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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa on August 06, 2014, 02:21:16 AM
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The nation of Iara was relatively small compared to the rest of the planet's other powerful nations. It specialised in mineral exports and it's population was made up largely of miners and mages. The great Iaran Academy of Scriptures was world renown for producing high grade mages and, curiously, priests. It was also no secret that of all the countries devoted to their gods, Iara was the most strict about it.
In the end, the bigger nation of Shazul became tired of Iara's posturing. The great Shazulian Kingdom declared war on Iara.
It was a bloody war. A lot of civilians died. More were scarred for life. The Iaran military proposed a way out for the tiny and wounded nation. All it would take, they said, was a generation of children who would be taken, raised and nurtured to their full potential in Area 3-9-4. No information was disclosed as to what would happen to the young children or even where Area 3-9-4 was. The only things that were really said were that the MAGIS program would save Iara from complete and utter destruction. That promise alone fuelled the people's willingness to surrender their children.
Those that refused would never realise how lucky their decisions were...
Area 3-9-4; A-wing.
The MAGIS program had been proposed and headed both by a Dr. Scamandro, an upstanding lion man with a nearly trimmed mane, well brushed fur and a fine suit. He strode along the whitewashed corridors of Area 3-9-4's A-wing. He tapped a message to a squad of guards attached to B-wing where #52 would be transferred to Central for testing. A lot was on his mind. One of these things was experiment #3. The whole of A-wing was lit from every angle so as to avoid any containment breaches. The effects of the type X and type F procedures had left #3 with the ability to shadow-blend. As such measures had needed to be taken to ensure the safety of the staff.
The shadow blending technique was a rarity among even the Iaran military's vast Mage division although it was not altogether unheard of. What was unheard if was #3's ability to execute the ability at will. With apparent ease no less. Further testing would be required - the MAGIS program's end result would benefit from such abilities without need of a lengthy cast.
Irregular footfalls became apparent as Dr. Scamandro finished distributing orders to a B-wing squad. The footfalls were the three guard escort assigned primarily to #3. The squad halted at a raised hand from the man. He leaned down and inspected the experiment's face. With a dispassionate expression but an eerily fatherly tone, the doctor asked:
"How are you feeling today, number three?"
Area 3-9-4; B-wing.
Two soldiers stood on either side of the door, their rifles held ready. A third guard opened the door and glanced at the red apparition before him.
"We've got some work for you. Please step out of the cell." The soldier's voice was in monotone. This was all standard experiment escort procedure. "We have orders to shoot you if you disobey any orders...so don't try anything stupid. Once we arrive at the testing area just follow the instructions over the intercom and you'll probably be fine,"
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As the red apperation looked at the soldier small red gloublets dripping from his long jagged teeth he finally stood up and said with a snake-like hiss "Yessss....i Ssshall follow you with great Hesitance"He began walking toward's his captor
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#3 was awoken to a man standing over him this man talking to him with a type of ownership that #3 would not stand for much longer. He didn't like waking in strange the strange place he was brought but he knew why it was his strange ability to harness the shadows power and use them effectively although he believed he was locked up because they where afraid of his power. The mans name was Dr. Scamandro and every day he would be awoken to him asking "How are you feeling today, number three?" #3 always hated that question but every day he would answer the same "I feel like hiding in the shadows" and every time the doctor would laugh
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Writer sat quietly in his sound proofed room, looking around slowly till he was looking at the door. Having laid down on his back to be able to see it he wasn't in any hurry to move when the door unlocked and opened, a vaguely familiar guard walking in and looking down at him.
"you haven't got any training on till later today, I brought you something to eat before your supposed to go practice."
Without a sound he slowly sat up and held out his arms, taking one of two trays of food and nodding with a smile. The guard sat down, having learnt that the nod meant he was aloud to sit down and eat in the small room. Writer liking the company, and the guard getting to take a short break and eat near the end of his shift.
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Dr. Scamandro scrutinised every detail in the slightly limp #3's body. Every time his answer conveyed the same desire. If that desire proved a side effect of his powers then a remedy for such a wanting might need be developed. The doctor asked a new question this time:
"Is that what you really want?" A pause. Then the usual response. "Worry not. You can have all the shadows you want in this next test."
The clicker responded as both the escorted experiment and the head if the MAGIS project went their separate ways. Regardless of #3's wanting a remedy would be developed. Such powerful desire might interfere with the recueval of orders. And such flaws were not acceptable in the final product. The final product...
