Danni watched silently as Brendan left the room, only half-listening to Christie by now. She wrapped the blanket he had retrieved for her around her shoulders, letting it give her warmth. Hospitals were always so cold. “I know we’re going to get them back,” Danni said with a small smile. She then cleared her throat, walking from the window to Jex’s bedside once more. “Who wants to take first watch… Where’s that one girl?” The ginger realized that the crazy, pink-haired girl wasn’t among them anymore. Danni moved quickly to the hallway door and poked her head out, seeing that no one was there. She was gone. “Dammit,” the telekinetic muttered. “Ryan, your new friend took off… Any idea where she could be?” She didn’t get to speak much to the girl, but she heard how the strange girl saved Ryan, and may have saved Jex from certain death. That, and that she could have been one of them. Good, he sent back to his pupil. We’ll need all the help we can get… See you here soon. “Understandable,” Errol said, keeping his eyes on the screen as he began to print of the various profiles of each scientists. Whatever plan they were going to come up with, each and every one of them were going to have flaws. The headmaster wanted to make this as easy as possible with few causalities if he could help it. He had a feeling if they were going to go infiltrate to retrieve one or two, four or five students would probably be loss in their place- No, that wasn’t going to happen. Not on Errol’s watch. He rubbed at his stubble on his chin, clicking the list of the subjects still alive and began to print them off as well. “In any case, I need you both to have a clear head. Do what you can, but be easy on yourselves.” He shot Jean a look, knowing that the man pushed himself beyond his limits. And who was Errol to say he couldn’t? The elder man did the same thing from time to time, including now. Nicole let go of Jean, rubbing his shoulder with her hand before stepping to his side. She wiped away her tears and smiled up at him. “Chin up,” she said with a gentle lightness in her voice as shining bright emerald eyes watched him. “We’ll get them out. I know we will.” She reached in her pocket and pulled out a clean tissue, offering it to her dear friend. “Brendan is on his way from the hospital… Once we get the plans of the Ariel Labs, we will try to find their weak points. For now,” Errol snatched the scientists profile sheets and laid them out on a clean table to his left, spreading them out. “We need to figure out what we're up against from these profiles.” The man felt a slight throb from his abdomen and grunted, rubbing at his gut before he forced himself to pay attention to the task at hand. “Damn…” There was work to be done. He couldn’t let some stomach bug get in the way now. “We already have a problem. One of the scientists is a telepathist, and from her profile, a very high leveled one. Jex’s level.” The man began to scribble notes, not focusing on how horrid it was to have someone with powers like them using them in such torturous ways on others. Hand was away from his abdominal now as he began to look at the other mug shots on the table. Benjamin did not have time to reply to his dear friend Walter, for he was interrupted by a fanatical baboon. The old man gave Walter a brief look that seemed to have read This-Is-What-I-Have-To-Deal-With-Why-Am-I-Baby-Sitting-Can-I-Just-Kill-Someone-Already before sternly staring at Tobias. “I want you to see what a failure you have been the last few weeks,” Benjamin stated brusquely. “Your mission for the Silent Killer has been terminated due to your irresponsible and juvenile behavior you have displayed recently. Really Tobias, I expected better from you.” His eyes were cold, showing no emotions as he watched the young boy before him. “Cynthia Drew is no longer your partner as of now. You are banned from working together. If I or someone else from Raven Sun see you with her, you will be punished severely.” Benjamin then heard noises outside the off and tightened in his jaw. Good, Cynthia was being dealt with for him. “If she has your head if you break this command, we will do nothing to punish her.” “You can use it to protect people,” Carter indicated softly. “Like me.” He was going to talk about his mom and his little sister, but then the crazy lady came and took Shane away. He was left alone again, wondering what today’s tortures would bring. This quiet time was going to leave him time to think about how his mother and sister were doing back at home. He quietly poked at the new bruise on his arm, the place where they took his blood for some odd reason. It was to save someone, he remembered