Aramay's Story

Aramay

(I have no clue who I'm going to be interacting with but I'm pretty much open for anything. XD )

Aramay wakes with a start. Her eyes dart around trying to make sense of the room through blurred vision. Her body was slow to respond, making it an effort turn her head. Something pulled and moved with her movements. It was a tube used to assist with breathing pushed down into her throat. A hand lifts up to reach for the tube. She pauses feeling more foreign sensations due to several IV's taped to her arm. Her breathing increased with a renewed sense of panic. A subtle beep from the heart monitor in the background also picked up its pace. Sitting up slowly she reaches for the breathing tube again. Pulling it free results in a fit of coughing and gagging but she couldn't stand it a second more. Taking a deep breath without assistance she starts to work on the tape holding down the IV's. Her hands were shaking, she couldn't wait to unhook herself yet her fear of yanking out the needle was stronger. Unknown liquids spurt from each needle that she extracts from her arm and each time she feels that much more faint. There were no cotton balls or band aids to be had as she was in too much of a hurry to think of such things, leaving her to bleed from wherever she removed any needles. The last one and unfortunately the largest one was heavily taped to her hand. The needle taped to the back of her hand below where her thumb and forefinger was. The tube coiled around it like a snake with the adaptor for a needle placed at the end; held down with more tape. They much have had a hard time getting a vein and put that in place. Unfortunately she couldn't remove it. It was too well secured and she felt too weak to try.

She slipped off of the table. Aramay looked back, it wasn't a hospital bed but a full on observation table. She coughs and winces. Her chest hurt like someone had been pounding on her chest. Something must have really happened while she was unconscious. A memory pulls her back into a state of panic. There was a reason she needed to make haste as her being here is not because of her own free will and not from an accident. A wave of illness hits her and her face goes flush. Stumbling to a nearby since she rushes to get cold water onto her face and next, drinking some to sooth her dry, parched throat in the process. The room spun around her and for a moment she thought that she would pass out. Again, her mind badgered her to get going. She couldn't stay here. It wasn't safe. After taking a few breaths she makes her way to a door, hoping that its one of many that will get her out of this place.

The vital reading machine, no longer hooked up to Aramay whined insistently to let anyone near by know that either the person hooked up to it had died or was now running loose. Out of the room she now cautiously made her way out, at least, that's the direction she hoped that she was heading. She looked down at the needle still in her hand, then the slippers that took place of her shoes that she lost some time between her being kidnapped and waking up here. They would be almost useless for running but they did dampen the sound of her footsteps.

Aramay

"Hey, did you hear me!"

Aramay freezes in place. The shout made her nerves jolt painfully. Inching closer, she stops again when she sees someone come into view. It was a safe guess that it was a guard. Something was off though. He looked a little young to be a guard but it was something that she couldn't just sit and dwell on. She backs up, and stops herself again.

"Explain yourselves!"

The guard goes on.

So maybe she wasn't alone. Although she couldn't really see them she was still able to tell that there were other people that did exactly belong there. It would be so easy just to go the other way. The 'guard' was distracted with all of his attention on them after all. Plus, he had a gu-a gun? She looks back for a double-take. Guards weren't supposed to have guns. Hold on, that rule applied to a penitentiary. Which this place was certainly not. There was still the issue of the people in question. There was a chance that if she helped them that they would in turn help her. But that was a risk. As going it alone was also a risk. She squinches her eyes shut from the concentration induced headache. She had to decide now.

Choosing her most intimidating weapon on hand she opted for a surprise attack. Kamen the guard would see something fly directly at his head from the corner of his eye. A slipper of questionable sanitary proportions would, at worst bouncy off the side of his head and draw his attention from the people that he was occupied with. And Aramay would be down by one slipper. Only after throwing it did she realize that she risked a gun shot wound.

Aramay

Aramay hides back around a corner of the hallway. More footsteps could be heard from around the bend of the hallway. The two guards Jason and Eli didn't seem to notice Aramay who was just out of sight but Diamonte did catch a good glimpse of her before she slipped further back. This was not how she wanted the situation to turn. A persistent buzzing in her head made it hard for her to focus. She could leave now, but they would still eventually figure out that she was roaming about. She looked back again one more time. A man that she hadn't noticed before now spotted her, Kishan. One glance and she could see that his eyes seethed contempt for her. Yet she had never met him before.

A sound permeated through the air. An inhuman growl followed by a female, Kyra, does something that Aramay would never have thought possible. The sight of a large tiger attacking the guard in question. Aramay jumps back as though Kyra was attacking her. "No way." She gasps under her breath. All of her muscles tensed. She could see all of them now and undoubtedly they could all see her as well. And, without need of words she put enough together to realize. The situation that she thought she was in turned out to be both far weirder, and worse than she could imagine.

