Escape The Cages of Hell

Sanji simply stood by and watched calmly as the girl was dragged away and Slade broke the scientists arm. The entire time, he just stood there. The only difference being that with each passing second, his brick red skin faded to blood red, rapidly getting darker, fading into black. Besides this his eyes narrowed in anger and the corner of his mouth twitched when he heard the sound of the man's arm break. With the collar on, he couldn't do much, but as soon as he could take it off hell would rain down upon the next person who came near. And he would feast.
 
Ceadra looked on with a sad expression as the girl was dragged away. But, even in the midst of the empathy that she felt for the poor girl, her brain kept her reasoning sharp and unclouded by emotion. Sighing heavy she slowly slid down against the bars of her cage, her legs no longer up for the task of keeping her up right. Yes, she did feel bad for the girl, the first experiment was always a horrible event, however, there was currently nothing she or the others could really do to help the girl. Apparently that was not going to stop the others from trying. She slowly shook her head as Slade started to yell and threaten the scientists as then consequently ended up breaking one of their arms. Once the scientists had left the immediate area she turned with a cold glare to Slade.

"Hey! Dipshit, if you don't shut up they might actually do something." Her voice hissed through the air, angry and very tense. Taking a deep breath she composed herself a little, her eyes still flashed dangerously, before adding in a gentler voice. "You might be able to fight them off but, they have already dragged her off and what's to stop them from taking out their anger on her. If you don't get a handle on yourself you wont have enough energy to sit up let alone escape." Satisfied with her argument for now she turned to Korsyl and said in a low curious voice "And what do you mean this test is for you, it seems like a lot of trouble for just one person." Then as an after thought to herself she added "Then again they have tried to pull shit like this before."
 
Korsyl pulled from his thoughts to the Walking Dead girl, Ceadra. "It's only a hunch, but..." He paused, thinking of his rationality, "My body changes shape based on any emotions I have. To extremes, I change completly. I believe that they plan on calling on my emotions by using all of you. I'm currently in a between state, which would usually be when my emotions are not very strong."

He looked at the front and back of his hand, as well as the rest of his arm. "If I know myself correctly, then I would look like some sort of grim reaper, if it wasn't for this collar." He chucked slightly, sounding forced. "Fear, sadness, sorrow... If my eyes are black, that's what I feel." He said softly, drifting off his sentence. He returned his attention to Ceadra, speaking louder. "Just what I think. I'm probably wrong, unless they happen to come for me. Could just be for everyone."
 
Slade sighed I guess she's right he thought to himself. He sat back thinking intently on what he was going to do to get himself and everyone else out of here, and hope to not die trying.
 
"Hmm, perhaps they are trying to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. A group experiment to measure how we interact, and a individual experiment to see if you break down and start changing your shape." Her voice was thoughtful as though she was seeing this whole thing from a different point of view, not from her current position of actually being part of the experiment. Switching her gaze over to Slade she felt a little bad as he just kind of slumped back with a sigh. She was so used to arguing with her two brothers whom always required endless insults, and a constant repetition of facts to except any point of view besides their own. Yes, last time the family had gotten together her brothers had gotten into a fist fight, Ceadra just sat back shaking her head, and her sister had proceeded to eat her way through all of her food, all of the extra food, and both brothers' plates of food.

(Should we do a skip to the next morning?)
 
"This one is dead..hey noob, go clean it's cage out...you do know how to do that right?" Jacob nodded, lip curling slightly at the "nickname" but headed into the long hallway that housed the glass cells and occupants without saying a word. He wasn't exactly a noob, he had worked upstairs, far away from the prison itself, doing administrative things, mainly payroll. But he had made a stupid mistake, pissed off the wrong person, and had had his pay cut, and been ordered downstairs, the title of payroll taken away and replaced by night shift prison guard. Luckily, the other guards didn't know any of that, and just thought he was some new hire, so he didn't have to deal with the teasing and comments they made about the "lucky bastards" upstairs.

