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Post by hellcat on Jun 29, 2019 4:10:35 GMT
Fire in her eyes.TAGS TAGS TAGS
it was easy to see how the devil himself could be pulled out of. Me
In every part of the world within its seedy underbelly some evil corporation was working. Sure alot of them were focused on viral weapons and even what new disease to infect the mass public with. All of this was driven by greed and hate of anything new and unknown. Sure most people went about their days not giving a second thought to the dumb sheep they truly were. Keeping a toe on the line and one foot in the cooperate meat grinder. For someone like hellcat she had seen the true evil.
Being a captive of a organization like G.A.D.E.M really brought most things into perspective. After four years your really start to doubt there was life outside the fully lit bubble cell that was your display. Allways being watch and tested on to see how you tick. In hellcats case she had been under testing for a new serum to control mutants. The tests went well at first and she had gained more freedom around the facility.
Until her power and the demonic beings tried to take over. The hell fire burnt the drug out of her and she had killed a few agents. It had been a while since she had seen new mutants but two men had been brought in. They were both quick at the mouth qnd had received fair shares of beatings in the Last few weeks. The few occasions they were out of their cages hellcat used her chow hall connections to sneak them food.
The gaurds had ways to break you and lack of food and drink would make you mad and desperate. Really she liked to just sticknit to those assholes and feeding the ones starving normally helped her out on the long run. She had given them many peace offerings after hearing them whisper plans to escape. Though they were kinda snarky and didnt seem to want to include a outsider. Later in the night hellcat was pulled from her cell along with buster and william who were the roomates to each side of her. Taken out to a truck they were being transferred to another location.
One outside of michigan in a more remote permanent location. "Psst, string beans. Would be nice if you two could get your stick asses in gear and get this escape going." She spoke begore a gaurd came by and jabbed her with a cattle prod through the bullet proof door of her mini pod cell. "Fuck you asshole. Im gonna melt the flesh off you when i get loose." She growled at them and he laughed before looking at his buddy.
Thats when the truck came to a dead hault and the sound of crunching metal was heard. Lulu was outside in the middle of the back road. Her fist held out as the single thing to stop the massive armored transport. word count, notes, n stuff
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Jun 29, 2019 18:57:08 GMT
Post by buster on Jun 29, 2019 18:57:08 GMT
| | "You're a dead motherfucker. After i finish combing my hair you're a dead mother fucker." | Benny hadn't been in the best of moods. For days he had sat with his dick in his hand itching to make a move, and for days he sat and watched as guards laughed at him. He couldn't even really remember how he had gotten here. One minute he was living it up at a Johnny Rome party and the next.... Well, everyone had bailed early and left Benny to find his own fun. His brand of fun meant trouble and trouble came with all sorts of unfriendly attention.
He just got the attention of the wrong kind of assholes this time. To make matters worse he had to deal with this power dampening shit. He felt sick without his power turned on. Like a literal junkie jonesing for a fix. Maybe he was exaggerating a little bit, but his body had an odd effect under the power dampener. Earth and dirt healed him and being connected to mother earth and it's radiant qualities kept his shit centered. It kept his chi in balance. Now his train of thought was off the tracks and plowing through the city. Derailed and constantly fucking jumbled.
He couldn't even think straight. The power dampener left a consistant droning buzz in his ear. Fill his ear with beeswax and spin him in circles. That was about the jist of it. He was nasueated, ready to throw up.... Every day he felt weaker and he yearned for the simple touch of dirt, but no. These assholes kept him squeaky clean. In his pod cell Benny had a plain white T and some blue pants that resembled hospital scrubs. They didn't allow him shoes or even a comb.... THOSE BASTARDS!
There was a toilet in the corner and a mirror for him to self reflect and shit, but there was nothing beyond the basics. How nice of them to provide a mirror for him take notice of how much like shit he really looked like . The floor was metal grating. Any bad boy behavior would send jolts of electricity into his bare feet. Clever fucks. They thought of everything. The time spent puking his guts out and whispering bits of his plan were the only thing he had to cling to in this festering hellhole. It was sterilized and hyperclean, didn't mean it wasn't a hell hole.
