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Ember

"I'll take your breath away if you're not careful."

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a character in “The Human Puzzle”, as played by Shané

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BASICS


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{ AGE }
19 years

{ GENDER }
Female

{ PARTNER }
Damion



ABILITY:


{ Air Manipulation }
She uses the air around her in a variety of ways. Perhaps the most infamous use she has for it comes from her deadly ability to remove the air from a person's lungs. Essentially she has the power to steal someone's breath away effectively killing them swiftly and silently. A much rarer and more complicated use for this ability is the resuscitation of the dead. While a powerful ability the many restrictions on it and the lack of use for it in the facility means Ember has rarely had the opportunity to use it. Her particular air manipulation has also been used to ensure accuracy for thrown items. Using varying currents of air around an object allows her to find her target every time whether it be a knife, arrow or some other form of projectile. Lastly she can project herself a lot faster than usually is humanly possible. In theory she could possibly assist another to move faster as well, though this has not been attempted.

{ Weaknesses }
Ember's seemingly all powerful abilities have many limitations and restrictions. In order to be able to kill someone through her unique form of suffocation she must be very close to the person's head, about 30cm away ideally. This is particularly important when it comes to concentrating on the completion of the act. If she is distracted by something such as pain either her ability fails her completely or simply renders the person temporarily unconscious for around five or so minutes. This being said through the continuous use of this particular ability Ember is struggling to keep it under control at times as it has become a reflex- anyone comes to close and automatically she starts to draw out the air in their lungs.
Her resuscitation is far more limited. It requires her to have recently taken the air from another. Her ability is also not an overly miraculous one as it follows similar patterns to CPR and can only bring someone back from specific deaths such as shock, heart attack, drowning and electrocution. Stab someone and it is well beyond her ability to bring them back for you. For both murder and lifesaving Ember's mouth must be unobstructed.
As for projecting objects and herself, many of its original obstacles have been overcome through training. For example both require a lot of skill and practice, both that have been acquired through repetitious trials in the facility. They also take up a lot more energy than a regular throw or run. Again training has built up her stamina and endurance, though not supernaturally. The final limitation of self-propelling is the reflexes. Narrow corners will quite effectively slow her down lest she wants to run into them.


{ Containment }
Ember has had a metal contraption forced upon her mouth in order to prevent her killing one of the staff. It is only removed once all staff are out of reach in order for her to complete whatever task they want from her. It covers her entire mouth and ends under her lower jaw. It fastens at the back of her neck with a key being the only way to remove it successfully wiring her mouth shut until the guards are safely away. As for her other abilities, obviously she never has access to weaponry unless closely monitored nor does she ever really have the freedom to move and allow her to speed herself away. Lastly, and perhaps the most effective, the promise of torture or death for her partner ensures she remains obedient.



PERSONALITY:



{ Past Personality }
Ember was once a sweet and gentle spirit. She was always considered quiet by most, preferring non-verbal communication to the spoken word. As such she often found it difficult to truly get to know another person. Most know her more by a quiet smile that lights up her eyes than actual knowledge about her personality. She always valued quiet companionship and silent presence rather than intricate conversations. This being said once she began to get to know a person she slowly began to reveal a little more about herself. It was often in small, simple sentences expressing a feeling or thought on various things that she believed warranted being bought up. She was a deep thinker, loving nothing better to sit quietly and ponder random aspects of life that were bought to her attention. Music was one of her most influential passions as she found that it spoke more to the soul than the verbal language people had come up with. It was a philosophy she often followed in her character; preferring to show her affection through action and practical help rather than words.

{ Present Personality }
Ember barely has anything left from what she used to be. Now she's cold and uncaring. From the reflective girl she once was now she tries to think only objectively focusing on the now and what is physically present. Her expressions are always harsh and rigid, matching her icy personality. To those around her she appears to have stone-like quality as though she was carved from marble. Unfeeling and detached. The facility workers are always treated with cold disdain, though never disobeyed nor questioned. Aside from the staff, anyone else will be subject to her dry humour and blunt criticism. She no longer shirks from speaking her mind and when everyone fears you or hates you, you might as well express your opinions as it won't hurt your reputation. Aside from her partner, she has no one left she cares about so there is no longer any need for mercy and kindness.
Sam is one of the rare few that have seen the other side of her. How broken and fragile she really is under her jagged exterior. For all the walls she builds up around herself, she can't run from who she really is. Her true self can't cope with the crimes that she commits so it's locked away inside of her. Occasionally it can no longer be contained and for a while no one will hear of the murderess until Sam's forced her to compose herself. But in those times she sinks into deep depression and loneliness, no longer managing to eat or sleep. She becomes merely a wraith and shadow of her former self, a wisp of the gentle girl she once was before her stronger, ruthless self comes to protect her once again.


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{ Passions }
~Classical Music~
She particularly loves Stravinsky's Firebird, Petruschka and The Rite of Spring. She also loves Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet. She finds classical music expresses what words cannot.
~Playing the Piano~
She learnt from a young age how to play the piano. Though she hasn't touched those ivory keys for many years now, she has been seen to mime out the playing of various pieces in her cell when she thinks she is alone.
~Thunderstorms~
She finds the energy within the air at this time electrifying. Somehow storms make it so much easier to manipulate the air around her. The raw power of thunderstorms are both terrifying and exciting.
~Novels~
While spoken words have little interest for Ember, written literature takes on a new form. Books are a form of escape, intrigue and a well of knowledge.
~Edgar Allan Poe's Poetry~
Poetry has never really been of interest to her, however Edgar Allan Poe is an idol of hers from his various quotes to his gothic poetry.



{ Dislikes }
~Noise~
She doesn't cope with noisy, disruptive environments. They are far too distracting and overbearing for her taste
~Recklessness~
She doesn't deal well with people who rush into things without thinking. For her life is no game to be charging on from one thing to the other without carefully considering consequences.
~Science~
It is far too objective for her taste. It tries to explain things which she deems are unexplainable and in the process destroys whatever it touches. How can science possibly explain the intricacies of the way music touches a soul?
~Physical Activity~
Despite her ability, running has no appeal to her. She was never strong, and while her endurance has been forced to improve, the process has not been pleasant and comes across as pointless to Ember.
~People in General~
Aside from her partner, she now only sees the negatives of other human beings. All they seem bent on doing is hurting, hating or using her. So what use are they?


{ Weaknesses }
Firstly physically she's as weak as you can get. Beside her genetics never lending themselves for strength, the lack of food, sunlight and healthy mental capacity has always left Ember at a distinct disadvantage. On a more personal level Ember has never been able to trust people well, and since the facility this has only grown. She will never trust another, aside from perhaps her partner, to do something she can do herself. Her distrust has grown into paranoia always believing that everyone is out to personally attack her.

{ Fears }
Physical Touch
The only people that touch her within the facility are those that are going to hurt her or drag her off to do some detestable task. As such, anyone that reaches out to her is seen as a threat making her either panic and withdraw into herself or she will immediately lash out and attack her perceived enemies.

Mental Abilities
Ember is frightened of anything or anyone that can tamper with her mind. For her it has been her only solace; the only place where she will ever be in complete control. To have someone enter that private fortress has to be one of the worst fates she can think of. To be utterly at the mercy of another is to be to be defenceless to a sadist as she can think of no other reason for someone entering another's sanctuary.

Sam
While it seems fairly obvious, and almost all Anomalies fear him with intensity, Ember's fear of him has escalated to the extreme. She is terrified of him like nothing else and through her terror has mentally endowed him with the power of a god. In her mind there is no foreseeable way to evade him nor hide anything from him. He knows her far too well for her to have any defence against his sudden vehemence.





APPEARANCE:



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Ember has always come across as very fragile and innocent in appearance, no matter what her reputation has put upon her. Despite the adjustment in personality, she still has soft facial features that give the overall impression of being delicate. Her eyes are perhaps the most mesmerising part about Ember. The irises change and adjust to her mental and emotional state. Most of the time her eyes are such a dark brown they appear black. However when sparked with anger they quickly flash red. The other main colour they have changed during the facility time is when they melt away to a light grey whenever she becomes fearful. For the last two years those are the only two that have appeared, though they do adjust to other strong emotions. Mostly Ember's mouth is kept in a hard line, devoid of any kind of emotion. However in better days the tips curled up in a small smile that extended into a warm-green coloured iris.
Her face is framed by her long, black hair. It reaches just under her ribcage and is dead straight. Due to the thickness near the roots it has a bit of volume at the top of her head but thins out as it reaches the ends. She has black bangs covering her forehead which are starting to reach her eyes.
Ember's complexion is white. An unnatural pallor that has been bought about by a mixture of pale skin genes and lack of sunlight. Once she would have been considered quite beautiful, however now she is painfully thin. Her collar bones stick out like knives and her ribs are very prominent. This hasn't been helped by her depressive periods where she refuses to eat. Her scarring is hidden at all times. For his own amusement Sam decided a Gothic feel would further enhance his twisted plans for her as an executioner. As such she is always dressed in black with high neck lined tops hiding the scars on her throat. Full black skirts are also common in the facilities wardrobe for her and she is never seen without gloves covering her wrists. She always goes around barefoot. Ember's posture only adds to her formidable reputation and dark clothing as she carries herself very upright, with a stiff upper back. This is due to deep tissue scarring restricting her movement.


{ Defining Features }
Her wrists are scarred from being put in restraints. From metal cuffs to rope, her attempts to get out of them only resulted in them cutting into her skin serving as a permanent reminder of various punishments. She also has a few very thin scars across her throat.
Far more prominent are the numerous deep scarring on her back. It's laced with criss-crossed patterned whip marks and a few burn scarring. The most obvious is the thick, pink puckered one that stretches from her left shoulder to her right hip. Needless to say her back is a mess. The deeper scarring that can't be seen has also restricted her movement causing her to be stiff-backed and have trouble twisting around.


{ Weight }
35kg

{ Build }
Very slight.




