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Dray

...Don't cross me...

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a character in “Escape to the Outside”, as played by yogitheambrangyl

Description

ImageName:
Dray
Age:
15 though could pass for older.
Gender:
Male
Mutation/Abilities:
Dray is an attempt at creating a dragon shifter. The Lab began experiments in an attempt to create mythical creatures such as gryphons and dragons. These mutations needed to be done on newborn children and on test tube embryos that the Lab created. As an egg Dray's human DNA was mixed with a reptile's along with a small amount of bird. Once he was considered a newborn the gene modifications began. By the age of five he was able to transform himself into what appeared to be an actual dragon. Now he is able to shift certain parts of his body, such as his hands to claws, in order to help him in fighting. By the time they decided to add a fire element his body was too weak and strained from their tests. The scientists have put off this addition in replace of growing his physical body in the hopes that he would become loyal to them. Having the mutations done to him at such a young age his sense of smell and hearing are heightened much beyond a normal human's and his sight is sharper than most. He may not have as much muscle as any of the others but his strength is greater than even some of the guards.
ImageMutation Appearance: His hair is a bright unnatural red, and due to the small amount of bird DNA he has a few white feathers scattered throughout his hair. His eyes are a bright glowing burgundy and his pupils are slits much like a feline's. He has trails of burgundy shaded scales that frame his face, extend down his nose, back, arms, and legs. These scales form a harder outer skin to the tops of his hands and feet. From far away they are not as noticeable but the color can be seen faintly, making his skin look red in those areas. On his back the scales are thicker and raised slightly in a pattern which looks like folded wings.
Description: Dray has a normal build for a boy of his age, he is about five seven and well-muscled. His hair is a bright/ burgundy red and from afar it looks as if there are white streaks in it; those streaks are actually white feathers. It reaches down to his shoulders and he is constantly pushing it out of his eyes and cutting it haphazardly with his claws. The skin that is not covered in the red tinged scales is pale from the lack of constant sunlight and often covered in bruises or cuts from being in the Games often enough. Anyone who looks at him can tell that he is a predator; the way he walks or looks at another brings to mind the feeling of being stalked.
ImageAs a dragon he is not a whole long bigger than he is normally; at least on a height and length wise standard. On all fours his shoulder is almost at the four feet mark. His body is about five feet long, his neck and head add three more feet, his tail alone is another four, and each wing is about seven or eight feet long. He is completely covered in bright red scales though different shades mark the transitions from his wings, limbs, and his lower belly. He has what should be sharps spines lined down his back and two long horns that extend out the back of his skull. To keep the guards and scientists safe they have all been cut and filed down. His claws look like obsidian, and have also been cut short so that he is unable to harm the people around him. All of these need to be cut and filed regularly about once every other week.

ImagePersonality: Dray is a really closed off person; he does not like to trust anyone around him, mutant or not. From all the tests, training, and Games, his mind came close to breaking a few times, but he managed to close himself off and survive. That is his main goal, to survive by any means. He has excelled at hiding his thoughts and emotions to the point where the guards and scientists do not know whether he has become loyal to them or not. He plays along with their trainings in order to better himself, but he plans to get back at the Lab any way he can. He is extremely dedicated and once he has put his mind on something, he does not readily stop.
After determining that a person is friendly, he will open up slightly and talk with them. He will allow them to get to know more of what he is thinking. He is more likely to open up to a mutant that he has determined is not affiliated with the Lab. Around any normal or guard, he will remain silent. A few of the scientists and guards have never heard him speak and for a long time they thought he was a mute.
Once he trusts someone he is extremely loyal. He has not had any close friends but he knows that if he ever had one he would do anything to protect them.

Strengths: His increased strength makes him a tough opponent. Through his training with the guards he is a strong opponent at hand to hand combat. Staying quiet for so long he has learned to read people’s facial expressions and listen into their emotions through what they say. His heightened senses allows him to be a top class predator, often scaring guards in hunting scenarios.
Weaknesses: He is sometimes too distrustful; even some of the guards and scientists that are nice to him he is still cautious around and won’t speak to them. He relies too much on his own strength sometimes, and won’t readily accept help when he needs it. Image
Fears: Being in the Lab his entire life he has seen many different types of tortures. He does not like being in the dark or in small rooms without some sort of opening such as a window, even if it is small (claustrophobic). Add the two together and he will start to panic.
Writing Sample: His muscles were aching, burning, starting to cramp; but he knew he couldn’t stop now. Not yet… He knew he had to beat his last time. They always wanted them to improve, even if it was by a few seconds. It was his last lap around the room, and after running for several hours he knew that he won’t be able to move later. He finally made it past the check point and eased to a stop, glancing over at the guard that was timing him. The guard called over another and they both looked at the time on the stopwatch. That’s not good… They didn’t need to call another over when he did what they asked; meaning he didn’t beat his time that he set this morning. The guards headed over to him and he didn’t move; he didn’t think he could at the moment. The second he moved his legs he could feel that he would collapse. Luckily he didn’t go through that shame as they grabbed his arms and started carrying him out; together they were strong enough to lift him so that his feet skimmed the floor. He didn’t resist as they took him down one of the hallways, but clenched his fists as he saw the room they were headed to. He was thrown in, non-too gently, and he groaned as the door slammed shut. The room was only a few feet wide and a couple feet long, with a low ceiling that he could barely stand up in. His breath quickened as he felt like the air was getting thicker and harder for him to breathe. There was a click and the lights went out. His whole body tensed and he started to shake, nearly hyperventilating. He knew the guards made fun of him for it, but he couldn’t control his fear of being in such a small space with no light. Once he could get back up to his knees he began to bang his fists against the door.