"-And lock those ones and that one back up!"

"No." She blurts to herself in both protest and denial, backs up, promptly turns on her heel and sprints the down the hall away from the group with her adrenaline hopefully helping her long enough to run into another room to evade her pursuers.

Dusk


Dusk?...Kyra-mind not right. Bad-mind. Nudge not like. Nudge scared Kyra-Bad-mind…
Nudges thoughts made Dusk back up slightly, before letting out a small cry as her stomach sent tongues of fire through her body.
"Ack! Now we've seen the zoo animals, now let's go. You don't want fleas or ticks now do you? She's covered in them."
Dusk gave Kishan a dark look, before the look in Kyra's eyes stopped her short.
"There's a cure for that. We could drown her in water or we could just do it by hand. Or should I say knife?"
The knife flicked between both of Kyra's hands.
A thrill of fear sped through her once again. She couldn't cope with another, not again. Her bandaged hands shook slightly before
"Hey, did you hear me! Explain your- oops...Explain yourselves!"
Dusk looked up fearfully as she saw what she assumed was another guard. Please let him send them away and just put me back in the healing hall Dusk prayed without much hope.
"... Nudge...Dusk..."
Dusk jumped slightly as Faith appeared next to Nudge, her head resting on his shoulder. She had been unaware until now that the girl had that ability. Even this seemingly abnormal happening didn't faze her as she turned her green eyes back to Kyra and the knife, waiting.
"Found this door busted, I assume the two, the boy and the girl, busted it, so I got suspicious, But I assume you can take care of it now, I have duties to attend to," The guards words spun Dusk's head. She couldn't be left with Kyra...not in this state.
For some reason Kyra and Kishan attacked the guard, and Dusk felt hope rising that perhaps, they were on her side after all.
There was a sudden flash of light before the rather strangely changed guard gave a queer speech and rushed down the halls.
"Take this puny human to Carmine. And lock those ones and that one back up!"
Dusk felt a rock sink to the bottom of her stomach before she realise "and that one" was a girl around the corner. Suddenly the girl took off and Dusk was left to try and figure out what to do. There was no way she'd be able to avoid the two, so the only other option was stopping the strange girl, and Nudge and Faith getting hurt to much.
"Don't you dare" her voice was shrill with panic, as she tried to stand. Her feet wouldn't hold her and she slid back down the wall. She glared at Kishan as she spoke "Please. Just leave me. You've done enough."

(Moving the post to the right place in The Lab)

Aramay was already having a hard time getting around when she woke up. Now that she was sprinting down the hallway it quickly became evident to both her and the guard, Eli, that something was wrong. She wavered heavily as she ran; using her arms and twisting her body in an almost flailing motion as if in an attempt to help propel herself forward. The sound of the guard's footsteps gaining on her throws her into a panic. Her adrenaline kicks into high gear but instead of going faster the jolt causes her to trip up. It was evident that something was greatly affecting her already hindered capabilities.

At the last second she makes a turn for one of the doors. Instead of stopping so she can open the door she slips and falls to her side letting out a painful, "Ahh!" Her breathing is labored to the point of gasping like an asthmatic without their inhaler. Still, she manages to open the door and scramble/half crawl into the room which appears to be another lab. The door closes behind her.

There would have actually been a chance for her to hide inside the room if it wasn't for the persistent wheezing and gasping that clearly gave away her location. Inside the lab, there's clear evidence that she plowed through with little regard for what was being knocked over and broken. Aramay can be seen in the furthest corner sweating through her clothes. She's barely standing and has to use the wall to prop herself up; leaning the side of her body against for support. The arm that's closest to the wall is clutching at her chest as she continues to struggle with her breathing. In her other, wavering hand is a sharp instrument that one would guess would be used for either surgery or torture, aimed right at whoever comes through the door. Her squinting eyes dart around wildly unable to focus on a set point making it appear that she's looking through or past whoever she attempts to focus her attention on. Her face is severely flushed red. The entire time she's slowly slumping to the floor.

Moments earlier from the other side of the radio, Eli must have tried to make a go for the girl or the sharp instrument, or both. After all, she was in distress; her eyes glazing over with a fading look in her eye like she was about to fall unconscious. His movements made her spring back up, running partly off adrenalin and instinct. The instrument sliced up then once to her left then her right. At least one if not all attacks drew blood from the guard. The needle holes in her arm had not quite clotted yet, possibly due to a blood thinner but it was only a guess, so that when she swung her arm the small crimson droplets from red streams trailing down her skin flung towards Eli. A triumph for Aramay if her breathing hadn't grown worse. Which it did, the pain in her chest increasing. It turned her retaliation for being pursued from being loosely strategic to downright sloppy. Her forward momentum rewarded her with falling to the ground, gasping. Still, she tries to pull herself towards the door, avoiding the broken glass and keeping her eye on Eli.

