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Katherine Delirium

"Sometimes seeing isn't believing

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a character in “The Human Puzzle”, as played by Haas33

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{"Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.”}
-Emile Cioran
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|{Full Name}|
Katherine Delirium
(She coined the name herself)

|{Nickname}|
She mostly only goes by Delerium, but some also call her Katie or Kathy

|{Age}|
20

|{Sexuality}|
Bisexual, but she doesn't really tell anyone

|{Role}|
Rebellious female

|{Ability}|
She has the power to create hallucinations, both bad and good. She can make images appear completely realistic to one person. She can create these illusions for a very long period of time, possible even an entire day without stopping. She can also make people feel things without physically damaging them. However, this takes a lot more concentration and can cause Delirium to pass out of have intense headaches if she uses it for too long. She can make it feel like you are getting stabbed over and over again, or make it feel like you are having sex. The intensity of the feeling coupled with who long she makes it happen determines how quickly she tires out. Often times she can't go more than thirty minutes of that no matter what she is doing. Delirium can not use her power if she can not see or touch the person. This means her range extends for as far as she can see. She can not use her power if she is in severe pain. Her self-induced headaches often times impair her from making her illusions. This could also imply some things. She could create the illusion that she isn't there, but this would only work on one person at a time. Generally, her power isn't good for large groups of people

|{Containment}|
The scientists normally had her skin completely covered or at least have her hands have gloves on them. She was also normally blindfolded if she was being moves. Scientists were extra careful around her because she was known for her escape attempts. She was kept in a windowless room so she could not disturb the others. She lived a very solitary life compared to some.

|{Partner}|
Rebellious Male (Name)




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{"All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then success is sure.”}
-Mark Twain
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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
Tends to braid or play with her hair
Makes harmless illusions for normal people to see if they notice
She blushes easily
She tends to stare at people for no reason
She sometimes creates illusions for herself

|{Likes}|
-strawberries
-sleeping
-reading
-being alone
-laughing

|{Dislikes}|
-Sam
-Scientists
-The color white
-blindfolds
-Showing weakness

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
Packs a good punch and a wicked kick in a fight
Well trained in hand to hand combat and is fairly decent
Sturdy woman, not easily pushed around
She is very creative which helps with her illusions
She has mastered making illusions and fighting at the same time

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
Tires easily when using hallucinations
Must see or touch her target
Useless in large groups
Without her illusions she is much less dangerous
Too arrogant and rash for her own good.

|{Hobbies}|
-SInging
-Writing
-Drawing
-Making illusions
-Does sleeping count?

|{Fears}|
øClaustrophobicø
øNeedles terrify herø
øGoing blindø

|{Secrets}|
Sometimes she gets carried away with her illusions. Creating them is like a drug to her, sometimes once she starts she can't stop until she's worn out
She can't actually physically hurt someone, but sometimes her mental damage to someone can drive them insane
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{"Personality has power to uplift, power to depress, power to curse, and power to bless.”}
-Paul Harris



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|{Personality}|

Delirium is not your average lady. In fact, most people wouldn't even call her a lady. She considers herself to be a, quote "badass bitch." To some extent, she is. Being held in the Genetic Modifications Facility did break her in some aspects, but it also made her stronger, tougher. Like a callous formed over her personality, making her tougher and more resilient to pressure. Delirium is a bit too feisty for her own good. She has always been dead set on escaping the Facility, losing some of her morals and being known for driving Scientists, guards, and even other Anomalies insane. When she wants something, there are few things that can hinder her determination.

Delirium is cocky and arrogant, and exceptionally rebellious. She and her partner have made everyone's lives a living hell. And Delirium still isn't backing down. She knows Sam is up to something, but Delirium is intent on still escaping his grasp. She is independent and wild, often coming up with crazy and stupid ideas that are severely self-sacrificing. She is a generally angry person who on occasion takes pleasure in watching bad people suffer.

However, beneath that hard outer coating is someone a bit more sensitive. She is a loyal friend who would take a bullet for someone. She's actually a bit of a softy, loving animals and children. She is battling her own doubts on the inside, frantically trying to plug the panic that wells up inside her. She fears she will never get out. She fears her life was all just a pain that would end in pain. Sometimes she feels awful, depressed, and anxious. But she bottles that all up inside, and puts on a brave smile on the outside. She can be nice to people she trusts, but this can be hard considering she has severe trust issues.

Katherine is the type of person to speak what's on her mind even if what is on her mind isn't too terribly uplifting. She is a negative person with high aspirations. She wants to escape and wants to save the day, but often times her negative outlook hinders her. Although she is spontaneous and outgoing, she is also reserved and not really the sharing type. She tends to look down on the others simply because she doesn't believe they have even tried to escape. However, she will not give into fear or doubts. When she gets an idea in her head the only thing that can hold her back is something getting in her way.

Delirium isn't just self-sacrificing and resilient, she is also kind and understanding. Even though she tends to go her own way and do her own thing, she also takes time to consider how her actions affect others. She is the merciful type on those who deserve it. But on those who have hurt her, she holds nothing back and can be ruthless and scary. Sometimes the illusions take over her and she gets carried away

|{Thoughts on Others}|

Pair One: Delirium doesn't have much nice to say about the Dark Ones. She is generally leery of them because she is aware of their powers, but tries not to show her fear. She is bitter and angry towards Ember because of a certain incident. She realizes that they are the Facility's puppets, but she understands them a bit more than the other pair because they have accepted their fate to save each other from death. They are compliant because they are helping each other, not because they are helping themselves.

Pair Two: Delirium is furious with compliant ones. They don't even try to escape. They've accepted their fate and Delirium thoroughly dislikes how they are defeated. She also fears that they will be ruthless towards her because they will only do what they can to save themselves.





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|{Appearance}|
Delirium has bright red hair and a crooked smile. She has piercingly green eyes and a stare that could scare you witless. She has a somewhat rounded face and small nose. She looks almost young in the face. She is an average looking woman, not drop dead gorgeous, but certainly good-looking. She is fairly curvy and likes to flaunt what she's got.

|{Defining Features}|
She has multiple scars all over her body. One of the most obvious scar is one that runs from her left eyebrow down to just above the left side of her face. It barely missed her eye.

|{Height/Weight}|
5'6" / 130 lbs

|{Build}|
SHe has a sturdy muscular build. She doesn't look like the type of girl you can break easily. This don't mean she's fat or manly looking. She's just a bit more intimidating, with her curves and her muscles.




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{"Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.”}
-John F. Kennedy
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|{History}|

Delirium was very unceremoniously ripped from her home at age three. She barely remembers her life before the facility, only a vague image of her father and mother. That may be why she is so determined to escape, because she knows she has a family worried about her. Upon arriving at the facility they did countless experiments on her and altered several things with her brain. She's lucky she survived. But she did, and now she's pissed as hell.

Delirium grew up in the Facility plotting escape from day one. Her and her partner suffered more than any others, but also made more people suffer than any others. Delirium figured if she were to grow up in hell, she shouldn't go down without a fight. Every time she was hurt or forced to do something, it only made her angrier and more resilient. They might have broken her physically at times, but her mentality stayed the same- nobody was getting off easy. However, years later and after several failed escape attempts, her future is really starting to seem bleak.

Delirium grew up somewhat in solitary, but she was next to her partner (which may not have been a smart idea). They became partners in crime instantly, and hopefully will still be during whatever scheme Sam has cooking. Delirium's life in the facility wasn't pretty. At times she wished she were dead, and other times she was barely an inch away from it. Her escape attempts bought her several punishments that still burn in the back of her mind. One of her best accomplishments was making one guard believe the other guard was her, and once he had started to attack the other guard, she'd move to another guard. This eventually led to mass confusion and a few seriously injured guards. Nearly twenty were involved and she was so close to escaping when a new guard showed up and caught her unaware. SHe was punished severely for causing so many injuries and so much confusion.




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|{Miscellaneous}
Her eyes turn red when she uses her power, but the person seeing the illusions does not see this, but everyone else does.

|{Face Claim}
Emma Stone

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So begins...

Katherine Delirium's Story

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Rezia was obviously upset, but Lydia clenched her jaw and tried to stay calm. Hearing him sound so unhappy made her want to burst into tears and take it back. She understood her brother just wanted to protect her, she had the same feelings towards him, but this logic superseded her own safety. And when it came down to it, she'd prefer to be hurt by one of the other subjects than harmed by Sam himself. It'd be a more dignified way to go. And by taking her safety into her own hands like this, she was absolving Rezia of any blame. He couldn't blame himself if she was hurt. It was her choice. Her heart swelled. Everything would be okay. As long as she kept him safe, they'd be okay. She could handle whatever Sam had in store for her, just like she always had. It was only a matter of cleaning up after him.

When Rezia seconded her proposition, she glanced at him, and understood his earlier turmoil. But it was safer this way. They could calmly let what was inevitably going to happen happen without any struggle or undue injury. She tried to send him some warmth, there was tenseness around his eyes. Were the others getting to him, or was it her fault? Hopefully soon they'd be able to leave the center area and have some time to cool off and calm down. But not right now, there was business to attend to.

