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| Topic Started: Jul 30 2007, 12:01 AM (1,014 Views) | |
| Kelrian | Jul 30 2007, 12:01 AM Post #1 |
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((OOC/ed: Have fun with the insanity. Oh, and M for violence in the form of torture. Forgot about that.)) He had hunted them down. His sisters found out who they were like he'd asked, never mind what for. He'd left in the middle of the night, all optimisim. He hadn't thought of what he'd do once he found them. He had hesitated. Planning wasn't his strong suit, and he hadn't gone for help. So his predictament was mostly his fault. They didn’t even have to keep him chained. All he could manage to do was struggle back to his knees. Barely. The tear-streaked, blood-streaked boy wasn‘t healing as fast as he had before. Before the endless pain. He looked down at his arm. Burns healed even slower. The scorched flesh of his forearm made his stomach turn. “So,” a mocking voice made his head ache. Did the man have to talk while he tortured him? Couldn’t he leave him to deal with the pain in peace? Of course not. “There are limits to your regenerative powers. Imagine that.” There was someone snickering in the background but, closer, someone else was retching. Apparently Kelrian’s blood was too much to look at for the younger members of the gang. “You are an incredible fool, child,” the man proclaimed. Kel was willing to agree with that at the moment. He couldn’t believe he’d left without telling anyone. He was, almost definitely, going to die. And that would hurt people, he knew. That he’d vanished, never to be heard of again. “I’m an idiot,” the boy with blood-streaked blonde hair murmured to himself. His father, his sisters, his stepmother… they would never know. He closed his eyes, and saw his friends in his minds eye. There weren’t many, but those that he thought of as friends… he hoped that they would just forget about the clumsy blond boy who was maybe a little too friendly. “Sorry. So sorry.” The man scowled. The mutant freak was talking to himself. He better not have lost his mind already from the pain, or that’d take the pleasure out of destroying him. They might as well finish him off if that was the case. “You seem familiar,” the leader commented. He smiled when the boy’s eyes rose to glare at him. “You killed my mother.” A simple statement of fact, underlined with cold anger and physical pain. “I’ve killed many freaks,” the man said carelessly. “I may not be able to destroy them all, but one by one we are cleansing the earth of abominations.” He shrugged. “How long ago?” “Fourteen years,” Kel replied, trying not to choke in grief or anger or pain. The combination of the three was horrid. “She had silver wings…” “Ah? That one?” the man chuckled. “Yes, that must be it. You look just like she did, almost, after we ripped those pretty mutations from her back. How she wept. But she had a strange strength about her. I understand now. She died to protect you. How valiant.” He sneered. “Too bad it was in vain. You have followed in her footsteps, and you shall have the same end.” He glanced at the boy, whose body was almost done healing. Again. Almost two days of this torment and his body was still regenerating. It was unnatural! “I wonder. Would you regrow a limb?” Kel’s face paled. “I d-don’t know!” And he did not want to find out! “Let’s put it to the test,” the man crooned. He was mad, he had to be mad. A plain, metal saw. Not mechanical, just a saw, metal teeth. He chuckled as he saw his victim shudder. Abruptly he sharply called, “Hold him down!” “NO!” Kelri screamed, thrashing, unable to break free. He was too weak. They were too many. He watched his tormentor come closer, felt the cold metal gently touch his wrist. “Please, no,” he whispered, closing his eyes. This was insane. And just as his body finished healing his other hurts, another pain rent his body. It began in his wrist and overcame his mind. It just hurt, more than anything so far… he screamed again, wordlessly, until his throat was raw and no more sound could pass from his lips. “Interesting that this regen has absolutely no tolerance for pain,” he glanced at the now-limp youth, and tossed the boy’s hand next to him. “Heal that.” A cold laugh, indifferent to other‘s suffering. Or perhaps merely amused. A few people glanced at each other, uneasy. Something about this was so very wrong. He nudged the teenager with his boot. “Don’t pass out, we’re not finished yet.” He nodded in greeting as one of his cohorts handed him his knives. He began. Another member knelt next to them. He smiled at Kel in a friendly manner than he had no right to use in that situation. “You know, just say the word and this will all end.” He sighed at the violent shake of the boy’s head. “Death will come nonetheless. You have one more chance to end this now.” He sighed again. “So be it. Continue.” He stood up, walked away as the blond mutant began to cry hoarsely. No more screaming for him. Just broken tears. He wanted it to end, but he didn’t want to die. He would survive, he had to survive. If only surviving didn’t hurt so much. |
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| Ellis Reed | Jul 30 2007, 12:04 AM Post #2 |