Benny knew that he had to be patient. He had lost 10 pounds since he got here, and he wasn't exactly bulky to begin with. His ribs were showing through the skin. Lean muscle barely clinging to skeletal defiance. He wouldn't give up. Walk right up to me and put a bullet in my fucking head. That's about the only way you're going to beat me. But that was the attitude of most fools. They weren't the lay down and die sort of motherfuckers and they certainly weren't the bow to authority sort of motherfuckers. So what kind of motherfuckers were they might you ask? Well...."Cell pod 262 open!" A voice called out.
Benny looked up from his seated spot on the bed. His toes wiggled slightly against the grated floor that cut his feet. No electricity yet, but it was coming. "On your feet shitheel." The guard sneered. "Where are we going? Oh wait. Don't tell me. Your little sister wants a conjugal visit." The guard was not amused. It got Benny a swift smash to his knee with a club. He doubled over and clutched at his leg. In full view of William, in full view of Hellcat. The pods were see through. It wasn't exactly a secret that he was being abused, but Benny wouldn't shut the fuck up. "Oh dam!" He groaned in pain. Hissing and gritting his teeth through the agony to deliver another shot to the man's family. "Now she'll have to sit on my lap. You fucked up my leg I don't think I can hold her now. She's a big girl."
Benny was grabbed by the shirt and dragged out of the cell. He was tossed roughly into the waiting arms of another guard who wasn't much amused with his schitck either. Benny's attention turned to the new guy in his face. Instantly forgetting about antagonizing the last guy and focusing more on this one. He was an equal opportunity asshole. "Who the fuck are you? My prom date?" He asked while the man pat him down. Protocol was protocol. "Why don't you save third base for the motel 6 after the big dance and go get me some fucking punch. I'm thirsty."
When they were finally on the truck and moving Benny calmed down. He was mostly ignored as William and Hellcat were not the only prisoners on the transport. There were a few others, but no body that Benny really recognized. William's pod was directly across from Benny's Benny glanced at him a few times trying to communicate with his eyes. They were close. They could sometimes read each others moods. Not in a gay way, but if you spend enough time with someone you're bound to pick on some shit ya know. Benny raised an eyebrow with a frown across his face. In a look that said 'So make with the strong man shit.' Even without his abilities William was plenty strong.
He was hoping that Will would over power his guard and give them a chance, but no. The pod door cloosed on William and locked him in and Benny sighed. Fucking seriously. That was there one chance. Benny began to cough. He was feeling sicker by the moment. Not even being outside for 0.2 seconds helped his illness much. Hellcat spoke up and asked when they were going to spring their magnificent plan into action. "Oh....Weeeee're alll over it Kitty Cat." She had introduced herself as Hellcat, but Benny either didn't remember her name or pretended not too. Either way he was an asshole, and either way he found it amusing that she got annoyed by his new nickname for her.
Fools didn't let Fools just get captured. They had to know the club was coming for them, but against a shadowy government agency? Hm... He didn't like his chances. Benny wasn't doubting the clubs's loyalty, but the governement was a bad motherfucker too and he knew that shadowy orginizations like this went under the radar for a reason. Real black ops shit. He didn't get to dwell on his smirk much longer before the whole truck flipped. Benny banged his head on the top of the cell and the trickle of blood made his vision spin out of control. He was limp against the glass door that had popped open and cracked. Sparks from an exposed wire showered little drips of electricity by his arm. It was dangerously close to a ruptured feul line and the unconsious smartass was unconsious.
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Jun 29, 2019 20:48:48 GMT
Post by Blink on Jun 29, 2019 20:48:48 GMT
Blink had no idea what he was doing. He was no hardened criminal, nor was he even some kind of street thug. Let's face it, he would probably blow over in a stiff breeze. Well that was not entirely true. He rubbed his nose, still sore from his introduction to Mouse. Still sore, and maybe just a little bit bent from meeting the big lugs rather large fiat intimately.
He wasn't even some sort of criminal master mind. Blink was just your run of the mill burglar, one who tried to take as few risks as possible. Or so he had thought... before he had run afoul of the Fools. Miraculously he wasn't dead - though his nose pointed ever so slightly to the left now. Oh, and he was apparently a Fool now, for life. Seriously, he was in so hardcore shit.
