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Kayden Sirrel

"What're you lookin' at? Huh?"

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a character in “The Ravens Nest”, as played by XShishioX




❝Ahh, another one, eh? Welcome to Deep-Cold Solitary. Come on in, sit down. I'd offer you a chair or a warm beverage, or something, but there isn't anything like that in here. Also, before you ask, no, I can't raise the temp in here, the thermostat's outside in the control booth.❞

Normal || Bad Blood | Bastille ||
Fighting || The Fire that Burns Evil Hearts | Yasuharu Takanashi ||
Death ||Anakin's Betrayal | John Williams ||
Angry || Amaimon | Kiroyuki Sawano ||
Out of Control/Insane || On the Precipice of Defeat | Shiro Sagisu ||

∞ Full name ∞ "I didn't choose them. The first was given to me by the Doctor, the last by my [omitted] parents. The middle, though, that one was all me."
Subject #04 calls himself: Kayden "Baalthazar" Sirrel. This marks a fantastic discovery in the Subject's understanding of the concept of self.

∞ Nicknames ∞
"Heh heh heh... I earned that last one after a particularly feeble attempt to get me to participate in testing. Serves the [omitted] right."
Subject #04 has been shown to respond to several different aliases. This denotes a particular acceptance of self, as well as a profound understanding of self identity. Subject #04 will also respond to any of the following aliases: Kay, Baal, Subject 04, Four, "The-angry-little-[omitted]-in-cell-number-four."

∞ Age ∞ "Suppose that mean's I'm an adult now. Not that we were ever kids to begin with..."
Subject #04 has reached a biological age of 18 years old.

∞ Gender ∞ "All that testing and you still aren't sure? Heh heh heh, wanna find out?"
Despite marked provocation from Subject #04, in the form of verbal sexual abuse directed at the testing administrators, we have concluded that Subject #04 is Male, and no further tests will be administered to observe such data.

∞ Sexuality ∞ "Living in a Lab isn't exactly the best way to meet your soul-mate. I've given that notion up long ago..."
Through a series of surveys, Subject #04 has identified with an inherent sexual orientation similar to Pansexual. When asked if he associated himself with a Pansexual identity, Subject #04 admitted that he did not know what that was, and asked if it involved a particular type of cooking utensil. Upon being provided the appropriate definition, Subject #04 agreed with the statement, saying that he would accept love no matter where it came from, though he has a preference for women.

∞ Role ∞
Subject #04 is one of two male Abnormalities that currently reside in the Raven Institute.

∞ Face Claim ∞
Colton Haynes

❝You're a real pain in the [omitted], you know that? You just march in here, demand my cooperation, then leave? All the while torturing us in the name of progress? It's [omitted] like you that are the reason this world sucks so bad!❞

∞ Height & Weight ∞ "Do I have to get naked for this part too? Seriously, if I wasn't muzzled and locked in a freezer, I'd almost feel hot under the collar... You guys sure do make us get naked a lot..."
Subject #04's current weight is approximately 167 lbs, without any clothing, and stands at a height of 5 feet and 10 inches tall.

∞ Hair color ∞ "Really? Come on now, Doc. I thought you knew me better than that? I've been here for my whole life, you even know what my [omitted] hair color is down on my [omitted]."
Subject #04's hair has been recorded as brown, though it was blonde in his youth it remained that way until he turned five years old, around which time his hair darkened into the tawny color it is now.

∞ Eye color ∞ "Seriously? Now you're just being mean. Consult your little journals, then! It's not like you're actually listenin' to me anyway."
Subject #04's eyes have been recorded as blue. There has been no observed change of eye color while his abilities are being tested or any other circumstances.

∞ Physical Description ∞ "Ragged, dull, and lifeless... You would be too, Doc. You would be too."
Subject #04 is of exceptional physical condition. His height and weight are perfectly balanced, and he has an overall Body Mass Index, the ratio of bodily fat reserves to the overall weight of the body, of 5.4, meaning that the total percentage of fat in Subject #04's body is only 5.4%, a very low scoring. Subject #04's muscles are mostly lean, and are well defined. NOTE: Subject #04 still possesses monstrous physical strength, his lack of a large amount of bodily muscle should not be taken as a sign of physical weakness. Subject #04 has been called physically attractive by some of our female staff, and carries several desirable traits they find appealing, such as a strong jawline, bright blue eyes, and soft, short hair. Subject #04 is, usually, allowed to wear whatever clothing he wants, but during testing he has been made to wear an outfit resembling a track suit, so as to open up free movement. When he is confined in his quarters, Subject #04 usually wears well-fitting jeans, t-shirts with graphic designs on the front, or band t-shirts, converse sneakers, a hooded sweatshirt, and a light jacket. Though Subject #04 has requested additional cold weather clothing, such requests will not be accommodated, as Subject #04's internal body temperature plays a large role in his ability to generate fire, see Log No. 25. While the cold is uncomfortable to him, he has not yet shown adverse effects from prolonged exposure to the cold. It is expected that his internal temperature is to blame for this, as his healthy, resting temperature, is somewhere around 115 degrees Fahrenheit.

Give me one good reason! Just one, I swear! Give me one good reason I shouldn't tear you apart!❞

∞ Likes ∞
Subject #04 has listed that he enjoys the following things:

✔ Subject #04 has shown an interest in the more physical aspects of his testing. So far, Subject #04 has been given large weights, which are to stay in the Deep-Cold Solitary Confinement cell. He uses them to exercise, similar to human practices. He has shown a ritualistic devotion to them, using the different weights and bars within set parameters over the course of a week, at specific times of the day, so as to exercise different parts of his body over the course of a week. Although Subject #04 has not shown an overly abundant increase of muscle mass, as a result of his exercise, he has shown a marked increase in stamina, muscle definition, and fine motor control.

✔ Subject #04 has shown a marked increase in an interest in sexual activity and members of the opposite gender. He has told us repeatedly that he does not wish to die without engaging in sexual intercourse, but no accommodations will be made to supply such a need. Further, and somewhat... humanly, Subject #04 has, during a moment of vulnerability, informed a female test administrator that he doesn't believe love, as he knows it, exists. The following is a quote from Subject #04. "I just can't believe it. Could you? Tell me! Could you believe something so beautiful exists after knowing nothing but unhappiness for all your life? Go on then! Lie to me! Tell me it's real! Tell me!" Let the record show that although no Mental Manipulation-type abilities have been observed in Subject #04, the woman who administered the survey has quit her job. She has not gone on the record to elaborate on these circumstances, but states that she has done so in regards to Subject #04's status of detainment.

✔ Subject #04 has shown an interest in any number of games and sports, however, this was only shown as true while Subject #04 was younger. With age, Subject #04 no longer relates any practices he finds enjoyable to the attendants or testing administrators. He has been officially recorded saying, "Why bother? Having a hobby, something fun that I like to do, will only give you miscreants something else to use against me. Now [omitted] right off. You make me sick."

✔ Subject #04 has shown, when not undergoing testing or solitary confinement, that he has a rapacious appetite for learning. While he is, mostly, mentally unsatisfied in Deep-Cold Solitary, we can no longer give him any books, as he has learned, apparently, how to create a lock pick from the spines and hard covers.

∞ Dislikes ∞
Subject #04 has similarly admitted that he doesn't care for the following things:

✘ The Raven's Nest, as he and the other Subjects refer to the Raven Institute for Specialty Teens. Subject #04 has repeatedly called the RIST, "a complete [omitted] underneath a big steamy pile of [omitted] with [omitted] sprinkles on top, the likes of which this world will never truly appreciate."

✘ The test administrators. Subject #04 has repeatedly harassed his proctors and testing officials. Such abuse ranges to everything from snide, somewhat subtle, verbal abuse, to full on physical assault. He is, to date, responsible for the deaths of 31 Raven Employee's. Despite requests that Subject #04 be euthanized, all such motions have been denied, as his powers and mind are still undergoing testing.

✘ Cold things. He has been shown to enjoy ice cream, or other frozen snacks without discomfort, apart from suffering severe brain freeze, however, Subject #04 shows a marked distaste of the cold. The reason is simple. Negative Thermal Energy is poisonous to him. While he is capable of eating normal servings of frozen treats, his continued existence at The Institute is only made possible by the fact that, while kept in deep-cold solitary confinement, Subject #04 is not only docile, but easily manipulated.

✘ Subject #04 has shown an intense dislike, nearing pure hatred, of dishonesty or other types of larceny. Further, he opposes the notion of evil, insulting our staff with the term. Subject #04 is convinced that, some day, the Raven Institute will slip up, that our administration will give him an opportunity to destroy us. He sees this as a sort of divine providence, in which good, namely, Subject #04 and the other Subjects, will triumph over evil, namely, the Raven Institute. He has often proclaimed, though sometimes more colorfully, that in that moment he will, "Rip your [omitted] off, shove them up your evil [omitted], until I reach the [omitted] part of your [omitted] and you can't even [omitted] your stupid, evil [omitted] without [omitted] my [omitted]." The Institute has censored this report, for the sake of decorum, but an explicit report can be found in the archives. It is located in its own folder, which is quite large, under the section titled, "Subject #04's Heinous Threats. 01/22/XXXX-05/13/XXXX."

✘ Being called Subject #04. He shares this dislike of his official title with the other Subjects. This is an interesting trend, although, it isn't entirely surprising.

✘ Subject #04 has exhibited an intense dislike, bordering hatred, of bitter foods and beverages. He much prefers other flavors, such as savory, sweet, and, particularly, spicy.

∞ Flaws ∞
Though he appears to be an incredible specimen, Subject #04's is not without flaws. He can be defeated if battled strategically.

✘ The majority of Subject #04's combat prowess is directly connected to his short-range combat, namely, physical, close-quarters fighting. If one can keep Subject #04's out of close-quarter's combat, and push him back with long ranged attacks, he will have a much harder time winning.

✘ Subject #04's suffers from severe motion sickness. There isn't a recorded scientific reason for this as of yet, as his physical form is in top condition, and shouldn't be subject to such things as motion sickness. All the same, Subject #04 cannot handle fighting, moving, or even lying down on moving platforms for extended periods of time.

✘ Though Subject #04 is immune to fire and heat of all types, he is not immune to other forms of elemental energy. He still suffers damage when confronted with electricity, cold, acidic substances, or sonic vibrations, albeit less readily than an ordinary human. Such energies only carry half their usual potency when directed against his durable hide. Further, any attempt to absorb such energies by eating them is poisonous to Subject #04, and could result in his death of he were to consume too much. There is a specific threshold for this, however, as Subject #04 can still consume ice and be fine. Though he suffers from more powerful fits of brain freeze than normal humans, if the ice is cold enough. However, it isn't the ice itself that's inherently poisonous to him. Instead, it's the energy associated with the cold that is poisonous. It has been observed that placing Subject #04 in a freezer won't immediately kill him. However, as he continues to breath in the cold air, he will suffer symptoms of poisoning, as he is orally consuming cold energy. It is this fact alone that allows Subject #04 to be safely stored within the Raven's Nest. Any attempts to poison Subject #04 as a means of subdual must be made through his mouth. While applied electrical weapons, such as a common Taser, have been shown to be mildly effective on him, the electrical energy isn't inherently poisonous. Further, such weapons must be strong enough to pierce his skin, as the needles in a standard police Taser aren't sharp enough to pierce his dermal coatings. Subject #04 must eat or inhale the opposing type of energy for it to poison him. Lastly, Subject #04 cannot eat his own flames. He must consume flames that aren't made by him, or made as a result of his flames affecting something else.