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“This way!” Wren darted down an alleyway, closely followed by the three male members of Edraitii. There were, of course, other people in their organization, but they were the core. Wren, with her empathic skills, led them to their targets. Riker and Bazie, speed and strength, battered them. And Eldan, the Wraith, blasted them with energy he stole from his victims for that very purpose - finishing them off. Well, sometimes he let them live. Usually, actually. But Wren’s dark face was pale, and she looked like she was going to be physically ill. The tough girl was horrified and determined to destroy the people responsible for the pain herself if need be. Suddenly she moaned, and stopped. She fell to her knees and started vomiting in the shadows. “Wren!” Eldan dropped to his knees beside her, and held her shaking shoulders as she retched and sobbed. He was shocked. Tears. He hadn’t seen her cry before. “Shh.” He was more than a little uneasy. Just what was going on? The girl wiped her mouth, and stood up abruptly. El stood up, much slower, and asked quietly, “Can you go on? We could take it from here-” “I’m coming,” Wren told him harshly. The other two boys watched, waiting, silently. “Very well. Lead on.” The girl nodded and started running again. Bazie ambled along behind, while Riker was hard put not to race ahead in case he lost them. El, however, drifted above them now, appearing the Wraith he named himself for. Insubstantial yet incredibly dangerous. He followed his three into an apartment building, but rather than going up they went down, and further down… suddenly he didn’t have to follow. He heard muffled screams and laughter and nervous whispers. Eldan darted ahead, through walls, knowing they’d follow. This time he wanted to be first. He longed to blast something to dust. He paused at entering the dim, candlelit chamber. It wasn’t difficult to find the victim. Follow the scent of blood, the sound of whimpering. The wrath of the wraith was soon to be unleashed… El glanced down at the hurt one, it was nice to play the hero, and nearly choked. He would have if he had a solid body at the moment. He knew that face. The blonde boy he’d met that rainy day at the Falls. The harmless clumsy friendly boy, with too much energy. An annoyance that was almost pleasant. He looked at his shattered body with horror. The detached hand barely registered. Oh gods, he moaned mentally. It was just sick. What are they doing? They’re… his… why? Just slicing him up for fun? Not likely. They didn’t even glance at the boy as he shook, sobbed, screamed. Why were they doing it? Eldan had a feeling that this had been going on for quite some time from the amount of blood surrounding them. He noticed the slow regeneration of the wounds. The sick amusement a few tormentors had in opening those wounds again. He cursed, made himself slightly more visible for effect - he couldn’t help but be dramatic even in such a moment - and dived towards them. “AHH a ghost!” someone screamed and threw himself onto the floor. El glided through half the people in the room, stealing more energy than he could handle. People stumbled, weakly, and shivered violently. Little sparks burned his insubstantial fingers as the energy attempted to escape. He let out a frightening howl - it really hurt. The dark haired wraith looked down at the scrambling people, and let loose blast after blast of energy. Despite his anger, he kept the level of each blast low enough to cause blackouts rather than deaths. Until he saw a man bury knife after knife, to the hilts, in the blonde’s chest. The chest wasn’t moving. Pure energy charged the air, and the blast that hit the man left nothing but a scorch mark, ashes, and charred clothes. He drifted down, and became substantial again without even noticing. He slumped next to the blond. He was too late, and he couldn’t even move. Hopefully his trio would get here before anyone else. Or before his targets began to recover. “Sorry,” he breathed to the still body. He stared when the blonde’s head turned toward him. Blue eyes open. Blinking. Surprise. He was alive. |
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| Kelrian | Jul 30 2007, 04:33 PM Post #3 |
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It stopped. Not the pain, the pain was definately there, but there was no more new injuries. He was barely concious, but he realized that he was hanging onto life by threads. His regeneration was down to the point that it could only stop the bleeding and life threatening injuries from causing death. He was in dire straits. Kelrian heard someone by his side, but not hurting him. That was odd enough in his current situation, that he turned to look at him. A vaguely familiar face. He blinked, and smiled weakly. So it was the other young man from the falls. How unlikely, that he would meet the one at the Institute and this one here of all places. Noticing the fallen figues, he wondered what had happened. Could it possibly have been him? What was the name... El... Eldan. He wanted to say thank you, but his throat hurt too much from screaming. |
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| Ellis Reed | Jul 30 2007, 04:59 PM Post #4 |
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"Don't move," Eldan said, trying to push himself back into a sitting position. His head was pounding, and he felt like hell. His eyes burned and every muscle in his body ached. He may have overreached himself. "What was your name again?" he blinked and said before there could possibly be an answer, "Don't try to talk. Oh.." he stared at the knives sticking out of the boy's chest, wanting to pull them out and fling them away, but not wanting to make things worse. He noticed something on the other side of Kel, laying there. A hand. Oh gods, they cut off his hand. He felt even worse, now. The blood pooled around the boy was making him shudder violently, and making his stomach lurch. How could so much blood come from one person? Looking down at the blood, then at himself. He sighed. He was naked. Damn. He forgot about that. Lost his clothes when he went insubstantial. He stole the still-smoking clothes from the little pile of dust and dressed in clothes far too large for himself. Finally he pulled out the knives, one at a time, flinging them as far as he could. He was relieved to see only a little blood seeping from the wounds before the it stopped altogether. Though the wounds weren't closing. So many injuries, repeated, that his powers could barely hold his life together. Eldan slumped to the floor again, unable to get up a second time despite the chilling horror of laying in the spilled blood. Tt soaked through his clothes. "It's going to be alright," he said, a little hopelessly as footsteps echoed from the stairs. Too many for it to be his trio of Edraitii. They must've run into trouble... |
