Carlisle Valois's Story

'I know you're here Carlisle.'

The scientist tapped on the bars, her half moon spectacles resting upon the bridge of her pointed nose. But Carlisle was nowhere to be seen.

'Hurry up Carlisle, let's get this over and done with before the both of us get in trouble.'

Still, the cell remained seemingly empty, not a trace of life evident.

'Oh come on, just take your stupid medicine. If you don't become visible again soon I'll just let one of the other scientists give you your shots.'

Out of seemingly thin air, a young man appeared, dark blue eyes perpetually set in melancholy. Slowly, he made his way to the bars, his pale countenance a perfect picture of lachrymosity. He extended his arm into the grasp of the scientist, her soft hands tenderly holding his.

'This'll only hurt for a second-' To be honest, she didn't even really know why she said that anymore; the pain, he was used to it. Swiping the flaxen hair from her eyes, her own irises met his for the briefest of moments. His orbs bored into her soul, tearing apart her paper heart. Swallowing her pain, she jabbed the needle into his arm, injecting the syringeful of misery. Delicately, she relinquished her grip on his arm, as if she worried that he would break should she not be tender enough.

'I've got to go now, I'll be back soon. Here's a book I sneaked in here for you, it's Sonnets from the Portuguese by Browning,' she said, a bittersweet smile gracing her features, 'See you tonight Carlisle.' With that, the young blonde walked off, hugging her clipboard to her chest, head bowed.

Carlisle walked back to the centre of his cell, and, ignoring the miserable cries of the experiments around him, began to read.

Angel sat motionless in her cage, legs crossed, eyes closed. Sometimes she did this just so she could listen to the thoughts whizzing about people. It was like listening to someone talk, except they didn't know you were listening. She turned to the girl that looked like a cat. She thought Simon was handsome. The thought made her smile as Simon was thinking about her ears and tail, plus cats in general. Simon. His name is Simon, Angel thought to cat girl. Angel's eyes twitched open to look at Carlisle and the blonde. The blonde reminded Angel of John, nice, actually caring for their test subjects. She's nice. she simply thought to him. Then she listened to Carlisle read the book she had given him, but stopped as she didn't understand much of it, being eight and all. She carefully closed her eyes again, this time to sleep. A nearby thought stopped her though.

Those damn big wigs. Today! They are coming today! I need to do the surgery before they come...maybe they will be impressed, find them useful. If they aren't, they will be killed, as we know how to duplicate the mutation. They shouldn't kill angel...only eight. They have to though, for science. Angel crawled to the door of her cage, looking at John with ernest eyes, the ones thoughts she was reading. "Hey sweetie...we have to do the surgery today." He said, unlocking her cage. She hopped out and obediently followed, knowing struggling was useless. "I know what's going on," Angel says, smiling up at him. He nodded and led her too the experiment room, and onto an experiment table. Quickly he strapped her down and prepared a needle. "It will be over before you know it," he said, injecting it into her arm. Her eyes drooped closed and she nodded off into unconsciousness.

'You'll be okay.'

Carlisle himself wasn't quite sure why he said it. She had been curled upon the floor, racked by pains; groaning. It had awoken something within him, an intrinsic brotherly sense, and so he had walked over to the bars of his cell. Reaching his hand through the cold steel bars he stroked her russet locks. She was much too young for this place, her adolescent eyes had seen more pain and suffering than others tenfold.

'The pain will go away, just like it did last time. You'll be okay.'

There was no need for him to say it out aloud, she could hear his thoughts perfectly. But his voice was reassuring, not only to her, to but to himself as well. Carlisle was trying to convince himself as much as he was Angel.

'When Ms Taylor comes back tonight, everything will be better. She'll take care of you too, if she doesn't, I'll refuse to take my medicine.'