She takes a big breath on the verge of blacking out, fearing that her lungs might threaten to collapse on themselves when she hears several pops. It starts off small and subtle then progresses to something audible enough for anyone in the room to hear. Aramay had no clue as to what just happened. Only that her breathing improved and the pain receded somewhat. Only a small improvement from the variety of other problems that her body was trying to inform her of. For now she was more focused on making it to the door.

Aramay

She couldn't believe it. Both her and Eli went into the lab but she so far was the only one to get free. Free as one could be inside of the complex hallways. She heard him call for help on the radio and that encouraged her to get even further away than she already managed. Aramay didn't know how badly she may have hurt the guard but it was enough to make him back off. She still clutched the surgical instrument in her hand. Going into the lab got her turned around. She didn't know whether she was going forward or doubling back from where she had been already. It didn't seem to make much of a difference since she didn't know where the exit was. Still just as lost as before.

*pop* Her chest felt a sharp pain shortly before her sternum shifted; relieving the intense discomfort and relieved her previous breathing issues just a little bit more. No time to think about that now. She had to keep going and ignore her overall bodily soreness. Though she couldn't swear that her shirt felt tighter against her chest. Don't think about that now. Just focus on moving forward. She looked like an escaped patient. Bleeding from I.V. needle wounds, some droplets of blood on her shirt, frazzled, and walking around with only one slipper. No, she didn't stick out at all. Not one bit...

Aramay

She didn't know if she was walking for minutes or hours but it increasingly added to the sinking feeling in her stomach. The aimless wandering was what she had earned for not helping when she had the chance. Being lost was almost worse than being caught. It was the thought of being discovered that made her heart race faster than anything else. It was torture in and of itself. Walking around barefoot with a sharp instrument. Depending on who saw her made it either frightening or pathetic to their eyes. Being caught became less of a concern when there was absolutely nothing happening. She couldn't find an exit. Doesn't hear anything but the pads of her feet hit the floor. All that she was left to was her own blank thoughts that were as empty as the halls.

Her hears had grown so sensitive to the lack of sound that when she heard two pairs of footsteps coming through the hall that she practically threw herself against the wall to stay out of sight. A woman being held at the wrist by a male scientist of sorts. Aramay keeps away from their view, letting them pass her. Aramay didn't realize that she was now doing the same thing that she had already done before. Hide like a frightened dolt and just let the others get taken away till she was alone again. No, not again. Her chest tightened. She was making herself panic again.

Aramay followed Dusk and the scientist through the hall, down the stairs through the doors. She couldn't psych herself out enough to just jump the guy. Each attempt made her start to hyperventilate. She was slow to move into the enormous room. The scientist had gone but Aramay noticed that the girl was pushed into the room. Another cell maybe? It wasn't until after everything looked free and clear that she dared to go to the door that closed after Dusk was pushed into it. She peered in to see if the girl was still there.

Scientist

He watched through the one way bullet proof glass windows in the observation deck. He could see the entire maze from start to finish. He glance at his watch every once in a while, noting the time. He wrote on his clip board when she started marking the halls to help her remember where she had been, then the time when she stopped what she was doing and just sat. He tilted his head a little at the time, usually the newer mutants rebelled quicker, but it may also have been because of her weakened state that she was a bit more willing than most. He made a few side notes while he first pushed a white button than an orange button with the other hand.

He didn’t bother looking down into the gym, it would take a few minutes for the walls to rearrange. This gave him a few minutes to finish his side notes while the walls around Dusk closed in, making a small room like the one she started in. He glanced up as the last few walls fell into place, all the markings the cat mutant had made were now in random places, some even in the path that lead to the exit. He looked at his cheat sheet and nodded, this path would take a bit longer to complete than the original he had her started in.

He looked up and was about to push the green button to have her begin again when he noticed that another had entered the gym. He pushed a button, allowing the mutant into the little room that dusk had originally started out in and waited until the female was inside. He pushed the green button, letting the door slide open so both mutants had access to the labyrinth before them. He smiled wondering what would happen when the two met, which he could guarantee would happen as the ground under their feet started to heat up, forcing them to move somewhere else.

~Carmine~

She still eyed Camelion, she could tell just by his expression that he enjoyed seeing another’s pain like herself and would very well give her the information like he said he would. She nodded, her long hair brushing against her bare torso. ”Very well, I can have it removed but we don’t use sedatives here, only for putting out the more dangerous mutants when necessary. You get through that without harming any of my Healers then I’ll consider letting you work here.” She waved him off, allowing another guard to lead him off to get that chip removed. It made her think that some of the Institution’s technologies may be useful to her, as she hadn’t thought of a controlling chip in the brain before.

