A Taste Of Freedom {IC}

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[glow=purple][ The Facility || Sleeping Area || Hallways ][/glow]

That was it, Evie had done her part and she was silently praying that the other's fulfilled their part of the mission just as successfully as she had done hers. Hopefully, this would be done soon and they can continue to move forward. It would only be a matter of time before they other guards in the facility noticed that some were not checking in like they should. Once Evie quickly passed they others around the corner she hid at the opposite end corner of the wall. Safe from being pulled into action and where she could observe and quickly hop in should she need to. She could hear what was going on before she even dared laid her eyes on the scene unfolding. Her heart was hammering hard in her chest and her palms were sweating. Suddenly she noticed that her lips felt chapped, licking them quickly she watched as Remy had his respective guard and was already in the process of knocking him out. See, there was nothing to be super nervous about. Everything was going according to plan. All she had to do was just take a deep breath and be calm. Leaning her back against the corner she was hiding behind she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose and out through her mouth. She didn't want to have a little meltdown in te middle of a mission of her own volition. That would be awful.

“Subject, stand down!” One of the guards shouted and suddenly Evie felt her heart sink down to her stomach. Slowly she turned to poke her head out from behind the corner. That's when she saw that the guard had his gun drawn and pointed at Mall. Evie's big blue eyes widened even more as the blood vanished from her face while she observed the horrible danger facing her friend. “No!” Mallory shouted before lunging at the guard, trying to get rid of the gun in his hand. That's when the tussle between the guard and Mall started. The gun had gone off and Evie gasped. "Mall!" she shouted for her friend no longer conscious of her voice volume now that her friend was in danger. She saw crimson liquid around the two of them and her eyes darted from Mall to the guard back to Mall then the guard again. No, Mall couldn't have been shot right. Evie felt herself shaking as she slowly took a couple steps towards them. Mall had managed to pry the gun away from the guard only to be kicked in the stomach and sent flying into the wall. “You--!” The guard growled at her.

Evie had to be careful or she would get Mall in more danger while trying to save her and that wouldn't be good. That's when she noticed the cloth that had been dropped and discarded. The guard had his back sort of facing her his full attention on Mall. Evie could take the cloth and handle the job before he got to Mall. All she needed was to touch him and get him on his knees so she could be sure to reach his face. She nodded closing her eyes and inhaling one more time before glaring at the guard. “Come here, you little--“ That's when he started to chase after her while Mall tried to scoot away from him.

Now. She had to move now!

Evie took off running towards the two dipping down and snatching up the cloth as she passed it. Once she was close to the guy she pivoted on her back foot while picking up her other one and stomping hard on the back of the guard's knee. Causing him to quickly kneel and turn in surprise. But before he could retaliate she placed her hand with the cloth around his face and nose, then another hand to hold him in place. While she did that she felt the familiar tingling sensation bouncing off her skin letting her know she was using her magic. She heard the guard deeply as she subdued him with her power. A couple more minutes passed and the guard went limp making Evie quickly drop him to the ground. Her chest fell up and down quickly as her breathing had sped up. Then she glanced over at Mall and dashed over to her, bending down beside her but not touching her. "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" She asked, tears welling up in her eyes, not because of a side effect of her power but because Mall had truly scared her.
@WishfulNemo - Mallory
@Wicked - Remington Carmichael
 
[ ooc: TRIGGER WARNINGS: Major character death. Sorry @parkpyro but since you disappeared... I hope I'll do Alkalb some justice. Also some dead people doing dead people things. Lots of biting and stuff. ]

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When Remy turned around to assess the situation with Mall and the other guard, he realized things had gotten a turn for the worse. Mall was not getting close enough, was not being aggressive enough, in fear of stabbing the crap out of the man. But the guy had a gun. A real gun. He was pointing it at Mallory and barking at her to stand down.

And what did Remy do? He froze.

He was never meant for these kind of conflicts. Never in his years in the facility had he ever started actual trouble. He had never been in a fight, never gotten a punch or given a punch. Remy simply did not have the capacity of such, so when it came down to it, he did not know what to do. With no prior experience of such a situation, his brain simply overloaded for few seconds and he just stood there, watching how things unfolded. And those few seconds would forever be something that he would regret.

"No!" Mall screamed and jumped forward, dropping the soaked cloth and going for the gun. A bestial growl escaped Alkalb as he sprung forward to attack the guard Mallory was now wrestling with; she left a trail of blood where ever she seemed to touch the guard, stabbing through his clothes. There were pained, frustrated screams and the scent of blood was probably what was too much for Alkalb. The boy had been lagging behind due to Remy's request so far, but it seemed like there was so much control he could have over the feral boy. For Remy, it all seemed to happen too fast. Next thing he knew, he heard a loud bang as the gun in the guard's hands went off and Alkalb staggered to a sudden halt, took few confused looking steps back, hands on his chest as he looked down on something.

In the mean time, Evie had surged forward to help Mallory, but Remy barely seemed to realize this. His gaze was fixated on Alkalb, confusion blatant on his freckled face as he watched the kid just stand there, swaying back and forth on his feet. Then the boy did the first thing he seemed to do whenever he found himself troubled and turned to Remy, eyes wide in shock.

"Remy... It hurts." Alkalb croaked out from his chapped lips, hands on his chest as if to hold onto something. Remy did not understand what was going on, but at the same time, it was like he knew. It was like he knew but wanted to deny it. To deny reality and not face it. But it was hard to ignore the liquid that was seeping through Alkalb's clothes and dyeing his fingers in crimson. But he was still frozen in place and time. His voice was not coming out, even if Alkalb expected him to say something, it was just not coming out.

But when Alkalb's legs finally gave in and he collapsed, that snapped Remy out of it and he surged forward to catch the boy before he would hit the ground. A quiet whimper escaped Alkalb as he squeezed his chest, but the blood did not just stop coming out, unlike his voice. The blood just would not stop. It just would not stop. A violent cough shook the boy and he spat a spray of blood that stuck on the side of Remy's face and neck, but he did not even seem to notice.

"Al. Al, look at me!" Remy finally managed, cradling the kid on his chest where they had stumbled onto the floor, trying to press the wound on the chest together with Alkalb. But the blood just kept flowing. "You're alright. You're alright. I got you, Al. I got you..." Remy kept muttering hysterically, not sure if he tried to convince himself or Alkalb. The kid was shuddering violently as he was going into shock, cold sweat plastered on his blanched skin that had taken a sickly looking ashen color. Alkalb looked lost and suddenly younger than his years, like he was not sure what was going on, but still very scared of it. The bleeding boy looked up at Remy who was hovering over him, teeth clattering together between his violent shudders.

"C-Cold." Alkalb whined. "Feel s-so cold, Remy."

The necrokinetic caressed the boy's face with his bloodied hand, leaving smeared red fingerprints, repeating his name over and over desperately as he tried to keep Alkalb focused and not slip away into unconsciousness. But the wolf-boy's eyes were glazing over, and even if he was looking straight at Remy, it felt like he was not quite seeing the taller boy. Not anymore. And he knew that the wound on his chest was fatal. There was nothing he could do.

So Remy did what he knew he did best; smiled and tried to distract him. He smiled, but his throat was tight, his voice kept breaking and at some point, tears had started falling. But he kept smiling, talking to Alkalb about inane things that he pulled out of his head. Alkalb kept squeezing his hand in a grip that was slowly weakening.

"Listen Al, you're alright. It... It doesn't hurt anymore, does it? You're fine. You're just tired and we can rest a bit before we go on. Before w-we get out. I know the world is a pretty place, and I can't wait for you to see it. There's no walls, and... and..."

Few minutes passed. Alkalb stopped shuddering. The squeeze on his hand disappeared.

Alkalb was dead.

But Remy kept holding onto this small broken body, cradling it against his chest and talking, not wanting to accept that he was gone. Not even if he saw a pair of identical bare feet from the corner of his eye standing right next to him in silence. Remy shook his head let out a quiet sob, pulling the body against his chest that was already growing cold in his arms. "...I'm so sorry."

Alkalb was dead.

He had wanted to show Alkalb the world outside. For a boy who had never seen the stars or felt the grass under his feet or wind on his face. He had wanted Alkalb to experience it all. But now, he could not. It was taken away from him, denied with a piece of metal piercing his chest and some gunpowder. "I'm so sorry!"

Alkalb was dead.

Remy's breath evened out and the sobs in his throat died, the tears stopped flowing. Something else simmered inside him beside the suffocating grief that was about to drown him, something new was born. Remy did not know what it was, it was unfamiliar feeling, but it was burning. It burned like fire. He shook, muscles quivering with this unknown emotion as he hugged Alkalb tightly against himself. It took him a moment, but then he realized what it was. And for first time in his life, Remy was giving into it.

It was rage.

Carefully, he let Alkalb down on the floor and he stood up. Remy's face was splattered with blood, and his hands and shirt was stained red. Before anyone could say anything, he turned around and walked briskly away from the scene, to the opposite direction of their escape route. Few corner turns later, Remy was standing in front of a locked, unnamed door. This door had only a number, but it did not spell out a name what was behind it, and very rare knew besides the staff members. Remy knew very well what was behind this door; it was the facility morgue. It was said that dead men told no tales, but if you listened hard enough, you realized they liked to gossip harder than the housewives.

Looking around, the tall boy spotted a fire extinguisher and picked it up, returning back to the door and smashing the handle and lock into pieces with a surprising strength, and kept hitting until the lock was broken and the door gave in. It was one of the least secured areas, because nobody suspected that anyone wanted to break into the morgue, as there was nothing dangerous or valuable stored there.

...Unless you were an angry necrokinetic.

Remy threw the fire extinguisher away with a loud clatter and pushed the door open, walking around in the cool room with lots of drawers for bodies that were stored in the cold. And as he walked, he pulled open as many as he could and reached. Bodies were revealed, in both genders in different conditions and stages of decaying. Once Remy had gone around the room, he stood in the middle of it and took a deep breath. Then, he raised his hands.

Sweat broke on his brow as he concentrated all his willpower and energy to call out to as many spirits as he could. Remy had never quite figured out how it worked, but the Kinds said that to them, he glowed bright, and he glowed even brighter when he was doing it intentionally. To them, it was like a beacon, light that called the moths in the darkness towards him. And when he opened his eyes, the room was full of Creeps, spread all around him in silence, all staring at him expectantly. They knew what he wanted, and he knew what they wanted. They wanted the same thing. Revenge.

He started grabbing air with his hands, as if grasping onto invisible threads that controlled the spirits. Excited yelps and hoots erupted from the crowd of spirits, like a pack of hyenas ready for blood that they had been craving for a long time. They flew around the room, each of them smacking into a body on the cool metal slate and infusing together with it.

Soon the dead started trashing about, letting out ragged breaths and clawing themselves out of their resting places. From the unopened drawers you could hear how the corpse tried to get out, screaming in frustration and banging at the metal walls. The corpses were slow, their muscles still in rigor mortis and too cold for fast movements, but slowly gaining heat of the room temperature and from the energy of the spirit that was driving the rigor mortis away to give the joints more fluid movements.

"Follow me!" The necrokinetic said sternly, his voice cool and even, like he was a completely different person from just a moments ago. If he was afraid, he was not showing it. Maybe he was simply too angry and shaken by grief to feel anything else, it was hard to tell. Whatever the reason, it really made him hell of a more efficient. As he walked off from the morgue, a horde of corpses followed suit, staggering behind him like an uncoordinated small army. The expression in Remy's dark brown eyes was determined, the tear streaks on his face making him look like a vengeful spirit.

Their mission had supposed to be quiet and stealthy; to move silent and get out fast so nobody would get hurt. That was out of the door now. Alkalb was dead and Remy felt out of control. Or maybe too well in control, he was not sure. Whatever Evie or Mall had to say, it was too late. It was already done and Remy had made up his mind. They were getting out of this hell. Right now. And if people who worked here had to get hurt in process, so be it.

As they reached Alkalb's body with the spirit of the boy still standing there, waiting for his turn patiently, Remy simply raised it with a wave of his hand as he passed him. The broken body of the wolf-boy struggled on his feet, sputtered some clogged blood from his throat and fell into step with the rest of the corpses following the necrokinetic in eerie silence. Tristan Sky had nothing on this cult.

As Remy rounded the corner to the fire exit, the two guards immediately loaded their guns and barked orders for him to stop. However, their words died in their throats when few seconds later battered bodies stumbled behind the corner. First one, then another... then some more... and more...

When Remy finally stopped as he had been asked, there were dozens of dead lined behind him, dead fish eyes staring hungrily at the guards. For few seconds, nobody moved or said anything, and then...

"...Give 'em hell." Remy said with a commanding, cold tone.

The first to let out an animalistic, high pitched excited scream was Alkalb as he surged forward. It was followed with other yelps, screams and wails as the horde broke forward, moving all around the tall boy who stood still and watched. The guards screamed in fear and started haphazardly shooting the corpses. Few were knocked back by the velocity of the bullets, but they simply rose up and scampered forward again. They were already dead, they could not be killed again and they did not feel pain. They were only mere puppets doing their master's bidding.

The horde swept over the guards, the shots stopping as the guns was ripped from them and they were pinned of the floor by many hands. Someone screamed in pain, and for a moment, Remy felt himself enjoy the sound--

They were eating them. And he was enjoying their pain. Wait. No. No, no. No, no, no! This is not what he had wanted! This was not who he was!

"W-wait. Wait! Stop! Stop! Don't kill them!" Remy yelled over the sounds and few pairs of eyes immediately turned to look at him, but most of them continued what they were doing. He was losing the authority. They could sense his insecurity, which made him lose the grip of the command. The legs of guards were trashing from under the corpses leering over them, and they were screaming like tortured animals. "Stop! Stop biting them! Stop hurting them! Just keep them on the ground!" They continued. He was panicking. "STOP!"

The hall grew silent. Remy was breathing hard. He had probably never raised his voice so much, and he did not even know he could be so loud if he wanted. But the dead had stopped what they were doing, and kept pinning the guards on the floor, eyes and heads turned on the necrokinetic who shook violently and looked like he was about to cry again. He was confused. Confused and angry and scared. But not of the dead, but of himself. For the first time in his life, Remy found that he was not scared of the spirits of the corpses, but what other human beings were capable of doing to other human beings. And this very realization shook him to the core.

"Come on. Let's go." Remy simply said to the girls over his shoulder, deciding now was not the time to self-study his own feelings. He turned to the corpses, speaking to them. "Thank you. You four, keep them there as long as you can. The rest of you, follow me. I'm gonna need you all to bust us out. Keep the guards distracted, pin them down. But do not kill them."

Quickly the freckled boy walked to the exit, not wanting to look either Mall or Evie in the eyes out of fear of their judgement for what he had almost done. He just hoped the guards were okay and not too badly damaged. He decided he was better not sticking around to find out, in case of... in case of...

