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Carmine

Diector of the Lab "Listen or be punished."

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

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~Name: Carmine Quenell

~Age: She may be one of the few people who grew up in the lab to know her exact age. 27

~Gender: Female though her actions would make sense for a man.

~Skills:From growing up in the Lab her skills aren’t those of normal women her age. She learned quickly to not feel remorse, pity or sympathy. Through this she learned to better her torture techniques, ignoring the screams, the moans, the pleas for help, all she focused on getting was the information or getting out her anger. She is quite inventive of her techniques, and so she has had her own weapons and toys made just for her. One of which is her glove. A specially made devise made of many different blades, each one stitched on precisely. On the inside it is silky smooth metal, cool to the touch and fitted perfect to her hand. While the outside is quiet different than that, each blade faces out, making the glove a slicing pro. The slightest touch with cause a thin line of blood to appear on the skin and if used just right, the glove can cause you pain for days on end before you finally die of blood loss a week or two after Carmine has started with you. (I will add more as her other toys are revealed)

Another skill is her weapons skills. She is adept at throwing knives; she has found many ways to hide her knives and is able to reach them quickly. She will not easily miss a target with her knives unless she is unable to see the target or is greatly disabled.

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~Description: Carmine is like any other woman; she has all the right curves in all the right places. She gets a lot of attention from the guards, they think because of her good looks she is willing but they are wrong when they end up the ones down in the torture chambers. She is like a poisonous flower, she has all the good looks and enticing moves but when you approach, she will not hesitate to cut you down without remorse. She takes great offence to men coming at her uninvited, she does not let anyone dominate except for her, that is her job and that is where she is going to stay if she has anything to do with it.

Because she rarely leaves the Lab her features are close to the mutants despite her position as the Lab’s director. She has light colored skin from not being outdoors often. She spends most of her time inside her study/office, in the experiment rooms or down in the torture chambers. Once in awhile she will go outside, this will usually be her taking matters into her own hands and going after whatever it was that the others could not obtain. Rarely will she go outside for her own desires like tanning or watching a sunset. If she did go outside more often her skin would be more tanned than the pale dark skin she has.

She has a small frame that makes her look frail. Despite her small stature of five feet nine inches, she is a lot stronger than her body makes her look. She could very easily outrun the fastest guard and takedown the strongest guard within a few minutes. This is from the few modifications she had done to herself. Of course the serums and potions were tested on others first and perfected before she had them made for herself. Because of these modifications, she still has her small body, and at the same time has great strength, and healing.

Her face is stunning; many of the new guards and naive slightly older boys they bring in for experiments will stop and stare. With her high cheek bones and perfectly curved eyebrows, her eyes have a perfect frame to them. Her eyes look like onyx stones, dark black pools that usually feel as if they are staring into your soul. This is generally a literal statement, while torturing someone she will manage to get the information you keep closet to you, bring to light your most kept secrets. You won’t generally see a kind light in them, she has rarely shown anyone kindness and so her eyes will most likely flash shades of red when she gets REALLY angry.

Her hair frames her face nicely like black silk. She keeps her hair straight and long, it flows down her back to her bare waist. She has long bangs that will hang in her face once in awhile and covers one eye, when she is angry, or having fun she will push her bangs out of her face. While she is torturing someone she will generally pull her hair into a ponytail to keep it out of the way. Because it is so long she can’t always keep her hair from brushing over all the blood that comes from her tortures, from this the ends of her hair are permanently died a deep crimson red. If she were too cut her hair the ends would end up red in just a few days, and it seems as if her hair absorbs the blood color and reaches farther up her hair.

Her smile is ruthless as well; any type of smile from her usually contains no form of sincerity or mercy. Her smiles will come in response to someone being in pain by her hand, or her orders being carried out the way she intended them to be carried out. These are the only things that will make her in anyway happy. Someone being in pain will bring her the most glee and will be one of the times she will actually laugh. This laugh is not sweet or kind; it’s hard and will cause a shudder to go through someone who hears it.

Her clothes are quite promiscuous. Her tops are generally small and leave her unmarked torso bare. She has a few bracelets that she keeps on her arms, but otherwise they are bare also. She will most often wear small shorts or a short skirt to go with her small tops. If she ever feels the need to dress up, she will most likely wear a shortcut dress that hugs her frame and reaches down to the floor, a large slit up one side will expose her bare leg. Despite wear a small amount of clothes, she finds ways to hide her weapons within them. The weapons she keeps on her at all times are her knives, she can find any place to hide one and has had some great training on how to use them to the best of her ability.

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~Personality: Carmine has a few different sides to her. The one that people see and get the wrath from is her normal everyday attitude. She is easily provoked and irritated by simple things that wouldn’t normally set someone off. Little things like someone not coming to her right away will get her angry, or someone not doing as they were told. Most of her irritations come from people not moving fast enough, not doing what she tells them to do, or things not coming out the way she wants them to be. When she is made, you can tell just by the sound of her voice. She will yell, scream and her voice carries through the hall to alert anyone else that she is angry.

She has very few outlets for this anger and the most efficient technique that she has found is the use of torture. She will take her anger out on the mutants, beating them and even doing experiments on them herself without the use of a sedative or pain killer. Her anger fuels her torture techniques and possesses. She can very easily ignore people’s screams, moans, groans, and pleas for help. All she cares about is hearing the screams and getting the information she requested.

This is the only time you will see her twisted type of humour and adrenaline happiness. Causing pain to others will put a smile on her face and is the one thing that will calm her down for a few days if she gets really into it. Hearing that someone is screaming will send a glee through her that she doesn’t normally get anywhere else. Most are scared of her sense of humour because she will laugh at people’s pain. She finds the most entertainment out of the tortures that happen, and her second most favourite is watching the Games that she has the scientists put on regularly.

Rarely will she show anyone any type of sympathy or kindness. There is one exception to her cruel attitude, Eriyk. Carmine and Eriyk grew up together in the Lab and so she has a small soft spot for her favourite and head guard. He is the only one that is able to talk to her without the fear of being the target of her wrath and also knows her almost as well as she does. He finds her the best people she can torture, the right people to work right under her and everyone else he will instruct and carry out discipline unless Carmine is in a bad mood.

~Fears: Being raised in the Lab, her father being the old director, and seeing all the things going on since she was little, she has no fears to speak of. If she were forced to say that she had one, she would say it would be someone else taking over the Lab but she knows that her position is secure and there is no threat of the job as Director being taken.

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~History:Carmine’s father was the Director of the Lab; the position was passed down from father to son since the organization was created. Each director had the same type of personality, angry, mean and liked using people with and without their knowledge. Carmine was the last child born to one of her father’s toys. He was getting old and he had not had a son in many years. The last one he had he gave to the Lab for experiments along with all the others that had been born. He didn’t want to die without a child being the next Director and so he kept Carmine. She grew up in the white halls of the Lab, hearing the screams, and even being witness to some of the tortures since she was old enough to walk on her own. Since she was able to get around on her own, her father let her fend for herself so she would become tough and uncaring. She quickly learned the ways to get what she wanted and who would give her the things she wanted. One of them was Eriyk, she would spend a lot of time with him when he wasn’t training with his father or out on some type of mission that her father had ordered. She preformed her first torture when she was ten. She had her father behind her but she worked alone, and after two days, she had more information out of the traitor than her father had expected. Not long after that her father started teaching her about running the Lab, choosing the experiments, making sure things happened on time, ect, ect. While her father was getting older he still held great control over the Lab and still didn’t notice her as often. During this time she did have a few experiments preformed on herself. Of course none were done without them being tested on others first and being perfected. The first was used to improve her physical abilities, to make her stronger, faster, all without changing her nicely formed body shape. The second was to enhance and speed her healing process. She can now heal any type of injury without the need of medical help. Small cuts almost instantly disappear, large injuries like gunshots and broken bones fix themselves in about an hour. The longest it has taken her to heal was a few hours with a head injury, great blood loss and her side ripped open deep enough to see the white of her ribs. Her father became sickly and the workers were starting to organize themselves into small groups, feuding with each other about what to do. This was her time to take over, it took several months before everyone started to fear, respect, and accept her position. One of the main events that got people listening to her was when she put herself in the Games; it was her against a fire mutant, a tiger mutant, and an eagle mutant. When she won she gained the respect of many of the scientists and their workers. But the guards were still unwilling to accept her rule. The deciding factor with them was her against their commander, who at the time was still Eriyk’s father. These matches were much the same as the Games; it was a fight to the death for role of the leader. This was the first and last time she hesitated on anything, she didn’t want to kill the one she called uncle or her best friend’s father. But she knew that if she did this, she would have all the guards working under her and Eriyk wouldn’t have to fight to be the next commander, he would get the role automatically by birthright. She went through with it and won the intense fight that lasted for almost a week with very little breaks and time for nourishment in between. With that, she became the official Director of the Lab and her childhood friend became her commander of the guards.

