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Rezia

"I can feel everyone else but myself."

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

Description

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BASICS


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{ AGE }
17

{ GENDER }
Male

{ PARTNER }
Lydia



ABILITY:


{ Empathic Healing }
Similar to his twin sister, Rezia has the ability to heal others. While Lydia can heal the physical body, Rezia has the capability to heal mental wounds and burdens. This can range from a variety of mental illnesses, negative emotional states, and stressful burdens. To do this, Rezia needs eye contact rather than physical contact. Once he has someone's gaze locked with his own, he is able to take on their emotional and mental problems onto himself which then manifests as physical pain for him. As he takes away the persons sorrows or whatever ails them, Rezia is able to give them a sense of peace. It is almost like he is draining away the negative and injecting the positive. They start feeling uplifted about their present state and a numbing of any emotional pain they are feeling. They gain a positive outlook on their future and are able to sift through their problems without all the negative icky stuff holding them back. However, as stated earlier, Rezia takes in all of that negative energy and he physically feels the pain for hours after the healing takes place. The more serious the emotional burden, the worse pain Rezia feels and for longer periods of times often leaving Rezia depressed, irritated, and reactive.

Like his sister, Rezia's power resides in his eyes. Rezia also exhibits an eye color change like his sister when he is using his ability. Unlike her change however, his eyes fade from their natural golden hue to near white. It often changes from amber to pale yellow and so on until the hints of color fade away making it look like he has lost his vision. He is the most drained when his eyes are white, indicating that he has taken up a lot of negative energy and has spent himself completely. As he recharges, his eye color shifts to grey and slowly regains its amber color.

Again, similar to his sister, he is able to form the connection and heal a person with much less strain if he has performed a healing on them before. He requires trust and a steady rapport with his patient if he is to delve deep enough into someone's emotions to do them any sort of good. He often can not 'suck' up all of the negative energy in the first session and requires a couple of treatments before the person's hurt has been healed. This doesn't mean the person will never face problems and bouts of depression. He can only take up the overwhelming flow and help a person improve for a few weeks. It is up to the person to change their lifestyle.


{ Weaknesses }
Rezia has a couple of downsides to his ability. The first of which was described above. The emotional pain he takes from others becomes physical pain for him. The more intense the emotional pain, the more intensely he physically suffers. He doesn't gain any physical scars from this but the pain leaves scars in Rezia's own mind. It often leaves Rezia a bit numb emotionally or in bouts of depression a couple of days after the healing. Right afterward and if the pain lasts a couple of days, he becomes rather irritable and reactive to others. He has even snapped at his sister on occasion.

The second limitation of his ability is the fact that he can't really turn it off. Though he needs eye contact to actually heal someone, Rezia is empathic and can feel the emotions of those around him. It often leaves him wondering whose emotions he is feeling; his own or someone else's? Lastly, Rezia cannot heal himself, though he has tried by looking into a mirror. His ability doesn't allow him to heal his own mental wounds.


{ Containment }
The scientists have often covered his eyes with a bandana or some other binding to keep him from starting a healing session since the more Rezia has used this ability the less control he has over it and often slips into healing mode with direct eye contact even without the will to do so. Rezia doesn't often use his ability of his own volition since it causes him pain and he doesn't much like pain. He often does get emotionally overloaded around others so he has also been contained through solitary confinement not out of fear that he would do something but as a way to get him to calm down. It allows him a space to get his rage out and be 'one' again without having intruding emotions clouding him but he doesn't much like small spaces. He has also been restrained with a straight jacket because of his pain induced rage until he calms down, or rather, until he falls into depression. He has never tried to escape or cause any real harm so all of this is mostly for his protection.



PERSONALITY:


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Rezia used to be a very loving and open individual. He loved life and all the wonders it could offer. He even loved the company of others around him and talked to them often, always interested in how he could help. Even as a young child he seemed to bring a smile into the room with him and understood others on an emotional level. He had always been someone others could talk to and get their mind off things or for a little pick me up though at the time, Rezia didn't realize that was his gift and curse. His main concern was always making his sister smile and support her when she fell down. He was her supportive 'big' brother. That was what he was supposed to do and he took joy from being able to fulfill that duty to her. He never wanted her to miss anything in her life.

The longer Rezia spends in the facility however, and the more he uses his power, the more he has changed. Like his sister, his power has eaten him up. Though Lyda's power devours her physically and makes it quite plane how it destroys her, Rezia's power destroys him from the inside out. It is just the nature of the twins; the yin and yang. Rezia continues to try and support his sister and keep her safe but he sees her pain, can feel her pain. He knows more than anyone that he is her life line and she harbors great sadness, just going through the motions of living. These emotions often leak out to him and he tries to make her smile, using a bit of his own ability to cheer her up and take some of that negativity away but her sorrow is deep and he can't take it all away. His desire to protect her has forced him to hide his own pain for fear that by talking about it would put more strain on her delicate balance so he swallows his own pain and just supports her. In all reality however, he needs her support and is faking more of his personality and emotions than feeling them.

Rezia no longer smiles. He pretends to smile and the rare sorta smile he gives his sister is just to try and cheer her up though happiness almost feels foreign to him. He lives in pain and most days he can bear it and ignore it. Sometimes though, his facade slips and he breaks down into depression and wishes for nothing. He just sits in a corner and wishes the world would go away. And the worst part isn't even the depression; it's the frustration. The intense pain right after a healing or prolonged healing make him snappy and he has often turned that venom to his sister who is the only person who interacts with him during these mood swings. He never wants to hurt Lydia and yet, he hurts her with his words if she comes to him. Lydia calls him her life line, her protector but it is Lydia that is keeping Rezia mostly sane and struggling to try and remember himself. He wants desperately to be the way he was before but the pain is hollowing him out and turning him bitter and lost.


{ Passions }
❖ His sister is his passion. She is his only family and she keeps him sane. He always wants to ensure her safety and well-being, regardless of his own problems.
❖ Painting - Painting is an outlet for Rezia. It allow him to focus on one thing and forget the swirling emotions around him and gives him a sense of peace. It is almost like self-therapy since Rezia is able to paint out his own emotions and feelings and get rid of his own negativity since he can't heal himself with his ability.
❖ Music - Music is another form of therapy for Rezia. He often blasts music if he is allowed and drowns everyone else out. Besides listening to music, Rezia adores playing the violin.
❖ Organizing - Rezia found that he really likes to organize things and making sure they are neat. He always wants to keep busy and organizing is a great way to do that.
❖ Card games - Rezia actually enjoys playing card games with others. Some may call it cheating, but he calls it being able to read your opponent. He can feel the emotions of his opponent so he can play his hand accordingly. As such, he hasn't lost a card game yet. It is the only time his ability helps him with anything. He is eager to play with someone who he can't read to see how good his gaming ability is without the use of his empathy.


{ Dislikes }
❖ Being restrained - he hates feeling out of control and being restrained means he lost emotional control of himself.
❖ Pain - Rezia absolutely hates pain and does what he can to try and avoid it though it is kind of hard to do when your ability causes it.
❖ Testing - This goes without saying; he hates being poked and prodded and studied. He is human after all and would rather forgo all of that and just live.
❖ Seeing others suffer - He doesn't like to see others suffering, especially when it is his sister. Though he doesn't like pain either, he will offer his help to alleviate some of the pain others are going through. He can feel their pain as his own after all and he wants it to end.
❖ Fish - They are nasty and smelly and slimy. Why would anyone like fish? Food or otherwise.
❖ Rain - He is very much like a cat. He doesn't like rain and getting wet for no reason. He'll even become prickly and moody in the rain since he is not fond of being cold. One could even swear he hisses.
❖ Cold - Hence one of the reasons why he hates the rain so much. He doesn't like being cold and often gets sick pretty fast.
❖ His sister's ability - Rezia hates it when his sister uses her ability since she doesn't then turn around and use it on herself. He can't heal himself so knowing that she takes on injuries and then doesn't heal herself though she can pisses him off and he hates it when she takes his wounds. He wants to protect her, not cause her pain.
❖ Sam - Rezia doesn't exactly fear Sam since Sam hasn't hurt him or his sister too badly. All of the stuff the scientists due... that is just normal to Rezia since he doesn't know anything else. He doesn't like Sam however and ensures he does what he is told just so Sam would go back to leaving them alone.


{ Weaknesses }
Rezia's main personal weakness would have to be his sister. Without his sister, he would be alone. She is the center of his world and he does what he can to keep her happy and safe. Though he is empathic, he doesn't often get very close to other people because he doesn't want to feel their emotions. It takes a lot out of him and he is used to his sister's emotions floating around. He had a much higher tolerance for her emotions though he hates to feel her pain and will often heal her regardless of his personal cost. If his sister is threatened, he would cave and do whatever was asked of him.

