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Amp and Blast

"Come on I am me and he is he." "But they're going to get confused." "No they won't!"

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a character in “The Outside”, as played by yogitheambrangyl

Description

~Name: Amp and Blast

~Age: He was taken to the Lab at five years old. He had no way to keep time, but if he did he would be about 17.

~Gender: Male

~Mutation:

Sound- Amp was originally born with a small ability to control the sounds around him, and turn his voice into an almost tangible object. Throughout his time at The Lab, and all their torturous tests, he was improved his abilities greatly. He is able to turn mere sound into an unseen tangible object, or weapon of his choosing. He can manipulate the sound to do his bidding, be it unlocking a door, building a shield around himself, or making a weapon to kill someone.

Hearing- While at The Lab the scientists preformed multiple tests and experiments. His range of hearing is better than most animals, he can hear everything that is going on in a building; from footsteps to voices to the tiniest echoes, and he can hear them all. With concentration he can extend his hearing abilities to hear farther than just inside the building. He can hear across long distances. Due to a recent experiment, one containing a metal chair and lots of electricity, his mind was pushed farther and his hearing even more greatly improved. He is now able to hear inside the minds of the people around him, and talk back with them if he so wishes to do so.

~Weaknesses:

Ampā€™s main weakness his that he is scared. He had been in The Lab for most of his life and itā€™s all he remembers, he is naturally scared and timid. He wonā€™t readily use his abilities because he has been beaten so many times for using sound when the scientists or guards didnā€™t want him to.
His other weakness is Blast. It may not seem like it but Blast is a weakness to Amp and vice versa. Blast is more hard headed and gets himself into trouble a lot. He is the alter ego of Amp and rushes into things too fast for his own good. All together, having a split personality in general is a weakness to both personalities.
While using his sound both Blast and Amp get tired easily. This is also due to the fact that they have been held in captivity for most of their lives. It takes a lot of concentration to get sound to do what they want it to and they donā€™t always get it right. Trying to control something that is always moving on its own, is really hard in their current state and it will take time for them to be able to extend their power.

~Description:
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He has a mess of unruly shaggy hair at the top of his head. Most of the dark black locks hang down in front of his eyes. He hasnā€™t cared much to attempt to tame the hair, there was need for it and so he never cared. It will stand in odd directions or plaster itself to his face. Despite never once putting a brush through it, his hair looks nice the way it is. Some people need their hair put up a certain way in order for it to look like they donā€™t have a rats nest on their head. Amp on the other hand, looks as if his hair is perfectly messy to the point to where it looks nice. It may be messy but it fits him and he isnā€™t likely to change it now.

His eyes are a bright, almost electric blue. Depending on whether Blast or Amp is in control, his eyes will be a different shade of blue. When Amp is controlling the actions, his eyes are almost a light pale blue. This is from his nicer and more timid personality. His eyes arenā€™t threatening, they are more open and let people knew of his emotions. His eyes range in the pale blues, from a bright sky blue while heā€™s happy to a light grey blue while he is sad. People say that the eyes are the window to the soul, this is true for Amp, his eyes show his emotions and so, part of his soul. On the other hand, when Blast is the one in charge, his eyes are a deep blue like depths of the ocean on a clear day. His eyes are more guarded and reserved. His eyes donā€™t have much of a range in colors but at most, his eyes will turn darker to almost black while he is angry. His isnā€™t one to have much happiness as neither Amp nor Blast has had any kind of happiness in their lives. If he was to get some sort of glee, it would be from one of the guards or scientists finally getting what they deserve, in this case his eyes would be an almost clear ocean blue instead of the deep dark blue.

He is build is small, at the moment anyway. Due his time in captivity, from all the beatings, tests, experiments, and malnourishment, he is almost a living skeleton, as most of the other experiments are. He isnā€™t very strong because he was never given much chance to improve his strength. At most he can flee for his life, but in his current state, he has almost no muscle and would not be much use in a fight. Most of his energy to get through the tests the scientists put him through, came from adrenaline and the will to stay alive. Even though that will was almost nearly broken several times during his imprisonment. Because it did break once, Blast is more able to carry on than Amp is. Blast seems to find energy from nowhere and seems to have more physical strength than Amp does. They have yet to figure out that sound is a type of energy and that they can access it.