✘ While Subject #04 is much stronger than normal humans, he does still suffer from similar physical limitations. He does tire, with continued effort, and is still subject to damage and death if attacked with the appropriate energies and weapons. He cannot lift objects heavier than two tons, cannot run faster than seventy-five miles per hour, and cannot react to things that occur faster than the speed of sound. Continuing on, though small caliber bullets just bounce off of the Subject #04's skin he is still vulnerable to physical attack with more powerful caliber weapons. This is especially true if such weapons are aimed at vital areas, which aren't as inherently sturdy. His mouth and eyes, for example, whether closed or open, aren't as durable as the other parts of his body, and can still be attacked, leading to moderately heavy damage if allowed to connect with his physical form.

✘ Subject #04 has been observed to suffer from average human intelligence. He struggles when reading maps, or performing difficult or abstract mental gymnastics. The majority of his abilities and strengths are physical in nature. Puzzles, quizzes, and other mental tests vex him. Subject #04 isn't dumb, by any stretch of the word, as he has been shown solving simple puzzles and navigating simple mathematical and logical instructions. That being said, higher orders of logic and mental stress are not followed by him. This is, most likely, due to Subject #04's lack of proper schooling past the Elementary level.

✘ Subject #04 has been observed to be exceedingly loyal. Several surveys have shown that he is deeply entranced by the idea of loyalty, as well as stories that portray such loyalty. When directly tested, Subject #04 has been shown to produce results that were, easily, two to three hundred percent more prodigious when under the impression that his failures to achieve the desired quotas would result in severe punishments being serviced upon Subjects #01-03. Accordingly, it has been decided proven that Subject #04 is very easily manipulated if his peers are threatened.

❝Please. You've taken everything from me. My life, my family, and what few people who might have considered me their friend. Just kill me. What more could I be worth to you?❞

Image∞ Power ∞ "They whisper horrid things about me with shuddering breath, reeking of fear. You can hear it as the attendants come in and out of my Containment cell. Most of the time, they call me a Demon, or a Devil. To them, I'm nothing but a curse wrought upon their world, seeking nothing but their death and ultimate destruction. Sometimes, though... Sometimes, in fearful reverence, another word escapes their lips. Sometimes, they call me: Dragon."
Subject #04, though he is mostly human in appearance, draws incredible similarities to the powerful, legendary Dragon. His Physiology, aided by by a modicum of Psionic (mental) control and influence, provides him with specific powers, which are listed below:

~Fire Dragon's Flames: Subject #04 is capable of Psionically producing large amounts of fire. This isn't merely limited to producing blazing hot breath, like the dragons of old. Subject #04 can produce flames from any part of his body. While his flames are always some form of red or orange in color, they burn at temperatures much more common in blue fire, like that of a Bunsen burner, upwards of 1150 degrees Celsius, or 2102 degrees Fahrenheit. Even more strangely, the flames that Subject #04 produces are capable of interacting with their environment like solid objects. They can strike targets as if they were solid, not a fluid as modern science would suggest, and are capable of dealing slashing, piercing, or even bludgeoning damage to Subject #04's intended targets.

~Fire Dragon's Scales: Subject #04 benefits from a form of enhanced durability. Though much tougher than human skin, particularly sharp or powerful attacks can still effect him. Further, Subject #04's skin is entirely fireproof and heatproof. Even more strangely, Subject #04 is capable of protecting anything he is wearing from the flames he produces, however, this clothing must be somewhat form fitting, as bulkier clothes will be burned off while his abilities are activated (See Log No. 33, 45, and 67).

~Fire Dragon's Gullet: Subject #04 is capable of consuming fire. Whenever he does so, Subject #04 regains lost stamina and energy, allowing him to continue to fight. This stems from his power over fire as well as his immunity to it. The more fire Subject #04 consumes, the stronger he gets. (See Log No.'s 5, 12, 33, and 67) If he consumes this fire, he takes its energy into himself. The process is exceedingly simple and efficient, and has been shown to produce exponential results (See Log No. 67). Subject #04 is not, however, incapable of subsisting entirely on fire. He still requires nutrients similar to humans of his biological age and body type, such as proteins, minerals, vitamins, amino-acids, and any other number of fats and carbohydrates. His metabolism is shown to be markedly high, converting large amounts of food and fire into a vast internal storage of energy that can be used at leisure. This energy has not been shown to dissipate and remains within his system until expelled (See Log No.'s 12 and 67). In fact, Subject #04 must remain in the Deep-Cold Solitary Confinement when not being tested so as to remain weak enough to be continually detained at the RIST. Otherwise, as the recent incident has shown, Subject #04 can store energy that he absorbs or creates by eating almost indefinitely. It has been theorized that Subject #04 does possess a limit to the amount of fire he can consume, but testing has not yet revealed a corporeal limit. Due to the catastrophic failure during the experiment that took place in Log No. 67, such tests, and all other forms of experimentation, will NOT be undertaken for an indefinite amount of time.

~Fire Dragon's Might: Subject #04 is blessed with superior strength, speed, agility, durability, stamina, physical senses, reaction speed, and, in general, boasts a vastly superior physical form to most humans. This ability stems from Subject #04's power over fire and his ability to gain strength by consuming flames. By fueling his body with fire, Subject #04 becomes capable of feats of insane strength, speed, durability, etc. This is observed in a directly proportional, albeit exponential, manner. The more flames Subject #04 applies to his physical body, the more powerful the physical result. This is amplified with the continual consumption of flame (See Log No. 67).

~Empathetic Enhancement: Subject #04's powers are directly affected by his emotions. When he is feeling more strongly, he is able to draw out more power than usual. The reverse is also true. When he feels sad, doesn't feel anything at all, or isn't feeling confident, his abilities are much less pronounced than usual. This too, though not directly connected to his flames, is still symbolically associated with it. The hotter his, "spirit," burns, the more powerful he becomes(See Log No. 22, 23, 38, and 49).

∞ Abilities ∞ "If they didn't, essentially, have me poisoned with cold for sixteen hours a day, I'd be capable of so much more. This modest little bag of tricks is all I have, but the thing is, I'm not sure I'll ever need any more. I mean, they're got me confined here, just because these few little tricks are capable of producing their worst fears. That in and of itself is pretty, impressive, no?"
Subject #04's powers are simple, but his abilities are much less easily defined. NOTE: It is theorized that Subject #04 has NOT revealed the true extent of his abilities, however, there will be no testing to determine the limits of his capabilities. Further, the RIST employees and officials are overly cautious of experimentation in such a direction. Subject #04 is already very dangerous with what few abilities he HAS shown us. Though he appears human, do not be fooled. Subject #04 is an incredibly powerful specimen. CAUTION: Do not engage under ANY circumstances. All trainees are to remember protocol when dealing with Subject #04. Subject #04 has proven both ruthless, violent, and without a shred of mercy. Due to the sub-arctic nature of his confinement, he is in a weakened state, and can be easily sedated, manipulated, or overpowered. However, if Subject #04 has broken his bindings, or has escaped his testing center, the orders are simple: run, hide, and pray that he is sedated by the professional guardsmen before he finds you. Below is a list of things Subject #04 has been observed being capable of with his powers. NOTE: As with all of Subject #04's abilities, the more fire, or energy, he puts into it, the larger and more powerful the result.

~Fire Dragon's Roar: Subject #04 is capable of producing a breath attack, much like the dragons of legend. By expelling flames from his mouth, Subject #04 can create a powerful gout of fire that can even result in massive explosions. NOTE: Subject #04 has stated that he must actually produce sound from his mouth to use this ability. Testing suggests that the activation of the ability is psycho-somatically triggered via the release of breath and noise from the body (See Log No. 11, 15, 27, and 32). The breath attack has been witnessed to burn though specially made, three inch thick, heat treated ceramics, capable of withstanding temperatures upwards of three thousand degrees Fahrenheit. More importantly, it should be noted that the flames travel at incredible speeds, easily passing three hundred and sixty feet per second. Even more astoundingly, they are capable of physically affecting a target's position, exerting massive bludgeoning force on the target, as if the target were experiencing a gale force wind. This has been shown to be capable of pushing back a two ton cube made of concrete exactly twelve meters from its original position. Although more testing is needed for comprehension, such tests are currently banned, along with all others. This is Subject #04's sole ranged attack, and is capable of striking anything that Subject #04 is facing, provided it is within a range of one hundred meters from Subject #04. This breath weapon is also the most powerful attack Subject #04 is capable of creating on his own, without being fed flames in advance. NOTE: Depending on the amount of flames consumed, it has been theorized that Subject #04's breath attack is capable of completely vaporizing tempered steel, reaching temperatures comparable to the surface of the sun. Such tests will NOT be administered.

~Fire Dragon's Claw: An empowered physical attack. By placing flames on his physical body, Subject #04 can massively augment the power of his physical strikes. Attacks made with flames enhancing Subject #04's body his be been recorded producing vastly more power than similar un-augmented strikes. NOTE: These strikes burn just as hot as the flames of a propylene gas torch. While nowhere near as powerfully explosive as his breath attack, Subject #04's physically empowered flame strikes are still quite hot (see Log No. 22-25). Such attacks can even melt through metal if sufficiently supplied with power. Tests have shown that, depending on the amount of flames applied to the strike, Subject #04 is capable of punching through one foot thick concrete that has been reinforced with three inch steel on both sides, creating forces similar to those generated by modern wrecking balls (See Log No. 23-25). While such strikes are the upper limit of his physical capabilities, it should be noted that Subject #04's body receives very little, almost negligible, physical damage from doing so, regardless of whatever flat surface he is striking.

~Dragon Force: This is Kayden's most powerful technique, and it is not known by the RIST that it is something Kayden possesses. That being said, it isn't an advanced technique or special maneuver. Instead, it's really more of a state of being. It is only capable of being entered if one of two conditions are met. The first is through the consumption of massive amounts of fire, or the consumption of a singularly hot source of fire. Kayden theorizes that, in order to enter such a state through this means, would require eating a source of energy with sufficient combined heat to rival a lightning bolt, some 30,000 Kelvins (53540 degrees Fahrenheit). For reference, such a source would have to be, roughly, five times hotter than the surface of the sun. The other method, which Kayden postulates he might be able to instigate at will with sufficient training, is that he needs to be, for lack of better syntax, really fucking pissed off. We aren't talking some minor bitch fit either. Kayden would have to be so mad that he literally couldn't control himself for even a nanosecond longer. However, in order to achieve such a state, Kayden would, probably, need to be thoroughly provoked, and would, most likely, not even be in control of himself during the duration of the resulting Dragon Force. Either way, Kayden CANNOT enter Dragon Force on his own, otherwise he probably wouldn't be in the RIST, would he? The only reason he even knows that it exists is that he was forced to feed upon flames for an extended period of time during a test to determine the upper limit of his ability to consume flames and store their energy. The Raven's Nest workers have not yet discovered that this is a separate technique from the regular flame enhancement that he usually employs. Kayden, obviously, is not stupid enough to tell them otherwise. The benefits of Dragon Force, however, are not dissimilar to his usual flame based enhancement. During Dragon Force, Kayden experiences a massive boost in his physical capabilities. Further, his body temperature becomes so high that he actually begins to vaporize the surrounding water, and his body gives off convection currents similar to mirages. Further, all flame that Kayden produces during Dragon Force is, roughly, seven times hotter than usual, reaching insane temperatures that can vaporize most solid objects. The destructive power of a single Dragon's Roar, while benefiting from Dragon Force, would produce an explosive blast with a total volume of, roughly, 5.125 cubic miles. Coincidentally, this is, almost, the exact volume of space completely destroyed during the Beta Block Incident.

