Wish ~ Dietrich

Dietrich strode down the hallway, he held a clipboard close to his chest. The hallways were empty, all of the scientists were busy with other experiments, it was the way things worked here at Wish. Although some of the subjects had gone haywire and killed most of the staff, it was unnerving that was for sure, being in the same building as these creatures, not to mention when they had to go near them. Sure the glass says it's indestructible, but you can't help but stand a few feet away. Today though, someone else, a new scientist was to join. God bless their soul. Dietrich neared the end of the corridor and turned right into a sort of reception area, where there was one man sitting down on one of the chairs. They never actually used this room, so the desk was always clear from a person running it. The only time it was used was for new people, they would be told to sit there until someone arrived to show them around. Dietrich had strict instructions to lead the new scientist to lab 3, who knows why, perhaps he was going to meet the man in charge. Mr S as everyone called him, no one knew his first or last name and most people haven't actually seen him here. A mysterious figure which governs Wish from the shadows.

Dietrich looked down at the clipboard in his hand, it had a name written on it as well as a map and the location 'Lab 3' marked out, in case they thought he would get lost. Though, he had been here for 2 years now, a year after they had started up Wish. "Travis Porter?" Dietrich read out the name on the clipboard, believing it would be the name of their new recruit. He then turned around, not wanting an answer from the new recruit, it could of only been him. "Follow me." he said, walking out of the room and back down the hallway.

As they walked down the halls to lab 3, there was sickening sound of screaming coming from a female scientist, followed by a large thud from something hitting the floor. Dietrich stared at the door for a few seconds, clutching the clipboard tight against his chest. He gulped, wondering what was on the other side of the door, but now wasn't the time to be afraid, not when he had to show the new recruit around. He had to be strong and show him that there is no potential danger here and that it's a safe place. Which was the biggest lie Mr S had ever told them. He slowly turned the handle and opened the door ever so slightly before pushing it more open and walking inside, allowing Travis to follow in. The room was filled with desks, with strange coloured liquids in test tubes and beakers, needles and bandages accompanied them. To the side there were small test tubes full of blood, most likely from the subjects, they lay down on the desk next to a microscope. A chair at the desk, for anyone who would be examining the blood samples. Machines surrounded the room, making constant bleeping sounds, one of them had waves on the screen, something much like a heart monitor would have. To the far end of the lab was a tinted glass window, it allowed anyone from this side of it, to see into the room on the other side. However it didn't allow whatever was on the other side, to see in.

Dietrich ran to the glass window, throwing the clipboard on one of the tables as he ran. A woman had fainted on this side of it, he knelt down, making a fanning motion with his hand in order to wake her up. Eventually she came to and stared up at Dietrich in shock, her eyes as wide as saucers. "What happened?" Dietrich asked her, not taking his eyes off the poor woman's face. "Subject 0013." she muttered under her breath before closing her eyes and her head dropping back down onto the floor. Dietrich looked over at Travis before standing up, he looked out onto the room on the other side of the glass, it was empty, all apart from a scientist's body, bleeding from a wound at the neck. He had stabbed himself with his pen and blown a major artery, causing him to just die. Dietrich looked back to Travis, wondering what to do. It was obvious that subject 0013 was still in there, just hiding and someone had to go and find him. He darted in front of Travis and grabbed his arm, pulling him to the door which lead to the smaller room. He quickly checked him up and down to see if there was anything sharp he held, a pen, that was about it. Dietrich swiped the pen away from him before he could ask any questions, he muttered. "Good luck" and turned to the door, opening it swiftly and pushing Travis inside. He shut it even more swiftly and locked it, leaning against it, panting at the effort he had used to do it with such speed. He then proceeded to watch Travis from the safety of the glass window.

It was at that point when the thing known as subject 0013, emerged from the dead scientist's shadow and crawled along the floor like some sort of animal towards the new scientist. It's tail whipping the air, before curling around the dead scientist's body and throwing it against the glass window. The body smashed upon contact and caused the window to be covered in blood, Dietrich no longer able to see what was going on inside. He bit down on his lip and looked at the pen which he had taken from Travis. "God help you."

Dark was sitting down almost meditating but his eye's were open and his ears were alert to any sound of the next room. The Scientist seemed to place some the subject on number, so he could listen to what was happening on 0013 room. He looked around his little prison for a second. Was a medium sized white sterile room containing nothing else than a blanket to sleep in as he had not tried to escape for some time so they allowed him this luxury. There were also some object's, they seemed to test his mind more than his body as most changes has been in his mind. The object's were a white box that was filled with machines to listen and observe as a glass wall did not stop his mind powers and he loved to infiltrate people's mind's. Then there was a book and a doll that he had ripped to pieces just to scare the scientist as he loved to do that, the book was not interesting either. It was filled with child's story's and some live lesson that made Dark sick, it was not thick enough to hide something in and then again, what could he ever hide? Then a scream and Dark focused his ears on the next cell to hear the fun that 0013 or Noir had. "Shadows, our one afflictions of our deeds when the sun of live looks at us. Never leaving or forgiving, as they still are you." He smiled for a second because his skill in sounding wise was increasing, once he had asked for a pen and paper to write it all down but they refused him. Later he found that they would have given him a pen and paper but because he asked they stopped fearing Dark would escape with it. "Have your fun Noir, but always remind your self. Even you have a shadow of your deeds, don't let the master become the slave."

Andrei Orlov came to, ignoring his first insinct to start kicking and screaming. He was in a daze, and couldn't focus on anything in particular. Lights were blinding, he could hear someone talking somewhere around him, but he had no sense of direction and had no idea what they were saying. Andrei closed his eyes, head pounding from all the sudden sensations, and then tried to bring a hand up to his face, but he couldn't move. He tried moving his legs too, but he seemed to be strapped down on some table, like the Frankenstein monster. Only, Andrei couldn't break the straps. What a stupid thing to be thinking about, he thought, shaking his head slowly, Where am I?

Then the memories came flooding back into his mind, and strangely, they were about someone else. Andrei hadn't thought of others for a long time. The memories were about that big bulky boy, Stanislav. Stan-the-slob. It had been a year since Andrei last saw him. The long brown hair, the massive height and size, nearly six and a half feet tall. And what was he doing? The images were blurred, even as memories. Andrei tried to see the mental images better, but it seemed useless. The last time I saw him... Andrei didn't know where that last thought really came from, it was like someone had forced the thought onto him, Was when he was fighting off those Fate idiots. But he couldn't figure out why he was remembering this now. What the hell did some stupid thing from a year ago matter?

He had called him Stan-the-slob for nearly a month, but he still kept following him around. No matter how much Andrei insulted the big, dense guy, he wouldn't run away. He did end up being useful though, committing petty crimes, robberies, getting them food when they were hungry. Andrei planned it all out perfectly, of course, but he didn't actually want to get his own hands dirty. If Stan-the-slob got caught, to hell with him. But he never did. And eventually Andrei's insults started to ring hollow, even to his own ears. He couldn't make himself mean it anymore. To Andrei, Stanislav felt like what he imagined a little brother would feel like. A nuisance in general. Sure, Andrei was the younger one, but Stanislav, or Stas, as Andrei started calling him after that, was not the brightest. Andrei was definitely the one in charge, and so, was more like older brother material.

