The Old Cells
*As quick as he had left Blake had appeared in the Old Cells, which Connor and Madison were going to stay in.
The cells were dark and had an eerie feeling to them. The smell was just as bad. It smelt like a rotting carcass of an animal found half eaten by some lions. This was the perfect spot to keep the two mutants in. He dropped Madison, who was still out, into a corner, dragging Connor around wherever he walked.
He looked down to the boy and smirked before letting go of his hand*
Blake: "You're lucky that you were saved back then."
*He looks up thinking that he'd left Jarod for too long.*
Blake: "Speaking of him, I must teach him a lesson!"
*As he finishes he shimmers back to the research Lab*
*Connor's entire body burned, his bones where heavy and skin was damp and chilled, the sudden release of the mans hand caused Connor to stumble across the floor before collapsing weakly beisde Madison.
He watches the man fade away, his power imprinted into Connor's mind, yet Connor far to weak to even attempt activating it*
Connor:"..Madi...Madison.."
*He gasps painfully, as he reaches out to touch her arm, his head spun, his vision blurred and dizzy, his lack of control unwillingly released his now metalic claws, the blades penitraiting his skin easily.
With a yell he pulls away, the pain almost overwhelming as he nearly blacks out, yet he managed to stay concious, he begins tapping his claws against the stone floor in a poor attempt to awaken Madison from her drugged sleep*
Re: The Old Cells
*Madison began to hear faint tapping noises. At first they echo in her head. She groans a litle before opening her eyes, things seemed a little blury and it took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the light. She was a little in pain, but it was nothing compared to Connor's pain.
She follows the sound of the tapping and sees Connor. Her eyes study her brother then stop at the metallic claws. She fumbles to get up, but soon does and slowly stumbles over to Connors side*
Madison: "...Connor...What happened to you? You're claws...What have they done to you?..."
*She asks scared, confused and tears running down her face. She looks down to her hands and tries to release her claws, which popped out. They were still bone, so whoever had done that to her brother probably wasn't finished yet.*
Re: The Old Cells
*Connor's hand stopped tapping once Madison began to stir, more out of exhaustion then realizing she was awake,
Slowly his eyes focus on Madison, but he's too tired to understand what she was saying, her words weren't registering on his mind.
But her tears where...he didn't want her to cry, he wanted to assure her everything would be ok, but it was so hard for him to move...
With all his strength he raises his arm, his claws dragging across the ground without the energy to lift them <SNIKT> His claws slice back into his knuckles, his skin slowly healing, much slower then normally.
His hand felt slightly lighter, enabling him to reach up and gently stroke away her tears*
Connor:"You'll be alright...I promise...you'll be alright.."
*His weak smile took the last ounce of energy as he lowers his arm, his eyes felt as heavy as the metal in his body, and no matter how much he attempted to resist it, he quickly fell off into sleep*
Re: The Old Cells
*Madison nodded slowly as she felt Connors' hand stroke her tears. She sniffled a few times, trying to stop the tears. His words had assured her a little, but they always did from when she was little to now and probably the rest of her life.
As he fell asleep she looked at him then around the room for a bed or something that he could at least use as a pillow, but not finding anything. She frowned a little and wiped the last few tears away from her and then she looked down to see that she was wearing her jumper. She took it off, still having a t-shirt underneath and folds it up, lifts up her brothers head and places it underneath.
She had to be strong, she couldn't fail her brother. Then she heard something, which made her look around the cell again to find not a thing.*
Re: The Old Cells
*Madison looked around looking for the owner of the voice, but only seeing what she'd found before. Shefelt scared of the voice at first, but noticed it seemed to be kind of calm and she felt that she could trust it. She wasn't too sure how to reply but just said quietly, not to wake Connor*
Madison: "I can hear you...Who are you? What's going on?"
*She rushes the questions, then wondering if it was just a voice inside her head...*
*He begins, unsure how to explaine his involvment with their experiment*
Jarod:"They're...they're doing experiments....I didn't know. But now that I do, I'm going to try my best to get you out of here, I promise..."
*Something was familure about his voice, she knew she'd never heard it before but it had a familure tone to it, he seems to get distracted, quickly sending her one finaly message before leaving her mind..*
Jarod:"We shall meet soon...you'll know who I am."
Re: The Old Cells
*Madison nodded although she knew that Jarod could not see, or hear that.*
Madison: "Ok..."
*She says looking down to her brother, who was still asleep. She wanted to tell him that someone was going to help them, but didn't want to wake him up so she let him be.
Then she began to wonder about Jarod's voice. It sounded so familiar, yet she knew she'd never heard him before so how could it be? Maybe she might find out later on. And these experinements? What was with them? Why did they need Connor and Madison for them, sure they were mutants but how did these people know? So many questions running through her head...
