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Gavin (Now Hawke)

The Forest Speaks, to those who have the ability to listen....

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

Description

Name: Birth Name- Gavin. In the Lab, he became known as HawkeImage

Age: 25

Gender: Male

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Mutation/Abilities: Due to several failed animal experiments, Hawke has the ability to talk with and exert his will over animals (much in the same way an Alpha member of a pack might).

Mutation Appearance: The experiment that took most was the first, an attempt to make him part hawk. If one were to look closely enough, the top layers of his hair are actually composed of feathers instead of strands of hair, a dark auburn/russet in color like a red-tailed hawk's feathers. He has "tattoos" all over his body: his left arm and down that side are all feline patterns, he has scaly patterns at the corners of his eyes, various canine/vulpine patterns going down his right arm and side, more scales and feathers going down his legs.

Description: His auburn hair reaches down to his waist; the feathers that are the top layers only reach his shoulders. The hair he keeps pulled in a tail at the nape of his neck, the uneven self done layers looking more like some mythical bird's tail than human hair. His emerald irises are usually half hidden by his feathered bangs. Despite the first mutation being bird, he's built more like a cat; tall and seemingly lanky, with sleek, deceiving muscles meant mostly for quick attacks to conserve energy.

Personality: Hawke is short tempered, and easily provoked into violence, a frightening combination that has kept him in and out of the Games for ten of his fifteen years in the Lab. He's extremely protective of anyone he considers friend or ally, making him more likely to help someone than harm them (if he likes them). Despite the short temper, once his trust is gained he's quite friendly, which earned him a handful of friends among those in the lab (mostly mutants whom his voice could reach from his room). He doesn't joke often, but so long as he isn't pissed off he does his best to remain cheerful. With his eyes closed, it's easier for him to remain calm and collected; in times of danger or excitement he uses this to override his birdlike instinct to flee (which tends to happen with his eyes open).

Strengths: Hawke is fast for his size, often using the slower builds of his opponents against them. He spends most of his time listening to conversations with his heightened sense of hearing, and uses what he hears to plan ahead.

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Weaknesses: Although his hearing is great, his sight and sense of smell are weak in comparison. His temper often gets him into trouble, and his bones are a little less dense than most because of the bit of bird DNA in him. Occasionally the flight instinct is stronger than fight, causing him to get agitated and fidgety when he can't escape. Though he can control animals, he has no power over animal-mutants

Fears: Animal mutants, stemming from his inability to exert his will over them. He is terrified that one day he'll be incapable of keeping himself alive against one of the more ferocious ones. He also isn't fond of cages or crowded areas, but this is something he can more easily control by keeping his eyes shut.


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Fifteen Years Ago
Gavin dove between the slats of a rotting fence, wincing as his side got caught on a rusted nail. He had to get away from those two men. He didn't know why he felt that way, he just didn't like the way they'd come toward him. Outweighing him by at least a hundred and fifty pounds, the scrawny preteen street rat had no other choice but to run. With a huff he turned sharply into "his" alley, his ankle screaming in protest at the sudden change of direction. His lungs and throat burned, his focus on anything but keeping his breathing even. All he had to do was get inside and flip the switch. Then his booby traps would be in place and he'd be safe--
A foot hooked around his already twisted ankle as he passed a doorway; Gavin was sent flying face first into the gravel, skidding and tumbling painfully. He coiled around himself to protect his head as he continued toward the concrete half step, his shoulders and spine smashing into it so hard he couldn't breathe. Unable to move or get a deep enough breath to cry out, he was hefted over one of the men's shoulder like a sack of flour. Last thing he saw was the other's thick fist coming straight at his face...

When he awoke, he still couldn't move. A light shone directly overhead into his eyes, harsh restraints kept his arms and legs strapped tightly to a steel surface. Faces obscured by the light surrounded him, chattering incomprehensibly through his clouded mind and punch drunk ears. Pain shot through his arms and legs as though someone had pumped liquid fire into his veins. He cried out, thrashed, desperate to get away from whatever they were doing to him, kept fighting until pain shut his senses down once more.

When he came to this time, he was in a small room. He lay on a bed much like those at the orphanage he'd lived in: steel framed, cold, with a thin mattress and little in the way of bedding. He didn't really care about the rest of the room, except for one terrifying problem: there were no windows. No way to tell where he was. He was trapped, starving, and everything hurt from head to toe. Unable to think or do anything else, Gavin coiled into the tiniest ball he could in the corner of the bed, head on his knees, and wept.

In Additions
-I'd place a facility actually in the city, a bad part of town where no one really seems to care about anyone else. Underground, of course, but definitely in the worst part of town possible so I had the largest selection of those who wouldn't be missed.
-shape shifting mutations are my favorites

So begins...