But not long after Andrei started feeling this way, three idiots in overcoats and hats cornered the duo in an alley, saying that the two of them should give up their petty lives and come with them to a place called Fate. Free food, bedding, shelter. And showers. The last offer had almost gotten Andrei, the first one did get Stas. Andrei could only imagine the thoughts running through Stas' head at the time, 'Food, food! Fooooood!' Andrei turned down the Fate people, then turned and started walking away from them, past Stas, 'Fooooooooooood? Andrei? Andrei!' who followed after Andrei, however reluctantly. But then the Fate guys had attacked, Stas reacted quickly, immediately brawling with all three of them without delay, while Andrei stood there in shock, unable to quite comprehend what was going on.

A sickening crack had brought him to his senses then, making him shake his head wildly and clear the haze from his eyes, just in time to see Stas dropping one of the guys, with his head twisted halfway off. Stas charged at one of the others, and the one he had his back to pulled out a tazer, and shot it right into Stas' back. Andrei's mouth dropped open, he remebered the stupid feeling like it had all happened yesterday, but Stas didn't even fall to a knee. He turned around and connected a fist straight with the tazer guy's jaw, another crack echoing through the alley. Stas' eyes locked onto Andrei's then, and he yelled for him to run away, said he had things under control here, said they would meet up at the usual spot. Andrei had frozen for a moment, Moscow snow piling up on his shoulders, and watched Stas continue fighting, then he turned and ran, as fast as he possibly could, to the usual spot, an old abandoned warehouse with holes all over it's metallic walls. He waited for Stas for two whole days, but he never showed up.

A sickening crack was what had brought Andrei to his senses then, and that familiar sound was what brought him back this time too. His eyes fluttered open, and he turned his head to the direction of the gross noise, but his head was strapped down too, he could barely turn enough to see someone in a white labcoat falling to the ground, head twisted halfway off, but he couldn't see anything else. He heard heavy footsteps, but he couldn't turn far enough to see who it was. Red lights were rotating across the room, an alarm blaring from what seemed like everywhere. A voice came in over the intercoms, a Russian woman, "Subject #0000 has broken out of confinement. Life signs of Dr. Vyorbachev have ceased. Security move to lab seventeen and be on the look out for Subject #0000. Lethal force authorized for subject #0000."

Andrei could only assume that the heavy footsteps belonged to this mysterious Subject Zero, but he really had no idea what was going on. Until he remembered, after two days of waiting for Stas, Andrei left 'the usual place', pretending that everything was normal, pretending he didn't give a damn about Stas anyway, trying to fool himself. A year went by. He never tried to find his old friend, never tried to find a new one. And then, in the middle of the night, he had been cornered in an alleyway again, by three men from Fate. That's how he had been taken here, to the place where Stas must have been brought. Hands gripped onto the straps on Andrei's wrists, and Andrei's eyes opened again, torn from his thoughts, to see bright yellow eyes staring back. They belonged to a creature he had never seen, heard of, or imagined before. It looked mostly human, or like it had been human, but that was just the upper half of it's face, the nose and everything beneath was covered by some strange form of armor. What looked like horns protruded from the man-creature's jaw bones, and came up at a slight curve to about the top of it's head. Then, Andrei's forehead was freed from the strap that had been holding it down, and then his chest, waist, knees and ankles.

Andrei bolted upright, then slid across the table he had been laying on, strangely covered in ice, icesicles hanging down from the edges to the floor. What the hell? he thought, and then he thought the thought out loud after refocusing on the giant that had freed him. Seven feet tall, at least, covered in what looked like armor, but he couldn't see any points where the armor seemed like it could come off, like it was actually a part of the giant's body. Melded onto him or something, like something out of Frankenstein. He was mostly bald, except for a long ponytail-like thing that came off and down from the top of it's head, and over both of his forearms, two jagged bone-like things were sticking out of it's flesh. They had blood on them. The creature walked forward, eyes locked on Andrei, who backed into a corner, stumbling over equipment. Andrei couldn't back up any further, and the creature came within distance, so Andrei swung as hard as he could at the creatures face. It didn't do anything, at least not to the creature, but Andrei's hand felt like it might have broken. Unphased, Andrei swung again, this time at his stomach, again and again, and then a familiar voice came out from behind the mask, "Andrei,"

He froze in mid-swing. "Stas? No way." Stas nodded, but didn't say anything else. "It's really you?" Andrei was in shock, his eyes wide and mouth dropped open as he tended to do when he was surprised. Then security came storming in.

Water Hazard had heard the screams of pain and fear before heading to the spot he had heard it. "Who is this? Show yourself!" said as he readily prepared for a battle.

Travis sat in a chair waiting on who ever it was that was going to give him the tour. He had only been there a few seconds before he pulled out his book and started reading. *I hope I get to meet this mister S. I'm going to punch him strait in the nose."* He thought just as Dietrich walked in and said "Travis Porter?" Before Travis could respond he was cut off with a "follow me." He let out a sigh and put away his book following silently.

As they walked there was a scream, which caught Travis off guard making him jump a bit. When he heard the thud he though *Is someone hurt? A lab incident?* as they ran into the room. He immediately noticed the female scientist laying on the floor and ran to her with Dietrich. It only took him a few seconds to figure out she wasn't hurt and had just fainted, after all he graduated top of his med class. He nodded reassuring as Dietrich looked at him before peering over into the room. His narrowed a bit as he saw the male scientist. He couldn't accurately tell blood loss from here, but it didn't look like he would make it. Travis almost had his nose against the glass as the man passed away and Dietrich pulled him to the door of that small room and patted him down, but before he could ask anything he was pushed into the room. He heard "Good luck." and the door slamming shut. *I just got the shit detail.* Travis thought as #0013 appeared from the mans shadow and trowing the body against the glass.

*God help me* Travis thought to himself. *Ok I have to treat him just like an animal. Show no fear.* He thought. He didn't dare say that out load and anger the creature further. Travis slowly pulled out his book and leaned against the wall. He opened it and continued were he had left off. "Now why would you go and do that?" He asked not looking up from the books pages. He wasn't really asking #0013, it was more of a statement then anything. "I suppose your in this room because they consider you a hazard to there health. What will killing him or me for that matter do other than get you put in an even smaller room." Travis stated kneeling down. "Here is some food for thought." he said putting down his book and sliding it to #0013. The cover read 'Hamlet. by Shakespeare.'