As her mind wanders she thoughts she also wondered if the others from the institute knew yet. She hoped they had, she wanted to leave and quick. She'd do almost anything to be out of there, even spending a month with Aris and having to be nice.
She looked back to Connor and whispered in a hopeful tone*
Madison: "...You know...we probably will be alright..."
Re: The Old Cells
*Silently Cole shimmers into the cell, intime to over hear Madison pathetic attempt of building up her courage*
Cole:"I've been looking for you!"
*He calls out from right behind her, purposfully making her jump about in shock*
Cole:"I need to get you out of here, they're planning on doing terrible things!"
*His voice was filled with concern, worry, a slight panic as he looked about*
Cole:"He knows I'm here, we have to hurry! Can you stand?"
*He asks as he forms a ball of fire over his palm, he turns around, the fire ball blasting open the door, which crashes to the ground*
Cole:"Please!"
*Looks at Connor, then out into the hallway of the chambers, quickly he rushes over to Connor's side and scoops him up*
Cole:"If we don't hurry he'll get you as well!"
*With that, Cole rushes out of the cell, looking about as he does, he turns to head left, but suddenly he stops and looks back to his right, something had caught his attention...there was yelling nearby*
Phoebe: No, you said it yourself. It wasn't a smart plan. Unless, you really didn't really wanna kill us. You wanted us to be so blinded by hate that we couldn't see what you were really up to. Cole: Well, it's the only way out for me. And you want it, too, so... Phoebe: Yeah, but on our terms, not yours. We won't help you commit suicide. Cole: You already have.
Lord General Asmodius Kayel The Stygian Beast Head of Obsidian Technologies
Judas
__The Fallen__ Last son of the Kittani
Posts: 39
(4/8/03 8:57 am)
Re: The Old Cells
"Move it, gene-trash!" <thump!>
"Huuugh!"
"Don't you look at me like that, boy! <Smack!>
Aaagh!
Oh, you ting you got the stones to stand up to me? Huh, <thwak!> Do you!? <smack!> Hold'em
Jenkins. I was a guard up at Shawshank for eleven years. I know how to deal with an unruly inmate. Well, we'll see how much attitude he'll show to Mr. baton here." Huh. boy? <thump!>
Not likely, son, not likely..heh heh heh. UnnH! <THUMP!>
GUUUARRGH! <huff, huff>
The sound of the guards brutality could be heard before they even rounded the corner with their prisoner.
Four men in class 2 hard armor drag a battered young mutant into the old cells, taking they're time as the work out their frustrations on the young man. His yellowish-golden hair is a mess with streaks of red in it to show the signs of an open head wound. A small trickle of blood can be seen at the corner of his mouth. His shirt barely clings to his body as it is nearly torn off, showcasing a multitude of bruises on his chiseled form. A thin coat of yellowish-golden fur does nothing to hide the effects of the brutality of the Agamemnon personnel.
As they round the corner the guards halt in there tracks as the catch a glimpse of Mr. Turner. "Sir! We, umm...we were told to bring this prisoner from Obsidian tech to a cell immediately. He...resisted." The guard truly hoped he wouldn't lose such a cushy job over damaging some stupid mutie guinea pig....
Re: The Old Cells
*Cole looked at the guards, it took ever ounce f his will to control himself and stop him from killing them there and then from calling him sir, but no matter...he can handle this*
Cole:"How dare you treate him like that!"
*He calls out*
Cole:"I'm already dealing with this death!"
*He lies motioning to Connor in hopes of confusing them long enough for him to throw them off guard*
Cole:"I'd hate to have another on my concious!"
*He yells, the guards looked slightly puzzled but then dropped Judas in fear as two of Cole's balls of hellfire form beside him*
Cole:"This pain ends now!"
*His balls of hellfire zoom towards their targets, slamming themselves against the guards, their bodies consumed in fire before seemingly exploding into dust...
Rushing over to Judas, Cole placed Connor down, then checked to see if Judas was alright*
Cole:"I'm getting the kids out of here, if you're able, come with us!"
Phoebe: No, you said it yourself. It wasn't a smart plan. Unless, you really didn't really wanna kill us. You wanted us to be so blinded by hate that we couldn't see what you were really up to. Cole: Well, it's the only way out for me. And you want it, too, so... Phoebe: Yeah, but on our terms, not yours. We won't help you commit suicide. Cole: You already have.
Lord General Asmodius Kayel The Stygian Beast Head of Obsidian Technologies
Judas
__The Fallen__ Last son of the Kittani
Posts: 42
(4/8/03 10:23 am)
Re: The Old Cells"Uhhhh...."
Judas' emerald green eyes open lazily, then focus on the man hovering over him. His eye's then narrow in defiance.
"Why should I trust you? A zoot-suited f**k just like you put me in this mess to begin with! In fact, I should...AAHK!"