So begins...

Dray's Story

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Olek wiped beads of sweat off of his feverish forehead. He coughed lightly which in turn sent a massive amount of pain across his body. Between a few of his bruised ribs, and the slash marks in his chest, breathing was growing quite difficult. He forced himself to block out the pain for as long as he possibly could. Not good, can't get this dinged up this early. I'll have to take things slow.

After a few fleeting moments of deep thought Hawke approached Olek and handed him some tourniquets made out of his own shirt. Olek nodded and uttered a simple 'thank you' to Hawke as he did so. Shortly after this Bast approached, the grace in her walk was undamaged from when she was knocked down moments ago. "Yeah, and we won't get very far with you bleeding out either. Hold still and let me wrap you up." She spoke in what Olek deemed a level headed manner. He nodded and unclipped his vest so she could wrap the home made bandages around his torso. He let out a small sigh of relief as Bast did her best to Keep Olek in the fight for as long as possible. Olek felt a slight sense of security knowing that Bast had his back.

"Why'd you do that anyway? Throw yourself in the line of danger like that to help her?" Bast spoke up whilst tending to his wounds. Olek calmly glanced over at Kisa, her grievous wound was harsh enough to make even Olek wince. "I have a lot of things to do right, it may have only taken a few months for you to make the right decision. It took me seven years and a ter-" Olek stopped, his body grew rigid. After a split second his body went back to it's normal state. "Seven years and a power outage...." He paused once more appearing as if he was going to say more. He looked into Bast's fierce green eyes with his singular hazel eye. for a few moments before he looked away, constantly scanning the woods as they stood still. Bast soon finished and asked Olek if he needed to lean on her. He picked up his shredded vest and slid it back on, wincing as he did so. He gave her a conflicted nod and threw an arm over her shoulder, displacing some of his weight onto Bast.

Olek heavily considered staying behind to give the others more time. His train of thought was interrupted by a gentle hand on his arm, his head slowly turned, still clutching his chest with one arm. Edur stood at his side, peering closely at his wounds. "You...okay?" She spoke in a concerned voice. Olek gazed at her for a few moments. His demeanor softened ever so slightly. Instead of a cold harsh eye, he looked at her with a warm and inviting one. "This?" Olek said as he gestured to his chest. "This is nothing, should've been there when I lost righty." Olek said with a slight smirk as he tapped on his eye patch with his right hand. On closer inspection now that Olek's sleeves were rolled up, one could easily see the extensive burn scars covering his right forearm. Olek tried to keep the situation light around Edur. Olek felt no need to be commanding or stern with her, as there was no point to keep her combat ready.

At that moment Bast's head turned, listening to something that Olek couldn't hear. Instinctively, Olek's right hand jumped to his sidearm. He quickly unholstered it and was ready for anything. "Oh shit, we gotta move!" Bast spoke with the utmost urgency. Olek started stumbling forward whilst Bast supported him. He looked over at her, his demeanor once again fierce and alert. He picked up his pace, for now that he was supported by Bast he was capable of an awkward run. He glanced over at Bast for only a few seconds. You'll have to leave me behind sooner or later. Like it or not Olek was slowly becoming dead weight.

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Edur wasn't very familiar with guards looking at her in something other then in haterd, but this one was open and kind. "This?" He said pointing to the wound. "This is nothing, should've been there when I lost righty." This caused Edur to let out a little giggle and she nodded, fully believing that he was okay and not as injured as she assumed.

As this happens Edur could hear the faint call of a animal she couldn't put to name. She didn't think anything of if until the man took hold of his gun and the woman bellowed out a warning for them to run. The two guards supported eachother, and began to limp away at a fast pace. Edur took a split second to look at the others before sprinting after the two.

As they ran Edur couldn't help but regret letting Kisa scare her into not eating. Her stomach rumbled and the soreness of her legs became more and more evident. But seeing the look of determination of the male guards face made Edur know she couldn't just stop. So she pushed forwards, and although she stumbled every few steps she kept up a good pace.

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Hawke stepped back with a snarl of his own, fear jolting through his malnourished frame. "F-Fine then! Let it g-get infect-ted, dumb c-cat!" He spat, half in the growls of Kisa's other form so the words were badly garbled. He used a couple strips to rebind his own wounds, wrapped the rest around one arm, and listened carefully to the woods changing. It wasn't the tranquil, lazy place now. Now, it was dangerous. They were coming. At least, a few were... With a glance back and a few frantic calls to the hidden animals to either help or keep well away, he took off at the rear of the group as fast as his wounds would allow. The panic and determination that shot through him ripped pain away. He had no doubt begun bleeding again, but he had only one thing on his mind: Get his Pack safe. Even the thought that they weren't truly his Pack, that they were just some ragtag group, didn't cross his mind.

In a similar, although more controlled panic, The Alpha pushed ahead in a few long strides, looking directly at Bast with almost human eyes. He gave an odd sigh of a growl, his ears flicking toward the thinner parts of the woods. He'd been there a long time, had watched the "Hunters"; there were fewer traps this way because of its openness, and if he had understood Brother Twolegs correctly they wanted to get into the territory of the Fishing Twolegs. The thought made his lip curl, but he understood. Thought the Female and the Brother were clever. Get rid of the scent, lose the trail, like running in the rain. His loyalty, however, only went so far as the edge of his home. He sniffed at the faintest stinking scent of fish and salt, looked at the Female again, and howled. In a single, long note, he conveyed a rendezvous to the rest of his Pack.