❝Why are you here? Do you even care? You're just like all the rest. You're empty inside, and filling my life with pain helps fill the void. You're disgusting.❞

∞ Personality ∞ "Handsome and charming, some guys are just born lucky. That's me, ain't it... That was sarcasm, don't actually write that down!"
Subject #04 can best be described by a single word: blunt. Subject #04 is quiet and stoic, not saying or doing much of anything unless pressed. Subject #04 is also a very straight forward, brutally honest, and sardonic individual, and usually resorts to performing rude finger gestures when speaking to RIST officials, instead of speaking. He does this in any situation that such gestures can be applied to, and does so rather frequently. Subject #04 speaks concisely and to the point whenever he does speak, never using more words than necessary. Further, if actions can speak for him, Subject #04 will, sometimes, remain entirely silent during his interactions with others. When he does speak, Subject #04 will often use single words as entire sentences, and will, usually, let such statements stand unless pressed for more information. This stoicism and silence pervades all speech patterns and interactions, unless Subject #04 becomes... agitated. During such periods of increased activity, we have recorded higher levels of stress, adrenaline, and heartbeat, which are consistent with natural arousal in humans. Further, during such periods of agitation, Subject #04 has been shown to speak very powerfully if a sufficient emotional response can be provoked. However, such a course of action is highly discouraged, as it often follows that when Subject #04 becomes agitated violence, profanity, and destruction soon follow. Lastly, in regards to speaking, Subject #04 has shown to possess a highly profane vocabulary, and curses frequently when pressed to speak.

During testing, in the months leading up to XX/XXXX, Subject #04's most recent incident, Subject #04 has displayed brutal, condescending, and mildly arrogant tendencies, as well as a cold detachment from the idea that he has killed before. Subject #04 has also displayed general apathy during testing, appearing bored by the tasks he is set to. It has been theorized that Subject #04 views such tasks as menial, and below his attention. This has lead to the theory that Subject #04 is not performing to the best of his abilities during his trials, which may imply incorrect data about Subject #04 was recorded. During his trials, and when confronted with the fact that he has killed many RIST officials, Subject #04 has often made crude and grim comparisons likening the RIST attendants, scientists, and other staff to various types of vermin, stating that it doesn't matter if they were to, "drop dead, the [omitted] rats." Such a morose concept of life and death has been attributed, most likely, to Subject #04's upbringing in the RIST. When he was younger, Subject #04 displayed a much brighter disposition. He smiled more frequently, completed his assigned tasks with enthusiasm, and was even affectionate with some of the RIST officials. However, as Subject #04 became older, he stopped displaying such responses, and became more sullen and apathetic. This was theorized to be due to the onset of adolescence, in which children naturally rebel from their caretakers, however, it persisted into Subject #04's late teens, and worsened to the point it has currently reached during the weeks preceding Subject #04's eighteenth birthday.

Subject #04 has been shown to display a degree of tenderness, approaching kindness and, even, genuine respect, for a few individuals. These blessed few are, namely, the Parapsychologist and other Subjects, the latter of which seem to all share bonds of Solidarity. It has even been noted that, during the series of trials in which Subject #04 was tricked into believing that the other Subjects would be adversely effected if he produced poor results, our observations recorded a fifty percent increase in natural attentiveness, physical exertions, and willingness to participate. Such results have not been recorded since Subject #04's youth, during which time his personality was much different. The bonds Subject #04 shares with his Parapsychologist, however, are a different sort of positive reaction, similar to how one might treat a particularly skilled opponent. these reactions are respectful, but not affectionate. These emotional responses, however, has been dulled as of late. Subject #04 shows marked negative responses to mentions of the other Subjects, and displays nothing more than casual apathy towards them. Further, though it has often been stated that only the Parapsychologist could enter Subject #04's cell and leave unscathed, as of late Subject #04 has shown markedly more angry responses to the Doctor. Subject #04 appears to be, for lack of a better word, upset with the Doctor. It has been theorized that, away from the surveillance equipment, Subject #04 may harbor neutral, or even positive feelings towards the other Subjects and the Parapsychologist, but such findings will remain just that. Theories. With no way to observe them, such tests are simply too dangerous. During such a time that Subject #04 could escape, or devise a plan for escape, with his peers if no surveillance was present.

∞ History ∞ "Why you askin' me? Huh?! You guys have it all written down somewhere, don't ya? I'll bet you even have to record how many times a day I take a [omitted]. You [omitted] make me sick."

"Log No. 3. Subject #04." It has been exactly three years since Subject #04 has been introduced to the RIST. Subject #04 is now six years old, and is capable of following simple instructions. Subject #04 is an easily excitable boy, and shows an eagerness to comply with all instructions. Subject #04's tests today are rather simple. He is to have his blood taken, some simple tests run on him, and to have his physical growth marked. Until this date Subject #04 has shown no signs of marked abnormality, and is presumed to be a normal boy. Some of the female doctors have taken an interest in Subject #04, asking that he be opened up to adoption should his blood work prove negative. Subject #04 is slightly above average in terms of physical health. He sports 20/20 vision, a particularly keen set of ears, and shows above average physical maneuverability for his age. His weight is normal, though he's a bit skinny, and his height is similarly normal. Subject #04 has been promised candy as a reward for compliance, and is showing dedication to the reward, even if it means having to wait, or sit through an uncomfortable physical examination. Subject #04's first test would have been his last, had the doctor not taken blood today. When presented with the needle, Subject #04 began to display fearful tendencies. His heart rate increased, marked perspiration was demonstrated, and his pupils dilated. When the nurses attempted to detain the child, he presented himself, shockingly, as inhuman. With minimal effort, Subject #04 threw the attending nurses off of himself, and bolted for the door. When the wooden obstacle was presented to him, Subject #04 drew in a deep breath, and shockingly, roared. The resulting sonic phenomenon triggered a pyroclastic mutation that not only incinerated the door, but appeared to be under Subject #04's complete control. According to procedure, the on-site guardsmen were ordered to tranquilize Subject #04, and did so with standard issue liquid tranquilizer darts. Subject #04 immediately fainted, and was returned to his chambers, to await further testing. Though we are uncertain as to the extent of Subject #04's abilities, we are now certain that Subject #04's parents were correct when they consigned him to the program. Subject #04 is, most assuredly, an Abnormal. He will be spending the rest of his life in the RIST.

"Log No. 22. Subject #04." Today we will test Subject #04's ability to enhance his physical prowess using his ability to manipulate fire. We have, incorrectly, promised Subject #04 his freedom, should he finish the assignment in the allotted time. Subject #04 is being made to run an obstacle course in an amount of time equal to, or less than, sixteen minutes. During our control experiments, we have found that a group of five professional soldiers of the [omitted] were unable to complete the assignment in the allotted time. Further, three of them perished during the test, and the other two required another ten minutes and seventeen seconds to finish the test. For the sake of recording properly, though we just conducted a physical examination of Subject #04 yesterday on 6/19/[omitted], the Subject's proclaimed birthday, Subject #04 is currently eleven years old. He weighs 133 lbs, measures 4 feet and 5 inches tall, and has shown a prodigious mastery of pyrokinesis. Subject #04 has claimed that he is capable of much more than we originally anticipated, and has asked to be challenged to a harder physical test this time. Though our data suggests Subject #04 is lying, we are offering the test anyway, as a form of punishment. Once more, let the record show that there are NO INTENTIONS of freeing Subject #04, or granting any requests he might make. Subject #04, as he has shown during our previous tests, see Log No. 3-10, 15, and 17-20. Subject #04 is a dangerous specimen, that must be contained within the Institute at all costs. Finding a way to adequately detain and control Subject #04 is of massive priority, as he has, for the past seven years, destroyed almost every cell he's been placed in. During Subject #04's run of the maze, we notice increased physical speed and endurance, but it's not worth noting. Such figures were expected, given the nature of Subject #04's existence within RIST, and natural physical inclination to work. Within the first 5 minutes, there are no marked abnormalities. However, at minute seven, Subject #04 appears to be thoroughly lost within the maze. Attendant [omitted] suggested that Subject #04 be given an incentive to increase his pace, so [omitted] were released into the maze to increase stress within Subject #04. Instead of acting as predicted, Subject #04 appeared to have been waiting for this moment, and used an incredible maneuver to punch one of the [omitted] through every single wall between Subject #04 and the exit, a grand total of eight plywood and plaster wall sections were dealt significant damage, and another eight sections were completely destroyed as the [omitted] flew through them after being struck. Such augmentation not only created a vast increase in Subject #04's observed strength, but it also completely incinerated the area of the [omitted] was struck, and thusly propelled, through the maze. At that Subject #04 proclaimed his victory, and was promptly sedated with tranquilizer darts and sleeping gas, before being returned to his chambers. Though we had never actually promised to release Subject #04, some of the other attendants mirrored Subject #04, sentiments that RIST had cheated and lied to Subject #04. The attendants in question were killed, according to proper procedure. That messiness aside, what is truly remarkable about Subject #04's maneuver, is that it involved cloaking his fist in flames before striking the [omitted]. Such augmentation not only created a vast increase in Subject #04's observed strength, but it also completely incinerated the area of the [omitted] that was struck by Subject #04. This requires further testing, as well as the ordered repair of the maze structure. That being said, we have noticed a great new area of power for Subject #04, who proves to become more and more interesting as time passes. Who knows? Perhaps his blood will finally unravel its mysteries to us if we allow it to take root in more... compliant hosts. Only time, and continued testing will reveal this for sure.

"Log No. 41. Subject #04." Today, Subject #04 is slated for, another physical examination as well as a series of surveys. Thanks to our new information on Subject #04's abilities, he is much more easily contained and controlled. Sedatives are applied during non-physical testing, tests are undertaken in rooms who's temperature is never allowed to go above -10 degrees Fahrenheit, and all guardsmen are outfitted with special darts that have been outfitted with casings similar to Taser needles, which apply electric shocks upon contact, as well as releasing liquid tranquilizers. Thankfully, this has been discovered during Subject #04's last test, see Log No. 13 involving the consumption of energies other than fire. Subject #04's testing today was undertaken in record time. He was measured, weighed, and asked a few simple questions so as to determine Subject #04's ability to follow directions. Though mildly sedated, Subject #04 complied with all instructions, and his testing for the day has finished. His blood work is showing ever increasing options and positive progress. That being said, human bodies reject [omitted] and all experiments thus far have resulted in premature death of the test subject. For now, Subject #04 remains the only one of his kind. As of today Subject #04 is sixteen years old. This makes his thirteenth year at RIST, making Subject #04 the most veteran Abnormal currently residing at RIST.