They were nicknamed the Zero Numbers. Unlike the likes of #3, the Zero Numbers were almost complete. As it stood Number Zero Three - #0-3 - most closely resembled the desired product. All that were left in store for that one were the cognitive type tests...
Such thoughts were not to be had, so mused Dr. Scamandro as he neared the end of A-wing. The empathic and telepathic types might catch wind of MAGIS' purpose.
PURPOSE... The intense pressure from that word drove thought temporarily from Dr. Scamandro's mind. He rose the clicker to his mouth and hit a button.
"Level One, Type six containment breach in A-wing. All available units revise the situation immediately." It seemed #46 was restless. #46...the flawed telepathic. After it's next test there would no longer be reason to keep it alive.
Soldiers rushed to the scene as Scamandro made off to the ring of labs located around Central. It was nearly time to release #0-6 from its development tank and begin testing. In all reality #0-6 was just an extra. The closest to perfection was his predecessor, #0-5. However so long as variables remained unexplored the MAGIS researchers were to probe until no data remained unknown.
Dr. Scamandro entered the labs and sat in his chair opposite #0-6's tank. The masculine and unclothed body floated in the middle of the orange tank of liquid. Occasionally bubbles would rise from its nose. It had taken three years to culture the frame of this potentially soon-to-be Combat Mage. It's development had been faster than #0-1's, which had taken eight years. How far science had come. Soon Iara would be free. Who knew? Perhaps more. And Scamandro would be the head of it all...
Area 9-0-3, Central, Test Chamber 13
The three guards escorting the shadow blending experiment halted before a large armoured door and aimed squarely at the experiment. The light levels were not as extensive as the wing but nonetheless were within tolerances - the faint shadows apparently caused #3 physical pain when entered and it was easily spotted when in them.
The heavy chamber lock opened and the experiment was forced inside under threat of death. Like always, #3 was herded through the three door locking system, each door opening only after the others were tightly sealed, until the testing chamber was in sight.
"Subject number three. Before you is a reconstruction of a typical residential area. Your task is to eliminate the six prisoners sealed in with you. Each is armed with a nine millimetre handgun and a bright torch attached to the end. You have one hour to complete the task. Failure will result in death."
Area 9-0-3, Central, Test Chamber 36.
#52 arrived in his test chamber in a similar manner to that of #3's, way on the other side of Central. His test was the same and was announced in a similar manner.
Area 9-0-3, Central, laboratories.
Scamandro gazed dispassionately at the monitors. These two and the other experiment - the one that used sound - would provide the last data required before number Zero Six was completed and awakened for the first time. If the experiments did well, their genes would be sampled, synthesised, and added to the Zero experiments. Then the final product would be made, tested, altered if nessecary and mass-produced. The first lot if experiments would be culled, of course, to make room. Dr. Scamandro and #0-6's assigned monitors looked on..,
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As Edgar Screeched loudly he sprinted toward's the nearest prisoner,he easily amputate's the prisoners gun hand before beheading him,he then fuses the squirting blood into his body,spikes form on his chest before gunfire flies into him,Edgar roar's in pain before takling another prisoner and biting into his face he sprint's to a prisoner about to shoot and impale's him with his knife hand a prisoner grabs edgar by the neck,before he can pull the torch trigger Edgar throw's him and proceeds to stab him in the heart absorbing his blood and throwing him into his fellow prisoner and grab's the incapacitated man and slit's his throat,spraying blood on the wall,the last prisoner shoots edgar four times,edgar begins to weaken and the prisoner walks up ro him and kick him before he aims the gun at edgar's head,edgar spits blood in his face and slices his gun out of his hand before kneecaping the prisoner and put's the blade up to his neck,he think awhile before saying "i'll see you in hell" he behead's the prisoner before he kneel's to the blood taking time to heal his wound's
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#3 stood and followed the guards down the extremely well lit hallways in complete silence.. Silence it's what the shadows sound like he loved it, it gave him a slight indulgence to his addiction of wielding this dark power... They got to the large door and the first thing that passed through #3's mind was testing. Testing was never good for #3 one time he just sank into the shadows and stayed for hours and other times he would use the power of the shadows to obliterate anybody in his path so to be honest testing was always quite risky for #3 luckily for the men testing him he hadn't figured out that the walls were not able to keep him within