THOUGHTS ON OTHERS:



{ The Rebels }
Ember's first opinion of the two rebels are on their stupidity. She cannot understand their mentality of understanding all too well the consequences of their actions and yet still running headlong into them. She herself has actually had to assist in teaching the pair a lesson. It was not one to be taken lightly. However from the rumours going around it appears that it hasn't fazed them. Beside the fact of what she considers their reckless foolishness, Ember secretly admires them. After all they have done what she and her partner have not- been able refuse the staff. She also knows deep down both are far stronger of will and mind then herself, as she was broken from one session with Sam and they have endured many. They have not allowed their link to one another to become a weakness. Lastly she fears being put with them. They have both the motivation and strength to hurt both herself and her partner. After having a personal hand in reprimanding them for an escape as well as having the blood of many of their kind on their hands, she fears that she and her partner may end up having to defend themselves.

{ The Compliant Ones }
She has a deep-seated hatred for the pair. It's all rooted from jealousy that she won't admit. How can those two have managed to stay together and escape from Sam's continuous punishments while she has had to she has had to give up everything to appease Sam and has ended up with nothing. She can't understand how they can so easily enjoy eachothers company without realising how much pain those surrounding them are in. Even though she has never met them she already fears that they hate and judge her and partner, despite the fact that really they are only doing the same as the other pair; submitting for the sake of the other. Only the cost of her and her partners obedience costs so much more than the compliant ones.




HISTORY:



{ Ability }
Ember was born with her air manipulation, however it remained dormant for many years. When she turned thirteen the air was suddenly a force that could be wielded. Her sudden feeling of a 6th sense scared her and her newly matured irises quickly faded to a light grey. After that the facility forced her to find out about the more specific parts of her ability.

{ Free Life }
Ember was raised by a single mother after her father died when she was very young from untreated throat cancer. Life was relatively normal for her and she was very close to her mother. When her ability final showed itself and her irises faded to grey, it caused her mother to panic. She immediately took Ember to the local GP to investigate the cause. Unfortunately many first Anomaly cases are first found through the health systems with any abnormalities reported to higher levels. Ember's strange irises was immediately reported as per policy to government through documentation. The Genetic Modification Facility was notified and it took only a few weeks for them to fully assess the situation from observing Ember at a distance.
Suddenly a mystery complaint was filed against Ember's mother for child abuse. Ember was taken from her abruptly and forced into the facility. To silence the mother she was taken to an interstate mental health ward. Ember is entirely unaware of what happened to her mother.


{ Facility Life }
Her first day in the facility was filled with basic medical testing, rough handling and overall a nightmare quality that at first seemed like it should vanish like the fog of a dream in the morning. Needless to say it did not. The next morning only came with another day in a barred prison-like cell. Sam visited her that day. He came in the form of a friend- a psychologist required to be there for her by law despite the horrible conditions. Terrified and having not yet heard a friendly word from a soul at the facility Ember slowly began to trust him. He spent many sessions with her counselling and supposedly helping her through the extreme testing routine they began developing for her.
This went on for about four years. During this time she met her partner (?). {Am thinking about having him as her neighbour in the facility so that's how they gradually go to know one another, but depends on person who plays him}
Then everything took another drastic turn for the worst. Up until this point Ember's literal breathtaking abilities had not yet been realised. One of the guards however had become drunk and decided to clock himself in for work. Not entirely in his right mind, against orders, he turned against her and started a beating. In absolute panic she had tried to flee from him, instead causing him to draw her close. It all happened extremely quickly; his head was suddenly too close to her own and then he was lifeless in front of her. It took her a few moments to realise what she had done. She spent the next few hours trembling in the corner of her cell waiting for them to find his body. It didn't take too long and as soon as Sam found out his friendly countenance dropped. He became malicious and sadistic dragging her up to the floor where the most deadly Anomalies were found.
He set up opportunities for her to 'escape' twice, only allowing her to get a few corridors before finding her. This quickly deterred her from attempting again. He used her partner to force her to kill more Anomalies and eventually taught her to torture them as well. There was one incident in what a young girl had begged her to kill her in Sam's absence in order to avoid his torture. After at first refusing, something snapped in Ember and in an instant the girl was lifeless before her. Since the girl had had information on a rebellion in a different facility, Sam was furious.
In response Sam punished her so severely he permanently damaged her back and left her scarred. Not liking the rest of the Anomalies to be able to see the marks of her disobedience and hint that she was not altogether as submissive as he liked to make out, he ensured they were always hidden by her attire. This way no one is aware that her obedience to Sam is forced. In their eyes both her partner and Ember are acting from self-directed obedience and perhaps inherent sadistic personality traits.





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{ COLOR }
#6A0888

{ THEME SONGS }
Run by Amanda Tenfjord
https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Amanda-Tenfjord-2/Run

Jungle by Emma Louise
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/emmalouise/jungle.html

So begins...

Ember's Story

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Rezia was actually enjoying this new found numbness that he had taken from Ember. It made all the emotions he had been experiencing previously more manageable. Even the giddiness he had felt had subsided and the pain, the anger, the distress was just barely there. Rezia gave a sigh of relief. He didn't so much mind the headache thanks to the numbness of everything else. He'd have to thank Ember later for that. Now when Sam was done with the next 'lesson' he was planning, Rezia would be able to actually sift through his memories and think about how this was all changing and affecting him in a rational manner instead of sniveling in a corner. Anyone who looked at the healer now could see an almost bored indifference playing on his features. To those who knew him, it was an odd expression on the normally sympathetic Rezia

Rezia heard Ember behind him but didn't turn towards her. He simply assumed she was hurrying to catch up to him and get this ordeal over with. He was taken by surprise when she grabbed at his head of all things to turn him around. Since he hadn't been expecting the contact, nor the forceful tug, Rezia's eyes instinctively went up to Ember's eyes, trapping them a moment in Rezia's healing stare. Rezia heard her plead him to heal her before the two were immobilized and he naturally began to take in more of her negativity, her frantic need. He got the surface emotions first. Once those were out of the way, he saw the main source of pain, what Ember really wanted him to fix. A small bit of him wanted to drive right in and start pulling the shattered pieces back to gather like a surgeon slowly putting back the pieces of a shattered bone, but he stopped himself before he did anything. Once he started, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop until it was finished or someone outside of him and Ember pulled him away. That was one of the problems with his power. He couldn't always readily stop himself and if he didn't and he pulled too much, he could die from the energy exhaustion.

With a bit of will power, he forced the connection closed with a series of blinks and stumbled back. A little bit of the numbness had faded away to be replaced with Ember's desperation for healing. It made him sad. He had wanted to keep more of that numbness for later. The healer raised a hand up then to rub his forehead where the pain was currently centering. He felt something leaking down his nose and reached up with his free hand to see he was bleeding now to. "Damn it..." he grumbled and raised a sleeve to his nose and glanced at Ember, careful to keep his gaze on her throat, not her face, least she try and get him to look up again. He'd never had someone jump him before for his healing ability. Rezia couldn't help the tiny ironic smirk that touched the edge of his lips. Go figure that the entire time he had wanted to help Ember with her pain she had refused. The time when he was forbidden to heal her and frankly didn't want to form any sort of mental link, Ember was clinging to him and begging for it. Well, hindsight is 20-20, isn't it Ember?

"I can't heal you like you want. Sam would be furious. He's already instructed me not to heal you too much, least we end up like Whispers, or worse, Delirium. You missed your chance. You'll have to try again later," he answered her and readjusted his clothes and continued to walk towards Sam. His words had been cold thanks to the emotions he had pulled from Ember. His personality was always discordant after healing, cold and distance as his sister could attest to, but Ember didn't know that. The personality shift probably seemed far more alien to her. She'd only ever seen the meek little healer.

"Hurry up. Let's get this over with so we can get on with our day, go back upstairs and get away from Sam, or do you not want to see Damion?" he called to her, looking over his shoulder at the other anomaly. "You know Sam isn't a patient person. If we dally much longer, he will take out his anger on Lydia and Damion or we'll have to face each other."

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Relief. Sweet, almost tangible relief. Her surface level terror began to seep away replaced with a determination to get through, to work it out and-

She felt she had been slapped. Just as she had felt the next layer of her dangerously scarred mind come to the surface the relief had been cut off. Rezia let out an exclamation of shock and pulled away from her physically and emotionally. Ember noticed in a distant, sort of stunned way that blood was seeping from the boys nose. Instantly she felt a tinge of regret. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. There was one thing to be regretful over every step that had lead her to what ever one might call her existence, however to feel personal regret for hurting another so mildly had been foreign for a long time. Without thinking she opened her mouth of apologise except the words never came.

Rezia's cold analysis of the situation stopped her short. Her mouth clamped shut again. This was not the Rezia she had come to know. This was what the beginning of a killer looked like. He had responded how she had learnt to; coldly.

"…or do you not want to see Damion?"

Her head immediately snapped up at this provocative statement. Damion. She needed to get back….but there was Sam to deal with first. A new wave of nausea ran over her at the thought of going through any session with him. She dallied a little in the hall, not willing to follow Rezia and trying to sort out her jumbled thoughts. There was nothing she could do about having to go in to Sam now…and everything would return to before. She'd be just as, if not more, broken then before.

You need to get out.

Her whole body went rigid at the thought, and immediately she started to glancing around herself as though she'd said the dreaded words out loud. That thought had been shut down long ago. It wasn't worth it… However now she wasn't so sure. What was going to change? She was tortured for doing Sam's will, and beaten for failing to. Damned if she did, and damned if she didn't. She tried to dissuade herself from the idea, but now it had lodged itself in her mind- there was no other option. She died painfully here doing Sam's will, or she died trying to get out-

"Ember!"

Sam's voice boomed out the door and instinct kicked in, she ran terrified to his bidding.

She couldn't look at his face when she entered, instead opting to look at his feet. However her eyes had a mind of their own and they dragged her gaze unwillingly to the wall. Her heart rose into her mouth as she found Whispers with his arms chained above his head. That position….she knew what Sam wanted her to do.

"Ember you will show Rezia how I've taught you to create real pain through your relatively painless abilities."