He opened the door wide, feeling the wind greeting him the first thing. There were men patrolling outside, and they turned around as the corpses ran out, howling like a pack of rabid wolves. Gun shots filled the air, but the guards were outnumbered. They would be busy with the corpses for a while, so this was their chance.

"Run!" He ushered the girls. He would come last, keeping his contact with the corpses as long as he could, and make sure either of them would not fall behind.


Characters interacted with:
@parkpyro - Alkalb (R.I.P.)
@WishfulNemo - Mallory
@Misaou - Evangeline "Evie" Reed
 
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Mallory; the Unfortunate​
Subject: 12121212
Power: Aciukinesis

Mood: Terrified, guilt, terror and horror
Location: The Facility; Sleeping Area – Hallways >> Fire Exit

With: Remington Carmichael, Alkalb, Evangeline Reed
Interacted: Remington Carmichael, Evangeline Reed, Alkalb
Mentioned: Iridessa Lienue, Tristan Sky

Tagged: @Wicked, @Misaou

Cold sweat made her shirt stick on her back as Mallory was still trying to escape from the hands of the guard. She wasn’t sure what she was afraid of at that moment. Whether she feared that she would cut the guard up more than she had already done, or what would happen once he got her. The guard’s face was by now unrecognisable, blood dripping down from the cuts that covered his cheek, jaw, and chin. Mallory regretted everything that had happened so far, her own weakness, her reluctance. If she only had been braver, if only she could proof herself to be more capable.

Pinching her eyes close Mall thought of how she would at least have a hand into the escape of the other three. Surely, she had almost put their mission into danger because she was too selfish to wound others, but at least she could serve in some way or another now? The brunette decided that, once this man touched her she would put an end to this fight. An end to both of them. At least in that way she would be useful, proof her own worth, and regret her existence a little less. However, the thought still hurt as she had longed to see the sky outside. She wanted to see it become night and watch the stars twinkle in the way that she had read about. She wanted to see the colour change from blue, to orange, to the vast darkness of the night, as she had been told. There had been so much Mallory wanted, but she supposed that she wasn’t so lucky in this lifetime. Just as she never had any luck in her life. It was just part of her curse.

‘In my next life I wish to be…’

Just as that thought crossed her mind she heard footsteps rushing up to her. The guard grunted a little in pain, but his voice was muffled seconds afterwards. Then there was silence and a body slumped down to the ground. The assault she had been waiting for never happened, leaving Mallory to wait in confusion.

Slowly peeking her eyes open the female was too afraid to look up, fearing that the guard was still looming over her. However, as she kept her gaze down to the ground she realised that her attacker earlier was facing the floor now, his arms lifelessly around him and blood pooling out of his wounds created by her. Did he? Mallory didn’t dare to finish the thought.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" A panicked voice asked her. A sweet and innocent voice, choked in tears as Mall wondered why it sounded so pained. Dazed she turned around to face a crying Evangeline, breathing heavily and a trembling mess. Why was she crying? Why did she look so afraid? Mallory asked all these questions to herself as she watched the ginger sob next to her, asking if she was fine. Shouldn’t she be the one asking the same question to her? Why was the little girl still here, sitting next to her?

However, worst of all, Mallory wished that she could wrap her arms around the smaller girl. The urge to cradle herself in a warm embrace stirred up within the female. She wished that she was allowed to touch the other and ask for some comfort. The aciukinesist never experienced much skinship in her twenty years of life, but she knew that she was longing for a hug right now. The inexplicable wishing for someone to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be all right. Mallory wondered why she was feeling so empty now of all times, why she longed for a mother’s embrace at this current moment.

“I’m…” she started, feeling the tears burn in her eyes. The heartbreak at the realisation that she couldn’t embrace Evie because of her own lack of control. The fact that Mall had always been physically avoided because of her own lack of discipline, because of her curse. It was as if two decennia of loneliness suddenly decided to convert itself in pain and shoot her right through her heart.

“Fine…” she finally managed to choke out, her hands wiping away the tears that had been rolling down her face for a while now. She hadn’t noticed it at first, but when the first droplets fell down from her chin Mallory suddenly felt the cool trail that her tears left. Yes, she was fine. That was no lie, she was fine, safe and still alive, unwounded. How much better does she want it to be? “Please don’t cry, Evie,” she said, her voice breaking a little as she sniffed again.

“Tha-“ just as the female was about to thank Evangeline for her help earlier, finally having calmed down a little, Remy’s voice interrupted. This time the emotion was fear, laced with desperation as the necromancer was calling out for Alkalb. Blinking a little the female turned her head to the other two, watching how Alkalb was cradled in Remy’s arms as blood seeped out of him as well.

Feeling the blood drain from her face the female quickly crawled up, stumbling over the arms of the other guard that Evie knocked out, but she didn’t pay any attention to the limb body and went straight for the two boys.

No. No! No, no, no, no!

Her heart was beating as a feeling of terror filled her. Was it the gunshot earlier? Had it hit someone when it accidentally fired off? Mall was too afraid to ask, not wanting to know that she was responsible for the life that was leaving the body of the other boy. Letting herself fall onto her knees next to the lifeless body Mall fell into another daze, her hands trembling as she didn’t dare to touch Alkalb. Was this her doing? Her fault?

Mall felt an incredible rage against herself at that moment, her eyes shifting between Alkalb and Remy who was also crying. Her fault. All her fault.

It was funny how quick emotions could change. How fast her own changed from pity, to sadness, to self-hatred.

And it wasn’t only her. When Remy laid Alkalb down and stood up, Mallory knew that something had changed within him. The look in his eyes, the way he breathed. It held something manic in them, something cracked that was so far away from the usually smiling and undisturbed friendly giant he was. The way he moved, he walked, so surely and so full of determination, but the wrong kind of determination.

“Remy…” Mallory peeped out, trying to crawl up and chase after him, but her legs gave out because of all of the stress she had been put through in the short time. Stupid legs, stupid body, stupid everything. The female bit her lips as she balled her fists, feeling so very helpless, but so very alive, but all in the wrong way.

Bam!

The sound of something blunt slamming into a wall, or a door, ringed through the air, making Mallory flinch a little. Was that Remy? Or were it guards?

Wham!

Again the sound ran through the hallways, making Mallory wonder what in the world was happening, what Remy was doing there. Whether he was fighting, whether he was all right.

A few slams later and the hallways grew silent again. This time it was an eerie silence, scaring her a slightly as she wondered what was to come next. An ominous feeling crept up onto her, her heartbeat racing up ever so slightly. Did the guards catch up and put him down? The female didn’t dare to think about it, but neither did she have the courage to get up and take a look.

Slowly, but surely sound returned again. Next to her own breath Mallory could hear the sound of a crowd heading over. Clumsily, as if constantly slamming into something, but surely and in a certain off beat.

“Remy!” Mall called out to the boy again as he reappeared, but this time armed with the army of the undead. Her eyes widened as she stared at the decaying bodies of the death, horrified at the thought that Remy was actually willing in using them for his own goal despite his own fears.

Even worse was it when Alkalb’s body rose up into the air under his command, joining the group that surrounded the necromancer. He wouldn’t, right? Remy wouldn’t do what she feared, right?

“Remy,” the female tried to call out to the other again, her voice trembling as she worried whether this was the right thing to do. No, this was definitely wrong. Remy, sweet innocent Remy, he would never forgive himself once he snapped back. Mall knew that, and she refused to have him feel that regret.

However, how? How could she help? The brunette had no idea.

Forcing herself to stand up the female quickly followed after the male who was heading over towards the exit. Approaching Freckled Jesus, Mallory tried to look for a spark of familiarity inside of Remy’s face. However, she walked into a wall of determination and wrath, one that scared her and intimidated her as she wasn’t used to this new side of the boy. ‘Don’t do this’ she wanted to say, but failed to get a sound out of her throat.

"...Give 'em hell."

Mallory froze as Remy said these words. Unable to do anything she watched the undead attack the guard, digging into their flesh like it was a feast prepared for them. A feeling of nausea overwhelmed her as she slapped her hand over her mouth, trying to hold in her lunch. This couldn’t be… This. Couldn’t. Be…

"STOP!"

Turning her eyes over to Remy again the female realised that he had finally regained himself. A look of horror over his face as he realised what he was doing, or what he had allowed to happen. The leader wondered if she should feel relieved, for this certainly would have its consequences later.

At first the corpses continued, ignoring his please, but finally after one last shout they stopped, following after the orders of the necromancer. For the first time in a long while Mallory felt disturbed with the boy’s presence near her. Surely, she was aware of his powers, however, never had she realised how powerful and morbid it was. The jokes she used to make in the past suddenly left a bad taste in her mouth.

When he told them to leave Mallory slowly got up, forgetting about her own sick feeling as she trained her eyes on the back of the male. She didn’t want to see the undead anymore with their fish eyes. She didn’t want to see what had become of the guards, too afraid that she would throw up if she did. However, she was split on whether she wanted to see Remy’s face or not. Secretly she felt grateful that the boy didn’t turn around to face them, but at the other hand she wanted to make sure that he was back for sure, that he wasn’t succumbing himself in another fit.

Arm extending towards Evie, the brunette called the girl over, signing for her to follow as she kept her eyes trained on Remy. Was he all right? Was he going to be fine? Mallory wanted to know all of this, but at the same time she was also too afraid to find out. What if Remy had broken himself? What if he had changed with no chance of return? What if he had become… dead, mentally dead like she was, or thought she was, decomposing, like these corpses were?

She didn’t want to face that reality yet. No.

Moving towards the exit Mallory tried to steady her breath by concentrating on it. It didn’t help however as she felt that she wasn’t getting in any air. Though, she had no time to think about any of that, no place to worry over it. It had all to be delayed, to wait until they were outside of the facility.

“Run!” Remy yelled at them. By now Mallory had lost the lead of her group, as it had been Remy who had been commanding and leading them around for the most part now. She didn’t care much about it, though. Everything was so overwhelming, so unknown. Mall felt terribly underprepared for her role despite all of her plans.

“Evie!” she called out to the other girl, her legs finding the strength to make a dash for it. If she couldn’t lead, then at least let her body listen. If she couldn’t die, then at least let her have her freedom, even if only for the shortest while.
 
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Her blue eyes widened as she watched the tears fall down Mall's pale cheeks. Why was she crying? Oh no! Maybe she really was hurt. If that was the case Evie needed to make her feel better. But how? “I’m…Fine," Well that didn't seem very convincing. At least not to Evie. Her forehead wrinkled with concern for Mall. It wasn't like her, this wasn't like her. At least, Evie had never seen her cry before. “Please don’t cry, Evie,” Mall said with a sniff. Tilting her head at her, Evie did as she was instructed, wiping the tears from her own eyes. She had been so concerned with making sure that Mall was okay she hadn't even noticed what was going on no too far from them. But she felt it before she saw it.

...it hurt. It was...heavy...The emotions she was getting hit with were very strong and she didn't know how to deal with it. She slowly turned to look in the direction where they were coming from. That's when she saw Remy hold Alkalb. Blood on his shirt, tears streaming down his cheeks but with a smile on his face. Alkalb looked deathly pale. Her feathers twitched as she picked up how he was scared. Evie had never experienced death. So this was a new feeling to her. It felt like the emotions Alkalb was releasing were drowning. In turn making, Evie feel like she was drowning as well.

"Listen Al, you're alright. It... It doesn't hurt anymore, does it? You're fine. You're just tired and we can rest a bit before we go on. Before w-we get out. I know the world is a pretty place, and I can't wait for you to see it. There's no walls, and... and..."

He was gone...

Evie kind of just sat there, eyes wide. Not knowing what to do exactly. She felt it the moment Alkalb's spirit left him. She never had experienced something like this before, and definitely not with someone that she had known. She didn't want to feel this again. But Remy he...he was...hurting. She needed to do something for him too. But she couldn't will herself to move. She was frozen. No tears falling down her cheeks either. It was like she was still trying to decide if this was real or not yet. Even though she really knew she would never see Alkalb again.

A white hot flash and a burning sensation enveloped her as her blue orbs widened again. It felt like she was about to be consumed by this fire. Her feathers lowered as the sparkle left Evie's eyes and they turned dull. Something was wrong. Never had she felt something like this either. Something was very wrong, her very essence was telling her she was in danger if she continued to just sit here. But she was too scared to move, what could she do? There were loud sounds in the background but Evie couldn't really make them out. Mall was calling after Remy but he didn't answer. That was till he rounded the corner with his army of the dead in tow. Her face paled as she realized where this immense feeling of anger was coming from. It was from him, from Remy.

She had known Remy for a very long time and never had she seen him like this before. Combined with the excitement from the spirits in the bodies of the dead, Evie felt like she would burst from all these emotions surrounding her. But nothing drowned out the anger coming from Remy. They were leaving and if Evie didn't follow she would be left behind. But she didn't really want to follow. It was like she was looking at a stranger because this wasn't the Remy she knew. She was worried about him, he wouldn't do anything he would regret right? But it's not like she could stop him. Not when he was like that? How? If she confronted him with the emotion he was releasing she was sure she would be swallowed up whole. That was enough for her to keep her distance. And that just pissed her off being she was being a coward when she should be checking up on how her best friend was doing.

"...Give 'em hell." Remy ordered and the army of dead attacked the remaining guards. Evie's small hand flew to her mouth as she watched them attack them. Savages, that's what they were. The screams of the guards rang loudly in her ears. Evie wanted to look away but her eyes were glued to the dead devouring them. Why? Why was Remy letting this happen? This wasn't right. This wasn't-- "STOP!" He yelled. Her eyes snapped over to Remy. And suddenly it was silent except for the soft whimpering coming from the guards. Had he finally come to his senses? On top of the anger, she felt his guilt. Her heart sunk to her stomach with how much he was feeling. “Run!” he shouted at the girls.

The door was open. And the first thing Evie noted was that it was cold beyond reason. The wind rushed to her blowing her hair around making her tear up and gasp for breath like she had been punched in the stomach or something. But they were free. She needed to move they were supposed to be running. So that's what she did, she forced herself to move because if she didn't surely she would be left behind. It was blindingly white outside. Running she slipped on her sweater pushing herself to run to her end destination. Years she had been trapped in this facility and now she was free. Now she was outside, able to breathe the fresh air. She was a mess of emotions not really knowing just what to feel.