Gavin (Now Hawke)'s Story

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It seemed like a normal day outside, the sun rose as expected over the forest and a nearby city. Average people went about their business as usual, oblivious as to what was going on several miles outside of the designated hiking areas. Unbeknownst to them, individuals who ventured too far, who went missing from what should be fatal accidents, and even those who have never seen the outside world, are locked in their own personal hell of needles, white walls, bright lights, and pain. Only known as The Lab, this torturous facility experiments on living humans; the younger the better. Taking non-human DNA and splicing it into the human genome is what their scientists are most successful at. Then testing their abilities to the limits. Often only stopping when the mutant was close to death.
Funded by a select few of the government, this Lab has been able to remain functioning out of the public eye and even expand its business to several locations around the country. Workers of the Lab are sworn to absolute secrecy, are watched if they show signs of being disloyal, and are only relived of their posts because of old age or the complete inability to do their jobs. Most are there from the promise of money, not realizing in the beginning what the people actually were that they were hired to guard. Instead of prisoners they found children and young adults. Some seemed normal, until they were seen up close and showed their abnormal features of tails, animal-like ears, different colored skin, eyes, hair, even feathers and scales covering their skin. But once they accepted, they were not allowed to leave.
The higher-ups will do anything to keep their merchandise from being discovered. When malfunctions in the facility happen, enabling the bolder mutants to run away, they are hunted and brought back, dead or alive. But with cities becoming larger, more complex and hi-tech, it is much easier for mutants to hide and guards to get caught by authorities.


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He was finally let out of the dark room. The door was opened and the guards grabbed his arms, and then proceeded to drag him to his cell. He let out a shuddering breath, he hated the dark room, a small cramped space with no light. He had no reason to be scared of that, yet every time he was faced with it, he couldn’t breathe and started to panic.
He was thrown carelessly into his cell and he stumbled, barely catching himself on the edge of his cot before he hit his head on the corner. What was deemed a bed was not that comfortable, and barely fit his body anymore. He eased himself down on the floor and started rubbing his leg muscles that were still cramped and sore. He almost wished he could go to the infirmary; the beds there were softest any of the mutants had felt. Though the healer ladies often said they weren’t the best.
He watched out the bars, observing the guards as they took their posts at random spots in the hallway. It kept his mind off his itchy clothing, the bland grey he saw everyday was a poor match against the bright colors that appeared on the mutants. Early on he realized it was only them because the scientists and guards all looked as bland as their clothing. He hoped he was given a new set of clothes soon, but pants would be best, his current ones were coming up to his ankles.

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Hawke sat dead center of his room with a hood over his head. This had started out as a way to keep him from fighting the guards. Now, he wore it willingly, and often--where it more or less made true birds sleep, it heightened his sense of hearing. It had taken him weeks to get the guard who came in most often to give him the black leather hood. In his current spot, with the hood on and his eyes shut, he could easily hear down the hall. Granted, he couldn't understand all of the words, but he could recognize voices and tones. Guards spoke or laughed, rambled on about some girl or this one's wife. One that was further away spoke some words of encouragement to a mutant.
There was one problem with having amazing hearing. One of the crueler guards slammed his fist onto a bar, the resulting vibrations giving Hawke a pounding headache. With an angry shout he ripped the hood from his head, one of the clasps getting caught in his hair. Grumbling to himself, he untangled the steel piece and set the hood on his lap, staring off into space.

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ImageMax Bast entered cell block one as most of the inmates were leaving their 'cages,' barring the nocturnal ones of course--It was best to study their habits at night. This was her life now, guarding genetically altered creature people for some shady government subsidiary. It sounded like something straight out of a cheesy YA novel, but it wasn't, it was all too graphically real. She scanned the room quickly, her green eyes, wide and without armor. Her resolve was reminiscent of Babel somehow lately. Collapsing. They're not human... She reminded herself, grip tightening on the holstered gun hanging low on her hip, as if their species was the ultimate excuse for apathy. As if pity became a vestigial emotion after the final transformation of a human body to a genetically modified one. But then again, in that sense, neither am I. She had once considered herself apart from these mutants, these man made freaks, simply because appearance wise, she still maintained a human air. Her body had not been disfigured, not drastically so anyways, but with each passing day, that line seemed to blur before her eyes. What really made her all that different from these poor miserable bastards? The fact that they trusted her with a weapon?

She shook her head, as if trying to shake herself free of those negative thoughts like they were black cobwebs clinging to her mind. She couldn't afford to feel sympathetic. This was the forever sort of gig, there was no backing out and no escape. She really should have read the fine print.


ImageHer gaze lighted over a fellow guard, one she usually tried to keep a distance from. It wasn't like he was the unnecessarily cruel sort, just somewhat intimidating. Well, to be more apt, his scars and disfigurements were intimidating. He was the stony silent type that's rugged war torn appearance spoke leagues. They were working the same schedule today. She raked a hand through her cropped sun bleached hair with a sigh. Olek carried a palpable aura of strength and authority, something Max sorely lacked, but she was still newish here so perhaps she could garner a thing or two from him. She wound her way through the room, making eye contact with no one--her tanned face as smooth and inexpressive as a china dolls, before she found herself next to Barrow. "Morning." She intoned with a voice that broke like dry wood, her usual warm southern lilt hollow and empty. She kept her jaw squared and her gaze ahead on the prisoners.

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Olek:

Olek crossed his arms, as his eye focused on the guard that was banging on cell bars further down the hall. He could feel rage bubbling under the surface of his calm exterior. The guard was walking away from his post, probably cycling out for another guard. Olek would make an example of him later. Riling up the prisoners wasn't good business, if this guard was going out of his way to make things harder for Olek, that's the way he saw it anyways, he was going to take him down a peg or two. Olek stared him down with his good eye just as a young female guard took position at the same cell as himself. Max Bast, new guard. Must have transferred in from somewhere else. Olek was usually given full access to information on all guards, but the files on Bast were primarily secret. "Morning," she said in a stiff emotionless voice. Olek couldn't glean much notable information from the young woman at first glance.