Sam's voice was cold and matter-of-fact. Ember almost pleaded with him not to make her do it again, but thought better of it and kept her panic in check.

"I'm not sure the person is in a well enough condition to survive the procedure." She forced herself to look at Sam as neutrally as possible while delivering her words. She kept her voice level, but inside her heart was pounding. Suddenly she noticed the bruising. The sight took off guard. Someone had hurt Sam. Her eyes slid over to Whispers. That must be why the man was here. Sam, the man she had unconsciously associated with inhumane ability to manipulate and terrorise without consequence, had been injured.

Sam's eyes narrowed. He'd always encouraged Ember and the others trained in his methods to process instructions and ensure they wouldn't lose a person prematurely before commencing. However Ember rarely spoke up about such things and while that very well may be the case if it went too long, Sam thought the risk was fairly low. Instead of addressing Ember he turned over to Rezia.

"How much did you heal her?" His voice was deceptively calm.

Embers breath hitched at the words. Before Rezia could reply she managed to stammer out a reply.

"If that is not a concern I will do it."

Sam's cold eyes returned to her, considering whether to press the question further. After a tense few seconds he indicated for Ember to start.

Her stomach felt like lead. However she didn't dare make any sign of her intense urge to ignore his instructions entirely. Instead she forced herself into her calm persona, picked out a knife and walked up to Whispers. She looked doggedly ahead at his chest, refusing to look at his eyes or respond to anything other than the task at hand. With practiced ease she slid the knife through the mans shirt so she could get to the skin and without wasting her time made a sharp, short incision along his upper left rib. She forced her hands to remain steady as she repeated it on the right, digging the blade in deep into the intercostal muscles between the ribs.

She started to reach for Whispers chin, when Sam stopped her.

"Wait."

She clenched her teeth together and squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to move or bring on Sam's wrath while he started to commentate matter-of-factly on her actions to Rezia.

"If you slice the intercostal muscles, the person is forced to use the damaged tissue anyway for every breath. As a result, he'll start breathing shallowly to avoid aggravating the afflicted wound. And this is where Ember so kindly takes away that option. She'll rip the air out of his lungs allowing him a nice period of time where his lungs will completely collapse. As a result, he's going to get a little breathless and desperate for air. Instinctively his body will force him to take deeper and therefore more painful breaths in causing his own body to rip open the small, short incisions to long, ragged tears along his side. Even once she returns his air to him, this need for air will remain for a few minutes afterward ensuring a long painful episode of torn flesh and panicked breaths. Continue Ember."

The colour had drained from her face after hearing Sam's perfectly calm description of the horrors she was forced to inflict. But she could not wait now. If she did Sam would inflict just as much pain upon herself, Rezia and worst of all Damion. Whispers had to be harmed to keep them safe. Without any more hesitation, she grabbed his chin and forced his head forward, nearer to her own. For a moment her eyes locked with his and all her regret and reluctance welled up before she opened her mouth and forcefully dragged the air out of his lungs.

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Stephen Winters | The Rebel | Neural Disruption | #F70D1A


"I'm not sure the person is in a well enough condition to survive the procedure."

Whispers hitches a breath as he feels the blade draw blood from his left ribs. It's close to his heart, he thinks. Too much experience with torture has left him familiar with the kinesthetics of his body and it is knowledge that leaves him almost detached from the pain. In his mind's eye it isn't really him being cut and it isn't really Ember slicing every muscle fiber. His body is a mere vessel now for Sam to vent his frustrations and Ember, his hand. The sensations might have been new, but the principle was the same.

"Can't brea-," his voice cracks as Sam directs the black-haired woman-the broken woman-to continue.

He isn't really sure what's keeping him conscious. Sam's voice? Ember's touch? Rezia's hypocrisy? In his subconsciousness nothing stirs anymore. The fiery, red passion dulled into a gray field of concrete bars and muzzles. The image doesn't make sense when verbalized so he doesn't so much think it as picture the empty space where his family might have been. He doesn't care anymore for flashbacks and "whatif"s because they only serve as a cold reminder of his inability to compromise.

He won't stop, his thinks, because you won't either.

Before his lungs even fold, he locks eyes with Ember because he can't summon anymore anger toward his tormentor. The tearful wheezing that follows only serves to show him (and Ember) that he hadn't completely died yet. Unlike Katherine, everything creeps by slowly, painfully rather than a rush of emotion. Unlike Sarah, he is fully aware of everything happening. Every forceful breath brings a new wave of pain that his atrophied muscles can barely heal and as much as he hates to admit it: it brings him back to Earth.

And for a brief second he is scared, scared to live because it means more cuts and more attempts to break him. It means seeing this fucked version of Sarah while Sam watches them fight. It means they-any of them-can kill him.

But it also means he isn't just another vessel. Sam needs him living, breathing, and feeling for his sick game. With Katherine dead Whispers is the only spark of defiance left in the facility. Perhaps it's the air returning to him or his body acclimating to the pain, but he realizes that-even for a brief second-he can do something that not even Sam can stop.

His eyes well up as he watches Ember cut incisions along his chest, but quickly shifts forward, forcing her knife deep into his heart*.

"Don't need to breathe if I'm dead don't you know that Sam?" he coughs.

Blood pours from his chest but Stephen's eyes light up more than ever.

"The thing is, Sam, I'm done with all these big speeches trying to convince everyone that they're bad people for trying to survive and I'm tired of playing your stupid game. If I'm going to die, it's going to be on my own terms and I'm going to scar your darling while doing it. I'm not Rezia. I'm not enough to protect my sister anymore. I don't even have a sister anymore. She's yours, like how Katherine became yours after Rezia ruined her. I only have myself now so I don't have to deal with being caring anymore or fighting for a cause. I'm the last holdout and I'm going to die a rebel."

He laughs for a second before spitting out a mouthful of blood toward his captor. He seems to glance in the air before addressing Ember (though his eyes appeared to be scattered).

"Protect yourself, Ember. Don't let my stupidity go to waste."

He gives the knife a final push and waits for the life to fade from his eyes despite the noise.

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Ember flinches as Whispers gasps out, only to have Sam snap at her to continue. She's trying so hard not to look at the man she's tearing apart, instead focusing on the small details. The knife dragging along it's pre-determined path and red seeping into the rut she's created. But she can't ignore him when she goes back for the air in his lungs.

She's expecting the usual anger, the reproach in his eyes as she grabs his chin but instead he looks empty. This scares her far more than the anger and her stomach twists harder despite her best efforts to remain indifferent and detached. Nevertheless she continues, no longer even a force of will, but rather mechanical and practiced actions. She holds his breath just out of his reach until he almost losses consciousness and then cruelly drives it back into him how Sam has taught her. Even after the air is returned Whispers can't control the painful wheezing. His whole body goes into shock from Ember's unnatural talents. His eyes start filling up with tears from the pain, but he can't express it verbally. Ember tears her eyes away from his face, trying to ignore the silent gasping. Somehow the absence of vocalised pain makes her feel even worse- like even that ability she has taken from him.

Once the desperate breaths begin to slow again she returns her attention to the ribs. She begins her task again clinically, refusing to look at his face until his whole torso is thrust forward and her knife plunges far deeper than it was intended. She's frozen, stunned for a second.

"Don't need to breathe if I'm dead don't you know that Sam?"

The words bounce around like a pointless echo in her head until she hears a roar of anger from Sam. Her hand feels warm and she looks down to find it covered in blood, a torrent pouring down Whisper chest. Instinctively she starts putting pressure onto the wound, trying pointlessly to staunch the blooding.

No.

Whispers is saying something to Sam but Ember's only half listening. Panic is setting in again. She can't fix this. This has gone too far. She starts to back up before a harsh hand on her back prevents her going any further.

"If he dies you can be damn well sure you will pay for it." Sam's voice is an uncontrolled shout of anger. He shoves her forward before Whispers spits out a mouthful of blood at him.

Frantic Ember snatches up the keys on the table and with shaking, bloodied hands starts to unlock Whispers wrists. As soon as they're free the whole weight of his body crashes into her. She half-helps him and half lets him fall onto the floor on his back.

"Please don't do this. You can't-" She's half-sobbing half pleading with him now, one hand trying to stop the blood and the other on the knife trying to make sure it stays in place acting like a plug in the wound. Automatically she cries out for help. There's no hope of aid from Sam, so Rezia is her only option.

"Rezia! Please. You have to help-"

"Protect yourself, Ember. Don't let my stupidity go to waste."

He pushes his body up, plunging the knife up to the hilt in his chest. Ember lets out a scream abandoning her efforts to stop the blood flow instead leaning over to cradle his head.

"I'm sorry." It's a barely audible whisper as she senses his breath leave him for the last time.

The room went deathly silent.

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Rezia entered the room where Sam was waiting for them. His eyes quickly settled on Whispers who was restrained much the same way as Delirium had been. This time though, he was calmer. He told himself it was because there wasn't an audience and though that might have been part of the reason, Rezia knew it was Ember's fog that still dimmed his emotions. The part of him that was still Rezia didn't want any part of this but there was no running away from the events that were about to transpire. He was going to have to embrace and find a way to live with it later.

A small smile twitched his lips at the irony of this. Just moments ago, he had told Sam that he wanted to kill Whispers to spare Lydia. Well, Whispers was here now. Sam had told him he wasn't going to get his way and that Whispers was going to live for a while yet. Had blatantly told Whispers that Rezia had wanted to kill him. He had feared that Whispered would retaliate and kill him later. By stringing Whispers up instead, Sam was making the game safer for him and Lydia. A killer now, he had Ember and Damien on his side. He had felt Damien's sympathy for him after all. He didn't have to worry about an impulsive attack that could immobilize them all. And the other red head didn't seem like much of a threat if they all banded against her. So long Whispers.
he mused.

A small frown touched his lips then. What was wrong with him? He should have felt far more remorse for Whispers than he did. Whispers didn't deserve this.

