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Azuma Shuuta

"I'm always one step ahead."

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a character in “We are Different”, originally authored by Sigma, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description




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Name
Azuma Shuuta

Nicknames
ZERO

More of a handle-name than a nickname, Azuma will introduce himself as Zero over his real name.

Age
15

Mutations
  • Precognition || The ability of futuristic sight. The user is able to see events taking place ahead of time, allowing them to change their actions accordingly. However, in Azuma's case, his precognitive ability only spans as far ahead as 5-10 seconds and is limited to his general vicinity. Though this ability is passive and always in effect, a person with fast enough movements can easily overcome the reaction speed of the user.

  • Astral Projection || The ability of an out-of-body like experience. The user is able to project their consciousness out of their physical body, forming an invisible, ghost-like self that is free to roam. However, as the user's consciousness is mobile, their physical body remains static, leaving them very vulnerable and exposed.

    Face Claim
    Banri Watanuki || Inu x Boku SS




ImageImageEye Color
A deep blue that changes into a deep red when his abilities are active. As his precognition ability his passive and always active, his eyes are always occasionally blinking between red and blue.

Hair Color
Originally black, but was bleach-dyed to a bright blonde.

Height and Weight
5'8", 120 lbs.

Appearance
Azuma is pretty much an average looking male, with the exception of having eyes that constantly change color. His messy hair is bright blonde, obviously bleached dyed, with a little bit of accessory on the left side. Your typical snooty character, he appears to have absolutely no interest in the ideas and actions of others, often having a scowl on his face. He's the kind of person who would rather be independent.

Other Features
He's got several bruises and scars from fights, proof that he isn't at all a people person.

Clothing
He usually just wears his school uniform which consists of a black uniform jacket with pulled up collars, a white t-shirt underneath and black pants. Although, he will occasionally wear more casual clothes which substitutes the black jacket for a white one.




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Personality


To accurately describe Azuma in one word, stubborn. He is unwilling to make compromises that he believes aren't worthwhile. Due to this, he is more of an independent person. Believing that other people will just slow him down, he refuses to work with others, unless given a valid reason, and will solo tasks no matter how difficult. Parts of the reason he doesn't like working with others is issues with trust and not liking to rely on others. Being a person of independence, he never enjoyed the thought of giving work to others, as teamwork would suggest. Due to his mutations, he found it hard to confide in others as he wasn't sure whom he could trust. However, because of that mistrust, when he finds someone he believes he can truly trust, another side of him opens up. The same goes for those which he respects. While he portrays himself as the nonchalant, uncaring kind of person, he truly wants to help others. Though he'd never willingly admit it.




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  • Helping people
  • Training
  • Reading
  • Quiet places
  • Making Gambles
  • Parkour

Dislikes

  • Certain People
  • Losing fights
  • Loud places
  • Optimists
  • Villains

Weaknesses

  • Reaction speed || Despite training himself in CQC, Azuma can still be beat by opponents who are faster than him as they can outpace his precognition ability.
  • People in Danger || Despite acing cold-hearted, Azuma will drop whatever it is he's doing if it means rescuing someone in danger. This is a fatal flaw of his, but he doesn't like the idea of leaving random people in harms way.
  • Gambling || Azuma is exited by the prospect of gambling and is always enjoying a good bet. However, he will often bet a lot and if he loses, which he believes he never will, things can get pretty dire for him.

Fears

  • Fast Rides || Since his precognitive ability is passive and always active, going on certain rides, such as a roller coaster or drop tower, are absolutely nauseating. With his ability, it would be like experiencing the ride twice within seconds of each other. He had to learn this the hard way of course.
  • Being Unable to Help || He absolutely perishes at the thought that there will be someone he needs to help, but is unable to. The very thought of it puts him into a semi-depressed mood.
  • Death || Even though he has the abilities that can at least help him live a while longer by avoiding dangers, Azuma still fears the unknown after death as it is a future he cannot foresee.

Favorite Color
The calming orange of the sunset




ImageHistory

Azuma was born and raised in Japan under the family name of Kurome. After an argument with his family, Azuma left and took the first plane he could find. This plane happened to be to America. He snuck onto the plane and never looked back. He was a quick learner so he studied the English language on the flight. He had learned enough to get by and that was that. Upon arriving in America, he changed his family name to Shuuta, renouncing all ties he had to his old family. A few weeks later he was settled in and going to school. However, being a foreigner, his school life was hard and he became an independent student. He wasn't sure when it started, but he began to have these premonitions. At least, that's what they were often referred as. Soon enough, he began to understand that what he had was precognition, the ability to see into the future. Granted, it was only several seconds into the future. He used his mutation to his advantage and started fights with the people who tormented him. He got in trouble with the police for this numerous times.

His first out-of-body experienced happened a month later. The mutation had kicked in one day as he was walking home, forcing his consciousness out of his body and into the world. At this occurrence he noticed a person being robbed. As he was currently using his astral projection, he couldn't help. After a while, the ability wore off and he was back in his body. Though that would make one happy, he couldn't help but feel defeated since he couldn't help the person in need. It was at that point where he started training himself in close quarters combat. With his astral projection he scouted out locations where crimes were being committed. With his precognition ability, he ran in and saved the day, or so he felt. He felt amazing with his actions and ended up making a name for hiself. When he went out to help people as he did, he would put on a mask and refer to himself as Zero. He became relatively known within his area. However, he became too well known.

Soon enough, the government had sent people to retrieve him. He was at home at the time and, thanks to his ability, he was able to leave seconds before they broke in. With the help of his abilities and his training he was able to avoid being captured by jumping and vaulting over stairs and onto roofs. He managed to escape them for a while, but he was eventually caught. He got caught and was taken away to the Military Base and has been there for a while. Naturally, he avoided contact with most of the other captives. He played the role of the perfect captive and always did what he was told, but he was always on guard and looking for his ticket out.



