Thompson Morton's Story

It was a cool October afternoon, not unlike others experienced in up state New York. Tom was just lying under the trees along with with his brother and sister. They didn't do or say much, they just lay there. Lay there and admire the the nature around them.

And when reality hit, it was a freight train packed with dynamite set to explosion level 10. Everything came rushing back, the cold floor of the cage, the constant smell of blood, and the weight of this unnatural...thing coming from his tail bone. The tail ended in a sharp spade, perfect for cutting something; however, he wouldn't know. The world slowly came into focus vision-wise, but he wished it hadn't it was all dull grey wight the occassional scientist. "...Come on, get the injection in him already." He could hearsomeone say. Tom was then greeted with a needle to his wrist. A headache ensued, followed by the nausea and the joint pain. It didn't help when an Altamira sounded and everybody started sprinting around everywhere. Ugh, he thought, if this lasts any longer I'm going to kill someone. But then an idea occurred to him, this could be his chance to get out. The thought alone seemed to block out the side effects. A bunch of guards ran by, he picked one grabbed him to the bar, twisted his neck, and dragged the body into his cage. "Key,key, key, key,key...Key!" He exclaimed after searching the body. He thrust the key into the lock and BOOM he was free.

His first move was towards the nearest door, which led him into a room full of guards and more importantly, other mutants. shit he thought. He "hocked a loogie" and out came an orange glob. It landed square on the guards back. "I don't know who you are, but hold your breath and close your eyes." He kicked the guards and he lit up like a candle. His screaming hurt just as bad as the burns though, to Tom at least. He collapsed into another guard who lit up until all but the one holding the girl in the cafeteria was a flaming pile. "I would suggest putting her down, NOW." He said to the guard. He realesed the girl and ran towards the "less dangerous" mutants. "You ok?" He asked the seemingly eight year old.

The flames were quickly eating up the oxygen in the relatively small room, Tom was fire proof(ish) but certainly not asphyxiation-proof. He rushed, thinking about which doors to open before actually opening them. Then something hit him, holy crab-cakes, there's a five alarm fire waiting to happen. He stumbled over the flaming bodies filling the cafeteria quickly, his black scaled legs rendering the fire's heat to a miraculous warm tingle. He opened the last door to quite a scene: a white wolf standing off to the side, two "normal people," a young guard, and another guard holding an eight year old. Thinking back, Thompson remembered something being said behind the door a little before opening up. Shit, he thought. He contemplated just closing the door, but before he knew it, he was already asking "Ok, could somebody PLEASE fill me in on what's going on?!" Oui, now I've done it he was already chastising himself. He took one black scaled and taloned arm and wiped his forehead of a coldsweat.

"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.

Simon, was one of the first to move as he dashed towards the guard near Aileen and the other girl, he threw a baton towards his face aiming for the eyes and as he dodged the first Simon was already much closer and threw the second. He went for a a back kick to the gut as he quickly snatched up the unconcious girl (Áine) and grabbed Aileen helping her stay on her feet. He pushed past the guard and made a run to the door letting the purple eyed girl cover him with those eye beam thingies.

As he passed he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Thanks for the backup," he said as he took the girls through the doors. He knew exactly how long he had been running, since his mind was able to multitask quite well.

312...313...314 he counted in his head. He finally reached a door marked exit and when he jump kicked it as best he could, still supporting Aileen and holding Áine. It opened far easier than he expected.

If he didn't have a problem with tiredness he probably would have had an open mouth and eyes wide open as he looked at the sight before him. There were endless possibilities of where they had been kept but, the sight still surprised Simon as he let out a big yawn.