Eriyk

He watched the match, noting how this man moved. He was light on his feet, quick in his movements and used precise attacks to make maximum damage with the least amount of force. He noted the others reactions, cheering widely when their comrade finally got a hit in, but he could tell that the man allowed it to happen, feigning his loss of balance and then coming back with a fatal blow. He had seen movements like that before, only a few of the best guards could fight like that, and he could beat them all.

The man jumped down from the ring and walked over to him. “So Eriyk, enjoy the show? Now that the warm up is out of the way… why don’t you get up here and show me what the real boss of these morons can do?” He smiled, one side of his mouth rising to make the expression and took the towel off from around his neck. ”I won’t be so easy, he was only here a few weeks. I’ve spent my life in this building.”

He grabbed the top rope that ran around the ring and flung his large frame over the top and bounced on his feet lightly. He didn’t bother getting any gloves or protective gear, he would have the fool on the ground soon anyway. He was large, big enough to tell her lifted a large amount of weights, and it looked like he would be slow on his feet, he didn’t move to fast, hoping this man would think that like so many others have before. A large man didn’t move quickly like a small thinner an would.

Dusk


Dusk remained seated for a few moments, casually releasing and retracting her claws slowly. Suddenly the walls moved in to surround her again. Again she jumped slightly before forcing herself to relax. She was back in the box once again, and she could hear the slight shifting of something outside. Her body remained tense ready for whatever came next. If nothing drastic happened she would stay seated on the floor. Truly she would have done it earlier, if not for her claustrophobia. She was still feeling like a trapped bird, and her heart fluttered in fear as the minutes ticked on by, and still the walls didn't budge. She stood, not wanting to be caught at a disadvantage for whatever tricks the lab coat had come up with. Just as she was feeling desperate, the walls were suddenly removed, and she found herself back in the maze. Her eyes narrowed slightly. She could have sworn that there was previously a claw mark right in front of her. She whipped her head around, and found one behind her.
Still suspicious, but a little more sure of herself, Dusk finally settled for the idea that in her terror she had changed position. Finally deciding that was the case, she examined her handy work, purposefully staying where she was. She wasn't moving for anyone. Her ankles and side still hurt anyway, though her hands had healed enough to be bear able.
She was just about to sit down again, when the ground under her feet started to heat slightly. At first she thought she'd mistaken it, however soon her feet started to sweat, and she glanced down. Her bare feet, still had a small congealed cut straight through, however her feet were no longer bleeding. Soon the heat increased to an unbearable heat, she let out an involuntary gasp, as her feet started to burn and she took off through one of the corridors, one without her mark. She continued but stopped a little later, not wanting to run, then the heat was back on and she was forced onward.
Her brow creased in worry, as she hit a dead end, gazed back from whence she had come. The heat increased, and so with a deep breath, she ran straight back where she had come from. The ground was no longer hot, and she frowned slightly in confusion, before she finally came upon a possible solution.
They were driving her towards something. Her heart started to pound again. She doubted whatever the white coats wanted her to encounter was a good thing. Her heart heavy with dread, she continued to move forward as the heat came on.
It was strange, she was certain that she hadn't been this far in the maze, when she saw another claw mark, she stared quizzically at it, before the heat forced her to move further on. She was getting stressed again, and she was starting to move faster, pushing her new abilities to the limit. Her feet carried her as fast as they could down the corridors, her new abilities making her fast and agile. Her long black hair streamed out behind her, her green eyes alight with terror. Her grey nighty from the lab was shabby and clung to her thin form as she continued to sprint through the maze.
Her claws were unsheathed, and she continued to run as fast as she could through the corridors. Her feet were starting to throb again, but as of yet, they were holding out. As she turned to an un-clawed corridor the heat was so intense she was forced to back track. She wondered briefly when she would arrive at the destination they wanted her to go to. That was when a terrible thought entered her mind. What if they didn't want her to go anywhere in particular? What if their sole plan was in keeping her running till she dropped. She forced the thought down, refusing to think of it anymore.
That was when a noise caught her attention. There seemed to be something or someone breathing or moving nearby. Her heart beat faster against her ribcage, constricting her breath. What sort of living creature could be put in the maze for her to discover?

Finding the heat following her, and filled with terror, Dusk made her way around the corner to face the owner of the noise.