He enters the testing room and instantly he closes his eyes and absorbs the nearest shadow then listens to the test rules he is told to kill nine others armed with nine millimeters with torches on the bottom "**censor**"
#3 starts to walk through the small town casually then senses the first enemies shadow he then makes the enemies shadow pick him up and repeatedly smash him against the nearest wall caving in the mans rib cage and breaking his skull he drops the man leaving a large blood stain on the wall and a puddle forming under him quickly another one turns the corner seeing his comrade crippled and dead laying in the puddle of blood foolishly he runs up to the fallen man then #3 comes up out of the living prisoners shadow silently then breaks his neck with ease the veins in his arms pitch black he drops that mans body as three rounds fly through his body he turns around and sprints at the man two more shots hitting him #3 grabs the man by the neck then turns his free arm into a shadowed image of his arm he forces it through the mans chest then a scream rings out as #3's hand swims through his organs and grabs his heart like that in an instant all of his veins turn black #3 drops the man and watches him twitch and die slowly #3 laughs then starts walking around again looking through windows often just then three men come out into the open all aimed on #3
Three smirks evilly and let's three streams of pitch black fly towards his enemies they fly into the others mouths still flowing you can tell that their stomach areas where expanding rapidly until a large bursting sound is heard and the men explode leaving guts and blood to decorate the buildings around him "three more"
#3 walks into a coffee shop and sees one prisoner's ears behind the counter he holds in a laugh and appears in that mans shadow #3 forces the mans mouth open and shoves his shadow arm down his throat then he begins turning him inside out #3 finishes this leaving a scary looking corps and a puddle of blood "who's next" he says as he walks out of the cafe
#3 spots his next victim running so #3 opens a shadow and watches the man fall half way in then #3 closes it leaving the prisoner cut in half bleeding out #3 laughs then just comes up through the last ones shadow pulling him down into it the hand calling for help through signals is the last anybody sees of the ninth prisoner #3 pops back up and destroys the shadow he pulled the man into still alive just in a never ending darkness "I'm done" #3 says casually
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Writer finished eating and looked over at the guard, watching him eat in silence. With a smile the guard offered him some of his own food which writer shook his head to turn down, pointing at the door instead.
"The door? You wanna go out? You know we're not supposed to let you out unless it's to take you to the core."
Writer sat there quietly, looking down a little. He turned around, putting his arms behind his back the as if waiting for his restraints, earning a sigh from the guard.
"Fine. After I'm finished I'll go get your restraints and we can go for a walk. But you have to behave, okay?"
Nodding happily he waited, letting the guard finish his breakfast then watching him leave. Unable to sit still while waiting for him to come back.
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Dr. Scamandro raised an eyebrow. Number #52 had dealt with his test exceptionally. He was apparently...healing. Not cleaning up after himself but actually fixing his wounds. And as for the performance of #3...his test had been altered and it had only taken him several seconds to eliminate the targets. It would be interesting to collect the data from a confrontation with actual soldiers...
That, however, would be wasteful. Furthermore it would encourage the Initial Experiment numbers to take bold actions against the Area's staff. Such insubordinate behaviour directly contradicted the purpose of MAGIS. He brought the clicker to his mouth and thumbed a number.
"Escort Wing B numbers 72, 74 and 107 to Central for testing." Another number was keyed in. "Subject numbers 3 and 52 require on the spot genetic extraction before reallocation to cell Wing A. A simple blood test will be fine. Exercise caution when testing #52."
He sat back. A few more hours and #0-6 would be active.
"Sir?" The least experienced overseer of #0-6's tank, Matsu, asked.
"Yes?"
"I...uh...about when we wake number -."
"No mistakes will be made." Dr. Scamandro snapped. "This will not be another near-containment breach as with the awakening of #0-4."
"Y...yes sir. I'm sorry, sir."
"Doubtless you are." Dr. Scamandro said with an air of finality. Matsu had been present bad active when #0-4 had been 'born' and he had forgotten to activate the relaxant. The zero number had broken free and had nearly caused a full blown breach. Nonetheless the nine-strong Nine Tailed Fox squadron had effectively subdued the rampaging experiment before any real harm could be done. But this time would not be a repeat of that mistake.
That at least, several months on, would be the closest thing the doctor would ever recall having truly believed. But he wasn't to know any of that, just yet...