Ember was eyeing her. Lydia met her eyes, watching the faint play of expressions dance across her face. Then she asked a question. Non-sequitur. Or perhaps not? Did Ember hold the task against her? Lydia felt a wave of nausea mixed with a certain stillness wash over her. While Ember did scare her immensely, she was glad that she'd made her proposal before the girl had the chance to hunt her down. That probably would not have ended well.

"I can heal scars. But I can only do so much healing every day, and I've had more important uses for it." She said, casting her eyes to Rezia for a moment. His skin was perfect and unbroken, as if all the testing that had been done on him and to him had never occurred. Then her large doe eyes turned back to Ember. "You understand?" She drew her eyebrows together.

Looking at the girl, really looking at her, Lydia felt a connection to her. All she was trying to do was protect herself and protect Damion. There was nothing wrong with that. But her powers were so potent, it had demonized her, made her feral. It wasn't fair to her at all. But life just wasn't fair. Lydia felt that they would never be friends, but she hoped Ember understood her. The were not so different, save for the circumstances.

Ember's next words made her shoulders relax in relief. Damion was not her target, and as long as she was not considered a set with Rezia, there would be no trouble. Though she did not like the idea of splitting up, it was for the greater good. She'd have to deal with it. She took a few steps forward, a small, rather shy smile on her face. She was about to speak when Whispers spoke. 'As much as I hate you two...' he started with. Lydia's lips thinned. But there was no way she could accept his offer. But perhaps Rezia could. Then they would be playing for different sides.

"I don't think anyone needs to keep Ember at bay so long as you and your partner stop poking sticks at her." She said coolly. "If I recall, you did provoke her." Then she turned back to Ember, trying not to roll her eyes. She didn't care for Whispers or Delirium. They were too reckless to be trusted. Ember did attack, but in response to being provoked. She was predictable, she acted logically. Cause and effect. But Whispers was foolish, reckless, unpredictable. He'd stuck his hand in the trap and got what logically followed. Lydia wouldn't say anyone deserved to be hurt, but when playing with fire, one does get burned. And she would not align herself with people who toed the line so often. It was too dangerous for her. And anyway, she had to keep Rezia safe, and she couldn't do that under Whisper's proposed contract.

"If you'd like, I can heal you a bit now, and we can talk about what we both need, and come to a deal?" She lifted her eyebrows meaningfully at Ember. She didn't want to talk out in the open. Not with Whispers standing right there, opening his big mouth everywhere.

"Also," she said, casting an apologetic glance at Rezia, "please do not consider my brother and I as a set; we have no plans to work together. My actions are mine alone, and his belong to him." She'd have to talk to him later. But a political split for the moment would be the wisest decision she could make, since the layout of this twisted little game was very clear to her now. Sam wanted to prevent them from making alliances by putting the pairs all at odds with one another.

But if she didn't play by the rules, if she let go of Rezia, she could out play Sam. She knew that her task was against Delirium, and Rezia's was against Damion, while Ember's was against her. Putting the pieces together meant that each partnership would be against the others, which meant that Damion had to be after Whispers since she was after Delirium. And that meant that one of the redheads was after Rezia, and one was after Ember. She didn't know who was who yet, but she figured that would soon be made clear. And part of her hoped that Delirium was after Rezia, and with the help of Ember, she could put the other girl out of commission before she could hurt Rezia. Especially since Whsipers didn't seem to be forthwith with whether Rezia was his target or not.

Either way, that put her and Rezia on different teams. But ultimately, she knew that she was only working for Rezia's benefit, and if that meant preventing him from completing his task to stay on Ember's good side and complete her own task, so be it. She'd sacrifice herself for him in a heartbeat. He had a good heart, and he was kind. He deserved to live more than she did.

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Damion cast Rezia, a suspicious look, once the boy ripped the bread from his hand, and almost begged him not to eat it.It was strange, and quite obvious that Rezia's outburst wasn't out of concern, as Delirium walked right past the boy with no arguments. It was possible that it was simply ignorance on Rezia's part, as they had never met face to face. Though Damion had a feeling that wasn't the case. Since Damion had set foot down here he had wondered just who it was that had a task against him, and now Damion was positive that it was Rezia. The boy had been quite obviously paying attention to him, and he was sure that he was Rezia's designated target.

Rezia soon made an offer similar to his sister's, while also offering his healing services to whoever could protect him and his sister. Damion was deeply considering taking Rezia up on his offer. Even if he was the boy's target he would much rather keep Rezia close, and keep a watchful eye on the boy. Damion didn't consider Rezia a threat, he was much to weak, and he didn't seem to have the nerve to seriously hurt anyone, not even someone as horrible as Damion himself. Even still it would not be a good idea to underestimate Rezia, after all his sister's safety was at stake, who knows what he would do to keep her safe. the two of them seemed quite similar in that they would do anything to keep their partner safe. It would be disastrous if Whispers, and Delirium actually managed to partner with Rezia and his sister.

It was for this reason that Damion was slightly concerned when Whispers offered to protect the compliant pair, claiming that he and Delirium could do more than just keep Ember at bay. Fortunately Lydia seemed to turn him down, accurately stating that she was provoked. Damion much preferred Lydia to her brother. She was reasonable, sensible, and more importantly she was smart. Something which she proved when she told the others not to consider her, and her brother a set. Damion allowed a small smile to creep upon his face. Since Ember had agreed to Lydia's earlier offer, coupled with the fact that Lydia seemed to dislike the rebels, Damion was more than willing to see her as an ally.

Even better this left Rezia even more vulnerable, and less protected than before. Without his sister Rezia would be forced to rely on the protection of either Damion himself, or one of the others for protection. This was an opportunity Damion would not allow himself to miss."Well Rezia I'd be happy to offer you my protection. You'll need it, now more than ever i'm sure, without your sister by your side." Damion had to be sure that Rezia accepted his offer of protection. He didn't want the boy to accept Whispers proposal instead. If he really was Rezia's target that left Damion with a unique bargaining chip.

Rezia was in no way Damion's friend, in fact he quite dislike the boy. It was more than just the fact he undoubtedly knows all about the emotions, Damion tried to hard to lock away. No it was something more, in some ways, he reminded Damion of himself before he ever came to facility. That was not a good thing in Damion's eyes. even still Damion would make sure to get as much use out of Rezia as he possibly could.

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The world was spinning around her and her head was pounding as if someone hand crawled inside her skull and started hammering away. She felt blurry, if that could be an emotion. Like nothing really mattered, everything was kind of hazy and all she could feel was her pounding head. She really needed to stop pushing herself so far when it came to her illusions. But it always seemed to take hold of her. As if her illusions were controlling her, begging for more, begging for twisted, awful things. She was going to throw up. She looked around frantically, but the feeling subsided and she shrank to the floor in relief. It would be bad to get rid of the few things in her stomach. She should just try to sleep it off, but she probably wouldn't be able to claim unconsciousness over this headache. Instead, she tried to focus on something else.

The voices outside were muffled but she focused only on it, and listened in. The more she listened, the more she frowned. Ember was trying to ally with the compliant ones? It made Delirium uncomfortable. But she wasn't necessarily surprised. The two pairs were both weak insufferable things who couldn't stand up for themselves. But still, what if one of them had a task against her? Having two against one would probably not end well for her, even if one wasn't much of a fighter. Delirium smiled triumphantly. If she allied herself with Rezia, then Ember and Damion would have nothing to protect themselves from her mentally damaging visions. Maybe with the help of Rezia, Delirium could mold the minds of the others to help her escape. Trick them with illusions. Besides, Rezia probably wouldn't be too affected by her.

However, she didn't want other people to know she was planning on taking up Rezia's offer. Sure, Rezia was one of the ones that didn't rebel and didn't muddy the water, but it's not like Delirium really had anything against them. Ember and Damion killed for Sam, Rezia and Lydia probably just didn't rebel against him. Delirium wanted to pity the compliant ones, but really, they weren't like her and Stephen. They couldn't really defend themselves so what other choice did they have? Delirium suddenly felt very sad. They were all in a big mess of things.

Just sitting down and focusing on something other than the pain had caused the dizziness and nauseous feeling to go away. She was just left with the gnawing headache that would last a while. It would prevent her from creating the illusion of pain, but it wouldn't prevent her from creating small tiny illusions, like messages. Delirium steadied herself. She would just tell Rezia she wanted to talk to him privately about his offer. She inched over to the door and opened it a crack, just enough so that she could see Rezia. Steeling herself, she attempted to create an allusion. Instead, she was met with pain, searing pain, as if someone had slapped her. Delirium recoiled in shock. Rezia had said something about healing mental things, but Delirium hadn't taken into consideration what that might mean in relation to her ability. As she created the illusion, it would fizzle out in a flash of pain for herself. Delirium considered for a moment. It was almost like he was 'healing' her visions as they were coming at him. Trying to fix Delirium's problems and throw them back at her in a physical form. It didn't make sense. He wasn't even looking at her. Did he even know he was doing it? Maybe he didn't have to look at her because she was literally reaching into his mind, connected way more than simple eye contact. Delirium sat back, fighting back the new pain. She wasn't sure how Rezia's power worked, but it didn't seem to her that it worked like this. It might have just been this weird circumstance that made it like this. Delirium remembered that Rezia could possibly feel emotions. Earlier she had her suspicions, but now it might be her saving grace.