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| Grimalkin | Aug 3 2007, 02:58 PM Post #5 |
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It was the most disgusting thing ever to smell. All the scents in the area seemed to drown and those following them would become lost. The air even tasted as such which was even worst. To breathe it in through your nose was one thing but to actually use the scent pads on the tongue meant just one thing, there was a lot of it. The metallic smell in the air was so overpowering that even a small grey and black cat had to stop and begin to rub its nose on a nearby beam to get the smell out. The new high powered senses were not also fun but the small creature had accepted them with hope. It was known that one would have an advantage with higher senses than a human. Tonight however the boy who turned into a cat wished that that wasn't the case. Blood had overpowered the scent Mittens was following. He so happened saw Kelrian sneaking from the institute and with curiosity like his he had to follow. Right now, however, it was ever clear that getting help or telling some about it was a lot better than giving chase. Something was terribly wrong; whose blood was this and why was had it have to taste so much like iron. The cat retched slightly. The need to puke was so much that though he knew he shouldn't, the catboy contemplated turning back into a human and doing so. Lucky didn't scratch the surface because the decision not to reveal himself as a mutant was made before the chase began. It was a good thing to decide especially when muffled screams made his ears twitch in fright. What was going on? Where was Kel? Why did he lose him? Who did those screams belong to? Whose blood was this? Those questions repeated throughout the cat's head. Something bad had happened or it was about to start again. He had to find Kel to get him out of here before he got hurt. The stronger the smell of blood became the more he dreaded the truth. Yet as the cat slinked around the final corner the last shred of hope died in disgust. A pool of chrisom, a scene of destruction, two men in the middle of both; ~Kel,~ Mittens screamed in thought. ~Please don't be... you can't be... Kel.~ The blood was slippery his small paws couldn't stay in one place but he made it to the teen's side. The cat first rubbed his face against the blonde teen's cheek and then his whole body against his face as cat's do to seek affection. The slow rhythm of purring started in an attempt to give comfort while blood matted to his fur. Then it hit him, someone else was there. Briefly turning away from his friend the catboy faced the unknown man. He too seemed injured and if he saved Kel than one thing was clear. Silently he placed his front paws on to the man's forehead, while his tail brushed up against Kelrian's ear. A mew issued from the still cat of a boy but if one listened careful the familiar tiny voice could be heard beneath it. "Sir," it said, "Are you alright? What's happened?" With that he turned his back on the stranger leaving two bloody paw prints on his pale head. This couldn't be real but as the small cat began to lick away a bit of blood from his friend's face just below one of his blue eyes, the reality struck. It was real, it had happened, Kel had been tortured only to be saved but not to escape, and they were still in danger. Those thoughts ended with a widening of cat's eyes. The terrible prospect of the future hit him so hard that if he wasn't a cat he would be winded and crying like mad. Strange hazel eyes followed the length of Kel's arm to where a stump now laid. "What have they done to you," Mittens asked without keeping his voice down. ~They cut of you hand, why?~ |
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| Kelrian | Aug 3 2007, 05:34 PM Post #6 |
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JP Kelrian & Eldan Kelrian noticed something touching him and nearly screamed despite his hoarse throat. But it was soft and furry, and purring. It was a cat. What was a cat doing down here…? He couldn’t focus, for the pain. Actually he felt like he was going to pass out, but he figured that he might not wake if he did so. Unless someone came to take care of him - unlikely in this situation - his healing coma would kill him before it finished healing his injuries. "Sir," it said, "Are you alright? What's happened?" Eldan laughed quietly, slightly unstable at the moment. A cat came up and asked him if he was alright. After a moment, the laughter ended, and he was trying not to cry. He was losing it. Great. The wraith mumbled, “Just overused my powers… I’m useless.” With that, he forced himself to a sitting position. He'd get such a backlash if he tried to use his powers in the state he was in. He was shaking, but he had heard racing footsteps. They were so deep - it may have been echoing from higher up, they might have a little time. Shuddering, he said simply, “They were killing him.” "What have they done to you?” Kelrian suddenly focused, although that made the pain more real. It couldn’t be… the eyes. Oh, no. It was. “Mittens!” he cried, in a rough, pained voice. He hadn‘t known the catboy could turn into a cat fully, but there was no doubt in his mind. “Robert… you shouldn’t be here,” he said, quietly, struggling to get up as well. “You have to get out of here before they come…” he trailed off. The footsteps were much closer now. He slumped to the ground. “Stop talking,” Eldan murmured, despite his confusion. After the blonde managed to get up and talk hysterically to the cat, only to