So begins...

Azuma Shuuta's Story

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The blind female continued to utilize the one called 'Wraith' as her 'eyes' into the world around her. For now, she simply listened and watched her fellow mutants. As the colorful pair began to talk, the corners of her lip twitched slightly upwards, amused in spite of the situation. It was nice to able to joke around like such, and she tried to not think about what circumstances must have torn them from their home.

The semblance of calm and relative peace was rudely interrupted as the strange male was tossed in and attacked. She cringed as the male was stabbed before their eyes, feeling compelled to at least try to ease his apparent suffering when a strange fear began to overwhelm the mind she was inhabiting. A falcon, a sense of pure terror, and the woman's frantic thoughts of disbelief all flooded her mind with such force that the blind girl recoiled and retreated back into her darkness with a soft gasp. She had seen something private, something personal. A bubble of guilt nagged her for seeing it, even unintentionally. Guards came and tended to the panicked 'Wraith', one of the responders among Juniper's helmeted jailors, protected from her penetration from a shield of lead.

Juniper took a few deep breaths, hearing the 'Kitten's voice ask gently if the 'Wraith' was ok, even as the female in question declared she was. Of course, Juniper figured she was physically ok, but not entirely back to normal in her mind. That kind of fear would linger after such an episode.

Turning to face the direction of 'Wraith's voice, the telepath remained silent a moment more, allowing the injured male to speak before daring to attempt communication. Closing her unseeing eyes, Juniper slowly and tentatively focused back on the minds in the room, locating 'Wraith's within seconds. She kept her lips shut, but after some focus, she managed to bridge the gap and 'speak' to the fellow mutant.

~I'm sorry...I did not mean to see.~ she whispered inside her host's mind before taking her leave, knowing it would be rude to linger, especially after making the woman more vulnerable than she already was. The instant she left, blackness met her again, swallowing her whole. It was an empty, almost maddening feeling. She longed to peek into another mind, to use someone else as her eyes. But what if she saw something she shouldn't again?

Her musings were interrupted as a loud voice she couldn't place resounded from beside her, causing Juniper to jump in her seat. A soft yelp of surprise and uncertainty met the sudden feel of arms wrapping around her torso. The young woman looked helplessly and blindly down at whoever decided to hold her and utilize her body as a pillow, blank eyes hiding her questions. Juniper scanned the room once more, this time landing in the suited gentleman's mind before deciding to take a look at who was holding her waist. She saw a short-haired brunette with an almost distant look in her differently colored eyes staring intently at the wall. Her sudden companion seemed more focused on the wall than in the blind woman, elicting a certain curiosity.

Leaving the gentleman's mind, her vision went into the young woman whose warmth she felt in the arms. Tentatively, Juniper looked into the outermost thoughts of her host, surprised to find the wall itself was an entity to her companion. Wait, the wall made a face? Juniper had to pause for a second, realizing with a stab of pity that her host was hallucinating. Should she tell her?

"Don't worry...the wall is fine." Juniper murmured.

She glanced up before she could hear her host comment (if she even would), when yet another stranger entered the room. A considerable amount of yelling accompanied the action, causing the blind woman to wince. The mutant 'Esper' insisted on being called 'Zero', though Juniper could not figure out why such a name would be his choice.

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Ivan & Isaac

"Legion


The final arrival, a young boy was shoved into the room. His face would become handsome with age, something Ivan was completely assured of. Regardless of who would grow to be beautiful, or who already was, there was now a total of ten mutants in the room. Though by any other than Ivan's count, it would have been eleven. An uneven number, and something that seemed to be a bit out of the usual, at least regarding the facility standard. They had only ever taken Ivan and 'Isaac' before, and typically they would only even take one of them at a time. There was something unseemly about all of these mutants gathered together, ten in total, all placed into one room.

The fragments of thoughts came to Ivan in one straightforward stream, 'Eleven mutants... One room... Odd number... The Wraith... Special Training...'

Ivan's eyes opened to a near impossible level of width. His true body's head turned his shocked eyes once more onto the Wraith. Now calmed a bit more, the girl only currently resembled some horrifying specter of death. While Ivan remained still, as he was assured to survive this ordeal, his first clone began to tremble. 'Isaac' shook with extreme intensity, knowing that he would soon be gone. Though the clone and Ivan shared a collective knowledge, his mentality was slightly different, his personality tied to yet separate from the original. Ivan had always known, each clone he ever created was just as alive and real as himself, especially his first clone 'Isaac'.

Then, as if on some sort of cue from a power greater and more terrifying than Ivan thought bore any consideration, the door opened. One singular scientist entered the room, accompanied by two guards dressed in the attire Ivan had become accustomed to. Their uniforms bore two distinct differences however, each of them wore the same helmet as the guards who had deposited the blind girl, and their uniforms were tinted a shade darker. The scientist in question was a short man, nearly the same width as height. Wisps of gray hair sprouted around the man's head like a crown circling the bald dome of his scalp. In addition the man's nose was of such large and round shape, the extreme bulbous nature looked rather like a cartoon. Something that certainly would have been amusing, had the man's footsteps not been the equivalent of funeral bells freely ringing with each foot fall.

Once in the center of the room, the scientist grasped both sides of his lab coat and pulled forward, in some vain attempt to hide his bulk within his jacket. Clearing his throat to call attention, the man addressed his gathered test subjects, "Hello mutants, as I'm sure your handlers informed you on your way here, you have been brought here for special training. I am Professor Killigira, and I shall be one of your instructors, and one of several who will now be conducting specialized experiments on each of you. However, we have a superfluous member among us. Isaac Morningstar, please come join me up here."

