Repercussions (CHAPTER TWO)

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* He watches it all with a detached glance, his dark obsidian orbs flickering back and forth from screen to screen. A vague sense of satisfaction eats its way into his decayed inner core, as he sees his guards step up their attack into Level 3 mode. Lethal force has not only been authorised, it has in fact been encouraged and a sick grin creases the corners of his bottom lip as his flickering eyes stop to watch the scene in corridor 14 unfold.


Tanasha, Athalia and Chayne are running down the hall when they literally crash into a group of at least twenty guards coming their way. While most of the guards quickly surround the trio, a small Asian lady wearing a crisp light tan suit smiles at them sweetly while standing in front of them. Although her smile is serene and she bows her head slightly in a gesture of respect, her dark almond shape eyes glint with a sinister malice. She is highly trained in all areas of marital arts and as the Tower watches her work he chuckles as he suspects even Bruce Lee himself would be no match for his most recent employee. As she launches into an impressive display of chops, kicks and punches aimed at each of the trio in turn, it would be a miracle if all three were to escape injury.

Although the other guards appear to do nothing more than surround Tanasha, Athalia and Chayne, at least two of them have removed a small, long black tube that resembles a ballpoint pen. Raising the tube to their mouths, they begin to blow quickly in short quick breaths. Poisoned darts are shot at the three patients, narrowly avoiding the Asian lady who ducks and avoids the darts expertly while still managing to deliver a formidable attack. If the darts find their mark, the victim will automatically be succumbed with a high hallucinogenic agent that causes uncontrollable muscle seizures and in some cases, an induced coma. As more than a few patients have died from such a drug, The Tower had ordered for its usage to be ceased, except for extreme circumstances. He had only had to use it once this year, when one of the patients Josh had nearly succeeded in escaping, earlier in the week. It had incapacitated the patient so well in fact that Josh had been in a catatonic state ever since.



The Tower’s dark eyes flicker to the screen that shows Josh strapped to a bed in a bare, barren white room. Although he appears asleep and in no danger of escaping, the Tower isn’t taking any chances. The restraints, as well as the guard at the door combined with the fact that his brain appear to have completely checked out of his head, all suggest that for now at least the Tower can focus his energies elsewhere. Flickering his eyes back over the other screens, he fails to see Bianca walking slowly down one long empty hallway that will eventually lead her to Josh’s guarded room.



Jewl is raising fire in one corridor and the Tower watches with interest as he changes personalities and converts the fiery floor to ice, leaving the guard immobilised before he finishes him off with a bloody display of creativity. Laughing to himself slightly, the Tower looks forward to seeing what happens when the group of guards around the corner runs into him. Judging by how quickly they are moving, it looks to be only seconds away.



A flurry of activity catches his eye, and he focuses his attention on the screen highlighting the fight between two Sadies and three guards. The Tower knows that Lord Fattington is once again displaying his impressive abilities at morphing and shape shifting, and he leans forward slightly to make sure at least two different cameras are recording the fight for future study. Satisfied that all angles are being covered, he presses the red button on his intercom and speaks into the microphone.

~Guards need assistance in sector 3, corridor 4. Use lethal force, darts have been authorised.~ Nodding in satisfaction at the “yes sir!” that rings out through the loud speakers, the Tower searches the screens for the shot of the hallways. Six different camera circuits rotate with each other, giving him a clear shot of every corridor that rotates on the one screen every thirty seconds. Once he finds something worth watching he is able to select that one camera as his sole viewpoint with the flick of a switch. The rotating images flicker to the corridor that houses the large group of armed guards running towards Corridor 4, a split second before Bianca comes into view walking down Corridor 8 in sector 2, though the Tower fails to notice.


At the end of the hallway, the guard outside Josh’s room mutters something into his walky-talky before he jumps out of his chair and races off down the other end of the floor. Bianca hears his footsteps and presses herself up against the wall, her eyes squeezed shut. After a few seconds of trying her best to look invisible, she realises she is alone once again and quickens her pace as she walks to the end of the corridor. A large padded door is in front of her, with a small window made of Perspex. As a strange violet light is shining through the small window, Bianca is curious to see what is inside. Standing on tiptoe, Bianca peers through the window and gasps out loud when she sees Josh strapped to the bed inside. Fortunately for Josh and Bianca, the Towers attention is diverted to the fight in Corridor 4.



The group of twenty armed guards has now arrived and has quickly surrounded the two Sadies. At least ten of the guards retrieve small black tubes from their pockets and raise them to their lips, as the other guards raise their electrically charged batons and begin advancing on the pair. Although both Sadie and Lord Fattington are both blessed with amazing abilities, no amount of ducking or weaving would be able to avoid a barrage of poisoned darts being fired at such close range and in such a small area. The batons, though unneeded, also provided great joy for the guards as they set about extracting some revenge for their fallen comrades.



As both the Sadies are being captured, a flashing red light on his switchboard catching his attention. A dark brow raises slightly as he picks up the phone, presses the red light and hears Dr. Berlin’s voice on the line.

Nodding slightly, even though she cannot see it, he speaks crisply in a gruff, haggard tone.

~I assure you deadly force is already in place and the situation is being taken care of promptly. Stay in your office until I get the hallways clear and I will send someone for you. We have just captured Lord Fattington and Sadie. I’m transferring them to the Secured Lab to await your tests.~

Dropping the phone back into its cradle, his eyes flicker over to the screen depicting the Lab, and in particular Stones cell. Blinking rapidly in mild surprise to see the unfolding events, he watches as Stone begins to raise his arms and build up an impressive electromagnetic pulse. Anticipating such a move, the Tower had instructed for the cell to be devoid of anything that was unnecessary. This left Stone with simply a metal slab for sleeping on, a thin blanket and even thinner pillow for supposed comfort, and a small portable metal table the now dead nurse had been using to house the items she had been treating him with. A metal scalpel rattles against the metal table as the EMP continues to rise, but the Tower has no concern, as he knows the cell has been designed to combat such an attack. Cameras are hidden and wired throughout Stones’ entire cell however, and the wires begin to hiss, sparking into flame inside the cable run between the walls. Thick, acrid grey smoke begins to billow out from the camera lenses, as the lights go out in the cell, plunging it into darkness a second before the camera dies and he loses live feed.

~Interesting.. ~ he mutters, before pressing the red button on his desk and speaking into the microphone. ~Fire in the lab. Make sure cell is secure and neither flames or Stone can escape.~ Nodding once again at the familiar ~ yes sir!~ of a response, he sits back in his chair and smiles behind his steepled fingers. Today was proving to be most entertaining. The Vermin Lord was making short work of the Rec Room, the guards appeared to have nearly everyone under control, he had two new lab rats for the Doctor to play with and now he has a live blaze to watch and see how Stone deals with fire. It is just another experiment of many he plans on using with Stone and although he is frustrated at the lack of cameras by which to view the carnage, he is eager to see the outcome. *

[† The Jaxness †]

As she stretched out her hands in midair to tackle him, she collided with the guard's upper torso, spearing him into the floor with Sadie on top of him, pinning his shoulders down. Taking a firm grasp on his protective helmet, she ripped it off the top of his head and stared down into his eyes, which weren't full of fear like she expected, but they still held an edge of hope that someone was going to help him. One leg on each side of his waist, she straddled him, hand still on his shoulders. Flicking her mane of long black hair over her left shoulder, she smiled to herself as she starting to enclose te small amount of space left between her mouth and his neck. She would have went in for a kiss, making the transferring of his nightmares more erotic for Sadie, but from hard lessons learned, some of her victims tended to bite.

