Andras's Story

Andras was heavily bolted into a machine against the wall, the restraints were made strong enough to hold tanks in their place. Constantly scientist stood outside of the cell looking at him through video screens, they feared going into the actual cell. They knew that the restraints wouldn't be able to stop him if they did something to really piss him off. Andras stared at the cameras and the flood lights pointed at him, grinning maliciously at the thought of when they last pissed him off. He had broken through the restraints and tore through scientist, nearly escaping the island. He still waited for the chance, when the restraints were loosened or a power failure. In that second he would destroy all of them there.

Nick watched Vivid with what could only be described as amusement as she went through the motions of forcing the bullet out. Really, he should probably have brought something to record this with, a notebook, video camera, anything, but it had been a spur of the moment decision. He could always describe it later. Or just repeat the action. With a smirk Nick cupped his hand in front of him, barely reacted as the bullet dropped into his hand. A quick examination displayed almost no damage to the bullet, save for some blood from the original entry. "Hm." He flicked his gaze back up to Vivid. "We might have to try that again with something a little larger later on, I'm sure you'll be thrilled." Always the formal tone, like he was having a casual conversation about the weather. "And how do you feel after that? Sick, I presume, judging by your actions and track record... lovely red shade you have there, by the way."

He probably would have said more, had he not been distracted by something behind him. And he had a fairly good idea as to what it was, or rather, who. "Oh, Andras..." He sighed, giving Vivid a quick wave before slamming the door shut behind him and leaving. Humming to himself Nick crossed the corridor, not breaking in the tune as he paused for a moment before deciding to at least put the face shield on before entering the cell. Sure, the power resistance his oh so lovely father had granted him helped, but he preferred to keep that care close to his chest. Sighing heavily he tugged open the door to Andras' cell, quickly crossing the small room. "You really should stop doing this, Andras." Nick fiddled with the restraints, undoing a latch and pulling out a drip cord. Inside, the means to sedate this particular subject. "They've got you slated for death and all of this showing off doesn't help your case." He punctuated his last words by stabbing the drip into Andras' arm, probably a little harder than necessary.

Vivid scrambled up to do some damage to Nick. Scratch his face, punch him with a really hard fist, something. But not before the door slammed shut. She instantly regretted jumping up, and she felt like throwing up even more. Instead she sat down, her palms to her head, watching Nick deal with Andras. If he could take care of someone that powerful that easily, there was no way anyone was ever getting out. She sighed in frustration and sat back down, the nausea slowly fading away. The area where the bullet entered was a little sore, but other than that, she had no major injuries. she turned back to normal, and drew images on her skin. Exhaustion washed over her, and she slept in her cold metal cage.

Tony
The footsteps of well-polished Nordstrom shoes sounded in the hall, accompanied by the sound of prisoners flinching away as Tony Griffin passed by their cell. Today the man wore a crisp, expensive Italian suit, perfectly matching his shoes. His hair was neatly combed back. He was the picture of perfection. Except for the blood stains splattering the neatly folded white lab coat he held over his arm.

The man sighed, glancing at his Rolex watch. "Nick?" he called, strolling down to the cell he needed and rapping on the bars. He lifted his eyebrow at the sight of fellow tester Nick Grieves standing over the motionless body of the cell's inhabitant, Andras. Tony had tested on Andras many times before.

"Nick!" he cried, stepping into the cell and nudging the boy's unconscious body distastefully with the tip of his toe. "Dear God. Tell me you didn't kill another; we're going to run out of test subjects if you keep--" He took a deep breath and massaged his forehead. "Cell 25. Vivian "Vivid", the girl with the chameleon skin. Why is there blood all over her cell?" He gave a stern look. "I heard those gunshots, you know. Why aren't you filing a report right now? We've had this conversation, you can't just go shooting subjects willy-nilly, this is for the purpose of testing. We need those reports."

Tony tended to look down on Nick for his violent tendencies. Sure, Tony could be just as sadistic at times, but his intention was always the furthering of science. These poor, disgusting, unfortunate souls were different from human beings. He was always searching for a "cure". And sure, if a few test subjects had to go through some pain for it-- well, the end justified the means. It was for their own betterment.