"Log No. 67. Subject #04." Today marks the test for Subject #04's ability to consume fire. It has been some time since our last test, due to the catastrophic results, and resulting carnage, see Log No. 66 for details. That being said, this remarkable discovery, made during the subject's earlier tests, see log No. 5, was found to have no upper limits at the time. The purpose of today's tests are to find out if such limits exist, or if Subject #04's abilities of absorption are, hopefully, limitless. All of our standard safety precautions have been made. During the test, the workers were all made to wear flame retardant suits, capable of withstanding the temperatures created by direct exposure to the sun while in outer space, re-purposed astronaut gear. Such suits were also coated with a thin film of a flame retardant coating that is similar to the substance used on solar panels. As usual, we conducted testing in the Beta Branch, with the area completely sealed off. Once again, let the record show that Beta Block is located approximately five hundred feet below the surface, all of which has been replaced by reinforced concrete so as to allow the testing of the more dangerous subjects. The test is to take place in a controlled atmosphere, which will never be allowed to rise above zero degrees Fahrenheit for the duration of the testing. Lastly, as usual, Subject #04 was detained during the examination, and was even sedated before hand, being just alert enough to eat. During the initial testing period, Subject #04 proved uncooperative, but when .01 amp electric shocks were applied, the Subject, although it appeared rather begrudgingly, began to eat. No measured changes in heart rate or internal temperature were marked for the first minute and a half. After five minutes, we began to notice a slight increase in heart rate, however, it quickly calmed back to the Subject's resting heart rate of fifty-five beats per minute. After seven minutes, however, the Subject's internal temperature began to rise, but he remained coherent, and able to answer our questions. After eight minutes, his heart rate rose to seventy beats per minute, but remained stable. The Subject appeared energized, but wasn't unresponsive or incoherent. He was still able to answer questions, such as what his name was, or if he was becoming less hungry. After ten minutes, the subject still marked no decrease in consumption rate, or bodily inability to continue consumption. The test continued. Finally, at sixteen minutes, all hell broke loose. The Subject's internal temperature had become so high, somewhere around two hundred degrees, that the pads which secured his monitoring equipment had physically melted onto his body, and new ones needs to be reapplied. The Subject was given another 75 cc's of sedative, though he continued to absorb the fire, so as to allow unmolested replacement of the monitoring equipment. However, the second that the Subject's monitoring pads were removed, his eyes opened. He was told to relax and continue consumption, though we were baffled that his body had so quickly metabolized the sedative. Instead of complying, Subject #04 began shouting, and showed a marked increase of heart rate, up to ninety beats per minute after it had remained a stable seventy up until this point. Subject #04 then, to the surprise of all present, snapped whatever bindings were left on his body. What was truly remarkable was that his bindings actually melted off of him. Our calculations show that this would require an applied heat of 3,000 K, as well as a force of, roughly, 1,200 psi. At this point, the cameras observing the testing data, which were, thankfully, rerouting their live feed back to the main facility, noticed an abnormality around Subject #04's body. Heat waves, akin to the kind that are seen and interpreted as mirages, are observed to be produced in the air around Subject #04's body. However, even more remarkably, the Subject's skin was observed to have changed its original texture, and took on scale-like markings, similar to the diamond shaped scales of modern reptiles. No clear shot have been taken of this, as the convection currents around Subject #04's body were too strong to make out well-defined lines. We are unsure if Subject #04 actually grew scales, or if this is a trick of the light, made by the heat waves Subject#04's bodily heat was producing. Finally, before we lost the feed, Subject #04 completely disappeared from the video, and several explosions were heard. Of particular note was the speed at which Subject #04 moved. Calculations have shown that his velocity, on the ground, was no less than ninety-two miles per hour, a marked increase over the Subject's usual max land speed of seventy miles per hour. However, after that point all video, audio, and other methods of monitoring were lost. What happened next could only be described as catastrophic. There was no way to tell how it happened, and Subject #04 refuses to elaborate on how he generated such power. That being said, and all the safety precautions aside, we only know the result. The testing area was completely destroyed. This however, doesn't really portray the scope of the resulting tragedy. That particular testing facility, the dirt, the concrete, the ceramic coffin made specifically to contain Subject #04, and everything within a half of a mile radius of the testing facility, was completely incinerated. No less than twenty six lives were lost, and hundreds of thousands of dollars of testing equipment were utterly destroyed. Thankfully, after the facility was destroyed, Subject #04 was successfully detained with copious amounts of sleeping gas and tranquilizer darts outfitted with special electro-shock casings and placed in the Deep-Cold Solitary confinement within an hour of the incident. Luckily, that testing facility was just a branch building, and was located a good mile and a half away from the main building. Had our tests occurred within the Alpha Block, all present, from the staff to the other Subjects, would have perished. Though the test ended unfortunately, our suspicions have been confirmed. Subject #04 has, or so it appears, no upper limit on his ability to consume fire as an energy source. Similar tests to the one such as the disaster that occurred today will be, henceforth, banned, and all possible avenues of research into such testing will be liquidated.

∞ Other ∞ "Well, that's everything. Now get the [omitted] out of here. Haven't you tormented me enough?
NOTE: We apologize for the lack of other information concerning Subject #04. Half of his records were destroyed in his most recent accident, and what few remain are, literally, all that's left. Further, very little is known about the circumstances involving Subject #04's birth and upbringing during the first three years of his life. We are unable to contact Subject #04's biological parents, and Subject #04 himself either refuses to tell the attendants, or doesn't remember. All other records are either nonexistent, or have been destroyed during one of Subject #04's 17 recorded rampages and escape attempts.

NOTE: Due to the nature of Subject #04's most recent destructive revelry, all further tests have been banned for an indefinite period of time. Secondly, all further testing on Subject #04's blood have also been banned as [omitted]. The resulting casualties have generated tremendous losses for RIST, and have been deemed immoral by [omitted]. Subject #04 has been officially labelled as hostile. Therefore, the only way to make meaningful gains in the field of research on Subject #04 appears to be with Subject #04's willing cooperation. Currently, the only tests Subject #04 is allowed to undergo are psychological and health related. He is to be measured bi-monthly, and he is to conduct regular meetings with Doctor [omitted], Subject #04's Parapsychologist. Significant gains have been made in getting Subject #04 to resume non-violent behaviors, but Subject #04 is still overly-cautious of the RIST. He is not to be approached under any circumstances, unless it is by Doctor [omitted].

NOTE: Subject #04 is to remain locked in his private room, the Deep-Cold Solitary Confinement, unless being measured or working directly with his Parapsychologist. Subject #04 has shown marked distaste of everyone other than the Doctor, and will not talk politely with anyone else anymore. While protective measures have been taken to prevent incidents like the most recent one, henceforth named the Beta Block Tragedy, Subject #04, amazingly, shows no hostility to his Parapsychologist, and even shows a degree of respect for the Doctor. At all other times, Subject #04 is to remain locked in his refrigerated cell so as to reduce his overall energy output and destructive capabilities. Further, Subject #04 is to be heavily sedated before all further measurements, and is to be strictly monitored every hour of the day. Lastly, Subject #04's body is to be constrained during any and all, testing, making special care to secure Subject #04's muzzle so as to prevent possible oral pyroclastic discharge. Though Subject #04 is allowed freedom of movement in his refrigerated cell, he is to wear his muzzle at all times.

NOTE: The Experimental Date of Log No. 67 appears to have occurred exactly one week from the beginning of the RP. Further, for the month of time directly preceding the events of Log No. 67, Subject #04 has been Confined to the Deep-Cold Solitary, where he has been muzzled and chained to a pin in the center of the room located on the floor. Subject #04 would only have been seen by the other Subjects during transit from Deep-Cold Solitary to the testing areas during this period of time, he would have also been sedated and strapped to a hospital bed aparatus. Any other interactions with Subject #04 must have taken place before this time period.

So begins...

Kayden Sirrel's Story

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Character Portrait: Roman Augustine Character Portrait: Kayden Sirrel Character Portrait: Jae Jun Chambers Character Portrait: Griffin Chapel Character Portrait: Veronica River
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The psychological inflow of going into another’s dream was always the most terrifying for Roman. She could face any nightmare or situation she could be planted right smack in. Except for this. The blackness. She liked to describe it as what she imagines the void, or limbo as others call it, feels. The place you go after death where you just simply do not exist, except in this situation it’s the place you go while entering the mind link and it only happens when she fades into someone’s dream. She cannot touch or feel, taste, hear, see, or smell. All senses gone. It’s not very delightful to be left with your thoughts and nothing else. But the light of the dream always seems to bring her back to her center of being.

This dream had no light. It was still and black, yet she felt her senses come back to her. Was there anyone here? She could hear a sound. It was too intermittent, fitful even, to be her own soft breathing, yet she couldn’t make out what exactly the noise was. Even farther beyond her grasp was how far away it was. Tentatively, Roman started to walk forward, but as she proceeded the noise became softer. Turning, she walked in the opposite direction, and the soft noise grew steadily louder. After a moment, she could make out the familiar sounds of someone crying. She hadn’t heard anyone cry in so long. The closer she got to the soft sound, the better she could make out the figure that seemed to be lighting up the darkness. As soon as she reached close enough to be within a few feet of the boy, the darkness seemed to fade away into nothingness, and the scene around her changed into the familiar walls of the RIST, or Raven's Nest as she and many of the others called it. Tilting her head, she bent down to reach the little boy's level, and said in a soft tone “Hey, what’s your name?” The little boy glanced up, revealing his saddened face. He hadn’t been crying hard enough to show it. His eyes weren't the telltale red, and there were no streams running down the soft curve of his cheeks. Sitting down fully, cross-legged on the floor, Roman gave a smile that felt unusual. She hadn’t given a kind smile since she was a child herself. “My name’s Roman. What’s wrong?” She said curiously. “Nothing! I wasn’t crying or anything!" Roman chuckled, and gave him a small tap on the shoulder with her fist in a friendly manner. “Of course not, big strong kid like you could take on anything I bet. But even if you were crying, that’d be okay. When I was your age I was a big cry baby. I would sing this silly song I heard from a musical, called My Favourite Things when I was upset.” She smiled still, and continued on to sing in a small voice “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with strings, these are a few of my favorite thin-“ She stopped herself with an awkward laugh, “I don’t really do that anymore however.” She didn’t even like The Sound of Music, the musical the song was from, but her mom did, and as a seven year old that was the only thing she could really cope with. The kid gave her a look of confusion, but laughed a bit afterwards. Standing up, he wiped his eyes swiftly, smiled, and said, “Roman, come play hide and seek with me!” Roman seemed to be a little surprised, but stood back up none the less. Before she could even reply, he hollered with a deviously gleeful smirk on his face, “Close your eyes and count to ten!” The words had barely left his lips before he scampered off in the other direction, fading away into the distance. Roman was left alone again, baffled. She had never been in a young child's dream before, and it made her wonder if somewhere in the walls of the RIST those god-damned officials where harbouring a young child, which was a cruelty she would not stand for. Glancing around, she could hear the echo of the young boy's laughter coming from the left wing hallway to a place she was completely unfamiliar with. Following the sound of laughter and footsteps, Roman walked, albeit with no small amount of trepidation, down the unfamiliar and cold halls. As the corridors spiraled down into the depths of the RIST, Roman began to worry. She looked high and low for the kid, but his echoing footsteps and giggling laughter were always just ahead of her. Every time she turned a corner he was already at the next one. Roman began to worry. The feeling came again. The feeling of the lost senses that each dream began and ended with. “Hey where are you!” She called out in a hurry to catch him before the dream ended. No Reply. Even his footsteps had faded from the world, as if the boy had simply vanished. She called out once more, and then as if he had been there the whole time, the boy appeared in front of her, standing at the threshold of an extensively locked door she had never ever seen, or knew existed. Glancing down at the kid, he gave a wide toothy grin and said “Thanks for following me! No one ever comes down here anymore. My name's Kayden! I hope soon we can play again soon!” Before Roman had the chance to utter a single word of response, the dream ended.