So begins...

Carmine's Story

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Commanding Guard: Eriyk

He was slightly surprised at how much commotion there was in the hospital, granted he had been in very few. The Lab did have its doctors and healers so there wasn’t much need to go to a normal hospital where they would constantly ask questions about you and where you came from, make sure you were a person in one of their many systems. That was one reason he had avoided them, and any type of government run facility, there was no record of him as an existing person anywhere. But that was what you got when you were born to the Lab, for the Lab, it was the same for carmine and a few of the other guards, they never existed, and most likely never will as far as the government was concerned.

He fallowed the shadow along the wall, intending to capture the two that were traveling through it. Then suddenly the lights went out, everywhere in the building systems shut down, anything electronic turned off, and in a few seconds a strange muted light came back on and things started working again. He lost sight of the shadow for a few seconds but the darkened light helped him find it more easily. Most usually saw things moving around in the shadows, the darker the area was, the easier it was to see the things moving around in the dark. The more you focused on the shadows, the shapes stood out more, and the more practiced you were at it, you could make out the spirit or thing that was moving about.

He quickly caught up to the swiftly moving thing and could now make out that it was definitely a mutant, one with wings and she was carrying a small boy with her. Obviously they knew they couldn’t stay in the hospital and were trying to get out. He immediately caught the girl, sliding a tranquilizer bullet from his sleeve and sliding into her neck. He was near the door, in one of the darker shadows in the corner and with a chanced glance through the glass doors; he saw a set of vans being stopped by the normal officers. He cussed and laughed mentally; he knew Caine had gotten a few he couldn’t collect and was about to take off with them; he wasn’t going to like telling carmine that he had lost them. But on the other hand, he was being stopped and that gave him his chance to get out. Then one of his mutants possibly knew one of the others and would be helpful in getting them back, and telling if there were any more.

He picked up the girl and the boy, laying them each on his shoulder, and walked out with them, moving swiftly to the trees. He knew how to move in the shadows, without getting anyone’s attention and didn’t even get the tenseness of anticipation anymore at being caught by the normal federal officers.

He saw that the girl he had brought out earlier was unconscious on the ground. He nodded, they were always much more compliant when they were unconscious, there was less screaming, less fighting, it made his job so much easier. He set the two that he had down on the ground, and barked out a few orders to the guard that was already there. In a few moments, the hounds were awake, standing submissive to him and the mutants were tied to their backs and ready to go. He glanced around, noticing that not all of his men were there. He quickly called in for a chopper. It would wait there for the stranglers and take them back. He whistled once and the hounds took off at an alarming pace with him right behind. Some were slightly curious about his ability to run so fast, as he was keeping up with the fast hounds and not breaking too much of a sweat. But that was why he was commander wasn’t it.

Carmine

She was not a patient person, and this waiting was making her more irritable. She was wondering when the others were going to come back, what information there was, and hopefully the government hadn’t gotten involved at all. Then she got a call, she rushed over to her desk, swiftly pulling the phone to her ear. ”Hello!? Speak. Now!” The frightened man on the other side spoke quickly, he could tell that she was not in a good mode and didn’t want to make it worse. ”The northern facility has been taken care of, there’s no trace of it anywhere now. All mutants found inside were dead, but there is evidence of several escaping, anything worth salvaging is heading back now and your guards are bringing back any mutants they find.”

Finally there was some good new coming from the explosion that had caused her so much grief and many headaches. ”Thank you, the moment they come back, send them down to the chambers. Let’s see what information we can get out of them.” She put the phone back on the receiver, and sighed, rubbing her forehead. Thankfully the building had been taken care of before she got the call that someone had found it. There had be reports of some inspectors snooping around she was glad she hadn’t heard of them coming to bother her again.

She glanced at the papers that littered her desk; she didn’t want to have to deal with the task of going through them, signing off on things and doing a desk job that she had to find someone to do for her. She would ask Eriyk to do it for her later. He knew how to deal with the paperwork as easily as he could subdue any mutant in the building. He was brute strength but she was glad he brains as well, she was tired of guards coming in that could barely write their own names. She left her office and headed down the hall, the cool air from the vents brushing against her bare torso and long legs she left exposed with the small shorts.

Getting down to the lower chambers she almost felt at home as she started hearing the screams that were muted in her office upstairs. She noticed that there was a boy pacing back and forth in front of the empty interrogation room she had prepared for her next use. She glanced him over, her dark hair falling over one black eye like it normally did, the deep crimson tips brushing against her stomach. ”Who are you? You better not have been messing with any of my toys inside there.” She crossed her small arms across her chest, with a slightly stern look on her face that had most people thinking she was about to hit them, which she usually did when she was in a foul mood.

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Nathan Darga

Nathan started as he heard a voice. It was not a good voice. Harsh and irritated. Knowing the people who worked here, Nathan didn't want to irritate anyone. He turned to she Carmine. Oh Gosh! He was in trouble if he angered her. He stood up a little straighter, thanking his stars that today he'd tidied up better, and had wore jeans that actually fit him and a decent shirt. This was soon forgotten as he looked at her. Man she was pretty. Obviously not as good as his Cassey, no blondes grabbed his attention, but wow. He controlled himself and managed to hold in a wolf whistle. No Cassey would not like this girl. She would know he was taken by her. Her long black hair reminded him of his previous girlfriend, and another pang of guilt ran over him. Her figure was perfect, if slightly thinner and paler, once again startling in contrast to his ex. He held in a sigh.
As much as Carmine was attractive, those eyes were far from it from Nathan's perspective. They were dark. Really dark and dangerous too. They seemed to stare right into him, and Nathan took a mental note to avoid situations where he would need to lie. Hell! She seemed to stare right through him.
Finally Nathan managed to realise that Carmine had spoken, and this required an answer.
"I am Nathan Darga, Miss. I am not messing with anything of yours, however I previously requested a higher job involving interrogating the mutations. I was told to wait in order to watch a true interrogation in action, which I am looking forward to serving the facility"

Gosh that was gay! He was not pleased with his answer, he had tried to act a little more formal, however that just wasn't his style. He was more relaxed, never saying more than he had too, but he could not take his words back. He just prayed that Carmine would accept it. All he really wanted to do now was start the interrogation...kind of. He just wanted to do the right thing...the right thing that involved the cash. No- that is not my main purpose. He lied to himself. It's not about the money, it's about helping humanity...isn't it?

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Carmine

She raised one eyebrow at the boy’s statement. Obviously her presence seemed to stun him or caught him off guard. That had happened before and she wasn’t surprised, she hadn’t seen the boy before, or at least she didn’t remember him if she did, and so of course her direct question and attention to him would bring out a slightly cheesy and over worded answer. ”You want to be an interrogator, Nathan? Strange position to be asking to join.” She slightly remembered the name, someone they had hired just to clean up the rooms that they used. She wondered slightly if he had asked just so he could get a hire pay, if that was the case this interrogation may scare him out of that. Or if he got through it, she could train him to be a good torturer like she had done with the others.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and strode into the room. She always checked over her things before the actual people got there, making sure all her toys were in order. On the side wall there was a gleaming silver rack, with many metal instruments. An assortment of knives, which ranged from butcher knives to tiny scalpels to swords were all precisely placed in their own spots. Then there were a few whips hung on their hooks, ne with long leather strips and different sizes of sharp metal at the tips. The other was made purely of metal, stitched together so that each strike would cause the metal to tear off long strips of skin on the person instead of just leaving the small slices. And of course, her specially made glove and she used in almost every interrogation. It hung down, the small knives and blades freshly cleaned and polished so it almost sparked to her eyes.