{ Fears }
❖ Rezia is afraid of losing his sister. She is the only family he has and the only one who really understand him. Without her, he fears that he would be lost and alone. He loves her dearly and the reason why he'll suffer anything that comes their way.
❖ Rezia is afraid of losing control. In reality, he is afraid of losing himself. His abilities change his emotional state and his personality has shifted dramatically and fears that in the end, he will be a completely different person and he doesn't like what he is becoming.
❖ Rezia fears being utterly alone. Though he is more at peace without people crowding around him, Rezia can't bear to be alone. The thought of never interacting with anyone makes him very depressed and he misses the fact that he used to love being around people.




APPEARANCE:



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Rezia is lean with a light muscular build made for agility rather than strength. Like his sister, he reaches about five feet and 7 inches; something he doesn't really like. He wished he was taller to offer more protection to his sister. He feels short and not very intimidating. His face is angular and slightly boyish, making him look a bit younger than he is. And this just serves to make him look more like a vulnerable target. His eyes are deep set and harbor an air of suffering in them and echo the struggles he harbors internally. He doesn't have a single scar on his body since his sister kindly ensures that he doesn't have any from the testing they gow through.

Unlike his sister's warm locks of gold, Rezia's hair is platinum blond and cut off at the base of his neck. She has curls and he has straight hair. At least his hair is just as soft as hers. He keeps his bangs long, letting them grow down to his nose and uses them to hide his eyes. If Lydia is light and color, he is darkness and faded and this is reflected their appearance and the color changing they go through when using their powers. Since his eyes are the portal to his power, he tries to keep them covered or look down so he doesn't accidentally lock his gaze with someone and start the emotional bonding required for his ability. Since he stares down constantly, it appears that the young man lacks confidence in himself and is weak. He slouches a lot as if weighed down by something that he can't stand up straight. He is a bit on the pale side from his lack of sun exposure. The only real 'life' and color in the man is the amber hues of his eyes, but even those fade and become haunted and hollow during his healing. All in all, Rezia looks like a man compliant for no other reason than that he feels defeated.


{ Defining Features }
Rezia sports a tattoo of a Beta symbol on his right shoulder. Rezia was given this symbol by the scientists when he turned 11. They didn't explain why he received the tattoo and didn't much mother to inquire about it. He thought it looked pretty cool at the time and doesn't realize the double meaning of the symbol. The scientists have effectively labeled him 'Beta', the second form of Lydia who is the original.

{ Weight }
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{ Build }
Lean




THOUGHTS ON OTHERS:



{ The Dark Ones }
Rezia hates to admit it, but he is afraid of them. They can hurt him and his sister and will do so if Sam tells them to. He doesn't know their personality or their motivation but he doesn't want to deal with them. If they are forced to interact, he fears that something will happen and Lydia would be taken away from him. He wouldn't be able to fight them off after all. He's also terrified of being anywhere near them. What would their emotional states be like? If he was around them long enough, their emotions would bombard him and he really doesn't want to feel their emotions.

{ The Rebels }
Somewhere inside of him, Rezia is jealous of the rebels for their ability to go against the scientists and fight for their freedom. They aren't afraid and they have confidence in themselves. On the other side of the coin, he finds their actions stupid. Why endure more pain when you know you won't be able to escape? It is better to comply with the demands and gain the few comforts allowed. Beside, he would never risk losing his sister to hopeless dreams. He is a bit nervous about them though. What would they try and do to him and his sister? They aren't equipped to handle them and he feels they would have very intense emotions.




HISTORY:


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{ Ability }
Rezia is a bit tricky to explain. Rezia wasn't born naturally but he was born with his abilities. The scientists had been wanting to craft more healers and they already had Lydia's mother. When she gave birth to Lydia, The scientists used some of her sells and played around with her DNA to create him in a test tube. The goal was to create a male version of Lydia. They didn't know if Lydia truly had the gifts her mother had so he was intended to be her replacement if she failed. If he failed, they'd just discard him and keep Lydia and try again. Though he was always empathic, he didn't really show any signs of his healing ability until the age of 10. It was very different than Lydia's gift, but it was interesting enough that the scientists decided to keep him alive and monitor his gifts.

{ Free Life }
Rezia was born in the facility so he knows of no other life. Maybe that is why he doesn't want to fight like the rebels. He doesn't know what he would be fighting for. The life outside was always just a misty dream.

{ Facility Life }
Rezia was created in the lab and Lydia was born into it. Though he was created, he and Lydia were raised together as siblings hoping that they would help each other induce their powers. It also provided an easier explanation as to why the two were very similar in both appearance, personality, and ability, though they have their own variations. They never told Rezia that he was essentially a modified clone of Lydia nor the fact that he isn't truly her brother. They kept it that way to see how their relationship and abilities developed without having one exhibit something because they were trying to copy the other.

To improve their experiment, the two were raised together and had very similar experiences. Because they were simple children, they were allowed to grow like regular children and often played outside in the lab's gardens and offered more opportunities than the other children that were brought there. They were happy children and didn't think there was anything wrong with the facility at the time. When Lydia gained her power at 7 years old however, things began to change. The scientists often took her away to do testings and there were times he wasn't allowed to see his sister. It made Rezia feel very lonely and sad. Each day that passed and he didn't exhibit his own powers, the more agitated and cold the scientists became around him and he started to feel like he was unworthy of attention and unloved because he wasn't special. He didn't realize that he'd been exhibiting his empathy for years and no one had been looking for that particular trait. They were too focused on physical healing.

It wasn't till he was 11 that he finally exhibited anything by accident. The scientists had come in to take Rezia away and eliminate him since he was a failure and work the young boy up form his bed. They led him sleepily to an isolated room where another doctor was waiting with a preped syringe of blue liquid that would knock him out, euthanizing him much like one would a dog. Rezia was sat down and the young boy looked up at his executioner's face and without warning, the two of them froze as they stared at each other unblinking. After a few minutes the two blinked and the scientists was smiling. He even teared up in his joy and had to put the syringe down least he hit someone else. The man was just overjoyed again and his immediate problems had gone away. He couldn't even describe the relief he was feeling. Rezia however, had curled up in the chair and hugged his abdomen as if someone had slice him through.

This curious behavior lead Sam to keep the little copy and began his experimentation on the boy to see what powers he had that contrasted with his sister's. He found it fascinating that two people with almost identical genes had manifested their power differently. And since then, Rezia and Lydia were separated and threatened that if they should disobey, they'd never see each other again and the other would be severely punished. It didn't take them long to learn that cooperation was the best policy. They were able to see each other again after all, and were allowed simple pleasantries that other anomalies were denied.





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{ THEME SONGS }
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So begins...

Rezia's Story

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Stephen Winters | The Rebel | Neural Disruption | #F70D1A

"What do you want with me?"

Ah what did he want from Ember? The obvious answer was for her to fulfill his task but on a deeper level, a level of mutual understanding. Would she understand enough to walk into that elevator and see Sam? Stephen knew enough about her (and facility members in general) to know that none of them ever wanted to see Sam for any occasion and he would have to either trick her or force her. That would certainly be how it went for him. Hell, he'd already lost his advantage by giving his knife up and destroying the muzzle. Even if it was only meant for him he could have forced onto Damion or something.

You were always such a short-term thinker, Sarah seemed to whisper in his head.

Incidentally, Reiza didn't have the same line of thought seeing as he tackled Damion to the ground. He begged and pleaded for the black-haired boy not to eat any bread which wouldn't have bothered him save for the fact that Katherine intervened. She couldn't stand to let Reiza die which was enough to make Whispers follow after. She stood in his place, face to face with Damion and Ember while Reiza was pushed to the side. Honestly, he didn't know if she was an angel or a demon for tempting him to become mediator but he followed nonetheless. She had a talent for diving headfirst into situations and while she could handle herself he didn't want to freeze up while she put herself in harm's way. It would have made all her efforts useless.

"All of you stop!" he yelled, "Kathrine's right. I hate all of you, but it's useless trying to kill each other when we're still stuck here. This is what he wants. He wants us arguing and provoking each other. You already know this Ember so why the fuck are you playing along?"

The look in his eyes was pained, pleading almost for Ember to say something as much as it was for everyone to give up their arms and figure something out. Reiza, harmless as he was, had already figured out that much about the supposed Dark One and had it been Stephen, it would only give him more reason to kill the mental healer but it wasn't him. It was Damion and Stephen had no clue how the black-haired male would react when there were so many people against him.

He was never as smart or as eloquent as Sarah or even Reiza but once he had their attention he needed to keep speaking.

"I don't have my mask anymore, but in case you forgot you don't have my muzzle either. I can scream until we're all too weak to hurt each other or we can just stop."

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Rezia was gone before she could even register it, tackling Damion, and then Ember was on him, pulling him away. Lydia felt her throat constrict. She had to do something, she had to save her brother somehow, tell them that it had been a misunderstanding, that it was fine if he ate, everything would be fine, anything to save Rezia, even at the cost of her own life. Damion was talking, and Rezia was talking back, but she couldn't hear anything but the sound of her blood rushing in her ears. She forced herself to move forward, she wanted to push in between Rezia and Damion, shield him with her body, but she didn't want to make things worse, and her limbs felt like lead. Was this a panic attack? A sob boiled at the back of her throat, threatening to tear out.

