Subject 11

Wood splintered where a bullet slammed into the heavy fire door Lack was using as his cover. His heart leapt, but he didn't let it distract him. The man tackled things with a bloody-minded tenacity very often, whether it was conflict or research or simply trying something new. His teeth were clenched as he quickly aimed from target to target. All humans; there was no chance of him doing much damage to a damn mutant. He was lucky none of them had fried his brain yet. Or screwed with his eye - the natural one was useless compared to the mechanical replacement of his left eye.

And it seemed as if back up had arrived. At last. Lack tried his best not to cause them trouble. He was rapidly running out of ammunition. Drawing his knife from his boot, he noticed a woman who had fallen near him, having taken a bullet to the leg and one to the ribs. She wasn't dead yet, panting heavily and clinging to her rifle still, blood trickling from her nose and between her paling lips. He quickly grabbed her and without a second thought, plunged his knife into her throat, slitting her jugular. It was done with near surgical precision. The man did know a hell of a lot about human anatomy after all. With some difficulty he unhooked the gun from her grasp and checked her bloodied corpse for ammunition. He'd never used a rifle like this in combat, but had used one in practise before, and knew the general theory.

He looked over to the female doctor, anxious about her. He wasn't used to people who looked so um, sciency, fighting. His attention was quickly drawn from her to an absolute giant of a man ripping through the invaders. Lack was short and so most people seemed tall to him, but this guy was massive. For a second, he forgot he was in the middle of a dangerous combat situation until he felt the slickness of blood on his hands and the assault rifle he was holding. He pulled the trigger, nearly not ready for the recoil of the automatic weapon. He took a second to remember how to use it correctly and fired again at a particularly active human fighter. In return, buckshot whined past him and he drew in a sharp breath as one of the pellets caught his ruined left ear.

Not like it was doing you any good anyway, he thought as he retaliated, firing at the man with the shotgun before darting back to quickly reload.

Subject 89 was taken to the mutant gathering place by a small squad of guards. The staff had been testing on subject 89 for all day. Even when the alarm went off earlier they didn't stop. Subject 89 felt sick and scared. Those tests weren’t the safest to do if you know what I mean. Subject 89 was still wounded pretty badly because they didn't apply bandages or anything. The humans think it would be a waste of bandages as mutants where the lowest beings alive for them. Still subject 89 was able to survive and there was one person she could trust with her whole heart.

When the doors of the mutant gathering place opened, as wounded as she was, she tried to run to Ria. She failed horribly at running because of her wounds and fell over a few times but she couldn't really think of something else at this moment. Subject 89 saw her partner as an older sister who she didn't want to lose. And her sister was so cool! She had a demon inside her and was even able to control it normally! to be honest subject 89 was a bit scared of the demon sometimes but she knew that she could trust everything about her sister. Once she finally reached Ria, she smiled at her and greeted her. "Hello big sister." she said with a smile even though it was clearly visible that subject 89 was in pain.

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Even though it started to become very dangerous, Dr.Mayu couldn't help herself but to stay in this fight. She was still pretty mad on the organisation for the guts that they had to attack the lab. If it was for Dr.Mayu all those stupid rebels would die this instant. Even though she didn't really look at her allies, she would never hit one of them. She always aimed at the rebels who seemed to be mutants. because of her anti mutation gun she could easy take a few of them down but then again she had to be very careful as she didn't have any serious training in firearms. Every staff member got the basic training in how to use a gun but that basic training wasn't enough to fight against a whole organisation actually. Then suddenly she saw a strange man making his way inside the building.

The man seemed to be a mutant from the contacted race. It was easy to see that because the moment he entered the building, his necklace changed into a giant war axe. Dr.Mayu aimed at the man with the anti mutation gun, but was stopped when the man started to shout. "Staff members of this torture house... My name is Gallius Mob and I am the leader of the Black Wings." The man took a few steps to stand before the exit. "I have a proposal for you all... Let the mutants go and we will spare you. Keep them inside and we will kill you." Dr.Mayu was about to shoot in rage but she was interrupted by one of the heads of the security. "And why do you think we would surrender? I think we can still make a good chance against your organisation." The head shouted at the leader. The leader of the Black Wings suddenly started to laugh. "I don't think you get the situation you are in." the leader shouted. "In fact this is only a small number of my forces!" The head was startled when the leader said this. Because of circumstances, the lab didn't have a lot of guards on shift today and it was clearly that the lab would have a disadvantage in numbers. The head wanted to shout something back but he was interrupted.

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"You are in my way, step aside!" A young female voice filled the room but it was clearly that she was standing before the leader of the Black Wings. The girl was a small brunette clothed in a traditional school uniform, which was covered in blood, and she had red eyes. "And who is this little girl here?" the leader said mockingly and even pushed the girl away from him. "Now where were we?" They eyes of the guards widened and filled themselves with a fear when they saw how this girl was pushed away. The leader had just done something that he shouldn't have done. It was the last mistake the leader would make in his life.

Subject 11 started to smile when she was pushed away by this bigger man standing before the exit. Subject 11 just looked back at him and with a swift move, she places her head near the leader's ear. "You shouldn't have done that!" Subject 11 whispered to the man and after whispering this she calmly took a step back but before the leader could even react, he felt a great pain in his chest. When he looked down to see what was wrong he saw how his chest was soaked in blood. It was definitely the work of a mutant and after taking a look at his hest he looked back at the girl who he pushed away a moment ago.

He was startled to see that the girl was holding a heart and a moment later she crushed it.

Ria looked up worriedly at little Alice as she attempted running to her. She caught her little sister in her arm, pulling her into a hug and kissing the top of her head.

"Are you okay Alice?" she asked, sitting down and pulling Alice into her lap. She stared at the guards murderously, her eyes flicking from bright yellow to stone cold brown like a strobe light, and Leonor growling menacingly in her head.

Soon they won't lay another hand on Alice!, Ria and Leonor thought at the same time, bring their attention back to little Darling.
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Gabe looked back through the hatch at Subject 55, hearing his protests when this newest sirens started. He wasn't completely sure what he was trying to get at, but he figured it had something to do with the siren.