They had to hurry. Hawke understood that, and the Alpha's call. Before long they'd reach the edge of the territory, where they'd be on their own. How much further past that the water came, he didn't know. "They have to leave once we reach the far end of the clearing," he called, watching the two guards half run, half stumble through the brush. "He won't put his pack in more danger, and their territory ends there!" Luck be with us all, He added pleadingly.

Aileen

Ai rubbed her head, flopping into her favorite chair. She'd had a pounding headache all day from her crash, and the meds she took didn't help. She was growly all through her classes, instead of her usual, cheery self. She'd also been hard to understand, her annoyance bringing out her thick accents. She wasn't sure which they heard this time. Perhaps a mix of several...

Sometimes, not being able to heal yourself just sucked.

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"They have to leave once we reach the far end of the clearing, he won't put his pack in more danger and their territory ends there!" Hawke relayed on the wolves behalf. Max merely nodded sharply once in response and kept on running. There was a big fat if there that wasn't being addressed, IF they made it to the clearing.

Max imagined her eyes were like a camera, the trees and grass scrolling by as they raced, her eyes the shutter. This blurred view of the world, of this bloody forest floor, might've been the last imagery she ever saw...The soldier pines were dressed in somber greens, the broadleaves in viridescent and faded golds, already beginning to brown, were laden with dew. Even with Olek clinging to her side, Max prowled through the trees like a lean glided ray of light shinning through the branches. The soft broken ground was treacherous with half-buried roots and hidden stones, but she found her way with ease--wishing Olek had the dexterity currently to do the same, though for someone wounded, he managed fairly well considering. As long as he kept leaning on her, he had a chance. She bounded across ridges, their deep ruts filled with runoff and up and down the rolling hills they went, through brambles and briars and tangles of underbrush, along the bottoms of narrow gullies where bare branches slapped at her face as she passed.

She smelled the sea long before she ever saw it; the briny scent carrying on the wind. She heard the tell-tale wail of the gulls scavenging for fisher's cast aways before she ever laid eyes on them. Where she had been documenting her final moments in still frames before, she tuned the world out then--hungry for life. The voices of those in pursuit were far behind her, further than the docks were close. They could make it, she didn't have to resign to her fate just yet. The mere thought of survival had Max's inner animal bristling uncomfortably. A slow thrum of energy built up in her veins, and she cringed at the rush of adrenaline that welled as the thrum intensified into the singing of raw power mingling with mere blood and neurons. She could feel the very coils of her cat's ferocity pulsing through her arteries as she pushed herself harder.

Soon, where trees had once crowded around them, the landscape opened up into a plain that would eventually slope down to the beach. This was were the wolves left them and Max had no time for a ceremonious goodbye, she ardently hoped Hawke realized he didn't either but she didn't wait to find out and kept moving forward. Most of the group's energy reserves were draining or already depleated. She knew if they rested now, or even slowed, they might not be able to continue. They had to keep their adrenaline pumping.

The sparse patched of trees gave way to open sky, and the black rich dirt to tan loose granular soil. The wind rattled through the tall, weedy, grass and thorny shrubbery that dotted the outskirts of a vast endless body of water that finally came into view. This was not some large open glamorous beach with white sand like one saw when standing on the shores of The Gulf of Mexico, Max had spring breaked there in high school. This was a docking bay, and what surfaces weren't lined with slick black rocks that were plastered in barnacles were cemented and put to use. Large steel ships filled the harbor, some loading for transport, others unloading. Max paused at the hillside, unhitching the other guard from her hip, and watched the waves as they slid in and out, gulls screaming overhead, their shrill voices almost morose sounding. They dove at the sea, silhouettes muddied by the suddenly foreboding and overcast sky, while the wind sliced through Max's blonde hair, making her cheeks rosy. The sun peaked through the grey thunderous clouds and speckled the water with light before slowly folding itself up again.

"I can't believe we fucking made it." She breathed, reverent. She turned to look at her compatriots, wounded and weary behind her. They weren't quite out of the proverbial woods yet, even if the literal ones were behind them. Her head snapped back to the sprawling landscape before her before they narrowed on her target. "You guys okay to follow me? Stay on my tail-" She looked over to Kisa and a few others whom actually had tails and winced. "Stay behind me and keep low. Try to look as human as you can in case you get seen, but I know a place we can duck and hide. Use the shipping containers for cover." Max hesitated, registering the look of absolute lack of recognition on their faces. "Those are the giant steel orange, blue and green boxes." She didn't want to make assumptions, she knew that for whatever bias, they did not want her in a position of power over them--being the one to lead them--but were happy to follow Olek. However Barrow was looking a little green around the gills, and there wasn't time to take a poll when the guards shouts could still be heard in the distance as they were closing in. They needed to move, quickly, and she just so happened to have a plan.