God, what if he hurt Rezia, and then she was taken away from him? She wouldn't be able to heal him like last time, everything was going wrong, this wasn't what she'd wanted to happen. Her fingers went to her scalp, raking through her hair anxiously, pulling out long golden strands in their furtive combing. She was almost to the entrance to the room, but she wasn't any closer to thinking of the magical solution that would fix everything and save her brother. Her body was shaking, her thin limbs quivering violently, like paper in front of a vent. She looked like a little paper doll, with her white dress smudged with the brownish blood that Rezia had coughed up the day before.

And then Delirium flew back into the room like an avenging angel, pushing between Rezia and Damion, her voice sharp and clear. Lydia could have fainted from relief. Delirium, oh, sweet Delirium, god she could really cry now at the terrible thing she'd done to the girl. Lydia's mouth opened and she emitted a small shriek as she darted across the room in a sudden fit of speed, into her brother's chest, wrapping her arms around his neck and hiding her face in his chest for a moment. It served a dual purpose. It calmed her down, her body was still shaking, but she also had her back to Damion, which mean that she'd joined Delirium in shielding her brother from the black haired male.

"Rezia, Rezia, it's fine, let him have the food, I'm not worth you getting hurt," she pulled back to stare him in the eye for a moment, her thin hands still clutching his shoulders. "Sam won't get more than an hour or two out of me anyway, I won't suffer." Her voice cracked, she was lying, lying, he could keep her alive for weeks if he wanted to, slowly cutting away at her. She had to turn her eyes away, so her body twisted as she looked towards Damion. "He'll take what he wants anyway, and if he hurts you I wo- I won't be there to heal you." She was still talking to Rezia, her fingers tightening over his shoulders as her eyes wandered. The expression in her eyes was that of a wild animal, vacantly frightened, but therein simmered hatred, the fearful rage of a cornered animal. If only she had the power to protect her brother. But she was the compliant one. Compliant, complicit in everything, down to her own death.

If souls truly did exist, was there anything left in hers?

If she'd been able to, would she have killed Damion for threatening her brother? For threatening her? She hadn't known what the serum would do to Delirium when she stabbed it into her neck, it could have killed her, and while she felt bad for doing such a terrible thing, wouldn't she just do it again the same way if she was given the choice? Anything for Rezia, anything for Rezia. Was she insane? Was she a monster too? For wanting to hurt Delirium to keep her brother safe. No it wasn't even that it was Delirium, would she have done that to anyone to keep her brother safe? Others were just faceless pawns, stairs to step on as she struggled to keep her grasp on the one thing in her whole life that had ever been there for her, the one person she could always trust. And these weren't scientists anymore, these were just kids. They couldn't take Rezia away from her to force her compliance.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, and she quickly turned her head back to Rezia, her face near his ear and horror in her voice. "I'm a monster too." She whispered in revelation on shaky, half-formed breaths. "I want to kill him so badly right now that it hurts."

A single choked sob. Or was it a chuckle? Hard to tell.

She could feel it now, it was so easy that it momentarily stole her breath away. If she ran, right now, and hid in her room, Ember wouldn't be able to finish her task, and she could take Damion down with her. And then Ember would be all alone against Whispers and Delirium, and since they seemed to have accepted Rezia into their little pack, he'd be safe. And the smile, oh the smile that curled up on the pale little girl's face as she stared vacantly over Rezia's shoulder as her body curled, ready to run, ready to fight with the only tool left to her.

She was a healer. But she could kill, oh, she could kill too. She had the power to stop death, but what if she chose not to? What if she just sat back and watched him die? Watched them all die? Kill them all. Then it would just be Rezia, and Rezia would be safe and it would all be good, he'd be safe, that was all that was important.

She really was a monster, wasn't she?

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One instant Damion was on the floor with Rezia with the upper hand, and the next she had yanked Rezia away and now he had to face Damion's gloveless pale hand. The hatred pouring out of Damion's mouth frightened her. This was the Damion Sam had created, she knew, and he terrified her. Without her will her eyes lightened, though she forced her expression to remain unreadable.

Rezia was instantly attacking Damion back verbally. At the truth of his words Ember's mouth went dry, however she tried rather pointlessly to convince herself it wasn't true. She and Damion were different from the others. They didn't know the half of what she and Damion had been through despite what Rezia said.

"Damion…" she found herself half whimpering his name as she felt all the others in the room grow hostile.

Delirium pushed Rezia aside and now stood between herself and him. That's when Ember noticed the pictures. She looked down in horror at her past. For a moment Delirium was busy confronting Damion, and all Ember could do was stare in expressionless shock at all the images. Some were not her own, but hers were by far the worst. The sudden confrontation of a history she had always shoved into the back of her mind awoke a deep anger tainted by her fear and pain.

"You made peace with you past!"she suddenly spoke up shrilly staring at Delirium. "How dare you dig up mine."

Her voice immediately lowered dangerously. To her right Lydia had curled herself around Rezia, but he was no longer Ember's concern. Whispers stopped her before her emotional tirade continued.

"All of you stop!...This is what he wants. He wants us arguing and provoking each other.You already know this Ember so why the fuck are you playing along?"

Feeling threatened and memories of the past threatening to engulf her, Ember was in no mood to respond kindly to Whispers pleading. She could tell he was trying to engage what was left of her humanity, but if he wanted her to listen he should have stopped Deliriums hateful theft.

"Playing along!" Her voice was scream of anger and frustration. "You think I'm stupid? I'm not you and Delirium! I don't rebel- not anymore. You are the one that should know. I do what Sam wants- understand? Because I'm never facing his anger again."

Her anger was starting to melt into despair and her whole frame was shaking.

"You make peace, and go against the grain if you want. But I will not. I'm not strong enough to face him."

Unbidden hot angry tears started to gather and fall. Furiously she brushed them way, her small hands fists.

"I don't have my mask anymore, but in case you forgot you don't have my muzzle either. I can scream until we're all too weak to hurt each other or we can just stop."

Fearfully she glanced over to Damion. He knew. He had to. He had no choice but to back down. But if he did what would the others do to them? Now they had even lost Lydia. Ember couldn't help remembering the nights terror of her fate being in the hands of Whispers and with all of the others now in power they could do what they liked with both herself and Damion. Her fingers curled and uncurled wishing she had the knife. If she had she was certain Whispers would have the hilt protruding from his chest.

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Things were getting rather fiery in the room. His head hadn't recovered from his ordeal and any protection he could have put up was immediately shredded as he was bombarded with everyones' hyped up emotions. The worst was when Lydia rushed to him. Her physical contact and her immediately terror sent a searing knife through his skull and Rezia stumbled, nearly falling to the ground with his sister. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth. He gripped his sister tightly and realized that it probably hurt his sister. He forced his hands to relax on her shoulders and avoided looking down at her. He hated that his anger boiled and he wanted to shove her back. Didn't she understand? He was doing this for her! It was all pointless if she died or hurt herself in the process! Rezia was sure he'd kill himself if Lydia was murdered because of him. She was his little sister. He was the one that needed to protect her, not the other way around! Every time he tried to protect her, she stood in the way and put herself in harms way all over again. It frustrated him to no end and she didn't seem to understand it all all.

He sighed and ran his shaky fingers through Lydia's hair. Monster? She wasn't a monster. She was just terrified. Her sorrow hurt him more deeply than anything else in the room. "Lydia you aren't a monster. You think I don't have the same sentiment? Especially towards Sam? It is just emotions. You and I are doing what we can to keep each other safe and survive. That doesn't make you a monster or any one of us evil. You need to calm down. I am sorry but we have to talk about this later, alone." It was getting harder to think clearly. He looked up at Delirium and even Whispers that had come to their aid. He couldn't believe they were actually there to help him and Lydia. Maybe there was hope after all. Both of them were actually making sense for once. And even more shocking was the fact that Damion had actually stopped. He was listening to reason and he wasn't going to eat. And dare he admit he heard Damion's whispered apology? No, he didn't hear it, he felt it. That alone made his muscles relax. Maybe from here on out everyone could just communicate with each other. Things had to get better if they all cooperated. He even smiled when Delirum offered to make this sentence easier for Damion so he didn't have to suffer from his hunger. Even Ember seemed to be backing down.

"Damion... look, I know that there is something about me that you despise. I am sorry I tackled you but that was the only thing I could do to get you to stop. I don't hate you and I don't wish you or Ember any sort of harm. I can't hurt you anyway. You are both stronger than I am and my power is far from destructive. Like Delirium said, I understand your pain and understand that you were protecting each other in your way just as we try and protect those we love and live for in ours. I am a healer just like Lydia but I don't heal the physical, I heal the mental aches," he reminded. "I would be more than happy to extend my hand to you both and help you heal that pain you horde in your heart. I can only offer that if we all agree to actually help each other. I didn't mean to scare you when I first saw your pain. I am not actively seeking anything out. I can't turn it off no matter how much I wish I could and I don't want to flaunt your pain. I know it is personal and private."