Once again, he stared endearingly at the child. Recalling a once soothing melody, Carlisle began to sing;

'Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound'

Angel rocked on her heels moaning, eyes shut. It was only until she felt someone touch her hair that she realized Carlisle was talking to her...singing actually. Her green eyes looked up curiously, which was met with another bout of nausea. She squeezed her eyes shut, just listening to Carlisle, which was actually helping, a lot. She tried to get her headache under control, by droning out everyone's thought, which helped considerably. Angel recalled what John's intentions were to do in the surgery. Maybe her head hurt so much because she was listening to every bodies thoughts....but how would that explain what happened to the scientist who let her out of the cage? Angel shook her thoughts off and concentrated again. Soon her headache was gone, but she still felt like crap. By now the guards had hurried over and were scooping her up in their arms to take her to yet another cage.

She didn't like it here. John was nice, Carlisle was nice. Simon was nice. All the mutants were nice. But everything else was bad. She didn't want to be apart of it. At that moment, John and the blonde rushed in. John hurriedly injected me with something, which made me relax a lot, enveloping the nausea. The world drifted away, but before it did, I quickly thought to Carlisle. Thank you

She would be fine, for now. But they would keep testing her, testing her everyday, cutting her, jabbing her, drugging her until eventually, she would reach her breaking point. Carlisle felt immensely unworthy of her thanks, he could do nothing to save her, only sit in his cage and watch her slowly waste away, then in turn waste away himself. The scientists would come into his cell, and carelessly remove his lifeless corpse, preparing the cell for its next unfortunate occupant. A cycle of perpetual misery and pain, of pain and misery.

Ms Taylor stood by his cell, eyes fixed on Angel and John, worry evident. She wore no lab coat, and no spectacles rested upon her nose. Dressed like this, the blonde actually looked like the 19 year old student she was. Carlisle walked up to bars of his cell, his cobalt eyes stood deathly still, belying no sense of pain, no sense of pleasure, no sense of emotion. He stood right behind her, his breath lingering upon her exposed neck.

'Why do you do this to us?' He whispered, disappearing into thin air.

Simon looked over as Carlisle helped Angel. it was a little out of character but Simon just chalked it up for one of those different faces people tend to show a select few. He looked over at Carlisle as he stood right behind the woman known as Ms Taylor. Simon was curious what he was going to do. When he saw him say something to her and disappear he was very interested in her reaction. She seemed flustered.

Simon filed this little drama for future use. Carlisle was quite intelligent and would be useful in an escape. If one ever took place. Everyone was quite wary of the mutants. Simon didn't think the guards would give him a chance to get out. The only one that seemed to hold the key to any successful escape would be the underestimated Angel. Simon's gaze looked tired but his mind was active going through the known blueprints and went over the routines of all the staff he had been exposed to.

Simon's eyes rested back on the cat girl once more.

"I really thought they were more worried about her. I wonder what all that was about?"he said softly. He would have ask her when she felt better. "I don't want be rude, but could tell me what abilities you have?"

Everything was a haze. The anesthesia was a little too strong for an eight year old. Angel kept having the urge to look up at the lights, then reach out and touch them. "JOHN ISN'T WIMPY PUSHOVER!" she screamed to a scientist who passed by, clearly thinking about John. Angel's angered state soon turned back to fuzzes, flurries of motion lost in the drug that relaxed her. Her dopey smile and glazed over eyes made her look like a drug addict. She giggled a little, and then burst out laughing, not really knowing why.

But as time faded, she became grumpier. And angrier, and still a little sick. She was coiled up and ready to pounce. The dinky cage was setting her on edge, and all the cruel torturous thoughts of the scientists were driving her mad. If she didn't get out in the next fifteen minutes, she would make someone kill themselves. Literally. By using her mind. In fact, just as a scientist passed by, she gritted her teeth and entered his mind. Let the mutants out of their cages. The man stopped in his tracks, shook his head, then kept walking.

They need some fresh air. Some are claustrophobic. The little one is sick. Let them out. Now. Angel urged. The man froze and slowly turned around with a puzzled look on his face. He made slow and long footsteps back towards the cage. Then he just stopped, looking really confused. Let them out! They shouldn't be in cages! Do it! She thought, forcefully.