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Gradually tensions between everyone seemed to settle down as sounds of the guards continued to come towards them. Shouts and radio static coming to their ears as they continued to search the woods. Max and Hawke took the lead at the coming threat neared. They all started running, heading for the clearing up ahead.
Hawke called out that the wolves could no longer follow as their territory only went so far. He swung his head back for a few moments to watch them stay behind then he ran after the others. Hos dragon claws digging into the ground to feel the changes from soft malleable soil to shifting grainy sand. It felt weird and started to get in between his scales and into the bleeding gashes.
The wounds didn’t concern him for long as the air began to change. The smell of salt, something damp, and an almost rotten type smell that he couldn’t quite place. After a few moments he identified the smell as fish, he had smelt it before when the guards had fed the cat mutants. He wondered briefly if they were going to have to eat the same type of food they were getting back in the Lab.
He paused at the back of the group as Max began to explain the next steps. “Stay behind me and keep low. Try to look as human as you can in case you get seen, but I know a place we can duck and hide. Use the shipping containers for cover." She paused slightly when she saw their looks. He didn’t know many of the words that she used then explained that the metal boxes were to be used as the cover. It was a bit unnerving that she still had so much control over them. She knew more, was leading them around, and there wasn’t much any of them could do to change that.
He knew for sure that he would not be able to pass as human, considering right now he looked like an animal out of human stories; good thing it was getting dark and the shadows were starting to take on unnatural shapes. He would have turned back to his normal self but he was still without anything to cover himself with, and he figured none of them had extra clothes.
Kisa launched forward into the shadows of some of the metal boxes. They looked even more confining than their old cages and he hoped they wouldn’t have to stay in one of them. He glanced over at Hawke, trying to gauge where they stood with each other. He was suddenly glad that they hadn’t fought in the Games and had made it this far. Maybe he could see a bit of the hesitancy he had towards the confining spaces of the metal boxes, and the need for him to change back to his normal form.
The jaguar let out a chirping sound for them to continue forward and nudged Edur and Chris forward after the others into the safety of the shadows. Their ragtag group needed to rest and recuperate soon, otherwise they would either be caught or die due to their wounds.

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As soon as they emerged from the forest Chris let out an audible sigh of relief, they were so much closer to some kind of shelter now that they were out. As he stood looking at the docks he felt a strange mix of fear and excitement he quickly turned his attention to Bast as she explained what was going to happen next.“Stay behind me and keep low. Try to look as human as you can in case you get seen, but I know a place we can duck and hide. Use the shipping containers for cover.Those are the giant steel orange, blue and green boxes." at these words he let himself relax slightly.

He was incredibly relieved that it was starting to get dark. In the day light he'd easily be recognized as something other than human, but now that the night was approaching he'd be able to easily conceal his less human features as long as he stays in the shadows. As Kisa ran towards the shadows of one of the large boxes he found himself staring at the large container nervously. He knew that they weren't meant to be cages but the large containers still made him feel uneasy. When Dray nudged both him and Edur towards the shadows he gave the dragon a silent nod and then took Edur's hand and began leading her toward the large box with the others.

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Edur burst through the trees and the first thing that hit her was the smell. At once she recognized it wad fish and her stomach growled louder then she hoped it would. Blushing at this she looked to the woman guard who then spoke up. “Stay behind me and keep low. Try to look as human as you can in case you get seen, but I know a place we can duck and hide. Use the shipping containers for cover. Those are the giant steel orange, blue and green boxes." At these words Edur winced. Out of all of them, at least when Dray, Hawke and Kisa were fully human, she was the most odd looking. Or at least in her eyes.

She glanced at the fur covering most of her body and for the first time felt sick of it. She'd never be able to pass for a human of one got close. And it wasn't just her fur. Her tail was large and long and her small amount of hairless skin was covered in black spots she couldn't name.

At that moment Edur looked at the, shipping containers as she put it, that they were supposed to hide in. She grimaced as Dray nudged her towards them. They reminded her of the cages. She was about to turn when Chris grabbed her hand and Edur glanced at him. Sighing she tightened her grip and allowed him to lead her to the cage boxes.

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Thank you, Brothers.... Hawke gave a soft how as the wolves left his side, unable to give more a goodbye as he stumbled and ran along after the others. He had to lie down, soon... His vision went dark and he tumbled forward, falling into.... Sand? Well, even if it wasn't, it was certainly softer. He forced himself to his feet and followed as closely as he could, keeping relatively low as Bast suggested. He was moving blind now, more tense than he had been even earlier-something he'd never thought possible. They were moving through a series of steel boxes, shipping containers. The words made them sound like they were being transferred to a new lab. He quickly shook his head. We have to trust them, at this point. They almost got killed for us. He moved faster as best he could, bumping right into Dray. He smiled slightly, patting the dragon's side. "I think we'll be alright... I just hope we don't have to spend a night in these..." He repressed a shudder and swayed with even that effort. Shit... He leaned heavily against Dray, gripping his side tighter. No...Not here....Stay awake, dammit...! He forced himself to stay upright, but his entire body shook as he limped forward.

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As the trees sped past Olek, he did his best to keep up with Bast. This wasn't Olek's first mad dash through a heavily wooded area, but in his current condition, running wasn't ideal. Sore, tired, and in pain they eventually arrived at the docks. He breathed a sigh of relief that sent sluggish signals of pain across his chest. He calmly withdrew his arm for Bast, nodding to her and giving her a look of thanks as he stepped away from her whilst behind the cover of a shipping container.

He calmly walked past Edur, and Chris and nodded to them both as he did so. As he walked past them he took his usual position in the rear. Now that they no longer had to sustain a semi-sprint, he would be able to take care of himself. As he withdrew, he calmly started scanning the area behind them for dock workers. He didn't want any loose ends. If they got spotted, it would be trouble no doubt.