That was how he ended up in the middle of nowhere watching his Boss - his infinitely hot Boss - stop an armoured vehicle with her bare fist. Blink couldn't help but... Blink. The sound was unreal, like a Coke can bring crush, only a million times louder. It was so loud that Blink found himself covering his ears. But then someone was shouting at him. At first he just stared, mouth agape. Intelligence must have seeped into his brain at some point however, because with a resolute nor, Blink realised what he needed to do.
One moment he was safely away from the metal carnage, the next he was standing practically face to metal. He moved so that he could spy into the armored vehicle through heavily leaded glass and once more he was gone. He reemerged within the twisted corridor that ran between the cells. The only guard he could see was on the ground. The lights flickered and buzzed loudly.The place smelled like ozone.
He checked the nearest cell, looking inside to see if it held one of the men he had seen in the photos shown to him earlier that morning.
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Post by olli on Jul 3, 2019 22:02:52 GMT
 THEY CALL ME DEVIL, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID
This was certainly bullshit. Oliver never expected to be tossed around and flipped upside down, but at least the cell door was open. Oliver was a little banged up. Blood trickled down from his nose and into the palm of his hand as he checked it. Someone was going to bleed for this. Well. Someone else besides him was going to bleed for this anyways.
Oliver pushed himself to his feet. Broken glass was bedded into the bones of his wrists as he pushed himself up. A flowing line of trickling blood spotted and danced around his feet. Dripping from his nose, his wrists. It dotted the ground around him in a almost happy pattern. Like it was fun to bleed kids! Oliver spit a mouth full of blood onto the ground for good measure.
His legs felt like rubber set in concrete. He stumbled over a dead guard who laid impaled on a broken handrail. It twisted at the end and held chunks of his still beating heart on the end of the skewer. It beat weakly as it pumped out the last bits of blood like some crazy fucking lawn fountain. You know the type with the chubby little angel taking a piss? Only here it was a fucking heart with an arching stream of blood coming out of both sides. The way these assholes treated him inside he would have been damed proud to own a bloody guard fountain for his front yard. It would match nicely with the empty beer cans and thrift store softa lying around the front yard.
Oliver was a bit of a redneck. A bit of a gearhead. And though somewhere in this twisted mangle of hell on wheel a power dampener still juiced.... He could feel it weaken. He could feel that cloud of energy flooding back to him. The voices were back too. That was something he didn't really miss. "Free us free us! We will be swift. We will take vengence!" The voices pleaded. "Shut the fuck up!" Olli groaned as he stepped over a severed hand and made his way over to Hellcat's pod.
Hers was one of the few that hadn't popped open in the crash, but Oliver reached down and picked up a severed hand holding a pair of keys. He didn't even bother to take the keys out of the deadman's grip. He used the severed hand to turn the key and then tossed it over his shoulder. He wasn't about to escape and leave this beauty behind. At the very least he was building up his fucking karama. "Well....You're free baby. Smell that sweet sweet freedom air!" Olli joked and then coughed. Holding his ribs he stumbled back into William's pod. Just as the guy was coming too and pushing the door open.
Olli slammed onto William's pod with a thud and slammed the door closed right back in his face. Olli just didn't have the strength to stay on his feet. Even if the voices in his head were begging to take over. He didn't want that just yet. Another guard who was slumped on the ground had gun. Olli leaned over and grabbed it. Cocking back the slide and seeing that it had one in the chamber. He ejected the clip to see a full mag. Nice.
"Transport vehicle down. Send back up to Verizono bridge." Oliver heard the driver using his dying breath to call for help. He could already hear the blackhawk helicopter blades whirling. He pointed the gun at the guy and sent a bullet right into his dome piece. Fucking asshole. "We... Should probably get the fuck out of here sweet lips." He said looking at Hellcat. He had already decided fuck everyone else. He was a chivalrous gentleman he helped the lady in need, but he didn't much care about the scrawny ass greaser kid passed out on the floor or the other assholes locked in the pods. Wasn't his problem.
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Jul 13, 2019 14:56:07 GMT
Post by Ironsides on Jul 13, 2019 14:56:07 GMT
 - RISE - "I'm Not looking for love, just looking for sex." Seemed like the natural cosmic order of things to fuck over his life when things were going decent. Maybe there was a god out there and this was his sick sense of justice. After all the heart ache he probably caused to the female race. Not to mention him commuting every sin he could full speed barreling towards hell. Then again at least he knew that Buster would be riding shotgun screaming he was a pussy and not going fast enough. The last couple of weeks had been waking up in a steaming pile of bullshit after another long Johnny Rome Party. Seems that it was always the dynamic duo getting themselves into this kinda shit.