She smile and turned to look around the room, glancing at the few placements she could put the incoming mutant in. there was a place along the wall, where she could chain them up and turn a small wheel that would cause sharp spikes to drill into their back. Or there was the table, where they would be staring into the white lights of the ceiling. And lastly there was the chair, she could strap them in and use some of the electric toys she had on a separate rack near that one. She turned to the boy.

”Where would you start? What would you use?” she wanted to assess what he already knew about torture, about bringing the most pain to the person without them actually falling unconscious first. If he had good enough answers, she might even use the idea’s on the first one they brought in to her.

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”I like the way you think. Between physical pain and psychological...Yes, the spikes are for the non useful ones. To get the last pieces of information and the most screams. The chair tends to be for the mutants that have been here for awhile. Most of them are used to pain and need a higher level of it to get what is needed out of them. The table is the best for psychological pain, which is necessary for the newest ones. They need to be broken first, submissive, so there aren’t so many issues. Depending on the mutants the guards bring in will determine which place they will go…”
Nathan grinned with the obvious praise. He was starting to enjoy this, torture was truly an art. By this time, the anger was going through his veins, and the savage side that is in us all, came out and through Carmine was fed. Eventually though he wanted more, he needed blood. To avenge whatever the hell the mutants had done to ordinary people, the legal people. His anger continued as he dimly noticed Carmine's voice was no longer directing towards him.
He let his eyes roam back over the instruments, fuelling his anger and allowing adrenaline to get the better of him. The soft side was shut away as he attempted to get himself in the mind frame fro success and also money.
He was growing increasingly impatient. The sick anticipation he had previously had now dissolved into one of savage enjoyment. The anticipation grew stronger as he prepared himself. Finally he could contain it no longer.
He turned to Carmine.
"Do you know what time the mutations will arrive?"
As soon as the words were spoken, Nathan came back to the surface, and he realised he had spoken without being asked. In a normal situation, this would not be a big error, here he felt it could be bad. He hoped that his previous answer would please her enough to overlook his mistake.
The anger was still there, but diminished. In the fear of the moment, he realised how far he had changed and managed to control himself a little better. In all truth he was a little shocked, and not overly pleased...

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Carmine

She was lost in her thoughts, previous tortures, different techniques she wanted to try out, and old ones that she hadn’t used in a while when a voice brought her back to the room. She was caught up short, no one spoke to her so casually, the only other person who spoke to her like that was Eriyk. She stood from her half lounging position against the table and turned to Nathan. Her dark eyes were even darker at the outburst from the boy, her dark hair around her making the effect even more menacing than she knew.

She was going to get mad at him, but it dawned on her his tone of voice, and the look he had that split second before it was replaced by hidden fear behind his eyes. She could use that anger he had shown before, as long as he was loyal, anger was good, in the right places for the right purposes. He asked when the mutants were coming and she smiled a little. The side of her lips rising up in almost a smirk. ”Eriyk is coming with them. They should be here soon as long as there were no complications.” The boy was anxious to learn more about torture, and the anger was put in the right place. She could tell that it was a good decision to let Nathan have a higher position.

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Eriyk

They had finally gotten to the Lab, the large white building looming up in front of them. He was somewhat relieved to get back, he hadn’t been out that long and he was already sick of the outside. All the people, the noise, and the prying eyes to whatever he was doing. He preferred the isolation, that was how he grew up, and that was how it was going to stay. It was better to stay in the building, in the training rooms, watching a Game or two, and if he did decide to go outside, it was always in the quiet of the woods.

He brought the hounds to a stop just inside the doors of the Lab, which slammed shut as the last one came in. The large metal doors closed with a hallow clang and the outside blended in with the outside, hiding the entrance seamlessly. The guards waiting for them unstrapped the mutants and the hounds were heard down to their cells. Eriyk took a quick glance at the ones that he had caught, silently wishing in his head that he had gotten more and that damn Caine hadn’t intervened.

He saw that one of them was awake, the first one he had gotten, the feline mutant. He had almost forgotten about the deep scratches that he had on his arm. He would have to tend to them, and let Carmine deal with the girl for him. He glanced at the other two, the winged girl was still unconscious and the boy was obviously very weak. ”Take them to the healers. Send them to their own cells when their strong enough for it.” He glanced back at the feline, who was obviously frightened, and he wondered how long she had been at the Lab. Probably not long by the look of her, she still had muscle, definition to her body, much unlike the ones who had been in the Lab for years. ”I’ll take this one to Carmine, she might have information.” He smirked and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her along, ignoring her struggles against him.

Carmine

She glanced over at the boy; she could tell that he was getting anxious, wanting to get on with the torture. She was the same, she wanted Eriyk to hurry up, so she could her frustrations out and finally calm down. This anxiety increased as she heard footsteps coming down the hallway along with faint noises of someone struggling. She smiled, and went out to see who Eriyk had brought her. She saw a girl, her black hair wrapped round Eriyk’s hand, keeping her tethered to him. Her skirts and bodice were well worn and in tatters. She thought that once the dress would have been a lovely piece of clothing, but the wear and tear had dirtied it, and it was no long salvageable.

She noted that the girl didn’t look as beat as the others tended to be and knew immediately that this one had to be beaten down. The look in the girl’s eyes was that of curiosity and fear of the things around her, not the terror that didn’t fade from the regularly beaten. She stood on her toes, giving Eriyk a kiss on the cheek a smile that almost seemed sweet. ”Thank you so much! I can have fun with this one.” Eriyk smiled back at her, and gave her a small bow. ”I thought would like a stress reliever, and could use some fun.” Eriyk strode into the room and at Carmine’s instruction, strapped the girl down on the table. ”Have fun little kitten.” He chuckled and walked out to leave Carmine, and the boy he just noticed was there, to their work.

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Dusk felt herself released and she fell to the floor. The moment of respite was slight as the same man that had taken her gabbed her by her hair and dragged her down a corridor. The bright lights and white paint gave her a bone chilling reminder of the lab, and she started to struggle though it appeared that it made no difference, beside increasing the intensity of the pain from being dragged by her hair. Suddenly they stopped, and she found herself letting out a small gasp as the tension on her hair lessened a little.
”Thank you so much! I can have fun with this one.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
”I thought you would like a stress reliever, and could use some fun.”
That was all she was? A stress reliever. Fury mixed with terrror shone in her eyes as she twisted to get a glimpse of whoever the man was talking to. She immediately wished she hadn't. The woman was thin and arrogant in appearance. She was attractive, no doubt about it, but all Dusk could think of was what this woman was going to do to her. Her cold black eyes roved over her like she was some scientist deciding the best way to stick a pin through a specimen. This did nothing to calm Dusk down, it was too similar to what was probably going to happen.
Suddenly she was forced to move again, into a new room. Dusk didn't like it. She used the remaining ounce of her strength to try and get away, before she was finally lifted and thrown onto some sort of bench. Her arms and legs were immediately strapped down, before the man learnt over her.
”Have fun little kitten.”
The words sent a chill down her spine, and she threw her head to the side to try and figure out what was around her.
She immediately wished she hadn't. The wall was lined with so many knives…
She looked away before her eyes met with another's. Her mouth opened in wordless shock.
Nathan?


