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Splitface

Running away, are we?

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

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Name: He, or they, don't have one and don't remember how they were called before coming to the Lab. But they had often been mocked by guards and scientists by being called "Splitface", referring to the merging of the siamese twin's faces.



Age: 37



Gender: Male




Mutation: They were mutated with a scorpion. As a result, they can go through impressively long periods of time without any food and can resist up to 2 hours underwater. Along with that, they can withstand extreme cold or extreme heat, although fire is not something they are immune to at all. Being a form of arachnid, they can climb walls and even ceilings as long as the surface has pores and is uneven in texture.




Weaknesses: Sight. Although they can see forms and colors fine, it is very, very poor. Instead, they rely on their very keen sense of hearing, smell, and the vibrations other creatures release while moving, which they perfectly detect through the hairs on their legs. Although there are rumors about scorpions committing suicide when surrounded by fire, 'Splitface' proved not to have done this. But if unable or too desperate to find his way out, he begins to convulse.




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Personality: 'Splitface' has an extremely complex behavior, being the merging of two separate sentients and having no memory of ever being human. Although they can talk, they communicate between themselves through clicks and stridulations using their pincer-like chelicerae, folded and hidden behind their teeth. It's easier to make them sit still for a day than to provoke them to talk, however. Knowing not how to control their bestial instincts or to difference them from their normal behavior, abuse, maim and murder are things they are completely indifferent to. Should they encounter a corpse, it is far more likely they'd consume it than be startled by it, as they have too fed on live people.




Fears: They are somewhat arsonphobic.



History: The twins don't remember anything about the life they had before being dragged into the Lab against their will. They had been drugged with a very strong amnesiac before entering, and when they had regained their consciousness later, all they knew was that they didn't look human, and thus assumed they had never been one.

The experiment for which they were used for was one of the last before the Lab had unexpectedly exploded. However, it had been a complete failure.
The siamese's bodies had mostly rejected the scorpion DNA the researchers used, but as was obvious by their appearance, their bodies had been forced into accepting it through all kinds of vile chemicals and practices. This had been an awful mistake.
Instead of succeeding in making what was commonly called a shapeshifter, the siameses suffered dramatic and violent convulsions with sudden horrible morphs in their bodies.

The scientists failed with their methods and theories, resulting in the formation of a creature that seemed to have walked out of a nightmare itself. Although to some degree the brother's anatomy had shape shifted flawlessly, their upper bodies had been stuck in between rejection and change permanently.

In their normal appearance, the siamese had been conjoined in the waist and had, not two independent pairs of legs, but only three legs. Now, their waist and legs had been replaced by the body of an oversized scorpion. Their bodies' muscles and bones had fusioned one on top of the other, and their faces were partially merged to one another and a lower pair of eyes had developed underneath their once "original" pair. Black fragments of carapace covered their abdomen and their ribs, exposing on top of their now-hardy scales, were wrapped in bulging husks that had a texture resembling that of a turtle's shell.


Disgusted with what was truthfully their creation, the scientists threw the mutant into an underground cell, unworthy of being even looked after. They weren't fed for months, and would only be given little water every few weeks. Much to the scientist's surprise, they showed no signs of weakness due to the lack of a proper meal, and thus, the newly named Splitface mutant began its activities in the Lab's Arena. Oftenly, they were seriously injured since most of the other mutants had special powers they did not possess. But they were fiercer, angry and very, very hungry. The venom they injected when piercing with their large sting didn't take long to sicken and paralyze their foes, and when no-one was burning them or biting at their thick insect skeleton, they immediately consumed the closest creature they had beaten. They were never allowed to feed for long before being thrown back into their small dark cell, however, since it was seemingly hunger what drove 'Splitface' into exceeding lengths of violence.

But suddenly, mutants escaped, and things had gotten out of the Lab's staff hands in the blink of an eye. Some grouped together, others fended on their own. What was certain though was that the mutant did nothing about anything nor truly knew what was happening. As far as it was concerned, they lived inside the building and the scientists had been their creators. Despite the alarm and the overwhelming sense of urgency the place was flooded with, Splitface stayed put and curled in the darkness of their cell. But in a heartbeat, the Lab exploded.
Rubble, dust and fire swept over the ruins the siameses once swore was their only home, and they were buried deeply between stone and soil. After days of digging and crawling between the fallen debris, the mutant finally freed himself and immediately began to journey away from the place; the need for a settlement where there was an abundance of food was nothing short of necessary.

So begins...

Splitface's Story

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So many things had happened since the mutant last saw the ruins of the Lab. So much and so little, truthfully. When the monster first squeezed himself out of the stones, his first thought was that he would encounter lots of beings to feed from. Much to his disappointment, though, there was nothing but a vast and lush forest that seemed to stretch for miles and miles.
For a while, the man-scorpion creature roamed the land, following the dim vibrations that traveled through the earth. He had been easing his hunger and thirst with bugs; spiders, roaches and even ants and maggots. Of course they weren't enough for something his size. It was in reality a tease to his stomach, but granted that it was nothing he could not endure longer. He had even found a familiar sight one time. Something like him - or mostly.

Splitface had found what according to him was a butchered mini version of himself, or a familiar of his species. The small scorpion was found feeding on a cricket beneath a mossy rock, and upon being picked up by its tail, it lashed against Splitface's carapace-covered hand and fingers. The three sets of dark-brown, nearly pupiless eyes stared with deep interest at the insect, and the mutant even put the arachnid on top of his merged heads. But when the reddish scorpion walked on top of the experiment's left face and lips, the being's mouth opened widely and his pincer looking mouthparts caught the small insect and swiftly dragged him inside, half of its unfortunate body desperately twitching between the heads' bared teeth and twisted lips while the chelicerae occupied on splitting open the arachnid.