In it's chamber #0-6 stirred. It dreamed - or at least, its brain was active. Having never seen anything before, not even colour, it's mind was a flurry of nondescript activity. The muted words it had on occasion perceived from within its tank repeated themselves endlessly in its mind. Had it been able to feel, it would not know how to feel about it's current state. But even such a simple thing as self awareness was but a fraction out of it's reach...
Again it stirred...
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Edgar looks at the Guard's flooding the chamber and he looks at the sky again the snake-like hiss overtakes his voice "Are you going to kill me?....."He sucks the last of the blood up and smiles,the jagged teeth in his mouth covering his mouth he stand's up and wipe's the fur,skin and blood off his knife hand,in blinding speed he stabs one of the dead bodies and says "This one need's to be juiced..."He sucks the seeping blood from the corpse and throws it into the ground squirting the blood everywhere saying "Ive had my filling"
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#3 listened to what the doctor had to say then sat down as if he hadn't just killed nine people, which if he was on the street would horrify people but he wasn't on the streets anymore he was in a test facility being treated like an animal, and he wouldn't be able to stand it much longer if they kept treating him and the others like this. To be honest he was on the brink of insanity and even he knew that.
The guards opened the large door that #3 had come in making large amounts of noise that could wake the dead, and for once #3 didn't sit in silence pondering his escape he said "hello"and was met with rifles well trained on his head,
"Stand up!" A guard barks at #3.
So he stands then gets poked in the back with the muzzle of a rifle signaling for him to walk or he'd be shot, they walked through the corridors near silent, #3 always loved having the guards surround him it made him feel dangerous and like a god but the guards didn't know that,
Eventually they reached a rather dim lit room with one chair inside and a large machine to draw blood next to it, not thinking one bit #3 walks into the room and readies himself for multiple intensely painful shots that would drain him of his blood and would ware him down.
In almost an instant the blood samples are taken leaving a burning pain in his arm, he stood back up shaking at his knees slightly then walks out being escorted back by the guards, they stop past a socializing area and tell #3 to stay in there for a while so he listened and sat then watching the men walk away, nobody else was in there so #3 made a small ball of shadows and started playing with it in silence.
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as the doctors grabbed a needle he say's "this will be interesting" A guard aims a rifle at edgar and readys his torch,the doctor sticks the needle and gets a large amount of a black goo with a red sheen the doctor looks at the needle and say's "Interesting blood sample #52....but please do NOT control it...i see trace's of admantite and we know you have a strong control over it" after multiple extraction's they take him to a socalization field and give him some chicken blood for entertainment,he lean's on a wall Admantite sticks to the wall,he begins solidifing the blood before bending it into a red star-shaped chunk
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Writer calmly stands with his arms crossed behind his back, facing away from the door as the guard walks back in with the restraints. Strapping the arm covers into place and following it with a muzzle and collar. The arm restraints cover his forearms and hands, stretching to his elbows, the muzzle keeping him from talking and the collar designed to talk for him.
He gets up and arches his back to stretch, looking around quietly and following the guard through the halls. He was upset that his walk was cut short by the announcement, following the guard through the recreation room and passed two other test subjects, avoiding eye contact as he quickly walked through the room and towards central.
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Dr. Scamandro decided to watch the blood extractions as well. All of the numbers were predictably compliant. As he flicked between monitors he paused as #3 walked between places. It's expression was not blank as it usually was. Was that a false feed? Or was there a smile upon the experiment's face? For the moment it mattered little.
"Sir!" The head of MAGIS turned and glanced at the officer carrying a phone. It was military HQ. he took the call. It lasted fifteen minutes. At the end the man delicately hung up and sat in silence. He was thinking hard. Eventually Matsu asked what was going on.
"The program is to finalise phase two." Shock shot through the room at this statement. All the other zero types had been woken after days of heavy lockdown. As if to unsettle the room more: "We are to gather the blood samples, have them gene spliced and active within #0-6's body by nightfall. In order to avoid disaster we must first flawlessly perform our roles. Secondly, all empath and telepathic types are to be eliminated. They will only serve to jeopardise our position at this point. Furthermore they serve no further purpose. These are out orders. Make it happen."
Dr. Scamandro stood and made to leave the area. He had things to prepare...
Area 3-9-4, Wing V
A well-built wolf with golden eyes and red fur stopped what he was doing and glanced at the others. He had a silky voice.
"Do you feel that?" The others stopped writing and solving puzzle toys and gazed at him.
"Not as likely so strongly as you, Zero-two." A beautiful female replied with a melodic voice. A black furred and, like the rest, golden eyed male responded.