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Nathan heard the commotion in the hallway as Carmine went out to receive it. He decided to wait in the room for the time being. There was a brief exchange of words, before a larger man carried something in with his back towards Nathan. Whatever it was it was putting up a struggle. He smirked, not for long. Finally the man walked away and Nathan was able to get a good look at the thing he was to watch being tortured.
His face whitened, and his breath was drawn short. He started to shake as a thrill of cold terror coursed through him. He managed to take a few faltering steps towards the girl, before forcing himself to stop. Her thin frame was strapped to the device he had suggested, her long black hair splayed out around her head. Suddenly her eyes locked onto his own, and he was forced to endure her gaze. Her eyes were large and filled with terror, before recognition flowed into them. An expression of sorrow and then confusion flittered over her features, before it settled on hope.
He backed away, his face bloodless.
Her eyes were a startling, unnatural green.

"Is she a shape shifter?" His voice came out husky and thick with emotion. She had to be. Sasha didn't have those eyes, no she had deep dark brown eyes. Even so she wore the same dress from the eighteenth. A strange feeling of love and tenderness rushed over him as he remembered the evenings they'd spent together before….before she went missing. The love was suddenly replaced by a pained expression. This was not her. This...this thing was trying to hurt him, make him guilty for finding Cassey and letting Sasha leave. He had heard that some mutants could change form and read minds, this one was obviously the same and trying to make him feel guilty. His anger started to build. He was going to kill it. How dare it pretend to be Sasha Marten? His fists clenched at his side, forcing himself to stay put. Not that he could move if he wanted to. He could neither help nor hurt it, both anger and sadness washed over him in waves. And all the while that awful things deep green eyes begged him to release her...no it.

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Carmine

She waited for Eriyk to strap the girl down. She watched, looking to see what kind of mutant she could be. Eriyk pretty much gave her the answer with the simple word of kitten. She could the pick out the features attributed to a feline mutant, the small frame, lithe figure, the almost glowing eyes, and her nails seemed slightly thicker than normal’s nails would have been. He eyes flicked over to Nathan, and his reaction wasn’t one she expected. The boy whitened, stiffly took a few steps forward then, stopped and his emotions played over his face. She watched, and his emotions conflicted with each other. ”Is she a shape shifter?”

She glanced between the two as he asked the question and she strode over to her shelf. She pulled down a simple knife, twisting it between her fingers, and being practiced as she was, she didn’t draw blood on herself despite the freshly sharpened blade. She wanted to see more of the boy’s reaction, he obviously knew something, or he was having second guesses about learning from her. She would squash those feelings, for him to be useful to her, she would have to bring out more of the anger, and make sure it was directed appropriately.

She held the knife loosely in one hand and pointed the tip to the girls eye, pushing down ever so slightly so her eye lid opened, just like she would with an animal. She saw the fear in the girl’s eyes, and hope that flashed there when she was looking at Nathan. ”No, she isn’t. You can tell because her frame is so small. These eyes are bright, used for seeing in dark places.” She brought the knife up off the girl’s face and pointed it at the girl’s hand, pressing the tip on one of her fingers, drawing blood but at the same time pressing precisely so her nails would unsheathe. ”Shifters can change their whole appearance, not a single part.” She turned back to Nathan, and decided to see how far she could push him. ”Where should we start then? You’ve done nicely with deciding where to put her.”

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Nathan instinctively stiffened as Carmine pointed the knife at the mutants eyes, making them enlarge for a second.
”No, she isn’t. You can tell because her frame is so small. These eyes are bright, used for seeing in dark places.”
No. The word broke into his thoughts like ice. If she wasn't a shifter this was Sasha Marten.
He watched through hopeless eyes are as Carmine pressed the tip of the knife down on one of Sasha's slender fingers, suddenly a claw unsheathed. Carmine was talking, but Nathan was having trouble listening. That single claw. Anger stirred in him once again. All this time and she had never told him? He gave her a visible glare, watching as her eyes changed and she shrunk back further. He convinced himself that she had lied to him. He was going to pay her back. She opened her mouth to say something, before Carmine spoke.
”Where should we start then? You’ve done nicely with deciding where to put her.”
Carmine obviously was curious about his reaction.
"I don't know enough about torture to decide. Whatever it is, I want it to kill her in the end, but not before she suffers and reveals everything she knows" his face was dark, and his voice split the air like ice "She lied to me. She must have. I used to know her…" he managed to choke out, revealing how much it was hurting him.. He wanted Carmine to know what was going on. He needed her to trust him, because he was going to work for her and get revenge.


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"Is she a shifter?"
Nathan's emotion filled voice shocked her. Why was he here? Seeing him bought back so many memories...it hurt. He had left her for one of her friends. Even so, that was the least of her worries. She had thought perhaps by some miracle him being here would mean she might get out alive. At first he seemed scared and the blood drained from his face, he wasn’t' expecting her. Even so, she couldn't help silently begging him to get her out. Something in his expression changed as her torturer told him that, no she wasn’t a shifter.
The tip of a knife was pressed carefully under her eye as Nathan gave her a hate filled glare. She shrunk back before something pricked one of her fingers forcing her claw to unsheathe. If anything Nathan's expression grew darker. She opened her mouth to explain herself before the ladies cold voice broke her thoughts.
”Where should we start then? You’ve done nicely with deciding where to put her.”
Dusk stiffened at the words. He decided to put her here? That was when Nathan replied. His hate filled words rocked her to the core. Tears rose unbidden in her eyes.
"Nathan I didn't…" she choked out "They did it. They changed me. I didn-"

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"I don't know enough about torture to decide. Whatever it is, I want it to kill her in the end, but not before she suffers and reveals everything she knows. She lied to me. She must have. I used to know her…" She raised an eyebrow at the comment. So the two know each other, this could be more useful. She liked the way his words came out, so dark and ready to draw pain. But there was a pain behind them, something she would have to get rid of.

"Nathan I didn't…They did it. They changed me. I didn-" She frowned, spun on her heel and slapped the girl. She could see the instant red hand print on the girl’s cheek and the quickly forming bruise. ”Quiet!! I shouldn’t hear words out of your mouth unless they are answers to my questions. I doubt Nathan wants to hear more lies come from you anyway.” She didn’t particularly care if the girl told Nathan lies or truths, but she was going to make sure that they all sounded like lies to him anyway.

She had noticed the dried blood on the side of the ruined dress and figured that she had been hurt there before. She swiftly drug the knife down the girl’s side, slicing into the wounded flesh and bringing out a good blood flow but not enough for the girl to start feeling light headed. She then slammed the knife down through the girl’s hand; Carmine knew enough about anatomy to make sure that the knife didn’t severe anything important, or even cut through any major veins. Blood dripped from the edges of the knife but for the most part, the main pint of the action was to bring pain. She strode over to the shelf, picking out a few more knives. ”Now for the questions. Which I expect to be answered truthfully and quickly. Or there will be punishment for it.”

She strode over and point the hilt ends towards Nathan. ”You can deal out punishment if her answers aren’t quick enough or if they show any hint of being untruthful.” She turned from the boy, leaving him with the freshly sharpened knife, and one in her own hand. She looked down at the girl, the tips of her hair brushing against the blood on the table from the side wound. ”Who else escaped with you? We know there are others so you can’t say there wasn’t anyone else.”

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He walked down the hall towards the healer’s quarters. It was a separate section almost separate from the rest. He hated the damn healers but he knew they were necessary. Most of the healers hated the treatment they gave the mutants, mainly because the ones they brought to them were almost dead and the guards that went in only had small scratches and cuts to get bandaged. But their pay checks kept them coming back and working, and as long as the mutants were kept alive and in some shape or form, useful, they would continue to get paid.

He walked into the large room; a few scientists were walking to the different mutants, each one strapped down on a bed, an IV in one arm, the ones who were awake either didn’t dare make a sound or were whimpering softly to themselves. Healers were bustling around, checking wounds, getting bandages, rushing for needles and pain killers. Granted Carmine gave them a limited supply of those, they used them as much as could on the worse of mutants. He noticed that the two he had brought in were already there, strapped down on beds next to each other, a single healer working on the two of them.