Ivan stared hesitantly at his clone, his 'brother' for all intents and purposes, who now for the first time was keeping his thoughts to himself. It took quite a bit of effort for 'Isaac' to shield his thoughts from the collective hive-mind, but he didn't want Ivan to suffer through this as well. Though nearly imperceptible, each clone's personality deviated slightly from Ivan's original. Since he was first split off of Ivan, 'Isaac' had always been a little braver, a little more concerned with Ivan's wellness than his own. And so it was through much force of will that 'Isaac', attempting to protect Ivan from harm and pain, dulled and stifled his connection to their shared consciousness.

The brightly colored man said nothing, and stood up from the bench next to Ivan. He walked slowly, not cheerily greeting the executioner as one might have imagined the rather jovial youth might have. Plodding forward one step at a time, 'Isaac' reached the scientist and guards. Turning around, he faced his peers, several of them were still nameless to him, and he supposed now that they always would be. He looked at each of them trying to make eye contact, hoping they would see his fear, hoping they would know to take care of Ivan for him. And at the last, he smiled at Reyna, the little girl had become a new friend to him in his final moments, and he wished her well.

It was all Ivan could do to look at his clone, to try to make eye contact. But his clone's gaze skipped right over him, and now he was completely cut off from his thoughts as well. Unable to speak a word, Ivan began to think of this reality as just being some creative form of hell. Then the squat scientist spoke once more, "And now, Wraith, if you could be a dear and join us up here, we can expidiate this process immensely."

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Reyna had been minding her own business since returning to her seat, the rough bench was hard beneath her although it was a good reminder to not get too comfortable with this group, she never knew when they might ask her to kill one. The female fiddled with the bandage on her hand as another boy was thrown into the space, this one a blonde that bantered rudely with the guards that had tossed him into the pile. It was understandable, no one likes to be pushed around.

Reyna looked up in the corners of the room, four cameras up there, one under each bench, and one right over the door. They were being very careful of course, a group of powerful mutants banding together could easily overpower a couple hundred security officers. So why didn't they? Reyna opened her mouth to suggest something of the variety, knowing that the audio on the cameras was almost never on. Who wanted to listen to a bunch of mortals on the verge of insanity twenty four hours a day?

Suddenly the door slid open, a plump older man with graying hair and a colorful sweater vest covered with a starch white lab coat entered the game.

"Hello mutants, as I'm sure your handlers informed you on your way here, you have been brought here for special training. I am Professor Killigira, and I shall be one of your instructors, and one of several who will now be conducting specialized experiments on each of you. However, we have a superfluous member among us. Isaac Morningstar, please come join me up here." Her heart sank, no, plummeted is more like it. She had taken a liking to the exuberant pair and for them to be split up, even if they were carbon copies, was wrong.

"Why?" Her voice came out as a whisper, Reyna balled her hands into fists, her nails digging into the sole of her palms. "Who cares if they're the same? Two is better than one right?" Her words were quite, however Reyna would not let them get away with this injustice, killing off someone's brother simply because he bore the same ability was not fair. How could you just let one live? How do you even decide something so cruel?

Reyna bit her lip, she had to stop them. Enough killing! Her blue eyes turned a dangerous yellow, the mutant reached out towards the blood in the room and seized the Wraith's body as well as the Professor's. "And now, Wraith, if you could be a dear and join us up here, we can expidiate this process immensely." She squeezed just slightly, she didn't want to hurt them, but she couldn't allow either to move.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that." Reyna said a bit louder then her previous sentences, her adorable smile dancing on her cherry red lips.

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Hector eyed the blonde mutant thrown into the room for a short moment. The fact that he was mundanely arguing with the guards reminded Hector that not everyone had been broken.

When the fat scientist had come in, Hector began to tense up. Whatever the special training was, it seemed like it was beginning. Hector glared at the man, wondering if he was the one Hector had threatened before. Hector looked at him, his outfit, his fat, and the look in his eye. Hector could saw what he believed to be a sadist. Not a human who was scared of mutants because of genuine danger, and treated them badly as a manifestation of fear, but a genuine sadist. A man who is a wolf to his fellow man, mutant or not.

A genuine monster.

Hector watched as he brought one of the brightly-colored mutants to the front of the room. Hector observed what was about to happen. This was something that would give him a crucial clue as to the nature of the special training.

When the scientist called the Wraith behind Hector to come up and speed up what they were doing, Hector grabbed his glasses, slowly. No sooner than he laid a hand on his glasses did one of the elite guards point his assault rifle at Hector. Hector lowered his hand. He knew something was about to happen.

Not everyone was completely broken, yet.

It was when the young female, Reyna, had spoken up that Hector saw the change in stance of the scientist. It was subtle, but he could see that he was restrained against his will. Hector spoke up, his voice full of urgency as guards began to raise their guns at the whole group. If someone had tried to fight the guards in this room, Hector saw a low chance of survival for everyone. And the scientists would probably find another way to kill the colorful mutant.

"Wait! You'll get yourself killed!"

Hector neglected to say that everyone the other mutants would possibly be killed as well. It was cold of Hector, but he wanted for as many people as possible to live. And this was a hard decision to make for a circumstance that was horrific. Ultimately, he would have to see what the group of mutants would do.

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"You coward, they're just going to take another life but the only one you care about is yours." She hissed and kicked him hard between the legs, sending them both to the floor. Reyna wasn't that much smaller than him and she imagined that holding her up had been nothing to sneeze at, that being said she could pop him like a balloon before he so much as blinked. "Fine I'll release them but Isaac's death is on you." Reyna let go of her hold on the Wraith and the Professor and got up from the ground, but as soon as she was standing one of the guards hit her over the head with the butt of his gun.