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose again to relieve some of the pressure in his head. "And Delirium is right. Not all of us have finished our tasks. I think it would be best to state what they are now and figure out how to progress from here. This constant attacking each other is going to get us nowhere except an early grave" not that that was a bad idea where Rezia was standing.

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Perhaps it was a crisis of identity, or perhaps she'd just lost her naive notion that they could somehow make it out of this place, but either way, Lydia was having a panic attack. Her stomach was twisted into knots, she felt like she was going to vomit, she would have already if there was anything in her stomach, and she could barely breathe. Rezia was running his hands through her hair, a gesture that usually calmed her, but she just clenched her fingers in his shirt and shivered as the collective words of everyone in the room hit her, and she made a new realization. This was it. This was the end of the line, the garbage heap, they were no longer useful, so they were placed here to kill each other for Sam's amusement. Before she'd only half acknowledged it, thinking that if they did well enough they'd be able to keep living, everything would be okay.

But really, what was the point? What even was this life? Not dying? And she'd done everything right she'd been good, she'd healed people, and all for what? To be discarded. Even if this wasn't the end, there would always be another, another, another. Everything was just about as useless as her power, clinging to life for a moment more, a moment more just to be hurt again. She was powerless to stop it. Nothing she did to protect Rezia, nothing he did to protect her, was effectual, just prolonged this strange purgatorial state. She was nothing but a power, a number, a test subject. Trash, now.

How was everyone so calm about this?

She needed to leave, she needed to get away from the normalcy of this whole situation, everyone talking about their own mortality like it was nothing, She was most certainly hyperventilating, because her head was spinning now. Lydia let go of Rezia's shirt front, her expression vacant as her mind spiraled, and started to stumble towards the door, away from everyone. "I'm sorry," She began to say, but didn't finish the sentence as her shoulder hit the door frame. She didn't flinch, just repositioned herself and continued shambling through the door.

Once she made it back into the main room, she leaned against the wall and all but slid to the ground until she was on her palms and knees, retching, shaking, her dry heaving thankfully bringing up nothing. Death had never been real until this moment. Just a card to be played at the right time, she was a healer, she could stave of death, right? The inevitability of it all had never struck her. But what Delirium had said was true, there wasn't anything they could do to stop Sam from killing them. They could do everything right but he could get bored with them and kill them anyway. Or they could tear each other limb from limb and do the job for him.

After her stomach stopped writhing, Lydia lay her face on the cool floor and shut her eyes. She was still pale, but a bit calmer. Maybe letting Ember cut her up would ground her again, get rid of this spinning in her head. Or maybe she could just let herself bleed out and be done with everything. Finally have some peace. That would be fine too.

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Stephen Winters | The Rebel | Neural Disruption | #F70D1A

"Playing along! You think I'm stupid? I'm not you and Delirium! I don't rebel- not anymore. You are the one that should know. I do what Sam wants- understand? Because I'm never facing his anger again. You make peace, and go against the grain if you want. But I will not. I'm not strong enough to face him."

For the first time in many years, Stephen actually felt pity for Ember.

It wasn't enough to erase their bad blood, but he saw pain in her eyes. It wasn't pain in the traditional sense of hurting however. It was the dulled pain that came from years of being worn by Sam mixed with the fear of further trauma. The numbness was all too familiar to Whispers who had long stopped caring about the sort of pain dolled out on himself. Though most of his nerve endings were fine according to the facility's doctors he'd steeled himself against the man's torture devices and techniques. The singular traumas...not so much. Sam had this great way of digging into someone's heart, finding the most beloved part of their lives, and then crushing it into tiny pieces. He did it with Katherine, Whispers, and presumably Damion and Ember.

He didn't respond to anything else she said as Reiza interjected with his own words about the situation as well as agreeing with Katherine that their tasks needed to be shared in order to have everything out in the open. Rationally this made sense, but rationally he could easily drive everyone away. He didn't want to share his task if he didn't want to, but knew that either way Ember wouldn't agree to it. Whatever Sam subjected her to would come back to haunt her and any progress they'd made would be lost. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if Sam planted her as some sort of sleeper agent to stymie everyone's development into a team.

Then again if that were the case Damion was doing a much better job.

He glanced toward Ember before deciding that he would be the first to step up.

"I have to make Ember go into the elevator and down the floors," he started, unsure how to phrase his task, "he didn't specify condition but I can't kill you and..."

He trailed off and pressed his lips together to figure out how to best phrase the part of the task most important to her.

You have to see Sam.

He wants to see Ember.

Sam needs to see you.


Nothing sounded right in his head because everything involving Sam always felt predatory. Even so he would honor his word.

"he wants to see you Ember," he turned to the black-haired girl, "he didn't say why but I guess he was expecting a bigger fight between the two of us."

His eyes met Damion's for a brief moment, wondering how angry the other executioner was before stopping back at Ember. He expected her task to be equally difficult, but like all things this was left up to chance (and chance never quite liked him).

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Since they'd gotten here, Ember had not seen Damion even slightly remorseful in front of the others. The sight of the old gentle Damion simultaneously relieved and frightened her. He was still the same person inside, but the others had gotten to him and the only way she could think of to survive this ordeal was to remain strong and distant from the rest. She had little time to muse over Damion's reaction and even less time to go over to him with Delirium suddenly addressing her.

”Don’t you understand Ember? This is the end. He doesn’t need us anymore…"

Ember's eyes widened in fear, her mouth hanging open in shock. Delirium was still talking, but her words fell on deaf ears. Distantly she was aware the Delirium was apologising and trying to bridge to canyon between their understanding, however all she could think about were the girl's first sentences.

He does. She told herself fervently. He still wants us. He would have killed us otherwise.. The voice in her head wasn't convincing herself. He was still toying with them, like a cat with a mouse between his paws, and Ember was far too aware of it to deceive herself. Her thoughts were making her feel sick, and she was almost considering squeezing her eyes shut to attempt to prevent herself from imagining all the horrible ways Sam was no doubt devising to finish her off when she caught sight of her pictures again.

Her stomach twisted violently at the hideous array and as eyes are want to do they became fixated on the most horrifying secret of her past. A small handful of the pictures depicted happy scenes of two friends laughing, sharing various conversations and one with a mans arms around her. Ember wanted to be sick. How well Sam had played her. What on earth would the others think if they ever imagined she had trusted the bastard. His lies had seemed so honest and well meaning at the time. Memories of her first meetings with him flooded her mind causing her to feel ill.

Rezia's voice piped up and Ember was only too happy to have herself distracted from the twisted contractions of her nervous stomach. The little speech Rezia had come up with sounded pretty typical of him. Apparently he understood, despite him never having to deal with Sam to the extent both she and Damion had, he was harmless (which she had figured out pretty quickly) and he had no will against either of them. None of what he had to say interested Ember until he offered to try and heal them both. Ember was still not very taken with the idea. On one hand it sounded perfect, magically remove all the emotional trauma of the last two years. However she had had to grow into the person she was because of circumstances, and as far as she was concerned, the circumstances hadn't improved. She needed to be the deadly, strong Ember, she couldn't afford to return to the person she was. Not now. Sam would only take pleasure in breaking her from the beginning. The thought made her flinch.

She returned her attention to Rezia who had, for a reason unknown to her, begun to pinch his nose. A weird quirk to be sure, Ember thought to herself before her mind processed the question. It no longer bothered her to announce her task. Lydia had already agreed to it anyway….

Speaking of the blonde. Ember's dark eyes sought her out before catching the girl crawling out of the room. It appeared Delirium's previous words had affected Lydia far worse than Ember. She made no move to follow her as her place was here until Damion was no longer vulnerable.

Whispers voice caught her off guard. She turned to him puzzled, hadn't he completed his task with Rezia? His words made her pale. Somehow she had dangerously mixed up the task. Pushing her previous error to the side she frowned at his mention of the elevator. That wasn't going to be hard and he wasn't able to kill her. That was nice.

Abruptly the meaning began to be clear as her mind pieced it together. The elevator was how they had entered it….before Sam-

Her thoughts cut off as Whispers confirmed what her mind had just caught onto.

He wants to see me.

Involuntarily she drew in a sharp breath as her face whitened further. Her vision dipped crazily and she stumbled back a few paces, wildly flinging out her arms to catch her balance. Her back felt as though it was on fire again and for a horrifying moment she could feel each incision and the bite of the whip followed by the taste and smell of blood. Unbidden her hands flew to her mouth as she struggled to bite back another gasp.

"You won't….you won't do it?" What had meant to come out as a demand, came out as a terrified plea.

Wildly she looked over at Damion before protectively raising her arms in front of her backing away from Whispers. Fearfully her gaze tore away from Damion to rest on Whispers, her dark irises lightened almost to white in her terror. She held his gaze staring him down trying to read his intentions.

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As things winded down, and the dust began to settle Damion was still rather noticeably shaken up from the whole ordeal. The words spoken to him, and the lengths the Rebels went to protect Rezia had left Damion unable to hide behind his normal mask of stoicism and calm. Where once stood a killer, cold, and monstrous now for the moment stood a vulnerable man frightened out of his mind. He hoped it would pass, he hoped he could go back to his mask, go back to being strong. Even if the others no longer posed a threat danger was ever present, and being vulnerable as he was would be a death sentence, he was sure of it.