The woods were quiet, unusual... a bizarre change from the Lab's activity-filled walls and hallways. It was also harder to distinguish the odd, deformed cylinders sprouting from the soil at night, when there weren't any laps and white lights to guide him through. His feet were barely getting used to the uneven, wet ground and the crunchy leaves. Once in a while, he'd hear echoes coming from the distance, but the sound was too distorted and far for the mutant to give a care about. He'd instead continue to tread the unknown and familiarize with this alien environment.

Suddenly, while he slept high on the large branches of a tree, high-pitched screams woke him. No, not screams. Sirens, were they? He'd heard a similar sound hours before the Lab sank in complete hysteria a few nights back. Accompanying the sound were dim red lights that occasionally flashed in the trees down-hill.
Had he found something like the Lab used to be? A human colony, perhaps? Eager, the mutant followed his hearing through the maze of trees, as the smells the air blew were confusing and his eyes were completely useless. Splitface didn't know what to expect. More scientists and brute guards? Whatever they could be, the vibrations emitted from their general direction were definitely more potent than that of the rest of the lingering animals and insects in the forest.
When the scorpion mutant finally reached the source of the racket, he didn't, couldn't rush in the scene. What he thought would be large buildings with sturdy webs of metal came out to be puny little white boxes in wheels. But, much to his uncontainable excitement, there were bipeds. Lots of them, too.
That air of urgency ran through his brain again. The humans seemed to be rushing all over the place, in and out of the vehicles. They pulled things in and pulled things out; simply doing things the being didn't understand.

But they looked so delicious, and he was so hungry. Just one would do. With just one biped he would be contempt for the following months! Little by little, the small groups of humans returned to their seats inside the ambulances. Splitface's long, gigantic tail began to curl upwards, his massive, vicious looking claws opening and all six of his legs very slowly stalking across the soil.
Their senses had locked on one of the paramedics; mostly because they had been attracted by the reflexive tape wrapped around the woman's uniform. Silently, the mutant prepared to make a move, drooled mouthparts already peeking out of his lips and torsos lowered nearly to the ground to make way for his sting to take action. This should prove to be easy, shouldn't it? No, no it wouldn't.
Before Splitface could even make a move, the paramedic had swiftly jumped inside the ambulance right after pushing a bed in its cabin, and the humans were starting to drive away. And fast.
In an act of desperation, the monster swiftly 'galloped' towards the moving vehicles and tried to jump towards it, claws catching the metal corners of the ambulance just barely, and three hands tried to hold him against the moving car while the three pairs of legs unsuccessfully tried to climb after the rest of his body.
There were very large holes in his plan, however. Mainly his claws not being able to squeeze metal that easily and just having a larger and very long body had been overall catastrophic. Not even a minute after, the humanoid scorpion had fallen backwards onto the ground, rolling violently across the pavement until all the bumps and painful slips were enough to make him come to a stop.

Bruised, pained and very upset, Splitface turned towards the 'fleeing' ambulances and crouched, both faces holding repulsive expressions of anger as the mutant emitted loud hisses of annoyance. He now had somewhere to go, something to hunt; an objective, a destination. Something he had missed all throughout his stay on the forest, and as pissed as he was now, he waited not a second to begin the chase. Surely those cursed vehicles were fleeing towards a human colony. Wretched little beasts!

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It was difficult to follow a path of hard pavement when there were so many distractions on the sidelines. Mainly, sounds and smells. The mutant had slowed his pace and come into a stop when a faint yell traveled to his ears.
It would seem that this forest had very active squeakers. It was a shame he hadn't seen any but, with a flare of his nostrils and short-lived deep breaths, he recognized a very evident and familiar smell; that of metal.

It was not only a scent that was abundant in the laboratories and experimentation rooms, but it had been there every time he ate the biped sentients. When he was freed briefly to gain a bite or two of food. Among the stench of fungus and wet wood, iron was pretty easy to detect for him.
A hurt prey? A carcass?

Perhaps unconsciously, Splitface had diverted from his previous destination. Instinct was guiding his legs; instinct and hunger. The enormous claws opened as the monster crawled through the leaves and under the shadows of the great looming trees. Each face's exposed teeth where lightly parted, giving way to the very soft clicks that vibrated in their throats. The dead flora cracked under the weight of each of the torso's arms and the monster's hairy scorpion legs as he stalked through the foliage.
The smell was getting stronger, and so where the whispers that dimly bounced through the woods. The mutated siameses couldn't see them, however, but he could detect the vibrations that their movements and even heartbeats released.

What they were talking about he didn't know nor care, but one of them was bleeding and that was enough gain. Although, again, his crappy vision wouldn't let him see past an arm's length, soon enough he could make out the outlines of their shadows in the distance.
Not long after, he heard the crunch of the foliage under the feet of one of the sentients dim away, although his eyes deceived him and left the lingering black bulge until his vision adjusted.
Yes, the sickly one will do.
Splitface had learned from his last experience not to wait too long, though, and as the vibrations from the other biped softened, he made his move.

The mutant slowly crawled out from under the trees, tail slowly beginning to curl and raise behind him.
Their jaws parted as the torsos pushed themselves off the ground and straightened up as he stalked towards the bleeding female. Truthfully, the only thing they could see was the girl's skin and the red iron-scented liquid. Her hair and clothes were swallowed by the rest of the shadows that even six eyes could not make clear sense of.
Splitface's noses wrinkled; blood was not a smell they particularly liked at all, but the body fluids this female held would be more than satisfying.

The large scorpion's sting practically twitched with excitement the nearer he was to the laying biped, and effectively their mouthparts poked out; saliva sliding from the bristled, carapaced appendages and onto their deformed chins, claws readying themselves to violently clasp around the light-skinned female's small body.