Just before she was able to fill her desires of skin contact, she heard a buzz of excitement, and heard someone with the higher up call for reinforcements. Before she could shout a warning to her partner, 20 guards came around the corner of the corridor, all heavily armed and covered with protective gear. As a growl came from low in her throat, she jumped back from on top of the guard to stand 3 feet away from his body, looking forward to the small army of authority she was about to have to take on. Not letting her attention lose its focus to see how Lord Fattington reacted, she started to think over her plan of action. She'd taken on a group of 20 before, but not 20 armed guards who were prepared for her every defense.

Rushing forward to meet the first line of them, which equalled to about 5, she dove for 2 of them on the left, aiming her shoulder for their knees. As she collided with them, she took the 2 down, but they fell on top of her, momentarily mobilizing her to the floor. Bringing her legs back under her body, she pushed up, the 2 temporarily disheveled guards not far behind her. Standing up, she turned to her right, her eyes quickly scanning him for any exposed skin. An annoyed look quickly coming to her face, her right hand darted to grab ahold of the next guards neck. Most of her skills pertaining to her ability to come into skin contact, the attack on the guards was most difficult, because Sadie's abilities were too limited when her victims were so heavily protected.

In her peripheral vision, she witnessed 10 of the other guards taking small black tubes from their pockets, bringing the pen-like objects to their lips. Knowing dead on that they were about to shoot some sort of projectile at her, no doubt a needle with some type of sedative, she mind drew a blank, because she had no defenses left, and no way she could dodge all of the darts. But as her inner rage started to kick in, she knew she wasnt going down without a fight. She refused to swallow her pride and let them overtake her so easily.

Even though she only took a slight moment of hesitation, that moment was long enough for 2 of the guards who didnt have the black tubes to come around and grab both of her arms. Turning her head to face one, she felt one, then 2 and 3 darts hit her, 2 in the neck, and one in her right shoulder. In an instant, she felt the muscels in her upper body start to refuse their previous states and start to go into spasms. Her head fell to rest on her shoulder, and her right arm lost all defense. With one last thought, she forced the lower part of her body up, swinging and aiming her hips for the ceiling. Her legs coming up, catching one of the darts in her thight, her flexibility allowed her to pivots her hips around, bringing her foot forward so she could kick the guard holding her right arm in the head. Her head now facing the floor as she came up and over the other guard, he refused to let go even as her wrist twisted in his grip. As her knees crashed into the floor, the guard was forced to lower his position or he would have to let go of her arm.

Before getting up in an attempt to get him to lose his grip, her line of sight came up to the rest of the guards with their batons all swinging down at her body. Falling to the floor under the intense amount of force and beatings, the blackness of unconsiousness began to creep in, her last several thoughts left her head as they continued to bash and beat her naked body, no doubt inflicted their share of bruises for their revenge.

[Tanasha Arati]

:~:From somewhere behind her, Tanasha could make out the muffled sound of Dr. Berlin replying. She didn’t care, nor did she stop. Instead, she hastened an already swift pace, eager to reach the exit and finally put this hell behind her and Crash. The tagalong may be fortunate enough to get out as well. With the guard’s station only a corridor away their chances of an uninterrupted escape were increasing. Until the hall ahead of them flooded with an army of hospital guards led by Bruce Lee’s younger, more talented sister, that is…

Pulling the angel behind her for the second time, Tanasha refused to see the pointlessness of the action. Aside from launching into battle and single-handedly wiping the lot of them out or surrendering entirely, there was nothing more she could do for Athalia. She preferred option #1. Anger made up for her lack of martial arts training and, conveniently, anger was something Ta had plenty of. Grinning, she let go of the rigid control over her emotions as she charged into the coming troop. She caught as many hits as she took from Brucette with the side of her arm, returning them with several forceful punches of her own. When a few of the lesser guards moved in on a rare moment of bravery, she went for whatever she could grab on them to throw them into the kung-fu bitch. All too aware that she was drastically outnumbered, she took an opportunity to turn on Crash and Chayne and motioned to the guard’s station several doors ahead of them.:~:

“Crash, go! Don’t let them drug you! Third door on the left…the guard’s station. Get her out of here! I don’t care how, just get her out!”

:~:Desperate to get Athalia moving, Ta barely noticed the pain of the numerous blows she’d taken on top of the older bruises she’d suffered only days ago. In just the time it had taken her to speak to them, Brucette had gotten in a sharp kick to the back of her right knee and had her sagging on a pained gasp. It was partly with relief and partly with nerves that she received the blast of heat that warned of her growing rage. Warmth rose in the palms of her hands and could easily be felt by Crash, who she hauled to the less crowded side of the hall and then shoved forward towards the exit. It would be Ta’s greatest pleasure to burn this prison flat, but not as much so were the angel to still be inside. That meant it was time for her to go.

Although some might not have considered it as lucky as Tanasha did that the dart headed for Athalia caught her in the arm instead as she hurried the woman past, it worked just fine for her. She whipped around with speed she was astonished to find she still had, and drove her fist as hard as her impressive strength would allow into the fem-ninja’s nose. If there was a God and He was as pissed as Ta was at the staff in this hellhole, He would see that the blow inflicted the necessary damage to knock out and/or kill the peskiest of her opponents. Whatever they’d injected her with could make it a lot harder to hit in the future, so it would be in everyone’s best interest if she got the bad ass out of the way right off. Goons…er…guards she could deal with in any state of mind.

It was just following the killer swing that the drug began to set in. At first the only noticeable difference was the brightening of the lights and colors around her and a blurred aura following movement of any kind. She lashed out furiously, swinging at anything and everything to get within her range. Blinking against the visual changes, she was stunned upon opening her eyes to see what appeared to be her adoptive father lunging towards her. Instinct above common sense had Tanasha charging for him, positive he was there to hurt her again and ready to kill him a second time. Unchecked, her fury finally reached a high enough level to turn the warmth in her palms into searing heat. As her hands came to grip the neck of the guard she’d mistaken for her late “father”, the fire lurking inside her rushed out between her fingers, lighting the man on fire. Unfazed by his cries, she threw him forcefully back at the line of guards and staggered in the direction she hoped was the guard’s station only to come face to face with another copy of the monster from her past. The fear and agony she had buried so long ago resurfaced and fueled the small fires that burst to life around them, some of them starting on the guards themselves. Flushed crimson and gasping for air, she screamed furiously at the ceiling.:~:

“I killed you! You’re not here if I killed you!”