He grasped his side, and glanced over at Hawke, then his gaze lingered on Kisa. He was incredibly concerned for the two. They both were in considerably rough shape. Hawke was leaking a lot of blood, had Olek taken as many shots as Hawke had, he would've dropped a lot longer before he. Kisa's leg also concerned Olek. Her leg looked pretty banged up, and it hurt knowing that there's nothing they could do for her on the run. After he heard Edur's stomach growl, this also brought up a looming issue. Their primary concern would be food, water, and medical supplies. Olek sure as hell couldn't go out in public, he would need a false eye for that one, as his employers would probably be combing the whole city for a man with an eye patch. His gaze once again shifted to Bast. She would be pretty much the only one without easily spotted qualities. He would bring this up later, but for now Olek simply focused on keeping the group safe from immediate dangers rather than looming ones.

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The rag-tag group of majoritively transgenic individuals wound their way through the large, multicolored, metal containers; stalking along like the creature people they were, barring Olek of course. None of the former prisoners had given any sort of attempt at a more human semblance, but Max let bygone's be bygone's. They were following her without too much protest for which she was elated. Besides, she wasn't all too sure they could've even manage a transformation in their current state.

A weather-beaten warehouse sat at the far end of shipyard, surrounded by a shipping crate graveyard, practically melding into it's backdrop. The wooden slats were long since silvered by the sun, and the roof shingles warped by time and trimmed with what looked like white lace. Upon closer inspection, Max realized the lace was actually sea salt. It was one of those places that was frighteningly reminiscent of the old haunted buildings in the Scooby Doo movies Max had grown up watching. It was one depository of many, one likely forgotten and fallen into disuse. She gave it a hesitant once over and looked back over her shoulder at her traveling companions. She reckoned they would be on tenterhooks to get out of sight, and it was a right shade more pleasant an idea to hole up there than it would be to crawl into a cage like steel container devoid of any light or fresh air. That would be too reminiscent of their former cells in the lab. Besides, there was no escape exit in those things, they could have easily been cornered once inside.

She motioned with a jerk of her head to her intended destination before slinking past the last crate usable for cover, and sprinted to the side of the building. Her back it the wall with a muted thud, chest heaving with pants after her mad dash. Max checked her sides to make sure the coast was clear and waved them over after her. She slid along the structure until she was close enough to the front entrance to try the door. She expected it to be locked, and to have to expose herself to pick the said lock, but to her surprise it was wide open. A little voice wailed in her ear that it could've been a trap, but she couldn't afford to think that way. This was their only option. She glanced back to Olek and sighed before slipping inside.

It was nearly black as pitch within the building, the windows painted over with a coat of white from the outside. Whether it was initially done to block out the sun or to keep out prying eyes, she couldn't be sure; but the paint had long since cracked and chipped, especially at the outer corners, letting in enough light to see by. Dust motes choked the air and the old boards creaked under the weight of her boots. Those boards felt thin and veined, frozen by a hundred winters, baked by a hundred summers, and smelled of the sea and age though they never should have been exposed to those elements. There wasn't much else to bee seen in the building other than that. It had a ceiling that rose up two stories easily though it only had one floor. In the corners sat fat stacks of water damaged boxes and papers--reeking of mildew, empty glass bourbon bottles and newspaper beds left by vagrants undoubtedly, and off to her left was a single door. She tried it but this one was, in fact, locked. She watched the group file in one by one behind her, for now, it seemed, they had a safe place to stay. By the looks of the place, no one had been in there in a while.

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They weaved their way through the metal cages; containers, he believed Max had said they were. He had heard of containers before and had seen smaller ones. However, when he had seen them they were always made of plastic or metal, and usually had strange colored liquids or needles inside. He was trying to think of what these huge containers would be used for when Hawke started falling over against him.
He looked in bad shape and was clutching his side as they finally stopped with an odd structure in front of them. He stayed close to Hawke and watched as Max dashed over to the small building and edged along it. With a feline type movement to her, she watched to make sure no one else was around and motioned them to hurry over as she tried to open the door. He kept his snout at Hawke’s back, pushing lightly but firmly enough to make sure he would make it to the faded white wall.
Max slipped inside and Dray could already smell the old and musty objects that were inside. Again he kept his snout at Hawke’s back and made sure he got inside, following in behind him. It was dark and immediately his muscles started to stiffen. Thankfully there was just enough light left coming in that he was able to make out shapes in the dark, and the ceiling was high enough that he did not feel trapped.
He roamed about the room and spotted what looked to be like blankets. They didn’t smell too good and looked a bit shabby but it was better than some of the clothes that the Lab gave them on occasion. He looked for Kisa and bit down on the edge of one, flinging it in her direction. There were no clothes in the room but it was better than nothing; and if she didn’t want to change back then it could be stripped and used for wrappings.
He felt his body shifting, his wings folding flat against his back and the scaly skin melding into each other as if it were melting. His limbs became smaller, the dark red scales fading to smooth skin in most places besides trails of red that went down his back arms and legs. His snout shrank, the sharp teeth becoming normal human ones and the blunted horns on his head disappearing beneath the red hair that sprouted at the top of his head. The bottoms of his hands and feet lost their protective scales and revealed the shredded skin beneath them that began to bleed.
Dray collapsed onto his side as soon as the shift finished, pain shooting throughout his feet and arms. He gritted his teeth and let out a groan as he reached over and pulled one of the tattered and smelly blankets over himself. Then without touching anything with his hands he forced himself to sit up and inspect the damage.