now. He wondered who he had to save in this place… It seemed like everyone died here. Lyle was working on what appeared to be a headband of some sorts, tinkering away near the cell where his subject and the failed subject were locked up securely. The Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven was playing softly in the background, a song he thought was fitting to this whole situation. He merely froze when Isabella spoke up in her annoying voice and swerved in his chair to face the excited scientist and the pubescent boy. He saw Shane take the coffee and let his cyborg optic rest on Isabella. “No thank you, I’m fine.” He then looked back at the cell where his subject laid, still so very weak from the previous day. Pathetic. “She has to hold up her end of the bargain,” he specified. “A trade off might be a good thing… Your subject for my subject. Just don’t do anything that’ll break her further physically.” PT-03 came into the cell, right on schedule. The robot first gave Colton his shot to help his bones become stronger, and then medications and vitamins to help him with his cough and sore throat. It then went over to Mai, assessing her situation. Wordlessly, it took off the oxygen mask and disconnected the plasma bag, leaving her with just the IV and hooked up to the heart monitor. It then wandered off, taking the plasma bag and oxygen machine away. Mai took in small breaths of air, listening to Lyle speak to Isabella. She had to hold up her end of the bargain, there would be no rest today. She clenched her bedsheets, looking at Colton. I will fight, she wordlessly mouthed with her lips to him. She could barely move or even sit up, but Lyle deemed her fit enough to be subjected under Dr. Terros experimentations today. She knew that Dr. Terros was a bit absent minded and seemed rather careless with the way she saw her treat Colton. She swallowed a knot in her throat, wishing she could have her strength right now to withstand whatever had to come her way. Kytheria suddenly giggled and snorted, finding Lucas’s idea to be hilarious. “Lukey, Lukey,” she said with a smirk, knowing that new nickname annoyed him. “Think before you leap.” She tapped her top hat, showing a row of pearly whites gleaming in the dim light. “Seek, and ye will find. Think with plans, yes? Needle in hay stack, they are. Old man you will be with this stratagem that’s yours.” She smiled and then paced across the room, doing some deep thinking. “Hiding in shadows, hiding in plain sight, we know not. But certain buildings and organizations Raven Sun had caught. Information is out of sight, but we watch.” She went over to a computer, logging in quickly and several buildings and houses popped up on a larger screen close by. She stood up, walking casually to the larger board that was before Lucas. “House on a lake, rich as can be, but no money we ever see. Perpetuity Academy, said to home those with talent. Music, art, and science is all we got. Hard to get in, hard to see. Standards are said to be top notch. Regal Academy, also home to special talents, business, music, art, dance, drama, so forth and so on. Also hard to get in and hard to see. Moore Mansion, houses orphans of various ones. Hard to get in, hard to adopt. Families seem happy with their lot.” She then pointed out a private property that was far away from the city and seemed to have various cages of all sorts housing things unknown to the public, then there was a stone mansion on the hill, belonging to a Ventom Rile where various people got in but few come out. She turned to Lucas and rocked on her heels, waiting for him to see what he would think of this information. Within the shadows of the casino, a mysterious figure watched the teenage girl make her way through the large building, unaware of someone observing her. With a small smirk, the shadow trailed after the girl, waiting until they would come outside into the sunshine to strike. The door to Jean’s lab opened gently as Molly slipped in. She shut the door quietly behind her, sensing that the clones were too busy right now to be disturbed. With sleepy eyes, she gave a small wave and hugged her teddy bear close to her chest, walking over to her usual spot on the couch set under the window. Yawning, she stretched her arms high above her head and then picked up the comic she left off on, plopping down to a laying position on the sofa and began to read the comic above her head. Even though she knew the real Jean wasn’t in here, she liked having the company of someone she was familiar with. She knew her mother was busy with something important, and that was okay with her. She was able to read without being disturbed.
