The Cascading Home for Special Children

Right before Brock lost consciousness he looked at Izoi's tank at the corner of his eye. "M-me...too..." he said.
 
The chains were rattling His binds were shaking. He was meditating. His binds shook and suddenly. shackles broke loose. Blades protruded out of almost every part of his body. certain binds wouldn't break. He went up to his face. The metal blindfold had snapped off. The swords went back in. His eyes were still closed as well. He looked to the cell on his right. Suddenly he had an idea. What if the bars could only work for one person at a time? He went to the bars A black thick heavy sword appeared in his hand. He swung the sword. It bent the bars. It was a very blunt sword. He worked on the other and slipped through. He looked at the girl with silver hair. Why was she so wet? He went to the bars in front of him and slammed the sword there. He had escaped. He wet his dry chapped lips. And in a sort of deep voice. "Now.... Where are they?" It was the first time he spoke. And he was focused on getting those two from earlier out of where they are now. And he made sure nothing would stop him.
 
Izoi softly sighed as she heard Brock's voice fade away, knowing she was now consciously alone. She closed her eyes fully, relaxing in the tube of green liquid and taking in deep breaths. "I hate being alone....."
 
Guards lay unconscious or body in his wake. Where were they? He opened doors only to find more guards and spend more of his time fighting.He was tired now. But he knew he would find those two eventually. He held out a hand and swords shot out from his hand. They stabbed through another metal door. The blades locked in place and he ripped the door off of it's hinges. He saw a figure lying in some capsule of green liquid. He just couldn't make it out. "Hey um is anyone here?" Ofcourse. Guards look up and go to get him and of course he is stuck in there fighting them all.
 
Izoi opened her eyes and looked over to the doors as they were ripped of of their hinges, seeing a boy. She then was barely able to look to the unconscious Brock behind her, looking to his straps. She looked back to the boy who had barged in, watching him fight guards off. She put her hands on the glass, hoping he could fight all of the guards off and rescue both her and Brock.
 
His yellow silver eyes turned completely silver. He was like a living blade. He cut through people in graceful strides. He was hit with night sticks, fists, and they even tried to gaze him. He refused to go down. He saw the hand print on the tube. It was that girl. Then that means the big guy was close by. He got hit again. He couldn't afford to waist anytime. The blades went back in his body and a black sword appeared in his hand. On one side it was razor sharp and finely tuned. On the other side it was like a saw. This was his strongest sword. It also gave him a much faster mobility. He dashed through groups. Cutting night sticks and all. He kicked another guy down. He looked around. No one left. His swords shattered and disappeared. He was taking deep breaths. He walked to the capsule like thing. He made a motion of grabbing a sword from his waist and swung his hand. The side of the contraption had a clean cut. And it spread into a late enough shape for the green liquid to spew out and for the girl to escape. He looked around. Now where was the big guy?
 
Izoi watched the battle in interest, watching as he cut each guard down with ease. She took in deep breaths through the mask as he walked over to the cage, sighing softly as she felt the liquid flow out of the tube. She was kneeling in it as she pulled the needles from her arms, then looking up at the boy. She crawled out of the tube, the white dress she was wearing surprisingly not even damp. She curtsied slightly before turning and going to the other side of the room, walking up to the object Brock was strapped onto. She slipped off all of the straps, looking down at his unconscious form.
 
He looked at her doing so. When did she have wings? He never noticed them before. or did he just not realize he saw them? Those two were a spectacle. They got into so much trouble since he got here. That other guy especially. They struck interest in him. He just nodded and waved his farewell. He trusted that they could escape. So he walked away. He wasn't intent on leaving. Not yet.
 
Izoi picked up Brock to the best of her ability, wrapping his arm around her neck and then slowly dragging him along towards what she remembered was the exit. She saw many bloody bodies along the way, holding her breath as she stepped over each one and almost throwing up several times. She stopped once she got to the large metal doors that would allow them freedom, looking to the keypad beside the door. It was then that an alarm suddenly went off, making her flinch. The announcement that echoed through the asylum like place rang in her ears. "Several experiments have escaped. All back-up is required.""
 