He remembered taking Nicole home some sort of late then going off the do more dumb shit with just Buster. Apparently they decided to break into the zoo so William could fight some of the larger animals. By the end of the night he remember waking up in a cell with scientist staring at him and talking about bullshit tests. Go figure the tests he actually needed to fail were passed with flying colors in the scientists eyes. God damn nerds and their bullshit degrees. God damn why was this cell always so fucking bright. His head was still in hangover mood and withdrawal from lack of booze and drugs.
Needless to say he looked like shit and sure he felt just as bad. Unlike ole Benny boy who still had fight in him William just didn't feel up to it. They had been experimenting on him with different forms of torture to see what his body could take. When they moved him from his cell he just didn't have the strength to stage bloody coo to get out of here. 15 mutants were brought out to this convoy truck and put into their own cells. Then it was on it way above ground and rolling within 15 minutes. Williams cell was across from busters but he didn't look at his longtime friend.
Leaning back against the wall his eyes closed as he stood and waited to see where they were being delivered. Though when the truck came to a screeching halt and flipped he was jumbled around. His dazed and blurry vision saw buster out of his cell on the ground knocked out. Some other asshole slammed into his cell door and it freed him enough to get a deactivation for the dampening collars. Moving over to buster he drug him out of the wreckage to see Lulu and others from the club outside. The sound of choppers and backup hit his ears and he knew there wasn't much time.
"Fuck man. Really hoped we would be the old assholes in the nursing home. Hitting on nurses and telling the doctors to shove it." He spoke to his barely conscious friend before picked him up and handing him to Lulu and mouse. "Get the club outta here Im right behind you." William spoke as the metal started to surface on his skin and he head back towards the arriving back up trucks. Dying for the club and for his buddy didn't seem like the worst possible fate considering the fact that he was gonna slow them down.
Bullets started to ding off his metal frame as he looked over his shoulder at his friends. "Get the fuck outta here now!!" Was the last thing he yelled before they vanished and his attention turned to the men surrounding him. His gaze found the sparking electrical wire and with a smirk he looked at the agents. "see you all in hell." Grabbing the wire he felt the electricity course through this body before he pushed it into the leaking gas line. A huge explosion could be seen in the woods as the others were running and heading back to vehicles. Williams body laid in the middle of a crater still and not moving as the choppers approached the scene.
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Jul 13, 2019 15:02:59 GMT
Post by hellcat on Jul 13, 2019 15:02:59 GMT
Fire in her eyes.TAGS TAGS TAGS
it was easy to see how the devil himself could be pulled out of Me
Sure Hellcat had hoped to escape the clutches of gadem from ages but she never really planned it to happen this way. As the truck flipped she hit her head on the glass door of her pod and it split causing her to bleed down the side of her face. The was a ache in her side that she was sure of broken ribs and a ringing in her mind from the concussion and swelling in her brain. God damn being a human sucked major camel dick was all she could think with the collar around her neck. Thought when she looked up her pod was opening and she noticed a man there.
Someone she had seen in passing from her cell to the labs he was a bit of a hottie. Even in pale ass scrubs and sickly looking florescent lights in their cells. Here attention turned to the driver calling for backup and then back to Olli. "Sure thing sexy but i got some business to take care of real quick to hang out a spell." Stepping out of her cell she moved over to the guard who had been tormenting her for the last year. He had done some rather nasty things to her since she had no powers and now she was gonna make him pay.
Her hand grabbed the deactivator device from the mans wrist and her collar fell off. A smirk on her lips as shadows started to creep out and flow into every orifice. Soon his screams turned to gurgling noises and his blood blackened and oozed from every hole. Turning to Olli her eyes were solid black as she seemed to vanish like a ghost. Just merely a second later she appeared in front of him and his collar dropped off before they appeared in a room that look like a torture chamber.