The tree, the rendezvous point was in view and that was all that Evie could see in sight. She was excited and scared and overwhelmed with everything that had happened up to this point. Suddenly she felt herself restricted, yanked back by something. Then she was hit, hard in her right temple. The world was now dizzy while she could barely stand on her own. She was confused and she didn't know what was happening. There was a ringing in her ear as well too. She heard a low voice on she didn't recognize. She looked up trying to focus when she recognized that she had been caught by a guard. She started to panic struggling against him screaming as well. Suddenly she was hit again in her temple and she started seeing white spots in her vision. She couldn't focus now and she went a little limp in the guard's hands. Is this how it ended? She was going to be captured right when she thought she was free? Forced to stay back in the facility to endure testing all over again? If there was a god, why was he so cruel? Why did he allow innocent people to die or be captured or forced to stay in this hell hole and deal with this torture?

OOC: Assume that the guard that is abusing Evie is yelling at Remy and Mall to stop running because he has captured Evie. Basically threatening them with her. Hostage situation.

Characters Mentioned:

@WishfulNemo - Mallory
@Wicked - Remington Carmichael
 
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Cruciakinesis || Synesthesia || 6441325 || Facility → Oak Tree
Mood: Stressed → Tired → Weary →Hopeful
Interaction: Donnovan Davenport - @Shattered♦Secrets™ || Rook Malic - @Tyrannosaurus Rekt
Mention: Harley Smith - @Brea || Remington Carmichael - Wicked || Evangeline Reed - @Misaou || Mallory - @WishfulNemo
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"Need a hand?" Iris jumped, not expect to see Donovan standing next to her, and just like that one of the guards were used as a wrecking ball. A sigh of relief left the Cruciakinetic the moment she was free to release her power and quickly followed after the blonde, hoping Harley was okay. Her muscles were tense as she threw herself into a run, the bitter cold nipping at her exposed legs and the taste of pain fresh on on her tongue. She couldn't acknowledge it. Not then. But it grew harder to ignore when it renewed with a seething vengeance. Her stomach churned, but her nausea was quickly forgotten when she got a good look at the source of the pain. Rook looked like a bloody mess! Literally. His face was caked in the stuff but she couldn't be sure if all of it was his, and his arm wasn't it great shape. She bluntly ignored his fists.

"S-she's fine," Iris squeaked, adrenaline wearing off and leaving her at the brink of hysterics. "But y-y-you look t-terrible! What h-happened?" Did the guards catch up to them despite her and Harley's best efforts? Donovan looked alright for the most part, but with his power he didn't require him to get up close and personal with his opponents. She frowned and looked the brawler over. She didn't have the energy to do anything about his pain, and even if she could it wasn't like she could stop to tend to him. That wound on his arm definitely needed to be looked at.

Donovan's mantra continued, and perhaps aided in driving them forward. Iris knew it motivated her at least. The oak tree meant freedom; succeeding in something others failed to do. But then she remembered what they had to do to escape, the taste of pain she dutifully ignored in favor of concentrating on protecting her team, inflicting pain on others for her own selfish gain, and it stoked her nausea once more. Screams of guards who were just doing their jobs echoed in her ears and for a moment the world tilted. The oak tree was located on the hill, but she barely made it to the slope before fell to her knees and emptied her stomach contents into a group of bushes. She trembled lightly with the action, her peach colored skin fading to pale. She was out of breath from the run, too scared to slow for anything, and her throat feeling dry but putting anything in her stomach that moment wasn't a welcomed thought.

Iris wiped at her mouth as she sat up, teary eyes scanning the area for any one else. It was part of the plan to come from different directions, but surely she could see someone. Anyone. Her heart rate didn't slow when she realized they were the first ones to make it to the oak tree, but they were the closest to their area, so it may take the other groups longer to arrive. They would all be there for sure, Mall with her typical apathetic look on her face, and the cinnamon roll duo right behind her with Alkalb at their heels. They would happy to be finally free. Mal especially as she got to see the sky. They would watch the sunset and she would witnes the Sky change right in front of her eyes. Iris hiccuped and up till then she hadn't noticed the silent tears escaping her eyes. She sniffed and whipped them away with the sleeve of her jacket.

They all would be free.​
 
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Leader; Lennox "Blue" O'Harrow (@Rogue)
Scout; Nikolett van der Mint (@Prince Shattered Charming)
Medic; Akiva Sanders (@Cybermoon)
Back up; Tehuri Blacmore (@DarkiusHeavenstein)
Location; Lunchroom --> Breeding Wing --> Oak Tree
Mentioned; Nikolett, Akiva, Blue, Tehuri, Iris @Noctis the Devious, Jezebel @Cybermoon

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Akiva quickly ate his meal as he listened to Blue's voice as they conversed and he listened to the reason why he was late for lunch. Akiva felt some small bit of pride that Blue only talked to him and ignored Tehuri but kept his face neutral as he listened. Blue didn't react to her in the slightest way. He didn't react to anything that was going on, while other groups made themselves ready for their escape. Emerald eyes watched how the lunchroom slowly emptied itself out. They would have to get on a move. After eating, he excused himself and took his stuff to be disposed of in the waist bin and quickly returned. He continued to talk with Blue until the bell sounded. He recieved a kiss on the cheek from Jezebel, which he quickly returned to her in a brotherly manner and waited for Blue to get rid of his lunch stuff and return to the table. Tehuri bit her lip, if Blue wasn't gonna lead them... she would have to as their back up. She was ready to be pushed in any of the places necessary for their escape. So now she would have to step up the game as she pushed herself off from the table.

"Well than, time to get moving..." Tehuri said as she pushed herself completely away from the table. She pulled her long black hair into a high ponytail that fell to the small of her back. She smiled almost excitedly, as her fingers darted to her legs. They curled around to of her throwing daggers, getting them ready for when they would be needed. It wasn't uncommon for her to play with them while walking through the hallways, so the guards would not be alerted by that. She gave a nod towards Akiva and Lennox to follow behind as she moved towards the Breeding Wing. It still gave an odd feeling to wander here again, but she pushed that away. There was no time for those kind of troubles and drama right now. She had to focus. This would be her moment to shine and if her job went bad, they would be one step behind on everything. Akiva had left a little after her with Blue in tow. He made sure that he stuck close to his friend and kept him from lashing out or doing anything stupid to jeopardize the mission at hand.

Tehuri's heart raced slightly, adrenaline rising. Yes, she was ready for this. Finally some action, real actions, in this facility. "273513, you are not on the current breeding list, so why are you here?" She turned her head towards the doctor, though her focussed stayed on the guards at the fire exit. Only three of them... Then again the breeding wing was usually an off powers area. "Doctor Himmel..." Her voice had a seducive tone to it as she watched the male come closer. ".. I was wondering if... you and I... maybe could... do some breeding?" She stalked over to the male, her hips swaying as she kept her daggers hidden behind her. Akiva saw the daggers in her hand, but gagged anyway at her harlot display at the doctor and covered Blue's eyes at the sight. His red eyes glared at Tehuri from behind his lashes and a sneer was set into place. God how he despised her.

The blackhaired woman didn't let herself be distracted by the, quite childish, behaviour of Akiva. The young doctor seemed to be confused, yet enthralled caught in her movement. "I... that... the rules" He stumbled if he took a step back. However Tehuri wasn't gonna let her prey get away that easily. "Rules... Rules... Who cares about rules, when you can have freedom!" The doctor looked at her wide eyes for a moment as she suddenly jumped forward. Her daggers flying through the air with perfect aim, towards the guards closest to the exit. Her enhanced hearing picking up the sound of one of the guards gasping for air as the dagger was stuck in his throat. The other guard screaming as the blade hit him in the shoulder, right underneath his collarbone. The gun in his hands completely forgotten as he paniced.

"Akiva, please distract him" Tehuri asked, without looking back when the third guard started moving. Akiva quickly pulled his hands away from his crush and ran at the guard, hardening the bones within his hand and connected it to the mans face, effectively breaking his jaw and knocking him out. The third guard was smart enough to bring up his gun as he was, thanks to her powers, deaf for what was happening behind him. "I am sorry, doc" She said as she had reached the confused doctor. Her free hand gripping his shoulder, adding pressure to certain point there. He gasped a little, not understanding anything that was going on before he sunk to the floor.He ran back to the other two just as Teruhi knocked out the doctor.

Tehuri wanted to check how things were going for Akiva as she had heard bones shatter and a body slipping to the ground. However her attention was caught by the soft sound of someone moving and her focus flicked to the guard that had pulled out the blade from his shoulder. Blood was flooding out, but he was stil aiming his gun. "Hmm, stubborn" She muttered as she ran forward. "Though it will be pretty hard to aim without sight!" The black haired girl didn't stop as the male seemed confused in his sudden loss of vision. Her metal covered fist, curtisy of Blue, harshly connecting with the face of the guard. She could feel the bones crack as she grabbed his shoulder, thumb pushing into the wound there to make him scream and distract the other guard as Tehuri could currently only focus on one set of senses. Rapidly she grabbed the gun from the fallen guard as she let go. Close range, she couldn't possible miss and she send two darts into the male that was squirming in blood and pain.

"Akiva, Blue, you ready?!" She screamed, hoping that no one else would hear their fight. Akiva nodded and ran out, grabbing hold of Blue's hand in the process just to make sure that he didn't fall behind. Why could so only focus on one pair of senses? Normally she had no problem with influencing multiple people. Still she pushed open the fire exit, not even looking for what would be outside if she stumbled through the opening. This was it, they were finally leaving this hell hole. Akiva just hoped that his beloved Jezebel would make it out alright. He ran alongside Blue, trying not to blush at the fact he was holding his and as they ran and concentrated on making it to the meeting point. The cold air nipped at his face but he pushed past it. "Forest will give cover!" She indicated as she started running to the trees, trying to ignore the fact that Akiva was holding hands with Blue. Stumbling slightly over the uneven ground, but not falling down as she listened to the sounds behind her, but was met with eerie silence.... even with her enhanced senses.

It all didn't matter anymore as the oak tree came into sight. "Come on! We are almost there!" She screamed over her shoulder. She was feeling slightly faint, but ignored it as she kept her eyes pinned on their point of interest. She could regonize the carrot hair of Iris, meaning that Donovan had probably also arrived. Well that would be- Just like that her foot got caught into something as she crashed forward. "Ah!" A yelp coming from her throat as she gripped forward to anything for support.​
 
[ ooc: TRIGGER WARNINGS: Gore. Dead people doing dead things again, but way worse than in the previous post. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. You have been warned. ]

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[ The Facility; Fire Exit » The Yard Outside the Facility » Outskirts of the Forest, Within Sight of the Oak Tree ]
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And they ran like all the hell's demons were on their tail.

The girls sprinted ahead and Remy right after them, dodging the screaming corpses that were staggering around to wreak havoc, avoiding wild shots of tranquilizing darts and bullets by sheer luck. Thankfully, none of them were aimed at them, as three escaping teenagers were the least of the guards concerns at the given moment; his command over the dead was wearing off, and it was only a matter of time until they would realize it and go for their vengeful way, and maybe try to eat these ones too like they had tried to eat the two guards prior. There was only so much power the young necrokinetic with a far too gentle heart could hold over a bunch of angry spirits shoved in physical rotten bodies and unsated hunger for revenge. And oh, were they angry. These were all the people who had been locked up here for years; the muffled screams and cries of human subjects; pain, anger and sadness hopelessly bottled up with no promise of a better tomorrow or tomorrow at all; miserable in life and more miserable in death. And now breaking free and out of control.

So he ran. Remy did not want to think about what would come of the guards once the dead would realize his words would not hold their wills under command -- he barely did right now. He could feel the power of providing the spirits with vessels eating him already, the energy fading and tiring him. His only hope was to run as far as he could and then let go of the reins, and release the spirits from the vessels, and then hope that by then he and the girls would be far enough that nobody could follow or shoot them. It was a half baked plan, and Remy had a hunch that like nothing else in his life, this one would not go accordingly to it either.

Keeping up so many dead was making his limbs feel heavy, like he would have been already running a lap before this and the only thing that made him keep running now was pure willpower. It was hard to concentrate when fatigue was hitting him so hard, and making it an effort to make sure he would not fall flat on his face in the snow by stumbling on his own too long feet. It was hard to pay attention to all the details that were going on around himself, but Remy noted that they had left the massive group fight behind them and were now drawing close the border of the forest and the Great Oak. But like he had predicted, something, somehow, somewhere went horribly wrong.

It was a shrill scream of a girl that stopped him on his tracks.

"Evie!" Her name left him in a panicked gasp when Remy turned around to see a guard looming over the tiny girl, struggling weakly to be freed against the bigger guard who was built on strength unlike her. There was blood seeping from her hairline, which indicated that she was badly hurt after getting struck in the head with something; most probably with the butt of the gun the guard was holding. Remy's innards felt like they froze over like the open world covered in frost around them, as if the winter was seeping into his soul too.

"No, please don't-- Don't hurt her!" Remy screamed in desperation, louder than he had done back at the facility to the corpses, at the guard as he stumbled forward with an outstretched hand, but in vain. The butt of the gun came into another sharp contact with Evie's head with a sickening 'thunk' and Remy let out a sound from his throat that was half a cry and half whimper as she grew limp in the guard's grasp like a rag doll and stopped struggling.

"Stop where you're at or I'll use this gun for more than hitting!" The guard barked the order, forcing the tall boy to halt several feet away from the two in fear that the man would take himself up for the threat and actually shoot her. That gun did not look like a tranquilizer. It looked like something that was meant to put them out of their misery. And the barrel of it was pointed right at Evie's head as if to empathize a point.

The guard proceeded to bark orders at him and Mallory, but Remy was far too gone in fear and worry and fatigue to quite catch what the guard was saying. There was ringing in his ears, and all he could do was to stare at Evie and the blood painting her face. There was so much blood. Like Alkalb. So, so much blood. And she was not moving. Like Alkalb.

Like Alkalb.

Remy was shaking violently, his breath short and shallow, his hand coming to cover his mouth to stuff back the sobs that were trying to climb out of his throat. Stomp it down. Lock it up. Like the misery he had been feeling for years and hidden with smiles and the pretense that he was more put together than many others, he needed to keep it together right now too. For Evie's sake. For Mallory's sake. For Rook's sake. For Iris, for Harley, for anyone he had ever known and considered as a friend. Alkalb might have been dead, but there were others that were still alive. And he did not think he could bare to lose anyone else on the same day. And definitely not Evie.

So he focused on breathing and summoning his remaining strength while the guard was yelling at them to get on their knees and hands up where he could see them, or else. Remy did as he was told, but he never looked away from Evie, not even once. She was almost completely out of it, her eyes lolling in her head, but as he had calmed down, he realized she was alive. Hurt, but alive. But the guard's smug smile was indicating that it might not be the case for long. Remy knew what must be done. Stomp it down. Lock it up.

The sobs that had been strangling his throat were gone. The shallow fast breaths had turned into deep and slow, focused and ready. His shoulders were stiff with stress, but angle of them were also stiff with purpose. He could not fall apart, not now when Evie needed him to be her strength. She had been his strength for all these years, and now it was his turn to return the favor. If this was what needed to be done for her sake, he would do it. This was a choice, and Remy had made it. And if it came down to it, he would choose her hundred times over and over again. He would do the same thing again. Stomp it down. Lock it up.