Delirium tried a different tactic, attaching an emotion to each illusion. Privacy: Suspicion. Offer: help, understanding. Talk: Kindness, sincerity. It was excruciating, but she managed to get the message across. She would not want to ever do that again. Suddenly Delirium's task looked very impossible. And with that, she crawled into her bed and passed out.

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Character Portrait: Lydia Character Portrait: Katherine Delirium Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Rezia Character Portrait: Whispers Character Portrait: Damion
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At the confirmation that Lydia could indeed heal scars Ember felt a small spark of hope, which she immediately snuffed out. Far too often had she allowed the emotion to get the better of her and ended up with bitter disappointment. The revealing of a little more detail to Lydia's weaknesses also interested Ember, albeit for a less savoury reason. She followed the other girls gaze to Rezia and noted the unblemished skin. Only further proof of the self-sacrificing nature of the pair, all too easy to use against them. A lump rose in Ember's throat at the way her own affections for her partner had destroyed herself.

With some effort she dragged herself out of her thoughts finding Lydia asking about her understanding. Ember managed to give her a nonchalant shrug in answer feigning disinterest. The blonde had begun to stare at her and she found herself shifting uncomfortably returning her gaze with a slightly frightened look. Evidently Lydia was analysing her, as Ember herself had been doing minutes earlier. It wasn't quite so appealing when you were on the other end of the microscope.

Whispers arrogant voice swiftly interrupted the conversation, and thankfully Lydia's concentration. An angry flush coloured Ember's cheeks at the mention of Delirium's rough hallucination and her hands clenched into fists, but she refused to turn around and be goaded fearing the consequences.

"I don't think anyone needs to keep Ember at bay so long as you and your partner stop poking sticks at her…If I recall, you did provoke her."

Ember's eyebrows shot up in surprise for a moment. Why bother defending her? She gave a puzzled glance over at Damion, feeling distinctly out of water in this sudden sea of human emotion. Her glance turned into an obvious expression of longing. How easy it would be to simply walk out of here with him and have some much needed time to be with the only person left that understood. Her emotions felt like they would soon bubble to the surface and she needed to talk to him. To leave the other pairs behind and for once let her protective mask fall off. At the same time she feared it. It would mean facing what she had done and also what Sam had done to Damion.

"If you'd like, I can heal you a bit now, and we can talk about what we both need, and come to a deal?"

Ember blinked slowly, before partially shaking her head to bring herself back into the present. Currently it was far too easy to be swept up in the past and what could be rather than the rather delicate balance of the now. Looking at Lydia it was clear she wanted to talk privately, and she had no problem with that…however it dawned on her that somehow Lydia was aware that she could help her now.

She managed to nod to Lydia, however inside she was panicking a bit. There were so many problems with revealing her back and the possibility of having all the damage removed. Firstly Sam would undoubtedly be furious as she knew they were supposed to be permanent and Ember was terrified that he would simply torture her again as a consequence. Nonetheless in a way she wanted to partially rebel against him, to remove his sign of ownership from her. Beside since she was no longer in the facility perhaps it wasn't so consequential…

What worried her the most was what Damion would think.

Unconsciously she looked back over to him, worried. Truth was that in some ways…she deserved it. The memory began to surface unbidden. She shuddered as she remembered the girl begging her, pleading with her to prevent Sam from finishing her off.

"I'll be back in five minutes. Time enough for you to consider what your secrets can cost you."

Ember could tell Sam was furious underneath the cool words, but she remained silent and expressionless as she observed what was left of the young girl on the bench. As soon as the metal door slammed close behind him, Ember made her move to withdraw to the far end of the room. Abruptly her wrist was clasped with an iron grip. Shocked she spun around to face the wide, traumatised eyes of Sam's recent victims.

"Finish me off."

The words were barely a gasp. Immediately Ember tried to pull away, only to have the girl grip on more tightly.

"You know what he'll do…"

This time the words were far stronger, desperation adding weight to every syllable. The girl's fear was almost tangible and Ember was suddenly completely incapable of looking away. Caught incidentally without any ability to prepare herself from the pleading and still so far from being able to protect herself from pain, Ember found herself leaning over and instinctively drawing out the life of the poor wretch. Instantly she went still, her eyes glazed over and now looking straight past Ember.

For a moment there was complete silence, and then the door crashed open. Like a whip Embers head wrenched to the side to find Sam standing in the doorway mouth partially open in shock. All at once the realisation of what she had done rushed over her in a flash and the terror sunk straight into her bones. In complete panic she tried to wrench her arm free of the corpses grip.

"She just died." Her whispered lie turned into a yelp as Sam strode towards her.

"What have you done?" His voice was a roar.

"I didn't mean to-"

Her stammered words were cut off as she was slapped hard across the face. She cried out as the force of the blow sent her crashing into table.

"Do you want me to kill Damion?"

Her breath caught in her throat, the air in her lungs suddenly evaporating. The blood in her face drained away leaving her ashen. She barely managed to shake her, before he backhanded her with so much force her head ricocheted off benchtop.

"You are fortunate today that I will let him live." He knelt down in front of her, his furious gaze digging into her as he hissed out his words. "But don't you dare think I will let this go unpunished."


The memory fizzled and died leaving her wide eyed and on the verge of hyperventilating. She forced herself to get it together, steeling herself against the temptation of giving in to a full relapse. If there was any day that she wished she could forget it was the day when she had incidentally bargained with Damion's life.

Realising she'd spaced out for a bit she sent him a faint smile, trying to assure him she was ok. She noticed Rezia had gone to talk with Whispers, what was left of her smile disappeared completely. Still looking at them gravely, she took Damion by the arm to lead him over to Lydia. There was no way she was leaving him near the scheming pair.

She'd made her decision. She'd save Lydia's side of deal in case she needed it later, keeping her guilt to herself.


"I don't need healing." she said firmly. "What do you need me to do for you? And how will you assist me in getting the knife someone must be hiding or Sam has not sent."

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Damion kept a level face as Rezia declined his offer, and went to speak to Whispers about the deal. However he was actually quite annoyed. He had thought that the boy would make the smart choice, and accept his offer, instead he seemed to make his decision based on what seemed most fair. What a ridiculously stupid notion that was. In life there was no fair, there was only survival or death, kill or be killed. Damion had obviously chosen to kill, though it wasn't really his life he was concerned with, it never was. He frowned slightly. There was a time when Damion would always make the fair choice, the kind choice, the right choice, but that time was over. He had given all of that up for something more important. Ember was always more important.

He put these unpleasant thoughts to the back of his mind, turning his attention away from the foolish boy, and turning his attention back over to Ember, and Lydia. Ember, and Lydia were discussing their deal, and Ember seemed to be thinking about whether or not she should let Lydia heal her. Damion had noticed the way she walked, and realized that something must have happened to her in their time apart. He was hoping that all of this would reach it's conclusion quickly, Damion was already growing weary with the others. he wanted to retreat into his room with Ember, and really just be with her. It has been far to long since they last saw each other. He wanted to just be with her, enjoy her company.

When Ember took hold of his arm he stiffened up a bit, though he still let her lead him back over to Lydia. It was always a small risk to come in physical contact with him, and usually he wouldn't let anyone touch him, though Ember was the exception. Even still her touch made him uneasy, mostly because he didn't want to hurt her. It was really one of his greatest fears, hurting Ember because of his dangerous abilities.

When they reached Lydia, Ember had declined Lydia's offer to heal her, and this puzzled Damion somewhat. He was going to speak, but then he saw it rising from the center of the room.It was the muzzle along with the key to opening it, the key to keeping Ember safe and shutting up Whispers. Damion didn't really care that the muzzle hadn't been stored in Whispers' room like he had originally thought, or that Sam had lied to him about it being here somewhere. He just knew that he needed it.

He would need to act fast, Damion would get this over with now. Perhaps it was a reckless, and a risky move, it might have been smarter to simply hide the device and wait for an opportune moment but he couldn't risk losing his chance at completing his task. Whispers would certainly want to get his hands on the muzzle so no one could use it against him. He reluctantly took his arm away from Ember's grasp, and spoke to Ember in a whisper, though as a courtesy to his new ally Damion spoke just loud enough so that Lydia could hear him."Things are about to get ugly. Be careful."

He quickly moved over towards the precious device, quickly shedding his gloves as he moved. Whispers would not just let him force this device on him after all, there would be an inevitable struggle. He picked up the muzzle, leaving the key where it laid for the moment. A sadistic, and menacing smile laid upon his face. Delirium was fortunately absent at the moment, a perfect time to strike really. He would not make this easy on the irritating rebel. No he would make him suffer, for provoking his beloved partner, for never keeping his mouth closed, and for being incredibly stupid in trying to be free where anyone else would have realized long ago that freedom was no longer possible.