He has many scars that crisscross around his body, each of them having their own type of cut. There are the scares from straight knives cutting across his skin. There are the jagged scars from all the torturous instruments from the cells down below used to cause just pain without much damage. There are also the various scars from his multiple times for being in The Games. Ranging from claws to teeth to spikes and weapons, each opponent was different and each one left its mark on him before they were killed by another or by his own hands. Each one he killed he remembers, itā€™s hard to forget their faces when you know who each scar came from. From being inside and rarely seeing the sun, his skin is a lot paler than it should be. This helps with the scars somewhat, the pale helps to hide the small ones that trace across his body. But the large and deep set scars are hard to hide and are only faded by his fair complexion.

Over everything he normally wears baggy clothes that hang off of his small frame. The large plain T-shirts drape over his torso and help to not make him look as skinny as he, in reality, truly is. To match the baggy shirt, he normally has on baggy jeans that he has to pull up every once in awhile to keep them from falling off of his nonexistent hips. In the Lab there was no reason to wear shoes since they were always inside and the floors were tiled and cleaned regularly; at least in the hallways they were. The only other article of clothing that he obtained was a white bandana that he has wrapped around his head. Amp will usually wear it low and over his ears to block some of the sounds from hearting his ears, letting his unruly hair hang in his eyes. Blast will usually push it higher up on his forehead, to hold back his hair and so he can see more clearly the things around him.

~Personality:
Because of the issue with two personalities, Amp and Blast are two different people though they are in the same body, have the same abilities and now know everything the other knows. Sometimes it is hard for them to get along because of their contrasting view points and constantly different ideas on how to approach a problem. When this happens, which it does, they will argue with each other and sometimes fight for control. When this happens, it looks as if they might be mad in the insane and crazy sense. They will fight for control and therefore both be speaking through the body, either at the same time or arguing where it looks as if he is yelling at the wall, and having a conversation with himself. But when the issues arenā€™t too bad, they will talk with each other inside their minds.

Amp is basically the more timid and scared half of his personality. He was the first and original person to be brought into the Lab. He had long since forgotten his real name and was dubbed, Amp by the guards because at most, he could amplify the sounds around him. He wonā€™t rush into anything that is put up in front of him. He will wait, watch, and learn in order to find the best way to get around the problem and hopefully avoid it all together. He is also the more isolated of the two. It takes time to get Amp to trust you and he will rarely speak openly to others he doesnā€™tā€™ know or finds as a threat. Based on his size and fighting abilities, he finds many people a threat.

Blast is almost the exact opposite of Amp. He was created to be that way. After some very brutal beatings and having his will to live broken, Amp was ready to die right then and there. Fortunately, he fell unconscious but his alter ego popped up. His eyes grew dark and his whole body seemed to change. He looked meaner and tougher, and he got mad. Which Amp had never done before, anger was beaten out of him, so Blast was created to be his anger for him. Blast knew what he was there for and tried protecting Amp as much as he could, while Amp thought he was only blacking out and having time lapses. Unfortunately, Blast goes towards things head on and tends to get himself into trouble a lot with his snide comments and constant teasing of those who would beat him up. He is mean to those he doesnā€™t like and will do what he can to make sure that others donā€™t like them as well.
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Besides having their personalities on exact opposites, they do share a few common, ideals. They will both help to protect those they have befriended and they wonā€™t normally leave anyone behind. Although their reasons on such actions are different and the outcome may seem as if one cares and the other does not, itā€™s just that their perception of what is more important at the moment is different. They will also help others in any way they can. But deciding who to help and how much care to give them is another matter for them to squabble about.

Amp is the kind of person that would go back help a person almost no matter the consequences or the circumstances. He doesnā€™t like people being left behind for any reason or being hurt for no reason. He will do what he can to make sure the person gets safe and out of harmā€™s way. This doesnā€™t necessarily mean that he will trust the person, he wonā€™t, at least not until it has been proven to him that this person is trustworthy. But he will make sure that no person is harmed too badly if he can help it.

Blast on the other hand has some standards that dictate whether or not he will go help someone. He will judge whether the person is worth helping, he thinks about what the person could have done to get in their situation and if the whole thing was avoidable. Like if someone is trapped in a burning building, he would think if the person was able to get out before the flames reached them, or if it was nearly impossible for them to do so. He wants to make sure that people take responsibility for their actions. This makes him seem a little cruel at times but in reality he just thinks that the person could have prevented their situation and therefore he doesnā€™t need to help them.