He went and sat down in the chair one of the assistance had directed him to, while another checked out his arm. He rolled up his sleeve, which caused the scabbed over claw marks to start bleeding again and the healer ran for bandages. He honestly sat there completely bored. He had seen this before, had been in here multiple times and each time it never got any more interesting for him. He felt the Lab could do without a healer’s quarters and should just let the weak mutants die. If they could stay alive on their own they shouldn’t live. He waited for the assistant to tie off his arm and quickly left. He would rather be in a training room instead and headed in that direction.

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Dusk's sentence was interrupted abruptly as she got a hefty slap from the female. She let out a gasp, as a rush of pain filled her head and she forced to remain silent. The side of her face was inflamed and she could already feel the deep bruising.
”Quiet!! I shouldn’t hear words out of your mouth unless they are answers to my questions. I doubt Nathan wants to hear more lies come from you anyway.”
Obliging Dusk remained quiet. Tremors ran down her slender form as a mixture of terror and heartache effected her. She glanced up at Nathan's face, but there was no comfort there. His face was dark and anger flashed in his eyes. She wondered exactly what had made him so different, and why on earth would he work at the lab.
Suddenly a knife pierced her injured side and she barely managed to hold in a shriek as the blade slid down her damaged flesh. She could feel a sufficient amount of blood pool down her side, but to her dismay there was nothing to help her sink into unconsciousness. She distracted by the pain, and didn't notice as Carmine lifted the knife again. Swiftly is was brought down straight through her hand. She let out a uncontrolled cry of pain before clamping her mouth shut. She drew in a hasty breath through clenched teeth as her eyes rolled back somewhat, trying to deal with the pain.
”Now for the questions. Which I expect to be answered truthfully and quickly. Or there will be punishment for it.”
She shut her eyes instinctively, blocking out the white lights and both her interrogators dark faces. She purposefully gave no sign that she had heard Carmine, however her white face gave her away.
”You can deal out punishment if her answers aren’t quick enough or if they show any hint of being untruthful.”
Again Dusk forced herself to remain motionless, though her heart rate quickened. She kept her eyes firmly shut, her lips tightly pressed together.
”Who else escaped with you? We know there are others so you can’t say there wasn’t anyone else.”
She stiffened at the question. She would answer questions related to herself and that wouldn't hurt anyone else. She stayed silent before a knife pressed it's point into the sole of bare foot. It started to go in slowly, increasing the pain until she forced herself to answer.
"Just...just two. Just the one's you have" Her voice was strained, and rose in pitch as she struggled to stop herself from screaming. The blade stopped going in, but was not removed.


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Nathan watched Sasha with a blank expression. He forced himself to hide his emotions, though there was no longer any regret. His anger had taken over that. He ignored her response claiming that the institution had transformed her. No one would create something that hideous. She was born that way, and she had lied to him.
He watched as one might observe a scene from behind a piece of glass as Carmine dug her knife into Sasha's side. The girl remained silent, though her face was strained and the clenching of her jaw betrayed the pain. His placid expression shifted slightly as Carmine drove her knife through the mutants hand causing her to cry out. He flinched a little, his smooth surfaced expression rippled slightly as a still water ripples as a pebble is thrown in. He quickly mastered himself as Carmine passed him a knife. He gripped the handle so tightly the veins in his hands stood out and his knuckles became white and bloodless. He used the blades handle as a tangible way of keeping a grip on himself.

As Carmine questioned Sasha, the girl remained motionless and silent. She was being stupid. Carmine would get the answers out of her soon enough. Who cared about the others anyway? They were also just scum waiting before they could have their last breath. His irritation grew. He gripped the knife tighter before pushing the blade slowly into Sasha's foot. Right in the middle was wear it was most painful, and he purposefully took a long time pushing the blade in slowly increasing the pain. As soon as she answered Nathan stopped pushing it in. He was unsure of whether this was the right answer as he was in the dark of the circumstances surrounding Sasha's recapture. As a result he kept the blade in, neither increasing nor decreasing the pain. He waited for Carmine to respond.

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She was a little disappointed that the girl didn’t answer her question right away when she said that she wanted answers right away. She glanced at Nathan and noticed he was already pressing the knife she gave him, into the sole of the girl’s foot. She nodded with approval; the spot would bring out the most pain with the least amount of damage. ”Just…just two. Just the one’s you have.” Carmine liked the way the girl’s voice rose and was strained to keep from screaming. She shook her head, she didn’t understand why the mutants bothered to try and save the others, it just caused more pain for themselves. Granted she wouldn’t lessen up on the pain either way. ”Don’t lie to me child. Why would you be here if those two were the only ones?” She glanced at Nathan, giving him a slight nod to continue with the punishment he was giving.

She turned, going back over to her rack of toys and waiting until she heard the mutant’s screams. When she didn’t hear any words from the girl’s mouth she glanced over the items on the rack before turning around. ”I’ll ask again. Who else escaped?”

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As Carmine nodded to him, Nathan dug in the knife even further. Suddenly it hit something hard. Bone. Immediately he wrenched it out, covered in her dark blood, before pushing it into the other foot. His anger leant him adrenaline, and he wanted nothing more than to watch Carmine teach her a lesson.
All the guilt he had felt over her vanished, and he felt as though he avenged himself for the wrong she had committed him. He twisted the knife in his grasp, causing deeper and more painful wounds to the soles of her feet. No doubt it would take her a while to walk on them again without pain.
He looked down at her form, and even in his fervoured state, he still felt a little tenderness for her, though the anger far outweighed it. They could have been together if she had been honest. At this thought the knife went further still.
Carmine requested a response again as Sasha desperately tried to keep her silence. He gave her a hardened look, warning her not to deny Carmine the answer. Then again, he half wanted her to keep silent to watch Carmine at work.


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”Don’t lie to me child. Why would you be here if those two were the only ones?”
Dusk let out a weak groan as the knife suddenly hit bone, then it was wrenched out, taking more flesh with it. Her eyes flew open and she let out an ear-piercing shriek as it was buried into the next foot. The pain intensified, and she desperately tried to pull her legs out of the bounds that held them in place, this only succeeded in cutting her feet more. The knife suddenly twisted, and she could no longer hold in a bone chilling scream.
Her hands clenched into fists, aggravating her left hand which had been stabbed right though. Still she forced herself to reveal nothing.
”I’ll ask again. Who else escaped?”
"Please…" she let out a strangled gasp. "I can't tell you"
Her voice rose to another scream as the knife was pulled out of left foot. The slight reprieve was sure to be over soon, as Carmine examined her other tools.
"Nathan…" her voice was barely over a whisper "If you want to kill me kill me now...don't let her find out...I can't tell her"
Dusk's voice was hoarse and her eyes were glazed over, as she struggled to compose herself enough to speak. Her chest heaved in an attempt to get enough oxygen to keep her alive. Half of her wanted to desperately to tell Carmine, to stop the pain. But deep down she knew that revealing anything was not going to stop it. She couldn't let the others down, if she only had too, as far as it was up to Dusk, Carmine would stay with just two besides herself. She was at a disadvantage not knowing who the two were, if Carmine asked for a description she would have to keep quiet. The others had gone through far worse she would stay silent. For all of them, for as long as she could. She didn't over estimate her strength, she would tell eventually...but not now, just not now....

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”Please…I can’t tell you.” The girl’s voice came out in gasps. And she watched as Nathan pulled the knife out and the girl screamed. She tilted her head a little, wondering you he had stopped. Maybe she should show him how to continue. "Nathan…If you want to kill me kill me now...don't let her find out...I can't tell her" She frowned, The little kitten thinks she can get out the easy way. She strode over, a new set of knives in her hand and slammed one in the girl’s other hand, and one in each of her ankles. Again, she made sure she barely cut any veins, limiting the blood flow and bringing out the most pain without severely damaging the girl. ”Now kitten, no one is going to die or be killed. Not yet, for a long time if I have anything to do about it.” She went back over to her rack and pulled down something that looked like a glove. It looked like a series of knives just stitched together in the shape of a hand. That was partially true, but it was stitched just right so that the inside was smooth and silky. The outside was freshly sharpened after every use and cut through any type of skin like butter. ”I’m done being nice now. I want answers.” She strode over to the girl, seeing her obvious fear of the weapon carmine had over her hand. ”Who? How many, and what can they do” She waited for the girl’s answer, ready to bring her glove down on the girl’s stomach if she didn’t answer once again.