Olek took a mental note of Bast's greeting whilst narrowing his eye at the guard that had banged on some of the bars. Jenkins was his name, as he walked past Olek, his hand snapped at Jenkins with lightning speed. He pulled Jenkins in with his right hand. His grip was firmly locked around the collar of the guard's body armor. Olek gave him an intense gaze full of anger, Jenkins quickly buckled under Olek's negative reaction towards him. "If you're relaxing or napping when I get off of my shift, there's going to be hell to pay." Olek boomed at him in a rough voice. A single bead of sweat trickled down Jenkins' face.

"Got it?" Olek said calmly. Jenkins nodded his head, slightly shaken by Olek's sudden outrage. Olek let go of the slightly frightened guard and nodded towards him. With that the guard sped away, further down the hall, then proceeded to disappear behind the corner.

As he left, Olek turned his gaze to Bast. His good eye sizing her up. Olek was tired, losing some of his edge for the day. He hadn't been sleeping too well, her features blurred together ever so slightly as a result. He rubbed his left eye, gazing into Bast's light green eyes afterward. He was tempted to ask he how someone so young got into a position such as hers, but he thought better of it. None of my business. "Sleep well Bast?" Olek tried his hand at small talk after he broke his gaze away from Bast's. He was no fan of small talk, but it was a good way to size someone up.

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Hawke smiled slightly watching the idiot of a guard run off, a twitch of his lips and little more. He had to squint to see the two who replaced that area of the hall: the male who had reprimanded the first, and a female he didn't recognize. Not that he could really recognize anyone currently, his eyes watered as they were with the pain in his head. He got to his feet, listening closely. Neither of the two were cruel dolts, that much was obvious... There was something in their tones that said they were...nicer. He couldn't think of a better word. But even voices could be deceiving. He rubbed the small tooth he wore around his neck, along with several other "trophies" he had gotten from the games. A leather strap that had used to be on the hood was what held them all in place. He moved closer to the bars, tapping on one quietly, partly to be polite and partly to avoid making his head hurt more.

"'Hoy," He called, using mostly words he learned listening to the guards, "There any possibility we will be getting clothes soon?" A simple enough request, if bold to actually ask. But it would give him more information about these two, based on their response: Why exactly where they here? Where they the sort he could trust, even be friendly to, like the one who had given him his hood? Or were they simply a bit less cruel?

Besides, his clothes were too small once again, even though he was done growing. As though they had very few who were his age or size, and gave those clothes out first. And they were beginning to smell odd, even to his own faulty nose.

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Olek

"I don't sleep much these days..." Those words resonated within the deepest confines of Olek's mind. He was much like Bast in that regard. The job was causing his mind to buckle due to the inner conflicts he had every day. Six or seven years watching children get picked apart would do that to any sane person. Olek's helplessness to the whole situation was always hanging around his neck. He was there to train guards, and track down escapees. He wasn't there to be a hero, he was there to live, he was there for family. Olek shook his head and looked forward for his next assignment. The thrill of the hunt always calmed his mind. It wasn't nearly as troubling as watching caged and broken individuals.

"I mean, it's this gig, you know? I'm sure it's a nice vacation from the jobs you usually pull, or you look like you'd usually pull..." Bast spoke up, her voice pulling him out of his maelstrom of troubled thoughts. She appeared to be slightly flustered after this, she rested the back of her head on the wall and proceeded to lean on it whilst emitting a deep sigh. He gave a small smirk at those words, a sad one at that. He was quick to hide it, he was on duty after all. He couldn't crack a smile without guilty conscience, not in a place like this anyways.

"This would just be a Hell of a lot easier if guy's like that didn't piss all over these kids, you know?" Careful Bast. He thought immediately after Bast acknowledged the prisoners for what they were. That was a dangerous thought to have in this line of work. He gave a slow and courteous nod at this comment. He was in full agreement. Cruelty was sometimes needed on a few rare occasions, but for the most part it was bad business to damage the prisoners when one didn't have to."Fuck, don't get me wrong, I can be a total hard-ass or whatever, but there is no excuse for being a dick, right?" Olek didn't nod this time. He simply gave Bast a lingering gaze before he once again scanned the other cells and the halls with his eye.

"Believe it or not, this is the most difficult job I've ever been charged with." Olek reflected the guilt in Bast's eyes with his own. Lasting for only a few moments, Olek once again proceeded to look around to ensure everything was in order. Speaking in a much lower voice, Olek waited for the camera in the hall to swivel away from the pair. "Try to be careful about who you talk to about stuff like this, the higher ups tend to..... frown upon humane ideals." Olek was the lesser of the two evils, he was by no means a good man. Bast seemed like a good person, he'd do his best to look out for the young lady, in a weird way she reminded him of himself when he was a rookie. He glanced once more at Bast awaiting conformation when a voice a few cells down the hall called out to the two guards.

"There any possibility we will be getting clothes soon?" A simple enough request indeed. Olek's forehead furrowed ever so slightly. He walked over to the cell just out of arms reach. A man with a hood over his head met Olek's gaze. He grumbled as he briefly noted that this one had a heightened sense of hearing. Olek was at a crossroads. He wasn't the laundry boy, he didn't want to risk seeming like a pushover, but at the same time it was a simple request. Olek was hazy on the rest of the details, but he was sure that the man would understand the discretion.