Kye sat straight up, top hat planted firmly on her head still. “No sleep, not a wink.” She tilted her head at Lucas, peering up at him with her creepy yellow eyes. “Excitement? Do tell. Do I get to kill certain mice?” she asked with a small smile on her lips. She was very tired of this place, wishing they could do something else besides stay here all day and worry about being manipulated in the brain to do certain things she did NOT want to do. That’s why the top hat was there though. “How will excitement come about?” “There is no way out of here,” Carter said flatly. He rolled over on his small bed, looking at Shane from where he was laying. There were dark circles under the boy’s eyes and he had no smile at all. He was finally roomed with someone else, but the little boy didn’t know what to make of him. “Pretending is for babies,” he muttered. Truth was, he knew where he was. There was no way to change it. As far as he was concerned, he was stuck there forever until something serious happened to him. He was never going to go home like the scientists kept promising him over and over again. “Why did you come here then in the first place then? No one gets out of here alive.” Carter stared at the older boy, waiting for his answer. Carter knew the guy walked in on his own, the other scientists said so. It made the little boy mad in a way. Carter had his freedom taken away from him while this guy chose to give it up voluntarily. Although Carter seemed too young to understand, he had feelings of thoughts that this older guy was here to manipulate him, just like the scientists. Everything was messing with his brain right now. Danni turned when she was addressed by Christie, paying attention to what the girl was saying. Christie, telekinetic, one of her students, she was there the night when Colton was kidnapped. When Christie was finished, Danni gave the girl a small, rare smile. “If you want a test, a test is what you’re going to get. Errol wants us to stay here though, take shifts to watch over Jex… That’ll be apart of your test. When we can get back to the Academy, I will set up another exam to test your strength and see how far you’ve come. I don’t know how soon that will be though.” Danni looked over at Ryan standing by Jex, frowning slightly. She didn’t have anything against boys liking other boys, she just wasn’t used to it. She forced herself to look back at Christie, keeping a serious expression on her face. “They found the place where Colton was taken too… You were on the case for Carter Justice? They found him too. They’re at some kind of science lab, they’re alive though. Errol and Jean are putting together some kind of plan to bust them out. It’s not going to be a walk in the park…” Danni sighed out, looking back out the window. This was just all messed up… Jex lay there, breathing in and out very slowly as the oxygen worked through his system. He was heavily medicated right now, everything was dark and sounded so far away. He didn't want to become fully awake though, not anytime soon. His body wouldn't allow that. His mind, however, had a mind of it's own. His heartbeat quickened slightly when Ryan began to caress his hand and his breathing stopped for a moment before resuming. Gradually, Jex's fingers in Ryan's hand twitched, putting some pressure on the other boy's hand. Jex could barely hear Ryan through the haze of the pain medications, but he heard him. He heard Danni as well at one point.
Slender arms suddenly went around Jean’s waist from behind and a head nuzzled deep in his shoulder before resting in place. Nicole stood there, hugging the man that was a year or two younger than her to try to comfort him the best way she could. She had tears streaming down her own cheeks as well, overcome with a sense of helplessness and sadness for those that had passed in this tragic way. Worse than that, she felt betrayed. All men were supposed to be created equal here in America. That’s what she was told when she moved here a year ago to escape her former life in Canada. But her son, her daughter… They were seen as products, a nuisance to society that needed to be rid of in one form or another. Seeing all those names, ages, and faces in the list made that thought more real than Nicole wanted it to be. She hugged Jean tighter to her small frame, taking in shaky breaths to compose herself once more. She was trying to tell him in a wordless way she knew the pain he felt and why he was the way he was now. More than that though, she was trying to tell him that she didn’t think of him as a monster or some form of life to freely dispose. He had saved her and her little girl. Now he was doing everything possible to get her son back to her. Nicole had seen many horrors in her life, but she would never be used to the darkness this world had to offer. Errol sat there in his chair, numb to the emotions he felt around the room as he stared at the names. He had seen a glimpse of what hell was like when he Mind Walked through Tempest’s head, but he had forgotten that only he had seen it. He was prepared for something like this to come up, but Jean was not. He wished he would have given him a warning of some kind before they began to research and find more answers to this puzzle. It was too late now to take that back though, the damage was done. Better now than later though, Errol thought in his mind as he laced his fingers together, resting his nose on his hands. Even if they were successful in retrieving Carter and Colton, there was a possibility they would see worse than what was glaring back at them on the computer screens. He wondered if Jean was really ready for