"I'm sure they'll be over soon, you just have to be strong!" Gabe yelled to the mutant, "Is there anything I can do to help?!"
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((OOC: So from here till Spring Break which is the first week of March for me I'm going to be extremely busy with scholarships and what-not, I'll still post but they'll be pretty short like this one. Sorry))

OOC: Bahhh double post sorry!!!

Subject 55 leaned put his other hand on the door, putting more of his weight on it as he tried to cope with the fuzziness of his perception. Suddenly he heard the man on the other side of the door let out a yell.

"I'm sure they'll be over soon, you just have to be strong!" The loud voice caught 55 off guard, sending him back into a more irritated state. Before he could respond, the man continued. "Is there anything I can do to help?!" The voice came through the opening right in front of 55’s “face".

Damnit! You could shut the hell up! 55 yelled in his mind as his body let out a deep and nasally wail. Which sounded much like the scream of an elk. He instinctively tensed his body and forced some of his weight forward as the siren, coupled by the man’s unexpectedly loud yell had unnerved him. He slammed his head against the door in a vain effort to lessen the noise that was piercing his thoughts.

It did not help. On the contrary, as a large dent appeared in the metal door, there were a few sharp pops as the hinges and bolt became loosened. The door began to slowly tilt forward, away from 55.

Shit! 55’s mind suddenly blocked out the annoyance of the siren as he noticed that the door was trying to fall forward. His body let out a short yelp-like noise as he tried to grab the slot in the door, which was it’s only opening. The metal warped as he forced his hand through the slot and found a hold just as the door had reached a sixty degree angle with the floor. Then, pulling backward, he put his foot at it’s base and swung the door toward him to try and put it back in place.

However, in his haste, he ended up pulling too hard and the door came through it’s frame back into the holding room. He supported it for a second, then tried to gently push it back up into the frame. Come on you piece of crap! If I break you, they are gonna be pissed! He urged the door in his mind as he eased it back into position.

After getting it back in the frame, he withdrew his hand from the warped slot as gently as he could and took a few steps back. Easy, easy… he repeated in his head, holding his hands out toward the door as if to coax it into staying put. He stopped moving after a few steps, lowering his hands and straightening his body. Ok, good. He relaxed as his body visibly exhaled.

The battered and misshapen door stood in place for at most a second and a half before it fell back into the room, crashing into the floor with a loud metallic sound. Fuck me. 55 pronounced defeated in his mind as he hung his head in a complete sense of failure. He simply continued to stand there, unmoving and depressed, as he slowly began to notice the annoyance of the alarm rebuilding in the back of his mind.

Whilst Lack was reloading his assault rifle, he noticed an unnerving silence had settled over the fighters. Crouching down with gun in arms, he sneaked forwards to the door - the soft whirring of his arm and leg seemed pretty loud in the current atmosphere, although he heard voices now. They were muffled in his torn and bleeding left ear, and so he turned his head a little to catch them. Two men, and by looks, one of them was the leader of the rebel organisation.

And he comes with an axe, Lack said internally, snorting.

Had the man been a human, he'd have definitely aimed and pulled the trigger, but realising he was a mutant, he waited for someone else to deal with him. And yet no-one did. Frowning, Lack rearranged himself to stay hidden but ready to fire. And so this man had an entire army? Arching an eyebrow, the scientist suspected bluffing. He was a wary man at heart, and not prone to just believing someone with brilliant stage presence, as it were. Although this Gallius Mob was very charismatic, drawing the attention of all the guards and the female scientist. An even thicker silence caught his attention and he spotted a little girl walking towards the door. And no-one was dragging her out of the fight? Worried for the child, Lack was about to jump up and find somewhere safe for her, but then he saw the looks of absolute terror on the faces of the guards. He held back.

It was evident the girl was a mutant, and a powerful one at that. He watched, left eye zooming in on her. Well, she looked relatively normal... what could she do? Now she and the Mob man were disagreeing, and he shoved her. He watched with fascinated disgust as the man's heart was crushed; he felt rather detatched from the suitation, thinking about it.

Well, that's that over and done with.

Despite being new here, Lack couldn't help but feel angry. He'd just come to work here, it was his first day, and already there was some great calamity and an experiment was trying to get out. Lack was unimpressed, severely unimpressed. If he ended up getting mauled again because of another incident like this, he would not be pleased, not in the slightest. At least where he used to work there were no break outs (or indeed break ins). He gripped his rifle and glowered, although he wasn't sure at what.

Subject 74 stood in the middle of the hallway, not to far from all the shouts and gunfire..but three guards lay dead around her.
She smirked and mumbled " God and his priests and his kings..All were waiting. As it done in sin, between haven and hell. Pray for the lion and lamp." she smirked and slowly walked forward until one of the guards grabbed her ankle making her frown.
"Did..you do this..?" she guard chocked out making her frown deepen.
"No." was all she said before bending down and touching the man nose. He healed very slowly until only a small wound was left. "The gathering area is useful.." she mumbled walking to the sound of screams.
Subject 74 hadn't kept track of the powers she had touched today but she knew what where already there.
healing...Calming...Fire...Force shield...speed. And a few more she was unlikely to use.
How did she get out here? The Guards had been guiding her to her room for fighting when they were attacked. she killed the attacker of course. But she wanted to know why they were just attacked and why her all favorite white dress was now stained crimson.
Crimson and bare as I stand..yours completely Pray for the lion and lamp... Mia sang the lullaby gleefully in the subjects head making her smile as she rounded the corner just in time to see a man without a heart.

74 sighed and slowly made her way over to subject 11, already using the calming power she picked up. She calmed everyone enough to make him lower their guns slightly.

" 11...You want to kill and yet it hurts you so. Please calm down Lion. " she said referring to the lion from her lullaby and she stopped in the middle of the room a sad look in her eyes.

