A Ghost within a Shell, hidden behind a Mask
The kiss. The security and comfort it had assured him. They disallowed him the chance of finding his ultimate inner peace, they refused to permit him to find the one person that he knew could save him, she told him to find her, they had no right to forbid him from doing so!
The danger room, his true escape. The disembodied, disfigured, mutilated slaughterd remains of all the opponents that came for him, any wounds he suffered instantly healed, his uniform ripped and cut all over from their constant attacks. Over an hour and still Connor was furiously hacking away at the never ending flow of holograms that lunged at him from all sides. The hideous appearences hinting to their demonic lineage, more being used as dolls for Connor to shred apart then for their combating skills.
No one needs me. The words screamed bitterly in the furious swings of the feral's fists. Can't they see I don't belong here!? The claws knuckles found a taget, the imaginary figure surely regreating having lunged towards Connor who punched repetitivly with the six knives ripping deep into the flesh before lifting the creature clear off his feet and over the head of the mutant, a sickening thud heard - yet bluntly ignored - behind Connor.
Sleep. How was that possible? Her face would be in his dreams, and he'd be safe, he'd be in her presense and he'd never have to pretend again t be someone he wasn't. But then he'd wake, and she'd never be there, sleep was too painful, but the dreams so pleasant, and the moment he woke up his dreams would crash about him with a violent thundering smash. It had been a day, well, he arrived back at the institute at about 3 or 4am the day before, and it was about 6am now. It was just over 27 hours since he was stolen away from the heavenly rapture he had been offered.
"And what for!?" He shouted hatefully, "To spend time with a father who is never around?" There was a horrific scene about the young Wolverine who wasn't even able to comprehend the actions he was doing, the violence pouring from him almost unseen by his own eyes. Bringing down the tips of his claws that ripped into the tender flesh of the victim before him, the knives entering the demons lower throat and slicing right down to the foul entities gut before Connor slipped them out and jammed them forcefully into the heart of another behind him while he screamed out. "Or a sister that barely tolerates me!?" His other hand grabbed at the head of the demon, clutching a fistful of hair and lifting the creature once again over his head and then dropping it with great strength to the ground, ripping out his claws before stabbing them back down and then letting them retract instantly into his bloodied knuckles.
One sister doesn't even want to live in the same building as me. The poisonus thought seeped in, the toxins of Amlarie a specially formulated drug that had a sever addiction to them, when his hands weren't moving one could see the trembles in his fingers. He didn't know what he wanted, he was so messed up inside that he could start laughing with a potent feel of pessimissiam or burst into tears of self-loathing and anguish.
The rare release of his animalistic nature was more violent and horrific then ever before, the need, the unrelenting desire to find the enigmatic woman who had brought him, who now owned him, he had to find her, he didn't care any more, he would destroy anyone who tried to get in his way. He was meant to be in the Medical bay still, he was meant to be resting and recovering, he had forced his way out of the precautionary restraints they had given him since he had become violent, the nurse on duty had fallen asleep, but there would be a shift change soon so Connor probably didn't have more then an hour before he would be found and whisked away to the confines of the medical laboritory once again.
TBC: Judas.
I can hear you whisper.. but you can't hear me scream.
His agony was like bitter honey to the young 'mutant' known as Judas. He could feel Connor's rage in his dreams, rousing Judas from his slumber and compelling him to find the young first born of the Wolverine. It was not a hard thing to do as the first place Judas thought to look was the danger room.
"Like a moth to a flame.." mused Judas to himself as he watched Connor disembowel yet another outlet of frustration from the danger room control booth. Judas was drawn to the gory display like a shark to blood in the water and he felt a similar want...almost a need, to join in the carnage. A low growl emanated from the feline as he witnessed Connor slowly sliding into a berserker fury.
::: And what for!? To spend time with a father who is never around? Or a sister that barely tolerates me!? :::
Such rage. Such spite.
"Beautiful...." purred the feline as he made the decision that Connor's anger management was no longer a spectator sport. Judas saw many chances to advance his plans in this. It was high time he got back to 'work'. Besides, he could use a workout and slaughtering a horde of holo victims sounded like fun.
Without warning, the images in the danger room suddenly froze in mid-stride as the doors slid open with a hiss. The chiseled form of Judas entered with a slight grin. His golden-yellow mane-like hair flowed down his back, swaying slightly with the feline's motion. Adorned only in a pair of baggy sweat pants, Judas' chest heaved with deep breaths as his tail twitched in anticipation.