He moved to kick her in the stomach and got one shot in before his whole body froze, unable to move. Slowly the female got up once more and went to sit down on the bench farthest from them all. They were all so selfish, allowing a fellow mutant to perish simply because he was extra. Mutants had to stick together and if they were all just going to go their own ways and allow others to die then there was no way she would get close to them; they would never be allies. Reyna's eyes stayed yellow, the guard was still frozen in place. She clenched her fists and he dropped to the ground, his head hitting the tile with a sickening thwack! There, now they were even. An eye for an eye, a head wound for a head wound. She closed her eyes and sighed and when she opened them once more, they had returned to their normal blue color. The guard on the ground remained still, he had hit his head pretty hard after all, she wouldn't be surprise if he was dead. Gingerly Reyna touched the spot on her head where the pain was stemming from and winced, there was blood in her hair again and she had just washed it!

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A small hand grasped Ember's and her whole body went rigid. Dimly she registered her reaction as shock- physical touch was only ever associated with abuse. This feeling was strange and uncomfortable and instinctively she drew her hand away. Reyna's blue eyes gazed up at her and for a moment the touch was forgotten as her sweet voice pierced Ember's shock.

"Hey it's okay, whatever happened it's over now."

A sweet gesture Ember was sure, but here the words were fairly meaningless to her. People in general were pretty meaningless. She was thankful the girl had returned to her seat, saved Ember from having to respond.

Suddenly there was a voice in her head.

~I'm sorry…I didn't mean to see~

Ember felt her own panic and rage return, the two conflicting emotions unable to show themselves through her normally responsive irises. How dare someone enter her mind? That was one thing that was her own, and she was furious to have her only sanctuary invaded. Immediately there was terror as well- how much had they seen? Could they control her? Glancing around discretely, Ember tried to pinpoint who may have intruded without success. Nonetheless she vowed that if she found out who it was she would do anything necessary to ensure this never happened again.

After this many of the mutants came in, each causing their own little disturbances, Ember made a point to ignore it all. No particulars. She'd stick to her rule of ignoring specific details of people, made it easier to get rid of them.

One of them had asked her a question about the training but again, the many entrances made an easy excuse to ignore it.

At first she was surprised that no one had forced her mask back on her again, but then one of the head scientists came in. At his announcement it all became pretty clear. Isaac Morningstar- just another victim to add to the list, though by now Ember has long since lost count.

At the scientists condescending use of pet words, her eyes burned red. Nonetheless she began to move forward, that was until Reyna stopped her. When she realised she couldn't move Ember began to panic a bit, her eyes lightening to grey. She had only a few things left that she had control of in her life- her mind and her actions…well to some extent anyway.

The short-lived chaos was a surprise. It appeared not everyone was as naïve as Reyna. So the man that had questioned her obviously was aware of that this was necessary and apparently the hot-headed Zero did too from his quick, albeit dramatic reaction. Ember would have scowled if she'd been able to move as she realised she remembered his name.

And then she could move again. She felt her heart-rate rising again as the blood pounded in her ears. Despite the lack of emotional reaction, killing always caused all her senses to go wild. One of the guards quickly twisted his hand upwards- the typical sign that they had a kid waiting outside in case she rebelled, even though that had been two years ago.

Without waiting she strode up to Isaac looking him straight in the eye, waiting for him to breath. She didn't bother with any words, they were meaningless now. Immediately she sensed the small sharp breaths of fear. Sharpening her concentration she felt her sixth sense tap into its rhythm until she could no longer resist and her instinct took over. Stuck in an illusion of time she felt her herself carefully part her mouth and draw the air out of him, slowly taking it's whispers of life into herself. It took less than a second, yet each time she felt each moment as the life left her victims. Isaac collapsed in front of her and she knew it was over now.

She felt the air around her trembling slightly as the new energy was added. It would be an hour before it completely diminished, until then she could draw on it to bring someone else back…that is only if the guard willed it. As Ember stared down at Isaac she couldn't help but ponder what it felt like, and then the familiar emptiness enveloped her and she returned to her seat, avoiding all eyes.

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"You coward, they're just going to take another life but the only one you care about is yours."

Azuma's eyes flashed red as he glimpsed the girl's upcoming actions. His eyes widened before the fact, but as his hands were currently occupied, there wasn't really much he could do aside from brace himself from the pain that was sure to arrive in a matter of seconds. Soon enough, the blow connected and he was sent to the ground in agony. Of course, he already knew he was a coward. He was indeed a coward. He spent most of his life on the run. Running from his family, from the police, from the forces that brought him here. Running was the only thing he knew how to do. Thankfully, Reyna had let the two go in the end, but not before she made a comment that served to bother him.

"Isaac's death is on you."

That was something he hadn't really allowed to sink in until that very moment. He snuck a glance at Isaac, but it was not a face he recognized. Those two brothers, he hadn't been keeping tabs on them with his astral projection so he knew as much as the next guy about them. He awkwardly made his way back to the wall he had been at before the entire situation happened and slumped to the ground. He couldn't get that thought out of his mind, Isaac's death is on you. He wanted to make a retort, something about how everyone's death would have been on her, or how he'd gladly sacrifice one to save many, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. His death is on my hands...? He thought to himself. He looked over at the Wraith, no Ember, and he knew what came next. Ember was someone that he had been keeping tabs on, but that doesn't mean it changes. Seeing someone get killed off, it's not something that anyone should get used to. Even though he had seen her do it several times before, he couldn't help but let his mask of indifference waver at the male who had just gone limp.

He let his eyes drop down to the ground, not wanting to see anymore. If the girl was right, if Reyna was right, then that death was his fault. He, albeit indirectly, just became a murderer.

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Another grin ran across the blonde man's face. Healing capabilities, huh? That was interesting. "How very interesting..." His breath let out slowly in a subtle murmur. He was still, simply starring for another few seconds as the wound slowly closed up, then the dark red blotch fading to a dark orange. But once it was healed, Matthaus lost interest. He whipped his head around to look at the blank walls around them. "Because I can't tell." And it was. The blobs of colours obscured most details. His head turning around to look over his shoulder, he his lips pulled back into a smile, showing his teeth."So I appreciate the enlightenment."