Anyway, back to the present, Jacob had to admit he was slightly nervous to enter the hall, this would be the first time he was around more than one prisoner, usually he only saw them as they were being led to the scientists, or already strapped down for testing. He hid the fear well though as he opened the door, his six foot frame blocking the light for an instant, and he cursed under his breath as he realized it was lights out inside the hall, and he would be cleaning the now abandoned cell with only a flashlight for company. His dark eyes darted through the hall as they adjusted to the light, and he was reassured that all the prisoners were still safely in their cells.

The cell in question was the second one down, and he keyed in the lock to open just that door. Remembering the instructions, he dragged the mattress out into the hall, before hooking up the hose to the nozzle across the way, and sending it full blast into the cell, careful to wet everything, under the steel bed frame, the toilet, everything, with the high powered water. Once that was done he dragged the mattress back in, propping it against the glass wall and setting the small, white cube in the center of the room, activating it and hurrying to get out of the cell and seal the door.

The cube emitted several different types of rays to destroy any and all magical presence, a nifty invention, but it took three to five minutes to complete it's task and scan the room, and in that few minutes, after rolling up the hose, Jacob had nothing else to do but study the occupants of the hall. Not that he would ever admit it, but they fascinated him, and he often wondered what it would be like to have powers, a taboo subject that would get him arrested and studied by the top psychologists if he ever admitted it...that was what he had heard anyway.
 
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(Sounds like a good idea ET I won't be able to repy until later, but yeah I'll put you in charge with skips)
 
morning unfolded quickly "bang" the door swung open with tired eyes I look at the light .. I am dragged once again to the yard. "the others will be out in a while .. "fuck off " I reply
im pushed to the ground and kicked a few times .. I lay there .. being in that room mad me feel naked I begin to shiver .. it was like not having blood flowing through my body my little energy they gave me couldn't even be accessed . my energy slowly begins to rebuild itself.
 
What was that old saying? "Beware gazing into the dark for the dark can gaze back". Ceadra was not really sure now, it was to late, and a long day of testing had made her brain a bit fuzzy. Either way the phrase seemed very appropriate right about now as a man, a human man, walked into their little corner of hell. Night guards were not an uncommon thing, usually they were a bit brutish, ready with harsh words, but cautious and suspicious enough to keep out of arms length of the cells' occupants. That was probably one of the reasons why the guards had it pretty easy most of the time, there was only so much damage you could do with words, and compared with the absolute loathing the prisoners felt towards the scientist it made them not as popular a target. There were even the occasional that was actually civil, usually they were gotten rid of pretty fast by the higher ups, what use was compassion in these experiments.

However the thing that was most interesting was that this human was a new guard. And in a place where everything proceeded with a mechanical regularity new could either be a cause for excitement or fear. Either way Ceadra planned to have a little fun while she could. Gently pulling herself up onto her feet she leaned against the metal bars of her cage, wrapping her hands around the outside of the bars so as to pull herself as close as possible.

"Well hello, I haven't seen you down here before. I bid you welcome to our humble abode." Her tone was surprisingly light and flirty, if very sarcastic. There was even a small smile playing across her lips even if it did seem to be more of a half hearted grin, it was something. The next moment however her face changed, her brow wrinkling in concentration as a look of recognition came to her face. Having spent as much time as she had within this prison she knew many of the people that worked here, some she had only spotted once or twice and did not know their names, others she had seen almost every day since the time she was caught. It took her a few seconds to place this guys face with what little information she knew but, when she did she spoke in a more questioning, cautious tone.

"Weren't you one of the office boys? A pencil pusher?" Her eyes had narrowed down and there was a distinct suspicious air to her as she waited for some kind of response.


(Alright, in that case I will wait a little longer for the skip, then we can progress to morning)
 
He had leaned against the back wall, far out of arm's reach and had been warily watching the white cube, waiting for the green light to go on when he heard the voice. He turned instantly, the sudden movement betraying how nervous he really was, but his face was carefully composed. "Hi..umm...thank you?" He said to the welcome, the tone seemed flirty but sarcastic and he wasn't sure quite how to respond. He knew how the other guards responded, usually by bellowing for silence, using the taser they all had attached to their belt, or threatening to get a scientist. But that seemed juvenile to him, plus he wasn't sure he could sound mean enough to be taken seriously, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself.