this kind of thing, chewing the inside of his cheek in deep thought. “Jean…” Errol spoke softly, keeping his eyes on the computer. “Justice will be served to those who have been lost… I guarantee it. Their time is soon at hand… This nightmare will be put to rest and these monsters will not be seen or heard from again.” Errol felt something deep inside of him ignite as he stared at the logo of the science lab. A facility that researched people like them… And he thought he had seen it all when his entire family was almost completely wiped out by an unknown criminal ten years ago… “I need you to be strong, Jean.” Errol was becoming serious, lowering his hands from his face as he began to browse the screens of the computer and the different files he could retrieve. “Carter and Colton are depending on us to save them. If you can’t handle it…” He trailed off, not knowing the nicest way to put it. He decided to let the young man cool down. This was all very sudden and new to the bright individual, so hopeful about the world and everything it had to offer. It would take some time to adjust to something like this. Another list caught his attention and he clicked on it. It was donations of various types all from different people. Some companies and businesses were proud to display their names while there was one anonymous donor that caught Errol’s attention. $3million dollars every three months by Anonymous. He wondered if he should really be paying attention to this and clicked out, finding another file. This one had the various faces of scientists, almost like a profile laid out like detailed identification cards. Errol took in a sharp breath, staring at the demons that were responsible for this madness. He read through one name after another carefully, memorizing their faces and fields of study. He read through one named Isabella and froze in place, not believing what he was reading. One of the scientists was a telepathist… just like the children and teens trapped in that place. Errol clenched his jaw tightly in anger. This was getting worse and worse. “We need to get them out as soon as possible,” Errol said as he took out a pen and a pad of paper, scribbling down some notes. “I will contact Brendan, see if can get us some floor plans, more details of this place, security, traps, so forth and so on. In the meantime, this is all we have to work with.” Errol closed his eyes, reaching out to the young teen. Brendan, I need you to do me a favor. This is very dangerous, so listen carefully… You know we found the location and name of the place where Colton was taken to and a little boy in a case we’ve opened up. Ariel Studies Institute.It's a research facility to study those with psychic abilities... I need you to try to get some floor plans, get an idea of their security system, anything that will help us prepare to get Colton and the boy safely out. Can you do this for me? “Don’t try my patience,” Benjamin warned, squeezing a foam stress ball as tightly as he could over and over again. Benjamin had a horrible feeling inside his gut that things were going to start getting ugly, and he was the one to blame for it. He needed to handle this organization better, put a tighter leash on the mutts he allowed to roam free. Even though he handled the majority of the mess, he was grateful for Joshua taking over the rest and tying up the loose ends. He had had it with being enduring with these ungrateful, unruly kids and picked up the phone, dialing a number. He received voice mail and became even more irritated. “Tobias Greipr, report to Raven Sun’s headquarters, immediately.” He set down the receiver, dropping the call before he looked up at Walter. “What can I do to help you, Walter?” Benjamin said, doing his best to fall back into a professional role. His patience was wearing thin though right about now.
Break has been lifted. Thank you for your cooperation! The surgery was done. Jex was placed in the pediatric Intensive Care Unit in his own room eight hours later. The nurses told Danni and the rest of the group that were there that he was going to be okay for what he went through. “He will probably experience some memory loss,” the nurse told the group. “He might act a little different too… Trauma to the brain can do many different things to someone. When he wakes up, prepare yourself. But everything should be alright. He seems really strong-minded. When he woke up to talk to you, he wasn’t supposed to after what injuries he sustained. He’ll be fine. He’ll just need to stay here a few days to make sure he’s okay.” The nurses then allowed the group to see Jex. The teenage boy had his head wrapped firmly in gauze and bandages, covering up the other bruises and cuts from being pulverized. Oxygen tubes were around his nose, an IV and a medicine bag was hooked up to him, and a heart monitor beeped in the background, showing it was slow and steady. His eyes were swollen shut, his body propped up just a bit. Danni walked in the room first. She had heavy, dark bags under her eyes. Though Brendan gave them blankets to sleep in, she did not sleep easy. Seeing Jex like this brought back horrible memories into the ginger’s mind. She cringed and looked to the side, forcing herself to walk towards her cousin. Another friend was hurt. Another one with powers… Why? Why was this happening? Danni took in a deep breath, forcing her tired eyes to look down at her cousin. “You look like shit,” she muttered with a half-smile. She pulled up a chair and sat her weary body down, putting a hand on Jex’s. Her uncle told her that people listened even though they were asleep, and that physical contact helped