As Delirium came, offering to use her powers to make his impending, potentially never ending starvation somewhat manageable, he gave her a confused, vulnerable look. He never expected anyone down here save for Ember to try and make things easier on him. Maybe the others weren't another obstacle to be beaten away, maybe he and Ember really could work with them. Form some kind of manageable peace. The offer alone was a kindness the likes of which Damion had long thought extinct in this world. He couldn't say anything in response, he wasn't really sure what to say. In the end all he could do was give Delirium a brisk, though thankful nod.

As Rezia spoke Damion stayed silent, though he kept his gaze on the boy. Damion still hated him. He didn't want to, but the hate came all the same, even as the boy extended his services to Ember and himself. Though now this hatred towards Reiza was just another reason to hate himself. The boy didn't deserve this hatred, and Damion felt disgusted with himself. As for the offer itself, Damion thought it simply sounded to good to be true. Even if Rezia could help them both would it really matter? Sam would just break them all over again. Hell maybe that was the whole reason he trapped Rezia down here, with the rest.

He wasn't expecting Whispers to be teh irst to reveal his task. When he heard it, he was for but a moment relieved. It seemed easy, and likely wouldn't harm Ember in any lasting way. However once Whispers revealed the true scope of his task Damion was horrified. Whispers for but a moment locked eyes with him, and he couldn't help but show a hint of fear in them. Sam wanted to see Ember. That could only be bad news. Just thinking of the things Sam might do to her put his stomach in a knot. Nothing could be worse.

With this information now out in the open he gave a worried gaze at Ember. She was terrified, the mere idea of a private audience with Sam had her backing away in fear. If that was Whispers' task he would certainly try to complete it, no matter what, even if it destroyed the idea of them all working together. In an instant it became clear to him. They would remain divided, because that's what Sam wanted. He was pulling the strings every step of the way and there was nothing any of them could do about it.

Damion protectively stepped in front of Ember. "No. No! Absolutely not!"Damion locked eyes with Whispers once more, though he looked far more fragile than he meant too. "She is not seeing Sam. It's out of the question!" In the terror of the moment Damion's whole countenance was one of total desperation. His body was shaking from the weight of everything, it seemed everything he had so bravely held above his head came crashing down at once. He was hurt, tired, the pains of hunger was tearing through his body. Above all he the effects of the previous confrontation were clearly still with him.

It would be obvious to all that he wasn't up for this. He wouldn't be able to fight off Whispers if he felt the need to attack. He wouldn't be able to keep Ember safe in the heat of the moment, and he certainly couldn't continue acting like he could handle everything currently facing him. That would not stop him from trying.

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Delirium was a bit relieved that Damion nodded to her offer. It was a small sign that maybe they wouldn't have to tear each others throats out. Simply, and quickly, she looked him in the eye so she could focus best, and then nudged the illusion at him gently. A feeling of fullness, a lessened weight on his stomach. He did not feel hungry, the food didn't look as beautiful and tasty as it did, instead it looked plain and boring, not very appetizing. She spent some of her energy forcing the feeling of fullness, which was much harder than a simple visual illusion. Finally she pulled her gaze away and hoped that his mind would hold that illusion for a bit. Then she turned back to the present conflict.

A lump formed in her throat when she realized it was her that had thought telling each other their tasks would be the best course of action. But when she heard Stephen's task, she realized this was way worse than she thought. All other tasks were mostly harmless and not very long, not the gut wrenching feeling that you'll go downstairs to pain and sorrow that you never know will end. No one wants to see Sam. She would take three more of those syringes full of god knows what than a trip down that elevator.

When Delirium turned to Ember, something shattered inside herself. Such outward fear and panic. It reminded her of herself. How she always felt every day of her life yet pretended she was ok and that she still had hope, even though she had broken down a long time ago. Sam might have picked up on it, but Delirium was a pretty good actress when it came to how she felt. A realization also hit Delirium. It was Ember or Delirium. If Ember didn't agree to Stephen's task, one way or another Delirium herself would get set downstairs for something probably even worse than what Ember had coming.... But if Ember agreed, who knows what state she would be in when she came back up. If she came back up. So who would it be? What if they both went down and attacked Sam. What if they all went down? What would Sam do?

Delirium looked at Ember again. What would Sam do to her? Why would he want to see her? If Stephen said no to the task, would Sam kill Delirium? Delirium shifted her eyes to Ember's and silently relayed a message to her in the form of an illusion. Ember I don't know what he will do to me. If it's Whisper's task to send you down there its probably very unlikely he will kill you, because he expects Whispers to do his task. I don't know what he will do to me Ember. She pleaded silently to the dark haired girl. If it came down to it, Delirium wasn't sure Stephen and herself would be able to take down Ember and Damion. And she also didn't want to have to fight. This was truly Ember's decision. Delirium would face whatever happened.

For all she knew these might be her last days alive.

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Rezia frowned and looked down at Lydia when he felt... he felt something off. His powers were a bit wonky from the electrocution he had gone through, but he still felt her emotions like they were his own. Hers always had a powerful effect on him and he had to assume it was because they were blood related and always connecting to each other; healing the other. They had a steady rapport that they could never shake no mater what they did. Rezia had always tried to keep the mental connection at a minimum for both their sake but it appeared he was failing at that as well. And now Lydia was breaking down. He felt that thought rip through his heart like a butcher knife. Why was he such a failure that he couldn't protect Lydia? He had tackled Damion for her sake so she wouldn't get hurt or tortured or killed and now... now Lydia was deteriorating right before his eyes and he couldn't heal her heart break. He was still too weak and damaged from the events of yesterday.

The healer swallowed hard when Lydia let go of him and made her small apology and started to walk away from all of them. Maybe all of this was just too much for her and she needed time to rest. He knew that wasn't quite true though. She was depressed, hopeless. She was giving up. She couldn't give up! He couldn't let her give up! The world needed people like Lydia and damn him to hell if there was such a thing, though he didn't think death could get worse than what they lived daily, if he couldn't protect her at least once. He needed to stand by her side. He shouldn't care so much about these strangers. They would easily kill them both without a second thought to gain their own freedoms so why did he care so much? Oh right. He was a damn healer. That's why. He sighed and his eyes traveled after his sister and hesitated a moment. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do.

He started to walk after his sister and ignore everything else but then Whispers spoke up about his task and both Damion and Ember got defensive. He winced and nearly stumbled when the immediate fear and sorrow and anger rose up in the room and tried to overtake him. And there was the migraine again. He nearly threw up right there but his stomach was empty thankfully. He leaned against the wall and looked over at the 4. Things were going to get ugly again. He didn't want any more fighting but this is what their master wanted. He wanted them to always be at odds, just as Lydia had realized. There was always going to be something else till everyone was dead. Even the 'victor' would find Sam there with a knife. He'd probably order them to take their own lives. He was sick enough to conjure that up and with everyone dead, even the ones they loved, why wouldn't they just end it? Rezia knew he would kill himself if Lydia died.

Maybe there was a way around this. He wished he could speak mentally to all of them but he couldn't. He didn't have that strength. He didn't want Sam to hear this conversation though. If he did, Sam would be able to prepare accordingly. Rezia grabbed one of the books at random and looked around the room and turned back to the food. He did have a pen so he'd have to use food. He grabbed a piece of chocolate and scribbled a note. "Sam didn't say she had to be by herself, did he? Why don't you all go together? You four have destructive powers and should be able to overwhelm Sam and whatever else he has down there. Ember could go down first and then everyone will go in after while Sam is distracted and not watching or just go down at the same time. Just a thought." Rezia passed the book to Damion then since the man was the closest to him. He made a point to keep the book facing the floor so the multitude of cameras didn't catch the words.

Once he didn't have the book, Rezia waved at them in farewell and reached the door. "I am going to check on my sister. We'll be in our rooms," he announced. He hesitated a moment before he grabbed the violin in the room and held them close and rushed off to his sister. When he saw Lydia on the floor their shared room, his heart went out to her and he sighed. He sat down beside her and didn't say anything. Instead, he started playing the violin to try and lift both of their moods.

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Lydia didn't move when Rezia came into the room. She heard him sigh and felt his presence near her, but she didn't move. She couldn't. Her locus of control was right here, in the coolness of the floor against her cheek, the feeling of the floor up against her bony body, the slight pain in her sternum, in her pelvis, in her knees, where the skin was pinched tight between bone and floor. It felt real. And that was what she needed. Something to feel real, feel normal, not like all this, not like all this madness. She just wanted things to go back to normal. Just her and Rezia, where everything was okay, okay, but now that she looked at it, really hadn't everything been growing exponentially worse over time? Their lives had been dwindling anyway, this was just a more expedient mode of getting rid of them. And there wasn't anything she could do about it. Her illusion of power over the situation was gone, evaporated.