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Suddenly Carmine came over with three knives. Dusk stiffened before one was driven though her right hand. She yelled out in pain, her eyes rolling into head, only to have her scream as the other two found their places through her ankles. Her back arched in pain, rising it above the bench before her bonds forced her down again. The movement did nothing to ease her, as even the slightest move pushed her ankles into the blades, cutting them even more.
”Now kitten, no one is going to die or be killed. Not yet, for a long time if I have anything to do about it.”
Dusk let out a crumpled moan through clenched teeth at her words. Her helplessness only intensified as Carmine went back over to her rack of knives and Dusk was forced to lie still and endure. It was really the only thing left for her to do, that and scream...or as Carmine wished and talk. The pain was making her ears ring and she could barely focus her eyes as a red mist seemed to cover them each time another punishment was delivered. Suddenly Carmine returned, her face dark and angry.
”I’m done being nice now. I want answers.”
That was when Dusk saw the glove. Blades were positioned all over it, each one glistened and she could not draw her eyes away from the torture device they beheld. Each one was sharpened to perfection, and through the pain in both hands and feet, Dusk stiffened as she realised how much more pain she could be in.
”Who? How many, and what can they do”
The evil looking glove lowered to just above Dusks thin frame, over her stomach. Her whole body trembled as she tried to summon the will to defy Carmine. The glittering metal decided along with her bleeding hands, feet and side.
"Eight" Her voice was barely audible "...eight."
A soft sigh escaped her lips. Then she remembered the next question. What can they do? Fear showed itself in her eyes as she realised how close she was to telling Carmine. She couldn't give that much away...but the glove. It sickened her to see it so close to her stomach. The pain was weakening her and consequently the barrier blocking everyone else's emotions was thin. At this thought she remembered her power. In desperation she felt every ounce of pain and gathered the emotion strongly into a mind missile. At once she released it straight into both Carmines and Nathan's mind allowing them to feel every ounce of pain and terror.
At once her energy poured into the probes dug into the two's mind. She kept up a thin stream of energy hoping to send so much it would kill her. What would be the point of living anymore? Even if she escaped she would be hunted. And then there was Amp. Either captured or lost. She shuddered involuntarily as she felt fatigue come over her. If she was given more time, she would be dead in a quarter of an hour, her life energy completely drained.


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Nathan watched each knife go into Sasha as his anger wavered. He was starting to feel sick. Suddenly Sasha revealed part of the information. Finally she was seeing the light, Carmine would stop if she revealed everything...wouldn't she? But she's a mutant! The dark side told him, she deserves to die anyway…
Suddenly a harsh burst of extreme pain hit him. His hands, feet and side were on fire, and the pain was startling. His head hurt also as he felt the pain pushed in through his mind into other parts of his body. He let out a pain filled yell of agony, finding himself on the floor, curled up into a ball.

"Make it stop!" he yelled through gritted teeth, unknowing that Dusk was the cause of it.

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She smiled as she heard Dusk’s voice weakly tell her that there were eight of them who got out. She was missing five, she would have to get them back and ask Eriyk why he didn’t capture the other five. She glanced down at Dusk. ”What can they do little kitten?” She could tell that Dusk was weak and fading fast. She would have to get the answers soon, this one was much weaker than she expected. Suddenly she felt pain, intense pain in her hands and ankles. Her legs trembled at the sudden pain and her hand clenched, the blades on her glove slicing through Dusk’s dress but not the skin, exposing the flesh of her torso. She felt a dull flame sprout along her side and she heard a scream of agony. It didn’t come from where she expected and she glanced back at Nathan, curled on the floor. ”Make it stop!”

She sighed a little; she would need to increase his pain tolerance if he was going to be working around mutants. She had been through much worse, if you planned on causing pain you needed to know what it felt like. She turned back to Dusk, her eyes if they could, were darker and she brought the glove down and across her stomach. She felt glee at the scream that came from her lips as her skin was peeled off. Strips of Dusk’s skin fell to the floor, and blood started to drip from the wounds. Carmine didn’t dig in far; just enough so that she would start bleeding, possibly get a little light headed but not enough for unconsciousness. She wouldn’t grant that kind of relief. ”You’re only hurting yourself. You don’t answer my question the pain will get worse.” She dragged the glove across Dusk’s non wounded side so now both were bleeding. ”Tell me what they can do.”

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Dusk felt a small glow of triumph as she felt both Carmine and Nathan's pain, perhaps she could escape. Her energy was draining fast, a little more time and she could escape into the void. Her face whitened further as her energy was depleted. So close...Carmines gloved hand clenched and Dusk stiffened but retained focus as her corset was ripped revealing the bare flesh of her stomach. She continued to pour out her energy, when the glove came down on her stomach.
She let out a horrible scream, and all of her focus was depleted, at once realising both Carmine and Nathan of pain. She continued to scream, unable to stop, as pieces of flesh were torn off her stomach causing her deep red blood to seep through the wounds. The peeling stopped, as Carmine held the dripping glove over her right side, and Dusk was left panting on the bench. Desperate she tried to recall her probe, but her exhausted and pain filled mind blocked the power efficiently.
”You’re only hurting yourself. You don’t answer my question the pain will get worse.”
The glove was dragged down her right side and Dusk shrieked in response. By now there was barely a place on her body which did not sent fiery pain through it.
”Tell me what they can do.”
Her spirit had almost been broken.
"One is a scorpion" she gasped, before starting to cough. Each one racked her whole body, and only bought more pain. She forced herself to stop before she rasped on "Two have...wings"
She stopped her eyes rolling back into her head, she couldn't...she couldn't bare to give them away, but the pain in her side forced her to continue, though now a hopeful idea filled her thoughts. "Another has the powers of a volcano"
Her eyes brightened with tears as she thought of the volcano boy who had been killed when the lab exploded. "Another is part wolf…" She tried to think of others she'd seen in the lab, those that hadn't made it, but ended up creating her own, unable to think of any others in the current situation "one can control water, a girl controls fire" she winced as she realised Matt controlled fire, hopefully the image of a girl would protect him there "and the last I am unsure of" she managed to groan before falling silent. Her head spun and her vision was altered with pain. An image of Amp rose unbidden in her mind, and then each one of her friends. She prayed she'd keep them safe, beside the two that the lab already had. The thought gave her a shock of fear. For now they might believe her but the two captured, if they had gifts different to what she'd mentioned, she'd be bought straight back here. Nonetheless that might give her time to recuperate. Eight...a sense of shame washed over her, she'd given away the number, making sure the lab would always look for them, her pain didn't help and she found tears start to form and slowly drop down her face.
I am so sorry…


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The pain abruptly stopped, leaving only an aching jaw from where he'd clenched it so hard. His silence was broken by the most pain filled scream he'd heard, followed by a shriek. Carmine repeated her question. He heard Sasha's words and he couldn't help feeling relieved finally she'd revealed something! Maybe now Carmine would ease up a little. His head ached a little where the pain had abruptly come and ceased. He grimaced as he stood, before whitening slightly at the sight of Sasha's middle. It was covered in small gashes on the side, and in the middle long strips of skin had been peeled off, no wonder she had decided to talk. He forced himself to remain passive, though now his good side had the upper hand. That wasn't right no matter what the girl was. Even though she lied? He gritted his teeth again, before realising how tender it was from before and loosening it, forcing himself to appear calm.
Sasha's faces was ashen from pain, and her eyes filled with tears that appeared to be from shame of revealing too much. Why she'd care about other mutations was beyond him, but his memories of them together still made his heart ache a little. An overwhelming sense of guilt washed over him as he saw the holes he had made in her feet, and he leaned against the wall, struggling to keep his unfeeling mask in place.