Subject 89 was very happy once she felt the warmth of her sister when she hugged her. She even got a kiss on her forehead. "Are you okay Alice?" Ria said. "Now I am." Subject 89 said while she started to smile. It had been pretty long since subject 89 and subject 84 had seen each other. Subject 89 had been experimented on for a pretty long time now. Days she didn't sleep only to survive those stupid experiments and being a mage is so tiring. If it wasn't for the link between the 2 subjects, subject 89 would have probably not survived those tests. The tests the staff loved to have for subject 89 was a survival test against all kinds of stuff. This was mostly because of her powers. Subject 89 was only 12 years old but could already control her powers pretty well and she had the power to deflect bullets what made her a very interesting candidate for a war weapon. It was probably because of those tests that subject 89 was so easy to scare but when she was with her partner everything became alright again. Her partner was the only person she trusted with her whole heart without any feeling of fear.

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Dr.Mayu looked at the young girl wondering what just happened. She had never seen any face like that before. "Who is this girl?" she thought "She can't be a mutant here because if so, I would sure have met her already." A thought of the mutant being of the organisation came up in Aoi's mind but the idea quickly vanished when she recalled that the leader also seemed like he didn't know the girl and of course, you wouldn't kill your own leader right? "Bu... But... If she isn't one of our mutants and neither one of theirs... Then who is she?" Dr.Mayu forgot to whisper and just said that out loud. One of the guards seemed to notice and quickly shut Mayu's mount with his hands. "Keep silent! That's subject 11! If you don't look out she will kill you!" Where the things he said to her while she was struggling to get his hands of her mount but suddenly she stopped moving.

"Subject 11?" She thought and suddenly she started to laugh like a mad psycho killer would do. She wanted to move towards subject 11 but then the Anti-Mutation squad came inside the room.

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-BAM- The sound of a heavy object or rather a body fell down on the floor. The leader whose heart was just crushed was unable to stand any longer falling to his dead while subject 11 gave him a final disappointed look. "You should have listened to me..." she said to the corpse before dropping the final remains of the mutant's heart. When subject 11 looked through the room again she saw the people calmingly staring at her. Though for the organisation's people there was still a trace of fear in their eyes. What was more than normal after seeing their leader die this easy before their eyes.

"11...You want to kill and yet it hurts you so. Please calm down Lion." the female voice echoed through the room but only after a swift second subject 11 was able to locate the source of that voice. It was the voice of subject 74 standing in the middle of the room. The girl seemed to have a sad look on her face but subject 11 didn't care. After a while looking at the mutant standing in the middle of the room, subject 11 started to laugh like mad. "Are you sure you shouldn't be afraid of me?" she said madly. "After all I can kill everyone in this room in a split second and it was his fault for standing in my way." Subject 11 released an enormous killer intend while she looked the mutant in her eyes. "Maybe you'd love to see a demonstration?" she said and a moment later the Anti-Mutation squad who arrived a few seconds ago opened fire.

Their only target was subject 11 but none of the bullets reached her. "You have annoyed me!" subject 11 shouted at the anti mutation squad while she slowly walked towards one of the members. Suddenly she disappeared and reappeared behind one of the squad members. Only using her nails, subject 11 slashed of the head of one of them after she did this she made the floor collapse where a few other members where standing. After doing this she looked into the eyes of one of the members, and suddenly his limps exploded one by one. Starting with his legs to his arms and finally his head. Subject 11 started her creepy laugh again. "There is no way lowly fools like you can hold me here." She said killing a few other members. "You even failed in not annoying me!" she shouted while she again killed a few members. "And now you will pay the price!" After shouting this she killed the final members of the Anti-Mutation squad using a blue colored fire.

(ooc: Btw I am keeping subject 20 on low profile for a reason. :P You'll understand soon enough.)

Okay, now some other (presumably mutant) girl had come in and was talking nonsense. Oh, Lack would be having words with the head of this place, yes he would. Quite suddenly, he felt a wave of peacefulness wash over him and he lowered his weapon. Not for long, though; he'd had training to realise when his emotions were being screwed with. Sometimes it was easy to notice - like now. It was a bit like being smacked over the head by an iron bar with "CALM DOWN" stamped on it. Other times it was subtle and insidious, and he didn't have the skills necessary to recognise that. But when he was angry one minute and calm the next? And when everyone in the room seemed to relax a little? Yeah, that was a sure sign. In his last workplace, rooms had been lined with a thin layer of an alloy that would apparently stop mutants messing with heads. He wondered if they had that in this place. He wasn't sure of what the alloy was made of now, although he was sure there was lead in there somewhere... if he could figure out the properties of it and ask around, he'd make some.

His attention was drawn once again to the girl in the uniform, and even more guards swamping the room. She was boasting now, and if there was one thing the scientist hated, it was braggarts. Despite feeling afraid of her - she had pulled that man's heart out, after all - he also felt irate. Oh yes, there'd be words. The whole situation was so damn unprofessional. He hadn't come here in an exactly good mood, but this was making him angry rather than nervous. How the hell had the two mutant girls even escaped their rooms? He'd come here to work on mechanics, but pretty soon he'd have to be a maintenance man, making stronger doors with more powerful locks, he thought.

Although normally cordial, Lack was running this all throuh his head, already imagining being asked "Oh, Lack, if you could take a minute to line the walls with that alloy, we'd all be very grateful". Of course, that was unlikely, but the way he saw it was he was new here, thrown into chaos, and he'd have to fix it all up. It was somewhat a self fulfilling prophecy as the grouchy scientist would doubtless end up working on new doors and better gun turrets without being asked. Although he would insist he had been, obviously.

He watched the girl attack and destroy the squad of soldiers which had just entered, and anger burnt brighter inside him. No-one was doing anything! If he had an anti-mutation gun, he'd have shot the girl down in minutes. He had no idea who she was or why the guards were looking so terrified. They were letting their comrades die! Words and a strongly written letter to the head of this institution, yes.