Rezia began to play, those familiar strains of the violin so sweet. It was then that Lydia twitched. Her body shifted, and she curled up on her side as the first gasping breath came. Lydia began to sob. She'd never been one for crying. She'd always tried her best to be strong for Rezia, because she knew he could feel every fluctuation of her emotions. She didn't want to worry him, didn't want to hurt him anymore than they already hurt him to test her healing abilities. She was a healer, she was supposed to make everything better, right? So why did things keep falling apart? It wasn't fair! She wanted to smack her fists against the ground, scream, do something, but she just lay there, curled up in a little white and gold and red ball, and shook as the sobs ripped from her throat. A different type of singing to accompany Rezia's violin.

Eventually actual words formed in her throat, and she began choking them out as fat tears dripped down her face. "I'm sorry," It started out as a whisper, a hiccough between sobs, but she kept saying it, she couldn't' control it, she was sorry for everything, for being a mess, for being such a burden, for making things harder for Rezia, for not being able to save them, it was probably her fault they were in this whole mess to begin with.

Finally, the sobs stopped coming with such frequency, and she managed to prop herself up on one arm, using the other one to wiped the tears from her now red-rimmed eyes. "I'm sorry, I've been such a burden," she said, her voice quavering yet thick with the tears stuck in the back of her throat. "I'm just so scared, Rezia, I don't wanna die..." she hiccoughed, a few more tears dripping down her cheeks, "but somehow, it feels like we died a long time ago." Her eyes drifted down to her hands. "Is this life even worth living anymore?"

Her face had gone still, her tiny rib cage rising and falling visibly, making her collarbones show even more starkly with every inhalation, every scar on her body stretched and relaxed, her skin was on too tight, it had seen too much for someone so young. She could feel how breakable she was, her bones were brittle, her skin enveloped her like latex over a skeleton. Was this living? Was this what it meant to be alive? How evil was her power, that it had kept her alive so long in this miserable state? Without it, she would have died long ago, likely more peacefully than any potential death here. She didn't want it anymore, that power, that torture. She was just putting tape over the holes in a deflating balloon, but at what point does the balloon become more tape than rubber? At what point did she stop being human, trapped in the purgatorial life support of her own power?

She looked back up at her brother, her eyes hollow. Perhaps there was a mild horror in the back of her mind, horror and fear at these thoughts running through her head, but it was like someone had injected her with an anesthetic. A heavy feeling of...not calm...more like numbness had ensconced her, very unlike the feeling her brother lent when he healed. It was voidal. Empty.

It felt...good.

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Stephen Winters | The Rebel | Neural Disruption | #F70D1A


Here it was, the hurricane. Here would be where everyone would crucify him or give him empty thanks based on his decision. He thought at first that he'd had the hardest task and even now he was right. What sort of cruel bastard would give him something where he needed to lie in the face of everyone else, hated or otherwise? If he'd used this opportunity (as it really was the perfect opportunity) he would have played into Sam's hands perfectly. The sadist wanted to corrupt Whispers' and Katherine's pure vision of defiance by forcing him to play Sam's game and throw out his principles in one fell swoop. Not only that, but if Whispers chose to defy Sam, well, look where he was now.

Ember fell back, desperately trying to regain balance as she furthered the distance between them. She didn't beg and plead in the traditional way (because the redhead never knew her to do that) but merely asked in fear of what was to come. He hated it. He hated seeing her act like a scared animal and Damion's own collapse only furthered the mounting anger inside of him. They'd always been this way: frightened animals who afforded a tough face because Sam took a liking to their lethal powers. Truly, they weren't more powerful than anyone else, none of them were in this situation...

...not even himself.

Whispers had the fate of two lives in his hands, but he didn't have any choice in the matter. Sam knew so long as he was in the equation there could be no true, united front. There was no "third option" that people in movies so valued. They had to choose between sending Ember or not sending her and everyone had their sides, like it or not. And even if they found a loophole, they would get punished for that too wouldn't they?

"What do you want me to do then? Do you want me to send someone else down in a fucking Ember wig and fight Sam?" he asked, "this entire time I've tried to come up with something else to substitute her, but you know it, I know it, everyone knows it that were at the end here. Sam's given us two options and regardless of what we come up with Sam's going turn it back on us isn't he?"

He turned toward Katherine who likely had her own thoughts on the matter or was relaying something to someone (as she always did) and sighed before leveling with Damion.

"Yeah you don't want her getting hurt, but I have someone I give a shit about too," he said roughly, "if you have any ideas on what to do I'm open to them but your task was easy. I'm at a fucking loss here. I don't hate Ember nearly as much as I hate Sam, but I hate Sam as much as I care about...Katherine."

The last few words came out a Whisper as he closed his eyes for a few seconds. Would this be the end of their short-lived alliance or would someone find a solution?

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Damion looked at Rezia when the boy placed a book he evidently wrote a message in tight into his hands. The healer than left the to join his sister back in their room. Just as well, Rezia's presence wasn't exactly doing any wonders for Damion's current mood at the moment. Rezia seemed to take great care to keep the message out of the peering eyes of the many cameras in the room, so Damion made sure to shield the message from their view. The message suggested that they all accompany Ember down below to meet Sam, and try to overpower him. Damion let out a mocking laugh, clearly the boy meant well, but something like that wouldn't work. Sam would've considered every possible option and Damion was sure he had measure to deal with every single anomaly currently in the room. It was a stupid plan, as far as Damion was concerned. Though not without it's merits. If he couldn't stop Whispers from fulfilling his task, if he couldn't keep Ember out from Sam's grasp God forbid, she would not be going alone. Damion was adamant in not being separated from his love again, no matter what. If that meant following her into the abyss so be it.

He looked away from the doomed message within the book, and turned his attention back over to Whispers. Who at this point was speaking about the task. Damion was surprised to hear about Whispers' reluctance to send Ember down to that monster. Somehow it was good to know that despite the hatred the Rebels held toward Ember, they truly didn't want to send her to what would likely be a torturous experience. Though Damion knew Whispers really had no choice, none of them did.

"Yeah you don't want her getting hurt, but I have someone I give a shit about too. If you have any ideas on what to do I'm open to them but your task was easy. I'm at a fucking loss here. I don't hate Ember nearly as much as I hate Sam, but I hate Sam as much as I care....

Damion did not hear the last few words, but it din't matter. The message was clear. Damion felt a surge of anger, and shame flow through him. He clenched his fists at the futility of it all, and cast his gaze towards the floor for a moment. Whispers only wanted to keep Delirium safe. He could understand that. He suffered purely to insure the safety of the one he loved, so he understood well.

Damion didn't want Delirium to come to harm either. Not after she was so willing to help him. And truly she did, the hunger was undoubtedly there, but surely wasn't as intense as it could have been. Because of her it was tolerable, and he was afforded some kind of relief.

"Dammit! I know you care about Delirium! But I can't lose Ember again!" He paused for a brief moment, his fists were shaking more so than before, and he desperately tried to regain his composure. He was somewhat successful as the next out words out of his mouth were much softer, but no less filled with pain and desperation." I wish it didn't have to be like this. I wish we could work together, form some kind of alliance, and just keep the people we love safe. But Sam won't have any of it, the damn monster just wants us to tear each other apart. I don't have any ideas out of this.... except...." He glanced down at the book still in his hands. It was a horrible idea really, but no one else had a clue what to do. What harm could showing it to the others do. "The only idea in this whole damn room, is in this book. And it's not a very smart one." He held the book out towards the others with the message facing the floor.

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Rezia sat beside Lydia and didn't say a word. He knew she was depressed. He knew the emotions as if they were his own. That's just how it always was. He never really felt his own emotions. He was numb to that. He was a hollow reflecting board. All he could do was take in everyones emotions and play it back; a well trained parrot. The only thing genuine inside of him was his love for his sister and playing the violin. His sister was a part of him and the two of them had been through so much together. One couldn't be without the other. And the violin... it brought him peace. It centered his thoughts so they weren't a jumbled mess in his head. It was the only way he was able to calm down and regain some semblance of 'identity' if he even truly had one. He hoped the gentle notes of his violin could give Lydia that same peace so he just closed his eyes and played even as she began to cry and bombard him with her saddens and hopelessness.

When Lydia began to apologize, Rezia opened his eyes to look over at her and stopped playing the instrument. It was obvious the music hadn't helped calm her as he had wished. He would reach over to her and take away her despair but Rezia didn't have the energy for that right now. He would break if he tried. One healing at a time. If he hadn't healed Delirium, he'd have the energy to help Lydia. Or maybe it wouldn't have mattered considering the electric shock had screwed up something in his brain. He couldn't even focus that well today. He sighed and reached over to his baby sister and ran his fingers through her limp hair. The life was draining from her and he didn't know what to do for her.

"You don't need to apologize for anything, Lydia. None of this is your fault," he reassured. "I know I don't often vocalize it but I love you. I'll always love you and be here beside you. You aren't a burden."It was more like he was the burden in all of this. She was always the smarter one, the one with a plan while he just sat back and sucked up the consequences. And then... she said the thing that hurt the most. 'I'm just so scared, Rezia, I don't wanna die...but somehow, it feels like we died a long time ago. Is this life even worth living anymore?'