Damion concentrated for a few seconds, a layer of slime like acid forming on his hands. After a few seconds in his palm stood a ball of green ooze. The acid was not quite strong enough to eat through the bone, but more than enough to cause a great deal of pain, and agony. With a grin he threw it at Whispers, not really caring where it hit so long as he was foucused on either the pain or the deadly substance that almost hit him. Damion ran at his target with all the speed he could, lunging at him when he got close enough. All Damion had to do was place a hand on him, then even if the rebel wanted to fight a futile struggle, he would have his poison to fall back on. He could even wait until Whispers was to weak from exposure to his poisonous skin to fight back if he felt like being particularly bothersome.

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The two siblings were more pragmatic than he initially thought. Instead of staying as a unit it seemed that Reiza was forced to take the Rebels' side (read: the right one) since he made it rather clear that his task involved the Dark Ones (likely Damion) somehow. Whispers merely scoffed at the idea that it came down to not prodding Ember as the fact of the matter was simple. The two were natural born killers, ready to follow through with Sam's wishes at a moment's notice and too damaged to live a life that didn't include hurting anomalies. Lydia was making the wrong choice, but if her task was against himself or Katherine then he had no choice but to live with the consequences.

"I have no ill intentions toward her," he replied as the gray-haired man walked over, "how I feel about you two is irrelevant for what I need to do."

He left the words vague but hoped that his feelings got through regarding Lydia and his task. Though no one but he and Katherine had mental powers he feared what could happen to Reiza if either Ember or Damion got their hands on Lydia. They could probably force Reiza to sabotage them if given the chance. Whispers often had to remind himself that he wasn't heartless in every regard and things like holding hostages was rather despicable (even if he'd thought about doing so). He didn't want to do the same with Reiza if it was possible as that would damage the overall goal of leaving and keeping the two of them sane while doing so. Their powers would only be as good as their mental states and Stephen assumed the same of the gray-haired male. It'd make no sense for a crazy person to heal another crazy person (Katherine excluded).

Lost in thought, Whispers nearly missed the ball of green sludge flying toward his face and slid to the right, no longer caring about the other things around him. Fear took over his body, as it did when Ember had to punish him but unlike last time the consequences were more dire. Katherine wasn't there to protect him and if he failed then he couldn't protect her. He would not allow himself to get caught, even if it meant sacrificing Reiza.

As Damion sprinted toward him, he started whispering his power. Jumbled noises came from his mouth resembling something closer to Latin than English.

"Sed fringilla elit gravida, ultrices dui at, finibus dolor. Donec iaculis libero nulla, euismod malesuada massa vehicula ac. Nullam ultricies ante ut metus pharetra commodo," he spoke, voice growing in intensity, "integer congue pharetra rhoncus. Aliquam mollis tortor efficitur nunc sagittis condimentum. Aenean volutpat posuere ligula quis congue. Pellentesque quis venenatis justo, eget sagittis elit."

Though perhaps distorted on camera, those within the room ought to have heard high-pitched rings that descended into nausea and headaches but as his voice grew louder he took the opportunity to move farther and farther back.

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Lydia could feel her heart hammering in her chest. Everything seemed to be working out in her favor right now, and she hated it. She wished that she didn't have to work this puzzle, it'd be so much easier to just retreat into her room and hide with Rezia, accept their fate and enjoy what little time they had left. But she needed to do this for him. And without any kind of strengths, she needed to play at psychological warfare. Even though she didn't have the power her brother had, she had learned how to make allies of the scientists around her. At least some of them, that was. And it hadn't been enough in the end, never enough, but it had been something, and it still was. She didn't know how long she could keep this up before she made a wrong step and detonated the minefield, but she had to try. She just needed rapport with someone, anyone.

Damion made a small effort to ally with Rezia, but just as she'd assumed, he went to Whispers. She felt like she was going to vomit, even though everything was going as she'd anticipated. She didn't want to be alone. Despite allying with Ember, she was still quite afraid of her. While Ember was predictable, Lydia knew she herself wasn't perfect, and a wrong step of the right calibre would not end well for her. How long could she keep this up before the stress wore down her mind. She needed to stay calm though, for Rezia, give him some reprieve from the emotions that were most likely swirling around at the moment.

Her offer had sent Ember into some kind of state, a slightly haunted look on her face. Had that been a misstep? She remembered noting earlier that Ember walked with stiff gate that implied some kind of damage, and her question about the scars so obviously confirmed that. How had she missed that? Apparently it was a sensitive topic for Ember, and Lydia gritted her teeth regretfully. She could have played that one with more tact. But she could play it innocently from now on and wait for Ember to come to her for help if she truly needed it instead of pressing the matter. She understood the need to occasionally let sleeping dogs lie. Sometimes it was just easier that way.

At this point, the dark haired girl grabbed Damion and pulled him towards her. Lydia cast a final sad look in Rezia's direction, she wished it didn't have to come to this kind of separation, before returning to the task at hand. Ember said very firmly that she didn't need healing, so Lydia nodded meekly in return. It seemed that Ember wanted to keep her shield up, so she'd have to try not to stare too hard or vocalize too many inferences about the pair, or she might alienate them.

"My task is to inject something into Delirium." She spoke in a soft voice, her fingers unconsciously lifting to her neck, to the very visible places she'd been given injections in the past. "I haven't made any plans for that yet though, I want to get your task over with first." She let out a faint, strained laugh. She wasn't one to purposefully put herself in the path of pain if she couldn't help it, and even though this was inevitable, it made her very nervous. Especially the part about the knife. Speaking of which..."I have a knife that Rezia gave me, I'm not sure if it is the right one or not though." She pulled the knife out of her pocket, holding it very delicately by the blade, proffering it to her attacker. "Also, if you wouldn't mind telling me what exactly you're going to do to me, so I can prepare myself, I mean, if that's alright?" Her voice was going a bit high now, and there was a visible tremour to it. She lifted a hand to cover her mouth, trying to gather herself. "And I don't really want Rezia to see, unless he has to, if that's okay." She mumbled through her fingers. He had enough problems, she didn't want to worry him further.

More than that, she really did not want to cry, yet she felt the tears of fear in her eyes. She tried to regulate her breathing, lifting her fingers from her lips to her eyes to brush away the stray tears that had crept through the dam in her eyes. There was no need to overreact, everything would be fine. She'd be fine. It'd hurt for a little bit, whatever it was, but then the pain would be over, and she could continue with what she had to do. This had been her whole life, she should be strong enough to take it on the chin now. She needed to be brave for Rezia. That was something some of the scientists had told her when she was younger, when the tests were just starting, when they cut her skin or broke bones to document their regrowth. Be brave for Rezia. Don't cry or scream or kick, just be calm and brave. She could do that.

After regaining her composure a tad, she looked back at Ember. Her eyes were still large and wet, but she felt calmer now. She could handle this. Everything would be fine. She could tame the pinch of fear in her belly, all it took was a little willpower. It was at this point that Damion made a sudden dart away from them, towards something in the middle of the room. Was that a muzzle? Lydia blanched slightly, wondering who is was for. Judging by his name, it was probably for Whispers.

Hopefully Ember had a hand on the knife, because when Whisper's started using his power she dropped it, bringing her hands to her ears instead. She'd never experienced his power before, and it was making her head hurt terribly. She felt even more like she was going to puke, but all that exited between her gritted teeth was a keen of displeasure. Her eyes sought out Rezia, looking to see if he was okay, if he was caught in whatever absurd crossfire was going on because of the muzzle.

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The only sound to be heard from the floor below was the sound of static emanating from numerous screens. It was hard to see in the dimly lit room, the main illumination was to be found from the flickering channels. The light bounced off a still form, the only movement coming from the figures eyes which flicked incessantly between screens. Sam's elbows were propped on the desk, a pencil protruding from his mouth and half a page of scribbled notes before him. A look of intense concentration was prominent on his features, though occasionally a humourless smile tipped up the corners of his mouth.

Thus far the experimentation had proved to have both entertaining and fascinating results. From the beginning the emotional strain had been eating away at every participant. Starting with Ember and Damion's touching reunion so rudely interrupted by the fiery redhead's entrance. He'd half anticipated with disappointment that Delirium would be torn apart by the dark ones as Lydia and Rezia would certainly not intervene. However it appeared the girl was smart enough to scare Ember off allowing enough time for her partner to join her.

The following scenes unfolded and Sam's pleasure only deepened. It seemed all their reactions were just as explosive as he had hoped. He even moved so far to chuckle out loud at Ember smashing Whispers into the wall. It seemed that was the catalyst turning Delirium into the hallucinogenic nightmare he had known her to be. However it wore the girl out considerably, and to Sam's annoyance she retreated to her room. It seemed she'd let her normal fiery emotions overcome her logic and burnt herself out. This did not please Sam, as it could result in her not finishing her task on time. Which on one hand would be amusing to have Whispers down here to toy with, but on the other hand would deprive him from watching the silver-haired Rezia from having a taste of psychological torture.

His attention was drawn back to the group as he watched Rezia attempt his own task. Stupidity in Sam's opinion, though truly Rezia could not have known about Damion's immunity to poison. Still he had to step up to the taller male physically which raised his status in Sam's opinion. That was when Sam began to get a little bored. Lydia stepped up to her little speech and then Rezia followed suit with his. Sam glowered as the group began to get some order and he began toying with the idea of killing her in front of Rezia and watching the result. Instead he settled with the idea of sending Damion the muzzle. As he sent his instructions verbally to his guards, Delirium caught his attention again.