:~:Smoke filled the corridor as did the smell of burning flesh, further confusing an already disoriented Tanasha. Unaffected by the flames themselves, the smoke caused her to cough and choke. The tightness in her muscles worsened but rather than slow her she became even more violent, fighting angrily against the imaginary bindings she assumed were holding her. With her emotions the fires continued to grow, engulfing the guards already aflame and lighting up others as the doomed thrashed in panic. Through the billowing smoke and the swarm of men all too close in features to the evil creep she tried to beat her way to the exit, wherever it was. She would bust out of here and away from all of this or die trying.:~:

[Lord Fattington]

His human side didn't have control over his body for long, before the Animal took over once again. The guard that the kicked in the groin instantly doubled over before passing out from the immense pain. Now that the Animal had taken over, Lord Fattington's reflexes were much quicker allowing him to roll out of the way of the barrage of batons. Lord Fattington rolled to his feet and caught the arm of the first guard to swing at him again. With a quick jerk his shoulder was dislocated and Lord Fattington proceeded to use him as a weapon.

With a mighty toss, the man was sent into his group, causing quite a pile up. Just as Lord Fattington was about to leave another, larger group of guards surrounded him and Sadie. It was about this time that he decided to drop his act as Sadie. With sickening cracks his body once again became his own. The bull ring septum peircing couldn't have been more fitting for what he had planned next. As the guards brought up a tube to their mouths, Lord Fattington was charging. Horns grew disturbingly fast from his skull, the soft patter of his feet changed to the thundering of hooves.

Lord Fattington remained in his minatour like state untill he gored the first guard. After that his arms changed into tentacles like an octopus and coiled around the necks' of two more guards. Immediately the tentacles changed to those of a man o war, instantly paralyzing the two guards. Then the poison from the darts that had been shot at him took effect. Lord Fattington hadn't even felt the darts connect, but that was the draw back to his Animalistic side. First to change back was his arms, Lord Fattington kept trudging along, and thrashing his head hoping to take out a few more before he fully seccumbed.

For the first time his animalistic side spoke aloud, "You can cage the animal, but you will NEVER TAKE AWAY THE RAGE!" His voice was gruff, more like a growl than a human voice. A few more steps and he hit the ground, crushing any guards that happned to be underneath him. A few moments later and he would revert back to his usual, human form.

[The Joshness ™]

Stone was a powerhouse of electricity now, he was a torrent of controlled and building electromagnetic pulses, he was glowing even after the lights fizzled out in the room his body was almost as bright, his cloths illuminated like light bulb filament. He was enraged, and he wanted out, immediately, and the table, where he was asked to lay, was begging to rattle “Im not the one which whom you should fuck!” using amazing show of willpower, he turns to the door where he entered, with the table to his left and the screen the doctor –was- at to the right, Stone gives on final yell before thrusting both of his arms forward, the massive amounts of electricity flowing through his veins forced out through the tips of his fingers, all metal object in the room instantly uprooted, being attached to the wall or floor it did not matter. The table, on the other hand, was heading towards the door like a rocket powered with the force of the Cosmos and Stones hand now were glowing bright white, all the magnetized electricity left charging through his hands like power rods. The Table hit the door with amazing force, doing whatever damage it did (Depending on the size, I know its not a tiny one but im not sure how big). When it would go to fall, he uses the magnetism in his hands to control the table, pulling it back and bashing it against the door harder and harder, it was a definite understatement that Stone wanted out of that room, and god help whoever stood in his room. “I WILL NOT BE SHUNNED!” Stone was bashing that table against the wall as hard as he could, over and over again, doing as much damage as physically possible to escape. The table itself crushes and crumbles under the intense force into nothing but a blob of shapeless steel plowing into the door harder and harder, again and again. He could feel them coming, as well, the orderlies sent to put him under while they grasp control of their facility, but he would have none of that. The energies he grasped within his fists were indeed magnetic, but all to Electric at the same time, and they were sending off arch of electricity to the walls and the door, making everything highly volatile upon contact, with this level of voltage rubber gloves would do little to halt a serious electrocution. Stone is bound and determined, CONVINCED these morons cant hold him in this Shithole. Never.



Meanwhile, in the sewers beneath the Park, something awoke. Something that had arrived here not to long ago, and had been asleep for a few weeks unaware of the tussles above. Lights flickered on, mechanical eyes lit up and something began to move, more than one thing began to move. The EMP, one of a kind EMP at that, had given them the signal to awake again, and this means nothing but bad news. When Stone said he had a secret he wanted to tell them, im hopes of bargaining a way out of the Park, but unfortunately this secret had become aware, and now it was getting ready. Preparing if you willl, the sewers became alive with tiny lights, grinding mechanical racket and the moans of something inhuman…well most inhuman. If the Park had sensors in the catacombs of sewers, any kind of sensory, the Park’s officials will begin to know something up, something big, lots of something bigs, and they are becoming more and more active. What has been unleashed?


(Finished )

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*Dark sombre eyes flickered back to the screen depicting Sadie and Lord Fattington’s capture. The Tower felt his lips crease slightly upward as he noted with satisfaction that the capture had gone flawlessly. Of course his guards would be sore in the morning, one or two might even die, but it was a small price to pay for the containment of two such fascinating specimens. Pressing the large red button on his desk he spoke into the intercom.

~Take the bitch to Cell 16 and his majesty can go in Cell 5. That should hold him. Then I want a guard to escort Dr. Berlin to the lab.~

Unclicking the red button as he heard the usual ~Yes sir!~ his dark eyes shimmered with excitement and anticipation as his eyes danced over the screen, trying to find any form of vision from Stones Cell, but there was none as all the cameras seemed burnt to a crisp. Almost as though he summoned him by thought alone, the resident technician called on line three. After calming the twit down, the Tower assured him that he would be sending reinforcements so that Stone could be drugged until he could be moved to a holding cell. Hanging up on the technician with the click of a button, the Tower pressed extension 245 and spoke to a guard situated outside the rec room.

~When Kirk is finished in there, tell him to head to the Lab as he is needed to clean up another mess. He can await further instruction from me there.~

Leaning back in his chair, the Tower turned his attention to the screen depicting the hallway in which Athalia, Tanasha and Chayne were supposedly in the process of being captured. His vision was hindered by the thick grey smoke that had a slightly orange tint as it glowed with the warmth of the flames caused by Tanasha. The Tower licked his lips in excitement as he peered at the screen, trying to watch the Fire starter in action. It had been his interest in fire starters that had originally secured him the position with the Institution and he was like a kid in a candy stood as he was finally able to watch Tanasha in all her glory.

Although he did have sensors in the sewers and the basement of the building, the small green light that flashed on the bottom of the row of screens was nowhere near as compelling as the sight of the fire filled hallway, and the Tower failed to realise that something was coming to life directly below him as he watched with wide, fascinated eyes to see how Tanasha would proceed.*

[Rayn]

Glancing at Tanasha looking back, he looked over at Athalia who seemed calm and serene. Chayne wondered what the connection was between her and Ta, but he didn't have time to ask. Keeping full-speed, slightly panting, the trio turned around the corner and met about 20 soldiers, ready to cease and capture.

"Shit, I knew they were gonna be here sooner or later!" he thought to himself knowingly.