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Dusk stiffened and let out a thin cry of protest as the knife dug into her side. After that she kept her mouth closed in a thin hard line, though her green eyes couldn't hide the pain.
"What do I want?" "Mat's" face contorted into a harsh smile as his dark laugh rang forth. Suddenly he changed. His face was angular and proud, his harshness of features made Dusk draw back. The blood red eyes were blood thirsty and her heart rate quickened at the sight of his dangerous person.
"I enjoy hearing pain, Dusk. It is as simple as that. I love the sounds of agony, and fear. Blood is the ocean to me. A beautiful sound, the sound of rushing blood." He leaned in close to her ear, she flinched at his malicious tone before he continued. "You are lucky that I need you to pass something on for me..."
Suddenly the knife slid down her side, and she gritted her teeth trying to keep herself from crying out. He didn't stop there, soon her side was covered in small and delicate incisions, each one felt like tongues of fire, yet not deep enough to allow her to go unconscious. Her face whitened significantly as each incision was made until it was no more then a deathly parlour. Her breath came in small gasps and her chest fluttered like a dying bird. Her claws unsheathed instinctively, yet they were held under her body.
"You will tell those friends of yours that We are after them. The chase has only begun-We will have all of you in Our chains before long. You will belong to Us."
Suddenly he grabbed her and forced her to stand. She swayed a bit, as the man plunged the knife in even deeper to her side. She let out a shriek, before he roughly shoved her forward.
"Big white building, can't miss it. Lots of flashing lights."
Then he stalked off. She fell against a nearby tree to keep herself upright. Blood was starting to pool down her side through her cut corset. She ripped one of the many layers of her skirt before tying it tightly around her waist. Her hands shook, but she was determined to stay calm. Amp and the others had been through so much worse, there was no point giving in. Beside she had to warn them. As much as she wanted to defy whoever the man was, the rest needed the warning. She was lucky to be alive, if she met him again she doubted she would last very long.
She was about to move on when a dark and large shadow came into her sight. Scared lest the man had come back, she glanced up quickly.
A huge mutated scorpion stood over her bleeding form, and in the terror of the moment Dusk screamed. Finding herself once again in a situation she couldn't fight in, Dusk took her normal option: She ran. Her side gave her continuous pain and sharp spikes of it dug into her causing her to groan, yet she dared not stop. She gulped in long draughts of air, desperate to keep herself ahead of her second hunter. Again she started to stumble, she prayed it was far behind her, not daring to look around. If that man wanted her to give a warning, he might have wanted to make sure she would tell it, it seemed she had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. It did not feel good.

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Before the claws could even clamp around any part of the female's body, she screamed, and the high-pitched sound hurt the mutant's ears and his heads let out loud shrieks of annoyance, resounding in two different deep-toned voices from each of the siameses. With the dark-haired girl's screech still making their ears hurt, Splitface's sting swiftly lashed towards her. Though she had already set off and thus it missed and pierced into the soil.
Emitting noisy stridulations, they didn't even wait a second to follow after the biped. Damn it, they will have food!

Although struggling not to completely crash into the trees or fall thanks to the thick roots springing out of the earth, the female's blood and movement gave her away loud and clear despite their near-absolute blindness at this time of the night.
They did, however, stamp against a young and thin tree-trunk their senses had failed to detect in the middle of his path as they galloped, and it's rough texture had hit straight in the two oculars that sprouted in the middle of their twisted flesh. With a snarl, both their right arms slashed at the oversized stick, leaving rather deep scratch marks on the bark but lacking the accuracy to break it.
A small distraction, but no matter. Even if they barely even felt the vibrations of the girl, their prey had left a trail of blood behind her, and its nasty metallic smell would be more than enough to lead them to her no matter where she hid.

Their large claws clasped shut and Splitface's tail lowered to the ground once more as the siameses sniffed at the air and poked out their pincer looking appendages that stretched out of their subtly parted lips, twitching and doing slow, mechanical movements before they folded back inside their mouths with rattling hisses and blood-curling growls that vibrated in their only thorax in several different pitches and tones that both of the faces released. Not long after, the mutant picked up his pace into a trot to both avoid losing track of the female's scent and to be able to be more conscious about their excessively unfamiliar surroundings, all four arms and pair of claws lightly stretched to their sides and hands scraping the surface of any tree, rock and ascended hills around the woods, never ceasing their deep sniffs or irritated snarling for a second.

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The leaves crunched under the heavy weight of the arachnid's body, rustling noisily as each of the legs skittered above them slowly. The siamese's hands rested on top of the earth as their nostrils flared over several small crimson droplets of blood on the foliage that just a few feet away seemed to become dryer. The trees were scarcer on the grassy fields that stretched before them, but the road which they had lost earlier spread wide in the distance, along with blurry silhouettes of odd squares covered in small glowing spots and dark streets illuminated by dim yellowish lights.

More unknown territory.

The mutant couldn't, didn't want to move from its current position. Tail and huge claws hovering over the ground while the torsos stayed low, almost in a crouching pose as his four hands rested on top of the rough, dry earth, occasionally moving forwards just a few inches before coming to a stop again.
Yes, Splitface had been determined in entering the forest, but only because he'd been surrounded by it the minute he escaped from the ruins of his old home. This strange panorama offered something quite different, and different didn't feel good.
His body was almost curled in itself, leaning backwards and looking as though the beast would begin turning back on his path any second now. But he didn't. Necessity told him to go after his prey, but instinct dictated not to go wondering to some unknown, menacing-looking place when he had the choice to go back. The sounds each of the siameses emitted showed their obvious internal debate; clicks and inhumane-sounding snarls vibrating in their throats.
Then, with a final feral roar from the right head, and a bellow from the left, the mutant straightened his frames and resumed its pacing towards the empty fields and towards the city's boarders, stridulating loudly as they stalked through the night's darkness, parallel to the asphalt road that stretched into the maze of houses and buildings further ahead.