He definitely didn't expect to be recognized and he frowned, hand creeping down to the taser he had just told himself he wasn't going to use. It wasn't that he was afraid she would get loose, but if another guard came in and heard, he would be treated like the worst of the worst. There was definitely a pecking order in this prison, scientists at the top, office workers decidedly at the bottom, guards somewhere in between. He knew of a few admins who had become guards, and they never lasted long, and if he wanted to continue living with a roof over his head and food in his stomach, he couldn't afford to be bullied out if a position.

He wasn't stupid, he knew that if he told the prisoner this she would use it against him, just because he was new didn't mean he didn't know how the system worked. "Was a pencil pusher. Now I'm a guard. What does it matter? Shouldn't you be asleep, you're scheduled for testing tomorrow." He said, after a quick glance at the name and information that was lit up in neon above the cages. Shit...was he supposed to tell them when they were going to be tested? There were too many damn rules down here...why wouldn't the box turn green so he could get out of here?
 
Ceadra was actually very pleased with how the guy answered. He did not answer with a yell, order, or threat, he seemed to be a bit jumpy but, he was very composed. Only on one other occasion had Ceadra met someone outside of the prisoners who had played the part of an ally. There was a certain thrill in the prospect that she could have just found a second. She would not get her hopes up however, more than likely she is meeting just another neutral player, someone who neither helped nor hurt, just someone who was there. However as the guy responded to her second inquiry she drew back from the bars. The curious look she had adopted before replaced with something a lot more defensive. Drawing away from the bars of her cage she nearly fell back onto the floor, her limp still bad enough that it was difficult for her to balance for long without some kind of support. In the end she had to grab back onto the bars of her cage, although she positioned herself farther away from the human than she originally was.

"Steady there's no need to use that." She said softly keeping her eyes locked with the man's but, also making sure to maintain a close watch on what his hands were doing out of the corners of her eyes. "You're a guard not a pencil pusher, okay I can live with that." When he spoke again she had a feeling he was trying to change topics but, the next topic was distracting enough that the tactic was very effective.

"Again?" She said with a heavy sigh. "Testing two days in a row, if I had my say I would think they were trying to wear me down." She had really been hoping to have tomorrow to recover, at least get some of her strength back but, no nothing was ever so simple or the world ever so nice. Turning from the guy she limped heavily over to her worn bed and sat down on it with a thump. Looking back at the man she said "Well, I believe that is my cue to go to sleep. Night Might see you tomorrow." And with that she lay down, flipped over, and was soon curled up in some resemblance of sleep.
 
For some odd reason he felt guilty for scaring her, not that he was even sure he scared her, just that she seemed a lot more defensive and a lot less flirty now that his hand had traveled down. He noted the limp, realizing that she wasn't that steady and dropped his hand. She very well could be faking it, but she was collared and behind a thick cage, so even if she was faking it, there really was no need to shock her. Especially since she was going to be tested on in a few hours anyway.

The lists of who was to be tested and when were posted in the guard's main room, though surprise and random testing often occurred as well. He had thought they were posted to let the guards know when to escort the prisoners to the doctors and scientists, but had rapidly learned that they also served the purpose of allowing the guards to go after prisoners who had just been tested on, or were going to be tested on. After all, they would soon be covered in scars and bruise, if they weren't already, and what fun it was to shock and mess with them right before or after they went through hell? That seemed the general consensus anyway.

Jacob still partially believed the propaganda fed to all humans throughout their youth, that the testing was necessary to keep everyone safe. He didn't understand why the dissecting and killing was necessary, but he had been brainwashed as a child to believe firmly in the idea that the "mutants" were evil, they ate children, they wanted to destroy the humans. Now that he was older he wasn't as scared and paranoid, and was just in the beginning stages of questioning his upbringing. But if the experiments were for the preservation of the human race, who was he to possibly mess with the results by weakening the prisoners before the tests were even done?

He watched her as she went to her bed, relaxing a bit more but keeping a wary eye, glancing at the white box, which began to flicker green, almost done. "Night." He said back, not that he thought she was expecting a reply from him. He glanced around the silent room, biting his lower lip and silently willing the light to go green so he could finish cleaning and get out, he had horrible night vision and this place was nervewracking to be in alone.
 