But with that, the long haired man returned his gaze in front of him, now looking at a pair of mutants. His hands slipped behind his back, folding neatly in each other. As he walked the man leaned back slowly, walking past the two. "Twins perhaps?" His toothy smile grew larger. The glows of colours were different on each. One showed soft reds and oranges, the other had bright yellow. "Or a manifestation maybe?" Matthaus straightened out. "Those things are tricky sometimes." He muttered, crossing his arms. His eyes wavered around the ceiling and walls briefly, biting his lips and cheeks.

But again, he lost interest,

He turned on his heels once more, now looking at another pair of mutants, though who are completely different entities. They were hugging. Apparently. One seemed a little more into the 'connection' than the other. Speaking more to himself, Matthaus rhymed,"Look at you,
Broken girl.
Trying to be so strong,
Heels clicking against those streets,
The ones that only sparkle during the night.
" Almost as random as the girl herself, perhaps.

But then Matthaus looked at the partner who was a little less interested in the contact. " Look at you,
A younger girl who never thought she'd be here.
They only see that desperate girl,
Your body is no longer yours
" He always did this.

Then lastly he looked at the one who had freaked out earlier, which he paid no attention too. "Look at you,
Beautiful soul.
I know you can't pretend to have this strength anymore,
I don't want to lose you to those unforgiving eyes,
But soon I know I will.
" Everyone did.

Placing a frail, emaciated finger on his cheek, Matthaus, this time, turned slowly. Looking at the people who entered after him. Two men. One with glasses and one who's eyes change colours. Like his perhaps. But less often. "I'm surprised they let you keep those." He stated, apparently to no one once everyone settled down. Whether he was referring to the man's glaces or the other man's book, or even the cigarettes, it was hard to tell. Matthaus was vague on most matters, but he ended up walking over to a bench, sitting down next to yet another young girl. Younger than anyone else here.

"My, my, you're a sweet treat now aren't you?" His gaze was strange as he blinked several times, the colours flipping from red, to green, to yellow. His smile was much softer than his previous ones, but with his chin slightly pulled down, it was all the more odd.

But his conversing didn't last too much longer than that, for the door opened once more. Instead of another mutant, a scientists, along with some of his pets lingered inside. Matthaus smiled in an old fashioned manner, pulling his legs up onto the bench and crossing them . He slipped his hands in the open space between his crossed legs and listened, almost intently, as the stubby man made his bold and loud announcement. "You all take to long on matters such as these." He quickly responded once Special training was mentioned. But he remained silent as the scientist continued. One of the twins was pulled up to the front of the room, and Wraith was beckoned as well.

But things started to decline as the attention was pulled to other matters. The scientist and Wraith both froze, and the youthful girl began to protest. It was an odd reaction to such a thing. Matthaus looked up at her as she stood defensively, tilting his head slightly and his eyebrows furrowed. The ever changing eyes squinted slightly and his mouth was also agape, but also slightly.

The conflict went on for only a matter of a few seconds, several other mutants getting involved. The one with the book and the other with the glasses. How strange... His gaze switched back and forth between the three, the one who had a book now using physical intimidation to stop the girl.

And she did.

How peculiar...

The scientist and Wraith were set free, but the young man was slammed to the ground. It all died down fairly quickly after that, each mutant now remaining silent. The scientist proceeded, and so did Wraith. She stood in front of the boy. Waited a few seconds. Took a breath in.

Then he fell.

Matthaus looked carefully at the limb being in the room. Squinting some more as the red slowly started to turn blue. He then folded his hands together and looked at them.

"How very interesting...

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When someone started talking it made Druggie look up and realize that she was hugging a person, she gave a long blink before widening her eyes just slightly. Grabbing the girl by the shoulder she used Juniper to pull herself up till she was sitting up once more looking around the room at nothing in particular. The words that Juniper had said finally registered in her head and her head slowly turned toward the girl eyes wider still, was this person God? Not only did she know about Wallace but she had said that he was good, but since Wallace was her enemy did that make herself the villain? Maybe no one was the villain. Druggie turned her head facing forward forgetting all about the sentient wall and gods who knew about them, her thoughts turned instead to something she hadn't had in a long time, food.

Druggie stood up walking over to one of the people in white who usually gave her the food things at this time, walking up to him she stuck out her hand waiting for the foods to get in it. The scientist huffed angrily and motioned to one of the guards who pulled out a needle sticking it into her arm letting out the toxins into her system. Druggie's eyes drooped and her knees felt too heavy so she decided to not stand anymore and made friends with the floor where someone else had already made friends and was lying down next to her. She smiled lazily moving her hands over to play with his colorful hair fingers too stupid to move, she just lay like that hands outstretched blinking every lunar cycle. Her mind was a blur of drug induced hallucinations and numbness, everything was nothing to her in her own little world.





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There was something wrong Brent knew it, the guards knew it but they just weren't telling exactly how much they knew. Frustrated the boy fumed in silence, they were taking him somewhere different today not his usual room where they tested he was given a shower and clothes. In his past Brent had learned that in the facility if you are given something good chances are that something very bad was about to happen to you, he wondered if this was it if they were going to kill him now, had his usefulness run up? Brent mentally prepared for the worst and when the door slid open with a his he wished that he was dead.

They were sticking him in with a bunch of mutants, the one thing he hated. Brent had always seen himself as an "in between-er" someone who wasn't quite mutant but also not completely human, much rather clinging to his human side. But of coarse that's not how the scientists and guards of the facility saw him, he was a mutant like the rest of them but they could understand his hatred towards them, his disgust. There was only one mutant in the world that he could stand but that one had long been gone from this world.