But they were oblivious to everything they would face; they didn't reason that humans would be afraid or alarmed or disgusted of them. They couldn't. All they were conscious of were their needs and nobody else's. It wasn't selfishness, it was merely the way they fended for themselves. The way any animal did.
As the grass they walked on became infrequent, present only in small square patches in the middle of the lonely streets, the mutant felt more uncomfortable. The street lights every few meters made them uncomfortable, as did the intimidating overshadowing buildings around.

As Splitface mused over the strange architecture, and became overwhelmed with everything new they came by, two small lights began to approach them from the distance. They didn't exactly see them, but the vibrations their legs felt were powerful and it made the mutant feel very uneasy and threatened. Instinctively, the siamese scorpion turned to face whatever was coming their way, tail perking up and claws opening as they very slowly backed away, but by the time they could see their supposed menace, it was too late.

The 'menace' was nothing more than a car; the car of a woman who was just going home. She, of course, hadn't seen the massive scorpion thing that was standing in the middle of the street, as it's hard to notice something black at midnight. But by the time her vehicle's headlights illuminated the body of what at first glance looked like a man, she sank her foot on the breaks and tried to stir the car away with a startled yell. The wheels screeched as the heavy car slid through the pavement, but she didn't manage to avoid the other as a loud thud was heard before the car even stopped in its tracks. Scared and shaky, the woman immediately got out of the vehicle with the belief that she had just murdered someone, but what she saw next was nothing compared to her previous fear.

Splitface lay belly-up on the pavement, shouting and screeching in pain as his legs twitched on the air and tail lashed and tried to unsuccessfully pierce the car's aluminum. One of his arms had been trapped under a wheel of the car after he was thrown by the crash, and it was now broken and bleeding where the humerus bone had poked out of the skin.
The civilian seemed like she was about to faint, mouth gaping and body feeling numb as she hysterically moved away from the 'thing' she had just run over. She screamed, and the shrilling sound made the monster jerk around with even more force as the rest of the arms scratched at the car. With violent twists and desperate shrieking of agony, the skin and muscles ripped and the arm snapped loose from Splitface's body. He quickly stood back on his legs and repeatedly hurled himself against the car, dizzy and alienated, crazed eyes squeezed shut as the screams from the human made his heads throb painfully. But, as the woman tried to run away, the scorpion's tail thrust at her and the sharp pointy sting gouged on her back. Even then, Splitface's roars and howls didn't stop. Of course not. His arm was off and he was bleeding badly. He was in a strange environment where he didn't know nothing about anything, and two minutes after straying inside, this, THIS had been the result.

Too primitive and unreasoning to try to heal himself or do something about the blood, the mutant ran. What else could he do? He wasn't about to linger longer and wait for more... strange threats to show up. No. Splitface did what he always used to do in his cell at the Lab. He found the nearest wall -that of a house- and climbed it, crying out differently pitched moans as he squirmed and moved what was left of his front right arm to rub the wounded limb against the cement wall, painting it with the red running liquid. If anyone heard them, they didn't know nor care; they were in massive pain and felt simply invulnerable when they weren't in the ground, regardless of the altitude.

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-Jarek-

He whined softly, not liking seeing Caine look so tired out, but he didn't go to support him or anything, as he wasn't asked and didn't want to make him feel bad. He just followed, ever loyal, but a little more anxious now, and was ready to turn into his lizard like form so he could be used for support. However, he seemed happy when Caine reached the top okay, and looked around, pulling on black combats when given them. As he was taking his bloodied shirt off, a banged up looking man came in and growled at his master. He stared in disbelief, quite ready to turn and tackle the other man to the ground to try and teach him some respect. He glanced back at Caine, but couldn't see if he was annoyed or not.

Still stunned, he pulled his shirt off. Jarek was skinny - you could see his ribs and the now-straightened bumps of his spine. In livid letters, a name was carved into his back. The scar was heavy, but pretty old: G KOWALSKI. His original owner, the one who trained him, was Polish - hence Jarek's name and accent. Gabriel Kowalski. He was dead now, died in a carcrash, and Jarek'd mourned hopelessly for weeks, until his next owner had come along. Another name was carved on his side - L SONDHEIM. Lucas Sondheim, his next owner until he'd left. To be fair, Jarek never liked Lucas. The man didn't command respect. He'd ask if Caine wanted to cut his name into him later. He pulled on a black shirt and jacket, holstering his gun at his thigh and looking around for some ammunition. He took the 9mm bullets off of a girl and put them in a large pocket on his new jacket.

He trotted after Caine and glanced at this other mutant, still pretty mad that he'd growled at Caine.

"Hello," he said politely.

-Vas-
Vas followed the hound, keeping up with its pace with relative ease. He cocked an eyebrow when he saw what looked like a arm in the middle of the road. Curious. He assumed this was something to do with a powerful mutant - there was no collapsed body near by. Following the blood trail with his eyes, he spotted a large silhouette on the side of a building. The man grinned and slipped into the darkness, loading his gun. Definitely a mutant.

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The strongest wails and cries from the monster had stopped, but low hisses, groans and bellows could still be heard if payed enough attention on the quiet streets.
One of the tri-fingered hands was rubbing and scratching the reddened, delicate skin of the remaining limb as if expecting to find the rest of the arm there, just painfully numb.
They squirmed and twisted against the rough texture of the wall as their arachnid legs continued to push Splitface's weight upwards with slight difficulty.
Every part of each of the bodies was shaking and trembling with cold, their bared teeth clinking when they weren't parted to make way for more brutish complaints and snorts of tire that was dazing their sight and weakening their senses.