Grabbing her side she winced in pain from her rib cage being broken and the sounds of cracks and screams were heard as she hit her knees. The bones shifted back into place and healed as she knelt there and caught her breath. "God dammit that never feels any better." She would speak before she made it to her feet again and looked over at Olli. The gash on her head slowly closing up as she moved closer. "Thanks to the escape baby. Been tryna blow the joint for over a year." word count, notes, n stuff
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Jul 13, 2019 18:36:31 GMT
Post by buster on Jul 13, 2019 18:36:31 GMT
| | "You're a dead motherfucker. After i finish combing my hair you're a dead mother fucker." | Benny wasn't even aware of what was going on around him. Lady luck was a bitch. She had decided Benny was out of credit and it was time for him to payback all his good times. Sitting on the floor slowly bleeding out of his face; a warm puddle seeped across the metal floor.
Not that you could notice with the sparks flying and the pandemic confusion biting at the chaos all around them. Benny was half conscious. Drifting in and out of the world of dreams. In his head he was on one of Mouse's movie sets with babes all around him telling him what a "big strong man" he was. A power fantasy that his knocked around rattled mind was playing on loop. Where he wished he was instead of where he actually was.
In reality he was being hoisted up by William who was offering him I'm sorries and lending his words to deaf ears. Benny couldn't hear him. Not with a porn star's hand slipping down into his pants in a perferable reality. Benny's head was hung low. His hair flopped around and coverd his face. It was longer than usual. Shoulder length and acented with a goatee. The boys at the lab didn't feel the need to humor his grooming habits and he was a bit shaggy.
Benny could never grow a full beard, but the goatee made him look like a 70's porn star pizza delivery guy fully equipt with bad lines and a cocky swagger. Only here.... Half of his face had been ripped off. Bone twisted out of his cheek and dripped with gutteral carnage. Sinew and flesh clung helplessly by a thread. Deep tissue bruises that would have been hidden below the squishy pink of his cheek were black and horrible with the exposed red meat underneath.
A flap of skin that was the right side of his face, from sliding across the grated floor, peeled back and hung crappily from his jaw. Benny muttered something along the lines of "I got your pizza.... With the extra spicy sausage baby." As he spoke his mouth pooled with blood and spilled over his lower lip staining his shirt. It looked as if someone had tried to fuckstart his face with a cheese grater.
Benny's eyes were half cracked open as William tossed him into Lulu's arms. No one had noticed weather or not he was breathing yet. No one had noticed that half of Benny's face was gone. Benny saw dirt at Lulu's feet and reached out a weak hand with curling fingers. He summoned bits of dirt too his grasp.
It danced and flurished up to his waiting fingertips. Swirling in a quiet storm of gravel and rock. A tiny cyclone that wished to numb the pain away. It wasn't much. He didn't have much strength left in him. He was on the verge of passing out again. He wanted to rub the dirt on his face. To pull the flap of skin back over the exposed red meat and bone and rub dirt around the edges to heal it back together. Some mad hatter's dream in a crazy way he could repair damaged tissue this way. He had never tried it on anything this fucked up before.
Though as the rocks and dirt came aclimbing into his presence, just before it reached his fingertips.... Benny blacked out and the small storm of healing fell back to to the ground as he went limp in Lulu's arms. His head limped back and stared at the sky. The last thing he saw was the whirl of helichopter blades and the sound of his own ending future. .
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Jul 13, 2019 19:17:49 GMT
Post by olli on Jul 13, 2019 19:17:49 GMT
THEY CALL ME DEVIL, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID
Oliver wasn't a rat bastard. He wasn't the type of person to abandon someone in need, but at the current moment he didn't give a shit. It was every man for himself and the state of things there was a lot more bloodshed and tears than he really cared for. It touched at his heartstrings, but their suffering wasn't enough to pull his heartstrings and puppeteer him into action. He got the girl out. That was enough to keep his conscience from eating away at his guilt.
When the collar fell off and fell around his feet Olli only looked at the mysterious woman. He wasn't going to say thank you. Those words weren't in his vocabulary but he did smirk at her. With a slight not he remained mysterious and held just a touch of intrigue. The voices were louder now without the collar. He could hear the whispers with the collar damaged, but now that it was unshackled completely they were practically screaming.
He was suddenly overwhelmed by their presence and he could do little to stop them from joining them in this torture chamber. The prospect of torture was something they all adored and they came for a closer look. A swirling black cloud of thick black fog rolled around his shoulders. It seemed to spill out from his back and surround him at the center. Moving deeper to fill the room and everything in it. Three pairs of glowing eyes and razor sharp teeth peeked out of the darkness.