"I'll ask around later tonight." Olek spoke nearly in a whisper after gazing intensely at the young man for a few moments. With that he rubbed the back of his neck, and stalked back to his position next to Bast. His eye constantly trained on the large Jaguar that was letting out a low growl at them. Seemingly unfazed by the large predator stalking about its cell, Olek leaned against the wall, and crossed his arms. "Keep your head down and you'll fit in just fine here Bast."

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"Believe it or not, this is the most difficult job I've ever been charged with. Try to be careful about who you talk to about stuff like this, the higher ups tend to..... frown upon humane ideals." Olek responded not unkindly. Max was certainly surprised to say the least to hear that admission from her male counterpart. She assumed he'd be all iron and brick, but instead of rough edges, she was finding softness. Today was definitely shaping up to be an odd day, and it was only half over. She nodded curtly and let the corners of her lips pull up fractionally in good faith before she quickly slipped back into professional mode and resumed her ever tedious watch over the prison cells.

Olek was then suddenly flagged down by one of the aforementioned caged creatures with a reckless abandon, and she had to shake her head at the audacity of it. Perhaps they got so used to the abuse, they no longer feared it, but instead welcomed such things. She was in no position to argue semantics, they could treat whomever however they wanted as long as they weren't breaking any rules...which was a far cry from the Max that she used to know, who lived to go against the grain and defy those would seek to control her. The difference was, now she was responsible for enforcing the rules and things always looked differently when you were on the other side of the fence.

A loud feral hiss sounded from behind her, derailing Max's train of thought with a start, her pupils contracted into cat-like slits and hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Her hand immediately flew to her side arm, ready to unholster before she realized the feline growl was resounding from behind a set of steel bars. She sighed with relief, tension bleeding out of her shoulders. "Down kitty, it's not nice to scare people." She quietly admonished, arching a golden brow before her eyes returned to their normal state. She traced the sharp contours of her canine's with her tongue before she recognized that the jaguar wasn't still yowling, that it was her stomach that was still protesting. "Must be feeding time, huh?" She asked rhetorically before returning to Olek's side. "Hey, did you get a schedule this morning? I'm not sure what time it is exactly but should they be getting let out of their cages right around now? Or fed?"

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The two guards were pretty interesting. Much better than the three white walls of the cell that he saw every day and the mutants in the hallways that were always there. The changing shifts of people were the only thing that was of any interest to any of them that were there. It was rare that they were allowed to talk to each other and even if they did they probably didn’t have anything to talk about anyways. As far as he knew this was the only life any of them knew; though he had heard talk that some of them came from outside.
Dray’s rambling thoughts came to a halt as one of the others called out; asking about new clothes. It would be nice if they were given some soon. The itching was starting to bother him on the non-scaled areas of skin. At least the guard was civil enough to say he would ask. Not many would do so, instead yelling at them to be quiet and stop asking useless questions.
The caller’s name was Hawke; he and Dray been in these cells for the same amount of time, though he quickly found out that Hawke was older. He did not move his head to look over, since he was still unsure whether Hawke was friend or foe. He had been in the Games so many times Dray didn’t keep count anymore. All he knew was that he didn’t want to be caught in the Games with him. The scientists probably had no more use for him and intended for him to die. Perhaps they will have to scratch that plan… He had been in the Games only a few times and based off of that he could imagine the skills Hawke had.
One of the felines across the way growled and scared the female guard in front of him. He lifted his head slightly to look towards the pacing cat. He figured she had more animal instinct that person; which tended to happen to those who were tested on when they were a bit older. A growl rose from her stomach and his ached in sympathy. They didn’t get food often and they had all probably learned to ignore the pains when they came.
The female then mentioned food, and possibly letting them out of their cages. He let out a short laugh; the first sound he made all day. She must really have been new if she thought she could let any of them out, especially all at once. Even the ones in the cells with him knew that they only got let out a few at a time at most and heavily were guarded. Not that they would try anything, which would result in immediate death, but even that threat didn’t stop all of them.
He shook his head and started walking around in the small room. It was most likely just ignorance that he was observing. That must be it, unless she was searching for ways to get them out; then her cover might be working well under that guise.
His pacing faltered momentarily as he heard more footsteps; more than was needed for food or new clothes. He looked out and watched as a few started dropping food into cells; except his own and Hawke’s. Instead several guards stood at both cells, opening them and pulling them out. One of them went to Olek, ”Early Games today. Feel free to come and watch.”
Dray risked a glance back at Hawke as they brought him out. Well this isn’t good…

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Edur liked watching these guards. They still frightened her, but they had a different air about them. Of all the guards Edur had seen come and go, these two had to be her favorite to watch.

Watching them, Edur's attention was drawn to a loud hiss that came from a cell a few down from hers. She pressed her face to the bars to get a better look at the angry mutant.

Edur had seen this mutant few times, but from what she could tell Edur wanted to stay away from her. Shivering from the thought of meeting her in The Games her gray eyes turned back to the guards. The interesting female mentioned food and almost on cue more guards came in and dropped food into almost all the cells.