They hadn't heard, felt or smelled neither the hound or the stalker's scent with the foul stench of iron burning inside each of their nostrils, present more strongly than any other.
The beast's claws were spread apart, far too useless on their current angle, as was the sting; low and releasing a small drop of the venom they clumsily injected on the civilian from before.

Admittedly, what Splitface would've done if he had truly detected their presence was next to nothing but hiss and snarl. He was weak because of the blood loss and because his bones and deformed, fusioned muscles ached horribly from the crash and felt as if they were constantly twitching or crawling under their skin.
What made it worse was the very strong vertigo the accident caused that consequentially blurred their already bad vision.
Thus, they were blind. And the right head, the first one to stamp against the car, seemed to be partially dazed; it was slightly leaned backwards -at least until the flexibility of their skin and face muscles would allow-, with its naked teeth parted, and strings of drool were escaping between the tiny gaps of the sharp, crooked lower teeth.

With their state of reasoning, the opposite head, of course, didn't take notice of anything further than the insensitivity of fragments and large zones across their chest and carapaced abdomen, along with the icy cold feeling of the exposed flesh of the torn-off arm against the breeze.

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-Jarek-

Badly veiled irritability... interesting... he thought, offering a tighter lipped smile instead of exposing his sharp little teeth. He was used to people showing disapproval of them, it wasn't odd. They were oddly white and even, which didn't help. However, the thin white lines criss-crossing his lips often unnerved people as well. He gave the 'pretty ladies' bit a thought. Jarek didn't care for gender - he only cared if the people he was sleeping with were terrified of him, injured, dying or dead. Of course, his superiors fit there somewhere. In fact, he'd definitely rather they weren't injured. Jarek's mind was twisted, although it was pretty clear he'd been that way from a young age, rather than it having anything to do with his mutation.

"Knives, tools, broken glass, hallucinogens, my teeth and claws... anything that comes to hand. I'm very creative."

He watched, curious, as his new 'team mate' transformed.

-Vas-

With his spotters binoculars, Vas peered. He nearly recoiled with horror upon seeing the creature on the side of the house. He'd never seen anything like it before. Ducking down in the shade, but from a position he could easily fire from, he set his rifle up. The gun was huge and powerful, but obviously slow-firing. He carried a submachinegun for close-quarters combat, but he wasn't sure if that would do as much damage against this monstrosity. When his boss said all about those dangerous mutants roaming in public and possibly harming civilians, he assumed he'd meant children. Most of them were children, after all. Unlike his brother, he didn't feel such pathetic sympathy. He was a killer, and so he killed.

Raising his binoculars to his eyes once more, he got another look at the scorpion-like mutant and his upper lip curled in disgust. He thought the hunters were bad enough, but this was gross beyond all belief. He lowered the binoculars and peered through his scope instead. He didn't know quite where to aim, but decided on the dopier looking head and carefully aimed, and lightly pulled the trigger. The man swore as the bullet missed as a gust of wind whipped up and growled, trying to retreat into the shadows. The bullet slammed into the wall of the house instead, bringing up shards of concrete and debris.

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The sudden blast right next to the right head had scared the monster beyond belief. He felt his stomach raise to his throat as each head screamed and rolled their dark eyes as panic overwhelmed them.
They tried to climb the rest of the wall hastily, but with their awful vertigo, the only thing the scorpion managed to do was lose his balance and fall flatly on the floor with a nearly hollow sounding thud.

The experiment quickly picked himself up, swaying slightly as he did so, and his heads shook in an attempt to recover at least a part of their vision. Once again, the sting perked over their body and their huge claws opened, defensive and extremely confused.
Their heavy breathing had turned into panting, and the sounds were fiendish and grotesque. Splitface himself was horribly agitated and very dizzy, the latter being a stranger feeling to the mutant.
He could hardly feel his front right shoulder, and the dim yellow lights from the street seemed to simply dance with the nausea-inducing panorama. The color had drained from their visible skin, making it seem practically white under the current dark light, but as long as he wasn't spilling his guts out through his mouth yet, he'd persevere.

Still, he couldn't see or smell. The arachnid turned his heads about and stridulated; issuing grunts and low-pitched rumbles along with the noisy hisses.
He just needed a motion. The smallest move from his assaulter would give him his position and he wouldn't be as blind. The brush of a body-part or the scratch of an object against the asphalt, even the sound of a loud enough breath would be just what he needed!

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-Stef-

Stef pulled the jacket and bulletproof vest off, wearing a green t-shirt underneath. He yanked a baggy sweater on over that, yelping when it caught one of his ear piercings. The combats and boots, he kept on. It wasn't so unsual to see someone dressed like that. The man looked at his rifle sadly, not wanting to leave it there. Usually it went wherever he did, and for a moment, he wished he'd taken his big old toolbox along so he could have hidden it in there and claimed to be a repairman. But at the moment, he was a counsellor. He looked the right kind of scruffy for that with his half dyed hair and piercings. It'd make the claim easy to believe.

Still lamenting his rifle, he slid the handgun he carried around with him in the waistband of his combats. The baggy clothes would conceal that, and it helped that he tended to walk naturally slumped in civillian clothes, so as not to scare people by being tall at them. This whole situation still made guilt sit heavy in his stomach, and Stef felt worse and worse for the children he'd help capture. He wished he could be more like his brother in that respect - focused on the job rather than morals and ethics. He headed inside, smiled at the receptionist, signed in (his handwriting was wonky as anything, and the man was cursed with the plague of 'βˆƒ', it seemed. "STβˆƒFAN FINCH - KAWNSLβˆƒR"). He grinned dopily and apologised for his spelling when the woman corrected it. With directions to the childrens' ward, he headed up there, humming to himself.