His gaze settled on Ember when Sam gave her the blade and instructed her to gut Whispers slowly. A queasy sensation registered in the back of his mind and he glanced away, not wanting to see how Ember tortured Whispers. His gaze returned however when Sam began to detail the procedure. It made him sick. At least he still detested the idea of torture. Could he really call that a saving grace? He was horrible. It should be him strapped down. Not Whispers. Whispers at least had spirit.

Then Whispers gave a speech. He hadn't expected that. Even when he was about to go out, he had mustered enough rebellion to die on his own terms and even warn Ember not to follow in his mistakes. It was honorable. Noble. Whisper forced Ember's hand and the blade by consequence, deeper into his body. The blood that oozed from the wound absorbed Rezia's attention. There was so much blood. It was... it was pouring like rain. Even when his sister healed someone there was never this much blood.

"If he dies you can be damn well sure you will pay for it," Rezia vaguely registered Sam saying. Maybe this fog wasn't such a good thing after all. He was so detached from everything and he was getting distracted.

"Rezia! Please. You have to help-" Ember was begging. He blinked and watched her struggle with a dying Whispers. Help? How was he going to help? That gushing wound was far too deep to stop. Only Lydia could stop that and in her state, she'd die before she closed the wound. There was no way to heal that with Whispers so close to death as it was. And just like that, Whispers's light was gone. The silence was deafening. Rezia moved forward slowly and knelt down beside a shocked Ember and Whisper's still body. He closed Whispers eyes and sighed. He wondered what consequence Sam would dish out now. Would they have to kill Damien? That seemed to be the trend.

"He's gone," he confirmed. Might as well get this over with.


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For a while the silence settles on the room like a blanket. Ember knelt frozen in shock staring listlessly at the blank faced Whispers. Dimly she registers that Rezia has knelt beside her. He closes the rebels eyes for the last time and the movement draws her out of her stunned pause. She shudders as she looks down at herself. Her clothes are covered in blood, but her red hands scare her the most. Fitting really that she should have the blood of the man she has just unintentionally killed on her hands.

"How dare you!" The words are spat out through clenched teeth and filled with hatred.

Like a deer in headlights Ember freezes, not daring to turn around, though her irises blanch to white. A few seconds later sharp pain explodes from the back of her head as Sam grabs a fist full of her hair and drags her back. She lets out a cry of pain and fear, grasping behind herself instinctively to reach at his hands. Abruptly he drops his hold on her and she falls back on her elbows at the released tension. Sam steps into her view and his whole frame is trembling with contained rage. She shrinks away from him, but the movement breaks his momentary control and his hand strikes forward with tremendous speed crashing into her head. With a crack sharp pain spreads from her temple. Flashes of light goes across her vision before her view rushes back with painful clarity as she lets out a gasp.

"I didn't mean-" she tries to breath out a sentence but Sam shoves a grey garment at her. Her eyes widen with realisation, her face losing its colour.

"Get changed."

Without warning his hand snakes out and grabs her wrist with bruising strength. The force with which he drags her forward causes her head to snap back before she starts to stumble forward in a half-hearted attempt to follow. He stops before a door to the back of the room, wrenching it open and shoving her hard into the cupboard-like space within. She feels her head ricochet off the back wall.

"Sam-" she starts before he cuts her off.

"20 seconds."

Then the door is slammed shut. In the pitch black with her heart pounding against her ribcage her bloodied hands scrabble madly against the back of her black clothing. It seems like forever before the catch releases allowing her to pull herself free from it. Shaking uncontrollably now she manages to pull on the thin grey shift dress. She knows what it means. Now Sam will butcher her as he sees fit. She shivers acutely aware of her exposed back, allowing him easy access to his 'canvas' as he likes to put it. Outside she can hear Sam lecturing Rezia and asking whether her earlier demonstration of slicing up Whispers would allow him to do a good enough job on her. Unconsciously she backs herself up as far as she can into the corner feeling like she might pass out from the strength of her terror. Fervently she wishes her mind would collapse on itself giving her the bliss of darkness, but it stubbornly refuses her pleas.

Light abruptly pours back into the space again as Sam throws open the door. Her face bloodless she pads out barefoot with her eyes fixed on the floor. She crosses her thin bare arms protectively across her chest feeling incredibly vulnerable. She tries to swallow past the large lump growing in her throat. Her last stores of strength seem to have been sapped by Sam's plans for her and she's left standing looking much smaller and more fragile than she had appeared before.

"Turn around."

Ember hesitates, looking up at Sam for a second, pleading with her eyes for any mercy. Sam's countenance visibly hardens and without a word she obeys. As soon as she does so Sam grabs her hair and dumps it over her shoulder revealing the numerous scars scattered all over her thin frame. Barely any of her flesh remains unscathed from the various criss-crossed patterned whip marks and ugly red burns. However all of the smaller white scars pale in comparison to the long puckered mass reaching from shoulder to hip. Sam takes up a knife off one of the table and places the cold metal between her shoulder blades.

"I've left you a nice pattern you can simply trace and carve out to start with." He muses and starts to dig the point into one of the thin white whip marks.

Embers clenches her teeth hard and her hands form into fists before she forces herself to take a deep shuddering breath in to release the tension, to minimise the pain. Without warning Sam drives the knife in hard and drags it down sharply. She lets out a shriek of pain her hand clamping over her mouth to try and contain it her whole body going rigid. Unbidden the tears have risen to her eyes. Keep one hand clamped over to her mouth she brushes them away, Whispers blood staining her cheeks.

"You're pathetic Ember." Sam snaps. "You've just butchered a man far worse than that and you can't even manage to keep your mouth shut."

He grabs both her shoulders, twists her around and shoves her straight into Rezia before holding out the knife hilt first to him.

"You show her what real pain feels like."

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Rezia looked up from Whispers's limp body when he heard Ember cry out in pain. Sam was dragging her back by the hair. The way the man trembled, narrowed eyes and flaring nostrils, it was easy to tell that he was down right livid. This wasn't going to end well for Embers. And since he was down here still, he was sure that the cause of her demise would be delivered by none other than himself. The fog of apathy still rested on his shoulders but there was still a small part of himself beneath it all, dreading what was to come but he couldn't quite pin-point the feeling. It was fleeting.

Rezia got to his feet and watched Sam throw Ember into the tiny cupboard before turning to him asking if he could slice into Ember from the meager lesson he'd witnessed. All you had to do was press the blade against soft skin and drag it down. He knew enough about that. He'd tried to kill himself many times before with the sharp end of objects until Lydia refused to stop healing him when he did it. There was no point then. She wouldn't let him die and he didn't want to see his marks on her wrists and arms. Rezia pulled himself from his reverie when Ember was pulled out of the cupboard once more and presented to him.

"I've left you a nice pattern you can simply trace and carve out to start with." Sam was saying as he pressed the tip of the dagger against Ember's scarred skin. There really wasn't any skin left without a mark. It reminded him briefly of Lydia and how she looked after she'd been forced to heal several people in one sitting. Sam was saying something else to Ember but he really wasn't paying attention to it. Without thinking he reached out to touch the long scar that ran from shoulder blade to hip. It was quite the injury and scar. Rezia pulled away only when Same offered the knife to him, hilt first.

"You show her what real pain feels like."

Rezia accepted the dagger and looked up briefly, eyes settling on the man's lips to avoid direct eye contact as he usually did to ensure his power didn't trigger. Speaking of power, how had he ripped Katherine's mind? It would be so easy to do it with Sam if he knew exactly how he'd done it. Sam was right there, facing him. He was angry, but that anger was focused on Ember currently. Sam was looking down at her, but there were occasions where he looked directly at him. His gaze-lock would be faster than any of Sam's physical actions. Hell, if he could just lock their gazes, Ember would have the moment to drive the knife into Sam since Sam wouldn't be able to move or be aware of how Ember was moving. If it failed, Sam could kill him but he didn't really fear that. He could go after Lydia, but if he did that, he wouldn't have anything to lord over him. Rezia wouldn't care anymore and he would attack without abandon. Choices, choices. Oh how did he do it to Katherine? It had all happened so fast.

No. Not yet. If he failed, Rezia wouldn't get another chance. If he waited, Sam may eventually drop his guard just a little around him, giving Rezia a better chance to follow through with his plans. And considering he didn't know how he'd managed to destroy Katherine's mind, he'd have to rely on Ember to finish Sam off and considering her whimpering form in front of him, he doubted she'd have the strength or inclination to do it and he'd be back to square one. He'd wait until Sam managed to help him figure out his new found power.

So with that in mind, he pressed the knife against Ember's flesh just enough to make it bleed before he drew it across one of the many scars that crisscrossed there. It really was a good thing his emotions were lost to him. He didn't flinch as Ember cried out against her hands or paid any attention to the quivering form in front of him as he repeated his action against another scar and another until her white skin was stained with blood as it seeped free of the freshly opened wounds. The movement of the blade was almost hypnotic, the give of the skin as the knife entered. It reminded him of the high he'd felt when he'd cut himself, the release of tension, the numbness. His other hand twitched at the thought, almost wanting him to turn the blade on himself.

Rezia pulled his hand and the knife away and just watched the blood. He'd opened up quite a few of the old scars. How much more did Sam want? He didn't want him to kill Ember yet, did he? He hadn't told him to kill Ember, just show her pain. Considering her shaking and crying, he'd consider that mission accomplished. "Keep going?" he asked then.

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The faint, curious touch of a hand on her twisted, damaged shoulder felt alien and intrusive. No one touched her unless they planned on causing harm…this apparently followed the same pattern as Sam passed on his knife and intentions to Rezia. The momentary contact was removed and instead replaced with the cold, unfeeling touch of the blade. It bit in shallowly and branded a familiar line of pain into her back. Ember kept her hand clamped firmly over her mouth, determined to attempt to remain silent. There was no reprieve between incisions, instead of more and more of her old scars were re-opened allowing the cold air to bite into the stinging wounds. She tried to remind herself that Sam had been far worse; unpredictable and deep savage cuts, yet in the moment it was hard to remain rational and every now and then she couldn't help but cry out through clenched teeth.