For this reason, Tony was always nagging Nick. Despite the two of them being of equal position here at Infrai Island.

"Like I haven't heard that one before." His tone was dry as he held down the button that would release the sedative until Nick was sure Andras was out, even pricking the other male with the knife he kept on him for such a purpose. No response. Even so, Nick hung on for a few moments before calmly stepping backwards - and nearly falling over at a yell. Thankfully, it had escaped from the subject in front of him. Although he wished it had. "If you would happen to check his pulse, you'll find he's still alive, Tony." Nick sounded like a depressed teenager placating his strict mother. It was funny - Tony and Nick were of similar ages, and shared exactly the same position here in the facility (being the owner's son didn't get him any extra privileges, save for the slight power, and he'd had to go through a fair bit of pain to acquire that), yet Tony acted almost like his boss. Frustrating, to say the least.

"The shots were for the purpose of testing." Rolling his eyes Nick prompted Tony to leave the cell and followed behind him, tugging the door shut. "I wanted to see if she could force the bullet out. She could, with no problems other than nausea." Then he folded his arms, smirking at the older co-worker. "I was going to file a report, but I stayed down here for a more benevolent reason. You did bring their food down for today, didn't you? It's all I've heard these people talking about for several days now."

Jak unphased quickly from the shadow of his bed as the sound of gunshots broke the tranquility. He heard it, he believed, just a few cells down and was about to peer out through the iron barred window, but thought otherwise. He recalled now that floodlights had been placed on his door to prevent any further escape attempts. In his last endeavor, he managed to phase into the dark floor and slide beneath the crack of the door, only to appear on the other side in front of one of the scientists. Jak assumed it was Nick as he seemed to get joy from his pain, and he knew the floodlights now eliminate any shadows, so unless someone walks by, Jak is stuck here.

Suddenly Jak heard Andras acting up, resulting in Nick knocking him out, only to be scolded harshly by Tony. Instead of listening to the two argue like he normally would however, Jak decided more sleep was required. Silently he phased back into the shadows of the small bed, feeling comfortable within the darkness as he soon fell asleep. He only hoped that he wouldn’t be woken to get tested on.

Clara was having a good day, her morning coffee was still warm when she got a chance to drink it and she had gotten two emails of congratulations on the completion of her newest formula! Smiling to herself she tugged the chain-mail suit over her body, the kind that people wear when they're about to swim with sharks, over that she slid a heat resistant coat, and if that getup hadn't been strange enough she through on her sparkling white lab coat, wouldn't want to look unprofessional or spill some nasty chemical on her nice protective equipment.

Pulling out her handy dandy tablet she began double checking the formulas and math involved in this latest chemical reaction, sliding painlessly through the material she grinned, there wasn't a possible way this wouldn't work, and she had the go ahead to try it out! Approaching the vials and beakers of her personal storage shelves she unlocked the glass barrier with her password and withdrew four serums, X-1, X-2, Heavy Sedative, and Muscle Melter, the kind of stuff that makes you numb. X-1 and X-2 Were her new gems and if they worked Mr. Andras wouldn't have to be strapped up all the time, X-1 was meant to release his energy, thus her strange outfit, this would cause a wicked reaction and would be very dangerous at a close range, X-2 was the stabilizer, once enough energy was expelled it would prevent the death of the subject, finishing by containing the energy at a more manageable level.

After pocketing the serums and two injection guns. She picked up one more thing, a mini-forklift, the kind used to carry heavy boxes, with controls much like a segway. She took her time riding to the subjects area, only to find Nick with his gun,

"Hello Nick." She said bluntly and continued on her way. "boys will be boys" she thought to herself and continued past him deciding to only intervene if necessary. To her convenience the massive hulk of a subject was already out cold, from the looks of it his usual sedative putting him in a perfect state for transportation to the containment building where she could carry out her experiment in peace. That's where the segway came in and she began to push and shove the giant onto the lift.