"Just what is it you suggest we feel?" His tone was as dark as his fur. The red male paused and said:
"What I felt on the other occasions seven days before Zero-one and I met you, Zero-three and Zero-five."
"Then there are to be six of us?" Asked a snowy furred female.
"It would seem so. After all, Zero-two is seldom wrong in his perceptions."
"How many more of us shall be born?" Mused the third and last of the ladies.
"It matters not. What matters is obedience. All of us should be silent and continue with our tasks. Them perhaps we can move to the communal areas and interact with the raw materials."
"Raw materials? According to the dictionary that is a cruel way of referring to the primary test subjects."
"Guard your tongues. We've not been permitted such fanciful a thing as philosophical thought."
"Humph."
The Zero Numbers resumed their tasks in their large plain room...
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(I'm sorry for my out-of-order post, I just want to get an introductory one in so that I have my metaphorical foot down in this RP.)
Salfers Starnes was running. Behind him loomed a gigantic beast with blood in its eyes and death in its mind. He knew that he could only hold up for a few minutes longer before the monster would use its gigantic maw to devour him with- and he was quickly tiring. Ahead of him he could see nothing but a few scattered bushes, and far ahead a cliff. He had noticed it before, and hoped he was devoured before having to reach there, but it was much closer. Several hundred feet now, the monster still several in the other direction. He reached the cliff, took one look back, and jumped. He felt his speed increasing, the ground drawing nearer and nearer- and then he woke up.
"I already told you, no napping!"
Salf blinked a few times and groaned when he remembered where he was. Above him, one of the guards peered over him with a look of boredom and hatred.
"I'm sorry, it's really hard when you haven't had a decent sleep in over 50 hours!"
"I don't want to hear excuses, besides I don't make the rules, so it's pointless complaining to me. Anyways, you're needed at the central chamber, so get your lazy a** up and get going."
It wasn't as if Salf had much of a choice- a previous incident involving an old guard of his had led to the decree that he be chained to a guard at all times. Wherever they went, he had no choice but to follow. Together they got up; the guard took a key and opened the primary door, did a laser-cornea test for the second, and a thumb-print test for the third. A tired-looking guard resting against the entrance jumped up, startled, and, seeing who it was, joined in in escorting Salf to the center.
On the way, Salf felt the guards' contempt for him. Their suspicious looks, their hushed whispers. He often tried to joke to himself about how many days he had until he got a bullet to the head- not that it was much of a joke though. It was a very real danger, and he often thought about it in what little time he had for free thought. Which was almost never.
Something else that worried him was that, as far as he could tell, he had now power at all. All others he had heard of in the project had gained and learned their powers within weeks of starting the project, but after what seemed like months (he had lost count of the days) he was still about as sure of his power as he was when he joined. A failure most called him, one of his first guards and apparently somebody of power at the time, however, had insisted that their tests revealed him to instead be a late-bloomer. He likely since left, because it became clear to him that he was no longer favored in peoples' minds.
As they reached the end of the hall, the guard unchained Salf from him and put the open end of the chain on a reinforced steel ring attached to the wall- made especially for him.
"Now don't get any ideas of escaping or anything- you'll get killed before you reach the first line of our defenses." The guard motioned to his rifle.
Salf sighed and waited while the second guard inspected him for bacterial contamination- something found to interfere with MAGIS-acquired powers. He tugged at the steel collar a bit, letting them know he couldn't get out of it if he tried. However, he felt the subtle bending of the steel. It wasn't exactly a power, and he wasn't keen on letting anyone know it yet, but he had strength very high for that of even an adult. He had had it since birth, and it was likely the reason he was accepted. Even if they already knew he was strong, they couldn't have known how much, because if they had known that, there would be no doubt that his collar would be titanium at the least.
The guard's tool blinked green- he tapped a few buttons into it and left. The first guard motioned for him to wait.
And so he waited.