~Fears:
Having been in The Lab for most of his life, Amp has many fears and phobias. He is constantly scared that someone will come and beat on him. From his size, almost everyone is larger than he is, he will flinch away from people coming towards him, and if they make any movement that he sees could contain any form of hate or malice, and he will cower and try getting away. It has become almost instinct to protect himself from any possible threat towards him.

Trypanophobia, or the fear of needles. Many of the mutants and subjects from the Lab have this fear. Itā€™s from the many times they have been shot at with tranquilizers and needles jammed into their arms for the experiments and testing. At the site of needles he will either, freeze and stand stock still if he is Amp, or if he is Blast, he will immediately try and get himself out of the room or far away as he can. If faced with the situation that the needle is near them and the intent if for them to get a shot, no matter the kind, they will both try as much as they can to both get the person with the needle away and find a way to shatter the needle.

Agoraphobia, the fear of open spaces. From being raised inside a six foot by six foot room his whole life, Amp and Blast both find the outside world very strange. There is so much to look at and so many new things that they donā€™t know what it is. At least in the Lab they knew what things were and what to expect. On the outside, they are lost and there is just so much to take in that being in a huge open space is almost as bad as being in a small room.

Even though they have a fear of the large open spaces they donā€™t like being in too small spaces either. This is from being in the bottom cells in the basements of the Lab for the subjects that ā€œmiss behaved.ā€ Claustrophobia stems from this, being the fear of small spaces. They donā€™t like the small places because they donā€™t want to be reminded of what went on in the cells.

Merinthophobia or the fear known as the fear of being restrained. This arose from the scientists many tests and experiments. They were strapped, cuffed, and shackled to whatever the scientists or guards decided to use; a wall, a chair, the table, sometimes even the floor. They would be forced to be still and go through whatever tortures an experiments the scientists and concocted for them that day. If they see restraints the memories will come to the front of their mind and force them to start shaking almost uncontrollably. Amp would mostly have control in these times, he will do what he can to stay away from any type of restraints, and there are too many bad memories that go with them. Neither he nor Blast can stand the site of them for too long without their mind shutting down or falling unconscious.

Another fear they have is white coat hypertension. This is basically the fear of white coats, this is because all the scientists wear one and being around them for so much of your life, the white coat to most mutants is the symbol of a scientist and many will flee from a person wearing one. This will set off all the others fears since this is the main fear were the others can be brought up to. This main fear will bring back the memories involving all the other fears and this can seriously break a person mentally. Amp and Blast, if either were to see a white coat they would most likely either kill the person or run straight for the nearest exit. If they were forced to be in the presence of a person in a white coat, even if it was to help them, it would get them lost in memories and would be hard to get their minds back to the reality in front of them.

He has a small case of Necrophobia arose from all those he has killed in The Games. Most have become numb to the task of killing a living being, but that would happen to anyone if they were regularly forced to do so in order to save their own life and to the entertainment of others. Even though they feel no compassion to the act of killing, they do feel remorse for it and are constantly reminded of what they have done and are fearful of the dead. Seeing someone die is fine with them, many have died in front of their faces and the only part they fear is seeing the dead and having the faces stuck in their mind every day after.

Amp and Blast also have terrible night terrors. Several mutants, who have not been able to disassociate themselves from the situation around them, have terrible constant nightmares while they sleep. There are the terrible ones that include all the various tortures and some of the more gruesome killings and activities in The Games. With the bad nightmares he will wake up screaming bloody murder and his whole body shaking. On those nights he wonā€™t let a single person touch him and will most likely create a large barrier around himself with the scream. The normal nightmares of a few experiments and beatings will just cause him a restless sleep and he will most likely wake up looking more tired than he was before.
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~History:
Amp was not born in the Lab. He was born in the outside with normal parents. He had shown at an early age that he had a gift for sound. His new born baby screams would shatter glass and break the windows in the house. As he got older, his abilities became harder to handle, he would cause people to get hurt. Some people say that simple words can be daggers to a personā€™s heart. Amp had been able to physically turn his spoken words into daggers and weapons. He was taken from his home at the age of five and was taken to the Lab to be studied and experimented on. While at the Lab, the days seemed to either blur together or last for years on end. Only a few major things had happened to him while he was at the Lab. One was after a few tests that improved his hearing, unfortunately after a few more, his hearing was improved too much and he almost went mad with the simple sounds of someone talking to him gently. The major event of his life was when Blast came about, it was a brutal beating and he had fallen unconscious, so he thought. Blast had actually taken over and stood up for Amp, he became his unseen protector. But because of his more forthright attitude, he was taken more often to the cells for ā€œmiss behaving.ā€ The next event was a recent experiment done on Blast. He was cuffed to a metal chair, in a sound proof room. The electric cords connected were turned on and the dial was put on high. This shattered the mental block that was between Amp and Blast, and also allowed them to focus their energy and use it to listen to others peopleā€™s thoughts.