Subject 45 saw Ria hug a little girl. At least the girl got some comfort, what about me? Subject 45 was anxious and a little scared. It seemed like Subject 11 was quite the litle sadist. Subject 45 shivered. She wanted to get out of the fray and out of it now. She started to walk away but it seemed that their were violent MUH members or just violent people everywhere she went. Subject 45 felt she had no choice. She shifted into bat form and started flying away to a quieter, more peaceful place. It was easier to slip past humans when one was so small. She flew down some corridors and came to a place where there was a person who looked like a janitor talking (or at least trying to talk to) what was on the other side of a door frame. The thing, it was some sort of mutant she supposed, had a metalic caraparce like a bug. She couldn't tell what color it was for the type of bat she was couldn't see in color. Subject 45's little bat stomach churned, reminding her of her hunger. She let her echolocation wash over the mutant to get a better view of it. There was something about it that seemed distressed. Subject 45 flew into its room and found that some lights were broken. Maybe that was the problem. She flew out and shifted back to human shape and said to the janitor, "Some lights in his room are broken. That could be the problem."

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Subject 72 sighed as subject 11 pretty much went crazy and killed everyone in a uniform. She should have known that there were other ways to calm her down but really the Subject didnt mind if she killed a few of the guards. "Fear..no no no. In order to turn me into a perfect wepon they removed my fear geans. I feel no fear no matter what. I am very much glad they were never able to do the same to you. But do save a few guards for the last of us my dear Lion. I'm sure we have many for subjects that would very much enjoy ending these people and their worthless lives." Subject 72 said before her eyes turned a almost white color as a force shield appered between the guards and subject 11, blocking all gunfire from hitting both subjects.
"How annoying..." she huffed glacing down at her plain white(stained with blood) dress..it didnt have any holes. A good it ould be bothersome to have to sew it up..again. "Come 11 if you keep up that floor trick..the whole floor wil give out. I cant keep it up for forever you know." she stated useing her very own power to hold the ground in place, through it was kinda wobbly...she could feel her nose bleeding.
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Posted by October

Amy stood by one of the guards right before he was torn to pices by subject 11. Yelping in shock she jumped back just in time before she fell through the hole on the floor. "oh come work here, it's great pay and soo safe. safe my ass!" she growled pressing her back aginsit one of the walls waching everyone pretty much be killed and one of the Doctoers do crazy and start laughing weirdly. "And they think the subjects are crazy? really? Have they seen any of the people that work here??" she mumbled aloud before scooting around the edge of the wall before glnacing at subject 11. She had just killed another guard..someone Amy had known. "Stop!" she chocked out not looking at the subject but at the bloody mess on the floor. She thought she was going to puke.

Ria held her dear sister closer.

"I hate it when they do this to you," she whispered, "I only wish to put them through the pain they put you in."

And stick it to them good! Leonor yelled.

Make their hearts bleed! Ria answered back.

Have them go through Hell!

Let them wish they had never been born!

And let them never see the light of day again!!
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Gabe stood shell-shocked watching as the mutant tried to put the door back on. It was odd, most mutants would've taken that chance to run, maybe even kill him. But this mutant looked to be trying to stay in. Then a bat suddenly flew above him and into the room and turned into a girl. She mentioned the lights being a problem.

"Well I'm not a electrician, but I'll try," he said. He looked around the hall to find a door that held supplies, in there he picked out a few florescent tubes and walked back to the room holding the tubes carefully in one arm while carrying a ladder in his other hand. He set up the chair and began work on the lights, though he felt completely out of his element and not really sure if he was doing it right.

Subject 55 stood there, feeling defeated and in self pity at his failure to re-attach the door until he suddenly felt something strange. He had never felt such a feeling before, for a moment his perception got very fuzzy, but adjusted quickly back to normal. He felt the source of the disturbance coming from the open door. Then he noticed a very small object flying rapidly throughout the room. Out of curiosity, he followed it with his head. Not that it did him any good, considering he could no longer see, but it was a well formed habit. It seemed to be some sort of flying creature, perhaps a small bird. Shortly after, just as quickly as it had entered, the small flying thing exited. What was that all about? 55’s curiosity drowning out the thoughts of his other problems momentarily.

"Some lights in his room are broken. That could be the problem." A foreign female voice came from the outside the room. What? How? 55 thought, not able to piece together the small creature’s appearance with the appearance of the girl’s voice. He heard the man from outside say something in return, then the sound of his footsteps walking away. 55 eventually gave up on trying to figure out how girl who’s voice he had heard knew what was wrong. His body had almost full adjusted to the pattern of the alarm and he no longer had to deal with it’s annoyance, but the entirety of his recent endeavors had taken their toll. He was currently in the middle of an exhausted feeling that came after an extend period of high tension. Then as he noticed the man come into the room with what appeared long bulbs for the lights, his body took in a deep breath and exhaled. Relieved that he would soon be able to feed, he relaxed a little.

He walked over to one of the room’s walls, out of the man’s way, then sat down with his back to the wall. He tilted his head up towards the ceiling, trying to relax, trying not to focus on what the consequences of the broken door would be. I’m sure they won’t be too mad as long as I just stay put. He reasoned as he rested his right hand on the top of his head.

There was more nonsense now as the other girl spoke further. Lack had no idea what she was on about, or why she called that schoolgirl one 'Lion', but he was sure he'd had enough. His leg was hurting from being crouched down, his ear was still bleeding all over his parka. Everything sounded distant and oceanic through that ear, like everyone was speaking underwater. It looked like he'd have to make himself a new one at this rate. Not to mention he was pretty damn sure he'd get killed if he lurked around here longer. And now they were calling the workers at this place worthless. Nice. Very nice.

Lack rolled his eye and slowly got up, edging out of the room like a child leaving school assembly early for whatever reason. He realised he stuck out like anything - his clothes didn't state scientist or rebel, and the mechanics of his left side glinted under the ceiling lights. He winced as his courier bag bumped against the wall. His stomach was in knots as he imagined all eyes on him, those two girls probably thinking of a fun way to rip him apart. Don't mind me, just escaping this crazy little sideshow to find someone normal and sensible... He still clung to the assault rifle despite knowing it'd do nothing to ward off any mutants which decided to go for him. In his mind's eye, he saw a glorious death, overdramatic as he lay dying on the floor, those around him sobbing and gasping in horror as he uttered some poignant last words. The silliness of the mental image caused him to snort with laughter, which he disguised as a cough, although he wasn't quite sure why.