The screams and shouts bounced and echoed down the halls. In some containers, they made their occupants howl a reply, egging on whoever was causing the screams. Some of them did it for the noise.
But in the cell containing 0154, everything was peaceful, or as peaceful as it got around the Wish Centre.
"Again," said a voice over the speaker, though it quavered slightly. Female.
Cell 0154 contained probably the most normal looking specimen they had, a boy of 17, lay in his bunk like he were sunbathing on some private beach, arms behind his head for comfort and ankles crossed.
It was always a mistake to take any of the Wish specimens lightly, which was why only those who were senior members were allowed near Sparky. It wasn't that Sparky was any more dangerous than the others locked in the cells, but more that he seemed the complete opposite. Looking at Sparky, you would think they had this boy confused with someone else.
But on closer inspection, you noticed things around the room that weren't in the others. The rubber seal around the door, the fact that you couldn't let yourself out of Sparky's room with a key-code, but had to be released from someone on the outside. That the whole cell, if you touched it, had an odd texture.
But then, those with experience knew Sparky's powers, knew his weakness and knew that they needed to be careful.
"Jeez, not again," he said, rolling over onto his side, so that the person beyond the mirror had a good view of his back.
"0154," said the strict male tone, trying to sound parental, or at least authoritarian.
"Put the girl back on," said the red head. "Her voice was far cuter."
"0154, this is not a game," said the male voice.
"I can see that. It's boring!"
There was a silent pause and then the female voice spoke again.
"Sparky. please," it said.
Sparky turned his head slightly to glance at the mirror. He couldn't see who was beyond it, but the voice was sweet.
"Only 'cause you asked," he said, moving into a sitting position and stretching.
He stood upon a panel that was not the same as the rest of the room and then pointed at the row of light bulbs. They all went on.
"Happy now?" he said, looking over at the window. "Can I get some TV in here? Seriously I'm dying of boredom. And can't you get the others to quit screaming?"
Sparky spoke, not as if he were a prisoner, but as if he were in a hotel complaining about the neighbours children.
"Noted and unnecessary," said the male, making Sparky sigh. The bulbs went out.
"Thank you," said the female voice and then a hatch opened in the door. It was too small to allow anyone passage in or out, but it did give something better.
"Chocolate? For me?" he said, giving the mirrored glass and grin and a wink. "And some new graphic novels."
There was no noise now from the scientists, but Sparky didn't care. he pounced onto his bed, tuning out the echoes.

Fate ~ Mikhail

The office was badly cluttered with unopened letters, books half open with some of the pages ripped out of them. Mikhail's office was never really used, all of the letters were either bills or other junk mail they would keep getting, if there was any applications in there, they would be lost until they hire someone to actually read all of the letters. However today, Mikhail was using his office, it had been quite around Fate for the past few days, the experiments were put on hold, due to the super-humans being extremely worn out or even unconscious, due to the flurry of experiments the past few days ago. He sat on his chair, leaning back, his feet buried in the letters on the desk, his head covered by a book. The same track of music continued to play in the background, it gave a sort of peaceful atmosphere at first, but after a while it became rather creepy.

"Subject #0000 has broken out of confinement. Life signs of Dr. Vyorbachev have ceased. Security move to lab seventeen and be on the look out for Subject #0000. Lethal force authorized for subject #0000."

Mikhail's sleep was interrupted by a female voice over the intercom. He pulled the book from his bored face and let out a huge yawn, stretching out his arms with the book still in his hands. He then discarded of the book against the wall, it was no wonder most of the books Mikhail owned were badly damaged. He sat up with a frown on his face as he tried to find the little button on his desk which was interlinked to the intercom. He gave up after a little while and stood up from the desk, walking out into the hallway to be met by a swarm of security guards, all a lot taller than him, which he didn't like at all. Luckily they all managed to dodge Mikhail and continued off down the hallways to lab 17, which was the facility where they first gave the new subjects the serum. Mikhail's weary eyes followed the guards until they disappeared around the corner, he then yawned once again and walked down the hallway after them.

As the security burst through the door, they aimed guns at both Stas and Andrei. Andrei was backed up against the wall with Stas towering over him, however the security didn't shoot, they just kept watching them, since Stas had been a failure, it was amazing to see him up and moving around. Mikhail arrived after a few minutes and looked at the crowd of security's backs, their guns ready to fire, apart from their backs, Mikhail couldn't see anything. He grumbled as he pushed his way through the crowd and to the front, his eyes widened as he saw that it was true, Stas, aka #0000, a failed subject, was up and running and now intimidating their new arrival. "Subject 0000, please step away from subject 9001." Mikhail's voice was cold, dark and emotionless, he was serious about everything, although he looked like a child in comparison of height against the security guards standing behind him, their guns still at the ready. Mikhail waved a hand dismissively as the guards gave a confused look, noticing that they weren't yet gone, Mikhail threw a glare at them over his shoulder, which soon got them to leave. He then turned his attention back on the two subjects. "Well then, it seems you two know each other. Because before you, 9001 came here, 0000, never even moved. A failed experiment to say the least."

Stas had turned to face security, with their guns drawn, towering over all of them. He was on the other side of the room, there was no way he could get to them without being shot. That idea hadn't dawned on Stas, who had taken a step towards them and risen one of his arms to serve as a shield. Andrei watched on quietly, knowing that if Stas did anything, he was dead. Surprisingly, security didn't fire on sight, didn't even seem to pay any attention to the dead scientist on the ground, Dr. Vyorbachev. Andrei would have fired if he had stormed into a room with that guy, he was eyeing Stas, in the room. Why did he look like that? What the hell had Fate done to his friend?

Andrei's thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a white-haired doctor, nearly half a foot shorter than Andrei, which wasn't very high. However, Andrei immediately noticed the way Mikhail's presence affected the guards. This doctor was definitely an authority figure here, wherever here was. For some reason, the doctor's eyes widened at seeing them, maybe more so at seeing Stas, but Andrei didn't see why. His appearance shouldn't surprise the doctor, not if he was really an authority figure, so what was so surprising about Stas? "Subject 0000, please step away from subject 9001." The doctor said seriously. Subjects? That's all we are here?, Andrei thought to himself while his eyes narrowed on the doctor. Stas either didn't understand or didn't care about the doctor's commands, in fact, he took a step closer to Andrei, as if he were being protective.

Mikhail waved at the guards dismissively, who seemed confused about leaving the doctor in the room alone with two superhumans, but after he shot a menacing glare at them, they obeyed and quickly filed out of the room. Andrei noticed that three remained just outside the door, watching warily, just in case... In case what? In case we try and fight our way out? Andrei was thinking to himself, fast paced, analytical as always, That'd be stupid... Well, maybe not if Stas goes first. He eyed the armor covering his body, then looked back at the doctor, who resumed speaking now that all the guards were out of earshot, "Well then, it seems you two know each other. Because before you, 9001 came here, 0000, never even moved. A failed experiment to say the least." So, I'm 9001... And Stas is 0000? Stas is nothing?

Stas didn't react, his pure yellow eyes unreadable, but his expression never seemed to change, furrowed downwards as if in a never-ending rage, but Andrei's expression did change, rapidly, from a confused, suspicious look, to a cold, confident, calculating expression. "We knew eachother. Before you brought him here." His eyes narrowed to slits, "Experiments? Aren't you afraid that your so-called 'failed experiment' will rip your head off now that your guards are out there?" Andrei smirked at the short doctor, and though he had no idea, his now azure eyes glittered like ice at sunset.

Dr Joyce looked up from her monitor screen guiltily as the alarm went off. So, 0000 was running around. Wouldn't this be the perfect time to.....?
He eyes fell back on the security camera, which was currently giving live footage of one of the cells, where a very small child was currently fast asleep. She smiled at him warmly, watching as he turned over in his sleep. At least none of this was disturbing Wrath.
She went over her notes again, reading the report on Wrath. She had been assigned, or rather she had ensured she was assigned, to him. He was the child she had lost, the one she couldn't help, but desperately wanted to.
Everyday, the doctors wrote reports on their experiements, taking notes on their finding and their administered chemicals. She read some pages, skipped others, hoping to see something she had missed the last 300 times.