Inside his mind, he called out. Not a muscle on his face was flinching while he did; nothing was giving it away that he was doing anything out of the ordinary. He just hoped that his call was being heard fast enough and as many as possible and that he had not lost the contact yet. Because if the dead wanted revenge, who was he to deny them from it? It was Evie, him and Mallory or the guard. It was them or him. Stomp it down. Lock it up.

The guard dropped Evie when it was obvious she could not put up a fight in the dazed state she was in, and thus not a threat, her little body falling heavily on the ground and the blood from her face spilling blooming crimson flowers all over the snow. He cocked the gun, the safety off, the barrel now pointed at Remy's chest and a pleased smirk on his face as he approached. And Remy knew this one; he was one of the most sadistic guards around that had been torturing few of the subjects before and even killed couple by "accident" and had several angry tormented spirits haunting him in the halls without his knowledge; Jeff Samson. Either he was going to shoot them for sport and then tell to the facility that he had not had a choice, or he was going to rough them up a bit and then drag them back to get them locked up for good. Either way, he needed to buy them time. Remy turned to look at Mallory, his expression unreadable and calm, but the brown eyes betraying him that in fact, he was scared and ready to fall apart, but the only thing that kept him together was willpower and the will to fight for his freedom and for his friends. Whatever Mallory had in mind, Remy shook his head a bit, as if to wordlessly to tell her to hold herself back. He had it under control... maybe.

"Son of a bitch, who told you could look away!" The guard, Samson, barked and smacked the butt of the gun in Remy's face when he turned to look at him again; the force sent him stumbling backwards where he was kneeled over. His nose hurt, but not enough for it to be broken he assumed because at least nothing had sounded like it had cracked or popped; but blood spilled from his nostrils, down his lips and chin and on the ground. Remy tried to get up to wipe it on the back of his hand, but the guard clicked his tongue and told him to put the hand down. Carefully and slowly, Remy yet again did as he was told. But only to get his hand stomped on by the boot of the guard, who laughed at the agonized howl that left the brown haired boy.

"Well now, you aren't even half as scary as the folks at the labs make you ought to sound like," Samson observed with a sneer, lifting Remy's face up with the barrel of the gun, wanting to enjoy the pained expression, "You're just an overgrown sissy who's afraid to sleep alone and jumps at the slightest of things. Isn't that right, Remington?"

"...call me that."
"What was that, punk?"
"Don't call me that."

Another hard impact with the butt of the gun in the face. This time it scraped his cheek badly enough to tear off a hint of skin. The color of the pain was white behind Remy's eyes, and he was sure his face would be a bruised mess the next day.

"Tut-tut, Remington. It's not like you're in any position to give out orders. You and your friends just shut the fuck up and play nice, and there doesn't have to be... casualties. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir."

Stomp it down. Lock it up.

"But you forget something important." Remy said, his voice heavy with the blood in his nose and throat. But it was calm, it was steady, and devoid of emotion.

"And what would that be?" Samson frowned and forcefully poked the barrel of the gun at his shoulder, nudging the boy. The snow was cold and wetting the tan jeans from his knees. He looked up, the look in his eyes purposeful and accepting of what was to come, and the look in those brown eyes was surprisingly powerful. It made Samson the Guard physically shrink away a little bit, and then catch himself, and his lips curled up to a snarl. "Tell me right now freckles, or I'll fuck up your friend over there next!"

"You're right, I'm in no position to give any orders to you." Remy hurried to admit, calming down the guard who immediately felt like he was in control again which gave him satisfaction. While Samson was busy feeling relieved, Remy glanced past him quickly, before returning to look at him again. "Not to you or anyone else."

"That's right, so shut your whore mouth and--"
"Not to the living. But I can give them to the dead."

And as Samson's expression turned from confused to realization within the next second or so, Remy had bounced at him before he could react and pushed; not to get down to wrestle him for the gun, because he was far too exhausted and hurt for that, but to push him away from himself and the girls. Right into the waiting arms of...

The horde of the mangled dead who had now caught up to them, battered from the fight, but still moving about. Samson let out a infuriated howl that had a mixture of fear in it, the gun shooting couple of rounds of panicked bullets that were aimed uselessly to the sky. After that, the gun was stripped from his hands and thrown away as the horde of the eagerly screaming and moaning corpses that restrained the man and pulled him under. This time however, Remy did not have the energy or will to stop them. So he just sat there and watched. He figured that if he was going to do this, he would owe Samson at least that much, and he would owe the spirits their revenge for all their help. He knew for a fact that there were several Creeps stuffed in those corpses that were previous victims for Samson's sadistic games, and they were eager to finally return the favor.

So Remy watched. He watched as they pulled him down on the snow, kicking and screaming. He watched as they pulled his arms and legs, cracking bones and dislocating joints. He watched as they sank their teeth into his flesh and tore the skin with their dull canines. He watched and listened while Samson's infuriated screams turned into animalistic howls of pain and torture. The pain and torture of someone being eaten alive, piece by piece. And he watched as the snow under Samson and the horde was painted red like roses and tulips. And he watched and listened the several minutes, until the flailing limbs stopped moving and the screams of the sadistic guard died out and Samson was no more. But the corpses kept eating, not even realizing their victim had already moved on.

Once Samson was dead, Remy turned around where he was sitting and dry heaved and gagged, barely managing to keep his earlier lunch in. And then, collecting himself as if nothing had happened, as if he would have not just killed a man, Remy stood up and wiped his bloodied nose. His back was to the scene, the excited corpses enjoying their feast behind him, and he took few calming breaths before he walked to Evie. Carefully, he picked her up into his arms and cradled her small frame to his chest. He was not sure if she was conscious enough or not, but he whispered to her anyway as he walked away carrying her and burrowing her face in his chest. "...Please, don't look."

"Let's go, Mall. Others are waiting." He spoke clearer to the other girl, not looking her in the eyes or anywhere at her direction. He was only looking towards the Oak, like it was a beacon. He sounded tired, older than nineteen. And the only way Remy felt like he could keep himself together was to ignore his emotions for now. They needed to get to the tree now before anything else came up and fucked them over. Ignore the fear, ignore the sadness, ignore the guilt for taking a life. Ignore he whispering subconscious that was chanting the word "murderer" over and over.

Stomp it down. Lock it up.


Characters interacted with:
@Misaou - Evangeline "Evie" Reed
@WishfulNemo - Mallory
NPC - Jeff Samson the Sadistic Guard


Characters mentioned:
@Tyrannosaurus Rekt - Rook Malik
@Noctis the Devious - Iridessa Lienue
@Brea - Harley Smith
 
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[OOC: I only own my character. I am sorry for the OOC of both Tristan and Mathias.]
ATOF Group 5
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Jezebel ~ Back up -- Cybermoon
Mathias ~ Leader -- Doomy
Tristan ~ Medic -- Shattered
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To say things were a bit of a struggle would be an understatement. The Fight Box fire escape held three guards and the only one who could possibly take them all down would have been Mathias. Jezebel watched from behind her crush to see if he would do anything until the small prophet stepped up to try his hand at 'persuading these men to see the light of God'. Jezebel nearly wanted to smack him for his idiocy at such an attempt.
You will let us pass!” Tristan states to the guards, walking up to them in an attempt to go through the door.
Get back Subject #2220007.” One of the guard’s state, holding up a tazer to the delusional strawberry blonde boy.
You use the name God himself has given my!” Tristan ordered the guard that spoke to him, feeling as though his number was a terrible brand that was placed upon his skin. “We are God’s chosen children are we are sent to deliver his message to the world outside.
You will listen to me Subject #2220007! I will not warn you again!” The guard yelled, powering up his tazer to stun.
That is the Devil’s name!” Tristan yelled to the guard, only to get tazed before the pale male and the usually mousey girl. Mathias was shocked but quickly regained his composer and sent his shadows towards the guards, knocking one out but the other two were armed with UV lights that were a good temporary weapon against him.
Mathias quickly summoned up more tendrils of shadows that were used to attack the guards who still used the flashlights against them. Mathias had to quickly push Jezebel towards the door, since he was able to move the guards away from the door and kept his back to her as a form of protection. Jezebel was so afraid but kept close to her friend and crush as close as she could without tripping him and got between him and the door.
Jez, you need to get out of here. I will follow after you.” Mathias’ voice met her ears and she could only look up at him with wide and fearful green eyes. He looked back at her with black eyes looking into her own eyes. With a nod, Jezebel quickly messed with the door knob for a bit before it finally gave way and opened up to the chilly air. She was about to turn back to her companion when she felt his hand on her back and he pushed her out.
Mathias!” She yelled when his shadows quickly shut the door behind her, locking himself and the knocked out Tristan inside. She pounded at the door, trying to get it open but to no avail. After thirty minutes of pounding on the door, Jezebel felt that there was no hope, and that she would be the only one of her team to get out of the Facility. Sniffling and trying to hold back her tears, the young animal girl quickly headed to the meeting point, hoping and praying that the others would be there and that she wouldn’t wind up alone in this unfamiliar world.
 
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Mallory; the Unfortunate​
Subject: 12121212
Power: Aciukinesis

Mood: Anxious, indecisive & afraid
Location: The Facility; Fire Exit >> Outskirts of the forest, near the oak tree.

With: Remington Carmichael, Evangeline Reed
Interacted: Remington Carmichael, Evangeline Reed,
Mentioned: Iridessa Linue
Tagged: @Wicked, @Misaou

The first thing Mallory noticed when she stepped outside was the cold sensation. The crispy air that hit her, making her skin jump up in goose bumps and turning her breath into small clouds. The female had never experienced this, shivering because of the cold.

The ground was white, like the ceilings and walls were inside of the facility, but fluffy and crisped under her feet. Mall wondered if that was what they called snow, if that was the frozen water that fell down from the sky. The brunette was new to everything that she encountered outside, trying to give all of her observation a place inside of her mind. She never knew that the air could be so uncomfortable. However, now with the cold biting into her skin Mallory hoped that it would grow warmer soon. These were called seasons, right?

Looking up to the sky the female finally took a glimpse of the one thing she had longed for the most. However, what she saw wasn’t what she had expected. The sky was grey with white dots in them, clouds she knew from the books she had read. They were the ones responsible for whatever came down to the ground. It was disappointing as it wasn’t what she had imagined it to be. Mall had heard of bold colours, bright blue, deep red, orange, dark blue with twinkling stars in them. She had heard of an amazing sight, not the misery and depression that coloured her life.

She continued to run, watching the oak tree coming closer in sight. She noticed that the first figures were already standing there, waiting for them. “Almost there!” she yelled, turning her head to see how the rest of her team was holding up.

Just then she saw Evie getting caught by a guard. Abruptly she stopped in her tracks, spinning around as she prepared herself to charge forward. She had to, she needed to, Evie was in danger! However the guard was quicker in his actions as he barked for the other two to get down to the ground. Breathing in sharply the female lowered herself to the ground, following the instructions given. It was frustrating, but she didn’t want any more casualties to happen. Losing one member was already bad enough

Meeting Remy’s eyes for a second Mallory sucked in a breath. He looked rugged, but determined. Mall wondered what was going on inside of the boy’s mind, what he was thinking of. If he was all right after Alkalb’s death and the assault on the guards earlier. The words; ‘give them hell’ still rang inside of her mind, making her cringe at the sudden switch the necromancer had to make throughout this mission.

She was about to jump up to attack the guard when he started to stomp into Remy. How dared he? How could he? A hot spurge of anger sprang inside of her, but she kept herself down because of the look the necromancer gave her. It told her to back off, not to interfere and not to do anything unnecessary. However, was standing by not worse than all of the aforementioned? Digging her nails into the ground Mallory tried to compose herself, her head racking up the ideas of how she could be of help.

"Not to the living. But I can give them to the dead."

The ominous words that Remy spoke shook Mall to the very core of her being. Would he? Could he? Looking up she immediately regretted the decision as she watched the undead tear apart the guard who had been abusing Remy earlier. Again. It had happened again.

No! the word was stuck inside of her throat, but her mind was screaming it, silently, violently, as she stood there nailed to the ground as she watched the body being devoured. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. This wasn’t what they wanted. What they had agreed on.

"Let's go, Mall. Others are waiting."

Remy sounded again. Mall realised that she had been staring at the remains of the guard for a while now. That she had frozen herself up for the whole time after the last command of Remy. Everything had happened so fast. Gulping a little she turned around, seeing Evie’s hair peeking out from over Remy’s shoulder. At least she was safe. At least Evie was still with them. The brunette hoped that the wound the guard inflicted on her was nothing too serious.

Slowly she rose up from her spot, stumbling to the rest of her team in a daze. What was she to do now? What was now expected from her as the leader? Mallory wondered all of that, the feeling of uncertainty, incompetence and fear growing stronger.

“Let her go,” Mall suddenly called out to Remy.

No. She had to stop herself. However the uneasy feeling inside of her chest wouldn’t stop growing. The words kept on rising up from her chest, pouring out of her mouth.

“Let her go, you…” she gulped a little, looking for the right word. Usually she would have opted for an insult, right? Made sure that it was clear that he was an idiot, a fool, for sacrificing himself like that. To make sure that she was giving them, him, a good scolding for being stupid. Or would she go for Freckled Jesus? Would she make a joke out of it, but pretend that she was being completely serious?

No. They all failed to fit in. Mallory’s mind was screaming, telling her that none of her usual answers were right. However, it also told her that none of the answers that were rising up from her gut were right either. Nothing was right, the brunette should stop before she destroyed everything.

“Let Evie go, you…” she gasped again, feeling nauseous as she thought of the corpses back in the facility. She thought how it was this giant who had ordered this. The last person she had expected this from. How his voice coldly commanded the corpses to reap and sow more death.

“You monster…”

It came out as a whisper, but she surprised herself with her choice of words. Was this what she really thought of him? How she truly felt? Her voice wasn't aggressive, neither angry, disappointed, nor sad, or even accusing. Just a whisper, the breath of someone who grew fed up with everything and felt too tired to go on. The voice of someone whose body still moved, but their soul escaped. How Mallory longed for the end by now.

“Don’t touch her, just let her go. I will get Iris, or someone –anyone, to carry her to the oak. Just. Let her go, please,” Mallory continued, avoiding eye contact with the boy. She didn’t know that the other did the same, but she appreciated that he wasn’t actively trying to look for it either. She didn’t want to see the boy now. She didn’t want to know how beaten up he was, or how much he had changed. Or how her words affected him. All she wanted was to keep her group safe, to bring them to safety. All she really wanted was that her friends didn’t have to take this shitload of baggage with them.