A man came up to him and asked for his driver's license. He smiled, until the man got to the criminal bit. Well, that was unfair. Still, he found his wallet, pulled it out, and handed it over with a friendly grin.

"Here y'go, sir! I ain't a criminal, though. 'S a bit rude of you to say and all, but you take a look."

-Vas-

Although the shot missed, Vas grinned when the creature fell, presumably through shock. However, he was impressed when it could back up. To be truthful, the pincers and stinger scared him a little. He'd never had experience fighting giant bug men before, but he was sure he could handle it. The noises the injured scorpion-men made unsettled him to say the least and he retreated a step back into the shadows.

As he drew near, Vas wasn't surprised it couldn't see him. He knew he was well hidden in the dark. But, more fool him, he drew his submachinegun, not realising the movement would make him detectable. He clicked off the safety - surely the sound wouldn't help? - and checked the thing was loaded before grinning smugly and waiting for the right moment to aim and fire.

-Jarek-

Jarek watched Camelion with his head tilted. He quickly realised the man's new form was meant to be a younger version of Caine. He wasn't sure what to make of that, and the primal, servile base of his brain was incredibly confused. There were two masters, now. One looked ill, but was the proper one. Or was he? And now there was a much younger, more handsome, stronger one, but that one was fake! What was going on? He looked between them a few times, and then let out an animal whine, holding his head in his hands. His more human logic was attempting to reason with the bestial part of his brain, to no avail. His drive to serve seemed to be more powerful than his cold intelligence, and so he remained confused. If there had been enough room, he'd have turned into his creature form through sheer bewilderment. As it was, he looked at Camelion and shuffled closer to him, head spinning.

"D'you need anything, sir?"

His voice contained notes of panic and strain it didn't normally, and his accent was thicker than ever. Not to mention the hiss that came out. He then glanced to the real Caine and whimpered.

"Do you, sir?"

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At last, they felt a vibration. Dim, and gentle, but enough to make the monster's heads jerk back to the source as their chelicerae ceased to rub against each other and left behind only the gutural pants that vibrated on the two throats. Then, when they heard the click, the heads gave a gurgling roar as they immediately charged, blindly, towards whatever had been unfortunate enough to catch their attention.

The massive claws lowered until they almost scraped against the cement, but suddenly their legs tangled with something soft but sturdy on the floor they did not detect; the unconscious hound, which hadn't moved.
Although they didn't fall -yet had been close to doing so-, their weight's unstable balance dangled as they frustratingly tried to stop stepping on their obstacle just enough so their pinces could immediately catch and begin to viciously squeeze the creature, who didn't seem to be putting up much resistance despite the force being applied to it. The lack of a struggle kept the experiment tail at bay, merely curled, but the warmth the body still had didn't give him any confirmation that it was already dead.

In fact, Splitface thought that the responsible for that mishap on the house was this thing's fault, naΓ―vely so, since they were and would remain ignorant of the human's presence least he moved again. Although this time, the arachnid was dangerously close enough to detect even the smallest of motions.
Meanwhile though, they still attempted to punish the creature they held, trying to bend it or simply apply more strength to their ruthless grip.
The cracks would be the announcement of the monster's success, and after that, they'd finally devour their misfortunate new prey.

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The man went back to holding his head in his hands, whimpering in confusion and trying to reason with himself at the same time. His head was beginning to ache now from squeezing his eyes tight shut and raking his wonky fingers repeatedly through his hair. He didn't like how other Caine - impostor - Camelion was talking to him at all, and his lip subconsciously curled. Still shaking and bewildered, he started to relax when real Caine was speaking but it was hard to pay attention when part of his head wanted to do what one person said, and the other wanted to do what another said and it felt like he was internally arguing with himself. He wasn't of course, but he felt like he was being pushed one way or the other, and confused thoughts rushed through his head.

And then he heard Camelion snarl at Caine. That was enough for his brain to make some sense of the situation and he growled, low and rumbling like a furious dog before whipping his knife out and levelling the tip with Camelion's stomach.

"Did you just snarl at him?" he asked steadily now, staring.

-Vas-

The man staggered back when nearly attacked, surprised with the speed the creature could move. It was a stroke of luck the hound tripped them, and Vas leant back against a wall, panting and gripping his SMG with conviction. Swallowing, he squared his jaw and prepared to fire again. If only he hadn't missed with his shot from the sniper rifle, which lay back on the ground near the hound, useless. It would have been no good in close quarters anyway. Vas was nearly at the back of the alley and shuddered to imagine it being him between the wall and creature.

As he backed up, however, he knocked into an old fire escape. Not considering how arachnids could scale walls he relaxed a little, ready to clamber up there as fast as he could if he failed again. He'd never encountered anything like this before, and felt almost detatched from the situation, as if he was playing a video game. He aimed and fired. The gun was innacurate, especially at this distance, but spat out bullets fast and hard towards the mutant. Some slammed into the ground, caushing chips of asphalt to fly up, others grazed the walls of the narrow alley. He hoped enough would hit the beast to disable it.

He quickly reloaded and scrambled up the fire escape. The metap steps creaked under his weight and he swore in Russian, cursing his own stupidity and lack of planning.

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Diverted from their task by new near-by motions, the insect-mutant turned about again. Though, this time, the vibrations were stronger, detectable and constant, giving the siameses the orientation they needed.
Hissing, their claws let go of the broken, wriggly body of the hound and the monster turned to face the human, straightened the torsos again and slowly stalked towards him. With horrible blasts, a shot of adrenaline coursed up their crooked spines, and without any thought -for they didn't know the damage the gun could manage on them- they rushed towards the man again, howling.
They ignored the chips of cement that jumped against their arachnid feet, as they didn't do anything notably alarming. But the sound from the gun was horribly loud for their sensitive ears, and this only angered the beast further.