Tanasha took a step in front of Athalia, so proceeded to do the same, for Athalia seemed to hold some sense of high importance to Ta. With him and Ta in standing front of The Angel, an asian woman stepped out behind two of the guards quickly and quietly. His eyes flickering back and forth between the guards and the asian woman, his hand went hurriedly into his pocket and whipped out the small silver lighter. The woman bowed her head and he lit the flame, his eyes and his mark glowing an intense green.

Quickly going into action, he created a small flaming circle in front of him and Athalia, assuming Tanasha would do the same. Taking a sweeping motion with his arms, he lunged the circular green circle into some of the guards faces, causing them to drop their weapons in agony, their facial skin burning and melting. He then brought the shield close to him and sought to push it into the asian woman, but she expertly ducked and dodged his attack and landed a swift kick into his gut. Quickly bringing up his knee, he caught the underside of the womans leg and tried to throw her off balance.

Falling back toward Athalia, he heard Ta shout something about taking Crash and getting out of there. He bent down quickly and raised his arms toward the ceiling and turned quickly, causing the circle of flame to enlarge itself and the sharp pivot causing the flame to form a sort of dome around Crash and himself, but not before feeling a sharp prick in his left underarm. His arm tingling, he shouted at Athalia.

"Respect her wishes and run! She can take care of herself"!

Starting to run into the soldiers, the wall of flame passed through them, but he and Crash just threw and kicked them out of the way. Making it about 20 ft, his left arm started to shake and went limp. The dome flickered and nearly disappeared but the other arm stayed held high, the dome just weakened greatly. He felt another dart bounce off him, burned but not enough to lose it's flight like the other darts that attempted to penetrate.

The poison spreading through his body, he stuttered to Athalia

"Ath..thalia....r-run...."

He could feel the poison spreading through his body, but one memory came to mind. He saw his mother and father's house burning to a crisp. The dome disappeared and left him and Crash defenseless. Slightly delusional, he slowly turned around and faced the guards that were proceeding toward him.

"If you want her you have to go through me!" he shouted with all of his strength.

The poison still making his body tingle, he felt an odd sense of heat come from the depths of his body. He was angry, upset, nervous, excited, sad, and happy at the same time and everything caused an odd tensing in his whole body. His emotions in extreme, he let out a scream. The heat building in him, the tingling slowly went away and an oddish green aura surrounded him. The heat was starting to get too much for him, and he felt the heat build in his soul and heart. Everything seemed pause as his body lifted up from the ground. The aura turned to a gleaming blue, glowing brighter than ever, along with his scar. His long hair slowly turning blue, he opened his eyes, emitting a pure blue light. The guards stared in awe at the beautiful yet scary transformation that Chayne had undergone. He slowly floated back down, touching lightly to the cold floor.

Quickly glancing around, slightly confused of what happening, he spread his fingers in front of him and blue flames shot out of them, piercing through the small crowd of guards' bodies, as if it was second nature. Slightly turning his head toward Ta and the blur of the woman attacking her, the blue aura died around him. He proceeded toward the asian woman with a blue gleam in his eyes and a deliberate slowness.. He felt a prick in the back of his neck, nearly hitting his brain stem.

His neck spasmed and he went down dizzily. One of the guards that he shot with the blue flames shot a dart when he had his back turned. Clutching his head, he felt another in his back. Turning back, he held a sharply pained arm toward the guard that had the shooter to his mouth, and obliterated him with a burning blue ball of flame. The smell of burnt flesh and hair unaffecting him, his vision started to get blurry. He looked toward the general direction of Tanasha and saw a faint orange glow and heard a scream. His sense of sight, smell, and hearing failed him as he blacked out to the scene of carnage that Ta was causing.

[Dr. Berlin]

~I assure you deadly force is already in place and the situation is being taken care of promptly. Stay in your office until I get the hallways clear and I will send someone for you. We have just captured Lord Fattington and Sadie. I’m transferring them to the Secured Lab to await your tests.~

She exhaled another plume of smoke and wiggled her toes in front of her. It was the only show of emotion she would allow, the subconscious admission of enthusiasm for the renaissance of her pilot program of experimentation. She grinned, and she knew that the owner of the voice on the other end could see it.

"Good. Very good. I'll type up the press release, and once this is quelled, we can distribute it." She smiled. "Don't worry... these criminals nearly killed hard working staff and doctors. The public won't shed a tear for them. As for the patients... I'll alert Eevee, and she'll have them processed and placed in the appropriate rooms. And let's get these hallways clear, hmm? I've been waiting for months to start my research..."

Again, she laughed into the phone, this time swivelling her chair to bring her feet back to the floor as she stubbed out the remnants of the cigarette. The other hand worked busily to depress the switch before she glanced back to the base of the phone. The red light switched back to the unlit plastic and she let her eyes graze down the collumns of preset numbers. At the bottom of the two collumns were four unmarked, annonymous buttons. To anyone looking at the phone, they would appear unused. And until today, they were. She stood up and pressed the fourth unmarked button on the base, and turned to lean against the casement of the large window behind her desk that overlooked the grounds. The campus was aflutter with commotion and she stood there with "cat who ate the mouse" grin on her face. And the other end of the phone became live...

"Eevee, look lively. We've got two Ghosts on their way to the Graveyard as we speak. Make sure they're put in seperate cells. As a matter of fact, every Ghost who enters gets a seperate cell, and no contact with anyone but you, me, or the monitor in the room. Period. I'll be over as soon as the hallways clear and I have an escort."

She waited for her assistant's response, and clicked the phone back in the cradle. It would be a matter of moments before the guards would come this way to escort her, so she reclaimed her seat and opened her laptop. After scanning through a few files, she opened a folder entitled "Press Releases" and made a few modifications:

PARAPSYCH PARK--A large scale riot errupted in the psychological hospital for the criminally insane, last week that bordered on dangerous for the staff and surrounding communities. A number of highly dangerous individuals broke free and attacked the guards on site, inciting other patients to do the same. Though preventative measures were taken, the guards were overcome by raging patients, and some lives were lost. A number of fires and explosions were instigated. Because of the severity of the riot, and violence that accompanied it, doctors are still examining the bodies to confirm identities. Sources say that because of the disturbed nature of the patients and the horrific events that took place, identification may take months rather than days, and in some cases, even longer. "I'm only sorry for the families of the victims, and the guards here. It's a wonder they were able to be contained. The precautions are being reestablished and improved upon so this never happens again. It was a blessing that these patients didn't get loose in the community, if the public were to see what they did to some of ..." The Resident Doctor of Parapsych Park remarked, taking a moment to gather herself from the terrifying memories. "I'm sorry, it's still too fresh in my memory. I was attacked, and then held hostage for hours on end in my office." When asked if she will resign, or continue her work, she responded, "Oh, I will stay here for as long as I must to help these patients overcome their illnesses. Only through science can we stop this kind of dangerous behavior, and only through science can we all be safe."