Rezia sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. No, this life wasn't worth living anymore. He had died years ago. What was here now was just a shell of who he had been... the shell that only lived to try and help Lydia make it through this. But make it through what? Was he still hoping that eventually Sam would just open the doors and let them go? That wasn't going to happen. They were going to live and die here. There was no end. What did living and surviving here change? Sam would kill them anyway. He didn't want to confirm Lydia's answers. He didn't want to tell Lydia that it was better to die. He may feel hopeless but she deserved some semblance of happiness. There were rare occasions, but Sam did offer them things here and there to make a day more bearable. Maybe it was okay to just live for those small bits of pity. It was still some sort of living. It sounded awful even to his own ears.

Before he could voice his opinions on the matter and try and liven up his sister she went... dark. His eyes widened and he whirled to face her. He knew that steady calm but anxious emptiness he felt rolling off of his sister. He did not want her to wallow the way he did. He gripped her shoulders and forced her chin up so she was looking at his face, concern in his eyes. "Lydia...don't give up. Please. We'll find a way. There has to be a way. Maybe with the others on our side we can find some sort of loop hole and get out of this place. Please, Lydia! Don't let that hollowness devour you." He wouldn't be able to help her if she sunk below. She was the only thing that made him cling to anything so if she became like him... he didn't want to think it. He knew the outcome; they'd end up killing themselves. He didn't want that for Lydia. If they fell into suicide, then Sam would have won everything.

That's it.

It was almost like a light bulb went off in his mind for a moment. That's what they needed to try and live for. Sam had taken everything from all of them. Maybe the rebels were right to live just to defy. Every day they drew breath was a day where they lived in defiance against Sam's morbid plan. They had to try. "Lydia, we have to keep going. I know it feels like there is no point, but there is. We can't let Sam win. He's taken our joy and our living, but I don't want him to dictate our death and the manor of it. We have to keep going and die knowing every day we draw breath is hurdle in his plan. We can find something to be happy about and turn that into our weapon and defense. He wants to break us so if we keep smiling... he won't win." He hoped he could get her to see things the way he was now.

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"I love you too," she whispered in response to his reassurances. His familiar fingers were running through her hair again, and she shut her eyes for a moment. How many other moments had there been like this? The two of them huddled in their room, seeking the comfort of the other even when there was no comfort to be found. Once upon a time, their parts had not been as great as their whole, together they had some kind of strength, some ability to quietly weather everything that was thrown their way. But they were so very small, so incredibly broken. But Rezia. Rezia was so good. He didn't deserve this. He deserved peace. And here she was, as she'd always been, torturing him with her emotions by just being near him. She'd tried so hard and so long to conceal everything, to stay cool and collected for him, but it was becoming so difficult. It'd be better for him if she just didn't exist. Then he wouldn't have to deal with her. He wouldn't have to waste his love on her, waste his time.

He stiffened as she felt her mind settle into that cool, dark place. His hand grasped at her shoulders, pulling her towards him. She blinked slowly and turned her eyes towards her brother. He could feel it. He could feel everything. There was no point in hiding it. He talked. This was familiar too. He always tried so hard to keep her hopes up, even when his powers were spent. Then he used words. We can find a way out, he said. Don't give up hope, he said. We can't let him win, he said. Smile, he said.

She smiled on reflex. It didn't reach her eyes. She wanted to say what's the point, she wanted to say if we do it ourselves it'll be on our terms, not his, she wanted to say there isn't anything out there for us, but instead she just said "Okay. I believe you." She knew it was a lie. She knew he probably knew it was a lie too, because he knew how she was feeling. But he had done so much for her, gone through much pain for her, she should at least try, right?

She shifted, scooting over to sit next to Rezia and lean her head on his shoulder. She shut her eyes for a moment, just listening to him breath. With the skin contact, it was easy enough to reach into him, feel the beating of his heart, the thrumming of his life force, even if she didn't heal anything. "I bet Mom is beautiful," she said softly after a few moments. "She is probably a queen. And Dad's the king. I bet they're still looking for us." When she was little she'd done this often. Enamored by the books that she'd had the occasional leisure of reading, she'd make up stories about who their parents were and what their lives would be like when they got out of the complex. She didn't do it so frequently anymore. Some part of her had come to accept their fate. But now it was less of a comfort and more of just a shared experience. Something to say to fill the silence. She was play-acting at cheerfulness. And while a normal person wouldn't be able to tell the difference, she knew Rezia could see her heavy, dirty soul. "When they find us, I'll be a princess and you'll be a prince. Then we can ride horses and eat cake whenever we want, and we'll sleep in huge beds, and read and play music whenever we want, and we'll never be afraid." She lifted her head a bit to look at her brother. "You'd make a good king, Rezia."

She still felt like there was something both very small and very heavy sitting in the center of her chest, a black hole sucking her in ever so slowly, until someday she's just disappear without so much as a pop, but she didn't feel particularly afraid. Just...empty. But Rezia wanted her to keep her chin up, so she'd do it for him. He deserved it. If he needed her so he could stay alive, she'd do that for him. But she didn't know if she could feel happy, even if it was for his sake. Not with the knowledge that they would die in this place, that their lives were meaningless, a blip in a sea of struggle. And even if they did make it out, what then? What if that place was no different than this one? What if they didn't even have a family out there? No home, no hope. But she could pretend to be happy. It'd have to suffice.

"I wonder what kind of books are in that new room," she murmured, turning her gaze to her fingers. What she was really thinking about was Ember. She'd need to go back out at some point, let the dark haired girl slice her open. And while it'd be so easy to let the balloon deflate, refuse to put more tape over her hollow body, Rezia wanted her to stay alive. So she would. Thinking about Ember no longer made her heart quiver, though. She didn't care. What was a little more pain in this wild animals' den? "I want to read a story about mermaids."

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Stephen Winters | The Rebel | Neural Disruption | #F70D1A


"The only idea in this whole damn room, is in this book. And it's not a very smart one."

When Damion tossed the book in front of everyone Whispers was the first to dash and hover over the message, but Ember's words brought his attention toward her. She wanted to use knives on Lydia? To what end? How in the world would that help anyone? Well actually that was irrelevant as Sam's tasks were intentionally self-destructive even if they didn't result in death. None of the tasks so far were fatal so was this a trick?

As humanized as she had been he couldn't wrap his head around using deadly weapons as part of a task. The muzzle, the needle, and the elevator were all conceivably deadly things, but these knives were made with the intention of killing. How the hell was she going to justify this? With Damion? Stephen grit his teeth and looked down at the message, trying to read the message to get his mind off of the issue. If he could take care of his problem he could worry about the other one later. Lydia was and issue yes, but she wasn't here in front of him.

Sam didn't say she had to be by herself, did he? Why don't you all go together? You four have destructive powers and should be able to overwhelm Sam and whatever else he has down there. Ember could go down first and then everyone will go in after while Sam is distracted and not watching or just go down at the same time. Just a thought.

It was smudged and nigh unreadable, but Whispers got the gist of it. If they all went at once they could attack Sam directly or get close to it, but Ember wouldn't go for it unless she trusted everyone and everyone's relationship with each other was tenuous at best. He didn't trust her and she barely trusted him. Lydia and Reiza only stopped playing the field to help each other recover from last night's events. They had that power because their abilities could undo any damage that the other four inflicted on them.

Did that make it fine for Ember to proceed with her task?

He glanced at Katherine, indecision evident in his eyes. If he came to regret this (which perhaps he would) he knew Katherine would be the one paying for it, but he also knew that both she and him were prime to attack if Ember came at them. He just needed to be on guard.

"What are you doing to her?" he asked, "I was completely clear with you so do me the same service. I could have just told you to get into that elevator but I gave you everything you needed to know."

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Thoughts jumped around inside Delirium’s head, smashing into each other, running around screaming. One thought remained clear and steady throughout all the chaos in her head, but it was the worst option she had. Ember’s backlash only made things worse.

She wasn’t pleading for her life, she was pleading that Ember make the right decision. Because Ember actually had a choice for once not to doom her victims. She had the choice to do this and likely come out of it alive, or put someone else up against Sam’s wrath. Ember couldn’t make the excuse that if she didn’t do this, Damion didn’t get hurt. It was Katherine or Ember, and since all other tasks had not been fatal, Delirium guessed that Ember would have better chances. The logic of it all angered Delirium, that Ember couldn’t see it.

”I’m not in your head, I’m not a mind reader. I’m trying to make you see reason. Stop acting like a child!” She said to Ember. It’s like Ember had never been tortured before. Perhaps she hadn’t. Perhaps that skin of hers had never been torn apart by knives, since they had never rebelled much. Delirium was used to it.

Delirium thought maybe this was different though. ”Your lives are no longer indespensible.” That part of Sam’s letter kept flashing across her eyes. If Whispers couldn’t complete his task, there was no knowing if Sam would kill her or not. Perhaps he would. Perhaps he wouldn’t. However, Sam wouldn’t give a first task that would kill his subjects right away. One day in and one already dead? It seemed unlikely. Maybe neither would die.