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She nodded as Dusk finally gave up the information. She pulled the glove off, letting drop to the ground with a soft clang, the blades dripping what blood they had on them to the floor. She walked around dusk slowly, pulling out the knives she had in her hands and ankles and also dropping them to the floor for the janitor to come clean up later, but leaving the restraints on her in case she had any type of strength left to move. ”See how easy that was? Now if you had only said as much in the beginning, things wouldn’t have been so bad.”

She turned to leave and noticed Nathan. He was slumped against the wall, his face white and she could see some emotions pass through his eyes that he kept hidden on his face. She frowned a little; she would have to get rid of any pity he felt for the mutants, regret and guilt were too hard to push away unless they were never felt. She grabbed his shoulder, pushing him out of the room with her. ”Don’t feel sorry for her. She brought it on herself remember? She could have answered the questions right away and lessened her punishment.” She shut the door behind her and headed down the hall so she could wash off the blood she had on her hands. ”The screams and pain you felt and heard. They might not even be real. Some here can’t feel pain, yet they still scream in order to get pity out of you. Don’t fall into it, it’s not real, they don’t deserve pity.”

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She headed down the hall, somewhat knowing that her words to Nathan would have some effect. She had cut off Dusk from speaking and slightly twisted the truth. This would most likely bring her the desire she wanted form the boy, he would come to distrust the mutants, ignore any feelings he had for them and therefore be more loyal to the Lab. She would just have to teach him proper torture methods, best ways to bring out answers and have a good outlet for anger.

She stopped at a sink and put her bloody hands under the stream of water. [i]”What are you going to do with the mutant?”[i][u] She glanced at Nathan through her black hair then focused on getting the blood from under her nails. [b]”For now the healers will come for her. When they say she won’t die then she’ll be put in a cell. Then testing after that. We have to find out what she can do, and by looks of it, she has a way with emotions. She’ll be able to manipulate them, make you feel things you wouldn’t normally feel and force pain on you like she did in there.” She shook her hands to dry them and tossed her hair over her shoulder. ”We’ll see if we can get anything from the other new ones. They looked pretty beat up already, so I don’t know if we’ll get to play with them today.” She laughed a little then headed down the hall towards the healers quarters.

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Nathan watched as Carmine washed the blood from her hands.
”For now the healers will come for her. When they say she won’t die then she’ll be put in a cell. Then testing after that. We have to find out what she can do, and by looks of it, she has a way with emotions. She’ll be able to manipulate them, make you feel things you wouldn’t normally feel and force pain on you like she did in there.”
Nathan stiffened. She did that to him? His brown eyes darkened, troubled. She was definitely not the girl he had dated. His frown deepened as he remembered the pain he had experienced. She hadn't needed to do that, she didn't feel pain, and yet she had tortured him. His fists instinctively clenched. Oh yes, he was angry. At that point he wasn't even doing anything to her, why had she targeted him? Carmine hadn't responded, so she mustn't have felt the pain he had experienced. No doubt the wounds she had been given had been impressed upon him, fuelling her imagination. Since she couldn't experience the pain herself she had obviously enhanced it out of spite. It only proved that mutants couldn't be trusted, not even Sasha. He had thought, since he had known her, that she was still a little higher than the others, albeit below himself thanks to her mutations. Now he was convinced she was just as bad as the rest of them.
”We’ll see if we can get anything from the other new ones. They looked pretty beat up already, so I don’t know if we’ll get to play with them today.”

Nathan nodded in response to Carmines words. He was trying to be a little more careful around her. He had been a little too relaxed due to a rather emotional day, but he would not be making that mistake again. He doubted Carmine would be one to be on the bad side of. No, he planned on being more careful.

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~Carmine~

She walked swiftly down the hall and up several flights of stairs to get to the Healer’s part of the building. All the people she passed she didn’t even give a second glance, she didn’t even know if the boy, Nathan was fallowing her or not. She didn’t really mind if he did or not, he could fallow and learn from her if he wanted to, as long as he didn’t get in the way.

Upon getting to the long hallway that had the individual rooms she starting seeing the Healers. The large room was a head but she didn’t feel like going in there at the moment. She stopped the first Healer she came to, grabbing the small woman’s arm, stopping her in her tracks. ”There’s another in the Interrogation Room. Get her cleaned up and patched up then in a cell when she is well enough.” The woman nodded quickly and scurried down hall, stopping a few others to help her. Carmine nodded and head down another hallway towards her office.

Healers

The three of them headed down the many flights of stairs to the basements with not so much as a word. Each of the Healers had to do this at the least twice and some more than others. The oldest of the women, a small lady with her long graying hair in a ponytail, entered the room first and a frown set on her face. The other two, one with short cropped blonde hair that clung around her face and a tall woman with red brown hair pulled in a braided bun, fallowed in behind. The older woman clicked her tongue and went forward, immediately checking over the girl’s wounds. The woman with her hair in a bun strode forward and untied the straps holding down the girl’s limbs, pointing out the wounds at her ankles and hands. The third woman, with short blonde hair helped the older woman to stop the bleeding. The two of them pulled strips off the girl’s dress, which was ruined anyway and used those to tie around her hands and ankles. ”She will need more care in the Healer’s quarters.” The older woman stated, already lifting the girl despite her small size. The woman with her hair in a bun scurried around the table and helped the older woman and glanced back at the last one. ”You will have to find someone to clean the room. And some new clothes for the girl.” The blonde haired woman nodded and rushed down the hall to get her tasks done while the other two carried Dusk up to the Healer’s part of the building.

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Character Portrait: Dusk Character Portrait: Carmine Character Portrait: Nathan Darga

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Dusk
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Dusk lay for a few minutes in silence, her body was just starting to relax, when three woman rushed into the room. She stiffened instinctively as they came closer, ready for a further interrogation, before one of them released the straps holding her in place. She felt the older woman's eyes examining her, before she heard the ripping of fabric. Strips of cloth were wrapped hastily around both her wrists and ankles, stemming to flow of blood.
”She will need more care in the Healer’s quarters.”
Dusk looked over at her in confusion. Since she had not been at the lab before, she was unused to the treatments. She was expecting a cell and then testing, she hadn't heard of the healing halls. She wanted to think positively, but the sensible side of her warned it was probably only so she'd live long enough to be useful.
Suddenly the older woman leant over her and picked her delicate frame up off the bench. Dusk let out a moan as the deeper wounds of her side, and skinned stomach flared up.
”You will have to find someone to clean the room. And some new clothes for the girl.”
At least it seemed she would be cleaned up for a while. She leaned her head gently against the woman's shoulder, gritting her teeth as each movement aggravated her wounds.
She felt herself carried slowly down a hallway. She wondered briefly about the two that the lab had also managed to capture.
"Do you know of any newer ones bought in with me?" she asked in a low gasp, her voice scratchy and haggard. "I want to see them…" She had no idea where the others were, but she needed to see them. Half of her was longing to see their familiar faces, yet the other side reminded her that it would be better if they were not here.


Nathan Darga
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Nathan watched as Carmine walked down the hallway. Unsure of what to do with himself, he followed her slowly at a distance. Finding that she seemed unbothered with his presence he continued to follow her hoping to learn a little more about his job. His hands were actually shaking from the ordeal in the interrogation room, and his mind was a mess trying to get a grip on what to believe. For now his anger was winning out, but he feared if he went home that his sympathetic side might get hold of him. So he continued to follow Carmine, stoking his anger and frustration.
He watched as Carmine instructed a healer to go and tend to Sasha, and he couldn't help feeling a little relieved. Even if she deserved it, he still wanted her alive...he couldn't quite cope if he had helped kill someone.
After the encounter with the healer, Carmine moved nearer her office. Nathan dropped back a bit, unsure of whether Carmine wanted him around any longer.