He was in the main control room. There was a man switching between cameras trying to find the escaped projects. Little did he know that he had one right behind him. Him jammed his sword into the power box for the control room and the screens shut off. The man got up and was about to shout at me as if i was one of the guards until he realized i was one of the escaped ones. I barely touched him with my sword and a static vault of electricity sent him flying. he sliced up the monitors and destroyed it all beyond repair. Before he did this he had opened all the cages. and was going down to the bottom. He would make sure this place would never take other teens and children in like this ever again. Or he would die trying.
 
It felt as though she had been sleeping for weeks, when she had only just fallen into a restless slumber in her cage. She started to slowly move her limbs, trying to regain feeling and control over her body. As the haze wore off, she took in her surroundings. She was no longer in the cage, but rather a stark white room with a mirror and an automatic door. She was chained to a seat in the center of the room, directly under a drop light. Confusion set in as she wondered how the hell she got there in the first place.
Suddenly, two guards entered and took station at the door while another man entered. He was holding a needle filled with a black liquid. He spoke to himself as if she wasn't there in the room with him, the other end of the conversation coming though to the man by a small device in his ear. Almost immediately after his entrance, the man was still speaking, but she saw only the movement of his lips. A soft, urgent voice suddenly filled her head. It was urging her to escape, that it was not safe in this place. The voice then assaulted her with violent images of other children from the institution. Children being tested on repeatedly, experimented with. It was like a flash of images, as if she were remembering the events as they happened to these poor kids. The last image the voice showed her was one of a small boy in this very room. He was seated much like she was, and being injected with the black liquid. The solid beep of the heart monitor to which he was hooked up to made her heart stop and she was thrown back into the reality of her position with a gasp for air.
The lights began to flicker violently as an alarm sounded notifying the entire building of some escaped subjects. Jessa felt her breath leave her lungs in a sigh of relief as the man dropped what he was doing and approached the mirror, speaking in thinly veiled fury. The glass seemed to shimmer before changing completely, no longer a mirror but a window. She could make out what seemed to be a battle, guards falling one after the other as a boy swung a sword as if he were dancing, completely unfazed by their attacks. The man ordered the two guards inside the white room to secure the door so he could finish her off. Jessa could only scream and struggle against the chains as he smiled at her in a cruel manner, needle in hand.
 
He paused. He thought he heard a scream. he ran to where he last heard it. A door? He put his hand to it. There were four people in there.and one of them was strapped down. He focused. Now this is where he was best at. he put his hand to the ground and sword flew out stabbing the guards from the inside of the room. He held out his hand. The swords pierced the door, then more swords grew out of them. He pulled outward and another door was ripped of it's hinges. He looked at the man with the needle. "I don't think you want to do that." He put his hand on the ground. A sword flew out of the wall piercing the needle and bringing it away from him. he then stood up and flexed his arm and the sword slid, it pushed the man to the wall and more words slid out of the wall putting him in place and if he moved an inch he would be cut. Then another sword slid out the ground and aimed at the main vein in his throat. "Now I'm guessing your one of the top dogs in here. So start talking. Where are they? Where are the younger children?"
 
Jessa went completely still, closing her eyes in defeat and accepting what was to come. But nothing happened. She opened her eyes and watched in horror as the guards were killed effortlessly, falling in bloody mounds to the floor with a final thump. The man who had been set to kill her swore as he spun around to face the boy who now held control of the room. "You trying to play hero, young man?" He sneered bitterly, though he almost looked amused. "You can kill me if you like, but I won't tell you a thing. We've worked too hard, and come much too far to lose it all because some brats decide they want to save the day." He finished with a smug smile. Jessa thought the man must have been insane, the boy with the swords could easily kill him and he didn't seem to mind a bit. It was at that moment the small boy's voice filled her head again, and she screamed in agony as the restraining crystal below her eye shattered as her power was much to strong to control now. Whatever experiments they had done had amplified her abilities. Her left eye lost it's amber color and it turned a bright lavender much like her hair. "T-the kids...they're hiding them i-in chambers one fl-floor down." She said breathlessly as the boy showed her images of the other younger subjects. "There aren't m-many...they do the m-more risky testing on th-the weaker ones. M-most don't survive." She glared at the man who stared back at her equal parts disgusted and shocked. She pulled and fought the straps until finally they fell from her wrists and ankles, leaving bleeding welts in their wake. "That's...you people are sick." She said quietly, shaking her head as her different colored eyes filled with tears she wouldn't shed.
 