In a sudden burst of vigour and attentiveness, Roman awoke in her bed, confined still by the physical walls of the institute. The day that passed after that dimly dreary morning was something she remembered every detail of. She hadn’t felt that fervent and enquiring since reading adventurous tales in her childhood. After feverishly nit picking through whoever’s mind she could, she came to the conclusion that it wasn’t hard to find memories, often of the bad sort, about Kayden. He wasn’t a little boy any more. Wanting to uncover more and more, she wanted until the dark night set, when The Parapsychologist left his room that acted half as an office. It would take about 5 minutes for him to inform one of the acting guards to stand at the door so keep the pests of subjects out. So that’s how long Roman had to open up his file cabinet to see if there was anything on file.Slipping through the door she scurried behind his desk, and punched in the six digit code that Roman, earlier that day, scanned through his thoughts and memories to find. As it gave a soft beep signifying that it unlocked, she yanked open the drawer that barely budged any more, and looked through the names. Flipping through names of familiar people to her, and of past subjects that have died, she came across the file labelled “Sirrell, Kayden.” Slipping the rather large file from in between the practically paper thin ones beside, she opened it and scanned through it as quickly as she could, taking it in. Photographic memories helped when doing such a thing. What she discovered gave her an unsettling quite rage throughout the entirety of her body. He had been there since he was three years old. “Bloody bastards.” She muttered quietly through her gritted teeth, the utter distraught disgust she felt in that moment was pure. Shoving the file back in place in hast, she closed the drawer, but it made a loud squeal that sent chills up her spine, and forewarning nudged into her thoughts. Not a second later, a guard stepped in, and without even questioning her reasoning’s for being in such a ‘forbidden place’, he jabbed her with the silly syringe that weakened their powers to barley any use. The shitty thing is, that when one was administered to Roman, she would also fall asleep; an odd reaction.

Many hours passed in quite slumber for Roman before she entered another person’s dream that night. It was that same black, just like before. It was the one that faded into the RIST when she approached where she was supposed to be. This time, she faced that same door that she had found out about, the door that the young boy had stood in front of the night before. Yet there was no young boy this time, instead there was an older male who now towered over the 5’4 girl. She could tell it was the same person however, despite not having the baby face any more. “You’re Kayden.” She simply stated, her British tone reverting back to the usual seriousness it displayed. It was quite the contrast from how she talked to the young boy the night before. “Roman.” He stated simply. She replied back with nothing, just glancing at him. He had quite a transformation from that young boy to now, but that came as no shock. After a minute of silence, she said, rather matter-of-factly, yet still in the common serious tone, “They think you're a monster you know.” He smirked, revealing elongated canines, sharp and white. Just as frankly, he replied, "And what do you think?" To which she replied back with, "You're not a monster.” She took a small pause. “I think they're the monsters, and that the universe is going to fuck with them harder than they have you in the long run." Kayden appeared puzzled for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed. It was a harsh, cold laughter. "The old, 'what comes around goes around,' eh? Not bad Roman. However, I think we're both a little smarter than that. We were born as gods among mortals, super humans, capable of pulling the world along on a little red string. However, in their jealousy and greed, the humans sought ways to bring us down to their level, and they found them. I burned their facilities into ashes, I vaporized entire buildings, killed countless people, and still, I'm trapped here in this hellish prison. As long as they pull the strings, you and I will never see the light of day again. In this world of ours, only power talks, and they hold all the cards." Kayden finished somewhat morosely, his eyes burning holes into the ground. Romans said nothing for a couple of beats, agreeing slightly in the silence of the moment that screamed louder than the words she could have spoken back. She broke it after feeling the mental tug. “The dream's ending,” stated Roman, glancing around the scene which seemed to slowly be draining out of color. “Hey... Could you bring me a book next time?" Kayden asked. Roman glanced back up at him, and after a couple of seconds, a small twitch of a smile crossed her and she said “Gladly,” before the dream disappeared.

A sharp intake of breath and a pounding in her head shot Roman up out of sleep. Groaning, she put her head down resting on her knees that she pulled up to her chest. “I dreamed of past dreams. That’s a new one.” She grumbled painfully through her migraine bent head. Reaching over to the single night stand beside her double twin bed, she yanked open the drawer and pulled out an opaque red bottle, a label on it reading ‘Tylenol extra strength.’ This was a daily routine. Pushing down and twisting the irritably child proof cap, she dumped out 4 of the pills in her hand, before sealing the bottle back up and putting it back in its place. Popping the pills in her mouth, she took a quick swig of the water resting on the table, and swallowed them down. Tylenol really stopped working for her after awhile which is why she took the way increased dose. She was probably going to over dose on them someday by pure accident. “Oh well,” she thought.

Despite her fuzzy thoughts still soaked in the drench of dreams, she had a hard time figuring out what made her dream what she had. It was the dreams in which she met Kayden, the boy locked up somewhere in the walls of RIST. She had been communicating with him for quite awhile, having read him multiple books and such. But only through dreams, never face to face. As far as the officials go, they still are under the impression she doesn’t know about that eighteen year old boy at all.

Shrugging it off, as she did most odd night occurrences, she slipped out of her bed and changed into clothes in which the ravens nest ever so kindly supplies to them. Despite the fact that they don’t treat them as humans necessarily, they do still get their basic human needs fulfilled. It was morning, time to start a new day that will always end the same.

Under the regular roof of this house, holds pain, torture, and death. Roman, so far, has been forced in getting blood tests, physical and metal tests which often are brutal, and trials to test her power. But everyone got those. Some of Romans favourite personal tests she’s had thus far are being forced into simulated nightmares where she has to go through mentally scaring situations around the basis of her fears, and try to overcome them. One they often liked to run her through was using the memory of her father cutting her with a beer bottle and breaking her arm, the only way to end it being to kill him. Every time they made the dream seem more real, and every time it was harder to get through it. But that is not the only thing they have put her through thus far. A favourite they do very often is electroshock therapy, voltage way above legal limit, to see if her brain waves alter drastically, if it heightens her powers, if it lowers her powers, or to see if her brain can fight off such physical pain or build immunity to it. They also bring in people, often new lab assistants or people from homeless shelters, and force her to spread the aching pain through their mind via the link. Roman, despite being a hard ass at times, does not want to put people who have done nothing through such a thing. The farthest they’ve made her go was giving someone around a 3 minute long seizure, but they keep testing her to see if she would be able to force someone into a vegetative state, and if so, force them into death; completely shutting off every part of the mind.

Tests were administered daily, but at all different points at the day. There was no fore warning; they would all just get simply called upon.

She really hated this place.

Yet, in all the darkness that surrounded this empty hearse of a home, she found ways to pass time. Walking out of her room, and giving a glance at the guard placed beside her door, she made her way down on of deaths hallway to the music room, as it was designated. The guard followed her only to take a rightful place to the right of the door. In a dark brooding voice, he said. “Keep the door open a crack so I can see you at all times.” Roman stared him down with hazel eyes, giving a dark look of abhorrence before slipping through the door, leaving it a crack open. Ever since the incident of her being in the chipper Paraphycologists room, she had been ordered to have an eye on her at all times.

Sitting with grace on the bench in front of the black piano placed center in the room, she rested her fingers on the correct key, and started playing a song the was ever so familiar to her. Her favourite song in fact. Some of her softly curled brown hair fell in front of her face, but she was to enveloped in playing the piano to care or to notice.

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Kayden had been alone. Sure, there was that irritatingly chipper Parapsychologist, the countless worker bees, and any number of guardsmen, but none of them were shackled to the floor. None of them were made to wear a muzzle or sleep in a room full of toxic air. None of them, not a single one, was capable of understanding him. Not like she did. If he had to hazard a guess, Kayden would say they were friends. At least he hoped so. "What a strange word." Kayden said out loud, somewhat shocked by the volume of his own voice within the tiny, 8x8 foot, freezer that was his life. There had never been hope before, not for Kayden. Sure, when he was younger, there was some disillusionment about being adopted or escaping, but that had left him soon enough. People were liars and cowards anyway. Kayden didn't need them. He didn't need them. He was a demon, a devil... a dragon. He was better than them. He had to be. "If not..." Kayden whispered to himself. Just what was he? "A murderer, a freak of nature, a science experiment..." Kayden whispered. But she didn't care about that. She brought him books, she kept him company. She understood him. From there, or so it seemed, hope had returned. "Bah," Kayden sighed, and turned over in his bed to rest on his side. Facing away from the door, Kayden felt his eyes close, and his breathing slow. He was falling asleep. There was no escape from this place. Not anytime soon, anyway.

Kayden dreamed that night.

He was just a boy, barely even six years old. What could he do? How could he escape such reckless hate? There was a big, scary man, wearing glasses and a white lab coat that smelled of disinfectant. The man tried to stab Kayden. He held up a long, sharp needle. Kayden didn't like needles. He threw the nurses off of him and screamed. he burned down the door. he knew he could do it. The scary man came back after they'd strapped Kayden down. He told Kayden that he was too dangerous. Kayden had to stay here until he could control his powers. If Kayden was a bad boy, he'd get dissected. When the others had all gone, and Kayden was in his room, Kayden has asked to borrow a dictionary. He didn't know what that word meant, but he assumed it was a punishment for being naughty. In a fit of horror and rage, Kayden had burned that book. He screamed and cried and howled in agony. Kayden punched a nurse who came in to calm him down. They dragged her out of his room. Kayden didn't see her get up.

There was nothing, there was no one, and no one would come for him.

Humans are all garbage.

His parents had lied to him, the people in the Raven's Nest had lied to him.

Humans are all garbage.

Kayden would suffer alone forever. No one would ever want him. He would die here, in this horrible place.

Humans are all garbage.

They should die.

All of them.

Kayden could do it.

In despair and rage, Kayden fell to his knees and wept bitterly. There were no loud sobs anymore, no wails of anguish. Kayden simply wept. What could he do against such reckless hate. How could he ever be happy again? Suddenly, there were footsteps; a slow, careful gait approached him. Kayden's head snapped to attention, eyes trained on a far away figure that came from the darkness. With those footsteps came the smell of shampoo; flowery and sweet. There was something else, some other scent that Kayden couldn't quite place, but it was familiar, and warm, and it made his heart beat painfully fast. Kayden sniffed and turned his head back to the ground. Just one more person to leave him alone again. "Just wait, she'll leave too." Kayden whispered to himself. "You'll see." Kayden closed his eyes, he hadn't seen his mother in years, and yet, here she was now, coming to torture him in his sleep. How mean.