She would draft two others to go out following this one, and send them to their people at the press. She knew how to pull the strings of the populus. They wanted to be safe. They wanted someone to "do something about those horrible people inside the walls of PP. And that poor Doctor who they kept prisoner, she's so noble and caring to sacrifice her own safety for the good of those patients and the rest of mankind!" She grinned and sent the email for clearance before closing her lap top. She had another one, on the same network as this, and she knew that ~that~ computer housed the files she wanted to start. She slid her shoes back on just as there was a knock at the door. "Dr. Berlin, it's all clear. We're here to escort you to the Lab." She glanced at the monitor for the hallway and confirmed that it was, indeed, two guards, still looking over their shoulder. ~Morons... all of them.~ She put on her white lab coat that was hanging on the Coat stand, and opened the door, feeling for her keys, and her cell phone before she closed the door behind her. "Let's go."

They moved through the halls, and though she noticed the destruction around them, she paid it no mind. She was already working in her head, and felt no need to speak to the guards. As far as she was concerned they were nothing more than a pair of watch dogs. Her heels echoed as they snapped down a labrynth of hall ways, and finally stopped at an inoccuous elevator. She slid her card to grant her access and to call the Car, and waited. The lab below was of her design specifically, and she felt the rising heat of anticipation as the light binked green and the door opened. Dr. Berlin stepped in, and the guards remained at the elevator until it closed behind her.

She descended into a weaving of industrial catacombs, dozens and dozens of individual rooms, Each locked and unlocked only with the use of biometrical scanners and a passkey. The rooms themselves made use of some of the most advanced technology that was available, and some that was engineered specifically for this project. One of the rooms in a closed wing of the Graveyard, as the staff called it, held the architect. She moved through the rounded corridors to the central hub. Rather than being lain out on a grid, the core held the main lab. Each series of rooms was arranged in concentric circles around the core, placing Dr. Berlin and Eevee in the center of Hell. Dante would have been proud. Each room was a perfect square, with the wall opposite the door jutting out with a ledge to serve as a bed. Matresses, blankets, pillows.. none of these things would be provided. The individuals who entered here were not coming for their comfort. They had become "Ghosts"... they would never leave the Graveyard.

On the far right of the ledge, a hole with a lid. Obviously this functioned as a waste receptical, and when the lid was closed, it particle flashed whatever was contained within, leaving no need for plumbing. The only showers the Ghosts would recieve were ones given to them by the watchful eyes of the staff. The rooms each held various amenities unavailable to the Ghosts, but waiting to be used eagerly by the Good Doctor and her Assistant. The individual rooms were sound proofed, and able to be sealed completely from ventilation. The walls were made of a strange configuration, at times able to open in spots unseen to present the Ghost with whatever the Doctor chose. The entire ceiling of each cell functioned as the sun. The brightness or darkness of each room was controlled by the Core, and could be manipulated with the slide of a switch. The doors themselves housed a screen that seemed, for all intents and purposes, to be as much as part of the door as the metal. The screen would serve as the only communication the Ghosts would have, and the feed worked only one way--from the Core to the cell. The Ghosts saw only what the Staff chose. Of course, the rooms were all equipped with a number of sensors and cameras that were designed as a part of the walls and ceiling.

No Windows. No comforts. No phones. No privelidges. As Dr. Berlin passed through the biometric scanner to the Core, and slid her ID card, a distinct "gasp" of air preceeded her entry. There were no precautions she didn't take, unlike the people who designed the upper, public, levels of Parapsych Park.[/i]

[The Joshness ™]

Stone had yet to cease his all on assault of the door keeping him in the dark room. He hit it hard, and with unbelievable joy he exclaimed “YESSS!” As a small crack, not much at all, but enough space in the center of the door to give a slight beam of light. Then all fell silent, not a word was spoken inside of his room, nothing clanged and nothing smashed, as if he has given up at the winner’s circle. Then it became apparent what he was doing, the door was blown into 2 separate pieces while the sharper edge of that metal clump he had been smashing against it tore through like scissors and across the hall to impact and jam itself into the cinderblock wall. The lights in the hallway outside of Stones room flickered and it was still silent as before the door had split. The only thing to break the silence was the large chunk of metal that dropped out of the wall and onto the floor with a loud crash.

“And I heard as it were the noise of thunder, One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw, And behold a white horse.”

Stone pushed himself through the gap between the beaten metal, his eyes didn’t show any signs of weakness, any signs of doubt. Once out of the little metal room, he gazed out at whatever men were there and however many of them they sent. He then began to walk towards them; the lights go dim while he passes giving him a dark shadow. Stone was no longer in it for the escape, he was no on a vendetta, he was going to have a piece of whatever jackass decided to lock him up in there.

<That Big Bad needs a new outlook.>

And you better believe Stone was the perfect person to give him one. His arm still drips some blood, but it was mostly done bleeding and the bandage was a light damp reddish color showing his injury. Though he wasn’t wincing or showing anything while he swayed both arms when he walked.

“And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold, a pale horse, And it's name it said on him was Death, …..And Hell followed with him.”

[Kale Aznable]

(Correction about The Tower's first post in this thread, The mention of "Josh" should be noted as Derek, which undoubtedly Mori will change soon but for the sake of me posting I think it would be best to tell you that now)

The darkness was neither a familiar friend nor a familiar enemy it was both, encompassing all human emotions for Derek it was a prison in his mind that was worse than the hellhole that he was forced to endure out of his forced comatose state. Derek saw many many things in his long delayed sleep, he saw his childhood and growing up with his loving supporting parents in their large suburban home. Derek's like replayed before his eyes whether it was the memory of losing his virginity all the way to his graduation from college. The farthest memory from Derek and the one that was so prominent in his mind now was talking with Bianca in the rec room. Derek's miind fought for it as if it had some latent signicance with the outside world, Derek himself could not figure it out and in the physical world his body began to twitch as it fought to drugs to stay in conciousness, and finally with a whisper of Bianca's name, Derek's eyes once again opened up to the white room.

"Bianca?" Derek's eyes diverted to inside of the room feeling that she was near but not being able to see her. Dereks mind ran over why he couldnt of had super strength to get out of these restraints, but in his being awake he laid there trapped by the restraints looking around in a room he had never seen before, Derek knew that something big was going on because he could just simple feel that something was going on, but in this small room tied down he was powerless to know what, and whether or not it had to do with the patients trying to escape he was unable to participate to make his own escape.

[Eevee]

"Eevee, look lively. We've got two Ghosts on their way to the Graveyard as we speak. Make sure they're put in separate cells. As a matter of fact, every Ghost who enters gets a separate cell, and no contact with anyone but you, me, or the monitor in the room. Period. I'll be over as soon as the hallways clear and I have an escort."

A chesire grin tugged momentarily at the corners of a small, pert mouth. Cradling the phone between one thin shoulder and her ear, Eevee brushed aside the papers she’d been studying and slid atop the table. Crossing her legs at the knee, she smoothed the front of the lab coat (that so dutifully covered her slim form) and nodded at Berlin’s words.

“Of course, doctor. Separate cells. No commiseration for the Dead…”

Chillingly pale eyes flickered with excitement. Absently toying with phone’s small, squat base, Eevee wriggled with anticipation at the doctor’s imminent arrival and cradled the receiver. Slipping from her perch, she gathered together those notes she’d already pored over and bundled them together into a slim, nondescript sheaf; they were Dr. Berlin’s notes, of course — a kind of briefing for the girl on those activities that would commence as soon as the Ghosts arrived. The wording was cryptic, the subjects referred to by number, and the tests described sketchily. Unincriminating, naturally…maddeningly difficult to decipher and easily passed off as something more routine. The doctor was brilliant when it came to such things, and Eevee was learning so much.