“Please.” The plea was almost desperate as she bit on her lower lip when saying that. The feeling of unease was still there inside of her, not planning to quench itself anytime soon.
 
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He could feel the guilt eating himself from the inside out. Festering in his chest like a ball of acid and lead and ice mixed together; burning, heavy and chilling. The only way Remy decided he could avoid falling apart from the seams was to ignore it. Shut it down, gather everything up and push it into a mental strongbox, stomp it down and lock it up. And then throw the key away. He needed to get them to safety first, together with Evie and Mall, before he could allow himself the luxury of breaking down.

Remy could hear Mallory stumbling after him. She had been quiet, most probably silenced by the shock of having to witness what had happened. All Remy could do was to hope that she would understand that it had been a choice made out of necessity. It was them or the guard. And Remy would always, forever choose them. But now... Now he felt out of place. Like he had lost something today, a part of himself, but not sure exactly what the part was that he had lost. Something was gone, died along with the guard and been left to rot on the bloodied snow with the remnants of a man once known by the name of Jeff Samson. At least he would never hurt anyone ever again. Remy had made sure of that.

"Let her go."

Mallory's voice suddenly called out, snapping Remy out of the daze he had fallen into. It was like he had fallen into autopilot, feet falling ahead of another subconsciously as they had been making their way towards the rendezvous point. But when Mall spoke up, Remy stopped, slowly turning around to face her.

"Let her go, you…"

Behind her, he could see the red spot on the snow and corpses still feeding on Samson. As he glanced up, he could see crows gathering around, circling in the sky, lured by the scent of blood and rotting flesh. Much like the vultures he had read about, but this was no desert or savanna.

"Let Evie go, you…"

Remy squeezed Evie gently against his chest, feeling like whatever Mallory was battling against to say or not to say, gasping and gulping, unsure and lost, was not going to be consoling. He hoped that Mallory would have understood. He hoped she could have seen it the way he saw it, stood in his shoes and known she would have done the same for them. But his intuition told him otherwise. Whatever she was going to say would either make him or break him.

"You monster…"

Ah. There it was.

Remy looked down at the unconscious girl in his arms, his eyes glistening and swallowing down a choking feeling in his throat. He had expected that. Deep down, he had known all along what she was going to say. But it still hurt. And man, it hurt a lot coming from her. Remy hoped there was something he could say to fix all of this, some kind of magical word that could make everything better, but he knew an apology could never mend what he had done. He had killed a man, taken the choice and watched it until the end. And he would do it all over again without hesitation. Mallory was right. He was a monster. Whatever they had wanted to escape from, it had made Remy take a step towards the same direction he had been running away from all these years. He was no better than the staff of the Facility. They had finally succeeded in what they had wanted to make him into, and Remy had lost the hold onto whatever had made him Remy.

"Don’t touch her, just let her go. I will get Iris, or someone –anyone, to carry her to the oak. Just. Let her go, please," She went on, not even wanting to look at him, biting her lip and breathing one last desperate "please" before falling silent.

Remy took one big, wavering breath and blinked back the tears that were about to spill over. Mallory didn't even want to look at him. She didn't want him to even touch Evie, as what he had become for their sake disgusted her so much that it was like she was afraid that whatever corruption he had would spread on Evie like a disease if she were in contact with him for too long. But so be it. Maybe she was right, because the darkness that welled inside his chest like sticky tar surely felt like it could consume him alive and ruin everything it touched. Remy didn't say anything; he didn't argue, didn't fight, didn't deny. All he did was just walk to the nearest tree and set Evie carefully down next to it, letting her back lean on it. Then he righted himself up again, took few steps back and wrung his fingers in heavy, aggravating silence. And before he spoke, he glanced at Mallory, looking scared and lost. The freckled boy swallowed, and choked out.

"Whatever it's worth... I'm sorry." What exactly Remy was sorry for, he was not sure. That she had to see it? That he had saved Evie and all of them? That the Remy she had known for years was still locked up there in the Facility and never left, and that they were travelling with a stranger instead? Maybe it was all of that and more. But it didn't matter. "Just don't tell Evie. I beg you, Mall, don't tell her."

Because if she ever found out, she would just blame herself for everything, Remy was sure. It would just be better if she never knew, never found out, maybe not everything would be completely in tatters. It was wishful thinking, to be able to hold onto something so silly and think about the possibility of ever going back to how things were between all of them. It was silly, and Remy knew it, because he could recognize the change within himself under all the guilt and fear and shame. He could feel the silent voice that kept telling him he had done the right thing out of necessity, arguing against all the loud voices that blamed him, whispering in his consciousness things that Remy wasn't sure he was ready to face yet so he silenced it. For now.

One last lingering glance at Mallory and Evie, then at the crows in the distance and the corpses feasting, and Remy exhaled. Lifting his hands and pointing at the moving corpses, he focused his mind and released them. One by one, each of the corpses fell down on the crowd, immobile again, the spirits released from the vessels. Remy staggered backwards, hit with the wave of fatigue again once he realized how much weight was just lifted off him now that he wasn't controlling the dead. He then turned around and started walking towards the Oak Tree, alone, not daring to spare another glance at Mallory and Evie again. He didn't want to see the rejection, fear and hurt in Mallory's eyes, like he would have betrayed her somehow. He could not bear it, for the fear it would break him.

Once he finally reached the Oak Tree where several others had already gathered, Remy didn't look anyone in the eye. He was bloodied and rugged, his clothes dirtied and torn, face taken an ashen color, eyes looking almost sunken. It was like the boy would have aged years in the matter of minutes. And even if he was alright with just few scratches and bruises and one bloodied nose, he was everything else but okay from the inside. The way he must have appeared to the others was pretty much how Remy felt; bruised, bloodied and broken.

"Can someone go help Mallory with Evie? She's unconscious... she doesn't let me carry her." Remy said, his voice surprisingly calm and even for his own ears, almost flat even. He passed others and circled the tree, not explaining any further, wrapped his arms around his rib cage like he was trying to hold himself together. Then he leaned his back against the tree, slid down and stared off into the distance, feeling... nothing. Just numb. It was better than feeling all the raging feelings just now, he guessed. He still felt pretty shaken, but other than that, just numb. This is probably how shock and denial felt like. Maybe if he pretended like it never happened, it never did. Maybe if...

But the luxury of feeling nothing didn't last long, before it all came back in one crashing wave. The strongbox was opened like a Pandora's box, and there was no stomping it down and locking it up anymore. Remy grit his teeth together and tried to swallow the choking feeling in his throat down, but it just wouldn't go away. His arms around his torso tightened their grip, trying to desperately hold himself together, but in vain. This was it. He was breaking apart from the seams, and they were safe for now. He could allow himself the luxury of breaking down for a bit before they would have to carry on and put himself back together.

The boy leaned his face on his knees and cried quietly.


Characters interacted with:
@WishfulNemo - Mallory
@Misaou - Evangeline "Evie" Reed
 
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Leader; Fay
Scout; Minagase X

Medic; Ralyn Cremont @DarkiusHeavenstein
Back up; Molly @DoomyCakez
Location; Lunchroom --> Trainingroom --> Oak Tree
Mentioned; Matthias @DoomyCakez
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Ralyn frowned as he turned around the corner, his eyes trained on the ground that was decorated with blood drips. His gaze slowly moved up and calmly took in the sight around him. He failed to show any sign of reaction. There was no disgust, no awe, not even shock on his face as he looked at the lifeless bodies. Not that there were many, but most of them seemed to miss one or two bodyparts at least. His movements had come to a halt, but now he was moving forward again, careful to not step into the blood. This wasn't as they had planned, but well, he had expected this to happen. He had calculated this in as he ignored the gruesome sight around him. Bloody draw trails as the bodies had been neatly piled at least. And that is when his lips curled up, at least she had finally learned to clean up the mess she made. Yes, she. Since even without looking at the spotless white haired female, there was only one person who could be capable of this.

His amber eyes finally drew themselves lose from the pile of sliced up humans. At least that was what they once had been, now they seemed... like monsters. At least they had been taken care of and by the count of it, all the Fighting Area had been cleaned out by Molly. That brigthened his smile just a bit more, at least that meant Mathias wouldn't have too much trouble getting out as well. "Good job, Molly" He praised the female, knowing that that was what she wanted. His eyes sparkled, with the help of a bit of his light. "Very good job" He muttered as he noticed her excitement. Still they would have to hurry, only because these guards and doctors could not talk nor stop them anymore, that wouldn't mean any one else wasn't gonna notice. His eyes moved over to the clock, two more minutes. He would give them two more minutes or they would be left behind or had to figure their own way out. Ugh he hated it when people couldn't be punctual, like his little pawn. "You are making me very happy, young one" He said as he looked back towards the female.

Molly had been happy, that excitement having grown considerably now that she was in the presence of her dearly beloved Raven. Since her isolation Molly had grown vastly lonely, mainly due to her separation from the elder, charcoal haired male making his way towards her. She watched his every step, fawning over every word as if it had been a praise from God himself...Maybe he was like a god to her, this being who could do no wrong in her eyes, whom she followed blindly with neither complaint nor question. It was odd how easily she was pulled under his words, Ralyn's audible praise enough to allow that grin to grow wider than originally thought possible.

"I'm sorry I didn't follow the plan exactly..." That expression seemed to falter, stare glancing towards the window if the analysis room. She had come from there, the broken window splattered with the same gore as the training area floor. "The Doctor would not let me leave." She seemed slightly subdued after such praise, that small hue of pink working its way upon her pale cheeks. Her scarlet stare fell towards the floor, elegant form giving a small sway as a gloved hand held softly to her strong arm. "I thought I would surprise you by handling the threats myself."

His words of praise had been all she needed, widened stare flicking up to gaze upon her current object of obsession with all the admiration of a disciple gazing upon its sovereign. He was so cute when he tried to be all stoic and mature....so much so that Molly could not contain herself, bounding the remaining distance between them. She leaped up into him, arms wrapping around that thin neck as legs locked around his slender waist. "Mmmm!~ I'm so happy you're not upset with me!~"

"It is okay.... You did wonderful" Ralyn spoke, yet he had not been prepared with her overly enthusiastic behavior. His eyes widened slightly as he stumbled back a few steps when she jumped into his arms. It was probably good that she clung to him so dearly as he had not been able to catch her if she didn't. Yet now his arms moved slowly around that body suit covered frame. They settled lightly around her lower back, allowing her to stay like this for a moment. Soft smile breaking through his features again as he let her nuzzled against him. "How could I be, if you made it all this easy for me, for us"

Molly could stop that small hue of pink that washed over her cheeks as soon as those arms were around her, a small shiver running up her spine as she nuzzled closer, head burying itself against Ralyn's shoulder. "...I missed you..." She spoke softly, grip tightening as she settled more in his arms, relief washing over her. Her gaze flicked to the pile of gaurds, a small smile on her face. "They were weak anyways...Easily killable... Clumsy... Cherry boys, really."

The darkhaired male allowed them to waste a couple seconds like this. After all, this was needed to keep her so close to him and under his command. It seemed like Fay and Minagase were not gonna make an appearance as he let go of her. Gently coaxing her down to the ground again. There was no time for this useless affectionated behavior. "Molly, it seems it will be just the two of us for a while" Not that she would mind probably. He looked around the room for a moment, waiting for her to let completely go of him.

"Just... the two of us?" Molly allowed herself to be coaxed down, as if in a daze as her eyes wandered over the room. She had expected to see other's; however, her little raven was completely correct. It was just them. She could stop the excitement that rose in here, crimson eyes widening along with that deadly smile... How perfect could this get... ACTUAL ALONE TIME WITH HER RAVEN. He had let go of Ralyn, hands lacing together as she swayed, as if in a trace of sorts. "Just... us..."

The photokinetic moved over to the pile of bodies as he had first intended. Carelessly searching to pick out a sharp dagger that was to his liking. He twirled it in his hand for a moment, even if he was not a person for weapons, with the upcoming events he was rather well prepared for anything. He cleaned the bloody blade on the clothes from the fallen bodies that had not been soaked and drenched yet, before turning to the emergency exit. "Let's get out of here" He stated as he pushed the bar down. Normally the red light above the door would start blinking and make an awful noise, but it stayed silent and the male pushed through.

Molly broke from her happy trance, blinking as she watched Ralyn move to the exit and push the bar down. Her kept her peripheral open, waiting in case anyone came to attack... Instead, she was pleasantly surprised as the alarm stayed silent, cheesing as she raised her hands, cheering happily for her Raven. "The plan worked!" Oh how smart he was, Molly dropping her hands and quickly following behind him.

He had not really been prepared for the cold he was met with, his breath forming white huffs in the air. Molly, on the other hand, seemed unaffected, blinking as she stepped into the light of the day. She did not dwell on it, her guard immediately up. Well, they would just have to keep moving. "Next objective... Oak Tree" He informed, even though he knew that Molly was aware of the plan. Molly nodded in response, eyes feverishly glancing around for any signs of movement. She stayed close to Ralyn, just within an arms reach. Rayln's eyes quickly scanned their surroundings, but it seemed like there was no security outside... weird. Just as it was odd to finally walk outside. The ground was paved for a few metres, before it abruptly changed to forest grounds.

"Where are the guards?" Molly sounded almost disappointed. She seemed to have little care for anything else, body turning a full 360 degrees as she tried to search out anything that would lead to more entertainment... She was finding none... The boots she had taken from the dead guard at least kept her feet warm... if she even felt the cold that was, for she seemed absolutely oblivious to it all, eyes finally falling on the line of odd plants... They didn't look like the ones inside. She reached out and grabbed Ralyn's arm, pointing towards them. "Raven... Are those the trees?"

Fuck... That was right...Molly had never been outside. Ralyn looked up as the girl grabbed his arm, looking up to see where she was pointing at. "Yes, those are trees. Pine trees to be exact" He answered patiently. However those were not the trees they were looking for as he walked further. Molly keeping close to him, still searching for some sort of entertainment.

The trees were slowly blocking the light out more and more as he kept moving to the center were he knew the Oak was. Everynow and then stumbling on the uneven ground, yet either Molly was there to keep him from falling, or his own balance picked up in time. His mind was wandering, tuning out Molly's voice as he wondered how many would make it before night fall to that tree. He could hear shots being fired, hitting ground and flesh? He turned around once more. "Fly, my little Raven, I will catch up soon enough" He could see that grin on the girls face. Bloodthurst so obvious in that grimace. "Molly, no!" He yelled but the girl was already running back.
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Location; Oak Tree
Mentions; Molly and Matti @DoomyCakez // Evie @Misaou
Conversation; Remy @Wicked // Mallory @Nemopedia
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Any normal person might have been caught in an internal debate whether to help the other or save themselves. But not Ralyn as he bend the light around him to make him invisible for any eyes around him as he did what she had asked. As he did what would save him, what would be more benifit his own life and he ran towards that Oak Tree. Only when he could see the others he let his power fell away, revealing him all of a sudden as he stepped closer. There hung a silence around the tree, most seemed tired, shocked. His face not betraying any emotion, yet he wasn't feeling like pulling up a mask either. It didn't matter now as he caugth Remy's voice, the one that usually sounded so happy now was talking without emotion. Ralyn frowned as he gave a soft nod. "I will go" He just muttered as no one else seemed to react.