She was trying something certainly. His eyes narrowed trying to see, before making the camera do the work for him. She was eyeing Rezia and result was quite interesting. From the look of concentration on her face Sam had no doubt that she was preparing to complete her task, however something went seriously wrong. A look of pain came over her and her whole body recoiled from Rezia. Sam cocked his head slightly, chewing over this new turn of events.

It appeared he had miscalculated the consequences of pitting a psychological attacker and healer at odds and now he was left to decide what to do about it. Delirium was no longer physically able to complete her task…and that was no fun at all. Sam scowled. He'd have to give her another one- however she would need to be thoroughly aware that failure was going to cost her the ultimate price and that this kind of oversight would not be happening again.

He scribbled out another task he had considered for her and called another guard in. With a few sentences he instructed the man to use the concealed entrance to Delirium and Whispers private room that had been prepared in case of the need to intervene. As the man left to do this, his previous order with the muzzle was carried out. Sam watched in anticipation as Damion dove for the device preparing to take down Whispers. That was when Whispers opened his mouth. Sam let out a hiss as the irritating ringing came through the microphones. It obviously was hurting the Anomalies a lot more, however Sam hated the sound. Instinctively he turned the sound down, leaving his finger on the volume switch ready to turn it back up should someone appear to say something of interest.

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Coldness wrapped around Katherine like a pack of wolves nipping at her. She was always cold because scientists didn't really care about comfort when it came to imprisoning their creations. She stared gloomily at her walled enclosure. She was leaning against the wall closest to Stephen, as she normally did in case he wanted to talk. But today he was very silent. She slowly tapped out his name on the wall, a morse code of sorts, that they communicated with because his room was soundproof and she couldn't see him. They would listen for vibrations. A response never came for a long time, until finally he responded, She's gone. Katherine bit back a sob. Sarah. Yesterday's events still swirled in her head. Their failure. She quickly tapped back an apology, to which he didn't respond. She settled down onto the floor, sadness eating up her energy. They had failed and Sarah was gone. Why did she care about this boy behind a wall? She rarely ever saw him. She barely even know him. A tear rolled down her cheek as the memory slowly faded, something pulling her from her unconsciousness

Delirium woke with a start, and was momentarily confused, as she couldn't see anything. What the hell? She asked, standing up, completely caught unawares, and swiping her hand up to her face to see what was shielding her vision. Her hand suddenly blossomed with pain as a sharp crack echoed in her room; someone had hit her.

"Don't try anything. Sam has sent you a new task you are to carry out, as it has become aware that you have failed to be able to do the previous one. Your new task will be given after you are reminded for your failure." With that, she was meant with a hard blow to the back. She collapsed onto the floor, knowing that trying to fight back would only cause trouble, and she was in no state right now to fight back.

"I haven't failed my task, I was given an impossible one!" She yelled back to her unknown attacker. She received a nasty blow to the head in response. She gasped in pain and clutched her head, unable to stop the tears that pooled in the cloth that was covering her eyes. Her short nap did little to alleviate her headache, and the blow was suddenly bringing it back with force. She curled up defensively into a ball as she received several more blows to the back and head. Not the worst punishment she's received, but certainly not a walk in the park either. After shaking on the floor for several minutes, she slowly moved her hands to untie her blindfold. She coughed up a bit of blood and rubbed her head sadly as her vision slowly returned hazily. She looked around, now very confused as to how her attacker even got into her room. She glared at camera and flicked who she hoped was Sam, off. She'd have a lovely bruise on her eye, forehead, back, and top of her head. She grimaced as she prodded a swollen knot on her back. Now would be a good time to ask for Lydia's help. She wiped the tears that stained her eyes and looked around her room. On her bed sat a note like the one she had received earlier. She picked it up and looked at the few words there "Electrocute Rezia 3 times."

Delirium frowned confused. Electrocute him? How or what would I electrocute him with? She couldn't damage the cameras or anything to get to some live wires, so her task seemed almost impossible as that last one. A stroke of knowledge finally hit her. The doors, of course. If Delirium made Rezia try to open her door, he'd electrocute himself. It made sense. She rolled her eyes and tucked the note into her pocket. She was glad she wouldn't have to make an illusion for Rezia. She'd likely pass out before finishing it.

Delirium was about to go back to sleep when she heard loud noises from outside. Worried about Stephen, she slowly opened her door, and regretted it instantly. Loud piercing noises struck at her head, and she instinctively placed her hands to her ears, but it was no use. She was spinning in circles in side her own head, completely dumbfounded as to what she was doing, where she was, what was real or not. She backed up in a feeble attempt to escape the noise, and fell into her room. Blindly she reached for the door and pulled it shut. She released a breath of air she didn't know she'd been holding She was a coward for hiding in her room, but she knew Stephen wouldn't be able to control who he affected. Delirium only worried why he was doing it.

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Rezia sighed and gave a slight nod to Whispers at his comment. So long as the man didn't have anything against Lydia, he didn't much care about the man's feelings towards him and his own feelings didn't matter in this situation. After all, if it had truly been up to him, he would have taken Damion's offer of assistance. At this point, he just wanted the tasks to be done and to do that, he needed to disregard his own feelings. He wondered if that was what Damion and Ember did and was the reason for their current emotional state. He knew his own mental state was quite burdened and he would have to be careful not to become as calloused as those poor souls. He feared it may be a bit too late since he was already planning a way to get Damion to starve himself.

Rezia heard the little 'table' in the middle of the room and glanced over at it, a bit nervous that it might be more food or something. He was quite lucky that the bread had been forgotten but he wasn't sure how he would get Damion to stay away from something tastier without physical force or Delirium's illusions. He had given Lydia his knife after all and he couldn't physically stand up to the other male who was much more used to physical altercations. Maybe Whispers would be useful in that regard and help him immobilize the man. He did give a soft sigh of relief when the item presented wasn't more food. What was with the muzzle though? Was that one of the tasks given to the other members of this game?

Before he truly had time to contemplate what the muzzle could do and who it was for, Damion had rushed for it, much the same way he had rushed the bread. At the time, he didn't have a reason to tense up or be wary initially. Damion didn't have a task against him or Lydia after all. Unfortunately for him, Whispers was the man's target and who should he be standing beside but Whispers himself.

Damion tossed something towards Whispers and the man hand moved to the side and right into Rezia, effectively shoving him aside and knocking him off balance in his haste to get out of the way of Damion's sludge-poison-bomb-thing. Rezia toppled over just inches away from Damion's attack and hit his knees hard on the cold ground. He stared at the green goo, heart hammering against his rib cage like a hummingbird's wings frantically beating the air. Phew that was close. Or so he thought until Whispers started...well... whispering.

Since he was kneeling right next to the man, he was the first to hear the sound and the first to feel the pain. He gasped and immediately raised his hands to cover his ears, trying to block out the piercing sounds. His eyes clenched shut but none of it helped. The noise was just getting louder and each rise in octave brought with it more pain. His head felt like it was splitting open at that point. He needed to get away but the sound hurt so much it was nearly immobilizing. Then pain ruptured up his arm. He hissed and the young man managed to open his eyes a sliver, the the world seemed to be spinning. At some point he had fallen onto his side and now sis face was inches from Damion's poison. His arm had managed to slide into the mess and was the cause of the added agony. He needed to get away from both it and Whispers. Maybe the pain would lessen. Though it hurt, Rezia forced himself to roll away from Whispers. He kept rolling until he hit the wall. He forced his hands away from his head that he really didn't want to leave his ears exposed and managed to yang his shirt off before it continued to burn him and curled up. The pain in both arm and head didn't go away unfortunately and it was starting to make him queasy. He didn't doubt that his ear drums were going to pop soon. He just hoped that Lydia managed to seek refuge in their room. She was much closer to safety than he was.

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It was all a mess, a mess, such a mess. Lydia tried to take it all in, but it was pure chaos. She'd never been exposed to so many stimuli at once before, and her brain was panicking, trying to catalog details from everything that was happening at once. Not to mention the pain in her skull thanks to Whispers. Although, she was starting to numb to it, but along with it was a strange, cottony feel, all her thoughts were vague and far away as she tried to cope. She wondered slowly if her ears were bleeding. They had to be, with how loud this noise sounded. Everything became still for a second, she couldn't hear anything but that awful noise, and her eyes wandered from Ember, who looked angry, to Damion, to Whispers, to Rezia. Rezia! He was on the floor, wrestling with his shirt. Had he gotten hit by Damion? Her gut twisted.

She ducked under an angry Ember, of all things she couldn't afford to accidentally get in the cross fire, but she had to get to Rezia. Her hands were still clamped over her ears, and her vision swam, her delicate stomach churning with pain and fear, as she half scuttled half ran towards him. He superseded anything. She didn't care if it bothered Ember, using her power on Rezia, he was her first priority.