Brent didn't bother looking at any of them, the filthy animals, putting his head down as soon as he got a glance at what was in the room. He instead walked over to one of the benches sitting on the far end of it, he leaned forward putting his elbows on his knees and folding his hands together. His jaw clenched as he looked at the ground fury burning in his eyes hating every last one of them. Wondering slightly if any of them were close enough to come within his radius that they might figure out what he could do and hate him for it, too.

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A thin, sour looking man entered the room. His sharp grey suit stood out abnormally against the typical white clad scientists.

"I believe we can now continue with the special training program."He said with a questioning glance at the professor, which was more of a nicety than asking for permission.

"Each of you will now be sorted into dormitories of three or four mutants to one separate apartment. When your name is called I expect you to line up in front of the second door."

He quickly waved his hand, causing the guards in the room to aim their weapons at the group in case of any disturbances. The scientists then went around placing small metal bands on each of the mutants wrists.

"And now the groups: Group one- Wraith, Esper, Reyna and Brent, Group two- Juniper, Druggie and Izaac and Group three- Hector, Matthaus and Ivan. Your apartments will join a common room, but you are not permitted in another groups apartment. If you try to enter you will be electrocuted. Hector, I would not suggest tampering with any of our measures, lest you're up to a bit of torture."

Without so much as a glance, he opened the second door to reveal a plain common room with a few simple metal tables and chairs. Three unmarked open doorways led to the apartments.

"It's your responsibility to figure out which is your apartment."

With a brisk nod from the man, the guards came forward to force the mutants into the room.

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Ivan watched on in horror as the little girl, the one he had called ‘Kitten’, stood up and denounced the wretchedness of the current situation. By some means she had managed to stop both Ember and this eldritch abomination of a scientist. Not stop their intentions, but actually physically stop them. They seemed to freeze on the spot when she had spoken up. Still cut off from ‘Isaac’, at least mentally, all Ivan could speculate on was his clone’s intentions. There was clearly something more behind this, the pair had always been willing to make sacrifices before, but there was always something to be gained for it. The other two boys made their moves rapidly, one preparing to subdue the little heroine, and the other actually doing it.

Just as quickly as the whole bout of chaos had started, it was over. The boy had been taken down, Kitten returned to her seat, and the handsome one with glasses slunk back to the sidelines. Ivan understood Reyna’s unwillingness to see another suffer, and strangely enough he understood the viewpoints of the others too. One life, even if it was a part of his own, was not worth risking the lives of everyone else in this room. While all of this was going on Ivan continued to just stand in place, a consistent tremor moving through his body.

Then when Ember was in range of his clone, Ivan began to cry. Not large heaving sobs, and not silent stolen hidden tears either, just tears knowing that his companion was leaving. Over the years Ivan had made plenty of clones, some died, some were assimilated back in. He gained whatever knowledge they were able to, and suffered as they did. But ‘Isaac’ was different, that was his first clone, he never died, was never absorbed back into the fold. His parents had made a false birth certificate for Isaac, for the past five years Ivan had a twin.

Now, just as the Wraith was about to do her grisly work, Isaac looked back at Ivan. In that moment a thought occurred to the boy, and since Isaac suddenly put down the mental barrier, there was no doubt where it had come from. Isaac, totally calm in the face of his annihilation left one parting thought to the network of the hive-mind he had been connected to since splitting off from Ivan. ”Now, at least one of our deaths can mean something. Now we’ll learn something instead of the scientists who just loved killing off our clones. Now we can know how exactly it is that The Wraith executes.”

Ivan shuttered as the thought occurred to him. The tears stopped falling and he stopped shaking, now filled with no more regret, he found anxiety. Lighting another cigarette the boy watched in awe as Ember stole Isaac’s breath. He puffed on it as he felt the sensation of Isaac’s lungs collapsing into nothing. Now, just as color left Isaac and he fell to the ground one more thought occurred, one last fleeting idea. Soft as a whisper it trickled through Ivan’s mind, rocketing him back into tears, this time the large gasping kind.

Hardly with enough breath to take drags in between his overwhelming body shaking fit of tears. Ivan watched and accordingly proceeded as they were rounded up into groups, brought to a new place for them to stay, and told they would figure out their own living arrangements now. He watched as The Wraith made her wrong choice and received the punishment in the form of what appeared to be an incredible shock. He watched as the others reached the new room they were to be kept in. He observed all of this, silent aside from his now quieting sobs, but he was not concerned. His mind only had one thing on it currently. Isaac’s last thought, one word playing a continual loop. ”Brother.”

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Reyna had only been giving half of her attention to the talking dogs, the other half was directed by sullenly rubbing the sore spot on her head and keeping as far away as possible from the albino with the perverted insight. A man in a gray pressed suit, carrying a metal suitcase with a sour expression to match went by and grabbed her hand, closing a chrome bracelet around it. "Wraith, Esper, Reyna, and Brent." Her attention snapped up with her name and she looked around to confirm that yes, she had been paired with two people that hated her the most and one that was glaring as though he wanted to light the world on fire. Cautiously she stood, glad that Esper was staying away from her and watched as Ember rushed into the room in the middle.

Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance. If they were group one, wouldn't it make the most sense for their room to be room 1? Therefore the doorway farthest to the right. In order to confirm her theory she stepped over Esper's fallen body, shooting a curious glance at the blonde whose hair was lighter then Zero's and into the common room. Taking a deep breath to prepare for the worst, Reyna entered the room on the right. Nothing, "Hey guys I found ours!" She called cheerfully and turned in a circle, trying to decide which bed she wanted. "I call this bed!" She flopped down onto the mattress in the top left corner, where the window would have been in her room back at home. It was a rather unremarkable space aside from the fact that there were no glass walls, but real, solid, gray ones. Instantly she sat up, looking around for the cameras. Two, three, five. Reyna counted; of course there would be no privacy, although at this point she had gotten used to it. They had seen every inch of her body naked, so why did it matter? There was nothing to hide.

