut, my guy could have slipped through while it was closing.)

Kerrik sighed. He knew all to well of another experiment with another personality. One of the perks of having a guard who is willing to talk to his charge. He moved the guard back a ways, then stepping up to the group that had appeared. Though he was blind, all the vibes he was getting allowed him to fluently move around. He jumped into the group seconds after Matt did. "You kidding? I would take any chance to beat up the guards. I just see no point in killing them, when they do ignorant things." He grabbed a guard who was training a bead on Matt, throwing the startled guy into the wall. Ducking under a couple of them as they tried to physically subdue him, his fists found their stomachs. The punch wasn't exactly mortal, but there was enough force that whatever the guards had for lunch came up.

"You seem to like fighting. Maybe we could spar next time we have a chance." Kerrik said calmly, as though this was a walk in the park. He didn't mind this, he was feeling a little cooped up the past week. There was something about fighting that excited him, though he doesn't kill his opponent. He crouched and backfliped over 2 more guards, grabbing their collars, and hurling them into 3 more coming his way.

(wow, double post, I think it posted again when I refreshed the page from a temporary 503 notice =.=; sorry.)

"You're the girl who killed the other one, aren't you?"

"You could say that. Or you could call me--"

"Kellyn," a breakthrough from the intercom system of their cell had her at attention. "You're to report to Dr. Pan in five minutes," the authority doctrined. Making light of the appointment, she gingerly placed the red felt-tip in Dimitri's spindling fingers. Kellyn then slipped around Dimitri without a need for weariness in her back being turned to the woman. "Will we meet again?" The rhetorical arch in her voice meandered in the facetious attitude.

They came, punctual, and she left with nothing no remnant, as they all usually did in their controlled environments. There was only the verse, red and humbly existing to give what the reader put to it's meaning...

The eloquence of design
was pardoned not by hand.
It took the essence of Gene
to know and understand.

An architect, a dreamer,
she knows the stairs and wells.
Man lost himself to error,
he ransacked where she dwells.

Now I sleuth my lexicons,
keen to what they stole.
I feel the thieves accosting--though--
long after they left my home.

Axel added a few last strokes to the sheet, touching up the shading as well as erasing any stray marks. He quickly signed the bottom then folded the paper in half, setting it on Elspeth's lap. It showed her with a leg lazily draped over the other, both eyes facing forward, but they were creepy. The realness of the drawing was almost overbearing and he was happy in what he had done. He stood, then straddled his legs around the back of the chair, looking from the hot blonde to Marcello. Though it did not take long for his eyes to wander back to her to catch her reaction. "I think about getting out everyday. I would be willing to help. I have definitely got the strength." He gave one of his trademark grins then continued. "And anyways, if we team up, maybe this could really work, ya' know?" His eyes went back to her for the countless time. She was mumbling something but he just thought it to be adorable. "I would be willing to put my life on the line if I could just escape from this Hell. But it will be more then that. Not only would we have to get away, but for our whole lives we would have to remain under wraps, always on the move using a fake identity. But even that is better then getting needles inserted into your spine on a daily basis." He cringed, suddenly feeling the throbbing pain of the almost raw skin behind his neck. The same place everyone had a growing purple-green bruise from excess prodding by doctors.

>:/

Four seconds had Matt throwing a guard (a move he didn't like in this state) right into Kerrik. Wether he dodged or not wasn't his concern.

"This is my fight!" He yelled, bashing in the kneecap of one of the guards and elbowing him away. "Stay out of this!" Bloodlust was almost dripping from his mouth as he said the words. This was so much fun! He hadn't gotten to cut lose and break some shit for a while. And each gaurd he defeated was soon replaced by another.

Tazers flew everywhere, all of them trying to subdue the demon that was trying to kill as much people as he could. Friend, foe, it didn't matter at this point. All that mattered was the blood... the red blood that spilled onto the white floors.

Matt threw a punch to another guard, causing him to stummble back, holding his now broken nose. He pulled out his tazer and rushed Matt, who ducked and swiped his foot under the guard. But the guard jumped over his foot and elbowed Matt in the head, the experiment flying down and hitting his head on the floor. The guard was quick, and landed his tazer right on Matt's spine. Two seconds, then he backed up, still on his guard. Bloodied and broken guards were all around him, waiting, waiting to see if Matt got back up.

Which he did. Fast. And he landed both his knees in two guards stunned faces. He grabbed a nightstick off of one of them and swung, bashing the skull of one of them almost in. Then he ducked, doing the splits and tripping two gaurds that were running for him. Matt rolled backwards and stuck his feet upwards, catching both guards with the momentum. He jumped back up from his backwards somersault and his new nightstick found a guards stomach, then anothers face and legs.


More and more guards rushed the kid, and more and more fell. Matt was unstoppable in this form. A killer. A beast. A-

His head jerkd to the right. He was a kid with a tranq in his arm. He shook his head, trying to shake of the effects before jumping in the fray again. Kicking, slashing, fighting tooth and nail. One tranquilizer wasn't enough to take him down.
It was enough to slow him though. The guards started finding opening in Matt's once flawles style. Soon he would have bruises on his ribs and back.

"C'mon. Thinks thats all you got! FIGHT ME!" He yelled as the last two fell. He stomped on ones head, the helmet cracking.
"This is all you have to offer... dissapointing..." Matt almost looked sad. Almost. He raised his foot again. "Do you know fear?" The guard didn't answer. He couldn't.