It wasn't that he was feeling like he should help, but again it was just self interest. Of course it would be easier to dump her, but by the looks of it they had lost enough people already. He walked past Remy who was walking around the tree, nervously? Restless? Ralyn didn't know as he wondered what had happened to get the Giant in such a state, let alone so bloody and ragged in clothes. For the photokinetic seemed untouched, except for a smear of blood on his cheek. Molly's blood. Yet he didn't glance back as he walked forward. "Mallory?" He called out softly, alarming her of his arrival as he had no idea what state she was in. He slowly came closer, watching the bruised up and passed out Evie. Unaware of the horror Mallory had witnessed, unaware of anything that had happened. He didn't ask, he didn't have to know. He couldn't offer the consolence one might need. The costs for their escapes were high, so high, just like Matti had said. Matti... He had not seen him either. "Well, let's get back. It is time for a roll call. We better keep moving" His voice was matter of factly as he crouched and picked up the dead weight. Even for such a small person she was heavy, then again Ralyn wasn't the strongest guy around. The first few steps were more a bit of a stumble, before getting a more steady step again.​
 
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Donnie couldn't believe that he was outside and was at the Oak Tree. "We actually fucking made it... like seriously!" He shook his arms, and felt a weight in them. He had almost forgotten that he was still carrying the unconscious Harley. His happy and confident demeanor turned into a sad and helpless one. Donnie looked at Rook when he asked was she okay. "She's just knocked out... the girl got hit with a dart, she'll be okay." Donnie had never gotten hit with a tranquilizer, since he usually just flung them away from him, so he didn't know how long the girl would be in dreamy land. He sat her up on the tree. "Harley Babe... wake up, we did it." He smirked, giving her forehead a light kiss. "Maybe we should find some water to splash in her face." He smirked at Iris and Rook. "I think we all could use some water." He kept his sights on Harley, just in case his best friend since childhood would finally wake up. Donnie didn't care about most people as much as he cared for the unconscious girl, but Harley was... is like a sister to him.

While all his focus was on Harley's well-being, Donnie did notice Remy coming over to the Oak Tree. The loudmouth cocked his right eyebrow at the way the quiet male looked, he wanted to say something sarcastic, but even Donnie knew that right now was not the time to crack a joke on the Death Kid. Shaking his head, he watched as Remy walked around the tree towards the other side and started crying or something. "Well... that just happened." He stood up, waiting for the others to finally show up, or whoever was left after the war for their freedom. Donnie jumped at the sudden appearance of Ralyn, the Photokinetic without a Soul, or he acted like he didn't have one. "Fuck Ralyn don't do that shit again!" He shook his head, putting on the hood of his hoodie. "I fucking hate the cold." Even though he looked like the Real Life Jack Frost, Donnie would rather sit on the Sun before ever being near snow or the cold.

Donnie had his back on the Oak Tree, looking down at Harley every few seconds, hoping she would move or do something. "Come on Harley Babe... wake up for me." He didn't like seeing her like this, all he wanted to do now was burn The Facility to the ground... and laugh at the screaming and dieing scientists and other punk ass workers. While he stood there he heard a woman's voice yell out. Turning his head, Donnie noticed that Tehuri was about to fall flat on her face. At first, the silver haired boy thought it would be funny to let her drop, but he still cared for her. "I got you T!" He yelled out throwing his hand forward to levitate the girl into the air. He smirked, pulling her closer to the tree. "Aren't you lucky I noticed you?" He winked.

Donovan still had Tehuri in the air, making her turn in a small twirl. The way he moved her in the falling snow, it was like she was magically floating in a twisted winter wonderland or something. "Cute..." He grinned, finally letting her down gently. "Okay, fun's over. Now what do we do next?" He looked around, not knowing where the group would go next when everyone else came to the Oak Tree. Donnie usually had an answer or an idea for everything, even when it wasn't the greatest... he still had one. Right now he didn't know what to do. Right now though, an unconscious Harley was Donnie's main concern and focus.
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There were little pieces of glass in Rook’s skin. How had that happened? When had that happened? He leaned against the fabled Oaktree and stared at his ochre flesh. It had to have been when he’d smashed the guard’s helmet in. Had he let his power slip for a moment? It didn’t matter. The man was dead. Rook was alive along with Donnie, Iris, and Harley. That’s what mattered. It didn’t still the butterflies in his stomach, though. They rocked with nauseous viciousness, constantly bubbling up Mallory, Evie, and Remy’s names to his mind. Fuck you stomach, Rook internally hissed. He was having a hard time seeming stoic against that emotional tide.

Donnie attempted to wake Harley and flirted seamlessly with Tehuri. Really, Donnie? Rook thought. Do you need to get your dick wet that quickly? He rolled his eyes. While Rook would never want the telekinetic dead, maybe he could have taken a few shots to the penis. Just a couple. Something he could heal from. Something he could become humble from.

Rook chuckled through the pain of him digging out the pieces of glass. He flicked them among the roots of the tree, watching the bloodied pieces catch the light in the mix of snow and sun. Snow and sun. Those were two words that Rook never figured he’d think about. Yet, they were there. He tried to smile, but he found his lips unmoving.
Evie, I hope you’re okay. You deserve a safe, gorgeous life.
Mallory. I still owe you for that “good luck.” You’re their rock. And you’re a bitch. But the good kind.
Remy. God. Remy.
Rook pushed his hair from his face with his uninjured hand. He didn’t know how to think about the giant. Stupid giant. He cared too much. Rook. Rook did a shit job of returning that care.

Heads turned towards the tree line to see Remy slowly pour from it. Rook gasped, and his breath caught in his lungs. Remy said, in a voice far more tired than someone his age should have, that Mall wouldn’t let him touch her. Her had to be Evie. Rook felt a cold chill rocket up his spine and across his flesh. Goose bumps rocked his usually unemotional skin. Rook took a step forward. Was Evie? No, she couldn’t have been. Remy would have died before Evie. Yet, something had happened. Rayln disappeared to take care of Evie. Rook wanted to follow after him but found his feet not moving. His eye fixated on Remy.

“Remy,” he said, softly. He cleared his throat. He was not a meek mouse. He was not a shy rabbit. His emotions shouldn’t rule his words. “Remy.” His tone became far more authoritative. His feet finally allowed for movement. He approached the giant. Remy had smiled only hours before. His teeth had been the clouds that lined the sun. Now his face seemed like a storm—an unending storm.

Remy collapsed into his knees and began to cry. Shit. Rook approached him and squatted. He hesitated at the large man’s shivering body. A thought hit Rook. No one mentioned Alkalb. Shit. Where was the beast man? Rook looked across the clearing and then back to Remy. Evie. Alkalb. Remy’s team had not been as fortunate as Rook’s. He extended his scarred arm towards the large boy. It hesitated, though. Was this really the place? Yet, was this the time that he needed to second guess it? He placed his hand on Remy’s shoulder and let it rest as the other sobbed.

“Remy,” he said. “I killed someone today.” He hesitated. “It wasn’t necessary. I could have ended it quickly, but I didn’t. I was afraid. I was alone. I was… scared for the people that I loved.” He paused. “Whatever you’ve done, it was necessary. I’m not trying to absolve you of your sins, but I’m just telling you… we all sinned for this. Those people didn’t deserve what was given to them. They watched us, children, be tortured and for what? Fuck if I know. Fuck if I care.” He paused. “What matters, is that we are free.” Rook didn’t have any dreams of grandeur involving Remy’s response. He didn’t know if he’d made things better or worse. What he did know, though, was that his heart ached for this man. It was enough that he felt a stinging hotness against his eyes. God. Was he about to cry too? A warm tear poured down from his eye. It nearly froze in the cold air, but it managed to slide off his chin and hit the snow underneath him.

Rook’s hand moved from Remy’s shoulder to his tuft of brown hair. He stroked it, feeling each grain pass across his fingers. He wanted to do that forever. He wanted to comfort the other boy forever. He leaned in and pressed his lips against the crest of Remy’s head. It was what he remembered mother’s doing to children in the books that Remy would read him. Yet, Rook’s care wasn’t matronly. He just wanted Remy to feel better. “You’re safe now,” he said into it. “I’ll protect you from now on. You. Evie. Mallory. Everyone. I can’t stand to lose the people I love, Remy.”

Rook’s cheeks reddened, and he sighed. This was moronic. This was dumb. Remy had smushed his cheeks only hours before and asked him to be safe. That Remy wasn’t this Remy. So, Rook had to be that Remy to the one before him. “You stupid giant,” he said. “I love you.”
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MENTIONED-> @Misaou Evie, @Nemopedia Mallory, @Justin Charming Donnie, @DarkiusHeavenstein Tehuri and Rayln
INTERACTED-> @Wicked Remy
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Mallory; the Unfortunate
Subject: 12121212
Power: Aciukinesis

Mood: Anxious, indecisive & afraid
Location: The Facility; Outskirts of the forest, near the oak tree >> Oak tree

With: Evangeline Reed, Ralyn Cremont
Interacted: Remington Carmichael, Evangeline Reed, Ralyn Cremont
Mentioned: Rook Malik, Mathias Leif, Molly, Harley Smith, Minagase X, Nikolett v/d Mint, Jezebel
Tagged: @Wicked, @Misaou, @DarkiusHeavenstein, @DoomyCakez, @Tyrannosaurus Rekt, @Brea, @Cybermoon, @Jet Jaguar, @Justin Bieber, @Noctis the Devious

"Whatever it's worth... I'm sorry."

The words didn’t really land anywhere with Mallory. She listened and she recognised the words, but the meaning didn’t register. An apology? Or… the female didn’t know anymore, too tired to think them over she moved herself over to Evie. She couldn’t touch the girl, she still couldn’t. The brunette regretted the times she rejected any form of training and gaining control over her ability. If she had given it more thought, tried a little harder, maybe then she wouldn’t be in the situation she was in now. A little less afraid, a little less indecisive, a bit brighter, so many things.

"Just don't tell Evie. I beg you, Mall, don't tell her."

In the back she could hear the boy begging her to keep silent, to keep it a secret. Mallory didn’t react as she blinked and crouched down next to her friend. Would she? The female wasn’t sure if she could even if she wanted to. The horrors she saw, the fear she felt, and the change made. She could hardly believe herself of what happened, would Evie if she told her? Would she even be able to believe her own words if she uttered them?

The answer was no, for sure. However, more than that the female didn’t allow herself to talk about it. Was what Remy had done so wrong? Surely the motives were there, but people still died, he still lost control. Would it all have turned out differently if Alkalb hadn’t been shot earlier, if she had taken a more decisive position as their leader? Could she had prevented this from happening if Mallory had done what she was supposed to do?

There were so many ‘what ifs’ swirling through her mind. All sorts of possible scenarios that didn’t happen and scenarios that did happen, but shouldn’t have. All possibilities of what could have been, but was not meant to be. Point of the matter was; Mallory had no intention to tell, even if she could.

“Mallory?”

The voice of another male approached her. Looking up she saw that it was Ralyn who decided to help her with Evangeline. The brunette stared at the lanky male, trying to compose herself as much as possible. There was no time to be grieving now, or pondering over little fantasies that turned into nightmares. Crawling up herself she followed after the young man, listening to what he had to say as she nodded.

“How…” her voice got stuck in her throat as she opened her mouth. She wanted to ask the male how they had done, if everyone had survived in his little group. However much she acted like she didn’t, she did appreciate the bubbly company of Molly. There was also Minagase who was one of the few with a bit of sanity left. Both people who Mall thought fitted the description of ‘friends’.

Marching her way to the tree Mallory tried to look out for the familiar faces that were with her today. There was her own group minus Alkalb, of course there was Ralyn in front of her. To her greatest relief Iris, Rook, and Harley seemed to have survived as well, plus a few others that she didn’t care too much about.

There were, however, many missing. Minagase and Molly to begin with, who were in the group with Ralyn. Mallory feared that, if the male was here, but the rest missing, that it meant that they hadn’t managed. Then there was Nikolett who had tried to chat with the brunette earlier. Even loud mouth Mathias and holy Tristan were gone, leaving poor little Jezebel alone in tears. She could only guess on what happened.

“Thank you,” the female breathed at Ralyn as they reached the tree. Her eyes, however, never turned towards the male, as they were trying to look for the people around. Did they really lose that many in the mission? In the short distance between the facility and the tree, had they lost this many of their members? Mallory’s heart grew heavy with the thought of the sacrifices that were made, adding up onto the load that was already there because of the scuffle earlier.

No, Remy certainly hadn’t been at fault. However, so weren’t the guards, they were just doing their job. It was just the result, fate, that was wronging them.

“What matters, is that we are free.”

Rook’s voice sounded as he was found next to Remy, comforting the latter. Mallory’s head turned towards the couple, her eyes questioning and her fist gripping. Free? Yes, that was right, they were. However, the brunette felt heavier than ever before. Wasn’t freedom supposed to be light? To feel like she was soaring through the sky, instead of chains pulling her down into the abyss?

“I’ll protect you from now on. You. Evie. Mallory. Everyone. I can’t stand to lose the people I love, Remy.”

The female listened on, unsure of how to react. What were they going to do now that they were free? Mallory never really thought of it. She had never planned beyond the escape plan and staring at the sky, but it sounded like Rook did. He wanted to stay together, protect each other. He wanted to…

“You stupid giant, I love you,”

Blinking again the female tried to register the words that came out of Rook’s mouth. Love? As in, the romantic kind of love? As in, the sort that created babies, that what the scientists had forced them into back in the facility inside of these so called ‘breeding’ rooms? The female wondered why Rook would want something as terrifying as that, why he would wish for a life inside of the breeding rooms. Surely he hadn’t forgotten about the last experience, right?

However, no matter how confusing the words were, they did shock the brunette. It made the cutter wonder about what she was going to do with the freedom gained. Had she thought about a future outside of the facility, inside of this unknown world? The female had never really thought of it, of what she was going to do, if she was going to stick around with the rest, whether she was going to mingle in with the rest of humanity. All she really wanted was to see the sky, but there wasn't always a sky to see, it seemed.​
 
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Harley Smith .Ω. Electrokinesis .Ω. Subject 5689287
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Location: Oak Tree
Mentioned: Everyone arrived (Though she can't place them). Rook ( @Tyrannosaurus Rekt ), Iris
Interactions: Donovan ( @Justin Charming )
Character Sheet: HERE
Outfit: HERE (With black Nike's instead of heels)



Voices. All familiar, though Harley couldn't exactly place them. She only recognized that she knew them, and that they belonged to people she more or less trusted. They sounded far away, she couldn't quite make out what they were saying... but they also sounded too loud to not be close. With a scrunched face, Harley opened her eyes, only to shut them immediately. Why are the lights so bright, she wondered, slowly raising her hands to rub her eyes.