Painful stings bit at their torsos where some of the bullets grazed, splashing nearly brown colored blood on the floor and walls in the same way the brick and asphalt had splintered; the force the lead pierced with even pushed their left pair of shoulders as the small objects dug themselves into their clavicle and even their malformed obliques, snatching another multi-pitched scream from the fused siamese's throats.

The monster swung his large pincers at the human, grabbing nothing but dust as they stamped against the brick wall of the building when the man raced up to the fire escape.
They tried to slash at the man with their hands, but they only thing they truly managed to do was cause the staircase's metal to rattle at their useless hits.
But they didn't linger too much on the ground the once the man was little over their heads on the fire escape.

Lining their torsos against the wall, their hairy legs lifted against it and he climbed upwards as fast as Splitface could manage without falling again.
The heads glared at the human as they began their ascent, the disgusting skin stretching as they tried to look at him with all their three pairs of eyes, seeing little more than shallow outlines now that the vertigo had lessened.
Their sting flung against the man, trying to hit him between the metal rails and even through the holes between each step, even if the sting was too large to fit on the latter's gaps.

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'Boy'? Jarek was sure he was older than Camelion, and chuckled inside. Thirty six wasn't old, but it certainly wasn't young either. He definitely didn't like his attitude to Caine, however, and still growled lowly. There was a highly obvious threatening undertone. He didn't like being touched either, and so snarled loudly. Prickly. As soon as the man started talking, Jarek snorted, derisive.

"Oh, sorry, allow me to bow down to king of bullshitting," he snapped, voice laced with vitriol and a near hiss.

Jarek hated people who got so high and mighty. As he saw it, they were pathetic, having to reassure themselves of their abilities or intelligence or good looks constantly. His politeness might have seemed weak, but it showed the man exuded confidence. He had no need to act rude and bother other people, because he was sure of himself.

"Yes, yes, I get it, you're fantastic in every way. Now shut up. And don't dare growl at master."

His last words dwindled as Caine admonished both of them, but mainly the other mutant, it seemed to Jarek. He felt elated when he learnt his new master was proud of him and quickly thanked him, rubbing his arm where Camelion had grabbed it, yet beaming happily. Then, when they arrived, he waited patiently for orders, sheathing his knife once more.

-Vas-

The man wasn't as agile as his lither brother and had trouble twisting and turning to avoid being hit by the two-faced creature. Panic welled inside him as he was almost clasped in his huge pincers and he raced faster up the rusted steps of the fire escape. It hadn't shrugged off the hits entirely, but it didn't do as much damage as Vasiliy would have liked. The man landed awkwardly on one foot and winced as pain shot through his ankle. It felt twisted, not sprained, and he struggled to carry on with it. Nearly at the landing, he staggered and slammed into the railing.

An ominous creak filled the air as the staircase twisted away from the wall, Vas clinging desperately to it and his gun. His damn foot felt aflame, and he tried to shoot at the mutant once more, but missed as the staircase wobbled and whined further. He was screwed.

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Kyra was in her human form. She had slipped her human face on when she left the forest trailing a scent coming from a mutant. She had smelt Sabrie and Kinarie a mile away so of course she had changed her route to avoid running into them and had found this new scent. It smelt... Insect-like? It didn't smell like a normal human either. It just didn't smell right, but it was a mutant and her mission was to destroy all mutants right? So she just went along with the scent trail hoping she'd get to sink her claws into some flesh soon.

Kyra stuck to the shadows doing her absolute best to stay out of sight. It was easy mostly because the humans didn't bother to really look in the shadows for they held no intrest in seeing someone... wait.... no, something that was different. More then they are. More powerful. More everything. Her blue eyes fleshing green for a moment when she smelt a familiar but somewhat unfamiliar scent. Within a second, her eyes were blue again as she crossed a street and turned to her right to see the mutant. It was a giant... Spider? She blinked once, then twice and finally got it into her head that it was some sort of bug with a human face. It was hanging onto a metal stair case with a normal human hanging on somewhat above it. She bit back the need to shift in the middle of the day. The humans weren't that stupid and would notice a bigger then average tiger running around in their town.

Kyra pushed the feeling back a bit as she rushed forward then leaped onto the railing unaware of its unstable condition. Climbing on the outside of the railing, she went up going as fast as she dared to. The metal didn't feel right in her hands but she was part cat so she was a good climber on most surfaces. The thought of shifting was so close but what good would it do her if she had paws and a tail instead of the hands she needed? Muttering some very bad words she didn't know she knew about she quickly passed the human faced bug and jumped onto the stairs in front of the human. Growling and her blue eyes turning golden she grabbed his forearm and practically carried him up the stairs. She was too busy to see her nails become claws and her normal human teeth turning into some very sharp fangs but she dragged the human away from the bug creature.

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The scorpion siameses turned over the wall, slanting their angle to face the human, though their legs were still somewhat shaky and prune to fail if they did one wrong move. The only exposed chest rose and fell along with the heavy, interrupted breathing from the heads; the left side, even with the black carapace, bled as did the naked skin on their shoulders and near their trapezius.

The beast was exhausted and losing his breath quicker by the second. The nausea had gotten worse, as had their light-headedness. Both the creak from the staircase and the gunshot made them snap just like a whip did on a wild horse, and they rushed to try and ambush the human only to receive a nasty hit against their faces when the fire escape suddenly started to twist and detach from the wall, and as they were trying to reach for the man with their pincers, one of them got helplessly stuck between the gaps on the rails.
To no effect, the experiment tried to pull it back and free his limb from the metal balusters, growing more desperate as the hard carapace clanged against the rusty metal of the fire escape.