collapse again. He pulled the injured boy into his arms, glaring at the entrance to the dungeon like room. Even trying to use his power hurt, but he gathered enough energy - from himself, rather than the hurt one - for one last attack. He’d wait until they were close and there was no chance of missing. It would probably kill him - but they would definitely kill him, and the others as well. Even if it didn’t kill him - it would draw the attackers attention to him. “If they are to attack as soon as they enter, pretend to be dead. They’ll probably leave you alone until its over and hopefully by then my backup will be here.” Being touched hurt terribly - his entire body was like one big hurt - but it was better than laying on the cold stone floor, in his own blood. Kelrian couldn’t really pay attention to what the other guy was saying. He stroked the kitten with his good hand, one of the only unblemished parts of his body. He had wanted to tell Mittens to run, but there was only one entrance and it was now full of angry anti-mutant fanatics. “Touch him,” Eldan snarled - albiet weakly - “And you'll die." |
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| Ellis Reed | Aug 16 2007, 06:05 AM Post #7 |
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Energy Manipulation / Wraith Form
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JP - Mittens, Kelrian, & Eldan No it could not be true. Not that, anything but that. How could anyone dream of killing such a strangely tall teen? These revelations from the odd man sharing the pool of blood with them were so impossible to grasp that Mittens was lost for words. This was all too much; he should have just gotten help. His actions could have caused others pain. What would they think about him? What would his sister think? An odd feeling began to shiver throughout his body. This wasn't due to the fact of Kel's outburst or from him providing absentminded comfort by being a cat. No, he could feel it right now something happening that would jeopardize everything. It would risk everyone's life including his. "Kel, I'm sorry," he mewed only to be silenced by Eldan's threat and the stomping foot steps. "I am so afraid," a young woman said, coolly. Her eyes coldly took in the unconscious bodies strewn about the room before returning to the mutants. The cat was barely registered. She didn’t hear it speak. "So afraid… You can’t even stand, boy. Don’t give me empty threats." The abhorrence in her eyes as they met Eldan’s, hatred and disgust, was so clear… "That child is dying anyhow, get over it." "You should be afraid," Eldan managed to spit out trying to buy time. If it came to it he could collapse the building on top of them all. He just didn’t… want to die. It was that simple. He had people that depended on him. Was it his imagination or did he hear his friends? Were they coming? The hurt one was quickly losing consciousness, was barely clinging to it. Without thinking he stroked the boys blond hair - like he would with the lost ones when they came to him with their nightmares. He would not let him die. The odd feeling increased greatly. Mittens knew that for some reason he could not hold his cat form much longer. He wasn't aware of it, the green eyes with yellow twinges that he had in cat form would single the immediate change back to human if they became laced with the dark brown color he had once shared with his sister. But no it must not happen. Kel was slipping into unconsciousness and though the woman seemed to know the odd man the footsteps were still coming. Despite himself the kitten mewed quietly and started licking his mate's fingers. "Should I?" The woman asked softly, walking slowly towards the two fallen figures. She didn’t seem to notice or care about the blood she was walking through, staining her white sneakers red. She looked so normal, except for the coldly hateful eyes, unafraid of the weakened mutants with an armed mob at her back. She didn’t notice the dark purple blur move through the crowd; neither did anyone in the crowd. Not until the blur skidded in the blood and fell down on his face right in front of her. She frowned, taking a step back. "Riker!" Never before had Eldan been so pleased to see the speed demon. "Heyla El, so sorry I’m late," the purple haired boy said cheerfully. "We were held up. This place is infested with vermin," he explained. His eyes were on the crowd maliciously told them who exactly he considered the vermin to be. "You’re timing is excellent, as always," Eldan rolled his eyes. Riker was such a dramatic; completely ruthless to those who threatened anyone in their ‘family’. "Yes, just in time to keep me from being butchered." His question of where the others were went unasked. They were behind the mob, unnoticed as of yet. He’d rather the enemy not know that they had a few more members ready to fight if need be. Despite his self the catboy watched the woman. She was no friend. She was part of the party that tortured his friend. Wait, his friend... Kel hadn't reacted at all to the abrupt arrival of the evil-like lady and the speeder dude. What did Evvy say on his first day at school? The regen had problems with energy and sometimes he would pass out into some sort of... ~No!~ the catboy screamed as he bit down upon the blonde's fingers. Tiny blood drops appeared where his teeth had been. Hopefully another shock would wake him but Mittens’ mind returned to the woman leading the attacking pack. He hissed the hair rising on his back. Slowly, the hiss lost its threatening octave as it became more human-like. Why did he have to shift in the company of mutant haters? A small boy in blue and white striped pajamas covered in blurred streaks of red was couching in the same spot as the grey tiger kitten had been. His dusty brown mop had drips of blood falling into it from one of the cat ears that had appeared. A tail flickered once in fright and anger making an odd swish pattern in the pool. Yet, though the situation got worse, the catboy continued to hiss. "Mittens," Kelrian mumbled, barely coherent in his pain-induced haze although he jerked back into consciousness after being bitten. "S-shouldn'a b'here. Gotta get..." the blond struggled to get up. He couldn't move, as he was being held by the Wraith. Blearily he looked at the purple haired figure standing between them and a ... mob... He looked down at the kitten only to see that Mittens had returned to his usual form, hissing at the people threatening them. ~It's my fault if he gets hurt.