She ignored it for now, instead watching two mutants being dragged out. One guard turned to the interesting man, telling him that the games would be early today.

Edur whimpered at those words and sent a sympathetic look to the red head who would be forced to participate. She hated The Games, even if she had only been in it a few times. Mutants forced to fight each other, coming back bloody or dead. One day, Edur knew, she'd go into The Games and not come out.

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Olek:

Olek stood at attention, once again drifting away to his thoughts. He had a new batch of rookies to show the ropes. He'd probably do some hand-to-hand training after this. After that he'd probably head back to the barracks, get some shut eye. Jenkins was going to sleep on the floor tonight. Olek couldn't wait to tell him. He almost chuckled thinking about it. Bast had an exchange of words with the large cat in one of the near by cells. He was pretty proud of how she handled it. His interest was peaked for a few moments, but proceeded to be swept away by his disinterested demeanor.

He continued his stalwart scanning of the halls. After a few moments Bast spoke up again. "Hey, did you get a schedule this morning? I'm not sure what time it is exactly but should they be getting let out of their cages right around now? Or fed?" Olek shook his head and was just about to explain what the correct procedure was when a pair of guards approached. Olek closed his mouth and eyed them both.

”Early Games today. Feel free to come and watch.” The one in front of him spoke as they marched to respective prisoners out of their cells. Olek raised his left eye brow. Calmly Olek looked at the one with red hair, then the one with the hood. He looked back at the guards and gave a grunt of approval and waved them off. Olek made no move to follow them. He was going to stay and watch over the prisoners. He looked over at Bast for a few moments wondering if she would go watch the 'games'. Olek personally didn't watch any of them. He did his job, nothing more. He was rarely ever stationed at the games. He only went when they were short on guards. True it was important to see what the prisoners were capable of, but Olek preferred to spend his time elsewhere.

Today's shaping up to be a long day. Olek understood the purpose of the 'games,' but it was very brutish for a coalition of scientists to implement. There had to be more effective ways to observe combat effectiveness. Either way Olek wasn't paid to think. He was paid to watch and act when necessary.

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Hawke's cheerful mood at finding kinder, more sympathetic guards, ones who cared (to some extent at least) was ruined as he listened to food being passed out. Instead of a tray being brought in, his door was opened. He knew before he was hefted to his feet and dragged along like the drowsy thing related to birds they believed him to be: The Games had come early, and it was his turn again. He pulled off his hood with his free hand, glowering at the guard. This wasn't Hawke the prisoner, not as they led him out. The man that spoke was one just shy of a killer.
"I know the way, and that stupid speech about us running being helpless. Let go of my arm. Now." He growled every word, each syllable a heartless snarl that made his own bones go cold. He couldn't allow himself to feel. Not now. There was something odd about this Games. He hadn't done anything to piss anyone off-- this time. Dray, the other they dragged down the hall, was also pretty quiet from what he could tell. Neither had spoken, but if rumor was anything, this kid was as dangerous as Hawke was. Perhaps more.
With an annoyed growl at the guard who still hadn't let go, he dragged the fool along, his senses dead to the punch that struck his side. He moved closer to the other mutant. Whether to size him up or try and make an ally of him, he hadn't decided yet. "Wonder who pissed them off. They're at least two weeks early..." He spoke softly, his voice still so angry it was dead. Still holding the hood, he rubbed at the homemade necklace unconsciously. Something isn't right... Who do they want dead...? That was the only reason he could think of for the Games to be held this early. What could be so dangerous that they wanted to kill it before it became a threat to the Scientists?

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Chris Sat by the bars of his cells making absolutely sure to keep an eye on the two guards, most of them couldn't be trusted and he liked to stay alert whenever they were about. Which was pretty much all the time. He listened to them talk carefully, and what he heard left him pleasantly surprised and a tad confused. As they spoke they seemed kinder, and gentler then most of the other guards and they even came to the defense of one of the other mutants! These two seemed to have the decency to treat the other mutants with something that resembled either common decency or pity. He couldn't quiet tell which though. These two were certainly unique as far as other guards went. Chris decided that he would still keep a cautious eye on them but he'd be sure to treat them with far more respect than the others.

Chris smiled and gave a sigh of relief when food was finally brought into the cells. He had smelt the food as soon as the guards had stepped foot into the cells. When they came to his cell and left the food he practically jumped at it! He was starving, though the slope that they were usually fed was far from appetizing, it was still food and they didn't get fed enough as it was so he made sure to enjoy what he had. As he was eating however more guards passed by his cell this time leading away two mutants. It must be time for the Games. He looked at the two who were meant to fight each other, Dray and Hawk. He didn't know much about Dray other than him being extremely quiet. Hawk however he had heard of and if what he heard was true than Dray would have a tough time ahead of him. Chris felt rather bad for both Dray and hawk though he was far more relieved that he wasn't chosen to fight in the next game. He looked at both the mutants as they passed with worried eyes, he hoped at least one of them would be okay, though that wasn't very likely. "Good luck." He made sure to speak soft enough that the gaurds wouldn't hear him but he was certain at least one of the other mutants would. Most of them had stronger hearing than normal humans and he was very aware that Hawk's hearing was extremely potent.

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"Early Games today. Feel free to come and watch.” Max's stomach rolled. She had had the displeasure of baring witness to these brutal displays of combat study already. It made her sick. There had to be other ways to collect data, to study the predatory effectiveness of the mutants, right?