She was tugging at the hem of her pencil skirt when a shrill whine announced the descent of an elevator. It wasn’t the maestro, obviously…much too soon for that. Smiling coldly, she straightened the corner of the Core she’d been working in and, checking for her ID card with a pat of her coat pocket, exited into the maze of corridors. A sharp staccato rhythm accompanied her approach, made by a pair of heels dangerously high but effortlessly worn; Eevee was both agile and deft — strong despite her small stature and a professional when it came to maneuvering in such perilous footwear. Barely clearing five feet and decidedly delicate in feature, she needed those shoes…how else could she appraise her patients while looking down on them?

At the outermost rim of corridors, Eevee stopped. It was here that the first Ghosts would arrive, strapped to bare plastic gurneys and escorted by guards who knew nothing of the true nature of the Graveyard. As if on cue, the first elevator opened without sound and a female specimen was wheeled into view. A few moments later, a second gurney arrived — this one carrying a male. Eevee didn’t care to learn names…she only motioned with a slim hand for the guards to follow, and back through the labyrinthine halls they padded.

Separate cells for the Ghosts, Dr. Berlin had said. Separate cells for the Ghosts, Eevee instructed the guards. After a few long minutes, the subjects were interred…the men were back in the elevators, on their way to the main level (none the wiser)…and Eevee had reassumed her position in the Core.

A quick puff of air announced Dr. Berlin’s long-awaited arrival, and the assistant grinned with satisfaction. Their work, it seemed, would begin soon…

[Cinlass]

As Jewl painful transformation from Greylin back to himself was complete.He began to hear running foot steps.This couldn't be good.One,two,four,six.There was about six guards coming after him.He could hear their haevy boots striking the ground as they ran.He took a glance back at the guard that Greylin had killed,that he had killed.Greylin was him werther he liked it or not.So why not embrace these sides and try to escape.

(IN JEWLS MIND)
SESTIN:I huv nae problem workin wi' ye twa e'en wi' the ditaste i feel.I want out o here tae.

GREYLIN:He thought about it a moment then added a agreeing grunt.

This was going to be something good and bad all at the same time Jewl could sense.

(IN REALITY WORLD)
Jewl screamed out as he felt all three of him take over the small capsule known as his body.He screamed as loudly as he could."This is for my daughter.Im escapeing for my daughter."He calapsed to his knees with his head pressed to the cold floor.He felt the scream from Sestin feeling his throat.He felt the coldness of Greylin ready to flow.And he felt the ember from his own soul ready to burn.It was an amazing feeling.All that power into one person.He looked up as the gaurds came around the corner.His eyes were changed.One was a ice blue with a hint of black and the otehr was a firery red with a hint of black..

Jewl let out a scream that was now visible like a tornado.Growing larger as the length that the scream had to be carried increased.But also intangled in the scream was the fiery hatred ofJewl shown by a line of fire and the cold heartedness of Greylin shown by a line of ice.All in all the screaming tornado was a swirling punch of paralyzation,fire and ice.It hit the guards head on as they turned the corner.

Jewl stood up and brushed himself off.The others left him.They could only stay bound as three until that power was used,but none of them knew that.And now Greylin and Sestin was angry because htey seemed to be blocked from coming out right now.JEwl looked at what he had done with a slight nefarious smile.

O.O.C.Sorry it took so long work and school.I hope you like it though.

[Benito Senfetti]

Rping Session Between Derek and Bianca

Bianca: *she saw his body twitch and his eyes open, and although she could not possibly hear him, she thought that his open mouth seemed to be calling her name. Placing a hand on the cool doorknob she was suprised to find that it turned easily at her touch. With a quick glance behind her and down the corridor to make sure noone was coming, Bianca opened the door and slipped inside closing the door behind her. Clicking the lock into place, she turned and looked at Derek for a few minutes before she crossed over to his bed. ~Derek?~ she called out softly. ~Can you hear me?~*

Derek: *Derek had come crashing back to reality in an instant away from the pain of the memories stuck in his mind to the present time where he needed to be ever alert to avoid being taken prisoner in his mind to these government drones. Derek turned his head and saw Bianca and he grinned just alittle bit weakly as the drugs wore off some more* You know I think I liked my little suit better Bianca, You mind telling me just what the hell is going on?

Bianca: * She moved so that she was now closer to his bed, her fingers reaching out to trace over the straps that were tied to his wrists and bed frame. They looked like regular straps, though she doubted it would be that easy to release him. Working on the locking mechanism, she smiled briefly at him. ~I dont know whats going on.. the others are going nuts. Literally. I think a few may have escaped..theres a full blown riot going on, and this end of the facility seems empty while they all focus on the others.. your guard that was outside.. he was called away. I saw that on my way here..~she shrugged as she continued to tug and pull at his restraints ~Why are you in here anyway? Last time I saw you was in the rec room?~*

Derek: *He laughed alittle bit as he looked at her listening to what was going on, Inside he wished he was there to see it..well not see it but participate and at the mention of escapees he felt like he had missed a golden oppurtunity to get something done among his plans. He continued to listen contently until she asked him why he was there, he thought hard on it for a moment and then laughed weakly once again* I could not honestly tell you why I am here Bianca, they came for me after I left the Rec room and thats all I remember.

Bianca: *~ You must of pissed them off somehow.. knowing you , you were close to escaping again, huh?~She gasped as one of the straps loosened in her hand. Pulling it through the lock's loop, she began weaving it in and out. Soon the strap was pulled free of the loop and the lock snapped open. Grinning, she looked at Derek with pride. ~Dont worry, Ill get you out of here..~ she said while working on the other strap.*

Derek: I honestly cannot remember Bianca, *His mind was still blurry and he had to admit that the drugs whatver they had given him were still getting to him. He tried hard to clear his mind and just remember what went on but he just could not do it. After giving up on it for awhile he spoke* What are you doing out here anyways Bianca? Why arent you trying to get out with the others, I mean you could do some serious damage and escape.

Bianca: *She grinned. ~Im working on my own escape, dont you worry about that.. I didnt realy have a headsup that this was going to happen.. they just kinda all went crazy.. with no warning..It was rather amusing actually..~She laughed in delight as the other lock snapped open and both the restraints on his arms were free. ~When everything went down, I just went back to my cell. Just in time too.. cause they ended up shutting down this ward..There arent any guards here.. they are all being used elsewhere..~ she turned her attention to the restraints at his feet. ~Can you help?~*

Derek: *He listened intently as she spoke to him and he smiled himself, he knew just how she operated because they had always been on the same page when it came to getting out of this hellhole. He had not known much about her past but he knew that something inside of her just like inside of him still belonged in the free world with others whom didnt possess such wonderful abilities. He nodded at the information he was receiving and when she asked if he could help he sat up slowly and began to start to get his left leg unstrapped, his eyes wandered to her as he worked on the strap* Bianca..Thank you for this.