As soon as she reached close enough to be within a few feet of the young boy, her footsteps stopped. She paused a moment, then her clothes rustled, and the smell of flowers drew closer. Shattering the silence, she spoke. “Hey, what’s your name?” Puzzled, Kayden glanced up. He was in the RIST alright, the same as usual, but something was different. This person... it wasn't her. It wasn't his mother. She was different, and Kayden had never seen her before. Her hair color was the same, but her face, with it's gentle curvature and soft warmth, was different from Kayden's mother. Her eyes weren't the same either. Kayden's mother had blue eyes, just like him, but this girl's eyes weren't blue. Instead, they were green and brown all at once. To this young boy, who had only ever seen the surgically masked faces of his attendants, and the harsh glare of light reflecting off of Plexiglas safety goggles, this girl, no, this young woman, was the most beautiful creature Kayden had ever seen.

Sitting down fully, cross-legged on the floor, the woman smiled at Kayden, who tried furiously not to blush. Her smile was gentle, and kind, it reached all the way up to her eyes, and filled Kayden's chest with a painful warmth. His heartbeat seemed to triple its pace. “My name’s Roman. What’s wrong?” She said curiously. Suddenly defensive, Kayden all but shouted his response. “Nothing! I wasn’t crying or anything!" The girl... Roman, Roman was her name, chuckled, and gave him a small tap on the shoulder with her fist in a friendly manner. Kayden felt his face heat up, and his eyes burned holes in the floor. “Of course not, big strong kid like you could take on anything I bet. But even if you were crying, that’d be okay. When I was your age I was a big cry baby. I would sing this silly song I heard from a musical, called My Favourite Things when I was upset.” She smiled, still, and, surprisingly, sang in a small voice, “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with strings, these are a few of my favorite thin-“ She stopped herself with an awkward laugh, “I don’t really do that anymore however.” She seemed puzzled over something, which only served to make Kayden more confused. He tilted his head to the side, and scratched his temple. He didn't get the song, about kettles and kittens, but the lesson was clear. It was so simple, Kayden couldn't help but laugh. It was a child's laughter, warm and sweet. He hadn't laughed like that in years. If Kayden was sad, all he had to do was do something he enjoyed, right? Standing up, he wiped his eyes swiftly, smiled, and said, “Roman, come play hide and seek with me!” Roman seemed to be a little surprised, but stood up none the less. Before she could even reply, Kayden hollered with a deviously gleeful smirk on his face, “Close your eyes and count to ten!” The words had barely left his lips before he scampered off in the other direction, fading away into the distance. Kayden poured himself through the hallways, his feet pitter-pattering barefooted against the cool tile of the RIST floors. “Hey where are you!” She yelled after him, but Kayden barely heard her. He hadn't run like this in ages. The thought that someone was actually playing with him, taking the time to do something fun with him, was too much for him to bear. If he let her catch him, he might die from embarrassment. He cheeks were burning, but his smile never faded. Playing like this was so fun. Before he knew it, Kayden found himself at the door to his room. Unconsciously, or so it seemed, he had made his way down to where he lived. Kayden stared up at the door. He had forgotten that this was only a dream. he would have to wake up soon, and Roman wouldn't be there anymore. Oh well, she was just a figment of his imagination anyway. It was fun while it lasted. Kayden turned around, and looked up at Roman, who's footsteps had finally caught up to him. He gave a wide toothy grin and spoke. “Thanks for following me! No one ever comes down here anymore. My name's Kayden! I hope soon we can play again soon!” Before Roman had the chance to utter a single word of response, the dream ended.

Kayden woke with a start. He had dreamed. He had actually dreamed. It wasn't such a strange thing at all, the existence of dreams, especially when compared to the existence of a boy as strange as Kayden. What was strange though, was that Kayden never dreamed. Usually, he was sort of glad for that though. After all, Kayden had been living here since he was a young boy. Any dreams he might have about this hellish place certainly wouldn't be any good. However, this dream had been different. It had been... almost pleasant. It was a good place to start. After all his hardships, Kayden had, at the very least, one good thing happen to him today.

He met her.

It sucked she was just a figment of his imagination though. Kayden hadn't seen another person like her in so long. Someone else who was like him. It was bittersweet. Kayden had mad a friend, but she was all in his head. "I suppose this means I'm going crazy, eh?" Kayden asked himself. He chuckled to himself as he sat up, rubbing his arms to fight off the cold of his Arctic prison. As he did so, the massive door to his chambers opened. Through it strode that familiar, smug-looking, all-too-happy-for-his-own-good Parapsychologist. "Another day on the job, eh?" Kayden asked rhetorically. He stood, placed his hands in the air, and turned his back to the good Doctor, waiting for the hypodermic dart to put him to sleep. "So," Kayden started, false cheerfulness oozing through his teeth like bile, "What's on the docket for us Subjects today? Shock therapy? Physical training? Ooh, don't tell me, are you gonna try and squish me between some pylons again? That one's my favorite." Kayden turned his head back towards the Doctor. "All in the name of science of course." He said with a wicked smirk on his face. If the doctor said anything, Kayden didn't remember. All he remembered happening next was the soft hiss of the air-powered rifle releasing its hypodermic payload into Kayden's system. As it struck him, Kayden felt the familiar buzz of the electro-sock casing shut down his nervous system. He collapsed instantly.

It was that same black, just like before. It was the one that faded into the RIST. Kayden must have been here for hours this time. He waited, patiently he waited. Kayden waited for her to come back. This time, kayden was himself. There was no young boy this time, instead there was an older male, eighteen to be precise, who now towered over the 5’4 girl. It was definitely her alright. From the way she smelled, to the way she carried herself. It was her. She was back. “You’re Kayden.” She simply stated, her British tone reverting back to the usual seriousness it displayed. It was quite the contrast from how she had talked to the young boy the night before. “Roman.” Kayden stated simply. She replied back with nothing, just glancing at him. He had quite a transformation from that young boy to now, but that came as no shock. After a minute of silence, she said, rather matter-of-factly, yet still in the common serious tone, “They think you're a monster you know.” He smirked, revealing elongated canines, sharp and white. Just as frankly, he replied, "And what do you think?" To which she retorted, "You're not a monster.” She took a small pause. “I think they're the monsters, and that the universe is going to fuck with them harder than they have you in the long run." Kayden appeared puzzled for a moment. Did she really believe that? After a moment, it was all too funny for Kayden, and he threw his head back and laughed. It was a harsh, cold laughter, not the same as when he was a child. "The old, 'what comes around goes around,' eh? Not bad Roman. However, I think we're both a little smarter than that. We were born as gods among mortals, super humans, capable of pulling the world along on a little red string. However, in their jealousy and greed, the humans sought ways to bring us down to their level, and they found them. I burned their facilities into ashes, I vaporized entire buildings, killed countless people, and still, I'm trapped here in this hellish prison. As long as they pull the strings, you and I will never see the light of day again. In this world of ours, only power talks, and they hold all the cards." Kayden finished somewhat morosely, his eyes burning holes into the ground. Roman said nothing for a couple of beats. The silence of the agonizing moment that stretched between them screamed louder than any words could have. Softly, her voice broke the silence. “The dream's ending,” Roman stated, glancing around the scene which seemed to slowly be draining out of color. Worried, for no real reason, Kayden began to sweat. Would he ever see her again? he had to. He needed to. Before he knew it, Kayden spoke. Words unbidden came from his mouth in a modicum of friendliness, “Hey... Could you bring me a book next time?" Kayden asked, he even managed a smile for her. Roman glanced back up at him, and after a couple of seconds, a small twitch of a smile crossed her face. “Gladly,” she said, before the dream disappeared.

Kayden awoke, once again, with a cold sweat. "What the hell kind of dream was that?" He asked himself. "A dream of a dream, huh?" Kayden whispered. Sure enough, now that he thought about it, this dream was a sequence of memories. Each of his days spent all alone, coupled with his nights with Roman. It was how he'd met her in the first place. Of course, to the officials in the RIST, no such interactions ever took place. However, in Kayden's personal slice of hell, those memories were his most precious possession. Like an oasis in the desert, or a bed for the weary, Kayden's memories with Roman were, probably, the only thing that kept him sane.

A loud hissing once more broke the silence of Kayden's imprisoned reverie. His door had opened. Once more, it was that same lab coat wearing, eternally cheerful, positively irritating Parapsychologist who strode through Kayden's door. Kayden sighed and rolled his eyes, irritated beyond belief. He kneaded his eyelids, rubbing the sleep from them. He was having a good time with those memories. It so figures that Doc would be the one to ruin what little happiness he had. Kayden sniffed, it was damn cold in his cell. However, something was different. Kayden's head snapped to attention, his eyes trained on the Doctor.

There was no one else with him.

The Doc was all alone. He was still armed... probably... but that meant nothing. not to Kayden. Kayden just needed six... no... three seconds, and just the right positioning... Kayden could end it all in an instant. Satisfied, Kayden jumped out of bed, his fingers twitching threateningly. Slowly, slyly, Kayden began to circle the Doctor, trying to get between him and the door. Smirking, Kayden spoke. "No guards this time, eh? Damn ballsy of ya' Doc. After all, with you dead, there'd be no one to run this show, and me and the rest of us kiddos could stroll out of here like a free men and women. After I burn this place to the ground, of course... So... Gimme one, just one's all I'm askin' for, gimme one good reason why I shouldn't rip you to fucking shreds right here, right now."

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The wailing sound of his alarm clock at four am, Griffin knew it was time for him to start his morning routine. The kids generally got to sleep in later than the Parapyscologist, but he didn't really mind. A few hours of peace and quiet usually did the young man some good. With an exsaperated groan, he pulling himself up into a sitting position. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to wake himself up enough to give him the motivation to get up. Pulling his legs over to the edge of the bed, the young man pressed his feet onto the cold, wooden flooring of his room. Griffin pushed himself up to stand, his lips in a prominant scowl. For such a happy person, he wasn't much of a morning person. Because of his job, he was supposed to stay at the facility as much as possible, meaning he got a room at the Raven Institute.

He hadn't been at the Institute long, at most, two years. Working non-stop made time stop it's continuous pace, and would either stretch on slowly or zip by him. As he gathered his belongings to take his early morning shower, his mind seemed to wander about the place. For being a just then college graduate, the offer for the job was a once in a lifetime chance and something he couldn't refuse. They used all the cliche lines for when they offered him the job. "You'll be saving people with your studies, Griffin. You'll be the worlds most well-known parapyscologist. Imagine the fame." Of course, at the time, saving people, with fame and fourtune, sounded like the best bet he could get. But he still didn't understand why the had taken the time to ask him when someone far more advanced in the field could do it. Griffin pulled himself from his thoughts long enough to get into the shower and be awakened by scolding water and sofacating steam.


After the doctor had cooled off and downed his fifth probable cup of coffee did he decide to go and see Subject No. 4, or Kayden, as he liked to be known as. He wanted to go alone, as there was something he wanted to discuss with the male. It took him several minutes arguing with guards that he would be fine without their help.

"Sir, that's not a good idea, he is the most dangerous subject in physical strength afterall." One of the guards spoke, glancing down the hall towards where the subject was contained.