The poor pitiful souls that were hauled from their holding cells hardly protested, only mildly irritated it seemed. For these creatures, this never ended unless it ended in death. Their agony always eventually numbed and all the tortures became mundane. They started to laugh at their captors, which pushed the scientists and guards to invent new games to play with them, but the mutants never were impressed. Arguably the worst part of their existence had to be the boredom, the pain became so unreal, but the routine was always the same. Max believed that was the genius of the torture, the repetition of it. It must of been like waiting in line and every time they made it to the front, they got thrown to the back like a domino.

Max turned to Olek and grimaced. "I'm going to go...watch." She confessed, nerves rattled but maintaining her composure. "They might need an extra set of hands if any of these guy's try something...it can get pretty violent-they panic and-" She let her words trail off into implication, he knew the lengths some of these mutants might go to to try and escape, to avoid their inevitable death. Anyone would, human and mutant alike.

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There were things going on around her, and yet, Kisa could only think of food. She was drooling by the time they got to her cell, and... Finally! Unperturbed by the sight of dead fish, mixed in with... Leftover Mutant parts? She hesitated when she saw the human hand and what look looked to be the head of a mutated head of a bird. She was frozen only for a second, and yet, the battle in her head felt like it took forever. In the end, the hungry jaguar won.

She forcibly let go of her humanity, embracing the predator side of herself and threw herself at the pile of food. She tore it apart, scattering the fish in her cell, and ate the smaller fish whole, gulping them down. In not time at all, the fish--and the mutant parts-- was gone. She licked her lips, and her skin seemed to move like a ripple in the water and then her fur fell off in clumps and patches to reveal human skin. Her skull, shoulders and hips, cracking as if breaking. This was the part when she moaned in agony, feeling the pain of her skeleton changing, her bones breaking themselves apart to reattach at certain places, shrinking and twisting themselves to form her human skeleton. Her muscles either tearing or shrinking, both actions causing her to moan a bit louder. The transformation from Jaguar to Human, hurt more than it did to change from Human to Jaguar... and it always took longer.

When the transformation ended, Kisa was naked and cold. She didn't mind it, and she didn't care. It was something she got over along time ago, but still, without a fur coat she quickly changed into her clothes.

When that was done, she realized that she felt satisfied... for the moment... She growled at herself for deciding to go human, as she just noticed that Dray and Hawke were being taken to the arena for the Games. Being in her weakest form while the games were going on, was definitely NOT a comforting idea. Despite that, she stayed in her human form and continued her pacing.

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He frowned slightly as he was jostled down the hallway, the guard’s grip too tight and unnecessary. He let out an inhuman growl at the man and he loosened only slightly. There wasn’t really much of a point to resisting, all of them had weapons and all he had were his fists. He guessed Hawke’s thinking wasn’t along the same lines as he began dragging his guard along with him. The taller male came up next to him, ”Wonder who pissed them off. They’re at least two weeks early…” He shrugged in response.
There were only a few reasons that they would reschedule the Games. One of the mutants pissed them off or an experiment went wrong and whoever they were going to face was too deadly to be left alive. If the later were true then what ever happened must require them to use, and sacrifice, some of their strongest inhabitants. Considering neither of them had gone through experiments recently perhaps he or Hawke pissed someone off. It was possible, Hawke always talking out at the guards, asking things, talking back; and him in training, beating up the guards, taking down some of their best. Maybe I am the one they don’t want left alive…. It’s quite possible he had improved enough but because he was not loyal they had no more use for him.
If that was the case then Hawke was the instrument of his demise. By the sound of his voice he was probably already sizing him up, determining how we would best kill him. Dray wasn’t going to go down without a fight, for now he would let him think he was prey. Hawke was old by Lab standards anyway; he probably wanted out of here more than he did. He would give that to him, find his weaknesses early then strike him down; he wouldn’t let the Lab get rid of him so easily.
He kept his demeanor small as they headed down into the holding cells that opened into the large pit. He kept his gaze fleeting, and nervous, Hopefully he thinks I’ll be an easy target…go for me last and give me time to watch…
He heard the door slam shut and click to signal it was locked. He could already hear the yelling and jeering of the guards that had come to watch. Nearly everyone would be here. Most areas were left unsecured and even most of the scientists came so they could observe the winner’s tactics and abilities and figure out how to improve mutants that are similar to the losers’. It would only be a few minutes now. All he had to do was wait for the barred door to slide open. He could already feel his hands shifting. The bones elongating and thickening into large clawed hands covered in red scales.

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Hawke frowned, glancing at Dray as he was dragged off. He was confused; he had heard about this kid being formidable, and here he was acting like prey. Like he didn't know the first thing about fighting. Had it been luck? Or maybe it was acting. No matter. He'd find out in a few minutes.

I hope I don't have to kill you kid... I really do.... He often heard the younger, more human mutants whispering something to an "oh lord", whoever that was. 'Have mercy' and 'Please, get me of of here' were the most common. In a way, they got their wishes: their deaths were swift, painless. Usually by his own hand; most of the older ones weren't so easily swayed by mere words.These words, spoken so softly....