The man walked over to the nearest cage, Aileen, and opened it. Then he went to Simon's and opened his. Then he went to Tara's and then Carlisle's, opening theirs and all other mutant's cages. Lastly, he opened hers. "Thank you," she said with a creepy little girl smile. The man's eyes widened and she punched him in the face. She was surprisingly strong for a little girl. he collapsed to the ground, but her hand hurt now. "Let's go," she said.

"My power is, kind of mental," he smirked at his own joke. He should stop doing that. He had read a book where it said girls didn't like that. He seemed to have already offended her calling her beautiful. Perhaps a different word was more to her liking. His eyes drifted to her ears and tail and back to her eyes.

"In short you could say that I have a special memory. It comes in too parts. The first is Eidetic Memory which allows me to recall everything I have ever experienced. Perfect recall for all my senses. You could pick any day that I was alive and i could tell you exactly where I was, what I was doing, thinking, etc..." He noticed she seemed to be calmer now so he decided to continue.

"The second is called Adoptive Muscle Memory. Which means -" Simon stopped as he heard the opening of Aileen's door. When the doctor proceeded to open his he stepped out and followed him. He looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. There were no sounds of alert but he knew that a new guard shift would be changing any minute. He watched Angel knock him him.

He turned to Aileen and smirked.
"We get out of here."
J
'Angel!' he sent mentally. 'You gotta move fast. Another guard will be showing up down the southern corridor in one minute and another from the west thirty seconds after that.'

Sean headed in one direction taking looking at each of the mutants as he passed them.

(OOC: EDIT GO!)

Angel nodded to Simon. They did need to get out of here right away, but she really hadn't of what to do once they got out of the cage. "Simon, where is the closest exit?" She asked, looking around. Tara wasn't moving. She frowned slightly. Simon, can you start leading people int the right direction? I'll catch up...Tara is being stubborn. She thought to Simon, urging him forward, watching him leave with the rest of the mutants. Then it was just her and Tara in the room, and she needed to act fast. She turned back to Tara, trying to make sense of her thoughts. "Tara, I know you aren't used to being anyplace else. And this is your life. But people hurt you here. You will be sold as a weapon. This isn't home. We are home. Us mutants. We are your family. Come with us. You'll make a new home." She pleaded. That whole speech was pretty convincing...sort of. She gave Tara a smile, her eyes sparkling.

Angel slid closer to Tara's cage, and pulled on her arm. Come on, Tara. I'm not leaving with out you. She thought to her, hoping maybe the mind messaging would work better. But it was too late, the guard Simon had mentioned had made his way in here, and he looked at them in alarm. Before Angel could react, he pressed a button on the wall, sending the whole building into a red flashing light frenzy, alarms blaring. "We need to get out of here!" Angel yelled to Tara.

Simon stepped out and pointed to the eastern corridor. His face was calm and serene as was his voice. He felt tired and just couldn't muster up a loud voice.

"The closest exit is this way, but I only have heard of it. Some staff mentioned coming in late during one of my sessions. They came from the eastern side of the building. Besides that it is all up in the air. My session was only two lefts and a right away. After that we might have to split up."

Simon wasn't a leader and really didn't want risk lives when he was not sure but he had deal with it now regardless.
"Carlisle I'll need you on point to scout ahead. Aileen if you could use your senses to keep an ear open for people coming from closed doors or from other hallways that would be a big help."

He resisted the urge to pet her fur and let a big sigh.

"Does anyone else have some sort of abilities involving perception? Something that could help find the exit faster?" Information is what was needed to get them out of there.

"Angel we need you to keep us informed about each other. You are going to have to relay information from Carlisle to us so that we know what he sees. Simon looked around around for Carlisle. "Uhm, did he actually get out of his cell yet?" he asked with confused tone.

Áine followed the rest of the mutants, unnoticed and unwanted. She had never seen herself to be one to disappear into the background, but she presumed that she was just being quiet as she was unused to this environment - freedom. She could almost taste it on her tongue.