Report by Dr S. Joyce.

October 10th
4666 has been given formula 34, with 3 drops of 559. It was mixed into his cake, which he ate without complaint.

December 12th
We have finally decided on the name Wrath for subject 4666, which I believe suits the gifts he has manifested well. How could anyone, how has seen what he can do, believe otherwise. I believe, a theory I must test, that the same reaction would not be made in a different specimen. I believe that 4666's body, mixed with his age and reaction to stimulus, is what has created this compound.

March 3rd
Tests have shown something wrong with 4666. His body is not rejecting the treatments, but he is still losing conciousness after using his powers extensively. More tests to be done.

April 7th
Tests show cell renewal rate lowering rapidly. 4666's body is having problems repairing itself.

April 26th
Tests are now conclusive. 4666 is slowly declining. Whilst it is, as of yet, only a little, if he continues to work as he does now, we may loose him....



Dr Joyce lifted her hand to her eye, rubbing it slightly. Her Louis, Louis who she had made such a bond with, was going to die.... And no one cared.
Worst of all, she didn't have the heart to tell him, even though she wanted to. Besides, the Fate Facility stated that this was not acceptable conduct.
She looked back to the monitor. What was she going to do?

Dr Joyce looked up from her monitor screen guiltily as the alarm went off. So, 0000 was running around. Wouldn't this be the perfect time to.....?
He eyes fell back on the security camera, which was currently giving live footage of one of the cells, where a very small child was currently fast asleep. She smiled at him warmly, watching as he turned over in his sleep. At least none of this was disturbing Wrath.
She went over her notes again, reading the report on Wrath. She had been assigned, or rather she had ensured she was assigned, to him. He was the child she had lost, the one she couldn't help, but desperately wanted to.
Everyday, the doctors wrote reports on their experiements, taking notes on their finding and their administered chemicals. She read some pages, skipped others, hoping to see something she had missed the last 300 times.

Report by Dr S. Joyce.

October 10th
4666 has been given formula 34, with 3 drops of 559. It was mixed into his cake, which he ate without complaint.

December 12th
We have finally decided on the name Wrath for subject 4666, which I believe suits the gifts he has manifested well. How could anyone, how has seen what he can do, believe otherwise. I believe, a theory I must test, that the same reaction would not be made in a different specimen. I believe that 4666's body, mixed with his age and reaction to stimulus, is what has created this compound.

March 3rd
Tests have shown something wrong with 4666. His body is not rejecting the treatments, but he is still losing conciousness after using his powers extensively. More tests to be done.

April 7th
Tests show cell renewal rate lowering rapidly. 4666's body is having problems repairing itself.

April 26th
Tests are now conclusive. 4666 is slowly declining. Whilst it is, as of yet, only a little, if he continues to work as he does now, we may loose him....



Dr Joyce lifted her hand to her eye, rubbing it slightly. Her Louis, Louis who she had made such a bond with, was going to die.... And no one cared.
Worst of all, she didn't have the heart to tell him, even though she wanted to. Besides, the Fate Facility stated that this was not acceptable conduct.
She looked back to the monitor. What was she going to do?

Subject #0162 - Victoria Groostavo Alipard - Fear

Moans could be heard form a cell in the facility of Fate. Victoria paces around her small cell room, with nothing more then a bed, a small table, and a chair. "So booored..." Victoria groans before letting out another loud moan. Most of the other super humans, like her, where exhausted by the experiments of a few days before, but not Fear. She had a fast recovery rate; this might be due to her lack of a solid body, being a black liquid instead of being made of flesh and bone.

"Subject #0000 has broken out of confinement. Life signs of Dr. Vyorbachev have ceased. Security move to lab seventeen and be on the look out for Subject #0000. Lethal force authorized for subject #0000."

Victoria hears a woman from the intercom. "Subject #0000?" Victoria questions to herself. She then shrieks, "EEEEK! We have a new friend! Shall I go greet him?" Fear paused, "YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH! Let's go greet our new friend!" With that Victoria climbed onto the wall, moved to the air vent, and oozing herself into the ventilation system.

She traveled her way to lad seventeen. She knew the ventilation system well, it had become her primary way of traveling thought the Fate Base. Just her head oozes out of the vent first to get a look at what is going on. Dr. Charter was there, along with a few armed men who where just now leaving the room. Two other people where there, a guy in armor and black haired guy she never seen before. Victoria's head goes back into the vent. She giggles to herself, "Looks like someones in trouble." She then came out of the vent, but still clinging to the ceiling, trying not to be seen. She crawls over to be above Dr. Charter, so that she can hear what they are saying.

Viper sat on the small futon she had been given for her good behavior, when she heard screams. Viper sighed and shook her head as she fucused her mind in on Noir and what he was doing. She saw what he was seeing and shook her head even more. 'Its a matter of time before they-' she thought as there was a beep and a scientist came in through the machanical door. It was the same doctor that usually came for her. She didnt remember names, but she knew it was the same person from the "voice".

'0003 you are needed in lab #3. Follow me.' the doctor thought, not even bothering to say anything, knowng she would hear it.

Viper nodded and followed obediently after the person, all the way to lab #3. The door was opened as she walked into the room. She saw Dietrich leaning against the door and the glass window stained red with blood. "Hello Mr. Dietrich....what am I needed for sir...?" she asked, but already knew why her assistance was needed.

"Do you even know where we are going, hell do you know where we are?" Blood asked his sister, Illia - or rather Marionette as this place or she had deemed herself, he wasn't sure which one. As he looked at her, he couldn't help but let the hatred for the people in this place build up inside. His sister, even if they got out of this place, would never, ever lead a normal life. Someone who literally looked like a life sized doll bought from a toy store could never fit back into society. Her whole body had ball joints, like dolls or plastic art models. Even he could get away with pretending to be normal should they ever get out of this place, wherever it was, but not her. Blood punched the wall next to him, leaving an indentation of his fist, and leaving cracks in the wall around it. He felt defeated, it was ever so frustrating. He stood there with his face towards the ground, mentally cursing the monsters who dare touch his sister, as if they could hear him.

"Remi, what are you doing? Pay attention!" Marionette snapped at her brother. The two of them could not afford to let their emotions get the best of them now, not when they were in the middle of breaking out of this hellhole. Or at least that's what the plan was. It had been easy enough to get out of their individual rooms. Marionette took control of the staff, and her brother used acid and melted his room away. How the staff had been stupid enough to put them next to each other, was beyond the both of them. Marionette looked down on the floor, at the miniature dolls in which she had summoned, all in which mimicked her own appearance. She had four of them out right now, two strength dolls, one agility, and one defensive magic. Next to the little dolls, lay several bodies of what could be assumed to be security, neither dead but just temporarily out of commission so to speak. The same could not be said for the body next to her brother, whom had been slowly killed by acid, and was not a pretty sight. Or at least what was left of him.