"Good." Matt had his slasher smile again. ... Just before he felt a huge shocking pain shoot up his leg. One as the guards was still consious. And had his tazer. Matt screamed. A pure, rage filled scream. That hurt. A lot. And as all the pain from the fight slowly found it's way towards his brain, the brain simply couldn't handle it. He fell unconsious, head first into the ground.

***

Matt was in a stray jacket down, being carried down the hall by new guards, being taken back to the room with the others.

"I won't have it." A short man next to the guard said. "There are four dead. All injured in some way. I want more guards at every door. NEVER let this happen again. Do you understand!?"

"Yes sir." The guard simply said. They reached the room, and literally tossed Matt back in, still unconsious.
"And get these bastards some fucking food!" The short man in the suit said. "I hear that's what caused this whole damn thing."
"Yes sir." The guard said, before him and the man walked out and shut the door. A few minutes passed before they retuned with some food, and put in on the table, then left again.

Then Matt woke up. His eyes shot open wide, red still mixed in with them. he looked around for guards, but when he found none, his eyes calmed down. The red faded easily. The normal Matt was back. He struggled for a second silently, eyes dull, before he whispered. "Can somone help me get this off... I can't breathe..." He looked tired. Broken. Beaten. "Please..."

But inside, he had had enough. This was too much. Even more security!? Bull... this was not going well. And it ws time to do something. His eyes went red again, for only a split second, but then they were back to brown. He was getting out of here. One way or another. ... but first...

"Help... please..." His breath was hard.

(Kelsii, you double posted.)

Kerrik barely ducked under guard that Matt threw at him. "Hey, watch it. I'm on your side, dolt." Though he couldn't see, he could tell Matt was winning. More than one body thumped against the floor. Kerrik stopped, noticing movement behind their little fight, and turned to face the newcomers. He ran towards them, tensing his legs at the last second to jump over them. Taking their attention, or so he thought, he began to attack these guys. However, when he took one step to them, he felt a prick in his back. 'Damn, they stuck me.' He grinned. These guys didn't know that he had built up an immunity to the serum, and it was minimally effective, but he played the part of the knocked out experiment.

"This one will be out for another hour at least, and then he'll be in his room." Some guards laughed at that as they tossed Kerrik back in the room. as the guards turned, Kerrik landed in a crouching position, grinning. "Looks like it actually worked. Wow." He stood, and looked in the camera's direction. Walking back over to Elspeth, he resumed what he was doing. "Hey, I'm back." He looked over to the wall, he could hear the other guards bring Matt back into the room. Even without his eyesight, he knew Matt was still. Getting to his feet, Kerrik felt the harness the guards had put him in, and broke the bindings. Pulling the harness off, he tossed it to the door. He looked over to the table. "Don't eat too much, they've put something in the food that will knock us out. A little is fine, it will only make you dizzy."

Marcello Chaves

Marcello blinked in shock as he heard a faint whisper from Elspeth. She seemed to have said "No, it would just get us killed." That, Marcello agreed with but he was too shocked to react in any way. When he came over to her, he hadn’t truly expected her to talk back to him. He had never seen her speak to anyone, not ever. Marcello just stared at her, dumbfounded.

Marcello shot a dirty look at Axel as he began talking of escape. Marcello shook his head vigorously and glanced back at the security camera that appeared to be zooming in on them. After he had made sure they were being watched by the camera he said as loudly as he could “Axel, no that’s not a good idea. I have never thought of escaping or you were just joking right? Oh yeah, you are a funny one” Marcello said as he forced out a fake and deliberate laugh.

Marcello then grabbed a nearby magazine as he pretended to read it quite closely, in order to cover his mouth so his lips would not be read. In a faint whisper, so only Axel and Elspeth could hear he said “Look man, we can’t be talkin like that with cameras out. You wanna talk escape? I’m in if you got a good plan. I think now that we are all older everyone is lookin more to get out. We need a plan and also to see who all is in. I got a good feelin that everybody is getting real restless” Marcello layed the magazine back down, as if done looking at it.

“If there is something either of you would like to say, I would say it soon cause they will be taking us all out of here soon. With those guys beatin up on the guards, I’d say they vacate us all in about five minutes. Though, there will be outdoor time with all the experiments tomorrow. Twelve o clock.” Marcello said, as he nudged the magazine a little. “Either or you wanna read?” he said casually, looking now at Elspeth with much speculation.

Heroku Hiroshima
Heroku’s eyes lit up as Reap talked about his novel. “Hm.. I would love, love, love to read it sometime. If you don’t mind. Books are my fat boy’s chocolate.” Heroku said as she noticed Reap grin when Matt could not find the Taser. Heroku was very intuitive, she had seen the bulge of it in his clothing. Then she heard his second response "Loneliness is a matter of perspective. Although it raises the question of why your so cheerful?"

Heroku’s smiled widened as she thought about it. Why, was she so cheerful? “That sir, is a very good question. I suppose I am simply that sort? No… I believe it is because I still have hope. Not many here still have that” Heroku with a devious little smile as she looked at the bulge in his pocket. She swiftly and delicately plucked it from his pocket. “Apparently so do you?” Heroku said questioningly. A question hung in her mind as she looked at it.