And out of everything which occurred after the Lead Scientist gave them their orders, perhaps Red surprised him the most. Stepping forward, he was willing to take it all upon himself, to shoulder the burden of the horrendous act which they were supposed to be inflicting upon these terrified men which had escaped a prison, simply to suddenly face death row of a nightmare. Red wanted to fry them all into absolute nothingness, obliterating them from the face of the earth. It would be quick, merciful, and save the rest of them from having to do such a heinous act. But it would also be horrible to watch, and certainly horrible for Red to live with. Simply looking into the eyes of the man whom Orange had chosen would no doubt prove that most of these men were scared shitless, and feared for their lives in this unknown world which they had found themselves thrust into. Or rather, mistakenly forced their way into. Regardless, their mistake would turn them into radioactive dust if Red had his way, incinerated into nothing.
A thought crossed his mind as he considered what Red was doing. Orange was going to take a physical approach and Red wanted to simply blast them to oblivion. Both of which would be disturbing to watch and difficult to endure. But there was another method, he mused to himself. One which wouldn't be quite as painful to the prisoners and wouldn't scar the younger members for life. It came upon him with such a sudden and drastic realization that for a moment he was startled by the epiphany. It was simply a stroke of genius and with a second of further thought, he realized it was a course of action that would change the game and the way the others viewed him from then on.
The prisoners, he realized, were scared beyond measure. They were prepared for death, though he doubted any of them truly wanted it. Some of them perhaps had been prepared for it long before they had even escaped. And despite the fact that they had discovered a moment of freedom, they no doubt knew their lives were forfeit. The order from the head scientist had been loud and clear, and they knew there was nothing they could do to change it. No matter how they willed to continue living, they had to know the end was now. No doubt, they were resigned to their fate. It was on their minds, already becoming part of the last fabric of their being. It wouldn't take too much to persuade them to go the final way to the brink which already spread before them.
Stepping forward, his booted feet resounding clearly upon the hard floor beneath him, he released his grip upon the Daito he had been holding and allowed it to clatter to the ground, the dull clunk of the wooden training device ringing out with a hollow clatter. He moved past Green and Brown, casting a glance towards Brown which brooked no defiance to his actions. His jaws tightened, eyes intense, brows slightly furrowed, he shook his head and simply walked around the man. Now was not the time for defiance. In the end, ultimately, it would do none of them any good. He moved around them and onward past Red, his steps taking him around the bulky metal form of the young kid. "You're all acting like fools," he said aloud as he passed them, not bothering to look back. "Such compassion towards those who hold no regard for the law or human life." He rose his voice, speaking brazenly, more an outright act to inspire fear in the prisoners, and to further ensure that they knew there was no hope. Death had come. "They've threatened the Organization, they're a threat to our existance, and they've brought this upon themselves. Regardless of your pitiful attempts to spare their lives despite the fact they are of no use to us in any way, they will meet this fate be it by our hands or another!"
And finally, his destination reached, he came to stand at the left side of Orange, his right hand lifting and coming to a rest upon her shoulder. He gripped it firmly, even as he glanced down into the eyes of the man whom she had revealed, giving him a final look into the eyes of his demise. His face a grim mask, the specter of death, Blue forced himself to continue to allow his dark eyed gaze to hold the eyes of the man before him even though he dreaded what he was about to do. Leaning his head slightly towards Orange, he whispered into her ear. "Give me your strength," he hissed to her. "Lend me your power. I know you can."
Raising his left hand, he pointed at the prisoner which sat confined before him and the dark skinned girl at his right side, his eyes narrowing as the man squirmed beneath Orange's grip on him. He could feel his own energy building up within him, rising from the core of his being. His earlier weakness felt washed away with this onslaught of power which he brought forth, concentrating on this single moment to unleash the wave of fury which he kept built up inside of him and inspire fear into the hearts of their Masters. Let them see. Let them gaze upon what they created. And let them tremble upon the nightmare which they have unleashed.