as well. She felt awkward doing something like this, but wanted to please her uncle. She needed to be a spokesperson for him after all. “Uncle Errol can’t be here… He’s very sorry. He’s worried about you. We’re all worried about you.” She looked behind her to the rest of the group and then back to Jex. “Errol’s got someone who kidnapped Carter. They’re gonna find him. They’re really close to finding him. Colton too. He told me you wouldn’t want him to be here if that was the case… Was that what you were trying to do? Get information from a psycho?” She laughed tiredly, shaking her head. “Boy, you’re stupid… But you’re my stupid cousin. You went through worse before… Pull out of this one, too. Please. For us…” She trailed off, squeezing her cousin’s hand. “I’m worried about you… I can’t hear your thoughts. Errol can’t connect to you… I hope everything’s okay up in there.” Tears finally came to Danni’s eyes and she quickly wiped them away. She gave Jex’s limp hand another squeeze and then stood up, going over to the hospital window, keeping her back to the doorway. She had just exposed a vulnerable side to an audience, something she rarely showed. She felt uneasy, yet at the same time was proud for talking to her unconscious cousin and doing what her uncle wanted her to do. She looked outside, seeing the sun slowly peeking over the mountains in the east, turning the clouds pink and orange. Despite the ugliness of the morning, it was beautiful outside. Kiki stood outside of Jex’s room, feeling like she was intruding if she went in to see someone she didn’t know very well. She gently blew on a white feather in between her fingers, leaning against the wall with one foot against it. She then sighed out, looking around. She had stayed the night to keep her new friend Ryan company, but now she felt like she was no longer needed. She smiled and looked to Ryan. “I think I’m going to go now,” she said with a grin, standing up from the wall. “It was nice to meet ya! I hope Jex will be alright, and that you will feel better soon.” She giggled and shrugged her shoulders while tilting her head slightly to the side. “Take care!” Kiki made the feather disappear and then picked up her skateboard from the floor along with her helmet, starting to walk away from the small group from the academy. Mai gradually woke up from a deep sleep, greeted by the sounds of birds singing, a breeze rustling through the trees, and the sounds of gentle pipe music. Her eyes fluttered open as the oxygen mask blew gently on her face and saw the welcoming sight of the meadow with wild flowers of all kinds blowing in the wind as a striking sunrise was coming over the hills. She breathed out and smiled softly, then suddenly winced in pain. Her stomach felt sore as if there were several knots in it while her whole body felt so weak and ached all over. In all her time she had been here, she never felt like this. She didn’t even have the strength to lift her head or move very much at all. Mai laid there, breathing in and out slowly, trying to fight down the feeling of dread. She needed to fight, she needed to feel better and soon. She knew that Lyle didn’t have patience for a weak subject. Pushing those thoughts out of her head, the weak girl mustered enough strength to turn her head to Colton’s bed, wondering how he was holding up. Yesterday... If Jean had wanted to, he could have apprehended the woman here and now. However, he needed to make absolute sure that this was in fact the woman. Sure she dressed like the assassin in Molly's description, but until she was caught in the act, he was not going to do anything. Jean kept his distance from the two as Nicole was the first to walk through the stores exit. The lady matching the description in the photo came out second. He kept his cool, following suit after a minute before watching Nicole bump into a man. It startled Nicole, and it definitely startled Jean as mind raced with assumptions. However, it seemed Jean's nightmare was just a farce. A small sigh escaped the young scholar, walking to a kiosk nearby while maintaining visual on the woman and the kitty. For a moment he thought there were two assailants involved. The sound of a gun being cocked resonated through the oscillation of air molecules. Micro vibrations which alerted the well tuned Jean. Brown eyes widened as he witnessed the kitty pull the gun to Nicole's head. Without hesitation Jean went to action. The molecules that made up the man's body began to vibrate, causing his body to look like a blur, a smudge on a canvas that stood still in time. Everything around him slowed nearly to a halt, an effect of his mind processing all the visual information at an improbable rate. Heat coursed through the man's body, and it hurt, but it was also a sign that energy was being created, used in this moment. Eyes focused themselves on the assailant. Taking into account a basic principle of physics, he made sure to control the strength he was exerting through body. Legs went to work, compelling Jean to rush forward to spirit away the Kitty with the gun. Arms curled under the gunman as he picked her up like a bride on her wedding day and whisked her away to where Errol was hiding. If cameras were watching, they'd first have seen the assailant with the gun getting ready to end Nicole, and then in a fraction of a second, she'd be gone. It would take investigators a keen eye to notice that small moment in time when a blur spirited through that scene. Even if they caught the moment, and paused it at the exact time, they wouldn't recognize the said blur. Not even facial recognition software could make heads or