Marionette could hear people speaking over the intercom, people unaware of their current standing. "I think we are relatively in the back of the building, it shouldn't be long until more come and some alarm sounds however." She looked over at her room, the door wide open, and then the room next to it, which had no walls left at all, and half of the inside contents were melted. Marionette waved her hands a few times, creating five life sized dolls along side her tiny ones. They also mimicked her own appearance. Long red hair, red-violet eyes with stars inside, pale skin, a white gown, bare feet. Her brother was dressed in the clothes he had from the day they had been kidnapped. Black baggy pants, a chain on the side, black boots, and a black hoodie. Blood looked up at his sister with a look of worry on his face, something he would only express towards her. Everyone else in here could die for all he cared. "This shit isn't going to be easy." he said. In his hand was a blood scythe, which literally had been created from his own blood. He squeezed it tighter, making it twice the size of before. Unlike his normal scythe, because of the contents of his blood this was more dangerous and did more harm. It had an acidic feeling and a poison affect.

Unlike her brother Marionette didn't have a weapon she skillfully used, though she did have a handgun she grabbed off one of the guards. Because of so, some of her dolls now had handguns a well. The rest of them, had scythes, her brother having let her hold it while she summoned. Marionette didn't know what was outside of this place, but she didn't care. She was not going to be used as someone's lab rat, someone's weapon, someone's doll. And her brother, her brother was not even the same person anymore. He was not that happy, carefree, friendly boy he used to be. At the same time, he was more like his sister now, though a bit colder, more serious. She was happy however, that his affection towards her remained - even if he seemed not to care about the rest of humanity. "I am going to guess there are a ton more guards around here, and the assholes who did this to us, the must be walking around here also." she wondered where the ones who were speaking over the loud speaker were located, if only for a moment.

"You're not allowed to die, okay?" she heard from beside her, only to see her brother staring off into oblivion. "Same to you, if you die, I'll come to heaven or hell and kick your sorry ass." the both of them snickered for a moment. They both then proceeded walking through the halls with the utmost caution, seeing that many security officers were patrolling the area, and the number was only increasing. "We're going to need a fucking army." she mumbled. "It's not necessary" her brother said. "Oh? I guess not then." Marionette waved her fingers, and motioned one of her miniature dolls forward, as she and her brother hid behind one of the walls. The dainty looking little doll walked up to one of the guards. "Hello." a tiny little voice said. The guard then turned around looking a bit confused, however, proceeding to draw his gun, as did the surrounding security, shooting at the doll. The doll then created shields around herself, and reflected the bullets in another direction, a few of them hitting the guards, but nothing fatal. "Someone must have broken out! Everyone -" But before he could finish, Illia and Remi came out from behind the wall, Remi - or blood in full assualt.

The guards immediately opened fire at him, only for them to miss each time. The miniature doll shielding him from harm. The doll then joined by the rest of the miniatures, though the life sized dolls still by Marionette's side. Blood hacked and slashed at all of the guards, leaving puddles of blood on the ground, bodys, and blood spatters on the wall. He wanted to make them suffer, so before he killed each of them, he would slice off an arm, a leg or something that would cause excruciating pain. But their loud screams and cries for help only drew more attention, more staff running towards them now. "Fuck Remi what are you doing!?" Blood ignored her for a second, "Tch." he said, before looking down the hall at the people running towards them. "It will never end if we keep this up." Marionette said, stepping over the bodies, and bringing her dolls with her. "We don't have a choice." her brother said. "Bring more out." Marionette nodded, but looked at her brother for a moment. "Hand me your scythe for a second, hurry. Blood tossed his normal scythe to her, which had been on his back, as she quickly summoned five more dolls. Each of them, holding a scythe and looking like her brother. "Take it back now." she said tossing his scythe at him. "That's not amusing Illia." he said. "They look just like you, and your clothes are long enough to cover any part of them that looks like a doll."

They had their own little army, all of which looked like themselves. Marionette and her brother ran the opposite direction, realizing the security guards all seemed to come from certain areas. "What about the other experiments?" her brother said as they ran. "What about them?" his sister said back. The both of them hated relying on other people. But they both seemed to wonder what the commotion would cause. Every now and again bullets could be heard, from both sides. The bullets of the security guards, and the bullets from Marionette's dolls. Two miniature dolls sat on her shoulders, facing backwards, creating shields to block the bullets, the life sized dolls run beside her and her brother, and the miniature ones behind her. A few times, a small one would be killed, and she would summon them again. It was the good thing about her dolls, they never eternally died. As they ran, what came into view was what looked to be scientists. One seemed to have been killed, no fainted. There were two other scientists as well, one was shoved into a room, the door slamming behind. "Remi.." Marionette said, worried. "Just kill them, they are the same as the guards." Marionette looked at her brother, it was the scientists who did this to them, they were obviously more capable of harm then the idiots that were chasing after them.

In their time of slowing down, the remaining security caught up with them. All of them with weapons drawn. "Shit." her brother mumbled. In that instant, shots rang out from both sides, and blood spattered against the walls beside them.

Subject #0249 Olivia Heart - Raven.
In her confinement room which does not allow intercom announcements to reach incase of distraction to subjects trusting understanding of standing.

Olivia sat quietly obedient in her white plastered room at a stainless white desk she had been kindly provided. She looked around the small confinement feeling like she had returned to her past, the time when she was young and would sit alone in the libary of her parents mansion. She felt something inside her as she recalled the past, she didn't understand what it was she felt, maybe it was loneliness? maybe it was sadness? Either way her face remained motionless void of emotion as she had no idea how or what it was she should express.

Moving her gaze she looked at three small solid white balls on the desk, due to her 'good' behaviour she was allowed to have them as toys for her to play with, of course, she only had good behaviour because she was naive enough to trust the words she was told by the scientists. She didn't grow up learning to be careful of deciet or harm, she had been pampered to accept that others shared her veiws in always telling the truth and helping others.
She had been raised to become a naive fool easy to manipulate and trick for other use.

Most people would have rolled the white balls around, played catch with them or even juggled. Instead, Olivia focused her mind wanting them to do a specific actions. Just as she was foolishly obedient to peoples lies, the three balls were obedient to her whim as they rose in the air and began to juggle all on their own. Olivia felt a little less bored when they did as she wished, and pleasent feeling overcame her as she used her power of controlling matter to pass the time she sat alone in the white room.

However, disturbing her everyday routine her door clicked and clacked the locks undone as it screeched open pushed by the hand of a scientist she didn't recognise, then again she didn't recognise many in this place. The man dressed in white stood in her doorway with two others behind armed as usual for her safety as she had been told.
Olivia looked up plainly not talking as she knew they wanted or they wouldn't be there the three balls still juggling themselves in the air.
"We have some tests to do on your health Raven, come with us" the scientist spoke lax moving out of the doorway as he chose to head first down the hallway confident Olivia would follow.

Olivia stood without a word, the chair she sat on pushing back as she careless stepped out of the room she had been confined to for her own sake as she had again been told. The two men armed with stun guns followed behind her as she stepped down the hallway knowing the entire layout of the place she stayed in as her mind constantly evaluated the matter around her.
As they travelled it wasn't long untill they came upon a room where three other men armed stood outside of, Olivia wondered if they were there to collect someone else to help with their health.