Dimly she noticed Sam move into her line of view, casually leaning against the wall, his arms folded lazily across chest as he watched with an inscrutable expression. She fixed her gaze squarely on the floor after that. The numerous cuts began to ache with growing intensity as more scars were reopened and less of her already marred skin remained intact. The floor swam a little as the loss of blood began to increase along with the mounting pain. Finally a pause. She didn't dare move; not wanting to ruin the momentary interval.

"Keep going?"

The thought of an affirmative answer made Ember's knees go weak and she had to stumble forward to keep herself upright. Immediately Sam was in front of her holding her upper arms tightly to keep her upright. Wearily she let her head fall forward, entirely spent.

"If I'd know how easy it would be to get you to follow orders without breaking down, I'd have had you destroy her years ago. Do you know how long it took me to get her to follow simple instructions without losing her nerve?"

Sam had an expression of calm satisfaction, before a slight frown wiped it away.

"Though I must say your efficiency is truly lacking. I am sure you are entirely aware that incisions to the bone would be a far more accurate way of obeying my orders. Your sister would have an acute understanding of that after her little visit with Ember earlier. No matter. Your small mercy won't help for much longer.

Ember. Due to your continual inability to fulfil what I ask, I will be forced to punish you accordingly. And this time I will be unable to show the mercy I gave you last time."


Uncertain confusion swept over Ember's features at his words. She remembered no mercy from last time. He'd even admitted he had gone further than intended after she'd spent weeks recovering in the infirmary when he had nearly killed her.

A cruel smile lifted the corners of Sam's mouth at her evident bewilderment. With that he bent forward over Ember, inclining his head towards her as he whispered in her ear.

"I'm going to get Damion.

The words fell like lead in Embers ears. A sharp ringing followed soon after and her legs collapsed underneath her. Sam let her fall from his grasp. All the slits in her back tore open further from the movement, her skin feeling like it was on fire.

"No." The word was almost an inaudible groan, before it was repeated again and again, louder and with more urgency.

"Sam please!"

All her previous reasoning started to scream at her to stop begging. To stop giving Sam what he wanted, even as the gleeful malice lit up his eyes. Pleading was futile. She knew this. She'd seen it so many times; even inwardly mocked her victims for not accepting fate quietly, but now her despair was all encompassing and wisdom and caution were thrown to the wind. Her pleas for any kind of mercy fell from her mouth in a desperate frenzy.

"I will do absolutely anything. Please. Don't do this. Do anything you like with me, please don't touch him…"

He listened for a while. His expression unreadable except for the evident pleasure in his eyes. Then he turned and started to leave, and in a last attempt to change his mind she lunged forward and grabbed onto his hand, cowering at his feet.

"He's the only thing I have left. Please. I can't lose him. I can't-" She couldn't speak anymore, instead finding herself hyperventilating as she sobbed.

Sam tried shaking her off, but she dug in her nails, refusing to release her hold. He was forced to grab her wrist with his other hand to tear himself free.

"For goodness sake Rezia restrain her." he snarled as she weakly attempted to follow him. As soon as he left the room he heard her let out an ear piercing scream. He shook his head in faint amusement. He really should have done this a long time ago.


He sent a group of guards ahead of him to immobilise Damion and Lydia before he entered.

"Whispers is dead. Ember decided to kill him against my wishes. As such I think both of you need to come with me. Lydia, doubtlessly your brother deserved a reward after all the work Ember's forced him to do. And Damion…surely you know what the punishment was if either you or Ember rebelled."

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"If I'd know how easy it would be to get you to follow orders without breaking down, I'd have had you destroy her years ago. Do you know how long it took me to get her to follow simple instructions without losing her nerve?"

Rezia just looked over at Sam, his eyes resting on the man's chest to avoid his gaze. He found Sam's words strange. The man had raised him and Lydia. How did he not know? He and his sister always followed orders. They never raised a fuss. And even if that wasn't the case, Sam should know about the numbness Rezia felt most often after draining the pain from another. This was nothing new. Had he been himself, Rezia would have broke down, just in private. As it was, his own emotions were not at the fore of his mind. Just the darkness, the pain, the anger Ember had given him. She was the cold blooded killer after all. He was just emulating her. Sometimes he wondered just how much Sam knew about what went on in their minds, the limits of their power.

Rezia thought that all of this was finally over and he could go back to his room at this point but with Sam, it was never over.
He was threatening Ember and the woman broke down into hysterics. Damion. Sam was going to have him kill Damion, wasn't he? Had he finally grown bored of them all that he was killing them off one by one at last? A part of him wanted to give a sigh of relief. With them dead, the pain and decisions would bleed away. Still, there was a part of him beneath the haze that still wanted to somehow find a better life for Lydia. She at least deserved to die far away from here, in the nice grass and flower meadow or something. Something peaceful, beautiful.

Sam's word of restraining Ember brought him back to reality and he moved forward to pull the distraught woman away from Sam and pinned her again his chest, arms at her side. It was difficult holding on to her, with all of her flailing but he managed to keep her off of Sam until the man had vanished to collection Damion. Rezia's mind was racing through options. They had to somehow kill Sam. He was well aware that if they killed Sam, they would probably all end up dying anyway but in his estimation, killing Sam ensured a quick death, or at least a choice of their own deaths.

Ember was going to be no use in her current state. Rezia hated to lose the empty fog, but if he bled away some of her fear,
she would be able to think straight. Hopefully. So, he forcefully turned Ember's gaze towards him and locked their eyes. He let out a slow breath as he began to draw out her fear and despair. It was hard to cut off the flow but eventually he managed to blink and turn away, immediately gaining a migraine for his trouble. His body shook as the fear enveloped him. He started to hyperventilate a little and he let Ember go. He raised a hand to his head and swallowed hard. He hadn't missed this headache. He wiped his nose as more blood began to leak.

"Ember, I n-need you to focus. When Sam comes back in here, we might have a fighting chance. Sam will look at me at some point. When he looks at me, I'll connect to his mind. When I do that, he'll be immobilized. I will try to do what I did to Katherine to him but I may fail. I don't know how exactly I did it. If you are seeing me wither away, that is your chance to take this knife and slit his throat," he explained and displayed the knife Sam hadn't taken back. Rezia had never been connected to a person who was dying and that scared him. He most likely would feel the pain of their death as his own but he would accept that if they could finally be rid of Sam and his horror. "You can't freeze up, do you understand me? We won't get another chance like this. Damion will be tortured if you don't."

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Arms closed around her pulling her back from Sam. She refused to give up, instead straining against Rezia even as she felt him draw her tightly against his chest. Her torn back smashed into his body, and the effort to try and free her pinned back arms tore open the wounds. She hated Rezia in that moment. She attempted to twist around not entirely conscious of whether she wanted to drag the life out of him or merely hurt him enough to force him to release her but the searing pain on her back prevented her from completing the action. The door slammed shut, locking into place. There was no point now. She let out a scream filled with all her pain, fear and despair.

Then the room went silent and Rezia released her. She tottered forward a few paces before her fatigue and grief dragged her onto the floor. She tried to draw her knees to her chest in a foetal position yet the movement only aggravated her back so she lay as she had collapsed staring at the wall. Hands grabbed her faced and started to turn her head. She hit him then, slamming her small fist hard into his chest as she attempted to struggle weakly against his hands, but it wasn't enough to prevent Rezia from locking gaze with her. All at once her fear began to drain away and when there was nothing left her head was released and Rezia looked away. Blood was streaming from his nose again and his complexion was ashen, his face twisted in pain. His frame shook and he looked terrified. Her terror.

Carefully Ember forced herself to sit up, facing Rezia. Despite the lack of fear, the anticipation of future events still kept her on edge. Now there was just anger and grief.

"Why did you do that?" Her question came out stilted and distracted, as a secondary concern.

The explanation that came soon drew all of her attention. Her brow furrowed with concentration, though her expression gave nothing away. Then Rezia displayed the knife, still stained with her blood. Instantly her expression changed to a scowl. He threatened her then. As if she didn't know the cost of failure.

"How the hell do you think Sam will react when he sees a knife in my hand? Where am I supposed to hide it?" She gestured down to the grey shift dress. "I have no hope Rezia. The only desirable outcome of that is he might be angry enough to kill me quickly…but Sam doesn't make mistakes like that."

She stared at the floor, then slowly her hand curled into a fist. Her head jerked up, her gaze accusatory.

"Why would you do this? Why risk Sam's wrath upon yourself and Lydia when at the moment it is directed elsewhere?"




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Sam watched Damion's heroics with the appearance of half-hearted interest. A desperate and foolish action, that's all it was. There were still enough guards to come in and detain the man if he needed it, but they held back unsure of this new threat. Or attempted one Sam thought mildly. He wasn't quite following the killers line of thought. He enjoyed have Lydia and Rezia for his use of course, but they were entirely disposable.

"Go ahead Damion. Melt her face away, see if I care." His tone was flippant followed by a gestured flick of the wrist. "Don't be a fool. I don't need her or Rezia. Sure they are useful for now, but I'm hardly putting my life in your poisoned hands to save them. Beside you won't save Ember." At this he gave Damion a sadistic smile. "If anything happens to me I have men down there that would be more than happy to finish the job off for me."

He paused and let the words sink in for a moment.

"Really you have two options. Follow through with your pathetic threat. Kill Lydia, I'll have my men take you down before you get to me, you'll never see Ember again and I'll have her flesh stripped from her until she's begging for me to kill her. Or you can release Lydia and both of you can follow me and face the consequences of what your little witch, Ember did. What will it be Damion?"

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Rezia sighed and reached up to where Ember had slugged him. He understood why she did it and didn't begrudge her for it. His plan for attacking Sam was starting to scare him. Maybe he really shouldn't have taken Ember's fear. It was the absence of that emotion that had kept him thinking coolly. And now here they were, he close to panic and Ember not agreeing to his plans. If she didn't agree and follow through, there would be nothing he could do. And if Sam asked him to kill Damion or hurt him, he was going to panic again. He didn't have the numbness now to help him keep his own emotions at bay. What if... What if he did to Damion what he did to Katherine? He paled at the thought and for a moment he rested his head on his knees and hugged himself, the fear racing through his veins.