tail of the blur face. A blur is a blur, like a smudge that distorts a pictures true identity. A huge gust of wind smacked into the area Errol was in as the kitty was left standing with her gun cocked, and aimed at....thin air? Jean was bent over in exhaustion near a dumpster, inhaling and exhaling in a wince with beads of sweat pouring out of his head next to Errol. "OH...MY....GOD!!!" he shouted in extreme exhaustion. Back straightened as right hand pulled the beanie off of his head, mouth gaped open as windpipe forced air into lungs. "I didn't realize...how rusty... I've become..." he muttered through gasps of breath, not realizing the bottom of his sneakers had started to catch fire. The culprit didn't have time to fire her gun as things suddenly changed. She blinked, clearly caught off guard with what had just transpired and trying to get her bearings again, but she didn't have a chance. Errol was too caught off guard, not expecting Jean to pull a stunt like that. As soon as he realized what was happening, he quickly used Bind, making the would be assassin drop her gun and forced her arms to be plastered to her sides and then down on her knees. The culprit grunted, trying to fight against what was happening. "Well this is a first," she muttered, still trying to wiggle around or move but could not. Errol kept his hold on the potential kidnapper and then looked to the young man. "Jean, your shoes are on fire," he said in a matter of fact tone. Hands scurried as they went about tapping hysterically at the plasma of intense heat that was eating away at his shoes. "Crap!" he muttered in panic. Legs flung shoes off one by one, revealing charred socks. Wondering whether that was all that had been affected, Jean checked his entire outfit for any signs of fire or charring. Running at inhuman speeds was risky, and this was merely one of the MINOR side effects. Errol ignored Jean’s frantic attempts to put out the fires that had occurred and focus on the woman. “So, you captured me. Now what?” the woman said, keeping her cool as she knelt there, staring emotionless up at the scruffy man. “Now you tell us everything you know about Carter Justice,” Errol said, holding up Carter’s filer from the Job Board. Before the woman spoke, Errol interjected. “We know it was you that kidnapped him. We have a witness to your crime. You threatened to kill the witness’s mother-“ “I do what I say I will do,” the woman said, her voice harsh and icy. Errol kept a calm appearance, lowering Carter’s flier for just a moment. “So you’re not denying it was you.” “Why wouldn’t I?” she smirked, laughing menacingly. “You’re just going to read my mind anyways, right?” “Then tell us where Carter is.” Tempest smirked, tilting her head. “I do what I say I will do. I was told to keep my mouth shut after the job was done and silence those who got in my way or threatened to reveal things they shouldn’t.” NJean finished patting his shoulders frantically. Bangs parted as air escaped fluted lips in a show of realization of just how messy the scorches had made him. "Tempest, right?" he queried rhetorically, not really caring whether he had gotten her name right. He turned to face the restrained assailant. "Listen. I'm sure you have your...code of conduct and some crap ideology to uphold...but let's be realistic here. You're apprehended, and there sure as heck is no way you're escaping this situation unless you tell us what we need to know. Mind you, this is merely a courtesy. I'm sure you're aware of what a telepath can do, right? So let's not waste time, and answer the man. Tell us everything you know on Carter Justice. Then, when you're all finished, tell us where he's currently located." he explained, eye sight never wavering from the woman. His tone wasn't cold, but it was steady as a means to deliver the facts of the situation. “I’m surprised you knew what poison I used, Jean. It would have been fun to see you scrambling to figure out how to save Molly’s sweet mother only to fail.” She smirked, her vivid eyes without light in them. “If I kept my eyes opened, you would have been the first to die. But if I would have killed Nicole in front of you… that would have been something else.” “Enough,” Errol snapped, tightening the hold on Tempest to make her shut up. “I have tried to be nice, but now it’s time to get ugly… If you’re not going to tell us where Carter Justice is, I WILL pull that information out from you piece by piece… and you will be nothing but a blubbering idiot when I’m finished with you…” He had enough of these mind games from these unknown people. He needed to find his student, the one he secretly adopted as his own in his heart. Time was running out for everyone near and dear to them. “Do your worst,” she said with a sickening grin. The man kept a straight face, setting his jaw in place. “As you wish.” Without much warning, Errol had touched Tempest’s forehead and a small pulsating electric wave tingled in the air. Tempest’s eyes suddenly grew wide, staring off into nothing while Errol kept his close, keeping one hand on the woman’s forehead while the other was pressed to his temple of his head. Silence wrapped around the area behind the dumpster. Jean, what’s happening? Nicole’s voice filtered through the mind but channeled just to Jean. She sounded nervous, unsure what was going on and if she was safe or not. The Mind Walking session continued on. The air around Errol and Tempest was starting to feel heavy emotionally as if a dark, unseen pressure weighed down on someone’s chest while facing their greatest fear or facing the tragic news of a death of a loved one. Errol’s arm began