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As soon as she had gotten into the building, Kisa had gone to sit away from the others. She watched Dray as he threw a blanket at her and then, when he changed into a human. It was more, gentle, then her transformation. Something she wasn't going to look forward to with her current wound. May as well get it over and done with.

Kisa grabbed the blanket in her teeth and was able to cover her entire jaguar form with it. She didn't want anyone to see her shift, did not want to let them see how painful this was going to be.

She felt her fur melt away, her bones breaking to reform as small refined bones. Her spine changing again. Her small raspy roar turning into a human yelp. And then... Her broken leg began to change. She gritted her teeth and her entire frame began to shake as the flesh was forcibly changed into that of a human. She wanted to scream as her already broken bones tried to fix themselves, but of course, it didn't work. It just increased the agony, and when her shift was done, her foot was numb.

Kisa shivered, and pulled the blanket around her naked self. Her skin was a sickly pale, her blue eyes told her agony and exhaustion. She was hungry, sleepy and especially hungry. Her transformation took energy, and her wound needed healing. Sleep and food would be the best remedy for her pain, but sleeping and even eating would have to wait. Even... She looked at Edur, her gaze hungry. When there's a plate of food lay out before me, I will not.. She turned her head sharply and looked around the building and then... her leg. She

The wound was not right below her knee, and it looked even horrible now that she was in her human form. Her small foot was pale, nearly blue and it wasn't a good color. The broken bone was still partially visible, and the blood was coming now. It had begun to seep but then the flow came steadily, and it was already forming a puddle of blood

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When Edur entered the building she went straight for a corner to curl up in. Settling down, she glanced at Kisa, who under a blanket was making small noises of pain. Edur grimaced, but didn't look away as Kisa's now human head popped up from the blaket. The woman didn't look good, both tired, pained and hungry. She sent Edur a glance, something in her eyes Edur couldn't make out. Then she sharply turned away.

Hoping that she, along with the others who were hurt would have time to heal she laid against the wood, and brought her tail up to cover her face. Though Edur knew the odds of her getting to sleep were close to none. She was excited, and fearful. Not to mention hungry. She had no idea what would happen now. Her knowledge of the humans world was nothing but vocabulary. That was something Edur prided herself on. Due to many nights laying awake and listening to guards her vocabulary was large, at least for one of the mutants not born outside the lab. Still, coming here Edur saw many things she could not name. Things of mystery she wanted to ask one of the guards about, but that wasn't the time.

Letting out the smallest of sighs Edur curled in tigher, and became just a small figure in the corner. Her questions would have to wait until everyone was healed and fed. And until the threat of the lab was gone. Which, Edur hoped, was soon.

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Olek waited until everyone safely slipped inside of the old warehouse. He was apprehensive about all of this. They had a lot to do before they could relax. He did one last scan to make sure it was clear. He waited for a group of dock workers to disappear out of view before he booked it towards the side door to the warehouse. After only a few moments of running, Olek reached the door, clutching his side and wincing. He closed the door behind him, immersing the room in darkness for a few moments before his eye adjusted. While he waited for his eye to adjust he unclipped his shredded vest and promptly let it fall to the floor. He had no need for that right now. He rested against the wall, feeling another coughing fit coming on. He choked it down and began to take stock of everyone. His eyes drifted over everyone until he saw Kisa in her human form. She was wrapped in a blanket, but Olek's eyes darted to the copious amount of blood pooling underneath her leg.

"Shit." Olek said under his breath. He strode across the rundown warehouse, the old planks creaked and bent underneath his weight. He grabbed a tiny crate nearby her position, he slid it over and placed it near her leg. "Look, you're going to bleed out if we don't get this sorted. Try to push me away all you like, I'm not going to wait for you to pass out from blood loss." Olek spoke in a stern tone as his looked into Kisa's blue eyes. Not waiting for a response, he went to work. If she wanted to stop him, she was going to have to kill him. He calmly removed his belt and unclipped the holster attached to it. He set his holster beside him and tied his belt around Kisa's leg three inches above the grievous wound that was steadily seeping blood. After that was done, he slid the box further over from before. He lifted her leg gingerly, trying not to upset Kisa further. He proceeded to prop her wounded leg on the box. Elevating the wound would limit blood loss, only a temporary fix. They didn't have the skills or materials to fix it completely. They would also have to set the bone, but Olek didn't want to risk screwing up Kisa's leg any further.

"Try to keep it elevated, I'll be right back. I'm going to get your leg all fixed up in no time." Talking to her in such a manner briefly reminded him of the good old days in the special forces. Whether or not you were working with civilians or professionals trying to keep morale up in dire situations was very important, the setting didn't matter. He gathered his holster and rigged it to his left ankle, concealing it ever so slightly. He nodded to Kisa and got to his feet, and strode over to Bast this time. Once he was next to her, he spoke in a low voice.

"Thanks for helping me out back there, you did good Bast." Olek gave her a grateful look, but his expression soon twisted into that of worry once he started looking around at the others.

"We don't have the equipment or skills to fix up Hawke or Kisa, we can't take them to a hospital so that limits our options. Call me crazy but I think we're out of options..." Olek paused and gave Bast a strange look, a small twinkle in Olek's eye. "We need to bring the hospital to them. Ever kidnap anyone before Bast?"