~ Kel closed his eyes tightly for a moment to focus. He had to stay conscious. He would not be dead weight in this. Perhaps he was on the edge of fainting, but ... things were bad. If there was a chance that he could make them better in any way he would. The woman was speaking again, but her voice was shrill and nervous and angry and it was giving Kelrian a headache. He mumbled nonsense under his breath and glared at her. It was just about as frightening as a six-week old kitten, that glare. Eldan looked at the cat, oh shocker. The cat… A catboy… He hadn't expected that, not at all. So that was why the blond had talked to it. Not driven mad from the pain, then. He motioned to the familiar figures behind the crowd to hurry up and join them while the psycho lady and her mob of mundanes were staring in shock at the catboy. Bazie smiled, nodded, and simply picked Wren up and threw her across the room, over the crowd. She landed with a wet smack on the bloody floor, and skidded a little before coming to a complete stop next to Eldan. She smiled brightly at him, and stood up dripping blood. No one really took notice of Bazie as he charged through the mob, except the people he was charging through of course but those he knocked over stayed knocked over. He looked somewhat scuffed up from some earlier fighting. "Too late," was all Mittens muttered. His glare, though not as threatening if he was still a cat, conveyed everything that was plagued his 4'5'' form. Fear was the largest emotion filling those once bright and playful eyes. Fear for Kel, fear for those unknown rescuers, but mostly fear for himself. Being small wasn't much use in a battle, he was the liability. The cat ears preached on top his head pulled back in anger filled fright as the unknown girl slid into across the blood. Help had arrived but the young one knew better than cheer. They were still greatly outnumbered. Eldan, despite his feelings of exhaustion and weakness, felt as if a switch had flipped inside him. He had his closest friends and best minions beside him, Kel was visiting reality, and there was a child that needed his help. He had to be strong, the leader, it was that simple. "Hey boss." Wren saw and felt the change immediately, and lost her fear. "What do we do now?" she asked quietly. His eyes were slightly unfocused but determined - he was rapidly going through their options. After a scant moment, his eyes focused and he said just as quietly - his other two minions leaned in to hear him - "Wren, you take the kid - Mittens. I'll take Kel. Riker, Bazie, you act as defense and offense, just long enough for us to get out of the building." His eyes were completely emotionless as he spoke. "Once we're out, I'll collapse the hallway. I'll be useless after that, so Bazie and Riker you'll have to handle me and Kel. There're plenty of abandoned warehouses around. Hide us in one, hopefully a somewhat defensible one, and one of you - Riker- then will go for help." He stared at the three to make sure they got everything. They did. Good thing too, because the enemy was advancing. |
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| Cyclops | Aug 31 2007, 07:24 PM Post #8 |
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The Rescue Party comes here from Dire Alarm. Between Kitty's hacking and Lou's information, at last the gps trace of Mitten's cell phone had pulled up the exact location of the little boy who had so valiantly gone to find his friend. While Cyke could admire the child's bravery, he was nonetheless more than a bit angry that both of these young men had set out on their own to try and solve this problem so obviously above their heads. He understood the desire to want to handle things by oneself. After all, he was well known for being private about his personal affairs, but he was an adult with years of training and his powers as under his control as they were able to be. So, rather like a scared and angry parent whose 4 year old had wandered off in the mall, Scott imagined alternately hugging then throttling the boys, knowing full well that he would not be doing either. He was just not that demonstrative in either emotion. The apartment building they were arriving at seemed rundown perhaps, but gave no indication that one mutant boy was being held there and a second mutant boy had not returned when he went looking for him. Cyclops gave his team just a few moments to get their bearings and assess the scene before he would begin to to issue orders. |
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| Grimalkin | Sep 1 2007, 02:27 AM Post #9 |
