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Nov 30, 2005 6:40:50 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Nov 30, 2005 6:40:50 GMT -8
As Apollean left the room, Kris sprinted down to Jazmin. And punched the guard in the ribs, shattering many of them. He knelt down, trying to regain his steady pace of breathing. Kris chuckled as the man tried to recooperate. As he did however, three more guards rushed in, one of which pulled out a tazer and shot Kris. Kris tried standing, but the electricity pained him to the extreme. He grunted in pain as he rolled on the floor in agony. The rest of the guards grabbed Jazmin, on guard for each arm. They began walking towards the door.
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Nov 30, 2005 7:11:02 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Nov 30, 2005 7:11:02 GMT -8
Number 145 had been silent through all of this. Her eyes had been narrowed as soon as the man had walked in. She knew him all too well... and she was not about to give him the pleasure of speaking to him. She turned to Kris. "Leave her be. They will get her any way, and they will probably drag you along as well if you do not stop."
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Nov 30, 2005 8:44:41 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Nov 30, 2005 8:44:41 GMT -8
Though max was slightly relieved at leaving the antagonizing group in the cell, any feeling of appreciation vanished when Appoleon said she would be punished. She had seen what he could do to people, there was even a boy in there who had been 'experimented on' by this devil. Max did not want that for herself...but her arms were almost to the point of bleeding. If they wrenched any harder they might collapse her bone.
Those other children in there, they weren't like her flock, they didn't see this place as home. Were they taken from theirs? She didn't even hear that they had names, only numbers. An overwhelming feeling of sadness and pity brought max to tears...However the guards only saw that as a reaction from the force they applied on their arms. They continued carrying her, and she went without a fight...
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Nov 30, 2005 14:46:45 GMT -8
Post by Thistle on Nov 30, 2005 14:46:45 GMT -8
Jasmine dragged her feet to try and slow the progress of the guards as well as yank her arms so that her scaley flesh bit into thier hands. Every once and while she would use her large and heavy tail to hit at the back of the gurds knees. "You can drop me anytime you know." She informed them watching them both with one eye.
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Nov 30, 2005 14:48:23 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Nov 30, 2005 14:48:23 GMT -8
"What?! Your not even gonna fight back?!" Kris stood up, finnaly regaining his composure after that most painful incident. He walked over to where 145 was, "You don't want revenge? I don't know about you, but I'm not going to give in to this!" Kris exclaimed. He then walked over to the middle of the chrome room. And pointed to the boy in the corner, "what about you?! You don't have to do this to yourself!" He was screaming at this point, the effects of the experiments began taking effect. His arm began glowing a dark red, litterally pulsing with energy. Though the energy flowed through him, he acted as though nothing different was happening to him. He said in a incredibly calm voice,"I will not give in..."
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Nov 30, 2005 16:41:45 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Nov 30, 2005 16:41:45 GMT -8
"Heh now if you could only say that straight to that Monsters face" 208 taunted to Kris as he walked over to one of the beds "I think Jazmin will be ok right?" then said as he sat down.
"All of us have been experimented on way more than once at least I have and nothing REALLY bad has ever happened to me."
"Then again I haven't seen 207 or 209 since that day number 56 tried to rebel, huh I'm surprised he didn't put us all to sleep." 208 then said with fright in his eyes.
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Nov 30, 2005 18:48:37 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Nov 30, 2005 18:48:37 GMT -8
"really bad? How do you define "really bad" then?! We are slowly being stripped of everything that makes us human and that man is in charge of these experiments. And your just gonna let him do these things to our friends?!" Kris was becomeing incredibly angry now, his arms began to glow a brighter red now. Appently he had no idea, and was completely in control of his newfound power.
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Nov 30, 2005 19:44:27 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Nov 30, 2005 19:44:27 GMT -8
The boy's eyes did not open, his ears heard nothing, his heart did not beat, but his brain hadn't stopped yet. He had been de-activated... turned off.. shut down... but he hadn't been put to sleep. Suspended in a land of blackness, no sounds, no feeling but a sense of cold. It was scary, but the worst part was the not knowing. What will happen now? Is this what it's like to die?
Doctor Fiona scowled, looking over the engineering plans. She was the brains behind all the cybernetic enhancement experiments... Thomas his bird children, and Apolleon did whatever the heck he managed.. some twisted psychological monstrousities. She couldn't really care less, her worries were on her next success. Already things had gone downhill... With Icarus' episode she could have been hurt, had he been more competant with his attack. It's a good thing he was a child.. children are stupid. Easy to manipulate... She looked over the body of the boy, operating on something inside the mechanical portion of his skull. "Just a little insurance that nothing like this happens again..." she mumbled, grinning wickedly as she placed something within his head using a pair of tweezers. She looked over the plans she had created before for 145's wings... They had been a complete success. The brushed her neatly cut red hair behind her ear, a habit she always did when she was on the brink of a breakthrough. The wings were designed to emerge in a fashion similar to adrenaline. When emotions and stress reaches a certain level they emerge. It was an accident that caused the girl's system to react with extra sensitivity...But it was a good thing in the end, for that was a possibility that she forgot to foresee. Yes.. now if she could figure out a way to make them less sensitive, and more useful than simple framework... The problem would be that the wings would have to be larger if they were to be useful. They would have to fold into the body of the host in a different manner. She would have to run a few more preliminary tests on Icarus before moving to the girl... And a few moredays of torment wouldn't hurt her anymore than it already had. She grinned wickedly, sticking the end of the tweezers in the corner of her mouth...