Griffin smirked, holding out one of the needles that could effectively subdue the boy,"I can handle it, if he tries anything then there's this. But what I need to speak with him is none of your concern. I doubt any of you want to lose your jobs for disobeying orders, so go have a coffee or something." He waved them off, his mind too distracted to really care of what the guards did, although they listened to him at the threat of them losing their jobs, and that never ended well. He slipped the needle into his lab coat's pocket, his movements heading straight towards Subject No. 4's containment room.

As the young man got there, he looked around before applying the pin-code that could effectivly open the door. He didn't bother with his usual cheerful smile, instead he simply strode into the room, watching as Kayden seemed to react in a rather aggressive way.

"No guards this time, eh? Damn ballsy of ya' Doc. After all, with you dead, there'd be no one to run this show, and me and the rest of us kiddos could stroll out of here like a free men and women. After I burn this place to the ground, of course... So... Gimme one, just one's all I'm askin' for, gimme one good reason why I shouldn't rip you to fucking shreds right here, right now."

Griffin noticed how he was trying to circle him and get out of the door, and upon shifting his footing he effectively blocked the door, an eyebrow raising as he looked at the boy, "Ballsy, okay," He nodded, finding a bit of mirth in what the boy had said. While Griffin knew he was true to his word, he wasn't intimidated by him, "It isn't nice to threaten death on someone so early in the morning, yanno. Anywho, I'm here to give you three options." As he spoke he held up three fingers. "Want to hear them out before tearing me to shreds?" A slight chuckle left his lips as he spoke, his eyes narrowing just the slightest.

When he realized he was out of immediate harms way, he spoke up once more. "Since you're such a danger to us, you can either A. Remain in your lonely freezer of a room until you die of natural causes, doesn't sound to fun or B. Be humanely euthinized, you've asked for death quite a few times. Oh and the third one is my favorite!" He grinned like a kid as he got onto the last one, realizing that Kayden probably wanted to choke him out at the moment. "You get free run of RIST,by willingly submitting to tests and not endangering the employees or other RIST...Participants. We can work the details on this one, so your pick." Griffin watched Kayden with a hard stare, his expression serious so the boy didn't think he was playing some cruel game. Everything he said was in truth, and while the boy was threatening him with death, he just offered him something worth his wild. Maybe he would get a chance to make some friends.

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Kayden was shocked.

He was, in fact, so completely thrown by the doctor's offer, he needed to think over the situation once again. Just to make sure he'd gotten it right. As he pondered, Kayden scratched the raw spot underneath his muzzle, where the ceramics hadn't been properly shaved to prevent rubbing.

The Doc had come strolling in to Kayden's cell, but Kayden hadn't given the man much thought. It was just him after all. Even in his thoughts, Kayden sounded out the man's name with nothing but contempt. Griffin, Kayden's Parapsychologist, was a cocky, self-righteous, and irritatingly chipper man, to be sure, however, the Doc had never appeared to be suicidal to Kayden. Hence his surprise at the Doc's arrival, with took place solo. There was no one else with him. Did he earnestly wish to end his life today?

The usual banter took place, and as it happened, Kayden began circling, like a predator, stalking its prey. Kayden thought not of escape, like any reasonable prisoner might. Instead, Kayden's eyes were trained on the Doctor, as if to grind him into dust with nothing but his gaze. The Doc, however, wasn't a stupid man. He did have that much going for him, though Kayden was loathe to admit it. Every time Kayden took a step in order to maneuver himself between the Doc and the door, the Doc only seemed to mirror his movements, effectively leaving himself a path for retreat. "Damn..." Kayden thought angrily, snarling just a little when he'd finally given up on that particular maneuver. "What a pain in the ass... Now I'll have to sit through some boring spiel."

The Doc was talking, but Kayden wasn't listening. He crossed his arms, diverted his gaze to some other corner of the room, and tried to tell the Doc, simultaneously as silently and loudly as possible, that it was completely impossible for Kayden to give any less of a fuck, at all, than he was currently giving. Still, the Doc droned on. "It isn't nice to threaten..." After hearing the first part, Kayden tried his very hardest, barely succeeding, not to flip the, "good," Doctor a very healthy bird. As Kayden liked to remind Griffin as often as possible, Kayden had been here since he was three. During those many, long years, Kayden had been subjected to every imaginable torture and test. Anything about respecting the faculty and staff in this cesspool of a facility went in one ear and exited the other just as swiftly. However, as he spoke, the Doc held up three fingers, which gave Kayden just enough interest in the subject matter to tune in to the last part. "... Give you three options. Want to hear them out before tearing me to shreds?" A slight chuckle left his lips as he spoke, his eyes narrowing just the slightest. Kayden responded in kind, growling and narrowing his eyes. "Real rich, coming from you. As if I had a choice anyway." Kayden thought, suppressing a chuckle. "Go on then. Let's hear it." Kayden said, finishing his train of thought out loud, so the Doc would know to go on.

When he realized he was out of immediate danger, the Doc spoke up once more. "Since you're such a danger to us, you can either A. Remain in your lonely freezer of a room until you die of natural causes, doesn't sound too fun." Kayden only snorted. "Wasn't that the understatement of the century?" The Doc continued. "B. Be humanely euthinized, you've asked for death quite a few times." At that, Kayden bristled. Just because he thought dying would be better than living like a prisoner for the rest of his days didn't mean he was planning on doing either. Kayden was, in fact, so irritated by the statement, he almost didn't pay enough attention to the Doc to catch what the last option was. "You get free run of RIST, by willingly submitting to tests and not endangering the employees or other RIST... Participants. We can work the details on this one, so your pick." Kayden's mouth fell slightly agape, as much as it could while constrained by the muzzle, and his heart stopped beating for a moment.

Griffin watched Kayden with a hard stare, his expression deadly serious. The Doc liked to joke inappropriately in just about any situation, but now, in this moment, there wasn't even a smile on his face. Even with Kayden's pyrokinesis as diminished as it was in this hellish freezer of a cell, Kayden's physical senses were as strong as ever. His ears picked up no irregularities in the Doc's vocal inflections or heartbeat. He couldn't smell a single drop of misplaced sweat on him either. The Doc was either under the strong impression that this was the truth, or, just maybe, it really was. Kayden's mouth snapped shut, concealing his grinding molars. His brow knit together, belying the mental processes taking place within Kayden's mind. Underneath crossed arms, Kayden's fists clenched tightly and his heartbeat quickened, ever so slightly. "This... this is the real deal, isn't it?" Kayden thought to himself. "If I do this, I can meet Roman... She... She won't just be in my dreams, she'll be right in front of me..."

Adopting a more relaxed posture, Kayden took a few steps back from the Doc. Slowly, with a measured gait, Kayden took three steps back, not out of fear, but rather, to appease the silent arbiters of this little deal. Kayden's eyes flitted up to the corners of his room, wherein little surveillance cameras faithfully recorded his every move. Surely, even now, a team of behavioral scientists and other RIST Officials were watching this transaction take place. Kayden would have to speak very carefully. He would have to make his intentions as clear as possible, without showing even a hint of the possibility of dishonesty. Kayden took a deep breath, returned his gaze to the Doc, and spoke. "Lemme get this straight. I stop punching your little worker drones, or any other buzzard who wears one of them little RIST badges, I try my best during those deranged tests you make us perform, and I allow you to take samples of my biology without a fuss, and you'll let me out of this freezer? As long as it's on the RIST grounds I can go wherever I like, do whatever I like? I'll get to take off this damn thing?" Kayden asked, pointing to the ceramic mask that covered the lower half of his face. From behind his muzzle, the question rang out eerily in the small room. As Kayden spoke, he made sure to stare directly into the Doc's eyes, trying to gauge the truthfulness of the Doc's response to his question.

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Bare feet padded across wooden floors and Kayden shivered with excitement.

As he walked, Kayden absentmindedly rubbed the raw spot under his jaw on the left side. The muzzle was made of a special heat-resistant ceramic, it had to be to deal with Kayden's extreme pyroclastic discharges, although it's purpose was to prevent such things, not withstand them. Either way, the muzzle had to be made from an exceptionally strong material, or else Kayden would have simply ripped it off, or melted it off of his face. Regardless, when they'd made the damn thing, they'd forgotten to thoroughly sand the edges, resulting in rough irregularities that chafed Kayden's normally smooth skin. Kayden winced as a twinge of pain coursed through his jaw and made his brain go temporarily numb. What was that Doctor up to?

There was a tenuous silence in the air.

As Kayden had asked his question, the good Doc Griffin, had closed his eyes. Judging from the measured breaths he was taking, and the slow, steady beat of his heart, Kayden could tell that the Doc was really thinking about his response. At least, that's what Kayden's ears were telling him. The longer the silence became, the more Kayden became... impatient. Finally, after what seemed to be hours, Kayden could take it no longer. "Well!? Are you gonna let me go or not!" Kayden shouted. Taking your time to think was all well and good, but in a situation like this, with Kayden's freedom on the line, the boy's patience was already stretched far too thin. At that, and seemingly in response, the Doc's head slumped to the side, and a huge fake snore rumbled in the small freezer. Kayden sighed, a calming hand rising slowly to knit his furiously twitching brow. Kayden knew better than to expect seriousness, in any situation in which the Doc was involved.


Incredulously, Kayden's eyes stretched wide, and his gaze came up to rest upon the smiling doctor. "You're seriously letting me go?" Kayden stammered. The Doc raised a hand, showing three fingers-- clauses --Kayden's raised hopes fell slightly. "Before you leave, however, I'll have you sign a contract that states the following," The Doc said matter-of-factually, as he produced a folded sheet of paper, with his other hand, from one of his lab-coat's many pockets. Slowly, the Doc walked over to the table at Kayden's bedside. As he did so, the Doc unfolded the paper and spoke. "1) You will submit, willingly and earnestly, to our testing and give real effort during the tests that require your participation. In short, try your best. If you do well, I'll have an easier time getting the guards here to leave you alone, so we won't, for example, need to have someone following you around when you go to take a piss. It's really in your best interests to try hard here. The better you do, the more personal freedom I can promise you. 2) You will promise not to harm any more employees, staff, or other residents of the RIST. Should any danger come to these individuals, you will even be held to the standard of protecting these individuals from harm, albeit to the best of your abilities. Obviously, we don't want you dying on us, but we don't want you standing idly by while the place burns to the ground. Mostly, just use your common sense. 3) You are to remain on the grounds of the RIST. Once again, obviously, we can't have you running away on us. Despite your best intentions, you are, Kayden, a dangerous individual. Ten of you would, probably, be enough to single-handedly burn any city on this earth to the ground, overnight. As much as I would like for you to be able to live off-site, that is no longer an option, not with your most recent incident on the record." As he finished speaking, and having made his way over to the small table, placed the paper, and a pen, there, as if it were no big deal.

Kayden sighed, as expected, his hopes were stymied. Escape, without blatantly breaking his promise, was impossible. However, a niggling thought played at the back of his mind. Even with those conditions, Roman was still here, same as him. Meeting her, who was probably the sole reason that Kayden had managed to stay sane, was slowing becoming more and more realistic. Even if kayden couldn't leave, she'd be here too. "That's all well 'n' good, but what's to stop me from smilin' real nice right now and killin' each and every one of ya when yer backs are turned?" Kayden asked snidely, a smirk on his face. The Doc, however, seemed to have already thought of this, and snapped back just as quickly. "The national government has been notified of your existence, and has access to all of our files on you. Any breaking of the stipulations of this contract will, most likely, result in your permanent imprisonment, if not an outright death sentence. If you thought it was hell in here, just you try it. Them government types are even meaner than us." The Doc said, challenging Kayden with an equally confident smirk.