The two men who were escorting her looked at each other then one spoke "wait here for a moment" walking ahead of her to speak to the others outside the room leaving her in the hallway.

Olivia glanced around, she heard a noise in the room being blocked as she cocked her head, she was curious as to what lay in there. Looking back at the guards whose back was turned to her she stepped forward towards the rooms wall. She normally was obedient to what they wanted of her, but she saw no danger to her health if she peeked inside the room to satisfy her curiosity.
Concentrating her mind again she made the walls matter before her suddenly melt, the molecules jittered so much that they bended to her will crumbling silently to make a passage way for her. Though from the otherside it was probably obvious.
As Olivia stepped through she saw three people, a scientist she knew, another person she didn't and a boy whos appearence was molded in metal. She bowed her head when she saw him. She had been asked a few times to evaluate his matter by the scientists, she had never been able to recieve much response from him. After that she often spoke to him to pass the time when she was allowed though she doubted he had heard a thing.
"Your matter is active now #0000." she spoke without much feeling stating what she saw but inside a relief flooded her "I am glad." she noted aloud looking at the new boy she did not recognise.
She then saw the table with frozen ice dripping from its surface and compared it with the glaze colour of the boys eyes. "I see you are also unwell" she said her tone soft, she had been told that their powers were from nuclear poisoning where she had stayed on the streets. And that when she had awoken on a table similar to the one before her because they had caught the problem intime to 'operate' on her saving her life and that they had to keep her there so she wouldn't contaminate others and so they could monitor her health keeping her alive from the radiation poisoning.
She believed everything they said foolishly.

Noir/Dietrich

Dietrich looked behind to see that a few scientists had brought Subject 0003, aka Viper. She was the only one who Noir would seem calm around, she always spoke to him and brought out his more human side. "It's about Noir," he turned back to look at the glass, still unable to see anything which was going on in there. "He insists on causing trouble, possessing our workers and causing them to kill themselves." Dietrich let out a long and deep sigh, he was a little angry with himself for sending the newbie in there. He would probably also be killed, and only on his first day as well. But that's what Dietrich thought he had to do, why else would he need to bring him to lab 3? He looked back to Viper and sighed once again, motioning at the blood stained glass. "We sent someone else in there, but I cannot see what's going on. I'm a little afraid of what's going to happen to him. Since you always seem to connect with Noir, perhaps you could..." Dietrich stopped there, he didn't want to seem like he was pleading, they were supposed to think of the Super-humans as lesser objects, not asking them for their help. He puffed out his chest a little and took a deep breath before speaking again, this time in a more demanding tone. "Subject 0013 has suffered an injury on his right leg, it seems that a nail has gotten lodged in his skin, even though it is durable and not bleeding...it seems to have agitated him, we sent scientists in there to try and help him but as you can see, he wasn't going to have any of that. Now what we need you to do is go in there and calm him down, so we can get the nail out from his leg. Perhaps get some blood samples when we are there..."

Noir just stared at Travis as he spoke, none of the words really sank in so he didn't really understand. Travis bent down and slid a book over to him, Noir flinched back slightly, he hand't ever been given a book before and he couldn't remember what they looked like. He rose from the ground slightly, so it looked like he was crouching. Picking up the book he stared at the cover then opened it, pulling the pages to turn them, however they just got ripped on his claws. Seeing that the amusement would fade quickly from the book, as he never meant to rip the pages, he looked back to Travis. Getting on all fours again and crawling closer to him, causing him to back up against the wall. Noir's tail whipped furiously as he let out a hissing sound, however something caused him to stop. The light reflected on Travis' glasses, causing them to shine, it amused Noir greatly. This was obvious when his tail wrapped around the arm of the glasses, pulling them from Travis' face and into Noir's open palms. He plopped back onto the floor, stretching his legs out as he examined the glasses in his hands, moving them slightly to catch the glint from them.

Fate ~ Mikhail

"We knew eachother. Before you brought him here." His eyes narrowed to slits, "Experiments? Aren't you afraid that your so-called 'failed experiment' will rip your head off now that your guards are out there?"

A cunning smile escaped Mikhail's lips, which was rare in his case, he was usually so indifferent to even smile at anything, happy or for other reasons. His eyes seemed to wander slightly to look above him as a person seemingly made of black ooze stuck against the ceiling. "I need to get your cell fixed don't I, subject 0162?" he now tilted his head back slightly to look closer at Fear who was on the ceiling, most likely came from the air-vent. Being the leader of Fate, it was common knowledge to know of every subject and their abilities. Although, he couldn't not have an air vent in Fear's room, it would cause her to die from no air. "Why don't you come down here? As I can see you're still energetic, always the first one to recover aren't you?" his smile faded as he was interrupted by the sound of the door being opened. His tilted his head back more until he could see some guards letting in Raven, or subject 0249 as she was also known. He looked at them, upside down for a moment before putting his head back forward and turning around to face her. "Ah subject 0249, I didn't call you hear, but I am glad you have decided to show up. Although, I must look into the matter of who gave that order..."

"Your matter is active now #0000." she spoke without much feeling stating what she saw but inside a relief flooded her "I am glad." she noted aloud looking at the new boy she did not recognise.

Mikhail looked back over his shoulder at Stas and Andrei. "You hear that?" the smile once again appearing on his lips, he twisted himself around and strode over to them. Looking up at Stas then behind at Andrei, who was still on the ground. "Because of you, subject 0000 is now active and we can put him to work." his smile faded as he turned his back to them and motioned for some of the guards to come in. "Take Subjects 0249 and 0162 back to their rooms. And bring me a team of scientists, we aren't yet finished with 9001 and testing will need to be conducted on the now active 0000." The guards saluted, their rifles still in the other hand and gripping them tightly, unlike Mikhail, they were a little afraid of the super-humans. They lead Raven out of the room, whilst the others waited for Fear. Mikhail span around to look at his two new fighters. The tone he now spoke in was cold, dark and emotionless, however there was a tiny hint of excitement in his voice. "Welcome to Fate."

Andrei and Stas followed Mikhail's gaze up to the ceiling, to see what appeared to be a girl made of some sort of strange black goo. Stas still didn't react, his expression unchanged, eyes glowing brightly, but Andrei's face showed shock, confusion, and maybe a little fear. He wasn't afraid of the girl particularly, he was afraid of what he might turn into after staying here with that damned doctor. Andrei made a mental note of the doctor calling the strange slime-girl subject 0162, and then dropped his gaze upon hearing the door to the room opening. Guards came in, followed shortly by another girl, pale and wearing black. Andrei also took note of her designated number when the doctor said it, and Stas' eyes locked onto her as soon as she came in.

"Your matter is active now #0000." She said somewhat indifferently to Stas, but her next statement was unexpected to Andrei, "I am glad." Andrei's eyes narrowed in his fashion, wondering if she was some kind of decoy to make them drop their guards to the doctor.

Stas, unable to change his facial expression, simply nodded at Subject 0249 and said in his deep voice, "I remember." And that was all, it seemed to strain him a lot to say just two words, as if the part of his brain that controlled speech wasn't connected in the way it was supposed to be. But he did remember her, on the edge of his consciousness, she was the only person he had been aware of, the only thing he had been aware of for the past year, until Andrei came.