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Post by Sorrows on Dec 2, 2005 9:03:48 GMT -8
Number 7 cowered in the corner. When he was confronted and yelled heatedly at, he stopped suddenly, almost like he had changed suddenly. He was no longer afraid, in fact, by his face, he seemed almost amused. He took on a very devilish grin and his eyes thinned menacingly, almost the same as Apolleon's had. He spoke in a low and frighteningly calm tone.
"There is no 'you' or 'yourself' in here. You are what you are made to be, and you are no longer anything that can call itself an individual, because you can be manipulated to whatever desire fancies someone. You will see it. You will feel it. Everything begins to fade, the fire begins to dim, the strength of will breaks down slowly as the soul is ripped apart and torn into pieces. Until you realize the futility of it all and the only saving grace you have left is that you are alive, and, even THAT, is no longer your choice. You will see.." He laughed in a meniacal tone. ".. They will make you see.."
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Dec 2, 2005 16:31:38 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 2, 2005 16:31:38 GMT -8
Kris chuckled. "Your just going to give up aren't you?" Kris laughed a little harder as he said, "It's actually pretty pathetic. Just because you are tortured a bit, and manipulated by the man really should'nt shatter your hope." At the end of this sentence he was almost falling over with laughter. "I already said I'm not going to give in, so I'm out of here, if you wish to follow, go ahead." Kris walked over to the door, still chuckling a bit. He pressed his hand against the door, barely applying pressure. The redness in his arm climbed up to his fist, and the door exploded through its hinges and into one of the guards patrolling the halls. The door crumbled on the wall, and blood trickled on the floor from the guards unfortunate incident. Kris laughed again as he ran through the door and into the hallway. "Later!"
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Dec 2, 2005 18:38:02 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 2, 2005 18:38:02 GMT -8
Number 7 scoffed and began to turn away. Suddenly, as if a jolted movement, he rose quickly to his feet and glanced back in Kris' direction, a malicious grin on his face. He then walked past the rest and out into the hall, following Kris intently.
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Dec 3, 2005 11:01:23 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 3, 2005 11:01:23 GMT -8
(I'll wait a while for anyone else who wants to follow. If you go, I doubt well be back in the room for a while. Well be all sneaky and such...)
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Dec 3, 2005 12:55:23 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Dec 3, 2005 12:55:23 GMT -8
208 was shocked to see such a display of power "How did he?!" he thought to himself. He then quickly realized what a fool he was being for just standing there when the gateway to freedom was right in front of him.
208 then swallowed his pride and yelled out "Hey Kris wait up!" as he made his way through the rumble.
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Dec 3, 2005 19:30:00 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 3, 2005 19:30:00 GMT -8
(Kris certainly does change his emotions more then a woman on a PMS period.)
There he stood, at the end of the hall, as if knowing what would happen. It was then and there, that Apolleon's maniacal tendencies began to surface. The hallway that led to the room full of experimental children, was a straight away with no doors or windows; one way, with a split at the end, but before the split, there he was. Apolleon, dressed in his lab coat of darkness, and with his black shades on, with a grin upon his lips that would make the most righteous and brave of men, cower in fear over what was on that scientist's mind.
"Come, little ones," Apolleon said as he brougth his right hand up and clutched his hand, "Come out so I might have a reason to kill you. To hear the melodious sounds of your screeching in torment and cries for help... Oh, they make me shiver with pleasure." Soon Apolleon's eyes fell soully upon Kris. "Come to me and I shall give you freedom. A freedom from life in itself. You have left the frying pan, only to jump into the fire. Now come closer and burn, burn thine soul in my presence..." Apolleon let out a screeching laughter, like that of a psychotic killer or even a maniacal, inhuman scientist.
It was true. Apolleon wanted to kill him, but it was that room that was sheltering Kris. Would he come and take the challenge? He might be able to take Apolleon physically, but he would never make it past the mental combat that would be sure to come. At least, not so early in Kris' stages of experimentation. He would surely lose. Though pity those brave of heart and pathetic in mind.
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Dec 4, 2005 12:02:28 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 4, 2005 12:02:28 GMT -8
Seeing that they were about to do something stupid and try to confront the scientists, Max struggled in the guard's grip, trying to possibly distract them. "Let me go! You're an evil wicked person!" she shouted at the guard, who was struggling to hold her in place.
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