Was this the first test? The Professor had made it sound so. How many more were to come? She assumed most weren't going to be this easy and logical. Reyna stood from the bed and went to go assist Ember and Esper who were still on the floor. "Do you need some help up?" She asked the Wraith, offering a hand. They were teammates now so she might as well try to get along.

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Juniper's current host looked up at her, resulting in the blind young woman in seeing her own face, the female hugging her looking with awe as she sat herself up. Resisting the urge to pry deeper to see why her companion seemed fascinated by her, Juniper left the girl's mind alone, scanning for another set of 'eyes' among the group. She once more settled on the well-presented male with glasses. As they sat, the feminine male spoke in what sounded like verse, his words cryptic. Juniper noticed with surprise that he turned his attention to her face musing about her as well. Despite using Hector as her 'eyes', she otherwise acted with her own body, tilting her head in confusion before she spoke softly. 'You speak in riddles...."

As the door opened once more, Juniper looked on with her host to see who else would appear, only to feel apprehension bubble inside her gut. A scientist with guards, and they were wearing protection from her. Weapons were aimed at her and the other mutants, making her go slightly stiffer. The look in the scientists eyes unnerved her, his demeanor sending chills down her spine. Without meaning to, she shrunk back into her hosts mind enough to see the current thoughts more clearly, silently agreeing with his assesment that the scientist was a monster in human skin.

She listened with growing unease as the voice from the scientist announced himself. Professor Killigira summoned forward two from their group, his words making Juniper's face go pale. They were going to make 'Wraith' kill one of them? As her host looked over at the brightly colored Issac, she shook her head slowly, wishing it wasn't so. The boy was walking towards his own execution, with his twin watching no less! How sadistic and cruel could these people even be?

'Kitten's' voice called out, the scientist and 'Wraith' stopped in their tracks. Her host warned 'Kitten' of her potential demise, confirming that the sweet -faced girl was stopping the two. As much as Juniper hated it, she couldn't think of any suggestion to make the scientist permanently stop. Controlling a person could only go on so long...right? In the back of her mind, she wondered if she was obsolete as well, if someone besides her could stop a person.

As Kitten and another mutant fought, Juniper felt her gut knot up in a sickening dread. This wasn't going to end well, and she could think of no way to stop it. The argument ended as quickly as it started, the harsh words accusing the young blonde male of being responsible for Issac dying. IT seemed unfair to say such a thing, especially since she doubted he had any ill will towards the mutant.

AS her host looked up, Juniper bit her lip as she watched the 'Wraith' stand before the brightly colored male, silently killing him. She had never actually seen a death before, and it made a cold chill go down her spine, feeling like her own stomach dropped upon hearing the thud of his body hitting the ground. It was a sickeningly final sound, and Juniper let blackness take her vision, deciding it unkind to keep looking and lingering in the others. She wondered if it bothered 'Wraith' at all to be made to do this. IT was hard to tell, the woman giving no indication, and Juniper chose not to look. The sound of crying met her ears, the woman turning a gentle, sorrowful look towards the sound. The poor young man, having to see his twin killed like that. She would have spoken secretly in his mind, but she thought it would be insensitive for now.

Soon, the sound of new footsteps reached her ears, guns being raised, new instructions. As she scanned the newest arrival, she was surprised to find that while she could 'see', the thoughts and vision faded in and out, the foremost thoughts in the mind coming to her in fragments. Were they wearing a defective lead helmet? Utilizing Hector as her eyes once more, she looked at the newest mutant, surprised to find he looked as normal as any of them. How come she couldn't see clearly with him?

Her thoughts were interrupted upon hearing her name, the woman surprised they bothered to know it at all. She flinched at the cold metal band snapped around her wrist, looking up blankly as she was instructed along with the others to 'find' her room. A gun pushed into her back, nudging her impatiently and startling her enough to break her connection to her current 'eyes'. A scream could be heard from ahead, and it was her only clue in the darkness of where to put her feet.

Find the room? She searched the minds as she stood, walking forward and nearly bumping into a table in the next room. One was still hard to read, but she tried to gain clues from each mind as to who were 'Druggie' and "Iziah', thus, learning who to follow and whose mind to look at for now.

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Instruction were being belted out but Brent paid little attention to them lifting up his wrist when the guard came around to slap the bracelet that was way out of season. But then something the scientist said made him stop, there was something he said that stood out to Brent as important a name... Wraith. The bane of his existence the reason for all his hatred all his anger, Brent stood up abruptly head still bowed, things were moving, people were glancing warily in his direction people were noticing a difference around him. But he didn't care, it was all meaningless to him the only thing he cared about was revenge.

When Brent turned around he saw two motionless bodies on the ground it was obvious to Brent how they got there. One of the bodies, a female, had a bracelet on it and was being dragged into the common room where everyone else was going, Brent assumed that one could heal itself so he wasn't too bothered by it but there was still another of the floor lying dead. It was all he could do to control his anger, wondering now how many she had killed and how many more she would before she was put down, he made a pact right there that he would keep anymore needless carnage from happening.

He scanned the room she wasn't there obviously she had already made her way into the common room, but it didn't matter they shared the same room so there was no where for her to hide. A grin crossed the young mans face as he turned toward the doorway to the next room over slowly walking towards it, his eyes were drawn to her dark hair and pale skin. Painfully slowly he made his way over to her calm as the sea, when he got to her Brent kneeled down into a crouching position staring at her with his icy blue glare, like daggers. She looked afraid, she should be.