Brock woke up slowly. "Wh-what's going on?" he said. He saw Izoi carrying him and he immediately smiled. He then noticed sirens and rushing. He started waking up more. "I-Izoi?" he asked. He took a deep breath and in a stern completely conscious voice he said "put me down." Brock didn't know what happened to him back in that room, but he felt l like he had control of that green thing he turned into earlier. He just didn't know what to do to turn into it again. He would figure it out...he would. He noticed the man who looked scared as all hell, and Brock immediately smiled. He looked at everyone who has escaped. "...Now I missed somethin...." he said with a rather calm face yet silly face.
 
He looked at the girl amazed. and then slowly he looked back at the man. "Oh by the way. I am not a hero. Not even close." The man screamed in pain. Swords were coming out of the wall and ground. Stabbing threw his feet going up his leg, Blades slowly stabbed him in the back avoiding major arteries but stabbing all the minor ones. He flicked his hand and they slowly started to move around. He was shielding this from the girls eyes. He walked to her, and pushed her out not letting her see. "Don't look keep moving. Go to the exit the others are probably waiting there." He shoved her away then spread his palm as blade came out at an angle. they started to spin quickly. It was like a drill except when it hit the ground blades came up surrounding me and span. It cut through the ground and he fell. Landing just in front of all the cells. He landed on a few guards. He started unhooking thinks and tearing up cells. Kids ran. He was going to try to find every child and try to keep them from anymore torture. He wasn't a hero. He was a monster with a heart of gold.
 
Felicia woke to the sound of sirens. She looked through the bars of her cage and noticed that several crates around her were empty.
"Several experiments have escaped..." a voice over a loud speaker announced.
I see... so they've managed to leave. She thought before trying to sit up. She was a little wobbly at first, but the after affects of her first testing had worn off over the period of her rest.
Her fox ears twitched and she listened to the sound of quick foot steps turn down a hallway. Other than those men (five by her count) she heard nor smelled anyone else coming her way. She closed her eyes.
Think small.
She nudged her head through the bars, then her shoulders. Within a few seconds she had gotten to the ground. She had turned full-fox, her paws lightly padding against the concrete floor.
 
Jessa let him push her out of the room, trying to block out the man's anguished and painful yells as he died ever so slowly. She didn't quite understand who this boy was, or what kind of power it was that he possessed, but she knew he wasn't evil. She watched him disappear through the floor, hearing him tell her to find the exit. She took in her surroundings, all the dead guards scattered around the room and finally spotted an exit. She rushed for it, taking the steps two at a time and ignoring the pain in her muscles. Whatever they'd used to drug her was still in her system, but she had to keep going. She'd only just made it up to the main floor when a searing pain knocked her to her knees. She was overcome with a need to return, to get something she left behind. Belatedly, she realized it was the small boy's emotions she was feeling. He hadn't crossed over, which meant there was still something he needed her to do. She took deep breaths, and let the images he was showing wash over her. She seen another boy, identical to this one, strapped in a room on the last floor. Her boy showed her how to get there, and she only hesitated momentarily before taking off back down the steps.
Upon arrival to the last floor, she was greeted by the torn corpses of the guards and figured the silver eyed boy had already been here. Still, the small boy urged her to continue. She stayed out of sight, hoping there were no survivors left. Finally, she reached the last corner. There was a lone guard standing in front of the door. She couldn't fight him herself, but she needed to save the other child. Looking around frantically, she found the sharp end of a broken pole and grabbed it with shaking hands. She took a calming breath, and mustered all her strength. She shot around the corner faster than she expected, and swung out with her weapon. She felt more than heard the impact, staring in horror as the man fell to the ground with the spike coming from his side. She grabbed his ID and swiped it, and the doors flew open to reveal the child. She rushed to him, pulled all of the tubes out of him and freed him from his straps. But still he didn't move. She felt her boy's spirit materialize next to his brother and by the look on his face she knew they had been too late. She closed his eyes and turned away to leave the room, not staying to watch the two spirits cross over together. She only just made it around the corner before her legs couldn't carry her any longer. She cursed the stupid sedatives they had given her, wondering why they were still affecting her. She was struggling back up when she heard someone coming behind her, and she found the burst of adrenaline she'd been needing and bolted around another corner, ducking into what looked to be a closet. She held a hand to her mouth to muffle her breath and hoped whoever it was hadn't seen her.
 