Judas holds his side, grimacing in pain as he tried to stand. He then looks at Cole and and the young man on the floor. Just as he was about to tell Cole to f**k off, his eyes net with Madison's lithe form.
Ever the charmer, Judas smiles and looks Cole in the eye. "Ok, buddy. I'll play along, for now. If anything to keep your grubby old hands offa' the lovely lady here." Flashing Madison a heart-stopping smile, in spite of his condition.
The young mutant pulls himself up using the wall and walks over to the smoldering pile that was his tormentors. Reaching down to what was once a hand, Judas snatches up a black, two foot long, metal cylinder."I'll take -That-. Ya' lucky he got to your first, Mutha' F**ka'!" The cylinder is an Inch and a half thick and solid black with an odd gloss to it that makes it almost shine. Judas shakes off the last of the charred remains on it and twirls is around like a baton.
"Oookk. All is right with the world, now. Lead the way, Mister company man. Judas leans closer to Cole And know that if you try to f**k us over, I'll be the last thing you see. Learn it, live it, love it. Now, let's get goin'."
Re: The Old Cells
*Cole's eyes shifted momentarily over to Madison...as if seeing what her reation to the furred creature would be. But he quicky looked back at Connor and picked up the boy*
Cole:"Quickly then!"
*Once again Connor was safetly in Coles arms, the group hurridly made their way towards the stairwell...of course, Cole knew that the stairs only lead to the other levels of the chambers, teleportation was the only way in and out of this place.
As the get close to the stairs, alarms start ringing, Cole looks about in suprise, then he looked back, his eyes narrowing in anger*
Cole:"...They know I'm down here."
*He looked at Connor, then over at Judas, placing Connor on the stairs, Cole tares off his coat, tossing it to the side*
Cole:"Stay behind me!"
*A collection of footsteps can be heard rushing down the stairs, as the armoured guards appear, Cole raises his fists to fight, yet a voice calls out for them to holt. Behind the group, a man stood, Connor could be heard waking, but he was too out of it to realize what was going on.
Cole smiled at the man that stood nearby*
Cole:"..Blake."
*His harsh tone made it obvious they knew each other, possibly rivel by the way they where glaring at each other*
Cole:"It's over Blake, I wont allow any more people to suffer because of this!"
Phoebe: No, you said it yourself. It wasn't a smart plan. Unless, you really didn't really wanna kill us. You wanted us to be so blinded by hate that we couldn't see what you were really up to. Cole: Well, it's the only way out for me. And you want it, too, so... Phoebe: Yeah, but on our terms, not yours. We won't help you commit suicide. Cole: You already have.
Re: The Old Cells
*Blake stood still glaring at him. He'd just shimmered in a few seconds before, knowing about what had happened due to the few camera down there.*
Blake: "Yes, Cole, it's over. Don't think you'll be getting out of here alive."
*With that he steps in closer preparing an energyball to throw at Cole. He smirks as his energy ball reaches the ammount of energy that Blake wanted to use.*
Blake: "It's a shame, with you gone I'll have a little more work to do..."
*He shrugs and and throws his energy ball at Cole, and waits for his counter. He knew that Cole wouldn't go down so easy...*
Re: The Old Cells
*With the smile given from Judas, Madison returns him a friendly smile, she still wasn't sure what to think of him. It was strange she wasn't really judging anyone on her first impressions. It was probably because of the events that unfolded today, she didn't have enough time to think quickly.
As Blake appeared she looked over to Connor as he was slowly waking up. She sits on one of the stairs by Connor, she soon gets distracted by whats going on between Cole and Blake. She looks at both of them men, he eyes peeled to what was unfolding in front of her*
Re: The Old Cells
*With his teeth clentched, Cole seems to back hand slap the energy ball off to the side, the ball slamming hard into the stone wall and causing it to crumble slightly.
The back of Coles hand was slightly burned, yet he didn't seem to pay it much attention, he seemed mor focused on the ball of hellfire forming already beside him.
With a wave of his arm the ball shoots hastily towards Blake, who took it directly in the chest...*
Guards:"Get the girl!"
*Instantly they swormed around Madison grabbing her and dragging her in the oppisite direction of the stairs*
Cole:"Madison!"
*Rushing past Tucker Cole grabs one of the soldiers, and with strength unseen in normal men, he throws the armoured soldier meters back into a wall.
There's a stagger behind him, Cole turns to look, only just managing to catch Blake shooting an energy ball at him, Cole barely is able to send a counter attack, but he's unable to avoide the powerful energy ball.
With a yell, Cole's body is engulfed in a white light of energy, comepletely evaporating from sight...*
Phoebe: No, you said it yourself. It wasn't a smart plan. Unless, you really didn't really wanna kill us. You wanted us to be so blinded by hate that we couldn't see what you were really up to. Cole: Well, it's the only way out for me. And you want it, too, so... Phoebe: Yeah, but on our terms, not yours. We won't help you commit suicide. Cole: You already have.