"Evenin' Connor.." Mused Judas with his trademark smile. "I saw you having fun down here with the holograms. Looked like a blast. So..." With a smooth motion, Judas reached behind his back and produced the shiny ebony cylinder that he brought with him from they're escape from the Agamemnon corp. dungeon.
Re: A Ghost within a Shell, hidden behind a Mask
The simplicity of an animal's mind - poisoned by human rage - meant that thoughts took longer to form, events needing time to be understood in his mind. So when the soon-to-be victims of his bladed weapons froze in mid movement, the feral rather angrily glared at them as if they were all doing some form of trick just to confuse him on purpose. The sound of the door opening nearby caused a slight - almost soundless - growl to resonate though Connor's chest and throat.
There was another creature moving towards him. It was Judas. The Enright, able to sense and absorb mutant powers, was never able to sense any mutancy from this creature, but since he had never shown any sign of mutant powers aside from his odd appearance, Connor just always assumed there was some glitch in his power that didn't pick up the sense of the mutant genes that altered Judas's form. Which was odd since Connor's ability picked up the mutant gene, no matter the degree of potency it had in its host.
The fists on Connor, slightly shaking from the need for the drug his body was unknowingly suffering withdraws from, also began to clench tightly, the muscles in his arms readying to release the claws in an instinctive reaction to someone daring interrupt and now invade his personal territory.
"Evenin' Connor.." The lack of reaction from Connor was common, but even he usually registered a person's arrival, instead now the mutant simply glared, his chest heaving as it was already recovering from any bruises he had been dealt. "I saw you having fun down here with the holograms. Looked like a blast. So..." So many words, Connor hardly cared for speeches right now, he was bored, he was angry, why exactly was there someone talking to him anyway!? "Can I play too?" With that the other produced a weapon, the initial response from Connor was that this creature was a threat and so he crouched a little in a defensive pose - yet ready to attack at the slightest movement.
Find me.. Find me if you want to find yourself..
Her words. Echoing repetitively, swirling around intoxicating his already fragmented thoughts, all he had to do was find her, it was so simple, so why was it all seeming to be so unbearably difficult? The thoughts that once again plagued the boy left a distant look in his eyes as he unwillingly permitted the distractions to fog his mind. I know I can stop the pain if I just will it all away. The bright sea blue eyes shut for a moment. Just hide it away. He thought rather bitterly as he glared again towards Judas. Don't give into the pain. Because if he did then he'd lose control, but at the same time, as he thought these things, their whispers stroking lightly across his mind, he seemed to be allowing the pain to drive him on, make him stronger, make him angrier.
Usually Connor was an impressive fighter, having a father training you since you were able to walk tends to have its advantages, especially if you have enhanced skills, abilities and senses, not to mention those handy 6 inched claws that housed themselves in his arms. But right not he was a mixture of combat and mostly wild slashing, his claws ripping through the healed flesh of his knuckles once more as he watched Judas almost accusingly - as if perceiving Judas to be the threat at hand as well as the more annoying background opponents.
I can hear you whisper.. but you can't hear me scream.
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Judas' feline eyes affixed themselves on the young mutant before him with an emerald green glare. At first, Judas would have been content to simply kill a few dozen holographic targets alongside the young berserker. But, the look Connor was giving Judas told the feline an altogether different event was about to transpire.
All Judas could do was offer Connor a malicious grin. This young mutant was more than primed for a fight and Judas needed blood, real blood to calm the hunter in his soul. The yellowish-gold fur on the feline's back bristled at the very thought of the impending violence that was about to ensue. His tail twitched then settled into a steady swaying rhythm almost signifying Judas' mind focusing on the impending calamity.
And calamity it would be. Judas' wanted this more than he has wanted nearly anything since he got to the mansion. Finally, he would get a shot at the second Wolverine. He had seen many videos of Connor's father in action. To say the original Wolverine was good would be as much of an understatement as saying the sun was warm. Judas simply -had- to see who well the first born of the Wolverine would fare against someone as skilled as he.
Judas entered the danger room fully in a slow and graceful manner, allowing the doors to slide shut behind him. Walking over to a control pad next to the door, Judas typed in a pair of commands to the computer. One, to lock and bar the door. The other, to record this event, encrypt it, and send the file to his laptop in his room after deleting any other records of what had transpired in the danger room up to three minutes ago. About the time Judas appeared.
"Alright Connor...it's just you and me..." Said the feline as he casually walked, circling the young mutant. "I can tell from the lack of any real bruises that you need some -real- competition...some real sport.." Judas' eyes widen as he speaks, a low growl emanating from his chest. It would be clear to any hunter that he is sighting his prey.