Perhaps there was something to it. Maybe a strong telepathic mutant, maybe the lost minds of those ones who died. Since he'd learned enough words to think his thoughts fully, he'd thought as "loudly" as he could: Whoever you are... Get us out of here. Don't allow them to make us fight any longer. And if I must fight, allow my hands to be swift, my mind blank. Allow their deaths to be as quick as possible. Find us an escape where we survive through all of this..... Should I die, let me see the sun again.... Just like now, he always ended his thoughts with that; vague, blurry memories of playing in green grass, staring up at a bright blue sky... He longed for that, more than anything else. Dead or alive, he wanted to feel that afternoon warmth, one last time...

Hawke snarled as the door shut and the yelling began. Forcing his emotions to be dead once more, he pulled the hood back over his head. Normally he didn't need it in the Games. He had a feeling, this time he'd need all the focus it could give him. He slowly, with a deadly single-mindedness, tightened each clasp so the hood fit over his eyes. He tucked his head down, shifted his stance to spring forward the minute the door to the arena opened.

As the cheers and calls and insults belted got louder, he waited for the bloodbath to begin.

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The crowd was getting louder as the excitement and tension built. Dray could hardly stand still as the anticipation grew. His hands had turned into what looked like monster claws; his nails were now black claws and his hands were more paw-like and covered in the dark red scales that were slowly going up his arms.

A bell sounded and the doors in front of them slid open. The arena was littered with random rubble and structures he had no names for; placed there in order for there to be somewhat of a challenge and show rather than straight hand to hand combat. Dray dashed forward towards the rumble. Quickly finding a vantage point, he crouched down to watch the other three that came out as quickly as he did.
He easily saw the other two that came out and watched them. One was small and frightened looking; with an intake of breath he could deduce it was sick. He sympathized only slightly, pushing his feelings down to ignore the guilt he would feel later. He then focused on the next one. He was large, parts of his body disfigured and molded into partial animal limbs. He was taller and bigger than Dray and Hawke combined. His eyes a bright red and let out an animalistic growl as he sniffed around and headed his way.
Guess that solves part of the question…. This one was too feral for the scientists to wait another two weeks to send in. There was no telling how strong he was, what abilities he had, or if he and Hawke could take him down.
The creature smashed into the rubble to his left and he dashed out of the way. On his way he slashed out and cut into the large man’s thigh. A roar sounded behind him and he knew he was being followed. He weaved his way into the rubble and watched the lumbering creature slowly smash his way through. The wound he gave was already starting to heal and stitch itself back together.
He frowned and quickly moved into another section before he was stuck beneath debris. He let his body start shifting the rest of the way, ignoring the aches and pains that came with the changing of his body. His frame became bulkier, bones and muscles enlarging, scales spreading down his body and the freshly formed tail of pure muscle. His face shifted and he shook it back and forth as it finished changing, wings sprouting from his back just as the large man’s fists came smashing down on his long neck.

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Hawke launched from the door at the bell, listening to the resulting racket to get an idea of where he was. Not that much changed in the Arena. His focus was on finding the highest ground possible and attack from above, where his speed had a better advantage. He had found a high point, and was about to dive onto the sick one when a furious roar caught his attention. The other mutant was huge, at least three times his size. And it was after Dray--He could only tell that's who it was by the fact that neither of the others were him. He sounded larger than he normally was, still smaller than the Fourth though. The giant, malformed beast was injured by Dray's attack, and pissed off. As Dray's bones creaked audibly from the shift, the creature brought its giant claws down over him. With a groan at the boy's brave but idiotic behavior, he left the weakling alone and dove at the Fourth's head with a running start. He gripped tight and swung his legs; its head was as big as his own torso. He clung for dear life as he forced it to stagger sideways. Enraged, the beast turned toward him.

"Dray! Don't you know you take weak prey down first? That way, you expend very little energy, leaving plenty for you to use to rip apart the Prize! Doing it in reverse can get you killed!" His voice didn't sound like him, even to his own ears. He was bloodthirsty now, completely in the brutal game. "Come on!!!!!" He roared at the beast, shifting his weight so he could move more quickly either to his left or forward. To the right was a wall. Backward would land him on his back, wide open. His abilities didn't work on any of those here. He relied on his movements and actions alone, Hawke the killer instead of Hawke the mutant.

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Max approached the melee with caution, it was irrelevant that she--along with all the other nonprisoners, scientists and guards alike--were safely advantaged up on the catwalk-like upper level, watching the bloodshed below. Her caution was not born out of fear of the transgenics battling it under her feet, but her 'comrades' filling in at her side. On her left stood a severe-looking woman with a pinched nose and jet black hair cut very close to the scalp. Her eyes were sharp and hard, filled with a pitiless intellect. There was no compassion, no mercy in that cold gaze. She was donned in a freshly pressed white labcoat and scrawled down notes on a clipboard, presumably taking some kind of tallied score.

To Max's right stood another guard. His light brown hair was short and neatly trimmed. His face was bland, neither plain nor handsome, but there was a hardness to his clear blue eyes that spoiled the illusion. This was no fresh-faced kid right out of college, for all that he looked the part. Life had hardened him already; worn away the soft edges until there was nothing left inside but his fanatical desire to prolong the suffering of others he saw as less human than he. He was dressed all in black. Black cargo pants, clingy black long-sleeved turtleneck, black Kevlar vest, black utility belt, black weapons-he bristled with weapons. Everything was black, right down to his belt buckle. Outwardly, he didn't look totally unlike Max herself....‘Commando Barbie and Assassin Ken,’ Max thought mockingly. ‘Set comes with body armor and assorted weapons. Army sold separately.’