Slipping around the corner in a panic, he hopped into the elevator, scanned his brand new ID (with an awkwardly grinning photo of himself on the front) and frantically pressed a button, any button, to get away from this bullshit.

While apparently everyone was in awe at the small girl in uniform that had just appeared, the large man had just continued trying to bring down as many rebels as possible. He had ignored the bluffing rebel leader, who had just stepped up as if this whole scene was his audience and he was standing on a podium. Of course, he had also been oblivious to Subject 11's arrival and the conversations held between the rebel leader and her.
Admittedly, the silence that slowly fell on the once hellishly noisy battlefield was off-putting, but Lazarus would pay no mind and focus his attention on the rebels; specifically, the mocking human who kept dodging his attacks.
The white-haired cyborg attempted to swing a hit with his right forearm at the man's head, which was easily avoided, and then he tried to slash him with his left hand's iron claws. He didn't quite manage to stab or mortally injure the rebel, but he effectively delivered a deep gash on his shoulder and chest; in return, having a bullet graze right past his right pauldron and splash tiny sparks.
Taking advantage of the pain the man was startled by, Lazarus' enormous mechanical hand clasped his hair and violently forced his forehead to stamp against the sharp spikes from the pauldron, barely piercing his skull -more due to the force applied than the sharpness of the spikes themselves-.

It was then that the arrival of the Anti-Mutation squad members startled him out of combat. He watched as they rushed towards the previously mentioned mutant girl, who then proceeded to murder each of them before they could even do an ounce of damage. This was getting out of control, and so were the mutants; insulting them all as if the staff's lives weren't as valuable as the special mutants because whatever. They were very intelligent, weren't they? Judging their whole race and all of the workers in MUH because they were unfortunate enough to be treated in a way they didn't like. But they were perfectly entitled to maim and gore them? THEY were entitled to take away their lives because they resented every single guard, scientist and human for no reason? The mutants were nobody, just as the rest of them were nobody. Furthermore, the Elite was more than sure that the several violent outrages of each mutant had cost the corporation far more staff lives than the spiteful treatment had cost mutants.

A deep frown wrinkled the man's pale and scarred rough features, and his destroyed lips curled behind the dark colored gas-mask with anger and bitterness. Lazarus' mechanical eye locked and zoom on the insolent girls, his right hand released soft clicks as it clenched into a fist, however before he could raise a finger against either of the youngsters, the sight of a scurrying, plump man stole his attention; one that was heading for the inside of the labs.
The cyborg squinted his eyes, not able to discern the brunette's appearance further than, again, the mechanic limb he had which had distracted him before. The recent events and the amount of unknown people on the building, he could not afford to trust the man because some foolish biased wishful thinking that he was not another of the insurgents.

Although he couldn't quite be discrete or stealthy due to both his size and weight, the crowd seemed distracted enough with the mutant mass murderer girl and the other female scientist, who for some reason was laughing in a rather inappropriate situation. Thus, the man fixed his stare in the direction the other had gone before as he slowly walked between the groups of terrorized-looking guards assembled in the Hall and hurried along only to see the elevator doors shut at the end of the short corridor. A staff member? Taking note of the floor number the elevator directed to, and giving a glance over his shoulder to the crowd, Lazarus scooted in the direction of the emergency stairs; he had never been quite light enough to use the elevators anyway. At least, not since he had been built the mechanical body for.

Noticing the huge man following him, Lack paled and shuddered, leaning against the elevator wall and gripping his stolen gun with the tenacity of a man who knows he's about to be killed and wants to do something about it, but is unable. Yeah, that was it. This would be the end of poor Dr. R. T. Lack, fated from birth to have a funny name that got him teased in school, he who had been chewed on and spat out by a mutant... He stopped his soliloquy whilst he was ahead, instead cursing himself for having to dress scruffily and for coming to work in this damned hellhole where no-one seemed to keep any of the test subjects under control. If he'd stayed at his old workplace as head researcher, he could have lived his life out in relative happiness, tinkering with biomechanics. Of course, there'd be none of the research he could carry out here.

He wondered if the man following him had any mechanics fitted that he himself had developed. That'd be ironic, wouldn't it? Death at the hands of something you dreamt up. Subconsciously, his hands moved from clinging to his gun, to clinging to his ID card. He could show the guy that, couldn't he? They could find a computer and look him up on the database of staff. They should have put him there by now, seeing as his card worked on the lift. Suddenly things didn't seem as final. Still terrifying, but not as final.

Still tense, Lack touched his bleeding ear - although it had mainly crusted over by now. Poor ear. It would have to be replaced, which meant working on something custom later, if he lived past this reckoning with that massive guard. He took a deep breath in as the lift arrived at floor six and he shakily stepped out, ready to thrust the ID card at the man and tell him what a loss it'd be to the scientific community if he was killed.

"Fear..no no no. In order to turn me into a perfect wepon they removed my fear geans. I feel no fear no matter what. I am very much glad they were never able to do the same to you. But do save a few guards for the last of us my dear Lion. I'm sure we have many for subjects that would very much enjoy ending these people and their worthless lives." Subject 11 took a few steps back from the shield that was formed a moment after subject 74 said this and subject 11 calmed down again. "You are right. The others will probably love to kill a few of those lowly guards." Subject 11 looked at the mutant who formed the shield when “Come 11 if you keep up that floor trick..the whole floor wil give out. I cant keep it up for forever you know." Another thing where this mutant was right in. If the whole floor would collapse, then it wouldn't be funny anymore. Still subject 11 felt like continuing and also planned to do so but she was stopped by a yell of a young child. "Stop" the young mutant shouted. On a first glance, subject 11 could see that the young mutant wasn't feeling very well. "I guess I'll just stop fighti-..." Subject 11 said but she was interrupted by a horrifying sound.

"Found...You..."