The door at the other end of the hall creaked open as two men dragged a limp body into the room. A scientist with bandages on his nose and a cast on his arm stood in the doorway, wiping blood off of his hands and onto a towel. "Ugh, just throw her back into her cell," he said with disgusted as he turned around and walked back through the doorway. The men acknowledged the order with a grunt and luged the girl to her cage. They tossed her in roughly and then walked away, disappearing back behind the door.

The unconscious Keziah was now slumped on the floor of her cell. She looked to be in horrible shape and even as she slept her face contorted with pain. Her hair, which had previously been well-kept, was now a mess of tangles soaked with blood. Her faced was streaked with drops of blood going from her chin to her hairline as if her neck had been bent backwards for an extended amount of time. Her neck, seeming to be the origin of the blood, was loosely wrapped in a bloodstained bandage. The rest of her body was covered with various needle holes, cuts, and bruises. The only other visible injury was a broken arm. It was the same arm that Slade had broken on the scientist. Though it was obviously broken, no effort had been made to tend to it. Keziah laid on the ground; the only sound coming from her was her soft, labored breathing.
 
(Well unless anyone has something they really wanted to post for the night we are skipping to the next morning)

The morning dawned. That was all that could really be said for it. If not for her own internal clock and the fluorescent lights that flickered on at exactly 7:45 the morning would mesh together with the rest of the day markers, making even those with the best internal clocks hazy and confused. Breakfast was the first order of the day. Each tray of whatever mushy mess they planned on serving was carefully pushed through a small opening with the help of a long pole and two highly armed guards. Before she was captured Ceadra would have laughed at others need to consume so much food out of necessity but, now she forced down whatever concoction they gave her. Worried that, cut off from her powers as she was, if she did not find another source of energy she would quickly waste away. Perhaps one of the more positive points was that since they were not given very much time to eat they did not have to spend much time thikning over how horrible their meal was.

For soon, block by block the cages were opened. This was perhaps the most tense time of day. To make it a bit less so for the scientists the cages were only opened around ten at a time. At each of those ten had to be moved outside into the hard before the next groups' cages were opened. Ceadra always waited impatiently for her cage to open, stepping outside was the one bright point of her day, and she was at least thankful that her testing appeared to be scheduled a bit after they were let outside. As she moved by the rows of cages she worked hard to keep herself from breaking out into a run, runnings always spooked the guards, but, it was hard to prevent herself from bursting out into the yard freeing herself, however briefly, from the depressing confines of The Hall.
 
Being shot in the yard staying for hours I just wait in a corner as the rest of the inmates come out.. waiting for sanji or slade so he can throw his plan in their face .. he also waits to meet anyone else who knows about the plan .. or any new inmates
 
Sanji blinks as the harsh lights flicker on. "Ow." He didn't need sleep, he just needed to stay fed. Another glop of whatever-the-hell-they-decide-to-serve was pushed through the slot in his door, but his was mixed with blood. As he was finishing downing the glop, which to him had the consistency of stuffing, the cages began opening. He was in the fourth group to be let out. he shuffled into the hall and made his way towards the yard. He looked around at the others. He could understand why he was there, he fed off blood for Christ's sake. But the others, they was no real justification on their being in the facility. He didn't understand why he had let them take him- he could have easily killed and fed off of the scientists when they tried to take him. Ah, well, philosophy was for people who had the time to dwell on the past. He did not. when he got out into the yard, the familiarity and difference in the area comforted him. He felt the cool, dew covered grass on between his toes, the soft, morning sunlight strike his body. He took a deep breath. This would be the highlight of his day. The rest of it would be grueling and hot, most likely painful. Just as he was about to step further out into the yard, a guard grabbed his shoulder. "Random test." He chuckled sarcastically at that. "Random Sanji's left ass cheek." he went with the guard for another long, painful session of 'tests'.
 