Bianca: *She felt his eyes upon her, and she blushed slightly as he moved to work on the strap. She helped him, her fingers brushing against his slightly, causing her to blush even more as she murmered ~No problems.. you'd do the same for me..~ she glanced up at the corner of the room where a single camera was mounted on the wall. ~We better hurry.. for some reason the Big Kahuna hasnt noticed us yet.. lets keep it that way.. huh?~*

Derek: *He watched her even as she blushed and he smiled for he was always happy for human contact from someone other than the goons that drugged him up and dragged him away. It was true however that he would have done the same for her, and as that thought took control of his mind he shook it off the glance up at the camera up on the wall and he laughed and grinned for a moment.* Yes I think that would be best..Are we to split up or are you going to stay with me Bianca? I dont think my head is clear enough to go wandering around a Psych hospital on lockdown.

Bianca: ~Lets stay together.. at least until the drugs wear off a bit for you..~ she unclicked the last lock and moved away from him so that he would have room to slide off the bed. I think we would be best off heading to the far end of this ward.. I think most of the energy is happening on the other side of the facility, meaning we should have this part all to ourselves. Perhaps there is an unlocked door or window somewhere? Its worth a look..~*

Derek: *He looked at her and was comforted by the fact that she was going to stay with him. Being free of all his restraints he swung his legs over slowly and slowly stood up from the bed swaying abit from the lightheadedness. He was able to gain composure but he sure was not going to make it very far walking for very long, he smiled at her for a moment with a nod* Take me where you will Bianca, its not like I can fight you, *He laughed alittle bit and then calmed for a moment* Oh god would that be the day, slip out a window, get a house in Hawaii, and live our lives in solitude for the rest of time.

Bianca: *~Never say never~ she joked, in reference to the house in Hawaii. ~You can teach me how to surf..~Walking towards the door, she offered him a hand, should he need one, before she opened the door slowly and poked her head through the crack. Peering up and down the hallway, she nodded and pushed the door open all the way. ~Coast is clear..~ she whispered. ~Follow me..~ Keeping to the wall, hoping to avoid the camera angles, she started walking slowly down the corridor, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Derek was following.*

Derek: *He laughed in reference to surfing, he thought to himself that he would need to learn before he could teach her anything. He then went quiet as he was ready to make his way with her, he followed the same routes she did just alittle slower to avoid falling right into plain sight and getting caught. He had on idea where they were going to hide out that didnt have cameras but he trusted that Bianca had some sort of plan and would have everything taken care of accordingly.*

Bianca: *In truth, she had no plan to speak of. All she could do was hope that the powers at be would be distracted by the riot and would leave the two of them undettected enough to find some way out of here. Making their way to the end of the corridor, she reached back to stop Derek, a hand coming to rest on the smooth flesh of his forearm. ~Wait.. I think I hear...~ her eyes went wide as she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps. Glancing back down the corridor they had just travelled, Bianca's eyes lit up when she saw a cleaners storage closet. Of course it was locked, but running to the door, Bianca closed her eyes and concentrated as she tried to envision the lock mechanism. Soon, the door knob turned on its own accord, and Bianca opened her eyes and smiled at Derek. ~Quick! In here!~ grabbing hold of his arm, she yanked him and tried to pull him into the storage room with her.*

Derek: *He had no ability to read her mind but as he looked at her he wished he knew what exactly she was thinking at a moment like this and at her touch and her words he froze instantly where he stood and he followed her eyes down the hall picking up the echoing sound of footsteps in his mind, he watched her as he face contorted into concenetration and as he saw the door knob turn on its own and the door open he thanked whomever endowed her with her powers for making itso. Just as quickly as he was giving thanks he was surprised by her, he was pulled in his state all he could do was grab ahold of the door as it closed behind him and this still did not stop him from falling into her, whether she would simply shift and let him hit the floor or he took her down with him , he fell nonetheless.*

Bianca: *She fell with him, tumbling blindly into darkness as the door clicked shut behind him. The floor was hard beneath her back as she struggled to breathe while he lay on top of her. Hearing the footsteps coming closer, she held her breath and didnt move as she looked Derek in the eye and whispered ~Shhh~

Derek: *He felt the pressure he was putting on her and he put his hands silently on the ground and pressed up so that he relieved her of some pressure for a while. His eyes met hers as she told him to shush and he was quiet as humanly possible literally nose to nose with her trying to either hold his breath or breathe in a very sparratic pattern. He listened to the footsteps and closed his eyes finally trying to will the person to go away.*

Bianca: *She felt his weight shift off her slightly, and she took in a deep breath of much needed air as he repositioned himself. She could feel his breath on her cheek, and as she lay here so close to him, she could almost swear she could hear his heart beating in time with the footsteps that clicked past them as whoever it was made their way slowly down the corridor. Their pace worried Bianca as they didnt seem in too much of a hurry. As Derek closed his eyes, Bianca took advantage of the fact to study his handsome face in more detail. Feeling a wave of heat rise to her face, she blushed and looked away, taking another breath of much needed air.*

Derek: *He couldnt help but feel the warmth of her body against his beneath him and he trully felt his body more awake than it had been in longer than he could remember in his life. He shuddered and held his breath tightly in his firm chest before letting out in silent controlled pants. He then opened his eyes once again to see that she was looking away, he fought a laugh as he wanted to ask her if he was making her uncomfortable but instead he continued to close his eyes and prepared himself for whatever was coming that is, if anything was going to happen at all.

Bianca: *The footsteps finally faded away, and Bianca let out along slow breath as she laughed softly. ~Looks like their gone..~ she said turning her head to look at him. His eyes were still closed and she lay there unable to move, until he did.*

Derek: *He let out a breath as he laughed softly himself, his eyes finally opened as he looked down at her with a smile on his face before letting go another short soft laugh* I am guessing you want me to move? *He delayed himself trying to soak up this human contact as much as he could before she would make him move, he knew how fiesty she was and had no doubt that if she really wanted him to move whether drugged or not his balls could and would be a target. He took the risk to get an answer and to delay his own movements.*

Bianca: *A shiver ran down her spine as her eyes locked on his. Hearing his words, she laughed again, this time nervously as she was aware of his body pressed against her. Confused and slightly frightened by the feelings that were raging within her, she offered a weak smile, suprised by the words that spilled from her lips. ~What if I dont want you to move?~ she whispered.*

Derek: *He could sense by how she was acting that she was simply confused by what was going on here and how the chemistry was working. He in an instant remembered what someone had told him, that she had been here since her teenage years, His eyes focused deeply into hers surprised by her comment as he softly smiled at her and let his body lower just alittle bit more to press further against hers* Then I will not move of course. But answer me this Bianca..How old were you when you came here?

Bianca: *She felt his body lower, closer to her now, so close she could feel his heart beating through his shirt. She gazed into his eyes, losing herself in the moment until he spoke. At the mention of his question her familiar walls shut down again,and she shifted her wieght, pushing up against him in an effort to get him off her. ~What does that have to do with anything?~ she spat, her whole body shaking. ~I.. uh.. I was just joking before.. please.. get off me..~ she was mortified. Embarressment burnt her face a deep shade of red.*

Derek: *He complied with her as he shifted to his side to the right of her, he looked at her intently not giving up totally on what he was dead set on doing* Bianca..I am no stranger to love nor physical attraction. I was told that you came here quite young..Bianca..You had something very precious robbed from you, I only want to know if I am offering you some part of that. I am quite sorry if I offended you, all I want to do is take you away from all of this, I know some voids are unable to be filled Bianca but I know I can help you..