It was the voice of a young woman standing unbelievably close knowing that she had to deal with subject 11. The woman didn't seem like she feared subject 11, On the contrary, she looked like she would have killed subject 11 any moment now if she had the power to. "I have waited so long for this encounter and now it finally is here." The woman said before she started to laugh madly once again. "I've made this special and only for you subject 11." the woman said in the middle of her laugh while pulling out some special ammunition for her Anti-Mutation gun. Subject 11 looked coldly and emotionless at the woman. "It wasn't like the woman could do her anything. I am protected by a lot of things inclusive the shield of the other subject." Subject 11 thought "Maybe I'll just have to kill her and end her suffering." Subject 11 started to smile but so did the crazy Dr.Mayu while she reloaded her gun with the special ammunition.

"It's time to die!" They both said and a moment later they both attacked each other. Subject 11 slashed trough the air which caused the air pressure to rise to a point that the air itself formed a slash able to cut almost everything. The slash closed in on Dr.Mayu but she was able to dodge most of the attack in time. She was still hit though. The slash managed to cut Dr.Mayu in the stomage and in her left arm. The wounds where rather big and it didn't look like she had much longer to stay conscious because she was losing just too much blood. "It's now or never!" she shouted while she fired the gun at subject 11. Subject 11 wasn't afraid of a tool of a human she was sure that it couldn't even hurt her but those thoughts where rapidly taken away by a huge pain in her chest.

Subject 11 slowly placed her hand on her chest to feel if she was bleeding or not. She wasn't bleeding but it still hurt so damn much. It seemed like this bullet was able to nullify powers of a mutant if it comes in contact with it. It even managed to destroy the shield of the other subject. Subject 11 started to laugh madly. "You have some guts miss. I love that kind of humans" subject 11 said while looking at the researcher who was about to pass out. "But don't you think you shouldn't have done that?" subject 11 said with cold emotionless eyes. "But you are lucky! I am not in a mass killing mood today." And after subject 11 said this, Dr.Mayu passed out and subject 11 looked away from her to look back at the other mutant. "So where were we?" subject 11 said to subject 74.

Subject 74 watched calmly while the two fought before the crazy lady passed out leaving Subject 11 with a hand over her chest. Slowly the subject made her way over to Subject 11 and stopped a few feet away from her. "I would try to Heal you but..I'd rather my skin not touch yours." she mumbled eyeing the other subject before putting her hand right over the other subjects strange wound. She wasn't touching her but she could feel the strange power radiating off the other Subject. Very slowly the wound started to heal. Not enough for all the pain to go away..but enough for it to lessen some.

"Don't take my words in the wrong way. But if I touch your skin i'm not keen on finding out what happens just yet. " she mumbled emotionlessly. "So do share when do you plan on braking out? I have a few who would..may be willing to help." she said calmly.

I wanna kill a guard... Mia cried inside The subjects head almost making her frown.

Soon.. She responded glancing at the few living guards in the room.

Reaching the sixth floor of MUH's building seemed to take a lot longer than he had predicted. Trotting forwards, he could handle. Trotting up the stairs? Not in a thousand years. His boots had stamped against a step and made him nearly trip more than once, and as much as he wanted to get to his destination soon, he wasn't about to go through the humiliation of falling just because he climbing up just a bunch of stairs proved more of a challenge to him than any other daily task.

Thinking about it, why would the man go to the sixth floor in the first place? It made him even more suspicious to be directing straight for the gathering room, where the mutants were. A very detailed explanation was definitely needed, what with the revolt going on downstairs along with a guard genocide, he couldn't afford to trust anyone even remotely foreign-looking. Stealing the ID of a dead guard was more than likely, so his presence in the elevator wasn't all too reassuring.

The yells from the Main Hall still managed to very softly penetrate through the metallic door of the emergency stairs, accompanying his blaring steps' subtle echoes on the wide, white staircase. The cyborg looked over the rails to the levels below, but he merely snorted and continue his path; misting the inside of his gas-mask just lightly.

As he slowly approached the appointed floor, Lazarus reached for his stun gun, which was awkwardly unfitting for his hand's fingers. If all went well, we wouldn't even use it. If not, it'd serve as a throwing object at most; far too heavy to dash after him right away. The sixth floor was probably crawling with other guards anyhow, and they'd possibly shoot him or subdue him faster than he could even attempt to.
Pushing the door open, he kept the gun low as he entered the floor and looked around briefly to look for the scruffy brunette. When he did, however, Lazarus immediately pointed the gun at the man and articulated a loud 'Halt', eyes stayed fixed and unblinking at the short male, pose stern and adamant as he approached with cautiously. He did have a rifle with him after all, and even if his thick armor was hard and sturdy enough to hold some bullets back, he couldn't speak for the exposed cables and circuits.

"Identify yourself." The man-machine's voice sounded definitely artificial, but contrary to most robots or computers, it was not monotonic or sounded like bundles of pre-recorded words that interrupted themselves prematurely. Although natural in terms of modulation, it had been made exaggeratedly low and hoarse, and whenever he spoke there was a soft rasping that accompanied his words. Still, it was understandable and definitely audible, but if the stranger didn't exactly hear, he would be more than glad to repeat himself even louder.

The little scientist was trembling visibly - he'd had quite a few near brushes with death, but never at the hands of a huge, armed, man-machine. The pistol he routinely carried and his new-found rifle weren't helping any, he realised, and gave a little high-pitched noise. Lack had no need to halt - he'd stopped outside the lift, waiting for the guard to get there rather than making himself more suspicious. He fumbled with the ID card, hoping it wouldn't be assumed he was fiddling with a weapon. His bloodstained knife was strapped to his boot, well out of the way, at least. With a shaky hand, he offered the big man his ID card.

"D-Dr. R. T. Lack. I'm new here. I uh, I uh... I wasn't expecting all that shit to be happening when I came here! I just want to do my job! Please don't kill me, it'd be a, um... a g-great loss to the scientific community as a whole, as I am o-one of the, ah, lead dev... developers of biomechanics. In the world," he said, his fake left eye looking left and right and up and down, nervily summing up the siutation.