“The animals will never go back on the leash,” The woman, the scientist, informed Assassin Ken confidently, obviously continuing a conversation Max had missed the beginning of. “They’ve broken their conditioning. They can no longer be controlled by their handlers. Therefore we cannot trust them. We have no choice now but to clean house.” He raised his M16A2 Rifle he had cradled between his hands. "Wouldn't this just be much easier?" He asked, finger itching to take the trigger. The scientist shook her head. "Perhaps, but nothing can be learned that way. Besides, do you not enjoy the games? I know you must, you've seen just about every one." His returning reply was a wicked and malicious grin. "The only problem with your games is you don't let the guards participate..." His gaze fell on Max in between them who kept her eyes trained forward. "What do you think, Rookie? Would you sign on to play the games? You're like part freak yourself, right?" She shrugged, faking a nonchalance she didn’t feel. She pulled her usual sardonic mask over her features like a blackout curtain and stiffened her spine, both figuratively and literally. She was a soldier; she would not flinch from a figurative firing squad. "I'd only play if they pitted me against you, but that wouldn't really be much of a challenge." He sneered as she turned heel and left the arena, she could stomach no more of the violent display nor the onlookers whooping and cheering, or simply looking down on the mutants with indifference.

Once out in the hall, she began to pace--her stalking looking decided catlike. She was going to Hell for sure. How could she allow for this to go on? A little voice inside her head took the bait and began to argue, playing devil's advocate. Allow? It's not like I'm in control here. There is nothing I can do to stop it. Her conscience battled back. Really, nothing? Are you sure or simply too scared to try? Max's jaw hardened with resolution. Ah Hell. She snapped. Max raced down the empty corridor, headless of the creatures looking on curiously from their cages. There was not another guard in sight, and that boded well for her plan. She banked a hard right and found herself in standing in front of a door that lead down into the bowls of this place, where the boiler room and generators hid. It was completely unguarded, which really if you thought about it, was rather cocky of them seeing that most of the cages were electronically locked and if they lost power, the cages would pop right open. Disastrous.

ImageMax swung open the door and peered inside to see a narrow spiral staircase that led down into pitch black. The stairwell was made of meshed metal so she could see through the steps to the floor below. She made her decent hastily, sure to pull the door closed behind her as she went, enveloping her in total darkness. It sure was a good thing she had night-vision, she thought idly as she found the bottom floor. Walls were lined with generators and back up generators in case a rolling power outage struck. She'd have to flip them all. The switches themselves were huge, not something pre-mutated Max probably could have tackled alone, but she was stronger now and she, one by one, systematically threw the heavy levers down, not giving herself anytime to think through the repercussions of her actions if she was caught or even what came next. Once finished, she envisioned the panic that must have been ensuing upstairs in the black, cages creaking open, mutants set loose. They'd figure out what went wrong soon enough, so she raised her gun and proceeded back up to face the music. It was time to make an escape.

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He gasped and nearly fell over from the impact and readied for a second one. He could take a few hits until he got his bearings. He had braced himself for another blow but the giant stumbled backwards. "Dray! Don't you know you take weak prey down first? That way, you expend very little energy, leaving plenty for you to use to rip apart the Prize! Doing it in reverse can get you killed!" He frowned and looked up at Hawke who was wrapped around the neck of the beast.
The idiot was going to get smashed that way. He had heard that Hawke was swift in his killings, taking out all the weak ones first. His tail flicked in irritation and confusion, he thought Hawke would have killed the other with the ample time he had given him to do so; and there was no reason for him to want to help him in any way.
He coiled back almost like a snake and launched forward onto the wall then pushed off hard so he slammed into the side of the large man to knock him sideways. His claws dug into the soft flesh of his midsection. Feeling the blood flow between his claws he moved up to the beasts throat, ready to strike while he thrashed and tried to club him down. He ducked as a fist nearly came at his head and hit Hawke.
His tail slammed into Hawke’s side, pushing him out of the way of the thrashing and sending him crashing into the smaller mutant. He twinged slightly and turned his attention back to mutant that was now only about twice his size instead of four. He strike at his neck, his jaws closing around the soft tissue, teeth piercing and he felt the warm blood rush into his mouth. The beast let out a roar of pain and tried to get back up but Dray held tight and clawed at his chest and stomach, forcing the beast to stumble and fall onto its back.

All of a sudden the lights flickered and a whirring sound he didn’t realize was there stopped. The large man had stopped struggling, instead gasped and wheezed his final breaths as Dray looked up at the lights above them that were starting to turn off and the many suddenly panicked voices of the guards.
There was rushing, yelling and the lights completely went out, leaving them in the dark. An alarm sounded and some emergency lights turned on, a red glow tinting everything around Dray. The Games were forgotten for now as guards flooded out of the viewing areas. There was talk of getting to high secured areas, orders for everyone to get to the cells that had opened.
Dray looked over at Hawke, now would have been the perfect time to take him out. He was distracted and there was chaos; he didn’t know if he would be able to tell his surroundings so well with all the noise. He started to stalk forward and paused as the doors out of the pit slid open, the electronic locks off and leaving their way wide open.