She had a plan. None of the other mutants seemed to want her around, and she couldn't blame them. She was the chattering, annoying girl who's mutation didn't benefit anyone but herself. She wouldn't like her, either. They seemed to be ignoring her, or maybe they really just hadn't noticed her. Either way, it would work in her favor. She would follow them out, going unnoticed, and maybe even go with them to wherever they were planning to go after they got out. If they didn't want her then, she would be out of the lab, and would find her own way.

Well, that was hoping that they didn't try to ditch her before they found the exit. Then she would have to find it herself, which would be pretty impossible. If that did happen, she would be the only mutant left behind, which would be bad in itself, with no one for company, but she would also be the only mutant able to test on, so she wasn't going to last very long.

Yup, just stick to the crowd, blend in...
"Does anyone else have some sort of abilities involving perception? Something that could help find the exit faster?" It was the boy with white hair. He sounded strangely calm, for someone who could be shot down in a few seconds.

If anything, the question just confirmed something for Áine - she was completely worthless in the eyes of the mutants. Even her power was selfish. How was she supposed to use 'unable to die very easily' to others advantage? It was pretty much impossible.

Simon took note that the kitty Aileen was was holding his arm. He had read about this in books but he didn't have much time to think about when Aileen had warned him about incoming guards. He yawned once as he looked back to the others.

"It seems shot is about to hit the fan" he said. He looked at Angel "pardon my language. Does anyone have an defensive or offensive power? Something that can help protect yourself or others? If so come to front."

Simon took Aileen's hand tell when they are just around the corner. Simon long stride moved to a fork in the hallway. He motioned for those capable of fighting to come to the front with and wait for the guards.

Angel was a little startled as Tara ran her out of the cage room past the guards. She smiled to her, but was also really worried. There was a lot of the guards now. Plus, someone's thoughts lingered at the back of her mind. She turned to find another teen, a girl, standing a bit far back. There was nothing obviously mutated about her, but her thoughts proved otherwise. In fact her mutation was quite spectacular. Not being able to die...that was incredible. Angel scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion, she thought her power was worthless? Angel looked at her, Áine, was her name. "You aren't worthless. Your power is amazing. Your like bulletproof and stuff. Plus your pretty," she said, eyes locked on her, a smile played across her face, much like an innocent little girl. But now was not the time for chatter, she turned back to the crowd of on coming guards nervously.

Then an idea occurred to her. The mind messages. Lately, they have been able to control minds. Maybe it was because of the surgery. Something must have changed the discreetness of her thoughts in other people's heads. She could handle the crowd. Right? She stepped out to the side, so her view of the crowd wasn't obscured by Simon. She had never tried sending a message to more than one mind before. Hesitantly, she attempted. Stop! She thought to the crowd. It worked, but it made her very dizzy. Lights flashed behind her eyes, and for a brief moment, she thought her eyes turned gold. Most of the guards stopped, frozen for a second, not very sure of what to do. A couple, about one or two, continued to charge ahead. Several others just looked puzzled, shook their heads, then slowly continued on.

I said stop. They are children. They should not be hurt. Turn around and walk away. She thought more forcefully. She then leaned to the ground in both exhaustion and starvation, her eyes flashing gold again. The ones that were charging full speed stopped and looked puzzled. Others turned around. Some even started walking away. It was working! She was lit up with a new hope. Now she wasn't a useless, creepy little girl. She could do anything, be anything. She turned back to the crowd. One more time.

Turn around! Feel how we felt! Go into a cage and lock yourself in. Do it now! go! She practically screamed to the group. Finally, they all complied, turning around and heading towards the cages. She smiled with amusement as they closed the cages behind them. She could leap for joy right now, but she was to exhausted. Sure enough, she passed out, right there, with a splitting headache, lack of food, dizziness and a bunch of other things.

(OOC I'm going to assume you took care of the guards coming from a different hall. Well done Angel!!)