He had been right behind her when she dashed away. What the hell? Does no one know how to listen anymore? He sighed and followed her trail. It wasn't hard to find her amidst all the carnage. She left tracks in the dust and in the blood. He followed It all the way to the closet. He knew she was trying to stay quiet. It wasn't hard to hear her though. He reached out and grabbed her by the arm. He pulled her out and plucked her forehead. "What the hell? Do you not know what 'go to the exit' means? Don't tell me anything. Just come on." He jerked her along reaching the exit he put her mixed in with everyone else then went back down. Fucking hardheads. He went back down. Time to start the countdown.
 
"....Where you need to be."
"It'll be good for you. Until we come back."
The folds of a red cloak were pulled down. The creature garbed underneath the red silken hood looked down into the soft, young face of her only son. His silvery eyes were full of shyness and curiousity of the place. She hadn't the strangest idea what the owners would do. And she had no reason to question otherwise.
The lobby- it seemed so warm and comforting. With its blanked floors and familair creeking when a step applied to them, the scent of many other kids his age wafting the area, why, how in the name of the Paru would they have known what was waiting behind the smiles and the metal doors?
He had no idea, either, of why he was put here. He looked as all his other silver furred, wide eared kind had. With his curious pupils and open, but a tad timid smile, he was set apart from the usually rambunctious and voilent kids. He'd thought that was good. Good kids didn't tear open their father's best cushiosn and pretend the stuffing was guts. Or roll mother's best robes in the garden, where the large creatures of the base would snort through them and spread mucus on the spotless silks.
He never thought this would become of him, in the end. And how he deserved this.
Tiny fingers in tattered mittens scratched the cold stone floor to trace small dust motes dancing from a slice of light racing udnerneath the narrow door space. The wide silver eyes that had watered a bit when his Ama touched him one last time, right underneath his silvery white chin, before parting out the sunny path door- they stared fruitlessly past the space between floor and the reinforced door. He recalled his father's rough clip to his ears, reminding him to be a good cub while he stayed here.
Here....
Didn't they know he had nothing wrong with him? Didn't they know he was good? Why did it come to this?
Why?
 
Sinderi was brought in the lobby, her ears immediately picked up the sound of some sort of alarm although the room had to be isolated quite well. However she didn't react almost following the man in the black cloak in a trance. Her eyes didn't focus on anything, staring blankly at the cold floor. She was already bound by sheckles heavy chains connecting her wrists to the ring on the back of the sheckle around her neck. When the forms were filled she noticed a trace of nervousness in the man behind the desk. Shewas escorted to the door by atleast three men but she didn't look at them maybe that sheckle was what kept her calm and willing to obey. The scent of fear and pain was hanging in the air somewhere deep inside she enjoyed it but that feling didn't get the space to unfold into something bigger. She did not speak and the men simply walked besides her and one behind her. The alarms screamed in her ears but her mind kept blank even when she was pushed into her cage. It didn't matter to her so it seemed. The cage locked and she watched with dead eyes as the men left. She could smell the faint traces of blood, she had heard them joking about giving her the number 666.... It would suit her they had said.... Eventhough the alarm kept screaming in her ears she remained calm, silent and motionless in her cage. It was somewhat strange that she was so willing to do what those men wanted for her not giving the slightest sign of resistance, but she knew that once the sheckle aorund her neck would break she would do whatever needed to fight. Slowly she looked at the other cages, she knew something had been in there not long ago but from those people was no sign the only thing that happened was some guards running past her cage, one of them stopped and she stared right through him untilthe other guard yelled at the man which wanted to open her cage/. "We will test her later, we need to get those kids back first. " "I understand. " So that was what was going to happen, test her but on what? Why? For now she didn't care she needed her energy for when that damn sheckle would come off....
 
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