"Hello, I'm guessing you remember who I am, cause I remember you. Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you but I swear if you kill any of these people, if that's even what they are, then I promise you I will finish what I started two years ago," Brent reached out with one hand pulling it out of her face to the rest of her dark hair continuing to glare fiercely. It took all of his self control not to just kill her right then, "And I'll do it as cold and emotionless as you did to him, my dear brother."

With this he forced a smile, stood up and walked into the room on the right and laying down on the on the far right facing the wall.





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Things were moving, but why? Arms. Druggie moved her attention to her arms which were being pulled by more arms, oh yea. But why was it so bright? Lights. Head flopped to one side looking up at a non-floor, ooooh yea. Suddenly the lights got a lot dimmer her world had changed color from white to grey, would it turn black soon? Heck if I know. Druggie frown the next second her face became best friends with the floor and it hurt, the frown deepened. Figuring the worst, the worst being under attack, Druggie decided it be best to take cover so she crawled over to the nearest table and curled up under it hugging her chest.

Everything was moving so quickly and a lot of it she couldn't understand, this wasn't her normal routine this wasn't what she was used to and the truth was that she was feeling a bit scared. All she could ever do was whatever anyone made her do and now that no one was making her do anything she wasn't sure what to do with herself. All she could do was hide and stare blankly off into nothing waiting for the next pull or push from whatever unfamiliar hands that came from the fog around her vision keeping her from seeing things clearly. But for now everything was grey, everything was so grey.

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From her position on the floor Ember watched with growing apprehension as the others came into the common room. She saw Zero begin to rush towards her before falling to the floor. That was when she realised it was Brent. Something about his unsettling cancellation of mutations had caused Zero to collapse. She quickly observed Brent and realised with a shudder that he was looking around. For her. She immediately averted her gaze in vain effort to remain undetected as Reyna declared she'd found the room. After which the young girl came over offering her help and hand.

Ember was about to announce that she was fine, when she saw Brent slowly making his way towards her. Her face drained of colour and Reyna was quickly forgotten. He had a savage smile on his face, and instinctively Ember tried to shuffle backwards only to smash her back against the wall.

Zero called something out from the room, but neither Brent nor Ember responded. As she was enveloped by Brent's own strange mutation she felt her sixth sense desert her and the air was no longer tangible. Distantly she couldn't help but feel relief at the strange feeling. To have no control over life or death, nor to be tempted by the demanding call of the air. Her thoughts were torn from her as Brent suddenly stood over her. Terrified, she tried to keep her expression blank but her eyes were wide and pale and her breaths were coming quick and sharp.

He knelt in front of her causing her to freeze in front of his murderous gaze.

"Hello, I'm guessing you remember who I am, cause I remember you. Don’t worry I'm not going to hurt you…"

Ember didn't believe it for a second. She'd been told that by so many people and none of them kept their word. Beside, his crystal blue eyes said otherwise.

"…but I swear if you kill any of these people, if that's even what they are, then I promise you I will finish what I started two years ago."

His hand suddenly came towards her and she flinched expecting a blow. Instead he moved one of her dark bangs out of her eyes. She would have slapped his hand away if she had any doubt that he would not kill her in retaliation. She could tell he was barely restraining himself, so she held her breath waiting.

"And I'll do it as cold and emotionless as you did to him; my dear brother."

Ember felt numb as he got up and left her. The air once more became a power she could wield and she felt it's weight upon her shoulders. She closed her eyes and leant her head against the wall, trying desperately to keep herself together. She didn't hate Brent. She understood. If she ever got the chance to harm the scientists that had been instrumental in Mia's death, nothing would save them.

Mia. An involuntary tremor ran through her body as she felt the regret of the last two years bubble to the surface. She clenched her fists, re-opening her wounds, as she tried to stop the sudden rush of her numerous victims. After a few seconds she managed to shut down her thoughts. Everyone died. She was merely an instrument to be used by the scientists. There was no point in guilt. How was she supposed to resist even if she wanted to? Besides, as some point it would be her turn to go anyway.

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Reyna didn't know what to do, the new kid, whatever his name was, began to bully Ember almost as soon as he was within her hearing range. They were supposed to be working together, but already their team was falling apart. It was then that the guards came in, the Professor that had introduced this whole thing stood in the doorway as the guards organized around the mutants in order to gather the group. "We're going to start with a little exercise to help... Inspire teamwork. None of you will be allowed to use your mutations, this activity is knowledge based and if you are caught using your ability, your whole team will be punished. Understand?" The room had gone silent, Reyna shifted nervously in the corner she was standing in. Blood manipulation and minor transformation was of second nature; asking her to not use it was like blind folding her and requesting that she find her way home from school.

"Group one, your first exercise will be in lab seven. Group two, yours will be in lab nine, and Group three will be in lab 2." Lab seven; panic struck her once more as she realized what room that was. The maze, the one that zapped your feet if you didn't move fast enough and had traps around every corner. Her breathing became a bit ragged and she sunk against the wall; because Reyna was still young her abilities were harder to control and unintentionally a set of fuzzy kitten ears poked out from beneath her mane of brown hair (now you know where she gets the nickname from) this happened nearly every time her heart rate went above a certain level.

One of the Professor's lap dogs closest to the girl grabbed her by the elbow and pulled Reyna to her feet, pushing her forward and out of the room along with the others. Ember, Esper, and what was his name... Brent? They were her teammates; or so she had thought until Reyna was led down a completely different hall from them. Ivan and Matthaus, the creepy one that spoke in riddles were in the same room as her. "I will not be a burden," The girl whispered to herself, stumbling along on bare feet over the cold tile towards lab seven. The door opened and she was shoved inside with the other three. It was the prep room for the maze; okay this was familiar. Reyna instantly went to sit in the corner, attempting to lower her heart rate. Instead a tail popped out.