A slight blue aura began to emanate around his figure as the energy built up inside of him, overflowing from the excess which he could not contain. It was the physical manifestation of his power, a simple light which gave him an almost ethereal appearance. And he could tell that this sudden and drastic change wrought a further fear in the grown man that sat before him. Here was a thing which had never been seen before by the eyes of mere mortals, a display of power which could only be described in the worlds of fantasy, not in the realm of reality. The gagged prisoner could scarcely suppress a scream of terror, muffled behind the cloth tied tightly around his mouth. The sound caught the attention of his fellows, which would only heighten the already growing fear within them. The time was fast approaching like a freight train, unstoppable, inevitable.
He felt a sudden change in the power flowing through him, a huge surge which welled up, boosting the already formidable power coursing through his veins. He knew then that Orange had acknowledged his request and complied with it. As her own ability enhanced his, he noticed that the orange aura which seeped into his blue one altered the appearance of his own, changing it to a deep shade of violet. The sheer amount of power flowing through him was exhilarating, filling him with a sense of ecstasy which he had never felt before. It was empowering, uplifting, and for a second he found it rather addicting. He didn't want it to end. But after a moment, he realized he'd have to unleash it or suffer the maddening consequences of too much power flowing through his mortal form.
"Prisoners," he said after a few seconds of allowing the power to build within him. He almost didn't recognize his voice. It seemed to come from far away, but was filled with such a tremendous amount of confidence and arrogance, matching the expression which had taken shape upon his face. He felt immortal, unstoppable, as though he were the very embodiment of a God. With such power coursing through him, who could claim otherwise? Seated upon his throne on high, he had come to judge these pitiful wretches before him and decree the final fate that would fall before them.
He waved his arm outwards in an arc to encompass them all, watching as his aura which had taken on the violet hue after being mixed with the orange light from the dark skinned girl at his side shroud each of the prisoners as his gesture was brought before them. Blue realized in the back of his mind that before he had needed to touch another in order to inspire them, and wondered how he had come to the realization that Orange's power enhancing his own would allow him to utilize his power at a distance instead. Ultimately, it really didn't matter. He felt a growing attachment to Orange as he felt her power boosting his own, as though they had forged a link through the combining of their aura's, effectively becoming one on a whole different level than had ever been experienced. That thought, too, faded from his mind as quickly as it had come. He had a job to do.
He drew in a sharp breath, the final moment before he would unleash the torrent of energy upon these poor souls before him. He had already "touched" them each with his power, he had instilled the fear in them that would already boost their growing awareness of the inevitable, and ultimately they should each have become resigned to their fate. And like the Emperors of old, in days long forgotten, he pronounced judgement in the moment of silence when all present were intently focused upon the single moment. "Die," he hissed, drawing out the word which he enunciated loud enough to be heard clear across the room.
Like a thunderclap racing out from a storm which had been brewing with fierce intensity, the Inspiration of Death which he unleashed upon the Prisoners from where he stood before them would race forth with an extreme potency that would be staggering to all who were present. It was a simple thing, really, to force the mind and body to react to that which it had already resigned itself to. His words and actions prior to the unleashing of the Inspiration would only serve to enhance it, his Empathy for the Prisoners giving him the realization of what he needed to do to push them to the brink, right where he needed them to Inspire them over the edge once and for all. And with the rush of the Inspiration invading their minds, their bodies and minds should react almost instantly, their will to live sapped from the very core of their souls. And with the destruction of that will forced with the key word "Die", their minds and bodies should follow, shutting down with such an intensity that they wouldn't even realize what would happen. They would simply obey, influenced to give that last thread of life that held them bound to this world. And it would be such a quiet and peaceful thing, their bodies slumping forward against their bonds as the sweet bliss of death stole over them. To any unaware of what was going on, it would seem as though they had suddenly, simply, fell into a deep sleep.
But Blue wouldn't be conscious long enough to be able to see the impact of what he had wrought upon the prisoners. Once the power was unleashed from his form, he felt every fiber of his being screaming out for mercy. He swiftly went from a God on high to a soul ripped from the world and cast into the abyss. He felt every last bit of energy surge from him even as the blackness overcame him, his aura dissipating from around him as his vision blurred and everything around him swirled into nothingness. He felt his grip on Orange waver, his strength once more flee his limbs as it had earlier. And the last thing which crossed his mind before he collapsed was the view of Orange's face as it had been earlier when he had Inspired her to Understand, her mask momentarily slipping and giving him a view of what lay within.