Stop.

He needed to stop entertaining the thoughts.

He took several deep breaths and just focused on his breathing a second to try and get the stolen fear under control by just not thinking about the endless 'what ifs'. He couldn't think about it, wouldn't think about it. He could bring back that calmness, the coolness. Be a reflection. They had to do this or there would be nothing left. There probably wouldn't be anything left after this anyway. He was sure there were guards everywhere still. If Sam died, no doubt they'd be shot but at least it was a quick death. A death they picked after finally ridding the world of Sam. No doubt there would be others but at least they could bring the man with them into the afterlife. Sam had dragged them through this hell, this torturous existing for his own games, well, they could drag him down in death.

Ember was asking him a question. Why he'd pulled away her fear. He looked up then. "I did it because you won't be able to help yourself or Damion if you are overrun by your white-minded fear," he answered. "You were just begging Sam. You were making it worse for yourself. And if you are calmer, I am hoping the plan will work. And who said you'd be holding the knife? He gave me the knife. I'll be holding the knife. When my gaze locks with his, the two of us will be linked and he won't see what is happening. I can trap him in our minds momentarily. At that point, you can grab the knife from me and thrust it into the bastard's chest," he answered.

Rezia got back to his feet and looked away from Ember and towards the door. How much longer did they have before Sam returned? They didn't have time to debate things. If she wouldn't thrust the knife in, then he was going to have destroy Sam's mind. If only he could remember how he did it. It had all been a blur. All of the emotions racing around and through him,
wanting it all to stop. He closed his eyes trying to remember the exact moment of the pull, how he'd done it.

"Why would you do this? Why risk Sam's wrath upon yourself and Lydia when at the moment it is directed elsewhere?" Ember asked then, breaking his concentration. Why was he risking this? All of this? He would have assumed it was obvious. Maybe that was the side effect of just knowing how everyone felt around him. He just figured people knew and understood to.

"What exactly am I risking?" he asked then. It sounded cold, but really, it was the truth. He'd never been one to sugar coat things. "Lydia is dying. I can feel her turning in on her self. She is broken. I can't watch her break even more. I've broken. I am not who I used to be and I never will be, especially after today. I already know that and the darkness, the joy I felt when I broke Katherine's mind. Maybe part of me is running away from facing that darkness, but my reason is Lydia's sake and it always has been. What do you think will happen after we torture or kill Damion? Sam will probably have me kill you to. And then what? Sam is sick enough that he may just force Lydia and me to kill each other which means that I'll end up having to kill my own sister or watch Sam flay her alive. I am well aware that if we fail, I would have damned my sister to torture anyway.

"But I am also very much aware that if we kill Sam, we could die quickly. Or, find a way out of here. If we worked together and the guards are stupid enough to come in after us, we could kill them and get out. So really, the options becomes quick death and maybe freedom, or all of us being tortured and killed now. I'd rather take my chance now instead of keep waiting and hoping Sam will reward us for our obedience and then have him turn me against my sister and kill us anyway. The way I see it we are damned if we do and damned if we don't. At least if we kill Sam we'll have a semblance of choice and be free, literally or in death. So are you going to help me or not? We are running out of time."

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"I did it because you won't be able to help yourself or Damion if you are overrun by your white-minded fear, you were just begging Sam. You were making it worse for yourself… "

"I'd like to see you remain calm if he decided to take Lydia instead." She muttered bitterly, but the reality of Damion's fate took the sting out of her comment, instead fading her anger once again to grief.

She listened as he explained the pragmatics of the knife before he stood glancing fearfully at the door. Ember's stomach sank like a stone as without her will her eyes too were drawn to the door. She was thankful for his answer to her question then, as a worthwhile distraction.

As he spoke she stared listlessly past him as though she wasn't really attending. In reality she was listening very carefully, and weighing up his words. He stopped and she made no indication that she had heard him finish, instead remaining still, with her head tilted to one side.

He spoke the truth. Hadn't she herself been thinking pretty much the same thing previously? However she hadn't had the courage to act because of her fear. She didn't have that now, but Rezia could not completely dissolve the instinct to lay low when Sam's wrath was attuned elsewhere or to simply grit your teeth and bear it; the instinct that Sam had beaten into her everyday over the years. This time she'd really messed up the plan though. She had assumed she could ride Sam's anger out by letting him manipulate her to hurt the real object of his wrath: Whispers. And now the fool was dead and she and Damion were the new targets…Protect yourself, Ember. If she'd had the chance to process those words at the time, they would have angered her. The truth was that she couldn't protect herself. Sam had made sure of that, she had no ability to take any responsibility for her own welfare….but now.

Now she might have a chance.

She left her response too long. It had stopped looking like she would ever bother answering, but now her anger was growing. She would not stand here while Sam tortured Damion. She would protect herself, and she would shield Damion as well. I won't let your death go to waste, I will protect myself. she swore silently to Whispers. Her eyes burned a deep, fiery red and still staring past Rezia, her hands curling into fists she let out a low growl.

"I'm going to kill him."

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"I'd like to see you remain calm if he decided to take Lydia instead," Ember was saying after he laid out his plan. He wondered about the statement. Would he be calm? He had Ember's fear in his veins but there was still a sense of calm there reaching for the surface. He'd seen Lydia bruised and beaten and scarred and discarded like a broken doll. He'd had to watch idle while Sam made her heal others over again and watched as her skin ripped open with a new wound, the pain in her eyes even when she smiled. He'd seen how in his horror, she would heal him when he tried to kill himself. She'd leave him without a single scar while she harbored it all. He could see how broken her mind was after years of abuse. And through it all, he'd been forced to remain calm.

And he'd done it. He only let his grief show when Sam let him return to his room and he'd scream his frustration or turn cold, headphones over his ears to block it all.

If Sam wished to kill Lydia, he'd still go through with the plan. It was their only shot, their only hope and really, whatever outcome happened now, it was better than dragging out their suffering. Maybe in the end this was another suicide attempt he hoped would finally end him. He didn't really want to believe that this is what it was. He had to believe that this was their only way out of Sam's grasp. This was their final stand to either escape through death or freedom. Katherine and Whispers and made their choices. He was terribly sad they out of all of them hadn't made it. Their fire had burned the brightest but in the end the fire had been too hot and it burned them.

Rezia rested his gaze on the door, the dagger heavy in his hand even as Ember agreed to kill Sam. The smallest smile touched the youth's lips. His own excitement and fear sang in his blood. Yes, this was right. This really was their chance. Sam didn't usually leave his pets armed and he'd made the mistake of letting Rezia keep the knife in hand, assumed for once that the most obedient would continue to obey without a fight. Had assumed that learned helplessness would win against against the desire. It may have worked before but the game had gone on too long and the beaten dog had nothing left to loose.

"Perfect."

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And Damion gave up just as Sam had expected. What other choice did he have? He pushed Lydia away, and the girl just let her weight drag her onto the floor. She made some sort of half-hearted attempt to get to her feet before giving up.

"Fine. Do your worst Sam. I'm not afraid of you"

Sam nodded with a satisfied look at that, waving over the guards to pull another shirt over the guys head. They began to drag Damion past Sam into the elevator. When Damion was safely restrained, Sam pressed the button to send him down. Before the doors had finished closing and without turning around, he finally replied to Damion's earlier words.

"I'll do that for you Damion. You and Ember."

There was the typical metallic click as the elevator doors slid into place and Sam walked over to Lydia to pick her up, carefully scooping her up off the floor with little effort. She was no threat to him in her current state. And truly not much of one when she was well. As he stood waiting for the elevator to return he decided to fill her in on Rezia's current status.

"Your brother is doing well you know." His tone was casual, as though he was merely discussing the weather with the limp form in his arms. "He's much better at concealing his own emotions than Ember. I almost wonder if he has the capacity to go much further than her. Another hand at the facility with his abilities to read peoples true emotions could be quite an asset, don't you think? Perhaps when this is all over I might offer him a job of sorts. Obviously this is entirely reliant on his performance from here on out, but I have the suspicion he might be quite capable to be moulded into what I require. You wouldn't get in the way of that would you Lydia?"

His words had become smooth, but then tapered into a hard edge.

"You just remain as compliant as the past and you and Rezia might just survive this yet."


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The corners of Rezia's mouth twitched slightly into a barely discernible smile.

"Perfect."

Ember wasn't so sure about that. But she let his statement remain unchallenged.

She needed to get up. For a bit she ignored the thought. That was the last thing she wanted to do. Nevertheless the longer she left it, the more likely Sam would burst in and drag her up himself. Or worse she would end up still seated when Rezia did whatever strange mental link with Sam he was capable of. That decided it.

With a hiss at the sudden, deep protestation from her back she managed to crawl to her feet. Sharp pinpricks of light stabbed into her pounding head at the change of position. She forced her eyes shut, praying the dizzy aura would disappear before she passed out. For once her wish was granted and she was left conscious. Her head pounded from where Sam had struck her earlier, and she reached her hand up to her temple wincing as she felt the swelling and new bruising.

I'll kill him for it. she reminded herself darkly. But the anger had dissipated and now there was only a profound weariness.

The sound of pounding feet echoed from beyond the door. Ember's frame stiffened in preparation before the door was thrown open and Damion was dragged in by a number of guards. His hands had been forced behind his back but he appeared relatively unharmed. Without a second thought Ember stumbled towards him, her thin arms wrapping around his torso, her head buried in his chest.

Then blissful silence. For one silent minute she was left in peace. No guards made a move to touch her. Their job was to see Damion restrained, nothing more. She could feel his heart racing in his ribcage and there had never been any time when she had been more certain than anything in her life. I will try kill him..

"One way or another this will end today." She murmured quietly to him, keeping her eyes firmly shut and trying to hold onto the moment for as long as she could.

The door slammed open again and Sam entered still carrying Lydia. He walked over to Rezia, looking straight past him, standing Lydia partially upright next to him before letting her go forcing Rezia to either carry her weight or let her fall. Then he walked over to Ember and Damion.