"You hear that?" the smile once again appeared on the doctor's lips, and he twisted himself around and strode over to them. Looking up at Stas then behind at Andrei, who was still on the ground. "Because of you, subject 0000 is now active and we can put him to work." Andrei's mouth dropped open, his mind racing from what the doctor was saying. Mikhail ordered the other two subjects away, escorted by several guards each, then went on, "And bring me a team of scientists, we aren't yet finished with 9001 and testing will need to be conducted on the now active 0000." Testing? What the fuck!? It creeped out Andrei a little, the way this short little doctor regarded them. "Welcome to Fate." The last words were cold, dark, and insidious. Andrei would have shivered if he hadn't been steeling himself so much against Mikhail for the entire time they'd been in contact.

Stas, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected by the words and the man, in fact, he wasn't even paying attention to Mikhail, just gazing around at the room absent-mindedly, as if he just realized where he was. Andrei furrowed an eyebrow at his behaviour, thinking, O...kay? before focusing his attention back on the doctor. "What are you talking about? What is this place? Why'd you kidnap us? What the hell do you want?" Each question was more intense than the last, until the last one was almost a shout.Andrei didn't like the idea of being used like this, and he didn't like the idea of Stas being used either. Not that he'd admit it...

"Yes sir, as you wish..." Viper replied and waited for the guy who walked her in to open the door to let her in. "By the way, he is still alive. I hear two hear beats..." She added before she was given a "slight" shove through the door which caused her to stumble into the room. Before she could even catch herself, the door was quickly closed behind her. Viper looked around, seeing how bad the situation was. There was a dead body, a scientist that was definetly alive, and Noir, who was being kept busy by what seemed to be the doctors glasses. 'Could be worse...at least he didnt torture the poor human...' she thought.

'Noir why are you causing them problems...? They are only trying to help...' Viper sent the thought to Noir. She walked over to the dead body and grabbed his white coat then walked over to the window. Viper began trying to wipe the window clean, it worked at first but then it started to smear, it also didnt help that she wasnt that tall to begin with. She sighed sadly then gave up and sat by Noir. Viper gentally took the glasses from him so his attention would be on her. "How did the nail get into your leg...?" Viper whispered. "How much pain are you in...?" Viper glanced at his leg quickly, seeing how bad the damage was. It didnt look to bad, but then again she wasnt a docter and the thoughts going through Noirs head didnt make it sound like it was nothing.

Water Hazard was sitting in his imprisoned cell, in the middle of a conversation with a scientist talking through a speaker, they were trying to get him to explain the details of his powers and how they work, but he was persistently not giving a real answers. "Listen, smartass if you don't give us all the details of your abilities for our report, my employee's will smash you into pieces!" Water Hazard smiled. "That's what she said. The only smashing that happens around here is your wife in bed last night." The scientist yelled out in rage at that statement, then gave one of his guards a large cleaver to stab Water Hazard with. "If anyone asks, #0416 tried to kill you and escape so you had to kill him in self defense."

The Guard nodded "I expect a raise for this one." he said as he left the room and went to #0416's containment cell. "Change of plans kid, Wish has decided they would be better off without snot-nosed punks like you!" he then charged at #0416 and sliced him in half. "Weird, I thought there would be more blood, oh well."

"That's because that didn't even hurt me."

The Guard was shocked, "Who the hell was that?". Water Hazard laughed, as he had his head resting on his hand with his elbow on the ground, his lower body quickly regenerated to him and he stood up. "I guess you didn't know I could liquidize myself and reform." He then absorbed water from the air into his right arm and punch the guard in the stomach with enough force to knock him into the wall. "Enough of this "#0416" crap, I am Water Hazard. Remember that as you die."

He then picks up The Guard's cleaver and stabs him with it, causing him to scream in pain. After that he had left on the run from more guards that would be heading his way.

Fate:
Burn was sitting on the cold white floor of his cell. He held his hand out and started his hand on his hand. Burn look to the left of his cell and saw that there maining scientist of Fate were scribbling fraticly on what he was dong. He gritted his teeth, Burn found it annoying that the simple task he was doing was actually so important. He smiled devilishly as an idea came to him, "watch this." Burn held his other hand and sent a searing flame out toward the scientist, luckly they were protected by a fire proof barrier.

On of the scientist let out a loud yelp as the flames slammed agaisnt the barrier, the others had jumped back away from the barrier. He laughed at there stupidity, humans were foolish creatures. He only stayed in the cell cause he hadn't thought about anything fun he could do.

The idotic scientist were now looking for security that had just arrive, they yelled about what he did and opened his gate. They came at him with fire extinguishers, which if they had used there brains they would'ev remembered his wings. Burn quickly unfurled his wings then turned the feathers diamond hard and spun at the guards, the extingushers had no effect on him. The three guards flew into the glass barrier slaming they're idoitic heads into it and passing out.

Burn wallked to the passed out guards and grabbed the three of them by the collars of they're uniforms, the scientist had run away when the guards were defeat it. He walked to the entrance into his cell and threw the trash out, he didn't want human filth to dirty his clean cell.

Olivia was faintly surprised to see #0000 bow his head and answer her with "I remember.". She had been sure that the silly trivil she spoke about wasn't heard but relaxed the slight unconcious tension in her shoulder when he did, she hated seeing people in such miserable states as #0000 had been, that was why she tried her best to cheer people up.

"Because of you, subject 0000 is now active and we can put him to work." The scientist Mikhail said apparantly rather happy by the look of the smile on his face. If she did show emotion she would have been furrowing her eyebrows right now, what did Mikhail mean work? If the people here were under observation for radiation sickness why would they be put to work?
However before she had a chance to ask she found herself inbewteen two guards loaded with stun guns and to her surprise they gripped her arms tightly making her feel uneasy as she was taken to the doorway.
She didn't like it, she didn't like them forcing her like this.
If she had to leave could they not have just asked her too?
After all she does believe everything they tell her.

As though atune to her emotions in her mind her power suddenly took effect on its own, the matter of the two guards hand suddenly exploded as the muscle burst blood all over her arms and the guards hysteric shriek bellowed as they clutched their hands releasing her.
Olivia felt her heart quicken as she panicked inside seeing the blood on her though her face remained calm at all times, if you looked closely you may have seen her hands shaking slightly in reaction the emotions that tumbled inside her. What had she done? was that her? Blood... she had caused someone else to bleed, someone who was trying to help her and her illness... she had told herself to help others and protect them... not hurt them like this!

Suddenly she was surrounded by a serious of guards with stun guns all watching her fear laced in their eyes... oh no.. she had caused others to fear her.. that wasn't what she wanted. Turning around as though calm and indifferent to the situation around her she walked forward to the table which had ice on as the guards skeptically opened up for her terrified they would be her next victim.
Holding out her hand over some ice she concentrated her mind, the matters molecules suddenly began to melt and refreeze into something completely new as they were molded to her liking. Then leaving it on the table she turned to face #0000 and the boy she didn't know ignoring Mikhail as she didn't care much for him after her put her into such an easy situation her heart still thumping hard out of panic for what she had done and disgust at the blood which still lay on her arms.
"A welcome gift" she nodded to the two boys feeling it was something she should do hearing the boy she didn't know was new and that #0000 had activated. She always felt giving gifts was a good thing.
Walking away she left the ice carving of a raven on the table for the two as she left the room hesitantly walking down the hallway some guards filling in behind her nervously making her begin to hate herself even more.