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JP between Edraitii, Kel, & Mittens Wren put her hand on Mitten's shoulder, exerting her power slightly to calm the catboy. The last thing she wanted was to startle him and mess things up. She whispered, “We’re going to get out of here. Eldan has a plan.” That said, she glared at the advancing mob wondering if they were connected to FOH at all or if they just were loose sadistic mutant-haters. Watched as Bazie charged at them. Screamed when he was shocked by -something- and went flying backwards. Riker half-caught him, stabilized his friend. He was in a slight daze for a moment, before shaking it off and growling at the mob. It was clear that he intended to charge again. “This time, with me,” Riker hissed softly. Bazie nodded and they managed to keep it up for quite some time. However, there were just so many enemies it seemed useless. And all too soon, Riker was back dragging Bazie with him. He was limping badly, his leg was a mess of blood and gore. Someone had a high caliber gun, it seemed. “Just a flesh wound,” he laughed though his voice was pained he managed to make the joke. Eldan looked and the crowd, with a sinking feeling as they advanced again. Perhaps there weren’t that many… but there were too many for his group to handle. To even escape. He swallowed hard and looked around frantically. He had to do something. Couldn’t let it end like this. His pale green eyes landed on Mittens, the poor child looked terrified. His jaw tightened slightly and he jerked his head at Riker to get him and Bazie closer. If they were closer he might be able to defend them better as long as he stayed conscious. Normally Mittens would have lashed out and possibly scratch anyone that snuck up on him. Wren's touch strangely felt so comforting that he could feel the terror slip slowly away. A small nod was the only tell that he had understood... the odd man had a plan. This within itself would have provided hope but with each shred of hope another would be torn away as strange hazels eyes watched the two attacking mutants. This was terrible, they had to get out. Suddenly the catboy drew forward in an attempt to get to Kel. His tail beat angrily they needed to get out, to get help. “Shh,” Wren wrapped her arms around the little boy gently. She wanted to calm his fears, but she was terrified herself. Her eyes narrowed with anger when she realized that the blond woman was ranting about freaks again, and that her attention was focused mainly on Mittens. The only one whose mutations were physical. Unconcerned now that she knew that they were overpowering the mutants. How quickly they were being snuffed out, and with so few losses! Wren bit her bottom lip, before smiling. The other woman frowned at her, confused. That was when she was suddenly wracked with Kelrian’s pain, channeled by Wren. She screamed and fell to her knees. The crowd moved uncertainly for a moment but that was all that happened. Wren could channel pain into one person, or everyone, but if she channeled it to everyone she couldn’t control who was effected and she couldn’t hurt her friends or the child. Now that Bazie was crouching in front of Eldan and Kelrian, Eldan jerked his head at Riker in a way that said clearly - Get Out Of Here. The purple haired boy shook his head, and would have stubbornly gone down with the ship if Eldan hadn’t gestured at Mittens. Just then Kelrian fainted and slumped against the Wraith. The speed demon seemed to deflate suddenly and picked up the catboy, putting him over his shoulder like he did with his own cat. Didn’t really care if he got scratched. Without a glance behind him, he took off for the door, a purple blur. He felt pain now and then when someone tried to stop him but he managed to shake ‘em off each time holding tightly to the catboy and ever-heading towards the exit. Wren's touch was no longer comforting he struggled and struggled to get free. They all had to get free but they couldn't. Everyone was trapped like a bird in a cage with no hope to breathe fresh air. That is what Mittens thought until the lead lady of the mutant haters words met his ears. He, Robert Austin the catboy had become the object of her threats. How was that possible? He was only a boy in blue and white striped pajamas covered in blood with cute cat ears and... Eyes that once were identical to his sister widened in fearful understanding. The attackers knew they were going to win but they were cutting damages trying to scare the mutant retaliation into stopping. For a moment the small boy stopped struggling when suddenly the scene became a blur. Not ever feeling the speed demon picking him up he at last realized one thing, he was going to get out unscathed once more. ~No!~ Desperation hit no one was going to get hurt on his part. Almost to the surface he was carried and exactly when they smelt the fresh air his desperation ended, was released, and he ran alone in need to get to his friend, to help save Kel. Riker sped out of the building, and the ground began to shake slightly. He knew what that meant. He sighed quietly, and cried out in pain when his ear was bitten by the catboy. “Wha-?” the purple-haired boy turned in shock when the catboy ran back into the building. Or tried to. There was a man guarding the door, who casually hit the small boy in the face - which sent the child sprawling to the ground. Riker ran over, and crouched next to Mittens. Some blood dripped from the child’s cheek… he was cut, bleeding… the blood reminded Riker of what he’d seen inside the building and he felt sick. “C’mon, kid,” he whispered, glaring at the guard. “We hafta get help for our friends.” The clear night sky with its diamond shaped stars would be beautiful to watch if only it wasn't spinning. They went black for a second as eyes blinked closed. When the lids slid open the stars were once again stationary. ~How'd I end up on my back?~ thought Mittens. A stinging, a sharp shoot of pain that felt as though it came from his left cheek. In slight shock tiny fingers laid across the cut. It felt gooey and a bit warm, ~Blood... my blood.~ At that brief instance in time the truth of everything was realized. A small child could not save anyone nor could the speed demon. They needed help but as he shifted to a seating position he knew none would come. His small frame began to shake that had nothing to do with the glistening cut. Tears flooded over the corners of his sadden eyes. Stunned he sat there between the guard and the speeder dude. No one could save them from this night full of despair. |
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| Cyclops | Sep 2 2007, 05:06 AM Post #10 |