He balled his hand into a fist, smiling ruthlessly at Damion before sending it straight into Embers exposed back. She let out a scream of pain and shock, crumpling at his touch and landing in a heap at Damion's feet. The guards tightened their grip on Damion's shoulders as she fell.

Sam wiped the fresh blood off his knuckles on Damion's shirt.

"Before you get too upset at my cruelty, I suggest you look at the handiwork of your witch."

Sam pointed at Whispers remains, the bloody knife hilt protruding from his still form. He then bent down to grab Ember's already bruised wrist to yank her to her feet, showing the girls bloodied hand to Damion.

"I think it is only fair that she pay for her error."

"I didn't-"

Sam ruthlessly cut her off, his hand clamping over her mouth.

"A life for a life Damion. I'm going to have her killed, and I'm letting you have the honours."

Sam smiled thinly while Ember froze, her eyes locking with Damion's in shock.

"I know you won't do it of your own volition, but I can and will be very persuasive. I'll start my methods on you, and if you continue to be stubborn, I'll switch to her. Once she starts begging you for death, perhaps you'll give it to her. In the end it doesn't matter how strong you both are, all I really have to do is to have your hand forced around her neck and wait for the poison to do its job."

Ember had gone rigid. With all her fear safely dragged out of her by Rezia all that was left was roiling, deep anger. New fear was forming at Sam's sick words, but it was nothing compared to the rage he had invoked. She had no illusion, this plan of Sam's was intended to kill them both. She would die physically but Damion would be forced to endure a living death. Her fury turned her eyes a deep, red auburn.

Sam glanced down at her, anticipating the terror he always invoked. Instantly his face became a hard mask. This was not the Ember he had left. He released her before slapping her hard across the face to ensure she would not remain standing.

"Rezia." His voice was a deep growl of displeasure. "What have you done?"

He turned to stare the silver haired youth down.

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Rezia looked up when the two guards dragged Damion to stand in this little basement area. He saw Sam enter then with his sister. Some of the fear he had taken from Ember roared to the surface and he trembled though he swallowed hard and tried to keep the fear at bay. No. He couldn't be afraid. He was. But he couldn't let it over take him, his fear or Ember's. He had a task to complete and fear was an immobilizer. He bit his tongue hard to focus on the pain instead of the rolling in his body. And Sam wasn't looking at him yet so he thought it safe to let his gaze rest on his sister's broken form.

Rezia reached out when Sam let go of Lydia and caught her in his arms. He pressed her fragile form into his chest and rested his head on top of hers. His grip tightened and he rubbed her arms trying to calm her in some way. He could feel the dark emotions that settled on her. Hold on, baby sister. Things will change. Hopefully for the better, he mused to himself and swallowed hard, the metallic taste of his blood burning his throat. Focus! Focus. Sam was moving. He couldn't keep his gaze down, least his miss his chance.

Vaguely, Rezia was aware that Sam was talking to Ember and Damion, that he had just proclaimed some sort of death sentence.
His hands tightened into fists as he held his sister. The two guards there made him nervous. He was going to be very vulnerable when his eyes locked with Sam. What if the guards got to him before Ember or Damion got to Sam, or himself for that matter, to stop the guards? What if he died and caused Lydia's death with his plan and Sam ended up just fine after all of this was done? He took a breath to quell the fear. He couldn't think about the what-ifs anymore. There was no time. Rezia brought his gaze back to Sam just as the man in question turned away from Damion and Ember and stalked towards him.

Rezia's breath hitched in his throat and he straightened, his eyes widening as the fear laced through him like a current of electricity, threatening to immobilize him or knock him to his knees. He never had Sam's full anger and attention on him before. But in Sam's anger, the man forgot the one rule when it came to dealing with Rezia; don't look into his eyes. The trap had been set and it was so... easy. Rezia's lips turned into a grin, a hint of triumph and maybe even a dark satisfaction flit across his features, taking the fear with it, as he locked Sam in his healing trance. I got you. Rezia mused as soon as he felt Sam's body freeze in his snare. Sam and Rezia both seemed to forget their bodies as their arms went limp. With Rezia in Sam's mind, his arms loosened and dropped to his sides, releasing Lydia from his supportive grip.

Surprise. And Anger. It hit like a freight train. Rezia's gasped as his power and body fell into the natural rhythm of pulling the negatives from the link. As always, he started with the surface emotions but even Sam's present emotions were overwhelming. Sam had so much anger and hatred towards him. Towards all of them. Rezia thought he'd drown in the flow. It was hard to breath under the weight of it. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to hold Sam for long. His eyes began to fade to silver more and more as the connection lasted. The emotions were crushing him, enveloping him, invading him, until all Rezia could feel was that same anger and hatred from every fiber of his being.

The physical taxation might not have been noticeable at first but now blood was trickling from Rezia's nose, his body shaking under the strain. Pain raked his body from every nerve ending but still he didn't look away; wasn't aware of what his body was feeling. It felt like eons but it was really only a matter of seconds. Hell, Ember and Damion might not have even noticed what was happening as the two stared at each other. When Rezia's eyes finally faded to white, all the rage and hatred was pulled away from the tormentor but Rezia wasn't done yet. Rezia had never used the full extent of his power and from the shock of all the emotions, Rezia's power latched onto Sam as it too sought equilibrium. Just as all the emotions had triggered the new skill with Delirium, so too did this onslaught trigger it. Rezia began to laugh in his new found exhilaration just as he had when he'd done it to Katherine. It started as a barely audible sound before it grew louder as Rezia began to slam some of that anger back into Sam's mind and drew the positives into himself. Rezia didn't do it gently. This time, he was in far more control of his power, aware of exactly what he was doing as he began to shred the bastard's sanity. Rezia own pent up anger and hatred for Sam mingled with the overflowing emotions Sam had supplied and Rezia wasn't going to stop, no matter the cost to his physical body. It was time for revenge.

You reap what you sow, Sam. I want you to feel it as I shred your mind. Do you like my new power? You will pay for everything you've put Lydia through. What you made me do to Katherine, what we all had to do for your sick amusement! Whose the obedient one now, begging for mercy? he growled in the man's mind.

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Damion stood in the elevator awaiting what he assumed to be the end. He was uncomfortably aware of the guards behind him, his hands restrained, their weapons not far from reach. There was nothing he wanted more than to free himself, reduce Sam, and the guards, and everyone that contributed to this nightmare into an unrecognizable puddle on the floor. But one move and he was dead. Ember would be dead. So he turned his head towards the ceiling looking at nothing in particular. Waiting. Just waiting. It felt like an eternity.

When they finally arrived the guards forcibly brought the man out into the open. he could've killed them. Keeping his hands tied met nothing, not when his saliva and his blood was just as deadly as his flesh. But no nothing would work. Nothing ever worked.

Damion was brought back as Ember ran towards him, grabbed him tight . She was there right in front of him, and for once in his life he wanted to pull her closer, hold her tighter, but his hands were bound, his skin fire, his blood death. But he didn't care. he let his head rest on Ember's shoulder, adn this. This was what thy could have in another life, a different world. One where he could touch her, hold her, and keep her safe. No words could escape his lips, so perfect was the moment.

"One way or another this will end today."

What did she mean? For a moment hope flashed within him. did Ember have a plan? Was she going to fight, or was she simply content to die here, together. Damion supposed with a smile that it didn't matter either way they would be together, and that would make him happy.

It was when Sam spoke the color had drained from his face. What had happened to Whispers? Sam couldn't have been telling th truth could he? With apprehension the man looked up and came face to face with what was left of the poor man. Carved up with a knife it had to be ember. Sam forced her to kill him. Damion promised himself that if by some miracle Sam got the justice he deserved and Damion was lucky enough to give him a painful exit it would be just as much for the redheads as it was for himself and the others.

But even that sight paled in comparison to what Sam said next. Sam struck her sending her reeling to the ground and fury filled his vision, he nearly lunged forward were i not for the stranglehold on his shoulders.

"A life for a life Damion. I'm going to have her killed, and I'm letting you have the honours."

Sam wanted him to...... kill Ember? No. No. He couldn't. He wouldn't. his pale skin grew whiter in color, all hope drained from his eyes. He struggled in the guards grip like a trapped animal desperate to be free. Desperate to put distance between himself and his only love. In seconds hundreds of nightmares clawed their way into the forefront of his mind. He had this dream before. It started with his Ember. His beautiful, shinning light, the only thing he knew to be unequivocally good in the world. She was there in his arms and their was silence, and smiling, and peace, and happiness, and all the things deep down he knew he couldn't have. Some nights he swore they were in a furnished apartment somewhere far far away, and he could even hear the distant barking of a small dog he knew just had to be theirs. And they were happy. But then just as the moment seemed it would last forever, their came forward a piercing, dream shattering shriek, and in his hands lay slowly dissolving his Ember. Flesh melting, sinew eaten away. Those were just nightmares but this was real. A shock wave ran thre him and before he realized he let out a scream, of pain, of fear, and of uncertainty.

He didn't do it. Not on purpose, but it happened. He oozed a vile, sickly green substance starting at his shoulders, eating everything away, flesh, binds nothing was spared. Behind him the guards screamed, and Rezia was locking eyes with Sam, he noticed vaguely, but such was the terror of harming Ember he barely even noticed anyone else in the room. Damion went crashing to the floor, shakily falling to his knees. "Ember. No no no no no! I can't hurt her I can't. Please! I'd rather die can't you just take me instead?" His eyes were closed, and turned towards the floor unaware of all that transpired around him.

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Image Lydia listened, unmoving, to the sound of footsteps coming closer. As they grew too near, she turned her head, expecting to see a guard reaching for her. It wasn't. It was Sam. There wasn't enough time to react before he'd picked her up, fear burning a raw brand in her throat. She didn't want to fall, and didn't trust this man enough to not drop her, so she clung, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt as she trembled against his chest. She felt profoundly uncomfortable, but there was nothing she could do. There was no point in struggling. So she remained still, aside from the tremors, and listened to him talking casually to he. Her mouth turned into a pale, thin line. It wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth it to keep living if that would be their lives. She didn't want to be the carrot, the incentive. She didn't want to watch them turn him into a shadow of himself. But she had seen what had happened to those who dissented verbally. So she just murmured a faint, tremulous "okay."