So begins...

Amp and Blast's Story

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He took a step back as the man left the room, and started doing things in the other room. His ears picked them up, there were metal sounds, some other things that sounded likeā€¦swishing, was the best he could describe it as, or something being moved inside a container. What it was he didnā€™t know. There were more sounds and he couldnā€™t identify what was going on, which he found frustrating seeing as every time a scientist or a healer came by he could tell what they were going to do by the sounds of the things around them made, and how they were moving. But this was a mystery to him, besides the slight hum of fire, other than that it made no sense. He just wanted to understand what that fire meant, was he heating metal to stick to him? Something that needed to be heated before it was injected with a needle? He was making himself paranoid, but for good reason he thought, and jumped as a hand touched his shoulder, he was lost in thought and didnā€™t hear the footsteps. He blinked at the man, and then glanced back at the running water, it didnā€™t seem to be filling up the container at the bottom, and the slight steam from it felt nice compared to a cold cell. But he didnā€™t trust it; he glanced back up at the man, Ampā€™s fear was probably shining through their eyes.

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Amp

He didnā€™t like the idea of getting into the water, it could be burning, as he could tell from the steam, they could get trapped and the whole room fill up with water, there were endless possibilities. ā€Donā€™t do itā€¦.water not goodā€¦ā€ He didnā€™t want to take control from Blast, mainly because he knew he would just end up more tired than he was now. ā€Donā€™t hear well in waterā€¦.too loudā€¦..ears full too quietā€¦.ā€

Blast

He waited until Ash and the others left the room before stepping towards the stream of water. He heard Amp complaining in the back of his head. ā€I knowā€¦too strange donā€™t trust itā€¦ā€ He reached out carefully, putting hand underneath the stream like Ash had done. He blinked, it was warm but it didnā€™t burn, it pelted his hand almost soothingly. He could feel Amp relax, ā€Maybeā€¦.is goodā€¦?ā€ Blast frowned a little, Amp was a little too trusting. That was the way they got you, pretending to be something good, then turned around and hurt you. ā€I donā€™t know Ampā€¦.donā€™t trust so easily, dimwitā€¦ā€

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Amp

He liked the warm water; he didnā€™t care if Blast was untrusting of it, which is probably why he got them in more pain than Blast did when he was in control. He was also curious about the smells that were coming from outside the door, he didnā€™t know what it was but it was nice, and he wanted to go over and see what it was. ā€Go see what it isā€¦.? Pleaseā€¦.?ā€ He still didnā€™t have the strength to even attempt to take control.

Blast

He frowned a little at Ampā€™s comment. ā€Noā€¦.not yetā€¦.ā€ He whispered, not even realizing he was speaking out loud. He was looking around the room, looking for anything that wasnā€™t in plain sight, listening for any type of machines that would trap him somewhere. He heard the footsteps and spun around quickly at the older boy. ā€Amp, you okay?ā€ He frowned a little, why did everyone assume Amp was always in control. He wasnā€™t just a voice Amp heard all the time. ā€Ampā€™s fineā€¦Iā€™m justā€¦.checking thingsā€¦ā€ He went back to glancing around the room, still listening for things he couldnā€™t quite hear.