The others suddenly started talking about a message on the book. She peeked at it curiously and snorted her laughter. Ah yes charge down there, because Sam would definitely have no way of knowing we all got into the elevator, and no way of sedating us in any way once they were in there. There are cameras for a reason. She wouldn’t even be surprised if the elevator could emit a sleep inducing gas or tranquilizer. Charging down there would do no good.

Delirium turned to Ember. Ember was clearly itching for a fight. She was panicky, all over the place, blurting things out. Delirium glared at the girl.

”You disgust me. You do all these terrible things in the facility and then when you have one chance to do right you are selfish,” she practically spat at Ember. She then turned on her heel and stalked up to the elevator, opened it and stepped inside. “Don’t do anything stupid Stephen. Consider your task failed.” Then she turned away from the group as the door began to close.

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Rezia listened to his sister talk about the fairy tale they often told each other about who their parents were. He smiled softly and closed his eyes to bring up the image. Yes, they were royalty and they would go home one day and be as carefree as the singing birds across the painted sky. Their parents would be kind and gentle and they would be able to sing, dance, and eat as many thing as they could ever want. They'd live a spoiled life without worry of being tortured a second longer. He knew that something like this would never happen though. This wasn't a story book. This wasn't a happy fantasy world. If they ever go out of here, there would be no carriage waiting for them. They'd be just as lost out there as they were in here except out there, they might have a chance to get ahead. One could only hope it was different from the world in here. Whispers and Delirium had been brought in from the wold outside. Maybe he could ask them what it was like out there. It must be a beautiful place considering how hard they fought against Sam to try and get back there.

He turned his attention back to his sister and offered her a small smile. There she went complimenting him again. "And you, Lydia, would make the finest queen. Your kind heart would lead us all," he smiled and tapped her chin. Lydia would be a far greater leader than Rezia could ever be. He knew that sometimes, he didn't come up with the best ideas.

Rezia started to move to get up and helped his sister to her feet as well. He stabilized her on her legs least she topple over and used his fingers to comb her hair back and make it somewhat presentable. She had turned it into quite the mess. "Come on, Lydia. Let's go and search the shelves for some good books on mermaids. I think everyone will have made a decision by this point so it should be safe for us to leave." He really hated that he couldn't use his powers right now. Not only were his abilities passive and didn't help him personally, he now was powerless. That was not a very good feeling. He preferred it when he at least had something up his sleeves. As was obvious from earlier, Rezia was not a physical match for anyone. He honestly thought that Damion would have killed him after he lunged at him. And he knew that Ember hadn't completed her task yet. She wanted to protect Damion and the only way to do that currently was for her to cut his sister. He really didn't want that to happen but Damion was being nice enough and willingly not eating to save Lydia so Rezia couldn't raise a fuss. For now, they were helping each other no matter how much he hated the idea. He wouldn't be able to take away Lydia's pain. Maybe he could ask Delirium to give Lydia the illusion that she wasn't in pain so things would at least be bearable for her.

The young healer took his sister's hand in his own and slowly led her out of the safety of their room and back to where everyone else was still standing. He frowned as he looked between them. Ember was near the elevator and she looked distraught. Damion didn't look much better and the look on Whisper's face made Rezia's stomach sink. Where was Delirium? What had happened out here? He moved closer to Whisper's and touched his arm gently to get his attention. "Where is Delirium? What happened?" he really hoped that Ember and Damion didn't kill her or do something to her. Delirium was... sweet when she wanted to be. He felt a sort of kinship with her based on the fact that their abilities seemed compatible.

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Rezia hauled himself to his feet then picked her up. Lydia felt like a small china doll, the way he held her for a few seconds until her legs found their bearings, the way he ran his fingers through her tangled hair, taming it. She didn't mind the feeling, particularly. It was nice, that feeling of being taken care of. Rezia cared so much about her. It only made the heaviness in her chest grow deeper. She had to do this for him. She had to stay alive. Or rather, she had to not die. There was a strange in-between place where she now resided, the place of a healer who'd made too many second chances for herself. His warm hand encompassed hers, so Lydia laced her fingers between his. " That will be good," she murmured.

Safe to leave. When were they ever safe? When would they ever be safe? Certainly not now. She wondered if Rezia was play-acting with her now. She'd told him Ember's task, three cuts to the bone, so he knew that it wasn't safe out there. Not that Ember would pounce on her or anything, actually she'd been fairly respectful while discussing it previously, but still. It caused that lingering aftertaste that Sam was watching them, waiting for something...anything... Doing whatever it was that pleased his morbid little heart. But really, he was loosing his touch. Cutting the healer? Like it hadn't happened before, like she didn't have marks all over her body from that very action? Like she wasn't used to feeling knives dig past her skin? The only thing of substance it would do was drain her power for the day. It honestly seemed more like a punishment for Ember.

They exited the room, and Lydia leaned her head on Rezia's shoulder, slumping over a bit so she could press her ear against the place where his clavicle met the acromion. She let out a small, weary sigh. What a sight she probably looked. Her eyes were red and swollen, cheeks tear-streaked, and there was dried blood all over the front of her dress from Rezia, and even though he'd smoothed down her hair, it still hung in mussed tangled. What a child she was, breaking down over the smallest thing. Oh well, it couldn't be helped.

Rezia stopped rather abruptly, so Lydia lifted her head to look around as well. Everyone looked tense. Something had happened while they'd been in their room. Obviously. And Delirium wasn't there. Had she gone back to her room? Had there been a fight? Ember looked rather upset. Lydia felt her eyes gravitate towards the dark haired girl. It was time to get this over with. Ember was just sitting there, on the ground. The blonde girl lifted her eyebrows, though the expression didn't permeate the rest of her face. Her eyes were still dull, her mouth small and turned up slightly at the corners as it often did when at rest. Such a small, unassuming face, frosted with red from where she'd been crying, glistening with tears. She was barely interested in what had happened to Delirium, though she could almost taste Rezia's distress from the sound of his voice and the way he held his body. She squeezed his hand gently.

He was too good, too kind for this place. Lydia hoped that Ember would let her take her task elsewhere, so Rezia wouldn't have to see it. He didn't need that. Though it was still so tempting to let Ember do her task and then just not heal herself, just slip away, easy as that, from the blood-loss. Her body had been trying to kill her for years anyway. But if she did that...would Rezia...? She didn't want to think of that. So she just stared at Ember, waiting quietly, patiently. Just like she always had.

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Stephen Winters | The Rebel | Neural Disruption | #F70D1A


When strife unraveled Whispers tended to be in the center of it all, thrusting his viewpoints down anyone's disagreeable throat. The only time hesitation existed was when he had that muzzle clamped over his mouth and that quickly died once he got a hold of himself.

So where was he now?

The shell of Whispers began moving while Stephen Winters, the young boy who had seen his sister die only years ago seemed to come out and disappear from his form all at once.

"What the fuck Ember?" he yelled.

"Do you ever think about anyone besides yourself and your shitty partner? You have been doing nothing but bitch about your sad life in the name of survival and not getting hurt in the name of your enemy but to what end? You can't even admit how fucking selfish you are when we've done nothing but help. I didn't have to tell you about Sam being down there or even agree to that stupid solution. All you gave were vague threats, not even to Lydia, to me. But you know I was going to agree to it anyway. And for what? So everyone could let me down again?"

He laughed darkly.

Katherine had told him not to do anything stupid, but truthfully he'd already done so by trusting in those two dogs in the first place.

"You know sometimes I think about all those lives you two have taken and how much you value your own over them just because you can't take Sam's torture. Everyone at the facility thought you two were so strong when it was really just cowardice at work. Katherine didn't need to go down there. None of us did but she sacked it up because Ember couldn't. And now she's going to die because of it-"he paused-"-and you know what the worst part is? You don't even fucking care. You're just glad you lived another day."

Truthfully he didn't care of he was talking in circles at this point. He wanted Ember to hurt and staying silent wasn't making him feel better. At that point, Rezia and Lydia entered the room with no awareness of the situation but keen on the fact that Katherine was missing. Rezia was the first to ask and evidently it was a wrong question since it only cemented Stephen's anger more.

"She left because Ember couldn't do this one thing. This one thing."

He let out a primal scream and kicked down the door to his room, not unlike the ones his younger self produced when he was testing the limits of his powers. For the unprepared, they might have felt a harsh ringing in their ears if not a light headache. He didn't care anymore. Katherine was either dead or being tortured for her insolence (like she always was) and assuming all things remained, Ember was still standing here like the serial killer he'd known her to be his entire life. The fact that he could ever think that she was on his side, that she was trying to help him was weakness, the very weakness that got Delirium in trouble and the one that would take him to his grave at this rate.

Not that it even matters anymore.


All he could picture in his head was Sarah and how he'd allowed her to death to pass too because he couldn't win Sam's game. He couldn't even defy it. Even now he couldn't see a way to win regardless of whether he shoved her in the elevator or convinced her to go. Both of their wants were non-negotiable, but Sam's will overruled them all.

"Go ahead and mutilate Lydia or don't," he said finally, "I'm not going to be you."