There was a sharp tap on Dr Joyce's office, which made her jump and put the file down quickly.
"Enter," she said, trying to compose herself, surprised as the guards entered. "Is 0000 still running around?"
The lead guard shook his head. "He is with Dr Mikail."
Of course, thought Joyce. He liked to be in the thick of things.
"Then what is it you want?" she said coldly.
"The Dr requests....."
"There is a team of doctors in the labs," she said, her tone strict and icy. "I am in my office processing. Use your brain man and go there."
The guards looked at one another carefully, then left in search of others. Of course, she should have gone with them, but she saw her development as far more important than testing a new subject. She was the lead on the child called 4666. She had no intention to of letting him down.
"Wha.... what's going on....?" came the voice, and she spun to her monitor to see Louis begining to wake. She wished he had slept longer. when he slept, Mikhail couldn't make them do as many tests, in theory anyway. At night they often pumped the subjects full of chemicals.
Grabbing her clip board and key-card, she slipped from her office and went down to the small cell, grabbing a tray of breakfast as she did.

Wrath, real name Louis, number 4666, rubbed his eyes sleepily as the door to his cell slipped open and grinned when Joyce appeared.
"Steph," he said with a sleepy smile.
He didn't like he other doctors, who spoke in clipped tones and called him by his number. Steph always called him Louis, or Wrath. He didn't mind Wrath, though he thought it more Raph like Raphael, his favourite Teenage Mutant Turtle. Steph let him watch this sometimes, when he was good.
Louis knew that he was sick, very sick. That was why he was in the hospital, with all these doctors. He could do strange things that he hadn't been able to do, but he guessed it was like X-men, some people had funny gifts that happened when they got to a certain age. He knew that x-men was a Tv show.
"How are you feeling?" said Joyce gently, proffering the tray to him.
"Sore," said Wrath. "I don't like all those needles."
Joyce nodded. "I know, but they're good for you."
It broken her heart when he nodded, his trusting face looking to her for guidance. Joyce could have told him that he could jump from a building and be fine and Wrath would believe her. Maybe he needed to believe her. She needed to believe the lies.
She watched him eat his food, the tap of the spoon the only sound between them. Once finished, she took the try.
"I'll be right back," she said, taking the tray from the room.
"Dr Joyce?"
She looked up to see one of the guards, another thug for the Fate Facility.
"Yes?" she said coldly.
"We are to take 4666 to the labs."
"He's only just awoken," she said, dismissively. "Turning from him."
"It was not a request."
She turned to say something to him, when she saw 2 guards go into Wrath's room. They brought him out, one arm held by each guard.
"He's only just woken," said Joyce, protesting and trying to get to Wrath, who's eyes were wide, looking to her for reassurance. "Let him digest at least."
"Stay back ma'am," said the guard, turning and accidentally knocking into Joyce, who had been trying to follow and stumbled against the wall.
"Don't hurt Steph!" shouted Wrath and suddenly the floor began to shake.
Joyce looked at it, then at the guards. He was trying to bind something to him, and the only things attached to him was the floor and the guards, who were trying to let go and screaming. The floor was protesting but she knew it wouldn't last long. Soon the guard would be mangled.
She saw the leader raise his gun.
"Wrath," she said quickly, pushing the gun away and moving in front of the leader, crouching down and opening arms and smiling at him. "It's okay. I just fell. I'm alright. Come here."
Her tone was sweet and gentle, despite the room shaking and the screaming.
"Wrath, come here."
The room began to calm, the guards pulled themselves from the grip of the boy, staring with disbelief at their hands, red and sore. But Wrath didn't notice. The room stopped shaking and he ran into her open arms, feeling safe as she lifted him like a child.
Joyce knew this was against protocol, but she would get away with it. When it came to Wrath, no one could get him to do what she could.
She turned on the lead guard, her eyes narrowed and her voice venomous.
"You nearly killed two of your own men," she said. "What is your name?"
"Benton," he said, standing up straight and trying to look like a man who knew only how to take orders.
"Benton, I'm guessing you've not been here long, so let me make this clear. You do that again and I will lock you in with Fear."
The guard took two step back. She paused and turned to glare at the other two guards, who shrunk from her sight.
"Go to the room 6c and get yourselves sorted out, and make this a lesson," she said, walking boldly with Wrath in her arms, curled safely, walking toward the lab.
It was hard to know who was scarier. Wrath might accidentally cause problems, but it was obvious that Joyce was a woman not to be messed with. The look she had given Benton, he believed she would do as she said.

Sparky looked up from his perch
"God, can you guys not keep the mental patients around here quiet?" he said with a sigh, standing up.
"Be quiet, 0154," said a strict male voice, but he could even hear the fear in his.
He grinned.
"Hazard," he shouted, though he didn't know if he would be heard. "Stop playing with your food. This isn't meals on two legs you know!"
He grinned, knowing full well that Water Hazard wasn't about to eat anyone. Kill, yes, but he wasn't an animal.
Sparky sighed, looking at the mirrored glass and sorting out his hair. He couldn't see beyond it, not even by pressing himself against the glass, so instead he used it for a mirror.
There was silence from the other side of the glass. The doctors must have gone away, or they were talking beyond the glass. You could only hear so much, mostly screams and shouts, mostly from guards and scientists.
"Nice talking to you!" he announced to the glass, wondering if they were still thee and what was happening. It was boring being cooped up.

Water Hazard was running down a hallway, thinking he had lost the guards. When he made his next turn he had been mistaken, seeing a scientist in the middle of a group of guards all holding M4's. "This is as far as you go." said the scientist, the same one who he had angered before. "Back to the containment room or death right here, what's it gonna be?"

Water Hazard paused for a moment "Hmmm, how's about...neither one?"

All the guards opened fire on him, filling him up with somewhere around 30 bullets. Water Hazard wobbled around and took a few steps in different directions. "We got him." said one of the guards. Water Hazard then laughed as he had only played along to that. "Sorry for taking these, here you can have them back!" He then shoots the bullets that had been shot at him back to the guards, killing them and injuring the scientist.

"Y-you bastard!" The scientist yelled in pain. Water Hazard walked up to him and took out a key-card from one of his pockets, this is used to unlock all other containment rooms. "I am really enjoying my new freedom, but why should I have all the fun? Don't worry, some of your friends will also join in on this." He said as he left to the room containing #0154.

Water Hazard scanned the card and unlocked Sparky's door, "Today's your lucky day."

Travis sighed and pulled out a second pair of glasses, putting them on. "You like those huh? You can keep those." Travis said with a smile. *I wander when their going to come in and me* He thought. He wasn't afraid he was just ready to get out of the small room and away from the body. Travis walked to the window and whiped the blood away so they could see he was alive. He then motioned it seemed safe to open the door.