Her movements were slow, but the blonde was unaware of this. All she could focus on was the stinging of her eyes, the pounding of her head, the voices that she couldn't place. "Mhhm," The noise left her as she shifted, suddenly feeling very cold. The facility was usually warm, why was it so cold? She couldn't figure it out. After rubbing her eyes for nearly a minute, Harley tried opening them again. This time, she did so slowly, giving her pupils time to adjust.

White was not unusual, as most of the facility was plain and white. As she continued to open her eyes, however, Harley realized there were grayish particles floating downward. Thin eyebrows knitted together in confusion, her eyes struggling to focus on her surroundings. Slowly, the blurriness of her vision decreased, and she was able to make out the shapes of trees. Prior to this, she had only ever seen them she clearly in books, since the walls surrounding her prison in the yard blocked out most of the trunks.

Then came the people. At first they were just shapes, moving and emitting those oh-so familiar voices. She blinked her still squinted eyes a few times, head turning slowly as she looked at all the people around her. Five people, according to her quick count, but that couldn't be right. Gradually, she relayed her most recent memories.

Rook punching a guard in the face... Harley turning out the lights... She and Iris running through the emergency exit... A sudden cool breeze... And then...

Darkness.

Harley's eyes fell to her legs as she struggled to remember what happened next, but no memories came to her. It was as if she was running for her life one second, and waking up the next. But, that didn't make any sense. How much time have I lost? She asked herself, eyebrows relaxing slightly. Her features were returning to their usual expressionless positions.

Again, Harley looked up, taking in the shockingly few people around her. Must not... have been long, Harley decided, though she was struggling with keeping her train of thought on track. We're still waiting... for the others. They had to be, right? There was only a fraction of the people there that they had started out with that morning.

Nearest to her was Donovan, he was standing near her, almost over her. The edges of her lips pulled up only slightly, feeling relieved that at least her life long friend made it out with her. She couldn't imagine a life without him, she had no memories without him in her life. Things would be so different without him, and she wasn't sure if she would be able to handle that much change. Things were already going to be different enough.

"We... made it?" She suddenly spoke, though her voice was thick and groggy. This caused her lips to fall again- hearing herself she realized that something went wrong. She hadn't just forgotten what happened, she must have been asleep and hadn't experienced it. Harley leaned forward a bit, a sudden sharp pair running through her body. "Agh," She groaned quietly, gaze shifting to the source of the discomfort.

She'd been shot with a tranquilizer before, seeing as she was somewhat of a problem child when she was younger. Sedation was an easy solution for taking care of a angry child with the ability to electrocute someone, and a solution the scientist never hesitated to jump to. She recognized the shot wound instantly. Well, that explains the lack of memories.

"I was... shot," Harley observed, running a hand through her hair. She leaned back against the tree, momentarily forgetting about the cold weather around her. She was shivering, but she didn't notice, her mind too preoccupied with the events of the day. Letting out a huff, Harley shifted her head upwards to look at Donnie. "Where is... everyone?" She asked him as loudly as she could manage, eyebrows coming together once more as she tried to focus. Harley would be a bit out of it for a while, but that didn't mean she wouldn't at least try to be involved.
 
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Power; Photokinesis
Mood; Unaffected, trying to peptalk --> Sad --> Indifferent
Power; Opinokinesis
Mood; Down, tired, grieving

Donovan @Justin Charming // Rook @TyrnnosaurusRekt // Evie @Misaou // Harley @Brea // Mallory @Nemopedia // Remy @Wicked
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Tehuri had been sure she would hit the ground, her arms spreading forward to catch herself, yet instead she found herself leviating. ”I got you, T!” She looked up towards Donovan as he moved her closer towards the tree. For once the maybe flirting words fell upon deaf ears. How was she gonna tell him, that his best friend... the one person she had thought he would be able to at least make it out alive, had not made it? She was twirled around in the air, was that really necessary. "Don! Put me down!” She said, yet there was no real anger in her voice. Quickly she had found ground under her feet though as Donovan asked the question that was probably on all of their minds. They had escaped, now what

Her emerald stare moving over the little group of people they were left with. So few if you took in account how many of them had tried to escape. How many of them were still stuck, captured? How many of them had actually died in the progress? She didn’t dare to voice those thoughts, those questions as silence seemed to hang over them. Suffocating, yet there was nothing to say. She wanted to say something, at least something to make that uncomfortable silence go away, but all words seemed to have fleed from her mind. It was Rook, big emotionless Rook, that broke the silence while talking to Remy.

“Whatever you’ve done, it was necessary. I’m not trying to absolve you of your sins, but I’m just telling you… we all sinned for this”

Had she perhaps not tried hard enough? She was a trained killer... She even had her daggers. She had been trained for these kind of situations and yet she had failed. She had failed towards Blue. Blue of all people! If she just could have... She didn’t know what she could have changed in the situation. Maybe taken away more of their sight, maybe throw that dagger earlier? She watched how Ralyn came walking back with Evie in his arms, the girl looked like a mess as she was hanging so lifeless in his arms. She just looked dead, except for that weak heartbeat. It made her fear more for the faith of those who had been caught and captured in the escape. She knew how ruthless the scientists could be, they all knew. Maybe in this case, those who had been killed... had gotten the easiest way out

“You’re safe now”

Were they? At least they were out of the facility, but it was stupid to think they would be safe here. They would come searching for them. "We are not. We are not save, we will never be save as long as the facility and the scientists exist” She spoke all of a sudden. She didn’t mean to crush anyones hope, though she doubted there was much hope left among the people here. She looked at them, they were all a mess. Bloodied and lost. Misery hung in the air around them.

"Tehuri is right” Ralyns voice was soft and yet it cut through the air all the same. He looked at the others, taking in those expressions, those feelings and emotions that were coursing through them, yet he could never understand. He moved Evie once more to the ground. Her weight was too much for him to carry, her being unconcious making it more difficult. "She needs to be kept warm” It was just a mutter as he shrugged of the jacket he was wearing and wrapped it around the girl. He sighed as he moved back up to a standing. "I think it is safe to say that those who are not here with us, will not join us... in our travel further” Even he was struggling for words, mostly because he could see how difficult it was for the others. His gaze went towards Harley as she groaned, good, that meant that at least they had only one unconcious person to carry around. "Can’t we wait just a bit longer?” His brown gaze flicked over to the black haired girl. Every moment they spend here waiting, brought them only closer. Yet looking at the group the photokinetic knew there was no traveling further, but they had to. "They have dogs... if they find us... all was for nothing. Do you think they have sacrificed themselves, just for us to be taken in again? We need to move and we need to move now” He said as he shivered. Standing around in just a dress shirt was cold, but Evie needed it more right? He could keep himself warm by moving around.

"Ralyn... Some of us have feelings, you know? We have lost the persons we loved, persons we thought we had a future with, persons we can't just give up on like this. Like they never existed” Tehuri went against him, her comment offending him somewhat. Yet the male kept calm like always, indifferent to all of it. "I lost people too! People I cared about. Maybe in a different way than you all do, but I have people I will never see again too. People of whom I have no idea how they have ended up even... we knew this on beforehand. Matti and I have warned that the costs would be high, that we would not make it all-“ He fell silent. Matti, Matti wasn’t here. One of his favourite people to talk to, one that so patiently always tried to explain feelings and emotions to him. All of a sudden there was a pain in his heart, like being shot, but there was no guard around. Was this sadness? It came crushing down on the male as he shook his head. Whatever it was, he pushed the devastating pain away, bottled it up, hid it deep inside. "We have to keep going” His voice was flat now, lost of the melody it usually held when he was pretending to be like the others.

Tehuri watched as those eyes of the psychopath suddenly widened. She could see the shock in them and frankly was shocked herself as well to see an emotion, a real emotion displayed on that face. She didn’t move forward to console him, knowing that the male would not want that. She nodded softly as she looked beside her at Donovan and Harley, who seemed so peaceful, so confused. For a moment she was envious, at least she didn’t have to deal with the pain of loss. Not yet... not yet. None of them were luckier than the other. "Very well...” She said as she took one of her blades into her hand. She was silent as she stepped forward, standing between Harley on one side and Remy on the other side of the oak tree. The female took a deep breath as she brought her hand up and carved her blade down the bark. Maybe, Maybe if the others came later... they would at least find this. She etched out a heart, maybe not perfectly, but decent enough. "For those we have lost, but will never be forgotten” She whispered as she carved out the word Lennie and stepped back. She held out the now ruined knife for whoever felt like doing the same, it just felt wrong for her to carve in all the names. Her fingers slid over the name for a moment, before she took a step back.

"Donnie... can you use your power to keep Evie with us?” She asked softly. She knew that Ralyn was right, they had to keep moving. If they were found, all the losses would have been for nothing. "Rook or someone else, can you take Harley?” No way the girl would be able to walk on her own, she could barely keep her head up. Tehuri turned around looking at Mallory, how difficult it must be for her. Not being able to hold her friend, not being able to seek comfort with any one. "Let’s start moving. I... remember a river being nearby” She didn’t want to be the leader, but it seemed like someone had to. Ralyn nodded as he took the knife and carved Matti into the lower bit of the heart. It wasn’t neatly written as normal, but it could be read. ”We could all need some water” He agreed. Not only to drink, but also to clean of the blood, literally, maybe figurative too. Though he doubted there would be a river big enough for that. They could clean the wounds and maybe try to get Evie back into this world as he looked back towards the girl. "Everyone ready?” He asked, though he didn’t expect an answer. "Let’s go then” And with those words he started moving, leading their awful little group through the trees, blindly, to hope that river that Tehuri had been talking about and he had only seen on maps.​
 
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Location: Oak Tree
Outfit: Should've probably dressed a bit warmer for this...
Mood: But everything is shattering and it's my mistake » Wait... Can you repeat that? One more time, please?
Characters interacted with: Rook Malik
Characters mentioned: Mainly Tehuri and Ralyn speaking in the background, Mallory and Evie in the thoughts
Players Tagged: @Tyrannosaurus Rekt @Nemopedia @DarkiusHeavenstein @Misaou
Song for Reading: Troye Sivan - FOOLS
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It had been a long time since Remy had cried like this. At the Facility, there was no room for tears. No room for weakness or self-pity. Remy had never been the bravest or physically strongest or the most tenacious subject, but he had always been regarded as reliable in silent strength and kindness. He would smile in response to negativity and half-heartedly laugh things away, and never let something drag himself down for long. If he cried, he did so in solitude and silence, ever letting only Evie see him shed tears so to not let anyone know how much sadness he also carried within, or how much his night terrors actually shook him, or how much the Creeps actually freaked him out. No one else would ever see him cry, they would only see his smile.

But not even the widest fake smile the in the world could undo this heart wrenching guilt and shame and fear after killing another human being. The emotions that shook his lanky body were overwhelming, too much all at once, driving him into a confused state where the boy was not sure what to do or how to process all of them. He was overwhelmed, to a point he could not help but quietly sob as a discharge; fat, hot, salty tears rolling down his freckled cheeks, into his hands and down his neck into the collar of his shirt. All Remy hoped was that he was not bothering anyone with it, especially Mallory. In her eyes he just simply wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, become somehow smaller in stature to avoid being noticed.

The sobs were soon joined with tiny hiccups and wet sniffling of a nose. In all of the emotional turmoil Remy hadn't even noticed Rook approaching and calling him until his hand fell onto his shoulder and rested there. Remy curled into himself, trying to make himself smaller, shaking in shock and cold and emotional overload. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be comforted because a killer shouldn't deserve it, but he selfishly craved for it anyway. Just someone who wouldn't call him a monster or look at him like he had suddenly grown two heads, like he was something vile. Not like the way Mallory had looked at him when she had told him to get his hands off Evie, like his touch would have tainted her with death upon contact.

"Remy," Rook's voice broke through the sobs, catching his attention for a moment. "I killed someone today."

Enough of a moment so the confession didn't fall upon deaf ears. Remy's sobs died down, mostly due to a surprise. He was listening now. Rook seemed to hesitate before continuing.

"It wasn’t necessary. I could have ended it quickly, but I didn’t. I was afraid. I was alone. I was… scared for the people that I loved." A pause. "Whatever you’ve done, it was necessary. I’m not trying to absolve you of your sins, but I’m just telling you… we all sinned for this. Those people didn’t deserve what was given to them. They watched us, children, be tortured and for what? Fuck if I know. Fuck if I care." Another pause, this time a tentative one. "What matters, is that we are free."

Yeah. Yeah, they were all free. But at what cost? The death of their comrades, the death of their wardens, the loss of their innocence and humanity, or what was left of it with each of them? Yes, they were free, Rook was right. But the question remained; was it all worth it?

Remy could feel Rook's hand move up his shoulder to the back of his neck, the fingers sliding up his undercut and into the longer locks of hair, messing it up a bit further. Upon the warm contact of the hand on his skin, Remy couldn't help it that he automatically leaned into the touch, just a tiny bit. Rook began to stroke his hair, and Remy sniffled his nose a bit more, but at least the crying had stopped. The fingers felt nice, comforting, brushing through his hair and fingernails gently scratching the scalp, occasionally tugging the hair follicles by accident but still feeling plenty nice. Remy wasn't crying anymore, but he remained curled up in silence and let the other man do what he was doing. Maybe it was selfish, but he needed this for himself. This tiny bit of comfort offered, a second apart from reality, like they would have entered a bubble that made the world outside seem distant. Maybe it was more acceptable when Rook had done what he had done, and they were both tainted. Yeah... Yeah, if Rook was tainted then he couldn't ruin him. They could both hold onto their invisible diseases in their minds and share it like this.

He felt Rook move closer, the side of their bodies pressing together as the white haired man reached to plant a kiss on the top of Remy's head. Greedily the younger of the males leaned his weight into the other's embrace, seeking for warmth and sympathy.

"You’re safe now." Rook mumbled into his hair. In the distance, people started speaking up and addressing the situation at hand. Remy found himself tired and not giving a shit, the words turning into background noise, his mind only soaking Rook's words like his life depended on them and his acceptance. "I’ll protect you from now on. You. Evie. Mallory. Everyone. I can’t stand to lose the people I love, Remy."

