Broken Heart...where's my soul

ZC ran to where the voice was.
"erin is that you!?" ZC asked

 

"yes...ZC...I can't move..."

 

ZC used his saber to cut the bars, then he put it away.
"I got you buddy" ZC said picking him up.
ooc have the scientists try to stop ZC that would be funxdxd

 

*A scientist came twords ZC*

"I can't let you take our new progect" he said then snaped his fingers

*a group of people all dressed in the same uniform and all wearing the same makes*

"thease are our perfect solgers" the scientist said

 

"with every positive there is a negative. as a scientist you should know that."
back-pack did a highpiched jumped off and did a high piched scream at the scientists.
ZC covered Erins ears

 

*the scientist cloverd his ears and the solgers backed up but didn't seem to fazed*

 

back-pack threw a grenade.
ZC lightsaber was floating in the air.

 

*the solgers attacked*

"this will never end! Erin shall be one of our solgers!" the scientiset yelled

 

The grenade was actually a smoke bomb
ZC put his googles on, then let his lightsaber chop the scientists that came his way

 

*alot of the solgers died but others came at ZC*

 

ZC lifted a scientist in the air the lightsaber went threw him, and ZC used it to go through a few more scientists.
back-pack fired

 

*all the 'purfect solgers' and the scientists died*

 

"So these where perfect solgers??" ZC walked up to the man ready to kill him

 

"yes, but they werre just tests...we have the prefect people picked out for the job...you know three of them"

 

"You should be on your knees begging right now not to die, yet you stand here like nothing is going to happen. i am going to kill you for hurting him." ZC said his lightsaber still in the air

 

"yes but with me dieing...they have tooken Mike and Tarra and are about to make them 'purfect solgers'!" the man laughed

 

"Soldiers??????? prepare to die!!!"
ooc can i finish him quickly?

 

ooc: sure
bic: *he laughed*

 

ZC's lightsaber quickly cut the mans head of.

 

*the man droped dead*

What are we going to do?