Aramay

She jumps back when the door suddenly slides open. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her head whips around to see if there were any cameras watching her. There was really no choice in the matter if she wanted to keep moving forward. Reluctantly she steps into the room, knowingly waiting for the door to shut behind her. Still, it didn't stop her from tensing up. Another door opens, which leads to a set of corridors. It doesn't take long for her to realize. 'Oh great. A maze.' But when she sees claw marks on some of the walls she stops, and stares. Her stomach churns at the thought of what possibly could have made those marks. She runs a nail along the wall. Normal human nails couldn't have made those marks.

She couldn't contemplate the clue for long. The floor began to heat up underneath her feet. Lifting up one foot, then the other while she looked at the floor. For a moment she panicked but when she moved a few steps over she noticed that it was only the floor that she stood directly on that grew hot that she could tell. As long as she kept moving and didn't let the pressure get to her then maybe she could do more than just plan what she was doing at that very moment. Something catches her ear. Footsteps far faster than hers could ever move. Aramay quickly tries to move away but to her realization the maze curled around. Right when she thought that she was moving away...

She darts around the corner full swing. She almost collides directly into Dusk. "Ah!" She yelps jumping back and swiping at the intruder in defense.

Dusk


Suddenly a woman hurtled round the corner, almost crashing into her. The lady took a swipe at her, but Dusk's instincts swung in. Dusk let out an almost feline hiss, her claws immediately out...that was until she got a second look at the woman before her. She cocked her head slightly, her brilliant green eyes locking onto the figure before her.
"You were there before" she managed to say matter-of-factly, looking at the girl quizzically, still suspicious. Why would the white coats want her to meet the lady?
"I'm Dusk" she said flatly, keeping herself a fair distance away from the woman. She still didn't trust her. Not after what had happened. Her side still gently throbbed reminding her of the dangers of mistake. She inwardly cringed at the thought of Carmine finding out about her lie. She forced the thought aside, trying to keep a grip of things. She was rather stuck. On one hand, it would be nice to have someone to help get through the maze, on the other hand, who knew why she'd been added to the maze...what happened if she was programmed to kill?
Dusk realised she'd been staring for quite a while. She was acting rather out of character, no longer timid and scared. She couldn't afford to be. She had to get back to the others. Her heart raced at the thought. They had to still be there. She needed to get out with both Nudge and Faith and find Ash, Matt and...Amp. The thought hurt. She had no idea what had happened to the kid. The last time she'd seen him, he'd been unconscious on the floor of the hospital...right before she was taken. Her eyes dulled at the memory. Remembering the guards assurance that Amp was certainly mutated as well, and that after her he'd be back for him. At least she'd given him a scratch down the side of his arm. She hoped it would scar...But if the guard was supposed to bring Amp back where was he? The lab hadn't captured him, could he have got free? Or….Dusk flinched, not bearing to think of the alternative of the guard shooting Amp. She had to get back, to find them all.
She returned to the present, waiting for the girls reaction. She gazed back over the walls. She was being treated like a lab rat. Isn't that what they did? Put rats in mazes, timing how long they would take. Dusk's eyes darkened dangerously. She was not going to act like a rat. She would get out fast, but she would try and cause some trouble if possible. She wondered briefly if they were observing her. She supposed they would have to, to monitor her. The thought gave her a rueful smile. Might as well send them a message.
Temporarily ignoring the woman, Dusk uncurled her claws and dragged them across the white walls.
Finally she stepped back admiring her handy work.
"Hope they like that" she muttered darkly.
The scratch marks carefully spelled out her message.
"When I get out. You are dead"

Aramay

The first thing that caught her attention was the girl's eyes. Aramay backed up even further. This girl had claws! Not sharpened nails, actual claws. Aramay's hands pulled closer to her chest so that the instrument wasn't just being waved out in front of her. So Dusk was the one who made those marks on the walls. It was both relieving and unsettling at the same time. "I'm sorry." It could have been an apology for swiping at Dusk, or for leaving them behind. Then another odd thing happened. She said her name, not in a pleasant manor but it still was a greeting."I...just woke up on a table with tubes sticking out of me." Aramay stops. "So, sorry if I'm not...I just want to get out of here."

Dusk looked like she was in pain but it wasn't like there was anything Aramay could do to help her even if she figured out what was wrong. Unfortunately there wasn't much time to work on pleasantries. It already started off sour. Dusk looked better equipped to injure someone than Aramay's dried blood from that guard clung to the surgical instrument. On the other hand she didn't appear to be completely focused on what was going on while Aramay twitched at almost every single noise or fast movement.

She tightened her lips and watched Dusk dig her claws into the wall to write out the message. It wasn't helping them get out. It probably would make their challenge even worse with how Dusk was trying to provoke a response to whoever was watching. "I think we should leave and save the threats for later." She said nervously, already looking for another way to go. "Maybe we should stick with corridors to the right...and go from there."