He twiddled his thumbs anxiously, looking up at the guard and trying to summon the same awful grin as the one on his ID to prove it was him. He admittedly had to hold back an anxious giggle when he thought, At least he doesn't sound like Microsoft Sam. Another throught crossed his mind after, telling him to shut the hell up.

"Look, I think, uhh... you can find me in the database! I'm one of you guys, I work for MUH! Y-you saw me shoo-shooting all those intruders, right?"

Oh shit oh shit oh shit I'm going to die.

"Negative." The man replied, metal finger twitching on the gun's trigger.
Slanting his head, Lazarus stretched his left arm to take the ID card from the man as he kept babbling on, keeping the stun gun high as he lowered his eyes to look at it. His right blue colored implant hummed softly while it scanned the card, as his opposite grey eye's sight had been greatly affected since his small explosion incident, despite the surgeries it had gone through.
Yes, the ID belonged to 'Dr. R. T. Lack', but Lazarus had been taught to be highly distrustful and it was obvious that the man could be just holding up an act. Although it wasn't unheard of that new arrivals didn't receive any security clearance to few areas such as the gather place until days later; one of the many 'security measures' which just several minutes ago had been deemed useless by a bunch of rogues.

The cyborg flipped the card over a few times, eying the dark-haired man every now and then warily, arching an eyebrow at the awkward grin the brunette was giving him. He definitely was an odd man, but Lazarus could afford to play along and observe this 'Dr. Lack' from a close range to ease that slight paranoia he had grown to have in regard of the new staff members and mutants.
Lazarus gave an inaudible sigh, unnoticeable shouldn't it be for occasional blurring of the aqua polycarbonate plastic on the mask. Then, the Elite sharply handed the ID back and lowered the gun, yet his expression remained serious. But that was probably just his face.

"Very well, Dr. Lack," He huffed, putting the feeble weapon away. "If it could be possible to check the database at the moment, I would. But as you very well saw, the staff is occupied dealing with the rebels... and other nuisances." The last, Lazarus nearly spat out, furrowing the bridge of his hunched nose. The large man straightened himself, staring at the scientist in silence for a just a few seconds before speaking up again. "You shouldn't be wondering around unguarded, doctor, if you would be such a great loss to this scientific community of yours. Security is failing all over this place, and mutants wouldn't hesitate in terminating you should they get the chance."

His gaze looked over Lack, towards the doors leading to the scanners and to the mutant gathering place. It wasn't bitterness or resent what dominated Lazarus' features. It was simply caution. He didn't trust the mutants; he had no reason to. They killed his comrades, and most of them usually continued to threaten the guards whenever they got the chance to. He, of course, was no exception to this. But it didn't irk him as much as it used to. He had grown used to their spite and unreasonableness, but this person? Who knows how susceptible he'd be to believe their threats, although surely he'd been warned before? It was a constant issue in this place for all the staff that directly treated with them.

"I could render you assistance, if you wish. It is after all, part of my duties."

Warily, Lack took the card back like it'd explode. Oh great, now he was mentally 'translating' everything the guard said into Microsoft Sam-ese and a nervous laugh escaped his lips. Traitors, can't you stay shut for once? He flinched and watched him, expecting to be zapped any second. But then he put the stun gun away, and that gave Lack a little bit of peace, but those claws looked awfully sharp...

"W-well, I wasn't exactly expecting crazed gunmen and all that to go charging their way into the building. Uh. I was waiting to meet a fellow member of staff, not buckshot to my, um, ear. And, y-you know, in those kind of situations where two overpowered little girls start going, uh, apeshit, it's probably b-best to leave. Which is why I'm here. Do you know where I could meet another, uh, scientist?"

He paused, thinking a little.

"Although my ear was already kind of bad, so maybe this is a good thing. Th-then again, who wants to bet I'll be the one who has to, um, fit the new one all wonky in the bathroom mirror?"

The joke fell flat even for a Lack-standard joke. He stood in awkward silence, ducking his head down into his coat collar in a feeble attempt to escape all these going on around him. The guard scared him shitless, and besides, he wasn't sure how to deal with a man like that. At best, Lack was nervous around new people anyway, but this guy terrified him. He was so tall, for one. Lack cursed his curse of being a shortarse and considered the situation downstairs.

"You guys have snipers in hidden places down there? 'Cause those little girls are sure wreaking havoc. And letting slip the dogs of war. Well, actually, that's cry havoc, but it wouldn't make sense if I had said that and I'll shut up now," he mumbled.

The scientist looked very sheepish and somewhat earnest, wringing his wrists and looking up at Lazarus. He glanced over to the gathering area, vaguely remembering it from when he had his interview a few months back. Great, more places where he could be possibly used as a mutant's chew toy. He wondered if the guard would object to him writing a strongly worded letter right there. Understandably, poor Lack didn't feel his best at all, anxiety churning his stomach and feeling incredibly unsure of all this funny business going on downstairs. And now up here. He looked the place over, and saw an older girl hugging a younger one. Although he didn't know, they were Subjects 89 and 84. He offered a little wave and smile. He was a generally nice man, and didn't want the people he was working with to see him as a monster.

A frown crossed the large man's features at the scientist's small nervous laugh, struggling to find anything even remotely funny in the corporation's current situation, or in what he had just said.
Effectively, Lazarus did but stare at him. Dr. Lack seemed - twitchy, talkative. And with a remarkably more florid language than the rest of the scientists used, but he made no comment on the matter as he didn't precisely mind it. With his current appearance and clothes, it was a wonder neither of the other guards had tried to shoot him back on the Main Halls. He didn't exactly look like one of MUH's scientists at first glance, nor a second or third. Changing his clothes was probably advisable, but it was none of his business. Let the man dress however he likes while he can; his superiors would be the ones to have the final word at any rate. He had to agree with some of the things the man mumbled, however. He'd doubt that anyone would expect insane gunmen to burst inside a supposed high-security building, though, but he couldn't express how much he concurred with his point about the girl mutants.
Scientists had been naive enough to overpower them without actually implementing any obedience chips or basically making them mindless. Sounded like a flawless plan.