Keziah woke up to the sound of doors opening. She coughed, spitting up some blood. Her throat hurt terribly and, even though she was starving, couldn't bring herself to eat the food. She tried to move her arm but as she did pain shot through it. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Fear clouded her eyes, and she brought her hand to the bandages around her throat. She felt the outline of her collar, which was under the bandages, along with a few other bump that she figured were stitches. Tears coming to her eyes, she opened her mouth in an effort to speak, but only a faint gurgling came out. 'H-he took my voice,' she realized. Her face felt tight under the dried blood and she stumbled to the sink to wash it off. Rubbing water on her face and in her hair, she tried to wash away the blood. She touched her neck and looked to the floor sadly. 'If I could use my powers I might be able to fix this,' she told herself. When her hand went over her collar she felt something. 'A cut?' Her collar must have been damaged during the experiment. A slight sense of hope made her eyes light up. "Hey, hurry up, we don't have all day!" The guard by her door yelled at her. Cradling her broken arm gently, she walked out of her cage and followed the other inmates out to the yard.
 
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Slade sat on a branch waiting for the scientists to leave for they're break before he could start let people know how they were getting out of there. Slade smiled at what seemed to be a stick from a far. It was actually a key the he had dwindled and crafted to, not take off the collars, but to disable them. He grasped it, partially hiding it so the scientists wouldn't notice it. They were dumb to leave a big-ass tree in the middle of the yard.

Slade signaled to a few people to gather everyone around. He smirked as he noticed his escape plan coming into action successfully. He was satisfied so far, but only time would tell how good this whole plan would turn out. He crossed his fingers hoping he could escape with the rest of his "different" companions.
 
One of the worst parts of this job was that if somebody didn't show up, the night guards would have to stay. As such, Jacob was ordered to stay for at least the first shift. He was ordered to watch the yard, which was somewhat interesting. He was armed with a tazer and his gun, and his basic job was to walk the perimeter, try not to let any of the prisoners get too close and watch for any "suspicious" activities. It was easily one of the most dangerous jobs, as there was nothing between him and the prisoners but his own weapons and how quick he could get away. There were guards in the towers surrounding the yard of course, and that was why the ground guards were ordered to stay close to the fence, to help prevent magical beings from getting behind them.

This was the first time he had been in the yard, and he watched everything, wondering what was "suspicious". There was one male sitting in the tree, gesturing at people, a female who looked in pain standing there, and the female he had been speaking to the night before, as well as a multitude of other beings. He was the only guard on this side of the yard, another was on the far side, and the tower guards first mission was to protect the ground guards, but it was still nerve wracking. Was it suspicious that the male in the tree was waving people over to him? Was he supposed to go over there and listen to what was being talked about? But then he wouldn't have his back to the fence...this was confusing.
 
The sun, even though it was still only the week morning rays, was refreshing, for many of the prisoners it was actually when they were most at ease. Then there were the others who used the time to rethink things, contemplate what they were going to do and clear their mind from the fog of the night before. It appeared Slade was one of those people as he was gesturing for all of the people that had joined in the conversation from the night before to gather close round the tree he was sitting in. Slowly Ceadra made her way closer, it would not do to appear rushed, nervous, or anything else that would tip off the guards. Glancing around to check where the guards were stationed she was surprised to see that the same guard she had talked to the night before was leaning tensely against one of the walls. Catching his eye she gave him a half smile and even a small wave. He had seemed friendly enough compared to most of the guards so she hoped that she could try and keep up that positive relation. But then looking away she spotted something that made the smile fall and a hard look come to her eyes.

She had spotted Keziah. Making her way over with long quick steps she stopped in front of the girl the look of concern on her face obvious.
"Damn they really did a number on you." Her voice was soft as she took in all of the damage her eyes ending up on the blood stained bandage around her throat. "They didn't." By the way she said it, it was obvious she had little doubt of what they did she was simply using the statement to show how she felt about the matter. With a heavy sigh she gestured for the girl to follow her, she would try and set that arm of hers while they listen to what Slade had planned. Making their way over to the tree she sat down with a huff against the base of the tree and patted the ground next to her indicating where Keziah she sit. Looking around once again she noticed Sanji being taken away and she stated in a sad tired voice "One of the members might be a bit late for the meeting." She sparred only a quick glance up at Slade, with all of the guards watching them she didn't want it to look like they were really planning anything, the more the guards believed they were just seeking shelter under the shelter of the tree the better.
 
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