Their voices not just in Oliver's head anymore but filling the room. Allowing everyone to hear their raspy choked voices. "This one is so prEEEEEEEEETTTY" The constanant sound sounding like something being strangled partway through the word pretty. A disembodied claw moved through the darkness and slashed at Hellcat's shirt, revealing a hint of cleavage. "Such, tender, supple flesh.... Will be exellent to ravage....." A second frightening claw came from the darkness reaching for her throat. Oliver grabbed a power dampener from the torture room and slapped it around his wrist. The fog disappeared in an instant. A gugrling groan could be heard as the beasts dissappeared as well. 'FUUUUUUUUUCK YOU OLIVER!" The beast snarled.
Places of great evil he had trouble containing the violence of the beasts. Places of horrible tradgey he had trouble dispelling their vile intentions. Oliver didn't want to hurt this girl. He wanted to get to know her maybe, but he definitely didn't want to hurt her. His otherworldly friends might have had other ideas. And more importantly they detested anything that pulled Oliver's focus away from their truer goals. Distractions were not pleasant in their eyes. Mostly women. Oliver had been arrested in the first place for being blamed for butchering several women along the east coast. It wasn't him but the creatures in the fog.
Anyone he ever got close to. Anyone he honestly cared about.... They put an end to the ill concieved relationship and it landed Oliver Rose on G..A.D.E.M.'s radar in the first place. "We really should get the fuck out of here." Oliver said. He didn't like the idea of hanging around in a place where so much pain and suffering still lingered. A place that dripped with the cries of the torutred and a place where his unwanted creatures had a power harness to amplify their will over his own actions.
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Jul 13, 2019 21:05:52 GMT
Post by demon on Jul 13, 2019 21:05:52 GMT
| Demon | | | | | You know....I'm going to rip you apart with my claws and teeth. It's not going to be pleasant. It's going to hurt like hell. And while you'll probably taste like shit.... I'll enjoy it all the same. Cassandra was dreaming. Thinking about tearing the guards limb from limb and in her slumber she was. She could hear the echo of their cries and gunfire as they fruitlessly shot at her.
She darted between the shadows. The sound of massive wings fluttering almost drowned out the shots. There was a panic about the situation as they were laid to waste and the taste of their blood tasted like cheap cologn and aftershave. It was raw meat, and carnal but it wasn't enough to satisfy.
Demon chewed on neck flesh crouching over a dead guard. She held the pieces of flacid meat between her clawed fingers and chewed ravenously. Bits of blood peppered the corners of her mouth. She was enjoying this dream. It was about the only thing that gave her comfort anymore. She had been held in the G.A.D.E.M. facility for the last 6 months and it was dreams like this that kept the spark of fight in her.
She missed her wings. She missed her tail and her claws. These were things that faded away under the influence of the power dampener. Like they were never there in the first place. Her wings simply receeded into her back until they became nothing more than shoulder blades. Her claws shortened until they were just roughly taken care of nails and her tail sucked itself back into her rear. Faded away. Like they were never hers. She hated this collar. It was so unnatural.
Even now as she sat in a pod a slab of solid stone she thought about it. Her mind was still active and alternated between dream and conscious thought as she laid in the pod. The sun was out. The rays of the sun spilled through the sunroof over her individual pod. A special precaution. And though the power dampener took away her fangs claws and tail she was still violent. It was best to keep her locked away in stone.
Cassandra couldn't move around in the daylight. When the sun touched her skin she hardened into a statue, but when the night came. She was a beast of prey. She was terrifying. A punk rock savage with a thirst for chaos and anarchy. More than that she was hungry. She was mostly always hungry and she had eaten well at the gadem facility. They tossed her a rare steak twice a day to watch her eat and study her more animalistic habits.
The sun was going down now. The truck flipped and crashed. Blood broken glass and reason went out the window as the last bits of fading light disappeared. It must've been odd to ride next to a statue, but as the light went away so did her concrete prison. It started with a crack. And then a chip. Slowly pieces of rubble broke away as she punched her way out. Her hands were rough. Rougher than a females hands had any right to be and punching her way out of the stone didn't hurt her. Not even without the gift of her abilities.