She knelt--rather, stumbled to her knees-- next to him, mouthing his name frantically as she gauged him for damage. It seemed that he had been hit by Damion's shot towards Whispers. Was this their fate? Collateral damage in a dangerous power struggle they had no place in? Tears were streaming down her face as she took one hand from her ears and placed it on his bare shoulder, partially because of the pain, and partially because she was upset that he'd been hurt. They were such small, fragile things, she could see now that they wouldn't last long in this place. Killed on purpose, killed on accident, what was the difference, really? Used as shields, blocking shots wrought from anger, it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair it wasn't fair. She wanted to scream. She wanted to puke, was she going to puke? No, she needed to be strong now.

There was nothing to do about the headache he was surely experiencing, if she tried it'd just come back as soon as she finished healing him, but she could fix the chemical burn. Easy. She channeled her energy into knitting his skin back together, making a shiny, painless scar, the most she could do for now, because she had to reserve her powers. Her eyes slipped from sky blue to cerulean, and settled just a shade lighter than royal blue. About halfway through her power reserve. She'd need to save some of her power to heal herself after Ember completed her task, or she'd probably bleed out and die very quickly since she had zero healing factor, but that would only take half of what she had left, so she still had a quarter of her power left to work on other things.

After she finished healing her brother, which took mere moments, she clapped her hands back over her ears, but remained beside him, pressing her face against him just as much to comfort herself as to comfort him. Rezia was familiar. Always there when she was in pain, she could handle it better with him beside her. Though the nausea was threatening to overcome her, make her vomit out what little was in her stomach, she managed to to keep the bile from her throat as she shut her streaming eyes.

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Sam had it out for him since the beginning. Damion made it clear that his task was against Whispers and that Sam did the honor of bringing him the muzzle that would seal away any of his usefulness. It struck fear into the normally (not) composed redhead who knew that if he didn't kept up his power he would pay for it. The thought of being silenced, being muted, unable to cry for freedom scared him. It reminded him of the same fate that he had in the facility. Every day that he was tested he had to be fed through a tube and every day he had to himself he only had his own voice to comfort him. No one on the outside could hear him and those that did were sent to silence him.

The only person who remotely provided him comfort was Katherine.

Katherine, the redheaded angel she was, only ever used her illusions with his permission and to help him stay sane. They were mostly messages, but Whispers began to depend on them for mental sustenance. They distracted him from the damage he caused the guards (not that he cared most days) or the growing futility from each failed escape. Even with two of the most powerful psychic users, they couldn't take on the facility and the few times they got close Sam was untouchable. Without her, he had no ground to stand on.

"This won't stop me! I'll force this damn thing over your loud mouth even if it kills me!"

This won't stop me either, he thought as he continued his utterances.

Even despite the fear he'd never actually faced Daimon on a one versus one scenario nor had he been punished by the man enough to instill the fear that came from Ember. She as some anomalies put it "took your breath away" and for someone whose powers were based on sound breathing was much more important than poison. He only had a few seconds to worry about the possibility of Daimon murdering him and even less about Ember's attack so he focused more on assessing the risk of hurting his future partner.

Reiza ended up being a casualty in all of the fighting, someone who took the hit for him and unfortunately, not much could be done for him. He couldn't move out of the way of Damion's acid (typical that Damion didn't care who got hurt) so he got the worst of whatever the black-haired man had to offer. Hopefully he would live, or at least negotiate a deal with his sister for assistance. There would be nothing gained from his death and so much to be lost. He could have healed Katherine, healed him, or perhaps, sedated Ember and Damion from whatever sickness consumed their brains.

From the side, he barely made out Ember's threat to send a blade through his skull but that, too, only scared him into breaking his knife out.

"Proin interdum imperdiet sodales. Phasellus sollicitudin tortor sit amet est maximus pharetra. Pellentesque habitant morbi tristique senectus et netus et malesuada fames ac turpis egestas. Praesent a lobortis sem, sit amet luctus purus. Quisque fringilla massa eget mi consectetur aliquet non non turpis," he gripped his knife tightly, thrusting it forward once Damion lunged,
"Nunc sollicitudin, quam vel consectetur fringilla, sem eros mollis turpis, et porta purus massa vel augue. Proin ultricies pellentesque molestie!"

He wouldn't go out like this, even if it meant dying.

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Delirium began pacing the room, her mind sorting through her options. She could go out there and try to help Stephen, ut likely she'd become indisposed from his noise and do little at all. Or she could stay in here like a coward just waiting until the noise stopped. Which could mean Stephen stopped on his own accord... or someone had silenced him. Neither option looked great. If only she had some means of blocking out the sound. She quickly remembered the blindfold she had saved from her transfer into this place. That combined with the blindfold that had just been used on her, might be able to block out some sound. She looked around for something else that might serve as an earplug. She stepped into the adjoining bathroom and tore of bits of toilet paper and rolled them up to small dense balls. She stuffed them in her ears. She then turned to her two blindfolds. She quickly wrapped both around her head, one coming around her chin and the top of her head, and one going over her nose and around the back of her head. She probably looked rather peculiar, but it made some effort of closing her ears off to sound. She could already tell this was making a difference. It wasn't much, but at least she might be a bit useful if she walked out that door. Looking for anything else that could help her, she tore the sheets off one bed and also wrapped those around her head, under her chin and over the top over her head. Now she really looked ridiculous, but it was just another precaution.

Delirium turned toward the door. She couldn't hear anything right now, but these doors seemed to be pretty thick, so it might be completely different out there. Bracing herself, she opened the door and stepped out. Stepehen's voice still affected her, but at least she could stand it. The words weren't causing her pain, only distracting her. She looked around slowly trying with a lot of effort to concentrate at the task at hand. Stephen and Damion were head to head, Stepehen with a knife, and Damion dripping some sort of poison. There was no way Delirium would be able to intervene, because in this state she could not create an illusion. Ember was also trying to face off with Stepehen, but she was armed and Delirium wasn't. She wouldn't be able to get close to Ember because Delirium didn't really have any means of defending herself. That only left Rezia and Lydia, somewhat separated from the rest of the scuffle.

Delirium quickly observed that Rezia had been caught in the crossfire. Collateral damage of whatever this scuffle was over. The fact that a boy who's only defense was to help others was somehow caught up in this saddened Delirium greatly. She had always that the brother and sister were cowards, selfish little people who never fought back because they had no hope. But it suddenly hit her that maybe it was because they had no choice. They were forced into the facility life just like her, the only difference was that they couldn't rebel like she had. They had everything to lose and nothing to win with. No mental powers, no offensive moves. They were stuck taking care of each other and feeling sorry for themselves. Delirium felt sympathetic, which wasn't a normal emotion for her. She wan't to help.

Maybe it was because Stephen's voice was causing her to not think straight, but Delirium started walking towards Rezia and Lydia. It was clear that without the ear protection Delirium had, they wouldn't be able to get out of hear. Delirium however, had ear protection. She quickly made it over to them. Lydia looked about ready to throw up, and Rezia seemed to still be quite pale from the affects of what had hit him. Reluctantly, she unwound the sheet from around her head and wound it around Rezia's. Small stabs of pain now hit Delirium, but it wasn't unbearable. Without even asking Lydia, she went to pick her up, that way she wouldn't have to walk. Her intention was to carry her to her room and come back for Rezia. They were both taller than her, but Lydia appeared much thinner, so Delirium didn't think she'd have trouble carrying her. Rezia however, seemed to be more muscular, so Delirium wasn't sure. If Lydia didn't want her help so be it. But unless Lydia jumped from her arms, she continued to walk towards their door. It was a struggle, because now Stephen's voice hurt, but she still managed to take small steps.

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Lydia was so wholly focused on Rezia and the sound that was splitting her skull open, that she didn't notice Delirium until the girl was standing right above them. Lydia took her hands off her ears so she could clutch Rezia to herself, shrinking away in fear. She knew that the odds of Delirium having a task against her brother were very high, and wouldn't now be the perfect time to enact it? She'd somehow wrapped cloth over her ears to mute the sound, which Lydia would have found quite clever save for the fact that she could barely think straight thanks to Whisper's continuing noise. There was only one thought in her mind. Protect Rezia.

She slipped her hand into her pocket as Delirium bent over them, fingering the box the syringe was in, trying to discretely pop it open. If she had to, she'd spring like a snake, despite the pain blurring her vision and the nausea that sent the world careening sideways in her eyes. And, to be quite honest, if she did manage to get Delirium, then Whispers would probably stop so he could help her. Lydia didn't know what the syringe would do to the redhead, but knowing Sam, it wouldn't be good. She just hoped it didn't kill her. She didn't know if she could live with that on her head, even for Rezia's sake.

But then Delirium surprised her. She untied one of the wrappings around her head and put it on Rezia. Lydia stared up at her with wide eyes, her mouth hanging slightly open. Why? Maybe it was because he was her target, and she wanted his healing powers before she did whatever it was she had to to him. That was fairly logical. As Delirium looked at her, Lydia made to scoot away in case she was encroaching, reassured that Delirium didn't want to hurt her brother at the moment. He'd be safe with her, hopefully. And she didn't want to make her opponent angry now, in case she did take it out on Rezia later. If she missed, the repercussions would be dangerous, and she knew she wasn't strong enough to win in a physical fight. Nonetheless, her hand was still in her pocket, now thumbing the plunger of the syringe, in case things did come to blows.