to shake while Tempest began to gasp for air; both of them began to gleam with perspiration from the intensity of the situation. Finally, after what it seemed like several moments had gone back, Errol broke away and grunted, holding his head as Tempest collapsed on the ground in a limp heap. She was still alive, but rendered unconscious. The man’s head throbbed as he took in deep, huge gulps of air, trying to grasp that he was back in reality. His eyes were wide as if he had seen a ghost or some ghoulish scenario, which was uncharacteristic for the man. He took in a shaky breath, pushing himself to calm down and refocus. “I know… Where Carter is.” Hands trembling, he massaged his forehead, wiping the sweat from his brow. “This is not good,” he muttered, looking up at his young friend. “He’s at a science lab of some sort… Ariel Research Institute.” Next Day... Nicole placed a mug of coffee in front of Errol while giving Jean a glass of milk. Errol nodded to Nicole as he hacked into files, bringing up several different files and researching them all. “Thank you, Nicole…” Nicole smiled a little and then moved away from the desk. She sat down heavy with her cup of herbal tea, stirring it around absently. The news of where her son was located was disturbing to her. A research facility? She wondered what they were doing to him, or if he was even alive. Her heart ached and she grasped her chest, feeling the emotional pain surface to physical pain. “Ah, here we are,” Errol said as he brought up several things. “Ariel Research Institute, privately funded by government… Located near Area 51 but operates as a separate facility. What they research is highly classified, high security files I can’t hack into without being seen… Brendan might, but he’s not here at the moment. I’ll summon him shortly…” Errol trailed off when he found a file that read “Subject List”. Though the actual experiments and things conducted were out of sight, he had a possible list of the names of those who were there. Feeling apprehension, Errol clicked on the file and watched as several names began to scroll on the screen. Next to the names were the ages, the gender, and the words alive/deceased. The number of deceased were increasingly large, which made Errol’s blood boil. He then recognized a name. “Jean… Look.” He pointed to Colton’s name, listed towards the top. “He’s alive.” Errol felt a tremendous amount of relief come off his shoulder for a moment before he began to scan the list once more. “There’s Carter, he’s alive too.” Nicole jumped up, nearly spilling her tea as she set it down on an end table, hurrying over to the computer screen to get a look. Errol clicked on a name and a picture popped up. Nicole gasped, putting both hands over her mouth to stifle a cry. There was Carter, staring at the camera. There was barely any light left in his tired eyes, and he looked extremely thin from the previous photos Nicole had shown before. His hair was thinning, and he looked almost hopeless… Like no one would find him or he would never go home. Nicole felt tears coming on as she reached out, gently touching the photograph on the screen. “I’m so sorry,” the young mother whispered recently, sniffing to try to contain herself. Errol let the young mother have a moment, grabbing a tissue box to hand to the young mother. “We will get him back,” Errol said softly, finding himself staring at the screen as well. What he saw through his Mind Walk he wished he never had seen. There was torture, pain, suffering, screaming, crying, death… He could only imagine what Carter had gone through for the last four months now.
A shadow emerged from a cave within the island, aroused by the noises that were sounding off outside. What in the world was going on out there? The figure stiffened, seeing a pair standing not too far away from her. Akira pulled out her katana and stepped into a fighting stance, her eyes fierce and determined. Her sword soon ignited and orange flames licked the blade. "Who are you?" she demanded, her eyebrows furrowed as her red hair whipped behind her with the ocean's breeze. "What are you doing on my island?" Her voice was taunt. These were strangers, intruders in her territory. She had no idea who they were or what their motives were. OOC: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SWAMP?!?!?! "
Joining this RP like: Spoiler "I have NO idea what I'm doing!" ஜName: Akira Nakano ஜ Age: 21 ஜ Appearance: ❊ ஜSmall bio: Akira doesn't like to talk about herself. In fact, she doesn't talk to me much, and I'm her creator. What can be said about her is that she trained herself since she was very young to learn how to fight and has somewhat of a high moral standard. She's quiet, doesn't talk much unless she's spoken to, seems to keep to herself quite often, always silently observing what happens around her. ஜ Reason for rescuing the hero: Akira believes corruption resides in everyone, so she has no particular reason or will to rescue this said hero ஜWeapon: Single blade katana that can separate into two separate blades (Twin Katanas), also will use her fists if necessary ஜPower: Controls fire elements. Torch: Lights her blade(s) on fire Fire Whips: Creates a whip made out of fire with her swords that can extend up to seven feet Fire Wall: Can send a powerful wall of fire towards a target Fire Fists: Can make fire in her fists and use them as a punching machine Healing Light: Use heat to heal minor cuts, bruises, and wounds Flash Fire Step: The ability to step and temporarily vanish from enemy's sight, appearing elsewhere to confuse the enemy and counter-attack ஜ Other: She likes cinnamon rolls.