Splitface was so worried about both catching the human and his freeing his trapped pincer, that the arrival of a completely random girl caught them, obviously, off-guard.
She was trying to steal THEIR prey?! Shameless! Dishonorable!
They would not let her!

With a horrible snarl, the beast slashed his two, bloodstained left arms at the man, just brushing at his foot with an abnormally long forefinger before the stranger snatched him away from them. Enraged, the siameses' fusioned faces distorted further the more upset they became, and their disgusting small mouthparts were already poking out from between their human teeth and peeking out of their melded lips.
In a fit of mindless anger, the claw's movements became more violent as the mutant tried turn it over and over, yet as this didn't work, the rest of the arachnids long dark body hung itself from bellow the metal step, arms hooked around the bars to allow them to pull with more force without being in a direct diagonal line.

In a response to the darting of the bipeds above, and the added weight of the large monster a few feet bellow, the set of old stairs, already rusty and weak, grated more loudly as its very foundations snapped away from the brick-made wall, faster, with each passing second; it would resist them no further, now.

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Vas flailed in surprise when a girl suddenly grabbed him and pulled away from her grasp, snarling in Russian. The hell was she doing? She was making the whole situation worse! The stairs creaked further, and Vas clinged deperately to the rails, but it was no use scrambling to the top, even! The whole thing was loose and would crash down at any moment.

"What are you doing, you idiot girl? You'll kill us both!" he snapped, panic running wild in his blue eyes.

He went to punch the girl in the face, although his aim was awkward from trying to keep his balance enough to try and land safely when the construction did inevitably collapse on the man, and two mutants. The thing screeched awfully as it finally pulled back from the wall, rusty struts breaking in areas, and fell. There was no time for the Russian sniper to prepare himself and jump, or even try to land safely. A sharp piece of metal raked his side deep, and his head slammed against the floor. Vasiliy's arm lay at an awkward angle, white bone protruding sickeningly through flesh, and he lay unconsious and unmoving. His submachinegun had fallen from his hand and he looked pale and grey as a dead fish.

-Jarek-

Making a point to completely ignore Camelion and his arrogant attitude, Jarek just listened carefully to Caine. He smiled and nodded.

"Yes, sir."

He skulked off into an unused corridor and slipped between this plane and whatever it was that allowed him to become a huge reptile. The figure of Jarek flickered and disappeared - the man was all but invisible, unless someone walked into him or heard him. He slid silently down a corridor, still human-formed but unseen. Using his common sense, he went to find the boys he'd been assigned to get.

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Kyra was trying to get them to the top so they could jump off with little chance of getting hurt, but the human wouldn't let her pull him. She snarled at him before the stairs could fully land on the ground, "You stupid human!" Then with those last word she jumped off the railing heading toward the incoming ground. The stairs were falling ready to crush, but she landed on her then rolled forward avoiding the falling stairs. She heard the loud groaning sound that came from the still shaking peice of metal. Growling she got to her feet with only a few scraps and bruises that were already fading then searched the fallen wreckage for Vas.

Kyra found him after a minute of standing around and smelling the air. She moved around the wreckage to get closer then finally got sight of his broken limb. Making a sound that sounded like a sneeze, she lifted the metal stairs a little and dragged him out from underneath the peice of metal. "Oh, I don't even know why I'm saving your mangy hide." She could heal him later while taking him away from here, but right now he needed to be healed and the big creature had to be dealt with.

Kyra bit the inside of her wrist watched as the blood practically poured out. Using her left hand she opened his mouth then stuffed her wrist inside his mouth. She watched and waited. The bone was going to take a few hours to heal but she was going to quicken that up. When her wrist stopped bleeding she pushed his bone back into place. Then reopening her bitemark on her wrist she put it back in his mouth. The skin healed around the wound but she would probably have to give him another dosage later for the bone to entirely heal.

Kyra stood then dragged him farther away from the where the bug was.

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Little was what the failed mutant could've done to avoid the fall. The flailing of their three hands against the rail's iron bars had eventually bent it enough to remove their black claw, but when they turned their eyes, the only thing they saw was a glimpse of the reddish rust from the staircase as their back stamped harshly against the floor and on top of them, fell large and heavy fragments of the destroyed old fire escape.

The metal had trapped them where they lay sprawled; the large scorpion half caught under the ruins, technically imprisoned by the fallen handrail and supports as the human one was being squeezed between the floor and the heavy metal that scratched against their veiny, exposed skin. Their remaining three arms were either folded under their twisted torso, or under more debris; though the fragment of a right arm had stopped bleeding, and a gruesome, thick dark red crust of dried blood covered the bicep in place of the wound and exposed bone.

A low whine escaped the double-faced beast as when their eyes opened, the blurry images they were taking in spun and dazed them uncontrollably.
With a disgusting gurgle and violent contractions of their only visible abdomen, the right face of the monster curled his lips as it coughed violently, and finally opened his mouth to throw out a yellowish brown liquid, viscous and sticky; bile from their empty stomachs.
With the little energy they had left, they tried in vain to crawl out and push themselves with their fit arms, only to feel the pain of the fall and their bullet wounds biting into their nerves.

The heads settled over the cement floor with excessive exhaustion, eyelids hooding the siamese's dark-colored eyes even as they insisted on glaring holes on the female's head; resenting her idiotic intrusion deeply.
But the bittersweet unconsciousness was already dragging them, forcing them to give up their futile grip on their dimmed senses and in the horrible pain that plagued each nerve, bone and carapaced muscle the conjoined siameses had.

Soon, each of the face's expression of burning wrath and agony softened while the several pairs of eyes closed, the damp sounds dulled and the brute's legs, tail and claws dropped along with their hefty weight.
And there they stayed, immobile and hurt. Back to where they started; between urban remnants and wreckage.