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Reyna Wynter

"Please don't hurt me anymore."

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

Description

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ImageNicknames:
Rey, Ree, Reenie, sometimes Evvie

Age:
14

Gender:
Female

Mutations:
Blood manipulation and minor physical transformation.




ImageEye Color:
Her eyes are a startling blue that glow and change depending on her mood.

Hair Color:
Brown, normally it is a mossy green but she dyed it so as not to stand out so much.

Height and Weight:
4'9, 98 Ibs.

Appearance:
Reyna is a tiny thing that weighs as light as a feather with a dangerous ability and a sharp attitude. Her hair is a fluffy brown mess that no matter how hard she brushes, never seems to be an less puffy than a lion's mane. With unique eyes and olive skin, she is the picture of exotic beauty. Her mother was of Brazilian descent, her father an American through and through. Her mutant abilities were passed down through an ancient blood line that had long since been forgotten about.

Other features:
There are two major scars on her stomach, one right next to her belly button and another right under her breastbone. She also has two barcode tattoos, one on her wrist and the other on her neck.

Clothing: Reyna normally wears cute fashionable clothing that are easy to move around in and easy for transformation. Since getting sent to the Military Base, she hasn't been allowed to wear anything except baggy white clothing that don't do much for her figure.




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Personality
Sweet, smart, and adorable are nouns often associated with Reyna. Her smile lights up a room and she has this way of making you feel good about yourself. Of course this is only the outside, on the inside Reyna is really quite lonely. Being a mutant certainly has its disadvantages, she is never wanted anywhere and is persecuted by nearly everyone that finds out. She doesn't let anyone know that it bothers her though, Reyna is always smiling and putting up a front for the benefit of others.
She is delicate, both in body and mind. Despite her... special circumstances and deadly ability, she is not very good at protecting herself and when someone insults her, Reyna often finds it hard to retaliate. She doesn't think she is worth anything, in fact sometimes Reyna would rather she had never been born then have to suffer the fate of a mutant.





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Favorite Color:
Lavender, or Caribbean blue.
Likes:
Sweets || She has a very special affinity for cake.
Sleep || Reyna never gets enough of it.
Rain || She loves rain and especially loves when it freezes in the winter and turns to snow.
Food || Another thing she never gets enough of.
Cute accessories || Reyna is a girl after all.

dislikes:
Brussel sprouts || Just the smell is enough to make her sick.
Worms || Ugh, they disgust her.
Snakes || Just bigger worms.
Needles || Unless they are sewing needles, she hates shots.
Doctors || They bug her to no end.
Herself || She hates that she is a mutant.

Weakness:
Fear || She is often scared to use her ability.
Energy || She has limited amounts of energy and using her physical transformation seems to drain it all to the point where she can't move.
Wrist || There is a chip implanted under her barcode and if you squeezed her wrist hard enough she will go into a temporary state of paralysis.

Fears:
Dark || More what's lurking in it than the darkness itself.
Dying alone || She wants to live her life and find love before she dies.
Killing || It has happened before, she doesn't want to do it again.




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History:
Born to a wonderful family with little knowledge of mutants and their history, Reyna was the first in a long time to inherit her family's cursed blood line. Physical mutation, she could change certain parts of her body to match that of distinct animals and beings. It wasn't so bad, Reyna lived a moderately normal life and would keep a hat and gloves in her backpack in case she couldn't keep her ability in check. She was happy, she had friends, but one day in the school yard, Reyna discovered her second ability. She was in a fight with one of the teacher's over her homework grades when he stopped moving, he just froze like a puppet. She realized soon after that she was controlling him. When Reyna went home and told her parents they freaked out and pulled Reyna out of school; luckily no one had seen her display of blood bending but the staff was suspicious.
They showed up at her home shortly after wearing hazmat suits and carrying handcuffs and sedation tools. Panic got the best of her and Reyna killed two government workers before the others three could wrestle her to the floor and get her out of the house. Reyna was taken the Military Base and has been there ever since, wondering what happened to her family and trying to survive each day. It is not easy being a test subject, especially when one of your worst fears is doctors.




Face Claim:
Ai Shindou || Kyoukai no Kanata

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So begins...

Reyna Wynter's Story

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Character Portrait: Juniper   Powell Character Portrait: Reyna Wynter Character Portrait: Hector Kazuhira Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Ivan Morningstar Character Portrait: Azuma Shuuta
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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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Character Portrait: Juniper   Powell Character Portrait: Reyna Wynter Character Portrait: Druggie Character Portrait: Hector Kazuhira Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Ivan Morningstar
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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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Character Portrait: Juniper   Powell Character Portrait: Reyna Wynter Character Portrait: Druggie Character Portrait: Hector Kazuhira Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Ivan Morningstar
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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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Character Portrait: Juniper   Powell Character Portrait: Reyna Wynter Character Portrait: Druggie Character Portrait: Hector Kazuhira Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Ivan Morningstar
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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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Azuma was following the rest of his group as they were transferring over to their apartments. He let himself trail towards the back of the group, allowing him to have an eye on each of the other individuals. Wraith, or more politely Ember, was one of the mutants he had kept constant tabs on. He knew her well enough to know that an eye should be kept on her at all times. Kitten, Reyna, was someone he couldn't relax around either, wincing as he remembered the blow he had received earlier. However, the third one troubled him the most. Azuma saw him a few times from afar with his projection, but could never get close. He knew relatively nothing about this Brent person and that made him quite uncomfortable.