Sam was...surprisingly gentle when he stood her up beside Rezia, and she gratefully fell against him. His arm was warm and familiar, and she pressed her face against his chest. He rested his chin against the top of her head, and she held him tighter, with both gladness at his presence and fear of what was to come. Though she was still in pain--her back, her palms, her knees, her face--she felt heartened. Whatever happened, Rezia was here. He was okay. She could protect him. She swallowed a faint sound of pain as his hands tightened on her back, pulling at the still raw cuts. She badly needed to rest. What little she had contracted of Damion's poison was still lingering in her body, chewing slowly.

When she heard Sam's voice, with significant displeasure, say Rezia's name, she too tensed, stiffened. But then Rezia stiffened further, and his hands slid off her. He'd...? Lydia pulled back, swaying a little on her feet, and looked up at her brother. Then at Sam. What? What? Somehow, she hadn't thought that possible. Sam had always seemed so invincible, so immutable. Her frantic eyes turned to Ember and Damion. Damion seemed to be melting. The guards behind him were literally melting. She blinked. Useless. They didn't know what was happening. She needed to do something. She needed to help Rezia. Already, already blood was dripping from his nose. This was taking a toll on him.

Like a toddler, her step unsteady and her body trembling, threatening to fold, she hurried for the corpse of Whispers lying crumpled by the wall. She didn't see the body, though. All she saw was the knife. Knives were powerful. She wanted that knife. To protect herself. To protect Rezia. So she approached the corpse, bent down carefully, and grabbed the handle sticking out of the dead man's chest. It was still slick and warm with his blood. Stark red against her too-pale, almost bluish skin. She wiped the handle off on the hem of her dress. That was when Rezia started to laugh, making her jump and twist around, fear vibrating from her body. He was...he was doing whatever it had been to Kathrine. He was doing it again, that twisted mirth scrawled across his features. Lydia straightened, but she just stood there, the knife limp in her hand, staring at Rezia, goosebumps raising in waves across her suddenly too-cold body. She swallowed hard. She did not move.

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Sam struck her across the face and Ember fell like a stone. Time warped and became elongated. For hours she was sure she was stuck in the vice like grip of pain; her face and back screaming at her to stay still. Without thought she obeyed their command her sight flickering in and out of focus. Then Damion's cries split her segmented reality in half. The real world rushed back at her and she was aware of two more voices screaming from behind her.
A strangled gasp tore from her throat as she forced herself up to see Damion prostrate on the ground begging, the two guards behind him becoming mangled, peeling flesh before her eyes.

Laughter. A shudder ran through her body. A laughter she'd heard before. Slowly, simultaneously drawn and repelled she turned towards the sound. Rezia, his eyes draining of colour and blood seeping from his nose, stood frozen with the almost unearthly sound leaking out of his mouth. And Sam. Sam was stock still, eyes locked with Rezia's devoid of emotion, though his face still had the hard lines of a rage he had previously had directed at the silver haired youth. Ember was caught in the shock of the picture before her both disbelieving and yet begging that it might be true. A real picture and not just the delusion of a hope she had almost killed bought back to life.

The glint of metal caught her gaze and there was Lydia; the final person in this strange new reality Ember didn't feel part of. A knife was clutched in the girls bloody hand as she stood like a deer in headlights. There was no movement from any of them and the guards behind her had stopped screaming. Something was wrong, this had to be a trap, or some twisted hallucination. Ember was sure her mind had finally snapped under the strain. Nevertheless desperate need drew her up into a standing position. The pain. That was real. The shreds of her back screaming at her. That was reality. Yet she had to ignore it. Stumbling forward Ember wrenched the knife out of the manikin like figure's hands before picking up speed and twisting around to Sam.

Her heart leapt into her mouth. He's going to kill you. You might as well stab yourself and Damion if you're going to do something this foolish. But she had made her decision and mindlessly her momentum carried her forward, her arm swinging back before plunging forward, burying the knife deep into Sam's stomach. An empty howl ripped out of Sam's throat somehow echoing the depth of his supreme rage. Terrified Ember twisted the knife in deeper, thrusting it upward as the blood poured from the gaping wound. The sound cut off to a gurgle. A second later there was complete silence.

Rezia's temporary healing was completely spent. The horror and fear of the past years took over again and immediately Ember yanked out the knife, tumbling back her whole frame shaking, sure that she would be paid back for this tenfold. As soon as the knife was removed, Sam's shell shuddered and collapsed.

Ember backed herself into the corner of the room, holding the knife out in front of her as though for protection. The rims of her eyes were white and her whole body shook violently, the tip of the blade swinging wildly. She waited for Sam's frame to move, to pick itself off the floor and tear her apart.

It remained still.

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Rezia reveled in the feel of ripping apart Sam from his memories, his thoughts, his plans. He felt the fear and anger Sam was feeling, the panic. It only egged Rezia on. He was the one in control now and he liked it. Sam wouldn't be able to stop him, couldn't hurt him. Sam didn't have a whole lot of positive emotions for his power to feed on and the negative was ever present but there was just enough positive to keep him from exhausting himself. That meant he didn't have to break eye contact. He could keep the loop up for as long as he needed and he was having too much fun snapping the man that had been doing this to all of them for years.

But then there was an abrupt end. So locked in Sam's mind, Rezia felt it when the knife slid into Sam's abdomen. Rezia cried out in pain, his own hands rising to his abdomen as if he'd been the one stabbed and even choked when Ember thrust the dagger up. Rezia shut his eyes, shattering the connection as he dropped to his knees panting and gasping as if he'd been drowning. His mind and body were frantic, trying to make sense of the pain and the fact that he wasn't dead from the wound. One hand still pressed against his abdomen, his body shaking violently as the physical strain crashed down on him. Spots of blood dripped to the floor from his nose and he coughed, more blood dripping from his mouth. His head felt like someone was sawing it in half and using a jack hammer on the pieces and his body was alight with fire, all his nerve endings seizing in pain. If that wasn't enough Sam's anger and hatred were still flowing through him like his own. He'd known it was going to happen but even he hadn't realized just how much of it he'd absorb. Slowly at least, the immediate panic of death faded.

Rezia opened his eyes, a light silvery grey but there was no empathy in his gaze. It was cold and hard like the edge of a blade. Sam's frame didn't move, but Rezia did. He wiped the blood from his face but his nose was going to be bloody for a bit. He slowly got to his feet and his jaw clenched through the throbbing and his focus went to Damion who was simpering like a fool. "Shut the fuck up you whimpering little prick. What do you think you'll accomplish with your blubbering? The guards are already dead. Fuck," grumbled and gripped his head and swayed a moment. Rezia looked away from the others and stared at the floor and focused on breathing to try and calm himself. Just the sight of them disgusted him. He almost wanted to kill them off himself. It would be easy to. They were on the same side supposedly. It would be easy to take the knife from Ember and return the favor she gave him earlier and run the blade through her ribs. Focus! He had to keep reminding himself that the hatred he felt wasn't his own. He didn't really want them dead.

"So I am sure there are other guards outside of this room. Any plans on getting the fuck out of this place or do I have to come up with everything?" he bit out in his annoyance. He wondered how long this rage would boil his blood.

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Image Lydia felt like a limp puppet, the knife loose in her hand the only thing holding her up. And then the knife was gone, leaving her bloody hand cold. Ember had taken it. Screams. She blinked. Sam was crumpled on the floor, twitching as the last of his life sighed out of his body. Dead? She smiled. This was a dream, wasn't it. This was impossible, wasn't it? Sam...dead? They'd all be killed. Maybe they were already dead? She stared at the blood on her hands. On her dress. Maybe they'd been dead for a long time. The smile on her chapped lips hurt. He was dead. She felt so...light. Even if it was all fake, at least it felt good.

Rezia's harsh voice cut through her daze, leaving her blinking, no longer suspended in one place. The guards. Her mind buzzed. Her eyes fixed on Rezia, ignoring Damion's rejoicing. Oh, poor Rezia. He'd been through so much. They'd all been through a lot, but he'd probably taken more than anyone else. He didn't deserve that.

Damion was speaking, talking through the beginnings of a plan. He revealed that he was feeling weary. That wasn't good. They didn't have a chance if they didn't have the raw ability to destroy the things in their way. But this was only the barest idealization of a plan. Ifs and assumptions. They needed something concrete. So she did what she did best. She started talking.

"Rezia," she murmured, her legs unsteady under her as she walked towards him. "We need to arm ourselves. Guns are stronger than any of us, especially after...everything." She blinked slowly. Her eyes cut to Damion for a moment. " If we can...not melt some guards, maybe we can take their protective gear too. We'll probably need security clearance cards to get through some of the doors. If they don't go into lockdown before we can make any headway, that is." Her brain still felt soft and disoriented, but there was a problem to focus on, something logical, something sane, she could at least center on that. "We can't leave anyone who sees us alive to alert the rest of the compound, or we'll be squished like bugs."

Then she sighed softly, reaching out for Rezia's arm, needing to support herself. As long as she thought about these things from a logical standpoint, she wouldn't melt down. Everything would be fine. She tried to push calm, serene emotions towards Rezia. Everything would be okay. "First, we need to see if there is anything useful down here. When we move out, we should see if we can trap one of the guards alive and get directions out of him before we dispose of him." They did have two bonafide torturers in their midst. Speaking of which. Ember was hunched strangely. Sacrifices had to be made.

"You're injured," she told Ember blandly. "You need this more than I do." She held out her hand, moving away from Rezia a little, towards Ember. What little healing she'd regenerated needed to go towards their strength, their ability to fight. Ember, Not herself. It wouldn't do much, but it was better than nothing, right?

"I'm a liability," she said. " If it comes to it, I can serve as a distraction so you all can escape." In a game of chess, sometimes the pawns had to be sacrificed to protect the stronger pieces. The more of them that could escape, the better. It made sense.

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