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When they had left the cover of the last storage container and made it to the front of the warehouse Chris hurriedly and excitedly ran inside. The warehouse was rather large, a fine improvement over the cramped space he was used to. The warehouse seemed old and abandoned, the smell of mildew and dust filled the air, the smell made him cringe slightly due to his heightened sense of smell. Though it was much better than the lab, this place almost seemed like a palace in comparison, and Chris couldn't help but feel relieved that they were all finally in a safe place at least for the moment.

Chris soon found a large box and sat up against it. He watched as Olek tried to help Kisa who was now underneath a blanket in her human form. As Olek approached Kisa and began trying to ellivate her leg Chris half expected Kisa to refuse his assistance and was please tilt suprised when Olek had helped her with no objections. Chris continued to watch Olek as he left Kisa and started talking to Bast."Thanks for helping me out back there, you did good Bast."We don't have the equipment or skills to fix up Hawke or Kisa, we can't take them to a hospital so that limits our options. Call me crazy but I think we're out of options.We need to bring the hospital to them. Ever kidnap anyone before Bast?"

At these words Chris's ears perked up in surprise and a small amount of concern. He didn't very much like the idea of kidnapping someone, but Olek was right. There was no way they were going to get any help for Kisa, Hawke or any of the other injured unless they did this.

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Dray watched as the others made their way inside and the door was shut. He hid a shudder going down his spine by hiking up the blanket that he had pulled around himself; letting out a small hiss at the subsequent sting that radiated throughout his hands as he gripped the old and dirty fabric. That pain didn’t quite compare to Kisa’s as she started shifting back to her normal form. Bones breaking and grinding in order for her form to change back into a human. Just off of that he could tell that she had been brought in when she was older; normally they didn’t take as cleanly to the mutations the older you were. He had been brought up in the Lab, created by them, showing that through his silent shifting back and form which was mainly only uncomfortable because limbs were being added or taken away.
Olek was busy trying to get her leg in a position that wouldn’t result in the complete loss of the limb. Looking at it in the semi-darkness he could tell that the wound was bad and didn’t see much hope for her foot without a proper healer. As far as he knew the ones with healing abilities were only kept in the Lab and were rarely let go unless they were too old.
He saw Hawke rewrapping his wounds as he lay sprawled out on one of the larger boxes that was strewn haphazardly around the room. He looked down at his hands and feet again which had started to flow blood around the dirt and grime now that he didn’t have hard scales keeping everything mostly covered. He started tearing small strips from the blanket, just enough to wrap his hands and feet to soak the bleeding. It was better than just letting them bleed and scab, so he laid the fabric over the crisscrossing slashes and pulled it tight to try and stop the bleeding. He gritted his teeth and ignored the rising pain.
He was finishing up with his feet when Olek went over to Max, eyeing them all and their wounds then mentioning kidnapping. Hawke audibly growled and Chris looked concerned. He frowned and let out a low, quiet, warning growl of his own. He knew that many of them had been taken from the outside world against their world and taken into the Lab. He didn’t know what they were taken from exactly but he had seen what that did to them; and it was never good. Why were they thinking of kidnapping someone anyway? Having that kind of trouble on their hands wouldn’t help unless it was a healer.

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Kisa was too tired to resist Olek, or even shudder at the skin contact. She just did as he said, and ignored everyone else, that is except Dray. It appeared his transformation also hurt, but it obviously wasn't as painful as hers. She sighed, and pulled the poor excuse of a blanket tighter around herself. I hate the cold. She looked at the puddle of blood, and couldn't help but reach out, dipping her fingers in the blood. Her thoughts turning to a similar puddle of blood from a different time.

"Kyra! Are you okay?!" A younger version of Kisa ran over to a younger girl. "I think... I'm hurt.." Kyra peered up at Kisa, the little girl's blue eyes wide with shock. Kisa stared down at what Kyra was calling a small hurt. "Your not hurt, your broken it I think." Kisa knelt down and dipped her hand in the puddle of blood below Kyra's leg. The wound was ugly, a deep cut that would obviously scar. She saw some white stuff and assumed that this was what her skeleton was made of, bones. "Ah, sis, why does it feel so weird?" "Huh, what do you mean?" Kisa looked up at Kyra and then back at the gash and- "Agh!" Kisa pulled back and stared at the strange thing happening before her.

Kisa flinched and despite being told to keep her leg elevated, she pulled it back and began to stand. She was only able to stand on her good leg, using her tail to balance herself as she hopped toward the .

There was a panicked look in her eyes that she was hoping no one was noticing. She made it to other side of Dray before she settled down, and hissed as she jostled her injured leg. Glancing at Dray and the others she tried not to think of blood. "So... Dray right? Do you talk much? I haven't heard you say a thing on our entire adventure... I'm sorry for rambling but come on strike up a conversation." She waited and hearing only silence continued on again. "Come on, distract me from the blood, and from the evil voice in my head telling me to eat the little cub over there." Her tone was slightly humorous, but also held a tinge of truth in it.

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Olek immediately went to aid the newly human Kisa, elevating her leg to keep her from bleeding out on the warehouse floor. The rest of the group made themselves comfortable, obviously exhausted, using bits of abandoned blankets to cloak themselves for warmth or for more makeshift bandaging. Max winced, it wasn't exactly the most sanitary aid, but then again most of these mutants hadn't taken a health class or even seen the outside of lab walls to know any better.