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Cyclops looked up at the building, without turning to the team behind him, and began to do what he did the best. "There are two little boys who need us, X-Men, let's not fail them. Malena, I want you at point with me. Iceman, Hallow, you two take the rear. Shadowcat, Alex, you two are our eyes and ears at this moment. We need you to use your abilities to see inside before we stumble into the middle of a trap. Shadowcat, take the bottom two floors, Alex, take the top. Do not engage anyone you see and do not allow anyone to see you if you can help it. You find something you return to us, immediately, is that under--" The ground suddenly shuddered and Cyke turned to Malena, "Can you determine where that came from?" He did not get the chance to hear an answer from the woman, because at that moment, something... no... someONE sped out of the building in a blur, and yelps as a small form struggled against him. Recognizing Mittens, Cyclops slammed his hand up to his visor control, as someone larger stepped out of the building and casually punched the tiny boy. Twin beams of red light streaked across the sky, slicing the air in two on either side of the speedster who should be perfectly fine as long as he didn't move. Cyclops's optic beams pound into the human's chest, knocking him backwards into the brick wall, hard enough to dent the wall. "Iceman, make sure the Speedster isn't going anywhere!" Cyclops ordered as he rushed to Mitten's side, and knelt beside the boy, "Mittens, are you alright?" |
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| Alexander Legard | Sep 3 2007, 01:16 AM Post #11 |
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Alex made the journey with the rest of the X-men to NYC. During the trip he'd gotten so antsy that he couldn't wait anymore, and he had flown alongside the group to relieve stress. It didn't work. Never mind the fact that he was participating on a dangerous escapade where he might have to use his powers to hurt someone, maybe even kill someone, but one of his friends could be in dire peril. Needless to say, Alexander was feeling a mix of emotions. Alex approached with the rest of the group, warily eyeing the surrounding cityscape, in any of those windows could be a threat. Alexander, being a student, not to mention a new student, staid towards the back hoping not to get in any one's way. So he was reasonably surprised when Cyclops called him for reason, but he didn't have any time to question it. In a second he had evaporated into thin air, only a slightly discolored patch of sky was evidence of his location. |
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| Shadowcat | Sep 11 2007, 12:50 PM Post #12 |
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| Lou | Sep 11 2007, 05:54 PM Post #13 |
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The melancholy air around the fear-bringer all but evaporated. Actually there wasn't even a variant in the air surrounding the rescue party. The temperature wasn't any colder than it would be otherwise for Lou was more focused than she had been in weeks; even her once dull, listless eyes shown with a bit of life. There were people who needed her and she wasn't going to let inhibitors such as uncontrollable abilities stop her. However one of her inhibiting factors had been sidestepped by the team leader. The teacher wasn't in the right mind-set to lead a rescue party so when she realized that this Cyclops dude was the same X-men she had heard mutterings about good leadership she was secretly ecstatic. That and the fact it was dark and less than two hours before sunrise, the perfect time for her powers. With deep inhale of the cool, crisp early morning air the bearings of the place were taken in. From her position Lou could tell it was an old warehouse distract with the apartment building in the midst of it. Crouching right next to Malena she listened carefully to Cyclops’s orders. Deep down she had no doubt that this particular X-men would demand exactly what had kept her. He would bombard her with questions that went along the lines, 'Why did you wait? You knew her already, from where?' The answers, for now, as with the questions would have to wait. Back up, yes that was the perfect place for the fear-bringer known as Hallow. Only one of her powers was good for combat but it'll be used as a last resort. ~It be too cruel,~ she thought steadying herself to charge when the call was made. This readying happened at the exact same moment twin red beams pieced through the darkness. With widen eyes Hallow stood knowing full well that the defenseless catboy getting hit meant this whole situation was worse then just to runaways on a duck hunt. Without hesitation she ran toward the crying child and wrapped her arms around him. The boy had experienced enough with one shake of the head she pleaded with Scott not to direct any questions to Mittens. He was shuddering in her arms. What horrors did this young one see? Something had to be done. "Yo, you with the purple hair," Lou yelled at the fast mutant. "Can you be givin' a short synapse of what happened? Can you be a leadin' us?" Waiting wasn't an option. Yes, she was glad not to be the leader but not one more second could be wasted. Her dark grey eyes turned toward Cyclops. It was hard to tell with the visor if she was looking straight into his eyes. Her attention hadn't shifted to see his reaction of her taking the lead. No, something else needed to be said but she wasn't the one who needed to speak it. Looking from Scott Lou nodded in the direction where Alex had vaporized down to Mittens where her eyes lingered. With hope the leader got what she was trying to say. 'Order the student to restrain Mittens so the catboy won't try to follow. Keep both them away from the horrors.' With another deep inhale of breath Lou wiped some of the blood of the catboy's cheek. "I'll do the distractin'," she volunteered. "My fear projection should allow the rescuers and the ones protectin' them to advance just a bit but enough to save Kel and others," her eyes shifted to Riker wondering if there were others with him. "But I be warnin’ ya all that the air will get cold and your own weak fears will be playin' in ya heads. Hopefully that won't inhibit anyone." Her eyes focused on no one. With just some more orders and directions help would be on the way. |