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Blast could tell Ampā€™s attention was elsewhere, focusing on the nice smell and new sounds about the different rooms nearby. While he looked down at the clothes, they seemed fine enough, better than the tattered, shredded clothing he had on. He slowly pulled off the blood spattered shirt off of his small frame with one hand, jarring his other arm a little a he let out a hiss of pain, momentarily forgetting that it was still hurt. ā€Why does she care about us allā€¦? She does know that not everyone gets saved right? We all end up dead in that building...ā€ He reached out to the water again, still not completely trusting the area and putting his head under the stream. Amp was right; it got loud as the water rushed passed his ears. The warm water felt nice and he felt himself relaxing. He glanced at one of the cloths nearby and took it, wiping his face, and areas that had become grey from dirt. He flicked his head back and shook his head to fling water off his hair and glanced back down at the clothes. ā€Why should we trust this Healer-man?ā€ He started pulling on the slightly baggy clothing using one arm then opened the door, hair still dripping and his arm held close. ā€We donā€™t know anything about him. The woman. Or what they plan on doing with us. I doubt it will be anything good when they find out what we can do.ā€ His voice was clipped; the closest thing to anger that he would get to, more frightened annoyance if one could hear as well as he could.

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He rolled his eyes at Mattā€™s comment and just let him rant. True the guy did get them out, and had brought them here, where he couldnā€™t find anything such as trap anywhere, and let them clean and wear clean clothes. He just didnā€™t see why they should be so trusting. He hated they way people were so deceiving sometimes.

The room was dark, so someone must have remembered to hit a switch somewhere so it was possible to rest somewhat, not that it mattered as most could sleep with the light on by now. There were footsteps, almost in time with his heartbeat as they came closer, and closer. There was the ching of keys and the creak of the door. Not another test, not another test. He looked out from under his dark and matted hair at the man that had came in, barely enough strength to do that, let alone struggled against anything that was going to be done to him. But the man came closer; there wasnā€™t a beating, no harsh words, instead ones that were like silk, making promises and deals. The reward of food that was more than the stale piece he got a few hours previously, and water, that tasted like the fresh he had heard outside the walls a few times. He followed willingly, the promise of more food, good water, a bath, and good clothes drawing him to trust the man. Then a sharp hand had him by the hair, another keeping his arms in place, more men came, a muzzle put over his mouth and a metal table came into view. He looked for the man, desperate for help, and his head pounded when he saw the man giving the orders.

Amp

He felt Blast fall back into his own part of the mind that they shared and so he was pushed to the front. He didnā€™t know what to do, the place was strange though he had been paying attention and knew the Blast had found nothing wrong. He walked slowly, wincing and rubbing his arm and winced more. He didnā€™t think it was in the right spot as it didnā€™t feel the same as the other. He made it to the front room where he saw Ash sitting with something in her lap, the Healer-man and woman in another room doing something at a counter. He just watched, water dripping down his face and he went to sit down in the room where Ash was, not wanting to be alone. He sat on the floor, holding his arm close, seeing flashes of a memory that Blast was reliving and his whole body trembled.

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Amp

He let his hair hang in his face, trying to ignore what Blast was seeing, instead focusing on the sounds around the house. He heard something going on in the nearby room and footsteps, he didnā€™t like that and by the time they got to him he was tense, not sure what to do. They stopped right in front of him and he looked up through his hair, his blue eyes peeking through the wet strands. He was just sitting there, holding out a bowl to him, he blinked once not sure what he should do with it, but it was out there for him to take so he reached out with his good hand, and took it. He looked down at it and let out an involuntary shudder, it looked like blood, he had seen it so many times before, but she smell that came from it was curious. He moved his other hand a little to get a better grip on the bowl and winced, then just left it alone. There was something else in the bowl that he didnā€™t know what to do with so he lifted and sniffed once, and it made his mouth water, after a small sip he blinked. Whatever it was it was much better than anything he had had before. He took another drink and in a few seconds it was gone, he looked down at it a little sad, it didnā€™t feel like there was much in there.

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Amp

His eyes looked up just a little as the Healer-man started speaking to him. He saw him shift a little and could instantly point out that the manā€™s ankle was hurt, being hurt often enough he could probably see and injury in anyone no matter how much they tried to hide it. The manā€™s hands moved forward and he started to get a little tense, the bowl was lifted from his grasp and moved to the side, the man moving a little closer, going slowly. Then asked to see his arm, it started throbbing more at the thought of what could happen, what will happen, and what he didnā€™t want to happen. ā€Should I letā€¦ā€¦?ā€ His voice was soft, almost inaudible as he spoke to Blast, still not completely strong enough to speak fully mind to mind.