~Carmine~

She was just coming back from the cafeteria, liking her lips. She finally had some food in her stomach after a long day of nothing but talking with people. She probably hadn’t eaten yesterday either, seemed so anyway. Any guard she passed stepped out of her way, letting her get through the hallways without any interruption. She had ordered one of the guards to go around and give the mutants some food before they shut the lights out in the rooms. Any scraps left over from the cafeteria would be thrown in the cell and then a few minutes later the lights would be put out. She knew that other facilities probably fed them better but here she got the better results, even though the care for them was lacking. But it had to be done, keeping them weak is what kept them compliant.

She ran a hand through her hair, turning down a hallway and letting the soft locks of black and red brush against her back. She paused slightly as she felt a presence behind her. She turned, her bangs sliding over one eye as she did so, and focused her gaze on Camelion. She was a bit surprised that he was back so soon, he had stitches on the side of his head and his torso and shoulder were bandaged. ”Back so soon? Thought you might have wanted a rest before coming to tell me the secrets you keep.” She stepped towards him slowly, brushing those stubborn bangs behind her ear.

Scientist

He was jotting things down on two clipboards, now that there were two mutants inside the maze. There were others in the room, keeping track of things, and telling him the main points that needed to be written down. One was listening through some headphones at the conversation going on; apparently neither of them had any strong predator instincts, they were introducing themselves and planned on working together. He laughed, and looked up as the man observing their actions motioned for him to go over. The feline had scratched into the wall a message to them, he smiled, and not many of the mutants knew how to read let alone write so it was almost hilarious at seeing the message carved into the wall. When I get out. You are dead.

He shook his head with a smirk. ”The little kitten thinks she can attack us once she’s out.” A few others laughed along with him and he went back to the control panel pushing a red button. ”I doubt either of them will have enough strength to walk let alone attack after this.” He watched, arms crossed as he knew that, for one, the ground underneath their feet was heating up, and second, he had just allowed the pillars of fire to start working. He saw one shoot up from the ground a few corridors from the pair then disappear, another shot up in another part of the labyrinth. He nodded, the jets would be random, and there was no sign of where or when it would strike, not even a vent it the ground indicated where it could be.

Dusk


"I'm sorry."
Dusk cocked her head slightly. If it was for swiping at her there was nothing to apologise for.
"I...just woke up on a table with tubes sticking out of me. So, sorry if I'm not...I just want to get out of here."
Dusk gave the woman a quick nod, before glancing back at the scratched wall.
"I think we should leave and save the threats for later. Maybe we should stick with corridors to the right...and go from there."
Dusk glanced at the woman again, shrugging slightly. It wasn't as though things could get any worse. At any point Carmine would figure out about her lies, she'd continue to be experimented on, and her friends would also be tortured. In her opinion, currently rebellion was the only way she could live. Not survive, but live. There was a huge difference. Allowing the white coats to experiment on her without fighting back to sustain from injury, and would probably help her survive, but what kind of life was that? None the less, she understood what the woman was talking about. It probably would make things worse. Dusk was honestly beyond caring.
The woman's second comment also made sense. Without another word Dusk began taking the right corridors, before a sudden burst of heat came from behind. Dusk spun around at reflex speed to see the last of pillar of fire rising from the floor. Another second and it was gone. Dusk frowned. It appeared they were already striking back. Not that it would make much difference, they would torture her whether she rebelled or not.
She immediately made her way back to the spot where the fire had erupted from, careful to keep some distance. There was no change in the floor to show that the fire had been there. Dusk raised her eyebrows. Now there would be no way to tell when the fire would come. Best to be light on her feet than, Dusk thought uneasily. Forgetting the woman momentarily, Dusk sped off, turning as many rights as she could, clawing a single cross in each path she turned on. With this amount of trickery with fire and heated floors, Dusk assumed at any moment she might be boxed again. She remembered the shifting sounds, and fear ran through her as she thought of the walls possibly changing. Obviously she couldn't be sure, so Dusk was careful to mark the corridors differently now. She sped through as fast as she could, marking and continuing on, praying that she wouldn't be burnt of a cinder.

Aramay

Dusk didn't look to be a very talkative person. In fact, she barely talked at all. Aramay would have had better responses from a deaf person. Then it occurred to her. How long had this girl been down here? Was she even human to begin with? Everything was wildly off and nothing made sense. What the hell was happening in this facility? Clearly there were tests being done on people. Aramay was in the middle of one. Still, she had no clue just how far down the rabbit hole was. Regardless she was in desperate need of company that didn't try to attack or detain her. So when Dusk listened to her advice and started heading right, Aramay followed behind her.