Lord General Asmodius Kayel The Stygian Beast Head of Obsidian Technologies
Judas
__The Fallen__ Last son of the Kittani
Posts: 48
(4/9/03 10:16 am)
Re: The Old Cells
The burning pain that accompanied a bruised rib hounded Judas as he watched the entire thing unfold. Judas visibly cringed when he was Cole simply backhand a ball of energy as if it where a wad of paper. His eyes where so transfixed by the display of power that he didn't notice the guards sneaking up to them.
::: Get the girl! :::
Judas spun around to see some of the guards making off with Madison. "Nooo!!" His attempts at getting up where marred by the incredible pain in his ribs. He looked up to see Cole rushing to her aid. A look of confusion soon became one of horror as Cole intercepted A powerful blast from Blake's hand with deadly results.
"He.....he just....dammit!" Judas summons the strength to pull himself off the stairs hoisting the still groggy Connor over his shoulder. He makes his way quickly back down to the cells and lay Conner down in a corner.
"Sit tight, man. I don't know if you can read me, but if you see an opening to run, then take it. I hold'em off as best I can." With that, Judas walks back toward the stairs as guards flood down to greet the young mutant. Gripping the cylinder he recovered earlier tightly, he stands defiantly between them and Connor.
"Well, looks like you cats wanna dance, huh?" At that, a three foot long blade extends from one end of the cylinder he held.<SNIKT!> A confident smirk crawls across his face as he settles into a low stance.
*He weakly calls out as the guards grab hold of her and drag her away, suddenly, that man..the man who was there when they..when they...did what ever they did to him!
How dare he go near Madison! Wait...what was he doing...he was...he was helping? Was he on their side? What was going on?*
Connor:"Madison!"
*He calls out more loudly as attempts to reach out for her, but he covers his eyes Cole's body seemed to be completely destroyed at the energy ball that hits him....he died trying to protect Madison..*
Connor:"No!"
*Barely able to sit up, he's suddenly picked up, dragged over into another cell by a mutant he didn't recognise. Connor seems to foggily listen to the furred beast man, yet Madison...he had to save her...He watched Judas get into an attacking position.
Slowly Connor pulls himself to his feet, willing desperatly for his healing factor to kick in as he slowly staggers over to the doorway of the cell*
Connor:"My sister..I have to help her!"
*He watches as they drag her off, disappearing around the corner, but they seemed to teleport out of the area, Connor watched from the cell, but before he was able to yell a group attack Judas, a laser pistol shoots blasting beside the doorway, throwing Connor back more from th shock then the blast*
Guards:"Kill it!"
*One yells as he orders his men to destroy Judas, the remaining guards rush towards Judas, determind to destroy any resistence*
Lord General Asmodius Kayel The Stygian Beast Head of Obsidian Technologies
Judas
__The Fallen__ Last son of the Kittani
Posts: 49
(4/9/03 1:03 pm)
Re: The Old Cells
A torrent of well trained Agamemnon security personnel, 30 men strong, rushed toward Judas like a tsunami who's sole purpose was to utterly destroy him.
"Finally."
Judas had been waiting for a moment like this for some time. Open combat. Live targets. It was a strain to not look like he was enjoying himself. The first of the guards to engage him met with the blunt side of his blade in a backhanded motion. The next met with the sharp side as the blade easily cleaved through his armor and down his chest, dropping him to the floor with a scream. Two more guards move in to exploit a perceived opening, when in reality, they are simply more fodder to feed Judas' rapidly growing bloodlust.
One of the ill fated men sought to attack Judas using his shock baton with a strong downward swing. Judas blocks the swing with incredible grace and redirects the shock baton into another guard as he violently kicks the knee of his attacker, breaking it backwards. Judas rushes forward and runs one hapless guard through, ducking to avoid a haymaker punch from his sister. Judas returns her harmful intent with a spinning wheel kick delivered with such velocity as to crush her helmet, killing her instantly. Continuing with that momentum, he swings his blade in a backhanded motion cleanly parting one guard's torso from his hips. In the mist of this chaos, Judas is in nirvana.
Judas revels in this carnage. This is what he was meant for. This is his purpose. He is a weapon. An instrument of death. All at once, Judas feels truly alive.
:::Kill it!!:::
Judas can't help but commend the guard commander for realizing that in trying to capture him alive, he was sending these men and women to their deaths. The kid gloves have apparently come off as Judas eyes some of the guards turning their shock batons to killing levels and a few draw sidearms.
*All the better. Now, the real fun begins*
He extends an identical blade from the other end of his weapon creating a twin-bladed implement of death that would make a sith lord proud. With a blood-freezing roar, Judas dives into the fray with wild abandon determined to demonstrate how strong he is with the dark side...
at: 4/11/03 7:20:06 am
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