Blast

The memory left him somewhat more cautious than he was before. He wasnā€™t exactly scared, but he was pretty darn close, this allowed him to immediately take control after Ampā€™s comment. Eyes getting wide, almost frightened look, the man was too close, close enough to touch, hurt, beat, maim, and whatever he had planned. ā€No!!!!ā€ His voice alone hit the man, sending him back. He scrambled back, tripping over the furniture behind him and falling over it. He yelled as he landed on his broken arm and just laid there, vision blurry from waves of pain spiking up his arm and shoulder.

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Amp

He cried out in their mind, causing Blast to let out a bit back whimper in order for the sound to come through fully. Blasts panic was coming in loud and clear, causing him to cower in the back of their mind, wondering what was happening and trying to ignore the increasing pain.

Blast

He tried to resist a little as he was brought to a sitting position and the Healer-man headed over again. He glanced at Ash, then at the man and narrowed his eyes a little, his somewhat frightened look didnā€™t make the glare worthwhile. He watched the man carefully, very slowly letting his arm relax enough so it wasnā€™t stiff against his torso. He winced a little, the fall probably made it worse as it wasnā€™t quite in the right spot to begin with.

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He watched the man carefully, just watching as he moved closer and lifted his arm. He winced slightly at it being moved, it was throbbing and he knew he wouldnā€™t be able to move it much at all until it was fixed. Ashā€™s hands were on the sides of his face and his eyes caught hers, the blood was rushing in his ears and he didnā€™t hear much of what she said though her mouth was moving. He vaguely felt hands on his arm, then a sharp intense pain spread through his arm and up his shoulder. He cried out, his voice pushing both Ash and the Healer-man back from him. He scurried backwards against the wall, as far as he could get almost as if he wanted to disappear through it. He sat there, shaking, holding his arm close.

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His mind was running in circles, for one, he couldnā€™t get in front to see what was going on, so the only thing going through was pain. He started panicking more, not resisting Blastā€™s actions as he felt them against the wall and pressed close, it was something he was used to, comfortable with, they couldnā€™t sneak up on you when you could see them coming. Granted now, he didnā€™t know who ā€˜theyā€™ were anymore. It used to be the scientists, or the guards, but he hadnā€™t seen any around here, had the Healer-man hurt them? He wouldnā€™t be able to trust him then anymore, he didnā€™t like people who hurt him, they more than likely did it again.

Blast

He watched his surroundings carefully, forcing himself to calm down as much as he could. He was acting like a child, how Amp would be acting, he was supposed to be the stronger one. He took a few deep breaths and attempted to stop his shaking. He saw Ash scurrying around with a bowl and then knelt down a bit away from him. He watched her, she had helped the man to cause the pain to his arm but that smell was enticing that was coming from the bowl. She slowly made it come to him, floating slightly until it rested in his lap. He looked down, it was the color of blood and it made him shudder, but Amp and drunken the whole bowl before. He lifted it in one hand and slowly took a sip, then a gulp, and the bowl was gone in a few more seconds.

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Ash

Ash smiled as Blast wolfed down the soup she had set in front of him. He was still mad, still suspicious, but he had trusted her enough to eat. She knew how much bone-setting hurt. He thought she and the healer-man had caused him pain, which was sort of true; they had needed to put his arm right, and there was no painless way to do it without knocking him unconscious, which would have made him more distrusting. She grabbed the blanket she had nearly pulled from the couch with her, slowly moving closer and offering it to him. "Guys?" She asked, talking to both of them at once,"Guys it's okay now, he won't mess with your arm any more...." Biting her lip in hesitation, she moved to sit at his side, draping the blanket over his shoulders. She whistled softly, like she had in the Lab, so that only he would understand.

I'm scared guys.... Not of here, or this place.... but of what is still out there.... I'm worried about our friends.....We need to save them.... but I'm scared of doing that too. Scared we might get caught instead of helping to get them out.....I haven't been able to find anyone... I know Matt's looking, but he's exhausted and injured worse than us.....She coiled up tight, arms around her knees, white-knuckled fingers gripping her ankles.