"Do me one favor...don't hold back. I want all that you got...I want you to be true to me. I promise you no less." With that, Judas twirls the two foot long black cylinder around in his hand like a baton before a pair of three foot long blades jut out from ether end.
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The feral watched the feline enter the training room, Connor's breathing growing silent, his ears straining to pick up every detail of sound eminating from the other creature. Suspicious eyes refused to leave smooth and proud strides of the otherworldy beast. Watching as the golden furred 'mutant' worked with the control panel before finally giving Connor his full attention.
"Alright Connor...it's just you and me..." If only Connor had known he'd be fighting a real opponent, he would have focused on collecting more abilities then the mesely selection he had obtained from the nursing staff. "I can tell from the lack of any real bruises that you need some -real- competition...some real sport.." Well, he could have inreased the strength level of his opponents, but it had been freeing just ripping them apart with such little effort, the large number helped toughen the situation. "Do me one favor...don't hold back. I want all that you got...I want you to be true to me. I promise you no less." A wall. That's what Judas was, a wall blocking his passage to the other side, the side where she awaited him, where that woman who offered him so many precious things was waiting, calling for him. Connor will destroy this wall, he will smash though it and break free to the other side, this monster was standing in his way of heavenly rapture like that he has never tasted before, and for that, this beast must suffer.
"Let's go..." Their blades were ready, this postures set, their minds focused, a constant whisper in Connor's mind chanted him on, beckoning for him to find her.. the sweet voice of the mysterious woman, her large blue eyes and pretty face burned into his mind, whispering.. constantly whispering.
The strangely calm young Wolverine offered Judas a rather hateful little smirk, the Enrights were quite a fearsome lot, united they are a potent force to be reckoned with... on their own however.. Connor proved to be the one able to handle hismelf the best, Madison may be a powerful fighter, but she's far too cocky, her arrogent attitude makes her both a stubborn fighter, but a clumsy one at times as well.
There was a thought in the feral's mind.. show off and lose the surprise and upper hand, thus however showing Judas that there was more to Connor then just hand to hand tactics. Or reserve his mimicked abilities, consisting only of those copied from Talia and Beast, most of the others have long since worn off from his system by now. No. The ball was in his court, he wouldn't give it up just to make Judas sweat, he'll keep his copied traits a secret until the last possible micro second, perhaps he can defeat this creature without the need of using the powers of others. But Connor learned a while ago, unlike Madison, that copying powers from others was a gift of their own, and it was who they were, using the abilities of others didn't make them weaker - Only that much more of a threat.
Raising his arms defensivly to show his battle ready stance, the adamantium blades themselves seemed to glint from the exciting prospect of demolishing this being that dared get in Connor's way. He would not luanch an attack.. if kitty cat wants to play, he can be the one to leap to his death by getting impaled by the ferla's claws.
I can hear you whisper.. but you can't hear me scream.
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Judas methodically circled the young Enright while slowly spinning his unique weapon in tune with his pace. Judas' emerald green eyes never left Connor's as he walked his path around him, studying his stance, how he distributed his weight and the like.
One can learn much from simply watching one's opponent. Judas smirked inwardly at the secrets Conner's body betrayed of him. At a glance, Judas could tell his handedness, the side he favors, and even which side he was going to attack or defend with first. One thing was very clear to the young feline, judging by his posture, Connor was defiantly going to hold up on his end of the 'favor' that Judas asked of him. No holding back, indeed.
He would have it no other way. Judas knew that this would most likely be his only chance to catch the eldest Enright in an angry enough start of mind that he would not hold back. Judas found himself trembling in excitement at the thought. Finally, he would be able to see the same berserker that tore through the guards at the Agamemnon building like water. Judas was -more- than sure that he was the better warrior. Now, he got his chance to prove it, once and for all. He would pit himself against the fury that is the trademark of the Wolverine line and conquer it. He meant to suffer the wrath of the berserker rage and stand defiantly in it's wake. Judas would test himself on the crucible of combat and stand as the victor.
It was odd that the feline had developed a rivalry with a young man that most likely never once thought of Judas as a rival in anyway, until now. One could say it was borne of some deep seated, possibly primal need for Judas to assert a form of dominance. To see himself as the Alpha.