Kayden only scowled, growling under his breath. Nervous, and just the littlest bit nauseous, Kayden began to pace, his eyes burning holes in the floor and his mind furiously running in circles. Obviously, with his record they couldn't just let him go, and yet, here they were; finally willing to let him out of the freezer. Thinking about it was agony. Live a life of false smiles and unjust imprisonment, or kill them all and be put to death. As if to make it even worse for Kayden, the Doc chimed in, "Provided you behave, I can even provide you with just about anything you could ask for. Food, clothes, or even entertainment, to a reasonable extent, of course. We aren't made of money here." Kayden hated that man. He was so infuriating. Just when kayden thought he had them all beat, there he was. That eternally smiling doctor, whose sole purpose, it seemed, was to make Kayden's life hell. Yet, even now, he smiled, as if... as if he actually cared about Kayden. The thought made Kayden stop in his tracks and slowly, his gaze lifted up to rest on the Doc, who was still smiling. Scowling, Kayden walked over to the table, picked up the pen, and deftly signed his life away. kayden stormed off towards the still open exit, but just as he was turning his back to leave, a small jingling noise caught Kayden's attention. Whipping back around to face the doc, Kayden's breath caught in his chest. In his left hand, the doc held a small silver key. Even just looking at it, Kayden could tell.

It was for his muzzle.

True to his word, the Doc had let him go. He even got to take off the muzzle they'd put on him. "Feh... as if I were some kind of beast." Kayden griped softly to himself. "I'll show you beastly..." Kayden trailed off halfway through his statement, stopping dead in his tracks. He'd already forgotten. Sure he was free, but, if anything, Kayden was, arguably, more chained up now than he had ever been before. This was made all the more vexing due to the nature of his bindings. As strong as he was, even Kayden couldn't break chains placed on him by responsibility and obligation. "That's right..." Kayden said to himself, he trailed off as he neared the end of his statement, his mind racing. Kayden absentmindedly padded in the direction that Griffin had sent him. Apparently he'd been given a room of his own, Kayden figured it would be a good idea to wash up before meeting Roman in person, after all, it wasn't everyday you met the girl of your dreams. Kayden chuckled to himself. "That joke sucked..."

As he reached his room, Kayden sighed. It was threadbare. Sure there was an attached bathroom, but the bedroom itself was depressingly empty. Just a bed, a dresser, a nightstand table with a lamp on it, and a single chair. They'd even given Kayden a room with a window. "Bastards..." Kayden growled under his breath. Sure being out of the freezer for a change was nice, but having a window, one without bars on it, which he could easily smash to leave this damn place, was just too much. Sighing, Kayden checked his dresser. Sure enough, extra clothes had been put into the drawers. Everything from underwear, to sweaters, to pressed and folded collared shirts was there. Kayden sighed. This was normal life, eh? Too bad his job sucked. Kayden chuckled again. "Much better."

Slowly, as he was somewhat out of practice, Kayden showered in the bathroom attached to his new room. The hot water, some 90, almost 100, degrees felt good on his skin. It was a welcome change from the constant embrace of the frigid air within his old -10 degree home. Kayden stood stock still for a short moment, dropping the bottle of soap in his hands.

He'd called it his home.

Kayden scowled as he picked up the soap. As much as he hated to admit it, he didn't have any other place to go. For now, this place was his home.

When he'd finished cleaning up, Kayden dried himself off and checked the cabinet in his bathroom. Sure enough, it had been supplied with deodorant, a toothbrush, mild medications for pain, allergies, and cold symptoms, like coughing or runny nose. There was even mouthwash and floss. Kayden brushed his teeth. He was sure, with his previously muzzled situation, that his mouth was in need of some serious hygiene assistance. When he was finally finished with his teeth, Kayden applied his deodorant and got dressed. It was weird wearing regular clothes. For the longest time, Kayden had worn nothing but, what was essentially, a hospital gown provided by the institute. As a dangerous Abnormal, he didn't need clothes. He basically spent most of his days poisoned and anesthetized anyway. Kayden chose faded, light blue jeans, black PF Flyers, ankle socks, and a plain white t-shirt with a black hoodie. Obviously he needed to chat with someone about the kind of clothes he liked to wear. However, that could wait. When Kayden had walked up to his room, he'd caught a whiff of a familiar scent. It was a flowery and warm scent. Kayden recognized it from his dreams. It was Roman's shampoo.

Following his nose, Kayden wound his way through the halls of the RIST. As his nose led the way, Kayden's ears couldn't help but pick up the sound of music. Someone was playing a piano, and rather well at that. Kayden couldn't tell what the song was, he'd never heard music like that before, but he could tell it was something beautiful. Kayden stopped for a moment, his heart twinging painfully. His right hand reached up to his chest, grasping the material of his sweater, as if to calm the wild beating of his heart. "Roman..." Kayden said softly. Kayden tripled his pace, nearly flying down the hallways, until he came upon a closed door with a guard posted outside. Upon seeing Kayden, and somewhat unfortunately, the man did as he was trained. With no small amount of fear, the guard's hand whipped up to his belt, and, holding the device to his mouth, shouted into the walkie-talkie he usually carried on his hip for situation such as these. "I have a code double red! Repeat, double red! Subject #04 has escaped from his containment, repeat, Subject #04 has escaped from containment!" Sighing, Kayden put his hands in the air. "Bet ya one hundred dollars that you stop shoutin' and just leave me be." There was no response from the device. Still, Kayden took a step back and kept his hands raised high. The guard only smirked, beads of sweat forming on his face.

The guard's mind was racing. He was new on the job, started up just a few weeks ago actually, but even he knew enough about Subject #04 to know that he was in some seriously deep shit. Subject #04 was, essentially, a dragon. A fierce predator of a creature that would kill a man as soon as look at him. Usually Subject #04 was placed in a freezer down in the depths of the Institute. Half a mile of concrete and steel kept that beast locked away, yet here he was, plain as day. There was still no response from the walkie. This was strange. The guard seemed to think, cocking his head to the side. Subject #04 was acting... compliant. There had to be something wrong. Was... was Subject #04 afraid of him? Perhaps... perhaps he could apprehend him! The man could get that raise he'd been after! Taking Kayden's unusual lack of resistance as a sign of cooperation, he advanced on Kayden, and reached for the ceramic cuffs on his belt that all the guards had on hand specifically for occasions like these. As the guard closed the distance between them, Kayden took a step back and shot the man a warning glance. "Yer dreamin'." Kayden said simply, snarling at the man. Kayden's hands came down, he stood fully, proudly, and poured all of his hatred out at that guardsman with nothing but his eyes. A smarter man would have balked, knowing he was in the presence of a mighty predator. This foolish man, however, didn't. "Jus' 'cause I can't kill ya, don't mean I gotta play too nice either..." Kayden said coldly. Resolutely not listening to Kayden, the guardsman strode forward confidently and placed his hand on Kayden's shoulder, in a misguided attempt to shove Kayden into the wall, as if to detain him. Within the time span of, roughly, 1.53 seconds, Kayden reversed their positions and was holding the guardsman's wrist behind his back, with the poor man pressed against the wall. Kayden dusted off his shoulder where the man had touched him. "I told ya, didn't I?" Kayden said coldly.

As if he were throwing a ball, Kayden's hand swiped to the left, throwing the full-grown man into a nearby chair. "Sit." kayden commanded. Weakly, the guardsman got up, dusted himself off, and sat down. With that, Kayden smirked, and turned towards the room where he smelled Roman. As Kayden began to walk towards his destination, he heard a rustling, and turned back around. The fool had stood back up, "Wa-Wait..." he said weakly, as if to tell Kayden that he had to do as he was told. Kayden's ire to skyrocketed. He'd only been out for two seconds, and here this man was, trying to put him back in his cage. "Yeh can't possibly be serious? Can ya?" Kayden asked furiously, nearly growling with anger. In that instant, all his anger at that man poured out of him, roiling off his body like waves of heat. The man's face blanched as Kayden approached him. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a jumbling, mumbled, stuttering nonsense. Kayden was just about to smash his face in, when-

"Operative TK421, until further notice Subject #04 will be given free run of the Institute. As long as Subject #04 is not harming any staff or residents, he is to be left unmolested."

"That's that then." Kayden said, stepping back from the guardsman and lowering his fist, which was steaming, just like the rest of him. Kayden's body temperature had risen significantly, due to his anger, and all the leftover moisture on his body from the shower had evaporated. Kayden smirked. That damn doc had actually meant it. To Kayden's chagrin, the walkie continued. "Be warned, Subject #04 has a wicked temper, and is prone to fits of anger." Here Kayden couldn't help but scowl. It was their fault after all, who do they think made him like this? "Do not, under any circumstances, make him angry. He could kill you as easily as you might squash an ant." Kayden actually chuckled. That was just about right on. Still the walkie continued. "In such an instance you won't receive back up, as our first priority will be to evacuate the RIST before the military moves in."

Whatever mirth Kayden had vanished. "He wasn't kidding... Damn..." By this time, the guardsman appeared to be lost for words, and in all other ways incapacitated. His eyes had rolled back into his head, and there was froth at the corners of his mouth. "Tch... Fainted on me." The staticky voice on the other end of the walki-talkie spoke up again, drawing Kayden's attention to it. "Operative TK421, what's your status? Operative TK421? TK421?" Kayden couldn't have them raising the alarm, not when he'd just gotten out. Kayden sighed, his fingers coming up to knit his brow. Suddenly, an idea struck him. Calmly, and with a smirk on his face, Kayden walked over to the unconscious guardsman and reached down, picking up the walkie-talkie. Pressing the button labeled, "speak," Kayden did as it instructed. "Everything's just fine over here. Just a minor weapons malfunction." "Affirmative, don't let it happen again TK421." Kayden smirked again. "Yessir." Turning his attention back to the guardsman, Kayden slipped his hand inside the man's pocket, finding his wallet. He pulled out some money and slipped it into his pocket. Having taken the agreed upon amount, Kayden returned the man's wallet. "We're square." Kayden smirked.

With that, Kayden finally strode into the music room, which, to his surprise, had more people in it than just Roman. He stopped in the doorway. Not saying anything, Kayden's eyes trailed across the room. There was another girl, her hair was blue. Kayden's senses devoured her existence. It had been so long since he'd seen anyone, in the flesh. Her smell, her appearance, Kayden relished each of them. His eyes found hers, locking for a moment. As interesting as she was, she wasn't the one he'd come here to see. As Kayden turned, looking for Roman, he stopped. There was another presence in the room. Kayden could smell it, even hear the way... its clothes rustled. Kayden's eyes swept over the room, trying to locate the source of the smell, when what should he find but a little, metal bracelet. It was floating. "Ahh... yer invisible..." Kayden said, directing his words at the shiny band. "Nifty. Either of you seen..." Kayden trailed off. His eyes found what he'd been searching for. Her hair, her face, her clothes, even her smell, all of it was just how she'd been in his dreams. Kayden's eyes locked with hers for what seemed to be an eternity.

"Hullo Roman." Kayden said simply, a rare real smile on his face.