Aileen's hand squeezed Simon's shoulder to let him know they were almost there. He probably would have tried to relax his body, but it was already completely relaxed. He had gotten used to the fact that his body never needed preparation for most surprise situations. . Aileen tapped his shoulder letting him known how many there were. She was right. There were a lot of them. He used his right hand to display the number. 19 guards were coming.

Within a few moments Simon could hear them too he guided Aileen back a bit so she wouldn't get hurt, as well as giving himself room for his first move. He watched as the first several guards had spotted a few of the other mutants on the opposite wall. They ran towards them only to spot Simon by the closer wall, but their momentum wouldn't allow them to stop or turn in time.

Simon let the first guards pass so he could enter the middle of the group by surprise. He hoped the others could handle themselves. He didn't know what the other's abilities were, but as far as he knew he was the most capable of taking multiple opponents out at once. He knew he would still have more than half the guards to compete with, but if any of their powers were slightly useful, he would probably recieve help when he needed it.

He did a quick step forward dropping the closest guard with a kick to the knee cap. He continued in stride as he grabbed the next guard by the wrist and with a quick motion he swung his elbow breaking the other man's elbow causing him to drop the tazer. Simon took in the information quickly as he moved towards the next guard hoping all the guards either had tazers or batons. He disarmed the man as well as hid behind him as he saw that these men had no guns. He was grateful that their existence was so important that they wouldn't just kill them. The guard acted as a perfect shield as he shuddered under the electric currrent flowign through him due to another guards tazer. Simon kicked that guard to the left side makign it harder for those guards to pass him. He applied 'sticky hands' (Wing Chun/Kung Fu technique) to keep close to the guards as he used them as shields and obstacles. One guard stepped up and swung his baton aiming for Simon's skull.

'Things are getting troublesome.' he thought tiredly. Simon hoped the other would come take care of those guards soon and help him. He wasn't really happy with about his odds with highly skilled fighters. With that thought in his mind he stepped back grabbing both men by the neck and then leaped in the air thrusting his knees into their faces(Muay Thai). The left one flew back but Simon kept hold of the right one to keep himself covered. The man was unconscious and was quite heavy to keep up, but Simon inched slowly towards the remaining guards.

The world was tumbling around Angel in a flurry of motions. She slipped in and out of consciousness. She felt like she might throw up any second, yet she really wanted food in her, right now. Groaning, she tried to stand up, only to collapse in a heap on the ground again. Even worse, it wasn't all the guards. Simon was fighting more. This was not going to work. But it would, because they had her. She straightened herself up, and pulled herself into a sitting position. She looked over to one of the guards that was trapped inside a cage, by her doing. Where can I get some food? She whispered in his mind. She really needed food. In like, the next five minutes. Through that door is the cafeteria. The one at the end of the hall. The door leads to another hallway in which the cafeteria is at the end of. the guard involuntarily thought.

Angel pulled herself up. She just needed food. Once she got food she would be ok. She half walked half crawled to the door that led away from the fighting, nausea overtaking her every step. She gently pushed open the door and continued down the hallway, finally making it to the cafeteria. The scarce scattering of chefs seemed preoccupied with all the certain meals and things that each mutant needed to eat each day, so they didn't notice her. She grabbed the apples from off the counter and practically inhaled them. She felt better, but it wasn't enough. She discreetly swiped a block of cheese and devoured it in seconds, feeling her strength return. Soon she had stolen and eaten a whole sleeve of crackers, three bottles of water, a giant bowl of some pasty mush, a pepperoni roll, a loaf of bread, and some bits of granola. It tasted so good. Whenever a cook would look to see her there, she would mind message them to get back to work. Now she wasn't that hungry but still a little dizzy with a bit of a headache.

Trying to think of the rest of the mutants, she scurried around for a bag to carry more food in. She was stopped by the doors swinging open and guards pouring in. She really couldn't afford to do another huge group mind controlling. She would likely pass out again and it would be all over. Instead, she thought fast, dashing forward and sliding under the guards. It would have been a fantastic plan...but never the less, she was grabbed up off the ground by her tattered doctor's dress robe. She was surrounded. It was useless.