A low growl emanates from the young feline as his cat-like pupils narrowed. Apparently no longer content to skirt the edge of Connor's range, Judas' ears paste themselves to the side of him head as he quickly closed the distance between the to combatants to attempt to launch a flurry of kicks aimed at Connor's thighs, torso and then his head at a speed that makes them seem to be a blur of movement, culminating with a picture perfect back spinning kick executed with such force that a snap can be heard from the material of Judas' loose sweatpants as his leg whipped through the air...
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The keen eyes of the powerful young mutant watched the the other's movement's carefully, waiting, expecting an attack to begin shortly. It wasn't going to be Connor's best fight, not by a long shot, it's hard to compet against someone as strong as Judas on sheer brute force and stubbornness alone. The drugs and constant distracts of Amlarie's lingering mental effects on his mind and emotions was leaving Connor at an unfair disadvantage.
Obviously this 'mutant' was a trained fighter, Connor could easily tell that Judas was summing him up, it was odd, usually Connor was the one doing that to the poor opponents he and Madison would have been able to round up to fight. Connor's life in the Institute was rather withdrawn so he had little social activities to allow the chance of getting to know Judas as anything more then merely an accaintence. As was many of Connor's relationships in the school, simply familiar faces, aside the small group of friends that he did spend at least some time with every day or two.
What surprised - even shoked - the mutant feral was the speed as to which Judas raced towards him, the surprise meant that he nicked himself with his razor sharp blades due to the instant reaction he had to start blocking. Retracting back into his knuckles, the blades left bloody marks on his hands that healed moments later, Connor's shaky hands barely managing to block the strike at his torso and then a painful slamming pummled against his face. The explination of how the creature possessed such agility and speed had began to rise in Connor's mind, only yet another distraction which had allowed the mutant to falter and the other so easily strike his face.
The instinct to get away from the danger took over instantly and Connor's body vanished, pulled into another realm, a burst of purplish-blue smoke escaping the dimension he had entered, smelling strongly of brimstone, the trade mark of the Wagner family. Appear a few meters behind Judas, Connor's hand wiped aside the trickle of blood that had seeped from his nose from the attack, his body already recovering hastily from the beating.
"Now that's interesting." Connor whispered clearly to himself, but was distracted by his thoughts as his animalistic nature burned so strongly that holding an intelligent thought wasn't possible for very long. The same seducing whispering echoed in his ears.. asking him things, distracting him, calling for him.. Her blue eyes, her lips.. the warmth and security she offered, that the X-men stole from him, refused to allow him to have, still wouldn't let him find.. he belonged to her, she paid for him, she owned him.. he should be allowed to find her again. Beast was stronger then Connor, Connor tapped quickly into the blue feline's powers, blending them with his own, if only Connor had more abilities, he'd be more of a challenge, usually he stored more powers from those around him, but he had been confined in the medical bay and the powers he had faded except the ones from those who treated him.
Allowing his claws to shoot out, the feral focused slightly more, the slight tremble in his hands easily visible to any keen observer. There was one thing that helped Connor in this otherwise one sided battle, now that he's tapped into Talia's powers, he has her telepathy, and her weak telekinesis, but with her psychic abilities, he'd at least be able to know the attacks Judas is about to initiate. Unfortunatly for Connor, knowing them in his condition wasn't very helpful, he already had whispers in his mind, he might get confused between the ones coming from Judas and those that were from the ghostly presence of Amlarie. Not to mention the feline was exeptionally fact, and Connor's reactions might just enable him to block most attacks. But he wasn't used to fighting in this condition, so to him he felt he had a good chance to get the upper hand, not able to fully register his weakened state.
The already impressive speed of the mutant feral was now increased dramatically, the adamantium knives posing a serious threat as they lashed out angrily towards Judas. It was so infuriating the Talia's telekinesis was so weak, Connor might have been able to easily win if he had a strong mental attack, few concussive blasts against Judas in his head ought to knock him out soon enough - and Connor would have been able to keep his distance then. This time Connor was more careful his blocking of the feline's attacks, making sure not to cut himself in the process.
ooc: Sorry for the really dreadful and rushed ending, I wanted to post it incase I can't post for the next day or two..
I can hear you whisper.. but you can't hear me scream.
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Judas had sized the young berserker up for a high-speed spinning backfist into a back spinning heel kick just as he teleported, leaving the pair of strikes to make contact with nothing but air.
*What the!? I don't remember reading about that power in his file. Wait...*
Without a second thought, Judas performed a picture perfect one-handed cartwheel to put some distance between himself and Connor as the feline was sure that behind him would be the first place the second Wolverine would teleport. Judas finally remembered about the ability the Connor did, indeed, possess. Mutanigenic matrix duplication. Connor could store the powers and abilities of another mutant. The problem is that it would be impossible to guess which mutants he has contact with and, of them, which powers he did copy. If any at all. His last stunt shows that he had been visited by Talia or her father in his recent travels.