It didn't take long for something to happen. In fact, he didn't think he'd seen anything go wrong that quickly. Ember had rushed forward and went straight for a door. Azuma saw it coming, the shock coursing through her body. He sped up a bit, being sure to give Reyna a wide berth as he passed her. However, when he walked by the other blond, Brent, he felt a sudden disconnect. He blinked with confusion as his vision suddenly melted into one timeline, the present. He glanced backwards at the other, eyes wide, while still making his way forward. Is this something to do with him..? He thought to himself. What ability is his...?

He continued his brisk pace forward towards the doors, but as soon as he stepped a bit farther from Brent, he felt a sudden rush in his head. It was like a brain freeze magnified by a few hundred times. He dropped to his knees, hands to his head, as his precognitive ability returned at full force. With a small exclamation of pain, he shakily attempted standing up only to drop back down to one knee.

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Ivan & Isaac

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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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After a few seconds on the ground, Azuma's headache had subsided. It was at that point when he noticed the brown haired girl stepping over him and into the rightmost room without receiving a shock. Soon after entering, the girl's voice could be heard, claiming one of the beds as her own. Following that she came back out and walked over to Ember, ready to help her. Of course, he didn't expect help from her anyways.

Getting up on his own, he glanced back at the other male, Brent. He still didn't know what to think of him or what his ability was. He was a blank and that bothered Azuma. He turned away and moved into the room that was deemed safe by Reyna. Looking at the beds, Azuma saw one a bit messed up and figured that it must be the one she had claimed for herself. Moving towards the other bunk, he placed his book on the bed and sat down. It wasn't as spacious as his older room, but that was to be expected.

With a sigh he stood back up and walked out to the other three who would be his roommates. "Well, it looks like two of the beds are spoken for. So, you don't have much choices anymore. Unless you have a complaint?"

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Character Portrait: Juniper   Powell Character Portrait: Reyna Wynter Character Portrait: Druggie Character Portrait: Hector Kazuhira Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Ivan Morningstar
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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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Hector closed his eyes for a brief moment at the young female's words. Hector knew about killing. He felt the guilt of murder, before. He always considered it a necessary cost for the mission at hand. He had decided that his current directive was to make sure as few people got hurt as possible during this special training. So far, with the guard collapsing and one of the twins getting killed by Wraith, things were not going as planned.

Not that Hector had a plan. He often disliked making a plan from the beginning and following it. It was better to steer, than to chart a course and stick with it. The best way to put it is that Hector made plans, but plans change. The situation changed. Things change, and Hector had to anticipate how, and flow with it.

Right now, the change was the thin device placed on his wrist.

An electric device? The first thing in Hector's mind was to make a mental note to disarm it, before he heard why he shouldn't. Torture. Hector had been tortured before. The memory of torture was not one from within the facility. Before that.

Hector closed his eyes again, and let the memory fade, as he observed the blonde newcomer. When Hector and the newcomer got close, Hector felt a very off feeling. As if a relatively light electric pulse was coursing through his body, and the feeling was most intense at the front of his body. Without a word, Hector leaped backwards as quickly as he could. The feeling subsided. Hector had felt an electric current running lightly through his body before, but this time, he realized what it was.

That newcomer. When Hector was near him, he felt an odd feeling on the parts of his body that were closest to the newcomer. Hector had a theory: The newcomer could cancel powers, and was able to cancel the electricity being stored in the front of Hector's body. This caused the electricity in the back of his body to spread to the front, to make up for the electricity lost. Hector's resistance to electricity that conducts through his own body was lost, for a part of his body. that is why Hector felt the electricity as if he was being shocked.

That was it. This newcomer could cancel powers. This was dangerous, especially if he was able to cancel Hector's powers only partially at that moment. The result was Hector's electricity conducting through him. If he cut off someone's powers in the right way, he would be able to turn their powers against them.

And the glare in his eyes seemed to convey anger.

Hector would probably have to be wary of this one, too. Hector began to wonder who he wasn't wary of when he turned to the source of electricity he felt.

It looks like Wraith entered the wrong room. For being electrocuted, she seemed to have taken the pain somewhat well, assuming this is the first time she was electrocuted with such a large shock, for the purpose this shock was for. For simply entering the wrong room, too...

Hector turned at glared at the scientist who gave those rules. Hector's bio-luminescent eyes carried a slight twinge of anger. But just enough to convey a message, given the glare occurred after the shock: You should be glad that I can't harm you right now. When I do harm you, I'll make sure to leave nothing left, you wolf.

And with that, Hector turned back to the doors. The best plan, as evidenced by Wraith, was to wait for someone else to go first. He couldn't use his powers to tell, since there could be any number of counter-measures for that. Not necessarily painful ones, but definitely ones to prevent Hector from knowing which door belonged to which person. Hector tried again, looking around him, seeing the EM currents.

They were overly complicated, and purposefully difficult to read. And they were being switched with different currents the whole time on a seemingly random cycle that Hector saw no repeats of yet, and no correlation between. Simply put, it was impossible to predict which would be which. At least, for a human who didn't have the brain of a supercomputer.

Hector was close to a super-computer, but he wasn't one.

When the young female had landed on her bed, he had come to know how she was like a kitten even more. And Hector knew one of the rooms that weren't his. When Matthaus stepped forward, he watched. This was the moment to decide whether this was the right room or not. Hopefully, Matthaus would not mind a shock if something bad happened. If his heart stopped or entered tachycardia, Hector could resuscitate him with his own electricity. Hector walked forward behind Matthaus and removed his glasses, ready for action.

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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.