Delirium didn't look like she wanted to fight though. There was a softness in her eyes that made Lydia's throat tighten. She knew that look. She'd seen in on the faces of some of the scientists during her eighteen year career here. Pity. It was the last thing she expected to see here, of all places, when it felt like everyone was regarding her with disgust. She felt new tears prick her already wet eyes, these from sadness rather than pain. She could hurt someone defensively, but how could she hurt someone who looked at her with those eyes? The redhead reached down for her, and Lydia curled herself into a smaller ball, trying to lean away, unsure of what the other girl wanted. As she was lifted into the air, she realized that she was being carried back towards her room. Delirium was helping her. As she realized that, with her free hand she reached out to cling to the girl so she wouldn't fall. They were taking short, juddering steps, and she could see the pain on Delirium's face.

Lydia felt like her heart was going to break into a million pieces. She couldn't do this, she couldn't, she couldn't, no, it wasn't fair. She pressed her face against Delirium's shoulder as her brain fuzzily ran through her options. The darkness was a slight reprieve from the pain her in head, but it didn't help clear her thoughts. If anything, the soft warmth of Delirium was only making it harder on her. But this might be her only chance. She had to do it for Rezia. If it was her own health on the line, she'd let this opportunity slip by. She wouldn't harm anyone for her own sake. But Rezia. She couldn't let him be hurt.

So, with fresh, fat tears rolling down her cheeks and an apology fresh on her lips, she lifted her head and at the same time pulled the syringe from her pocket, aiming for a spot on her neck where she could push the plunger down, empty the syringe, and then hopefully wriggle out of Delirium's arms in time to try to catch her if she fell, or help her if something else happened, 'sorry's shrieking from her lips, unheard because of Whispers' intolerable noise.

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Rezia was lost in his own world. He knew he needed to stay focused and see what was happening around him but he just couldn't. The pain and the noises were just too much for him to comprehend at this point in time. He was vaguely aware that somehow Damion was still going after Whispers. He had to be going after him if Whispers kept talking. He just wanted the man to shut up already! Why did his power have to be so damn destructive to hurt everyone and not just a single target? How the hell had he not hurt Delirium more if this was Whispers's power? He had to incapacitate her in a fight if this was any indication of routine.

Rezia felt a shadow over him then and he tensed up. He forced his eyes open and turned, ready to punch someone if need be or try and get away. It was only Lydia thankfully. Lydia!? She should have run to their room! What was she doing beside him? "Lydia! Go to the room!" he yelled, hoping that she'd listen to him for once. Of course, she didn't. No, instead she went right on ahead and grabbed his injured arm and started to heal it. Before he could push her away and stop her from completing the action, the burn was gone. In seconds it reappeared on Lydia's arm and that was more painful for Rezia than getting the burn himself. He hated it when she healed him. He was her big brother and he was the one that was supposed to protect her from harm, damn it! Now Lydia had weakened herself when they needed their strength the most.

Well, there was nothing more he could do about it now. He pulled Lydia closer to him and tried to shield her some way from the noise or at least provide a body shield should anything else come flying towards them. How were they going to get Damion and Whispers to stop? This wasn't going to end well. Rezia glanced at their room which seemed so far away. How was he going to get Lydia there safely? Whispers and Damion were moving all over the place and he didn't want to put Lydia into the middle of that deadly dance. From the corner of his eyes, he saw movement and immediately tensed around his sister. Delirium. Delirium was coming towards them and for once... she didn't look malicious. What did she want with them? He watched as Delirium knelt down beside them and unwrapped one of the fabrics draped over her head. Why would she take off her protection? He tried to back up when she moved towards him with the cloth. Was she going to try and strangle him or something? He was well aware that she had a task against him.

Instead of harm however, Delirium moved his hands to cover him his ears with the cloth instead. His eyes widened and he just looked up at her in surprise. Why was she being so kind and gentle? Nothing in her emotions screamed harm. She.. she pittied them and felt sorry about the their situation. It was surprising since she and her partner had made it clear that she did not like them much. The fiery redhead then turned to his sister and pulled her up into his arms. What was she doing now? He hesitated a moment before he loosened his grip on his sister and let Delirium pick her up. If she helped him, why wouldn't she help Lydia in return? He watched as she headed towards her room with Lydia and sat up. He used the wall for support and very slowly began to follow after them. There was no way he was going to leave Lydia alone with Delirium no matter how friendly she seemed now. People could flip in a matter of seconds here.

And someone did change but it wasn't Delirium. He saw the tears and the hurt in his sister's body. She was sorry for something she was regretting, but what was it? His eye caught movement and saw his sister taking out the needle with the strange liquid she was tasked with delivering to Delirium. Oh dear. This wasn't going to end well. Couldn't she have waited till they were inside of a room to block off this noise?

Rezia rushed forward then to help both his sister and Delirium should she happen to fall. Though they didn't have a choice about what they had to do to each other, Rezia didn't want unnecessary harm to come to Delirium. But what if the injection didn't make Delirium pass out? His sister was in a precarious situation. Again. This time, he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

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By the time Damion finally realized what was happening it was far to late, as he was already lunging toward Whispers and his blade. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, blood oozing from the wound. The pain, and the shock of the blade caused him to drop the precious device, hitting the floor with a thud. He forced himself not to scream. In fact he tried not to show any reaction to the blade currently stuck in his shoulder, with only a mild look of discomfort resting on his face. Despite the injury Damion was exactly where he wanted to be. Soon skin would meet skin, his poison would dance through the blood of his target, and begin its work. So he put the pain to the back of his mind, focusing only on the consequences that would befall his precious Ember should he fail here. Damion steeled himself, everything around him disappeared. He focused only on the prey before him. As far as Damion was concerned Whispers' was nothing more than another disobedient anomaly, which Damion was once again charged with the task of teaching the disobedient one a lesson.

He reached out towards Whispers, his hands taking positions on the irritating mans bare neck, the small amount of acid on his hands doing little else but bringing a slight sting to his target. "You really are stupid."His face was even as he spoke though he took efforts to sound as menacing as possible. Back in the facility, Damion always tried to strike as much fear into his victims, fear always guaranteed the best results after all. "Do you feel tired yet? Light headed, nauseous even? Maybe you feel like you're about to pass out? If not you'll start feeling the effects of my toxin very soon I promise." Damion kept his eyes on Whispers, the man was a fighter and Damion doubted that he wouldn't struggle.

"I wouldn't even bother fighting if I were you. Really you would just make it harder on the both of us. Let me just do what I need to do, and I promise I'll take it off immediately after. I'll even destroy the damn thing for you. Believe me I just want this done, and over with." Damion hadn't decided if he was lying or not. He hated Whispers that was certain, but he was so weary of all this fighting, and violence. He had never wanted to hurt anyone, though he's never really had much of a choice in the matter. Of course than again Whispers hated Damion, and Ember even more so. In fact most of the anger the rebels had was directed towards Ember. They've already provoked her, and caused her a great deal of stress in their brief time her, leaving Damion himself alone. If Damion could shift both their anger and their actions to himself he would gladly do so. Keeping this in mind Damion concentrated on producing some more of his acid. Though he was careful not to produce a large amount, and he made sure it wasn't strong enough to cause any real damage.

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Ember was on the verge of collapsing on the floor as the noise only increased. The next few seconds came far too quickly. Lydia had rushed to her brothers side to heal him and then Delirium made a re-appearance. Her head was wrapped in many pieces of linen to protect herself from Whispers verbal tirade. Ember hated her in that moment as she was by far in the best position for now. This quickly changed as she leant over Rezia and gave him some material to protect him. Ember only pressed her hands harder over her ears, her skull throbbing continuously.

Delirium then proceeded to pick up Lydia. At first Ember's first assumption was that she was going to harm her in some way, but instead the auburn haired girl began to carry Lydia to safety. Far more shocking was Lydia's reaction. In a flash the syringe was out as the girl half sobbing made a valiant attempt at getting the needle into Delirium's neck. Movement in the corner of her eye drew Ember's attention to Rezia who rushed to his sister.

Immediately she ignored the group, they could scuffle and fight to their hearts content, she was far more concerned about Damion. Despite her admittedly pathetic threat, Whispers seemed entirely content to keep stringing out his strange words. To make matters far worse he pulled out a knife. Unheard, Ember made a strangled choking sound as it was revealed. He had a knife. Sam gave him a knife! Her eyes melted into their light grey as through the pain she stared at him in fear. Of all the people to have a weapon, Whispers was the one she deemed the least appropriate. Her fear for Damion was quickly escalating and now she certainly did not have the capabilities to carry out her threat upon Whispers.

In mere seconds she watched horrified as Damion lunged at Whispers too late to avoid the blade. Dimly she realised she had screamed out his name as she rushed to his side. The muzzle had dropped to the floor and there was blood starting to pool around the wound. Despite the lack of facial expression Ember could see the pain etched in his eyes and the way his facial muscles had tensed. Red hot fury flowed through her and she turned her murderous gaze to Whispers, her eyes alight with red fire as Damion clamped his hands on the man's shoulders. She had never felt such strong hatred against anyone but Sam. Damion had been through far too much and to see him in any sort of pain sent her into an all-consuming rage.