Aramay started to sweat again. The stress was intensifying her paranoia but the physical illness that she was feeling felt completely off. She feels waves of hot and cold washing through her like she was coming down with something. It was causing her to slow down making it all the harder to keep up with the quick and agile Dusk. Suddenly intense, searing heat pushes her back with a nearly singed face and hair. The pillar of fire separated the two making the shock of the new obstacle all the more panic provoking. "You've gotta be kidding me!" She exclaims. After she remembers to breath again. "You shouldn't h-" Aramay stops. She holds her head from the sudden intense pain. Her body reminded her harshly that it wanted to rest and the stress was not doing her any favors.

Looking up Aramay just in time sees Dusk dash around the corner. Stumbling forward she does her best to try to catch up to the much faster girl. Beads of sweat roll down her face. It wasn't from the pillars of fire that shot up from the ground either. "Dusk?" She couldn't find her. The more she looked for her the more she felt like she was getting lost even though she was following to the right. "Dusk!" Aramay would then notice that there were new claw marks. For an instant a sense of ease helped stifle her anger for being suddenly left behind. A pillar of fire erupts not very far from behind her, prompting her to quickly continue moving forward. She stops just long enough to scowl at the ceiling and flipping the birdie to whoever was watching. Just because Dusk stirred up trouble it shouldn't have meant that both of them got in trouble for it and she was showing her protest the best way she could being out of breath most of the time.

Another small *pop* can be heard from her ribs. She could only figure that some of them were fractured. Yet the pain didn't get worse when it happened. It actually helped ease the discomfort. Her feet hurt each time they hit the ground to push her forward like she was stepping on something that shouldn't be stepped on. Something odd was definitely happening with her.

Dusk


"You've gotta be kidding me!...You shouldn't h-"
Dusk was already off. She didn't want to hear what she should or shouldn't do. That woman had obviously only been here for a small time, and didn't have half a clue of what truly went on. She'd had enough of bowing to their will, she would honestly do anything to make their job harder. Dusk hadn't felt like this before, normally she'd be the one to back off, and try and stay out of the lime light, however here it didn't seem possible.
"Dusk? … Dusk!"
Dusk heard the woman calling out behind her, however she didn't slow down. If the woman didn't want her upsetting the white coats and causing trouble, then she could stay behind. After all, if she'd made them angry then the closer the woman was to her, the more danger she was in. Dusk kept running, dodging back out of dead ends, and picking up speed. Fire shot up every now and then, but just behind her. At the rate she was going, it was probably hard to aim directly at her. She gave a hard smile, as she continued on. It this was the worse they had, she could deal with it. She could tell she was making progress, the exit couldn’t be that far ahead...she was losing stamina though. It seems this body was made for quick bursts of speed, not continuous ones. She found herself slowing down, just as fire erupted behind her, way too close for her liking, yet she just couldn't pick up the pace. She found herself gasping for air, her heart pounding in her ears to the rhythm of her bare feet.
She was now down to the speed of a normal human jogging. Just as she turned into the one of the corners, scratching her mark, a pillar of fire rose up to her right, just singing her arm.

She let out a scream, just as the fire went back into the ground. Her fore arm was blistered. She let out a weak groan, carefully holding her arm away from her, as the pain registered again in her mind. Her sight fogged up slightly as her exhausted body tried to register how to cope with this new pain. She stuffed her fingers in her mouth to keep from crying out, her eyes rolling upwards in an attempt to cope. The floor started heating up beneath her, and that was when her mind registered, she was sitting on the ground. The thought acted like a spear through her distort mind, and she forced herself to her feet to continue making it to the exit. Surely she was close to the end. The question was whether the white coats wanted her to finish. They could stop her with a press of a button.

~Carmine~

Carmine was at her desk, she had left Camelion where he was to rest, the snores having no effect to deter her from what she was doing. She had worked during Eriyk’s snores and through someone being interrogated or punished, this man’s quiet snores were as close as she got to silence these days. She then looked up as she heard a knock on the door and another man walked in. “Carmine, it’s Robert Wagner from Tracking. I’m sure you’re busy but we need to talk.” He was older, a full head of white hair and by the look in his eyes he had seen much in his time. He walked right up to her, giving the slightest of acknowledges that Camelion was there and spoke. “Hello, director, I need to know what the current situation is with the escaped mutants. I’ve got a plan underway to capture any of the remaining ones. It’s not our habit to work together, but this matter concerns us both and I need your help.”