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| Ellis Reed | Sep 23 2007, 04:36 AM Post #14 |
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Energy Manipulation / Wraith Form
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Eldan stared blankly when Kelrian was pulled out of his arms by a girl that had phased through the wall. Her words took several moments to sink in; he wasn’t in the most lucid of states. He ... had to hope the blond was safe for now, as he couldn't go after him. It felt as if his veins were on fire.. there was no way that he could possibly use his power again without permanent damage and since help seemed to be imminent... he fell to his knees. The carnage around him was sickening and he was just too weak. Wren put her hand on his shoulder, and tried to numb his pain like she was doing with Bazie. The girl.. she could kinda tell that it was good intentions if nothing else that brought her here, so the purple haired empath tried to keep the boys steady as long as possible. Bazie kept on fighting, leaning on the tiny girl, although his one leg was useless. The ... were they FOH or just wannabes? Well who they were wasn't the most important thing at the moment. Surviving was. When Shadowcat dragged Wren through the wall, both Eldan and Bazie collapsed almost simultaneously. Eldan stared blankly at the ceiling, barely conscious, eyes glazed. He'd really messed up this time... His one remaining minion tried to look menacing - failing spectacularly, as he was unable to stand on his mangled leg and his glare was hidden by his messy pink hair. The girl returned, dragged them through the wall... Wren managed to block their pain again, and returned to her position as Bazie's crutch. Eldan grit his teeth, and forced his shaky limbs to work. He wrapped his arms around the blond boy and held him gingerly. The boy was injured everywhere, and was slippery with blood. The dazed group struggled to keep up with their rescuer. They didn't have any other choice. Death was on their heels. At Cyclop's words about the speedster, Riker glared at him. He had to go back for his friends and that blond kid! The purple haired boy with torn jeans, a shredded black shirt, and bare feet caked with blood, tilted his head back and snapped, "Take your time, pet the catboy, nevermind the people DYING for some help down there-" he fell silent, when Lou began to speak to him. He straightened up and said shortly, "Mutants have been goin' missing 'round here recently, so t'boss decided to give the area a look over." He didn't even stop to consider why he instantly obeyed her... she reminded him of Eldan. In looks, and attitude. "We only meant to figure out what was going on, but when Wren started freaking out - she's an empath - El went down to help the blond guy and everything just went down t'drain. Basically there's been torture, a failed rescue, a mob, not enough backup, and I'm pretty sure that t'boss overtaxed himself with that last thing... and 'ell yeah I'll lead you! My fears currently playing out miss, so don't worry about that." He grinned, although it was anything but cheerful. "Let's go. Ugh, and 'tis a bit gory down there, so ye be warned." That said, he headed towards the door. |
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| Grimalkin | Sep 23 2007, 08:23 PM Post #15 |
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There was only one way to sum up how the small, little catboy felt at that moment. He felt like he was going to be sick. The cause wasn't what he seen down there... to his friend. He had felt mad and the need to save him. It wasn't the fact of him currently being covered in someone else's blood from head to foot. No, the thing that made him feel as though he was about to throw-up was the fact he couldn't do anything. On normal bases a lot of things felt way over his head. Being short was the main problem. Never before did Mittens see it as an inhibitor. Shivering in the semi-warm night he felt the blood falling from the open wound on his cheek clot. There was no hope because no one could save them. Even worse such tiredness struck him so much that he was becoming delirious. Did the guard just get plummeted by some sort of odd red light? For a brief moment his tired mind thought aliens had decided now would be the perfect time to invade the planet. "Mittens, are you alright?" said a man who defiantly had to be human. Odd hazel eyes tried to blink away tears that wouldn't stop falling. How could it have been possible? This man he recognized from the mansion. Who was he? It didn't matter anyways they needed to be saved. Kelrian needed to be rescued. Nothing was going to stop him from running down there in all the gore to help his first friend in a long while. Someone had another idea. When person number three on the cute little catboy's wrath list wrapped her arms around him Mittens felt the absolute urge to push the teacher away. Still shivering like mad there was only one thought playing against his mind, ~Need to get away.~ Though, for some reason a feeling of calm spread over the small boy. They were going to be saved when it felt so impossible a moment ago. Sadly small hand tired their hardest to push this grown-up away. One little thought began to repeat over and over again. ~Have to go save them, need to get away.~ |
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