As Damion began to in effect torture the rebel, Ember watched on ready to step in if needed with the knife still clasped tightly in her hand. Despite her own urge to harm Whispers, Damion's words sent pangs of regret into her. Two years ago he never would have made any situation more painful for another than it needed to be. Yet now he spoke the language of intimidation with ease. Her own change had been gradual but it was far too easy to see the effect two years under the command to Sam had changed Damion. He had been the gentle boy next door the last time she had seen him…and now, just like her, he had become a hardened killer.

Rather than deal with the painful memories of their past, Ember focused on the pain and nausea while attempting to prepare herself to assist her partner if need be. The terror of Whispers harming Damion further had not subsided, the man still had a grip on the knife and at any second she realised she may watch it become wrenched from Damion's shoulder.

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Stephen Winters | The Rebel | Neural Disruption | #F70D1A

Whispers had anticipated three things in the moment that Damion leaped forward: he would get stabbed, he would (to some extent) be hindered, and he would try to kill him. It was natural for a Dark One to do that sort of thing and as Sam wrote in the letter, they were no longer indispensable. For them, this would be revenge for all the years that the Rebels remained thorns in the facility's side as well as whatever personal grudge Damion had against the red-haired anomaly (although he was sure that Ember would have rather had the pleasure of silencing him).

Still that didn't stop Whispers's survival instinct from kicking in. As Damion grabbed his neck, Whispers twisted the knife deeper into the other man's shoulder as if to spite the awful executioner. He didn't answer the accusations of nausea or lightheadedness, rather he couldn't because that part of his brain devoted was loaded with adrenaline. If he deviated even a little from his goal he would collapse and that would be the end of everything. Either he would beat out Damion or Damion would kill him.

He supposed that was why his sister considered him so binary. She called him simple, which wasn't to say that he didn't have the capacity for deeper thought but that he never broke out of the idea that the world was a series of dualities. He couldn't see a third option outside of what was happening now. The little details like a blur of red in the background, dulled voices, and Ember's positioning got lost under the haze of his frenzied mind and poison pumping into his body. There were too many feelings reverberating in his system: nausea, fatigue, pain, perhaps regret? He hated being here. He hated being here. He hated that even with Katherine in his life, he felt hollow.

His pitch lowered and his words jumbled until all he could do his grip Damion's shoulder to stand (his neck was very obviously out of the question). The offer to immediately remove the mask felt like a complete lie, but how much longer could he hold out before he actually died? If he died he would be leaving Katherine to deal with the other four alone and the sacrifice would be for nothing.

"There's no such thing as 'no options'" right Sarah? he thought as he shut his mouth.

His throat was raspy now and would likely stay that way until he rested, but that wouldn't matter as he conceded defeat.

"Give me the key," he coughed, "and I'll believe you."

Hopefully Damion would comply as the resolution was looking dim.

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Carrying Lydia was more of a struggle than Delirium had anticipated. Stephen's voice was preventing her from dashing towards the door to Lydia and Rezia's room. Delirium glanced down at the figure in her arms to notice that she was crying. Delrium panicked, thinking maybe Lydia was hurt and Delirium was only making matters worse. Turning back towards the door, she picked up her pace, then stopped short, dumbstruck as pain bloomed in her neck. Delirium yelped in pain, twisting blindly to see what had happened. It almost felt like a bee had stung her. A slow fiery burn was spreading on her neck. And there, protruding from her neck was a needle, in the hand of Lydia.

"What the hell!?" Delirium shouted, practically throwing Lydia off of her. She felt a twang of regret as the girl tumbled out of her arms, but that twang went away as the injection site was now burning like fire. Delirium stooped to pick up the needle, almost as if this was the key to understanding what had just happened. Her neck was on fire, like thousands of small needles were stabbing into her skin. Delirium didn't know whether or not she was yelling, but her vision was slightly blurred and her cheeks were wet. She realized she was crying. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt so bad that Delirium swatted at her neck, as if to put a flame out. She sucked in a breath and squeezed her eyes shut, willing the pain to pass.

And suddenly it was gone. But another pain lingered. A biting pain: regret maybe? This is what she gets for showing kindness. This is what she gets for actually being human for once in her life. This is what she gets for caring about someone other than herself: a needle to the neck. The sound that came out of Dleirium was almost like that of an animal, a low guttural growl that turned into a hissing word.
"You." She practically spit the word at Lydia, and anger fumed off of her. In a sense Delirium was relieved. If that was all there was to the task, then it wasn't that bad.

Lydia only smiled at her, until the smile slowly spread across her face, skin literally ripping open to expose sharp pointed teeth. "Lydia?" She said hesitantly, taking a step back. Something was seriously wrong. However, Lydia was becoming grotesque, her limbs breaking and bending in ways they shouldn't, red pulsing things growing out of her body. Delirium fell down in startled fear. What had happened? What was Stephen's noise doing to Lydia? But as Delirium looked around she noticed everyone else was also a grotesque mass of limbs and blood. Delirium sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. She opened them again and everyone was gone.

Out of her mind. Delirium was out of her mind. It was like the vision's Delirium created, except she couldn't stop it. Ember suddenly appeared with a dagger in one hand, holding Stephen's head in the other; red and messy. Delirium crawled into a ball and rocked on her heels. Her stomach heaved in protest. Delirium bit back the bile that rose in her throat and looked away. But there was no escaping the vision. The vision stung in her mind, the vision appearing on her closed eyelids. She screamed out a sob and wept. Stephen was dead. Stephen was dead. Delirium was gone. Everything was dead.

She was lost inside herself, and yet the back of her mind whispered to her mockingly, telling her that there was more to the task against her than she had realized. Lydia would die when Delirium escaped this hell. But for now, her world burned.

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Delirium cursed, and Lydia felt a sudden vertigo as she was pushed away from the red-head, still clutching the syringe in numb fingers. As she hit the ground, needle clattering away from her hand, she wondered for a moment if she'd hit her head too hard and lost her hearing, because all of a sudden the noise that had been buzzing so painfully in her brain was gone. She didn't have time to look through her tear glazed eyes to see why Whispers had stopped. Clutching her left arm, she'd landed there hard enough to leave a considerable bruise on her elbow, one she didn't have time to heal, so the blooming spot of blood under her skin would just have to stay there for now, she rolled onto her knees, and looked up at Delirium, who had tears streaking down her face. Lydia was crying too, in horror at what she'd done. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair at all. She had to do it, but to see someone, even an enemy, suffer in such a way, made a cold fist clench in her stomach.

Delirium spit a venomous word at her, and Lydia bowed her head. "Sorry, sorry, sorry..." She cried, tears dripping from her chin. She managed to calm herself down a little, hiccoughing, softly, Delirium's voice became more hesitant, asking her name. Lydia looked up, her mouth open, trying to protect herself with her arms in case the girl was preparing to attack her. But Delirium was looking with a measure of horror in her face, somewhere in the empty air above Lydia's head. What? Suddenly she took a step back, looking around, her eyes blank with horror. Lydia pressed her hands to her mouth. What had she done to Delirium? The girl fell down, and after a few moments curled up in a ball, and Lydia crawled over to her, trying to figure out how to help.

Listening to the red-head cry made her want to start crying again, but there were no tears left. Her eyes desperately sought out Rezia. "I had to, I-I-I didn't have a choice, I had to, I didn't mean to hurt her, I didn't know what it did, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She babbled, the words barely decipherable in her tear-choked voice, half talking to Rezia and half to the unresponsive Delirium.

She wished it had done something physical. She could fix that. She could apologize, and fix it, and everything would be fine, and Delirium wouldn't have that terrified look on her face that no one deserved. Maybe she could? It was worth a shot. She reached out, placing her hand on Delirium's cheek with one shaking numb hand, and with the other rubbing the girl's back in a manner she hoped was some kind of comforting, or at the very least not more terrifying, and shut her eyes. Visible wounds were easy to heal, she could just concentrate on them and heal them, but internal wounds were more difficult. She delved through Delirium's physical being quickly, rifling through ligaments and bones and muscle, able to sense the level of health each individual part of the girl's being. If she wanted to, she could inventory her physical weaknesses, but she was in too much of a rush. But she couldn't find the problem. The brain was an unfamiliar organ, she could heal physical damage to the brain, a concussion or swelling, and she could level the hormones, but she knew that clearing Delirium's adrenaline wouldn't help if the medication was doing something to her higher consciousness to stimulate it.

And she couldn't get rid of the the serum, just quell physical effects. She was useless. There was nothing she could do to fix this stupid mess she'd made. She pulled her hand away from Delirium's wet cheek, using her shaking fingers to brush away the tears that were streaming down them. Delirium deserved the dignity of not having tears and snot streaming down her face. But each rolling drop whispered that it was her fault, her fault, she'd done this to Delirium. How dare she? Even though Whisper's intolerable noise had long stopped, Lydia felt like vomiting again.

"I can't fix it Rezia, I don't know what to do." She wailed after a few moments, tears threatening to well up in her eyes again. "It's all my fault. I didn't want to hurt her."