Aileen watched as around 19 guards came storming towards her and Simon. She glanced back to the few other mutants that was standing behind them and signaled them to come closer and help fight. But when she turned her attention back to the upcoming guards, most of them had already passed her and Simon. Hoping that the teens behind her were capable of fighting for themselves, she focused on the one's that hadn't passed her yet.

A giant man that looked like he was on steroids came rushing towards her and she prepared her body for an attack. When he was about a meter from knocking her over, she jumped towards him while hissing like a stray cat. It surprised him and he got out of focus for a second, allowing her to jump up on his back and wrap her tail around his neck. Aileen took a deep breath and then bit his ear as hard as he could. The big man screamed like a little girl and tried to rip the teen off his back, but it was already too late. His ear was lying on the floor and now blood was oozing from where it used to be. Aileen jumped off and the man fell unconscious to the floor.

Aileen felt sick by the taste of the man's blood in her mouth and was about to throw up, but when she realized that three other guards was heading her direction she forgot everything about it. The first one seemed to be going after her legs, so she jumped to the side, rolled a couple of times and then jumped back up on her feet. She hadn't moved like this for a long time due to the small cages, but it felt amazing. The man didn't realize it in time and ran directly into the hard concrete wall. But when Aileen attempted to run towards Simon, two giant hands grabbed her from behind and locked her arms on her back while another pair of hands punched her in the stomach. It was the two other guards; somehow they'd managed to get behind her. The hits to her stomach blew all air out of her and her legs collapsed under her. The smallest of the guards kept holding her up by her arms and they hurt like crazy due to the unnatural position they were in. The other and much bigger one was punching her in her face and stomach. Somehow Aileen still managed to notice the little Angel sneak away and over towards a door in a different direction. "No! Angel, we need to - " Aileen was cut off by another hit to her face. Blood was streaming down from her nose and mouth, but all she could think of was the little girl being on her own. "Simon! Angel is go - " Another hit directly on her mouth; then the cold floor under her. The guard must have realized that she wasn't struggling back anymore. "Simon!" she tried to yell, but the blood made it difficult; it kept coming down her throat and she felt like she was drowning. "Tara! Angel is..." A kick directly at her spine. No, it was stupid to yell. She was stupid.

((sorry for crappy post))

The next few minutes were a blur.
About twenty guards stormed around the corner, looking as aggressive as ever. By the time that Áine had even noticed, Simon and Aileen had attacked he majority of the guards. Without a second thought, Áine leaped at the nearest guard, knocking him to the ground. He grunted at the impact, his head smacking against the tiled floor, giving Áine the chance to shift her weight over so that she could pin him down.

"No! Angel, we need to-" Áine was temporarily distracted a Aileen yelled something out, before being interrupted by a punch to the face. Áine as about to look over to where Aileen was looking, before suddenly being pushed off the guard and sent tumbling across the floor. Áine was small and slim, and was by no means muscular. In the few seconds she had been distracted, the guard had managed to push her off and stand up, looking about ready to kill someone.

Áine lept up, feeling mildly dizzy but shrugging it off. She turned around just as a fist connected with her face, sending her stumbling back against the wall, though she didn't actually feel the impact. Another punch hit her jaw, and she flinched slightly, before bringing her knee up to the man's more, uhh, private area. He let out a groan and stumbled back, and Áine quickly used those few seconds to her advantage. Using the wall as a trampoline of sorts, she kicked off it and sent her leg right into the guards stomach. He fell onto his back, coughing. Áine smiled weakly.

He started to stand up, but Áine kicked him in the head. His eyes fluttered shut, but just to be sure, she punched him twice, once in the gut and the second time on his nose. She finally accepted he was out cold and stood back to take a breather.

Suddenly, two firm hands were pinning her arms behind her back, and she was slammed head first against the wall, once, twice, three times. She blindly kicked out her legs, one foot managing to meet the guard's knee, and his grip loosened for a couple of seconds, which Áine used to twist out of his grip. Or, at least try to - the guard quickly tightened his grip and pushed her against the wall, keeping his knee against her lower back to stop her from moving away.