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Amp

Amp listened to the whistle that came from Ash. It was pretty straight forward; though not all of it he wanted to agree to. She wanted to get them out? Go back and save them? They were lucky to get out themselves, and she wanted to go back? ā€Go backā€¦..?ā€ His voice was small, barely under his breath as he tried talking to Blast; mind to mind they werenā€™t able to do yet with the throbbing pain. ā€Helpā€¦..? Butā€¦ā€¦just out nowā€¦ā€¦ā€

Blast

He blinked, suddenly there was an object around his shoulders and he it took him a moment to realize that it was a blanket, not like the scratchy, itchy ones at the lab, this one was soft, comfortable and he was starting to warm up a little. Then Amp started talking to him. ā€Bad idea of course.ā€ His voice was almost just as soft, maybe a little harsher as he was now getting his edge back. ā€Weā€™ll all get killed.ā€ He figured that Ash wanted to help the others but it was nearly impossible for them to go back. ā€But them hurtā€¦ā€¦should helpā€¦ā€¦ā€ Blast sighed, he knew the others were probably in pain, wishing that they were out also. Now he was feeling guilty.

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The winged girl ran as fast as she could from the huge tiger. She wasnā€™t very fast and knew she wasnā€™t going to get far on just her feet. Her wings flapped, lifting her a few feet in the air when she felt the paws come down on her back. It felt like boulders were being smashed down on top of her bringing her down to the ground, claws finding holds in her flesh and tearing. She screamed, the pain pulling the sound from her lungs as she writhed under the massive feline. Struggling seemed to make it worse as each movement caused the claws to scratch more, teeth dig in harder. Blood pooling around her all she could do was whimper weakly as her life drained out of her softly like the black feathers floating back to the ground.

scientist

The bite at the guard awarded Caylx with a hefty slap to the face, knocking her head back and splitting her cheek. The scientist sighed, watching the guard; he obviously wanted to teach the mutant a lesson more than that. She scientist waved his hand at him, ā€Go wrap that up, make sure you arenā€™t poisoned.ā€ The guard seemed furious and stalked out of the room, holding his wrist tightly to make sure he didnā€™t bleed too much. The scientist shook his head, ā€Being a bad girl today are we? You might have to be punished later for you actions.ā€ He went back to the cages, sticking his hand down into one of the metal cells and pulling out something small that would fit in his fist.

Amp

He finally got to sleep, or close to it as he could feel himself dozing off and sort of getting rest, more than he had in months, maybe years. He could tell that Blast was exhausted as he fell asleep, a sleep much deeper than usual because there was nothing coming from him as the way of mumbles or dreams, just a black tiredness from the back of their mind. Amp could only doze, years of being on edge strips you of the ability to fully be able to sleep. He could pick up sounds, more importantly, footsteps, then a bang and yelling. His eyes shot open, someone was in the room, at the moment it was dark, and he could just make out shapes grappling against the wall. He didnā€™t know what to do, he could tell the by the voice that one of them was Matt. He stood, the blanket still wrapped around his shoulders as he watched, he didnā€™t know what he could do, and he would swear that he saw something moving across the floor.

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Kishan
Kishan looked at Amp, his eyes taking on a cat-like look. He had seen Amp before but that didn't really help him hide the suprise look he got on his face when he really saw Amp. The human looked weak, gaunt and almost fragile. Kishan quickly masked his face hiding the suprise and the familiar light he got in his eyes. "Smooth, real smooth Ambersbane." He couldn't help the wolfish grin on his face, showing his sharp canines.

Kishan took a closer inspection of Amp when he picked the Extra-large pizzas he'd been carrying. He dismissed the weak human after he caught the smell of pizza. He had killed a girl on the way here, but the girl was small and had barely even satiated his hunger. So, he had 'bought' two extra-large pizzas, his way of saying he had actually stolen them. Opening one box he was about to eat when he froze. I better not hear of this later on, he thought bitterly as he practically threw the other box of pizza onto the bed. "Here, eat it." Kishan walked out of the room, wanting to eat his food alone, and in silence so he could think without being interrupted and to be alone.


Kyra
Kyra lapped at the bitemarks that still bled. The girl beneath her feet was long dead and she was taking her time so she could track down the others that went into hiding. Letting out a growl of approval as she stared down at her handiwork she licked her chops before turning and walking in the direction she had last seen the others.