ImageMax pulled the clip in her gun to check how much ammunition she had left and wiped her glistening brow with the back of her forearm when Olek reapproached. "Thanks for helping me out back there, you did good Bast." Max's breath caught in her throat. It wasn't often she was praised, being what her background and lineage was, and for it to come from someone like Olek...She met his gaze appreciatively. She had smiled in response until she noted his expression had grown grave. "We don't have the equipment or skills to fix up Hawke or Kisa, we can't take them to a hospital so that limits our options. Call me crazy but I think we're out of options...We need to bring the hospital to them. Ever kidnap anyone before Bast?"

She nearly choked on nothing but air, "Excuse me?" She coughed. She couldn't help but be indignant, she may have crossed many lines today, but there were some places she wasn't sure she was ready to go yet...but what else could they do? She couldn't very well bring them to safety to only have them die in squalor that was by no means an improvement from their previous conditions, the only difference being that they were technically "free." She opened her mouth to reply when the warehouse door swung open, a single silhouette standing bathed in sunlight with a pair of keys in hand, the sun raking it's warm fingers through a disheveled mop of black curly hair. They had been caught. She raised her gun immediately, site right on target. The figure froze.

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Eric Taylor had gone around the docks, making small talk with crew workers, checking shipments, covering the usual bases before he made it back over to the decaying building that housed his office. He had asked them about their families and their adventures abroad; listened to the replies with genuine interest & handed out unsanctioned bonuses from his own pocket to those he knew needed a little extra cash to get by for the week--for those who had families to feed. Eric was the real deal; didn’t have a phony bone in his entire body. Unassuming and yet had a personality that drew people to him like cold hands to a fire. He played father and peacekeeper on occasion. Not the guy who demanded to be in the spotlight but probably the best-liked man in the yard. A guy who could make just about anyone feel as if they were his best friend.

ImageHe was smiling to himself, chuckling at some ghost of a joke still rattling around his head, told to him by a sailor nicknamed Skip--so dubbed for how many times he 'skipped town' just as things became serious with whatever girl he was seeing, when he pushed opened the front door to the warehouse. It swung opened with ease which caught Eric off guard momentarily, he was so used to the door sticking in the mornings, the paint having reacted to the salt in the air when it laid still for too long. This meant he probably had company, which was not unusual. The light, eat up with dust motes, fell at Eric's back; creating a halo of gold tucked safely within the wild curls of his black hair. It made it difficult to see by, the harsh change from broad daylight to the murky darkness inside playing games with his eye's dilation.

As soon as his eyes had a moment to adjust, they perceived an unusual sight. It was not some homeless man or a hung over sailor that had come looking for respite from the chill of the night, but two armed--what looked to be black ops soldiers-holding with some kids in costume hostage. They were mangled and obviously in distress, bleeding on his floor and startled by his entrance. What had he just walked in on? Had this man and woman team kidnapped some conventioners? In their full cosplay gear? He froze, keys still in hand, before they unceremoniously dropped to the floor and he rose those hands in the air. "Whoah whoah whoah, hey now, lets not do anything hasty." He said to the woman along with his placating gesture as she held him at gunpoint. The door was still wide open, if he could but signal someone for help....

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As the group slowly voiced their distaste for the idea, Olek visibly winced. It seemed as if he would have to stress the point that they weren't going to kill anyone, contrary to what any of them thought, the plan was to save people. He was prepared to do horrible things if the group asked Olek to do so, and from Olek's point of view this wasn't even on the list of horrible things. They didn't have the materials to safely amputate Kisa's leg. They probably had an hour or two before some of them started bleeding to death. They were on the clock, and Olek didn't have time to convince them that this was the right course of action. His thoughts were interrupted by Bast's visible objection to the idea. "Excuse me?" She seemed shocked. Olek raised an eyebrow at this, mentally noting what Bast was simply unwilling to do. Olek had done a lot of bad things in his life time. Maybe he was desensitized to such a notion, but temporarily taking someone from their place of work so they could save some lives, seemed like a good plan to him.

He simply shrugged, if he had to slip out and do it alone, he would do so without hesitation. Olek wasn't going to let anyone die over a moral conundrum when they didn't have to. His thoughts were interrupted by the door to the warehouse opening behind him. He quickly spun around in a crouched position, pulling his pistol out of its holster. He could feel his heart rate quickening, and with that blood trickled down his makeshift bandages. Drops of blood began to trickle down the side of his leg; causing him to leave droplets of blood on the ground as he slowly mad his way towards the dock worker that stumbled in on them. "Whoah whoah whoah, hey now, lets not do anything hasty." He said, trying to defuse the situation. He seemed level headed from that comment, not too flustered at having guns pointed at him. Olek never let his guard down, he simply circled around the man and motioned for him to walk towards Bast. "Enter slowly. Don't do anything stupid, and you'll be fine." Olek said as he shut the door behind the man. Olek took position by the door with his weapon still trained on the man. The great thing about using a pistol in a close range situation, was simply so any enemies couldn't easily reach your weapon before they went down.

Now that the room was once again immersed in dim lighting, Olek felt his vision swimming. He knelt down, his complexion was deathly pale, and his chest heaved as he began raggedly coughing. After a few moments of weakness, he slowly picked up the keys left on the floor and locked the door. Just in case.

He righted himself and trained his pistol on the man. He would wait for a few moments to catch his breath before he spoke again.