Username: Maka Albarn Name: Gwen Mitchell Age at Death: 15 Appearance: one x two Cause of Death: Death was caused by blunt force trauma to the spinal column. How Cause of Death affects the Afterlife: Has a weird fear of heights, back aches occasionally around the top part of her neck, sometimes comes completely paralyzed for moments lasting for a few seconds to several minutes and will sometimes not have a sense of what's going on. Reason they are Anchored: Fraternal twin sister and her sister's best friend's guilt Username: Maka Albarn Name: Nikola Durant Age at Death: 24 Appearance: ✮ Cause of Death: ♫ Found a peanut, found a peanut, found a peaAaAanut on the ground~! ♫ Kidding. He choked on one How Cause of Death affects the Afterlife: Chokes out of no where and turns blue, has a fear of nuts Reason they are Anchored: Girlfriend had a fight with him. Was planning to make up for it the night he passed away.
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-squeals in excitement- Yaaaaaay! You joined! Truly accepted. I'll add you to the accepted characters roster ASAP. xD
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I've been doing a lot of thinking lately since I started to visit this website again. I thought I put all my bad feelings to rest, but it wasn't so. I've broken down, cried, cursed the past and wished that I was different and things were different too... But then I talked to some good friends and my therapist, and they helped me gradually see that I don't need to focus on all of this. It's stupid, silly, dramatic, childish even. Things happened for a reason, and it's out of my hands. I can't dwell on it anymore. That'll only just keep me down. I need no drama or llamas... It's not just cause of stuff that happened here on this forum that made me think, but also my past. It's hard to explain my life story to anyone, and I didn't realize it till recently. I didn't have it exactly... normal. So not only am I trying to focus on letting go of silly stuff like this, but also the things I underwent as a kid and just recently came out of last year. I'm trying to come to terms with the demons that still haunt me and hang onto me tight, and it's a constant battle everyday. But now, for sure, I know I'm not alone like I thought I was. This poem I dedicate to @Hexin, @Sice, @Acє, @lockedongamer, and @Trєy... For taking the time to talk to me when you can and to help me out on my down days, talk things out with me logically, let me rant, let me cry, and just for being patient with me lately. I greatly appreciate it. I t's... I guess this is freestyle. I feel like I'm rusty with poems, but it came to my head and I just wrote it out the best I could. It's Time to Let Go It’s time to let go All the weight on me Heavy, steady, down Only I will know Tears that soaked sheets Never, ever feeling complete Loss, out of reach Anger, sorrow, pain that will soon breech Broken, no way to mend Shattered pieces, lost again Give up, give in, cry Hopeless cause, why stay alive It’s time to let go All the demons that Kept me company Kept me on the ground Demon called Betrayal Friend turned foe, stabbed me in the back Demon called Loneliness Odd ball, weird duck, no room for me Demons, demons, demons Worthlessness, Bitterness Anger, Isolation Depression, Death, and Pain It’s time to let go All the darkness inside To turn to the sun And finally see I am strong, I am brave I am loved, I am strange I scream, I sing I dream, I weep I cannot be what is not Be the perfect angel Be something that’s store-bought But be something like me It’s time to let go Of you, yes you The ones I held on tight Not giving up I hurt you, you hurt me I am to blame, but that’s okay No longer eye-for-eye Bury the hatchet, put away The ones that vanished Without saying goodbye I miss you, alright But you can’t always stay It’s time to let go All of this hate All of this ache All of this grief I am to live I know I can’t die I’ve already tried I am to write I am to be I am the one to choose It took this long I have nothing to lose