"I doubt they'll attempt to dispatch any snipers, doctor. As to why, I cannot say. But I suspect a lack of preparation." He said flatly, arms lifting to merely rest one on top of the other, as crossing them was quite uncomfortable with that claw of his, bloodied from the battles earlier. It could be highly inconvenient sometimes, and he oftenly found himself wishing they could be somehow retractable.
"As to finding another scientist, they often mingle in the labs on the second floor and sometimes come to the gather room. But I wouldn't be surprised if they holed themselves up until this mess is over and done for, and I doubt that will be any time soon."

Lazarus's eyebrows lifted at the man's friendly wave towards the subjects, finding it a very rare sort of behavior in the scientific teams he had once or twice escorted inside. It kicked his brain back into remembering that Lack wasn't precisely on his trusting side as of yet, but the way the doctor spoke and acted was genuinely distracting. It was hard to focus on how he absolutely needed to be paranoid about every word, gesture and action Lack did when he was too preoccupied comparing him to the rest of the scientists in a non-critical way.

The staring made Lack feel even more awkward. Fiddling with his fingers, he ducked his head and stared at his heavy boots. He'd always dressed that way. Well, apart from when he first started being a scientist and kept getting oil all over his nice clean shirts. Maybe he'd try to change the combats to something less hostile... jeans always worked. His beloved boots, however, would stay no matter what. The toes had steel caps. Good if he dropped something on his foot or really wanted to kick someone hard. Whilst part of his mind was being lax and thinking over the various things that had got him into the rather scary situation with the guard, another part was thinking over how he'd make his new ear, and more importantly, who'd be the one to fit it. The bathroom mirror thing was a joke, of course - the operation was not something he could be conscious for.

"Say, how old are those two mutants? The girls? No wonder they are off the rails if they're so young. The mind of a child going through puberty is effectively 'pruned' until they reach their late teens. Messing around with the heads of teenagers - all ethical arguments aside - is likely a bad idea, because of the process their brains go through during that time. And those brains belonging to, uh, mutants makes the situation fucked up beyond all recognition. Yeah, imagine, 'I hate you, mom, I wish you'd all just die!' from the mouth of a regular kid. Funny. From the mouth of one who can eviscerate you? Slightly less so."

He seemed a little calmer now when he was talking science rather than explaining why he should live. Funny, that. He shook his head, now making a list of what he could put in his letter to the head of this operation. Sheer incompetance seemed to be the dish of the day, and Lack wasn't happy. He was also pretty sure the guard was still suspicious about him. Hell, he would be suspicious of himself! He thought he'd better explain his clothes and pistol.

"You know, I'm a bit eccentric. They give you lessons on being an eccentric at university now, as soon as you go to study any discipline of science. You have to learn to cackle maniacally and yell, 'It lives! IT LIVES!' before they let you anywhere near test tubes and all that," he said, pokerfaced. Then, realising his little joke could get him even deeper, he cringed. "I joke. You're probably wondering why I'm dressed like I came off the street, right? You try getting oil stains out of nice white shirts. And blood. It's much cheaper just to wear more relaxed clothes. Also, when I was younger, a mutant broke into the labs I was working in, and there weren't many guards there. Being a fairly decent gunman, I snatched up the pistol of a fallen guard, but ended up used as the thing's personal chewtoy. After that, you tend to want to dress in sensible clothes and carry weapons. It's also why I'm... ahhh... on edge about a sudden fucking break in on the first day of my new job. Do they happen often?"

The explanation was all true, and he hoped that the guard believed him. He didn't seem so happy about the situation either, and that comforted the scientist. Evidently he didn't need to be listed in a strongly worded letter to the boss.

"So, what's your name? My 'R' stands for Rainer, but it's a stupid name. I've got a kid brother and sister, adopted. They call me Rainy because I always look grouchy, apparently. And ask me if I've done operations on the weather, and it's stupid and annoying and everyone picked on me because of it when I was a wee little thing. I generally go by Lack."

He was definitely more at ease now the gun was away and that the huge man had called him 'doctor' and answered his question without any discernible note of hostility. Still, Lack never seemed to shut up. Maybe he was just nervous underneath his somewhat collected, jokey demeanour. He wondered if he should start writing his letter down now, or maybe he could find another scientist as a witness to this inadequate protection of the place. He doubted it was the fault of the guards. There was, after all, a mutant gathering area, which smelt of danger to come. He really needed to get his hands on one of those anti-mutation guns. His mind suddenly sprang back to remember the angry young female doctor in the fight. He sincerely hoped she was okay. She didn't exactly look like she had much combat experience, and was right in the middle if the action rather than in a defensive position.

The scientists were eager to leave, and so were the guards. Andrew, in his quadrupedal form, was a monster. Andrew had heard other scientists compare it to raptors from the Cretaceous period, so Andrew affectionately called his current form Raptor. When the gunfire started, they had their excuse to leave. Raptor waited until there was only one guard in the room, and then leapt. The guard raised his gun, too slow. Raptor tore out the man's windpipe, the skin around the bite dissolving from the fast-acting hemotoxins Raptor's bite delivered. Raptor left the room.

Andrew had no way to control himself in his transformed states directly, though he had found that he could "suggest" courses of action. He was getting better, but it would be awhile before Andrew had reached the level of control that he desired. In the meantime, Andrew felt as though he were watching a very gruesome movie as he was forced to watch guards and scientists have their windpipes torn out, their lower torso evicerated, or their head taken off of their body.

Raptor, which had finished killing the last guard, turned to survey its work. Many subjects in their cells stared dumbfounded at the carnage that had occurred. Raptor walked to the intersection of the halls, curled up into a ball, and slowly, a cocoon formed around the body. It would be an hour before Andrew would be able to take a keyset from a dead guard or scientist to free the subjects and get to another level. Until then, Andrew slept, and as he slept, the cocoon emmited psionic waves. Not overly strong, but noticable to anyone who had any psionic training.