"Hel-" she said weakly, before being interrupted by a punch in the jaw. She coughed a bit, and almost panicked when she saw herself cough out blood. She really hoped the rest of them were doing better than her, or they were screwed.

(OOC: Sorry if the post is a bit long and possibly pointless.. I just couldn't stop writing hehe..)

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Simon continued to move around as he re positioned himself and the guards that were close enough for him to use. He looked back as he heard a sickening 'thwack' to find Aileen being punched in the face. Simon's calm face showed a bit of anger as he punched the guard he was using as a wall in the throat. He dashed back zigging and zagging as he came from behind and leaped at the man grabbing the guards punching arm and letting gravity pull them both down as he wrapped his left leg around the man's neck and held the mans arm down until there was a crack. The man would have screamed in agony had it not been for the lack of oxygen and blood getting to his head.

Simon was back on his feet as he grabbed the mans thumb, broke it and then quickly pulled him away from Aileen as he watched her drop to the ground. He then used Wing Chun rapid punches as he pounded the man into the chest until his body was shaking due to the shock.

Simon managed to put his guard up just in time to take a baton to the left arm. He felt a snap but he twisted his torso as he swung a right cross into the man's jaw breaking it. He picked up Aileen, her fur was very soft, thought Simon, and he tried to guide her back. He backed out of the range of the tazer's and moved towards the man punching another girl. Simon suddenly lifted Aileen in his arms and dashed towards the unaware man, knowing that the other guards were now running behind him.

Simon's knee connected with the man's temple and he went down and didn't move. He put Aileen down next to the other girl and looked around. The mutants were still fighting the first guards. He stepped forward acting as wall between the two girls. As he bent down and picked up two batons he changed his stance (Eskrima) and watched as the guards halted where they were. He spun the batons a few times to intimidate them. He might be able to take a few out, but right now he was just stalling for time.

Simon was just about to crack a skull when he heard someone scream. His leg was still moving until he heard about Angel. The guard fell to his feet regarless and Simon looked over to see Aileen standing before a guard and the other girl was down. He considered walking over to see if she was alright and maybe break the guards neck, but Angel probably wouldn't have liked that idea.

Simon yawned and bent his knees so that he was sitting on his heels.
'So we didn't escape, huh?' he thought to himself. He looked at the guards that he had fought and scared from attacking. They didn't look happy and all, but as much as they wanted to take him on personally and upclose they knew it probably wouldn't end well for them. That thought seemed to piss them off, that and it Simon didn't even look like it was all too hard for him.

"The hell-?" Zach mused, feeling a sharp pain on the back of his neck. it made him dizzy and hurt like crap. He collapsed to the ground with an oomf! A few seconds later someone kicked at his head and he winced as his nose cracked and it filled with blood. He groaned and blacked out, pain overtaking him.
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Angel frowned, freezing at the man's yells. Why couldn't she read his thoughts? She was practically useless! She bit her lip nervously, feeling tears well up in her eyes. She couldn't be shot. She couldn't! But she felt so useless right now, like a little girl. You have to be strong, though. She sniffled and blinked away the tears that filled her eyes. She wasn't a little girl anymore. Suddenly, the man fell over, collapsed to the ground. She scrambled back so he wouldn't fall on her. Then she stood up, watching as Maxx smashes his head down. She smiled to her. Maxx was nice. "Y'all look like a bunch of loonies, let's get the hell out of here."

Angel scrambled up, looking around for the bag of food she had collected from the kitchen and swung it over her back. Following the rest of the group towards the exit.
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"Damn..." Zach mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck and finding two sizable welts. He groaned inwardly and went to pick up his gun, which of course wasn't there. Snarling, he jumps up, dusting himself off ad dabbing at his bloody nose. He turns to Jacob. "Looks like we've got some mutants to catch." he says, before heading towards the weapons room.