Remy finally lifted his head from his knees, wiping his teary eyes into the sleeve of his navy blue jumper. He didn't stand losing the people he loved either. Yet, he had lost Alkalb today, and he had almost lost Evie. With Alkalb's death, something inside him had cracked. With the murder of the guard, that crack had spread and shattered something, and now it was lost forever. All he felt was guilt and shame. And fear. Fear over how easy it had been. Remy was about to finally say something, but what Rook said next left him stumped.

"You stupid giant," he said. "I love you."

Remy, the curled up overgrown young man on the ground, stared at his knees where the wet splotches of his tears were soaking the tans jeans, unable to quite comprehend what the other was trying to say.

"You mean like... how you love Evie and Mallory and others too, right?" The dark haired boy asked with a quizzical frown, his voice stuffy because of the crying, as he turned to look at the white haired and scarred man next to him. Rook's cheeks where flushed, enough that it could be seen even past the naturally tan skin type. If he loved him and other why was-- oh.

Oh.

"...Except if you... didn't...?" Remy trailed off, blinking in confusion of the possibility until he would be corrected of the misunderstanding. He would be corrected of the misunderstanding, right? The brown eyes searched the scarred face of his friend for confirmation. The face of a guy that had been around in his life for years, always there, lounging on his bed and inviting himself over, been loud and stuck out for him, been angry for him whenever Remy was unable to be aggressive and stand his ground against others, snuck him food and made him the ugliest but dearest little gifts and left them in his room and thought Remy would never find out who they were from. Rook might have been rough around the edges, but Remy knew that deep down he meant good. The experiments just left him ragged and jagged, faded and jaded, just like it left most of them. He was angry and not afraid to show it, brave and...

Remy looked away, suddenly embarrassed, swallowing and feeling his cheeks and ears heat up. He had just killed a man, why the heck was he suddenly acting so coy? How did Rook had this kind of effect? How was that even humanely possible? He should have been wallowing in emotional pain and self-pity, but all he could suddenly do was to keep hearing the same words on repeat in his head. 'You stupid giant, I love you.'

And because of the contrast of the emotions and how ridiculous the situation was, Remy couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. And before he knew it, he was giggling quietly into his fist, shoulders shaking. He had just killed a man, but he had just gotten a love confession and he couldn't stop smiling. Maybe he was just being hysteric with all the earlier emotions that his brain had just given up completely and didn't know how to cope anymore. Whatever the reason, he needed this. He hadn't even realized how much he had needed this. They were alive and safe, for now, but they were living only in a moment now. Whenever could be their last, so he couldn't blame Rook for the chosen timing for coming clean. But still, it was all a little bit too much for his sanity.

"I thought I was just an overgrown kid to you?" Remy said between the mirth, "When... How... Why me?"

Everyone started more or less moving now, following after someone who had taken the role of a leader. But Remy had completely missed that, and despite the danger, he found himself not in a hurry to get up from the ground and follow after them. He just turned to look at Rook, getting more serious, but still remaining curiously flattered. And as he found, kinda happy about it, even if still unsure how he exactly felt.​
 
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Location: The "Great" Oak Tree-Walking towards a River... hopefully
Mood: Determined-Happy/Protective-Sad/Emotional-Remorseful/Brotherly/Pissed Off

Outfit: Urban Chic, Baby!
Power: Telekinesis

Interaction(s): Harley, Tehuri, Ralyn
Mentioned: Harley, Tehuri, Ralyn, Evie, Rook

Tagged: @Brea @DarkiusHeavenstein @Princess Misaou @Tyrannosaurus Rekt
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Donnie was busy with thinking up a plan that he barely noticed Harley starting to wake up. Folding his arms over his stomach, he looked up into the sky. This was the first time he has seen it since he could last remember. He blinked away the snowflakes that attached themselves to his eyelashes, looking back down at Harley... who he now noticed was starting to move a bit. "Harley Babe?" He moved towards her, kneeling down right in front of her. His attitude became more positive once she asked him a question. Even if she was in a dazed state at the moment, at least she was awoke and was realizing where she was. He looked at the ground, trying not to smile at her trying to move on her own. "You probably shouldn't get up soo soon... don't want to damage your body anymore than it is already."

Donovan looked away when his best friend asked where everyone else was. He knew that a few of the group did not make it... including Blue and Molly. He shook his head, and just looked at Harley for a moment. "A lot of us didn't make it out... or did make it out but didn't make it far." He gave a weak smile, trying to keep Harley at least motivated enough to keep moving forward. "I know they wouldn't want us to just sit around here and cry over their..." He stopped talking for a moment, before standing up and turning away from the group. "We just need to keep moving and find somewhere safe and that's far enough from this place."

Donovan turned around to listen to Tehuri and Ralyn bicker about moving on or not moving on. This is probably the first and only time that he would ever be on the same side as Ralyn. "Yeah... we need to keep moving, if they are still alive... they will find us." He didn't want to believe that some of his friends and other patients were dead, but in a situation like this... some might be. He watched Tehuri carve Lennie's name in the bark of the tree, going over towards it. He balled up his fist into the heart, his way of saying goodbye. Donovan didn't have the emotional control right now to carve out a name or two, he knew he would loose it if he started writing down the names of people that were lost.

When Tehuri asked him to use his Telekinesis to Levitate Evie around with them, he just looked at the direction where Rook had been standing. "I think Rook can carry Evie... and I'll carry Harley, like I was already before." He winked and went over to grab Harley, who of course started to protest and say she could handle herself. "Harley Babe... you can't walk and you DEFINITELY can't run right now. Just let me help you until you're REALLY okay." He shook his head, glad that the girl finally agreed to letting him carry her.

While he walked with the group, with Harley in his arms, he couldn't help but feel a bit sadden and guilty about the way things went down between him, Lennie and Tehuri. He knew it wasn't the right time to bring up that situation, but he would talk to Tehuri about it sooner rather than later. He hoped that wherever his best guy friend was, the male would forgive him... maybe just maybe he would forgive him. "I hope this river you were talking about is a real place... T." He rolled his eyes, ready to just blow up the next enemy he saw... whoever it was or would be, Donnie needed to blow off some angry steam.
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LOCATION:: Oak Tree-> Stream COMPANY:: Remy, Mal and Evie MOOD:: Hello, Clusterfuck! OUTFIT:: Adventure[/hr]​

Rook barely heard Tehuri over his own breathing. Yet, his ears picked up her words and his mind ran them through the usual hamster wheels. They were never safe. That was more than true. They were safer here, though. Rook didn’t have to worry about being skinned like some sort of animal on a near daily basis. Maybe he’d get eaten by one, but at least he’d have a choice in that matter. At least, he could fend them off. The scientists had been like God—an indomitable force that couldn’t be reasoned with.

Yet, Rook’s attention poured towards Remy. He barely saw Mallory approach. Yet, he felt her presence. She was alright. She was okay. They could bitch at each other later. Now, Rook just wanted to get one thing clear—one thing clean. He’d never thought to say it because the scientists had always wanted them to breed. He’d never felt the urge to say it because he’d never visualized a world without Remy. A world without a kindred soul to nod and not patronize when Rook cried over Tamara’s death. He could still remember the day as if it was only yesterday.

Rook didn’t know how he ended up at Remy’s room, but he’d walked there. His face had been stalwart and focused. He’d hesitated in his own lonely dorm. Yet, he couldn’t face its sterile walls and cruel furniture. Without even knowing what his feet were doing, he’d walked to Remy’s room. He’d opened the door, closed it, and slid against it. He’d cried over Tamara. Rook had always viewed her as a sister he’d never had. They’d shared so much, powers and pain. And in one fell swoop she was dead. They’d skinned her to the point that her body had went into shock. She’d died in that sad room with its sad, little drain. Remy let Rook cry. Remy let Rook deny it ever happened. Remy let Rook have emotions without consequence. Rook promised to never forget that. And that memory sat in him and grew and bubbled until it was this force that swelled against his chest like a tidal way against a breaker wall. So, he told the giant how he felt. Maybe they would get another chance. Maybe they wouldn’t. Rook had punched a man to death. Remy had done something similar.

Remy’s giggles drew Rook out of it. He stared at the other man—hard. “When: Tamara. How: your kindness. Why you? Because, why not you?” He pulled himself from Remy. Ralyn had come forward with Evie. Him and Tehuri were making plans. The entire scene pressed onward without either of their approval. “I guess we’re moving.” Rook held up his hand. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m Rook Malik I’ve lived my entire life dealing with both rejection and douchebags. Not to imply that either is going to happen here, but you know—uh—whatever. Look, someone needs to get Evie.”

Harley had finally awoken but looked generally confused about her surroundings. Donnie flirted some more with her. Ugh, Donnie. I hope bears smell your dick and maul it off. He took her in his arms despite Rayln’s mention of him taking Evie. That was probably for the best. She’d feel better waking up in Rook’s arms. That being said, she was still cocooned in Rayln’s jacket, and while Rook may have wanted to remove it and wrap her in his own, he still had one of the guard’s guns over his shoulder. It rubbed against his wounded arm, and he feared if he removed it that would just be the downfall of his ability to carry anything.

So, Rook scooped Evie up and pressed her close to his body. His muscles ached, but they burned through it. Red blood stuck to her temple, it smeared across her serene face. He wanted to rub it away, but he couldn’t quite let go of her to do it. When they settled by this river that Tehuri was leading them to, he’d clean her up a bit. He’d also check out the wound. He might be able to fix it, but he didn’t hold his breath on that.

He looked back at Mal and Remy. “I guess we’re moving,” he said. He cleared his throat and stared directly at Mal. “Come on now, did you break both your legs, or did you forget how to walk? And you say I’m not fucking smart.” Maybe it was not the time for this sort of behavior, but they all deserved a bit of normalcy.

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MENTIONED-> @Misaou Evie, @Shattered☢Horror☠ Donnie, @DarkiusHeavenstein Tehuri and Ralyn, and @Brea Harley
INTERACTED-> @Wicked Remy, @Nemopedia Mallory
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Location: Oak Tree
Outfit: Should've probably dressed a bit warmer for this...
Mood: Wait. Oh crap, I didn't mean it like that! » I'm such a virgin it's kinda painful sometimes
Characters interacted with: Rook Malik
Characters mentioned: Mallory, Evie, Ralyn
Players Tagged: @Tyrannosaurus Rekt @Nemopedia @Misaou
Song for Reading: Troye Sivan - THE QUIET
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It just so seemed like Rook didn't find anything funny in the situation, because Remy's laughter was answered with a stern glare that eventually silenced him, only a meek smile as a reminder of the earlier mirth. He might have just offended Rook for appearing by not taking him seriously due to his reaction. (Well, technically he still wasn't taking him seriously. The necrokinetic was still waiting to be corrected of a misunderstanding.) But before Remy could say anything, the tan skinned man stunned him into silence by answering all the three questions.

"When: Tamara. How: your kindness. Why you? Because, why not you?" Rook deadpanned, looking at Remy with that one blue-grey eye that he had left. And that was it; that blunt honesty was that shut him up, and all doubt was gone, along with the amused smile that fell from the boy's face when it all really dawned on him. But so was Rook, as he withdrew away with his body warmth, acting surprisingly normal for someone who had just dropped a love confession for the same sex friend. Remy had a feeling he had messed up and hurt Rook's feelings for being dense, now feeling the ghost of warmth that had been pressed on his side just mere moments ago.

"I didn't mean--" Remy started, but the moment was gone. The scene moved forward as Ralyn came in with Evie in his arms and wrapped inside a coat and people started making their plans, and Rook observed that they were probably going to start moving now and silenced Remy again with lifting his hand up.

"You don’t have to say anything. I’m Rook Malik I’ve lived my entire life dealing with both rejection and douchebags. Not to imply that either is going to happen here, but you know—uh—whatever. Look, someone needs to get Evie."

Yeah, someone needed to get Evie. But they weren't done here! Now Remy just felt confused, a bit dazed even, with everything that was going on. In his head there was a complete chaos. And Rook had already took off before the freckled boy could stop him, leaving him alone with way too much on his plate. Remy looked down on his hands and clothes that had blood splattered all over them, mostly from Alkalb, that had taken a darker rusty color already now that it was drying in the cool air. His breath came out in a puff of steam as Remy sighed, and then stood up. Everyone was right, it was time to move. They couldn't afford to stand around and wait to be caught and dragged back to hell. So he decided to get himself together and follow after the older male who was already scooping up Evie, despite being hurt himself. Remy's heart ached to carry Evie, but he knew for a fact that he wasn't allowed to touch her without Mallory's approval.

Speaking of which, she was now within close proximity, so Remy did his best to stand a bit further from her field of vision. Just so he wouldn't bother her or set her off again. The earlier good mood was now again like a memory, and Remy felt himself withdraw and curl into himself automatically. Rook stated yet again that they were about to move, and then sassed at Mallory. Remy blinked in surprise how normal Rook made it all feel, if it was only just for a second. After all, Remy and Evie were used to having to witness Rook and Mallory banter back and forth, snarking at each other like it was some sort of competition who was wittier and who disliked the other more. Even though Remy knew for a fact that the two didn't actually hate each other at all, despite it appearing so for a first glance.

"Yeah, let's go. Just keep her head supported, okay?" Remy suggested to Rook, wondering if they could do something to Evie's head injury once they would settle somewhere else. If there really was a river and they could find it... there was hope. His hopes were high, but Remy knew he had to keep them small. Once they would be settled, he and Rook could take a look at Evie's condition and maybe talk a bit about... Yeah, they just had a lot to talk about right now. But as they set off, Remy had some time for himself to think about what the man had said, and think about it seriously.

Love, huh. What did he even know about love? He was just a nineteen year old virgin that had been confined into a government human research facility for the supernatural. And his party trick was that he could bring the dead back. Kinda. Waking up corpses wasn't exactly something that made ladies and gents form a line in front of him. No wonder he was still a virgin, huh? And not even that, but Remy had never had a romantic relationship in his entire life. He and Rook were friends, so technically they had a relationship already, but what did it mean for them to have more into it? Did he even want more into it? And what did more even mean to Rook? What did it mean overall? Remy had noticed that sometimes some things Rook had done in the past and sometimes did made his feelings do odd things, but he had always brushed them off. Maybe Rook's feelings weren't so unrequited as he had originally thought...?

And then there was the matter that they were both men. Remy had received a breeding education from one of the scientist in the past together with Evie, but that was between a man and a woman. How did it work with two men? Was that really important anyway? Besides the technicalties of a gay relationships that was just one massive grey area to Remy, he had no idea what was expected of him.

Would they be... kissing?

The sudden thought and Remy being, well, a total virgin, made the overly tall boy made an odd, strangled gargling sound from the back of his throat and cover his face with both of his hands when the idea of kissing Rook came to him. His ears were red, and his face was flushed, but he tried to hide it by looking the other way from his little squad.

But the thing he found? He wasn't exactly opposed of the idea...​
 
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