Bianca: *She rolled out from under him as soon as he shifted to the right and she quickly stood up dusting off her pants. Wringing her hands, she looked down at him quickly before moving towards the door. With her back to him, she heard his words. Chewing on her bottom lip, she struggled with the old familiar fear that began to bubble on the surface at the mention of her childhood. ~Ive been here a while.. okay? I dont.. do.. friendships... or... love..~ she whispered the last word as though it was foreign to her. ~You didnt offend me.. I just..~ she trailed off, unable to finish. ~PLease... lets just forget it, okay? The coast is clear.. lets go..~ she pulled open the door and stepped outside, without waiting for an answer. Out in the hallway, she ran two shaking hands through her long hair as she struggled to compose herself.*

Derek: *Every word she said added to his distaste for the poison this place had positioned within everyone's minds. He knew now that everything about life that was worth living about was taken away from her. He listened to her and as she moved outside he slowly struggled to his feet and walked out the open door to behind her where his hand slipped over her shoulder lightly* Bianca, if we are not even simply friends why did you free me? Am I not slowing you down to make a great escape? Bianca listen to me, I know you hate them and undoubtedly you hate the fact you were put here but dont let them win, they are trying to tell you that you are mindless soulless drone. Look deep inside yourself and say that you can continue walking down that hallway? If you can you've let them win. Dont let them win, stop running Bianca, turn around look me straight in the eyes and tell me what your feeling.

Bianca: *She turned around and looked at him, her eyes wild. ~Tell you how Im feeling? How can I? I dont know how Im feeling.. I feel strange, okay? Perhaps if I had felt it before, then I could tell you about it, but I cant, cause I dont know... I.. I like you.. ~ she looked away shyly, before clearing her throat and looking back down the hallway. ~ Is that enough? Cause Im serious.. we need to move..~*

Derek: *His eyes met hers as she began to speak to him and he understood and expected no more from her, she had only proven to him what he had suspected. He smiled as he ran his fingers down her forearm and picked up her hand he then backed up towards the closet letting his hand trail down hers hoping she would hook his fingers at his comment* Bianca it is not enough, You maybe not be able to tell me and I knew that before hand but Bianca for your sake for our sake show me, you have instincts, use them.

Bianca: *Her fingers tingled at his touch, and she found her own fingers folding around his as he held her hand. Gazing down at their joined hands for a moment, she took another deep breath before she whispered ~Dont.. please dont..~ but even though her words seemed to want him to stop her body leaned forward as he leant back against the wall. ~My instincts? You want me to follow them... they...~ she gulped and looked away again before her head darted in and she kissed him quickly on the lips. ~ There! Okay?~ she was nearly in tears at the suddent onset of emotions he was making her feel. ~PLease.. thats enough.. for enough. Please?~ Tugging on his hand she pointed down the hall. ~ We have to move Derek! now!~*

Derek: *He was not indifferent to what was happening even as she whispered against him he knew that he was not forcing her and that she was finally allowing herself to feel. He closed his eyes as she rushed forward and the feeling of her lips on his made his body warm almost flushing the lingering effects of the drugs from his system instantly. He listened to her words..for now..He knew that he had made the impression that he had wanted so that went she pointed he went with her down the hall towards safety or atleast what they hoped would be safety.*

[Athalia Mischavitch]

Athalia was dazed and confused, it was if she had simply left her body since punching Chayne, she was being pulled and prodded protected and fought over, yet she was nowhere.

Reality struck like a punch in the face, Tanasha and Chayne were fighting, fire was burning

"No, no, no Tanasha don’t!"

Athalia screamed loudly, she brought her hand to her head as tears began to flow from her eyes, it was chaos. The Asian woman moved towards her flying through the air, Athalia out her hands up and the familiar golden haze appeared in front of her blocking the attacks and the multitude of darts that were being blown towards her. Athalia clutched the book 'Paradise Lost' to her bosom like a mother would her child.

Athalia screamed in agony as Chayne went down, fire still surrounded her though, she could feel and smell the tips of her long mane of pure blonde hair burn and catch fire.

"Respect her wishes and run! She can take care of herself"!

Athalia nodded, Tanasha would want her to run, but could Athalia? She pushed past the bodies and the heat; she opened the nurse station door and pushed through slamming the door behind her. She could still feel the heat from Tanasha's attack, small orange flames made their way under the metallic door, If Tanasha would die, then so would Athalia. She searched around until she found papers, she placed the papers under the door, it wasn’t long before they were alight, she pushed a chair against the door hopefully barricading herself in. Athalia felt a pain in her leg, she looked down, a dart was fastened deep inside her calf, she pulled it out as her leg began to tremor on its own. Athalia began to weep, she smashed her canned fists against her skull again, forcing the pain away, directing it elsewhere. Something caught Athalia's eye, a small door against the wall was labelled 'medical waste' Athalia opened the door; it was a shoot (sp?) leading into darkness. Athalia wiped away the tears, leaving sooty smears across her face. Luckily she was small and malnourished. She lifted her legs into the cold shoot and let her body slide down into darkness.

Athalia screamed in agony as she landed in large dumpster full of used syringes. She painfully managed to stand and pull herself out of the dumpster; a cold breeze hit her face. Athalia couldn't take it any longer, the poisons began to take over, she fell into a violent seizure before loosing all consciousness.

((Forgive the terrible typos and poor grammar! I'm not feeling well at the moment, but needed to get this done, hope its cool? Mori, Hex?))

[Kale Aznable]

(*Slaps himself in the head for his computer being so damn stupid* Alright guys Mori and I rped out some stuff live last night between Derek and Bianca and I saved the document. Came on this morning onto my computer and the damn thing was gone, SO I am going to give a brief overview of what happened)

Leaving off from where Bianca and Derek were, the pair found an abandoned staff room down a hallway they were searching. Inside of it the pair found lockers containing not only security uniforms but also a key to a vehicle and a passcard to the doors on the nonrestricted side of the hospital. After Bianca observed Derek closely getting dressed and she was dressed herself they came down the hallway to the locked door. Passing the card through the slot the door opened and it was off into the staging dress area for the staff. After finding that a code was needed Derek used his previous experiance in a case in the normal world to cause the door lock to reboot and unlock itself in response. Both of them escaped to the outside parking lot and found a green truck to which one of the keys fit. On their way towards a town out of the way of the Hospital Bianca went to find money in the glove compartment but what she first found was a gun, then after rummaging some more she found just under a hundred dollars cash and four credit cards. They were set for now. Coming in to the town about fifty miles away they came to a motel hidden within the city. Renting a room using cash for now they ordered dinner, Bianca took a much wanted bath, and after eating Bianca spent her first night in many years in a bed and joined by her side Derek.

((*laughs* I find it funny that you could cut down three hours of RP so neatly and still get most of what we got done across.. *claps and blows kisses* Well dont babe. ))