The setting changes from the-lab to Anywhere but the Lab

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Character Portrait: Kyra Character Portrait: Kishan Character Portrait: Carmine

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Kishan
Kishan spat on the ground at the thought of stepping into that place, and coming face to face with one of those... Insects that thought they could change his Kyra into a... A tamed pet! He growled at Kyra for no reason and then stepped forward, his movements stiff and brisk. Snatching back the peice of cloth he'd thrown at Kyra he turned and threw it into a bush. "Dumb, Idiotic, Mother Flipping, Plant eating, Monstrous Human! Why?! Why would you do such a thing Kyra?! Fraternizing with the inferior beings! Because of your little tricks and ideas of fun yo-" His words of rage were cut off as his phone started ringing. He took one look at the caller ID and snarled. A human wouldn't have been able to see what he had done but Kyra could. He had turned and threw the phone at a tree smashing it to peices, then was back in the same place looking at Kyra as if she was a rat in the kitchen.

"Now we have go to that... Hell hole and talk with some normal human!!!!!" Kishan was beyond rage now. What happened to his Kyra? The one who enjoyed slitting throats and ripping humans to peices? That was his Kyra, but this newer version of her, wasn't his anymore, but someone else's. Matt. Dusk. Amp/Blast. A low gutteral sound started in his throat. He could still smell them on her even though she hadn't been in their presence for sometime. She belonged to them now. Not his, but theirs. He had claimed her first and so she should have remained his, but no! They had to come along with their ideas of escape and friendship, and taint her with... The idea of peace and being a true human.

Kishan snorted at the idea. There could never be peace. At least for a long period of time. Humans weren't built for it. They would always try to claim what they could not have and make a fuss over that, which would lead to war or battle.

Kishan raised his hand, ready to strike Kyra, but then... He dropped it and looked away. "Lets go before we draw someone's eye. Just follow me..." He stopped talking and added the rest using telepathy. "We're supposed to.. Contact some human dubbed Carmine and report to her about 'Project Black Lightning.' Anyways, your mission has been put on pause for awhile." Kishan rubbed his jaw for awhile then sprinted into the forest.



Kyra
Kyra just watched and listen. Kishan was acting a bit... Off, but then again this was how he always acted. She didn't really bother anymore. Funny how this seems to be... Normal for me, even though I just came into contact with him this morning. She smiled at the thought. Normal. Hah! There was nothing normal about her or Kishan. They were, in a normal human's perspective, Werecats. As Kishan took off, she stayed around for a minute observing his direction and the weather, then leaped and shifted into her tiger form. Shaking out her fur coat she sprinted after Kishan, totally unaware of where they were going.

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Character Portrait: Dusk Character Portrait: Nudge Character Portrait: Kyra Character Portrait: Faith Character Portrait: Kishan Character Portrait: Carmine

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Kyra
Kyra didn't where she was. All she did was follow Kishan and ended up... Here in front of a building. They had traveled for sometime which meant they had travaled for about three or two hours for a human, but they weren't entirely human so it took an hour or so. She didn't mind running but running behind a fuming mad person? It wasn't at all a nice experience. She didn't know how mad he was, but everything within a mile radius of them was probably dead from his sucking their heads clean. That was something Kyra was never really good at. Sucking someone's head clean meant taking a creature's energy until nothing is left, leaving only a dying person.

Anyways, returning to the man topic, Kyra, still in her tiger form stared at the building, studying it's structure and angles. The building seem to just be a soda can that was ready to burst, holding in a bunch of sorrow, pain, desperation, hatred and anger. So much evil feelings bottled up inside, she was suprised it actually looked like an average building. Then again, thats how humans were. Wear a mask or disguise, pretend to be something better just to hide the secrets and lies they wish lay unseen. She shook herself, barely realizing that Kishan had already shifted into his human form.

"Come on, bilauta." Kishan scowled which made him look... like a pirate. Kyra morphed back into her human form, which seemed to make him stare. "What?" She looked around her then returned her gaze on him. "What are you looking at?"


Kishan
Kishan was... distracted. He was watching Kyra. She was in a crouch, her left hand on the ground while holding the Jackal knife in her right. Her brown hair and the icey blue eyes. His Kyra. She will be his Kyra from now on, and no one else's. She was his beautiful Kyra. He diverted his gaze then remembered his objective: Warn Carmine. He nodded, turned and strode up to the door with Kyra silently following. He didn't care who got in his way, but they would die with one swift blow or a good mind sucking. Practically throwing open the doors, he stalked into the building ignoring any stares that were directed his way. He wasn't good at sending thoughts to others but he was good at sucking them clean and location people. Right now he was searching for Carmine.

It was a good thing he had taken the life energy of the forest creatures because this would take alot of energy. For Kyra it would probably be an easy task. He thought bitterly of how strong Kyra was mentally... And physically. He growled then tried to focus but it was hard, for he could feel Kyra's silent presence behind him, following him.


Kyra
Kyra turned her head to look inside some rooms, but after looking into the first one... she didn't like it. So she kept to watching Kishan's back and occasionally sparing some strangers a few glances. Just like Kishan she was using telepathy to search the minds of the people here. Like a elastic band she stared from one wing, finding some tortured souls then going into another where some scientists were. But.... Then she felt some other minds. Minds that were familiar. So familiar. Dusk. Nudge. Faith.

Like a beacon calling out a distress, Kyra stopped following Kishan and started her way toward their location. She felt angry, and... Something else she could not name. Within two minutes she came to some weird door. A door. They were behind it. She tried the handle. It was locked. Her jackal knife was in her hand. It wouldn't work on this so... But... No... They were the enemy... Enemy, not friends... What was a friend? She couldn't think straight. Her memories told her they were bad and... the opposite of what the scientists and gaurds were.

Kyra tried the handle again, but this time she broke it. She paused... She wanted to rush inside and tear them to shreds... But another part of her... Wanted to rush inside and... Protect them. She didn't know what to do.

The setting changes from anywhere-but-the-lab to The Lab

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Character Portrait: Lloyd 'Scarlet' Mitchell Character Portrait: Carmine Character Portrait: Peter Tykwer

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Scientist

The older gentleman walked down the hall at a brisk pace. It was about time! He thought to himself, it had been ages since he had been brought someone to test out all the experiments that he had planned inside his head. So many ideas ran through his head constantly, it wasn’t a surprise that he was the head scientist here. It may have been the fact that he preferred fantasy more than reality while he was young, or that he thought constantly how he could bring that world to this one. Yes there were tons of trials and errors but it was worth it in the end, it was always rewarding.

He reached the experiment room that he had claimed as his own and went inside, swiftly closing the door behind him, his white lab coat billowing about him as he turned to the boy. He was older, late teens about. Good, he may be strong enough to survive a harsher test. He hum a little tune to himself as he moved about the room, acting as if the boy were asleep or possibly not even a boy at all and something else. He looked at the needles he had about and the odd contraptions hanging from the walls. He couldn’t decide which one to use! He turned back to the boy, he found it amusing to see what the subject asked or begged for, thinking it was the least painful or jumping on the chance to change themselves. ”So boy, have you ever wanted to improve yourself? If you could what would you change?” This also helped him think of new ideas for later on. He hadn’t had much time for experimenting anymore and children’s replies were sometimes really inspiring.

~Carmine~

She had been in her office maybe half an hour, but it felt more like ten minutes. She never got as much work done as she wanted and something always came up that pulled her away from it. Not that she complained, she hated all the paperwork that came with running something. She would have to have someone else to the slack, make sure everything was correct and file it all. No one could do it alone yet she seemed to always be shorthanded when it came to dealing with all the paper. She had to make sure that all traces of any of the people were being taken care of, that all the expenses were covered under the keen eye of the normal government.

While in the middle of the paper work she was procrastinating on doing, she heard a commotion outside her door. Sounded like someone was trying to get in, luckily she always had a guard or two outside her door; it was common for mutants to try and riot, granted she could take care of herself. She looked up, making sure she looked like she was busy doing something as one of the guards poked his head in and told her that someone was here to see her.

She nodded her consent to have him let in the person that was waiting outside the door. She staked the papers on her desk and stood, as the man came in. She couldn’t see his face as he had some type of metal mask over his face. She frowned slightly, she liked to see the faces of the people that came to her, but that wasn’t always the case. She crossed her arms, and looked down at the man as her desk area was set a step above from where he was standing. ”What did you want?”

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