All at once, Judas' thoughts centered on the blue telepath. He wondered what she would think to see this violence between them. He wonders if she would approve. It was then that the feline heard the tell-tale sounds of adamentium claws being unsheathed form Connor's knuckles. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Judas refocused on the issue at hand mere moments before Connor launched his attack.
To say Judas was merely fleet-footed enough to dodge the vast majority of Connor's attacks and skilled enough to parry the rest with his unique weapon would be a gross understatement. It was more like Judas' blade knew where it needed to be to protect it's owner and as for the dodged attacks, it was like the feline wasn't even there.
All of his movements where like a dance to which Judas was the only one who knew the steps. A dance, in which, Judas seemed to never really stop moving. Leaning back to cleanly avoid a horizontal slash, then flowing into a spinning sidestep, into a low duck, into a side roll, into a one handed cartwheel, into a side parry, into a no handed cartwheel, into another side parry, into an incredibly fast side kick leveled at Connor's head, into a backflip that places him nearer to a wall, into another low duck, into a running backflip off the wall to totally avoid an attack. Judas' incredible agility rivaled that of one Henry McCoy only that Judas' focus seemed to be more on speed and technique as Beast's had more to do with acrobatics and strength. Those differences where all the more apparent as the feline continued to avoid his, comparatively, heavy-handed assault.
It was then that Judas felt it was high time to bring more of that skill to bare as he spin his bladestaff-like weapon an an intricate pattern before lashing out with a snapping roundhouse kick aimed at Connor's thigh then a back spin kick level at his head. Using that spinning momentum, Judas attempted a stab toward his midsection that flowed into a spinning horizontal slash in which Judas' entire body spun in the opposite direction and continued to twirl his weapon behind his back then over his head with dazzling skill and precision lending momentum to another, lower horizontal slash aimed at the young feral's midsection.
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Re: A Ghost within a Shell, hidden behind a Mask
ooc: Sorry for crappiness.. wasn't sure what to put..
It wasn't like Connor to panic, but the thought that Judas was standing between him and finding the mysterious woman that promised him everything he always desired made him frantic at the sight of the warriors near perfect defensive moves. He was dizzy enough from the drugs, not to mention highly distracted with the inner battle that was taking place, the effort needed to watch and defend himself while also attacking the impressive beast was nearly overwhelming for the ill mutant who soon felt a powerful force strick the side of his face. The attack caused more of a fury to drive Connor's assault then stubborn determination to win a fight, mere fury in which all that mattered was that Judas was to hurt.
'Why Connor?'
The voice, it was so stunned, so much pain and disbelief in the eyes,the body disolving from sight as Michael's astral form suffered the seemingly fatal attack. Hesitation. A painful hit in his thigh was suddenly blinded by the even worse force that bashed against Connor's face. The defensive movements to protect himself from the oncoming attacks saved him from Judas's attacks, but his hands couldn't absorb the entire force of the other feral's blows, an obvious hint to that being when his own claws sliced against his ribs after being struck by Judas's weapon.
The young Wolverine stumbled a few feet away from Judas, his body shifting with Talia's powers into that of the blue eyed woman who had infected him with both her toxins and her words. Brown hair now falling about her slender shoulders, blue streaks decorating her hair, making with the blue lips and the blue spots that scattered about the forehead of her pretty face. A brown and black armored suit covered her entire body, but that didn't stop the trembles of Connor's hands from being seen, blood still seen around the area that had been cut before. It was plainly seen by the way he stared down at his gloved hands that he hadn't intended on taking up this female form, his female form was panting for breath and stubbornly ignoring the way the ground seemed to be spinning wildly beneath them.
There was a moment in which he rose the firsts of his new form, but soon his appearance altered once again, shifting into that of his youngest sister, Arisa. Her blue fur covering the skin, a flicking of her long tail seen a moment later, closing the deep emerald eyes for a moment before tryng desperately to focus on the fighting opponent before him, though his eyes were staring at his furred fists instead of at the powerful feline before him. Connor had already forgotten why exactly he was fighting now, and the shifting had completely muddled him up on what he was doing, he wasn't even sure IF he was fighting, but he knew this was the danger room, and all you do in here is fight.
I can hear you whisper.. but you can't hear me scream.
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