Cassandra peeled away bits of broken rock around her ribs as she had to kick and fighter her way out of this rock caccoon. "What the absolute shitfuck?" She murmered as she looked around at the dead bodies and carnage. A spark ignited some leaking gas and a fire started in the driver's seat . Burning the guard clinging to life there alive. She heard the screams but ignored them as she kicked her way out of the glass chamber that was already cracked and broken.
It took a few kicks but she made her way out of it. Cassandra could feel the growl in her stomach. She whipped her head to the side and watched several other mutants fleeing the scene. Cassandra wanted to follow suit, but her need for vengence was too great. She snatched up a guard from the ground by the shirt. She could feel her wings back. The power dampener must be on the fritz. So sorry Chuck. She thought about the guard who's name wasn't really chuck.
Cassandra buried razor sharp fangs into the man's face. They slid in like butter. The scream echoing into her ear only made her smile as blood washed over her pail face. Streaking across the side and filling her mouth with the warms of food. A few of the mutants still trapped watched on in disbelief and a few cheered. But she wasn't on their side either. Assholes were assholes. And Cassandra didn't really trust anyone. It was trusting people that got her here in the first place. Someone offered her a place to sleep for the day and found her turned to stone and called the police. The police not really knowing how to deal with it called G.A.D.E.M.. And that little old lady seemed so sweet. Trecherous bitch.
Cassandra finished drinking the guard and slung him behind her. He went crashing through a pod freeing another mutant who's codename was "Biologic" Biologic looked at her with a handsome smirk. "Thanks." He said before bailing on the place himself. Cassandra looked around before bursting her way out of the front windshield. She immeditately ran into Lulu holding the body of Benny.
Cassandra remembered seeing the skinny guy before. He was always running his mouth and she didn't particularlly care for him that much. Then again. He was constantly getting beaten by the guards and that was entertaining she supposed. Cassandra raised an eyebrow at Lulu. "He dead?" She asked with no real emotion to her tone. The sound of helicopters made her question moot. She wasn't going back. Her tail flicked around waving excitedly behind her. Her wings stretched out and flapped as she hovered off the ground. "If he's not now he will be. You should leave this place. While you still can." She offered Lulu sound advice.
Demon was about to fly away herself when a sniper from the helicopter shot three holes in her right wing. She hissed in pain and went tumbling 10 feet to the ground. Spinning and circling through the air like a blue and white cannon ball Demon crash slammed into the headlights of the overturned truck. She hit like a meterorite falling from the sky. Something was broken. Blood dripped from her wings. She looked back up to Lulu, not expecting mercy, but hoping she would take her with them. She wouldn't survive on her own. |
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Jul 13, 2019 21:34:49 GMT
Post by Biologic on Jul 13, 2019 21:34:49 GMT
?  THEY CALL ME DEVIL, AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID What was worse than being tested and prodded? Being stupid enough to be caught again. Alex was not lucky enough to have his cell pod pop open in the crash though he was lucky enough to have some blue haired crazy strength monster bitch open it for him. He thanked her and dashed off into the chaos that was outside. There were more people around. People he didn't recognize.
The Fool's Dice Club members there to pick up the scraps. He didn't care about that. He had to get out for his own reasons. His own cause. There was great things on the horizon and every one of them started with G.A.D.E.M. burning to the ground. Alex was hell bent on that and he had the resources to put it together. Jumping out of the back of the truck Alex cracked his neck. The whirling of helicopters could already be heard in the distance. He looked at Lulu and the guy she was holding.
For a moment he thought about just running. But then he thought about how useful more mutants could be to his cause. He would stick with them. For the time being. At least he could find out what they were capable of and see if he could use them somehow. His power dampener was still in full working order. There was no way for him to use the persuasive touch of his abilities to make his situation any easier. He was on the lamb and it helped to have people with you. That was just smart. At the very least he could use them.... He didn't have to outrun G.A.D.E.M. if he could just outrun these people.
Alex moved over to Lulu and helped out with Benny. Taking off his shirt to dab at the blood. "He alright?" He asked in a husky gruff voice. There was genuine concern there. Alex wasn't just pretending to care. Alex cared about all mutants. He was after all a mutant rights activist and he wanted to see the better treatment of their kind throughout. WORDS: || TAGGED: || MUSIC || NOTES:
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