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Amp

He took a step back as the new person looked at him and growled, quickly he could pick it up and it sounded almost feline. He didnā€™t like this person though; he came in loud, wearing strange clothes and carrying something in his hand. He glanced at Matt as he said this new personā€™s name was Kishan, then the boy opened one of the boxes and the smell hit him. It made his mouth water like the soup did, but this smell was different. His thin hands clenched at the blanket he had around his shoulders, the small movement keeping him from moving towards the smell and Kishan. He still didnā€™t trust him, he seemed mean and like he didnā€™t want to help them. He abruptly left the room, leaving one of the boxes. He looked to Matt then at the box. He didnā€™t know what was in it, seeing as food wasnā€™t always the best thing to eat when someone mean came in, it had poisons or sedatives, nice smells to bring you in so you eat all of whatever they put in it.

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He watched Matt take a piece of something out of the box and bite it. It smelled delicious, making his mouth water and stomach ache. Nothing seemed to be happening to Matt as he chewed, he didnā€™t collapse out cold, start shaking or screaming in pain. Guess it was safe to eat? He took a few steps over, the blanket slipping from his thin shoulders as he went but not really noticing. He looked in the box, glancing up at the taller boy then slowly taking one of the pieces. It flopped in his hand, the smells intoxicating; he took a small bite out of it and blinked. It was hot, but not burning, and chewy. It was great, he hadnā€™t tasted anything like it before and soon the piece was gone and he reached for another.

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Amp

He paused as he heard a shuffling nearby. He turned slightly and his eyes went big, taking a step back. Not only was there a huge tiger in the room, but Ash walked right up to it. He took another step back, almost bumping onto the wall and he just stood there frozen. He had seen tigers before on the screens during the Games. They were dangerous, lethal, and rarely had remorse. He didnā€™t like the fact that one of those creatures was actually in the room with them, something that was much larger than he was, its paw could probably knock him down more easily than he would be able to push its head to the side.

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Amp

He watched Ash, not trusting the tiger one bit, granted being him he wouldnā€™t readily trust anything that was larger than him, had claws and teeth that could kill him in a few moves. But he couldnā€™t stop watching, he wanted to make sure that the tiger stayed where he was, and wasnā€™t about to hurt any of them. At the moment he didnā€™t know what to do with himself, he couldnā€™t fall back to sleep, seeing as habit would keep him up now until he crashed, he had eaten food, even though it was only a few bites, it was all his stomach could take of the strange food. He glanced at Matt who was eating then Ash who was petting the tiger, then let his ears wonder, hearing the man who brought them here in another room and the lady in another. Seeing and hearing nothing else he went back to his corner, grabbing the blanket and pulling it close, the only comforting thing he had at the moment.

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Amp

He just watched what was going on around him, the tiger leaving made him feel better, there wasnā€™t too much immediate danger. His shoulders relaxed slightly when suddenly there was a fire in the other room, the roar of the flames, the crakes of the red hot tendrils. It was loud in his ears, and since he had long ago figured out that others couldnā€™t hear as well as he did, he figured the others saw the light and smelt the smoke first, not the roaring noise it made in his ears. His eyes were caught on the glowing mass from the far room until it died down and the footsteps of someone coming made his attention move to the man rushing over here. He seemed okay with Mattā€™s response to the fire and took Ash to another room. He stayed where he was, watching, listening, his opinion of the man was slowly improving, and sow being that of a snail caught in a spiders web, seeing as he didnā€™t trust many people that easily. Though the man seemed nice enough, he even wanted to help with his arm, he knew that now. Maybe he would let him wrap it up, the pain was better after it was set in place, but he kept jarring it when he movedā€¦.

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He paused when the man started grabbing objects from around the other room, his arms full as he sat on the couch. The telltale sign being the small huff of air that came from the cushions, the crinkle of the plastic and the jostle o fabric. Ampā€™s eyes moved over as he heard a hallow swish and he watched as the man started slathering something on what he could only think of as bread. The bread wasnā€™t the kind he was used to but it was still bread none the less. Suddenly a folded in half piece of the bread was put out to him, some of the other stuff spread through the middle. He looked from the man to what he was holding out to him then hesitantly stretched out his good arm to take it. It was soft, and squishy, very much unlike the bread they were given at the Lab. He slowly took a bite, more like a nibble, and continued looking at the food.