She nodded, she remembered him, had seen him working with her father on occasion, but over all she didn’t need to keep too close track of their area. They found the ones to be tested on and they always did their job well in finding people who would not be missed by the populace. ”There are a few plans in place. I have one man working with my Eriyk to find a mutant that should contain all the files to the destroyed building. Another is going to be helping find the rest and I just received word on how to find a few that had been taken to the Institution, the damn thieves.” She pulled her hair back into a high pony tail, leaving her bangs out to fall across her forehead. She had just found the information she had written down that Dusk had given her and it didn’t match the story that Camelion had just given her. ”Anyways, you can go work with any of them if you choose to. What is the plan you already have in motion?” She looked up at him, the slightest hints of circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep she had gotten.

_Eriyk_

He was pretty sure he had the fight right then, as he was going to have the man out cold in this single move. He was slightly caught off guard as the man caught his balance and firmly placed his feet down on the mat. A punch to his hand broke the hold he had and the man’s back was to him, left leg out to kick him off balance. He hadn’t had an actual fight like this in awhile, the kick actually hit him. But he wasn’t going to get beat so easily.

He smirked as both his hands caught the man’s foot, yes the kick connected, he was slightly off balance, but had enough strength to reposition himself so that he could now pull the man back and down in one yank. ”Excellent, I haven’t had a real opponent in some time.” A quick peripheral glance gave him a few startled faces of guards who had never seen anyone last more than one move with him.

Scientist

He watched the two struggle through the maze, going through as fast as both were able to, helping each other along for a time. Again he was writing on the clip boards, and glancing into the maze to watch the progression. The new one, they didn’t have a name for this one yet as she was fairly new and the mutations didn’t bring any nicknames to mind, maybe she would name herself later or tell someone her name. Either way, she had seemed to fall behind, almost getting engulfed in the pillars. Dusk, the feline, had seemed to not care about her anymore, and left her behind to find the exit. She was close, but slowing her speed, and getting close to the pillars.

Dusk came almost to a complete stop as a pillar came up and singed her arm, he could tell she would need some care afterwards but wanted to see how far she could go. She sat there for almost a minute then, he supposed, the heated ground made her move ahead, and finally the open doorway was in front of her, but not out of the large room. They couldn’t have mutants running around by themselves now could they? He called for a guard to meet her down there first to give her a piece of the stale bread that would be her meal for the day and make sure didn’t run off before he could make his way down and assess her wounds.

Aramay

Aramay was quickly feeling herself wear down. She blinked hard and wiped her eyes with her sleeve due to her sweat dripping down and stinging them. She panted and wheezed like she was badly out of shape. But she knew better, she had been on the run for the past few years. Pushing her body to the limit was something that she was rather familiar with. In this case, she was barely going the pace of a slow jog. Only stopping or changing direction to dodge out of the way of the sporadic pillar of flame. Her mouth was so dry that her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth every time she tried to swallow. A bad taste stuck in her mouth from what little saliva she had left. "This is ridiculous...f*$%ing stupid." Her clothes were wet and clung to her skin. Enough to show that her breast bone was protruding. Not grotesquely so but enough to mistake her for being somewhat "pigeon-breasted"(or Pectus carinatum in medical terms). However she was more focused on whether she was in pain or discomfort or not rather than any physical deformities that were developing.

She gave up on calling out for Dusk anymore. By the third time that she stumbles and falls to the ground she's more intent to just keep moving. A slow walk was all she could manage. Her back ached, her feet ached, her head hurt, her whole body complained for mostly the same reasons. There was no way that she could complete the maze at even half the speed that Dusk would. For a fleeting moment she wondered if the girl had completed the maze and got out. Aramay heard a scream. She barely heard her voice but she was pretty sure that it was hers. A sharp pang of shock hits her. Did they get her? Was she killed by one of the spouts of fire? Or was she just injured? Aramay tries to call out to her but all that escapes her mouth is a squeaked rasp.

Finally she stops, dropping the surgical instrument to the floor with a clatter. Sputtering dry, airy coughs, then starts to dry heave. Nauseated and sick to her stomach. She suddenly looks around as if she was lost. Her eyes were glazed over "appearing" to no longer be physically capable of fearing for her life. Judging by how much her body was swaying she looked inebriated. In truth she was severely dehydrated and couldn't think properly anymore even if she tried. The feeling of heat and the sound of fire spewing up from the floor nearby gets her to step forward one more time. Her foot hits the floor awkwardly, then her knee abruptly gives under her weight. The rest of her body follows soon after. Her arms lift to her chest but don't quite reach out to break her fall ending up almost completely face down on the floor. The air escapes her lungs on impact. "Uhngn." Her body moved but only somewhat. Clearly trying to get back up off the floor which started to heat up below her. Her eyes blinked repeatedly. The most she could managed was a painful slow crawl. Only because the heat from the floor was becoming more unbearable than her complaining body....the exit was only around the corner however she was having a hard time deciphering where the ceiling and the floor was.