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((Here I come!)) Caspar growled slightly as the guard came in with a two litre bottle of water, the creaking door not doing his dehydration headache any good. "Drink it all down, I know your thirsty. You only get 2 glasses of water a day." The guard said as he unchained the teenage white lion's left paw, handing him the bottle. Caspar snatched it from him and began swallowing it in massive gulps, doing anything to quench his almost perpetual thirst. He finished it all quickly. "There." Caspar said with anger in his voice, the headache from his dehydration gone, but not his irritability. The Guard placed handcuffs around the lion's wrist, then he took out another pair, attaching one end to the chain that connected the first pair, the other end to his wrist. He half-dragged the cat along to the experiment room, where his handcuffs were taken off. "Ah, Number 107. Kindly look at your next test." The scientist said, gesturing to a handcuffed guard, who had been shortshackled to the floor, who was crying. "He almost let an experiment escape, again. He's become a liability to us, and since I want to see the effects of your water upon drowning someone, I want you to drown him. I don't care how, just make sure it isn't all over in two minutes. Observations take time to write." The scientist said. The glass partition between the lion and the ex-guard opened, Caspar advancing upon the guard. He placed his left paw on the guard's face, forcibly opening his mouth, he let the water flow in, the guard gurgling in the process, coughing up more and more water, Caspar's eyes glowing a bright blue as he forced the water in the guard's lungs to expand, forcing him to cough up more and more water, he then reduced it down and down to half it's size, allowing him to breathe again before resuming the torture, enjoying the guard pleas and cries. After about 5 minutes of bringing him to the brink of death and back again, he finally drowned him, water pouring out the man's nose and mouth in a stream. "Intriguing. I'll send him to the medical lab and wait for the result of the autopsy." The scientist said as Caspar was handcuffed and put back in his cell, the door closing.
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Several hours passed as Dr. Scamandro made the necessary preparations for the awakening of the final Zero number. He finished tinkering with each blood sample and loaded it into a specially designed cartridge. He paused as he inspected the blood-bender's sample. It was curiously active. After a long pause for consideration, perhaps longer than was warranted. Consequences or no the doctor loaded the sample into the final empty cartridge before loading each of the samples - including the water-bender and the late bloomer's samples collected earlier in the month - into a larger contraption. Mindful not to spike himself on any of it's sharper points Dr. Scamandro hurried it to central.
Everyone was in position. It was time.
The nasty looking device was inserted into the unawakened Zero number's tank. The modified blood samples were injected into the subject's body and the six string team assisting the process all began operating the machines which were keeping the suspended white wolf asleep. It kicked as it's body suddenly reacted to the pain if the needles and the first experiences of being alive that it could actively perceive. Relaxant, courtesy of a terrified Matsu, coursed through #0-6 as the blood samples did the same. The liquid in the tank drained away as Zero Six groggily opened his eyes. He just stood there as Dr. Scamandro removed the now empty sample injector.
Now began the two or so weeks required to educate the subject...
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As Edgar is taken back to his cell he scratches a quote into the wall (I never Feel pain....) He Sharpens his knife hand and looks at it contently before flicking his tounge in the air and standing up looking towards his door thinking about killing his first being,the screams of pain that flooded the test chamber before decapitating him
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#3 sat and watched the other test subject get taken away back to his cell, that meant #3 would be next he didn't care though actually he was rather pleased with him self, the guards walked into the small social field and told #3 to stand so he did so not asking a question,they surrounded him and took him central instead of his cell for some odd reason. But he wasn't to worried probably just another test then all of a sudden #3 laughed, remembering that he had spiked a few of his blood samples making sure that whoever received that blood would have a very bad day ending in their eternal sleep.
"What are we doing at central" one guard asked
"That's a good question" another chimed in
"I know why" said an unfamiliar voice before three muffled shots rang out #3 turned around and punched the strange man across the face a crunch was heard and that told #3 his jaw broke the man fell dropping his handgun. #3 smiled and picked up the handgun, many thoughts entered his mind when he picked up the weapon quickly #3 took a guards clothing and shoved the body's into a shadow #3 threw the clothing on and walked the corridors looking for other experiments.
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Writer and his guard were intercepted by another guard and quickly lead into a small room where his blood was taken before his test's. He didn't like it, they never took his blood before a test, always after. He kept quiet, not wanting to worry his already visually worried guard friend till after they were away from the other, more serious looking guard. Unfortunately he didn't get the chance, the larger guard dismissing his friend for the day and leading writer away, back towards his room instead of towards central for his tests.
The two turned a corner moments later, Writer instantly recognizing #3 in disguise from the times they'd passed in the rec room. The large guard not being so lucky kept walking, half dragging writer towards the other test subject.
"You there! why aren't you at your station?"
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Salf heard the alarms as soon as they went on. His remaining guard suddenly tensed, readied his rifle, glanced at Salf, and ran into another corridor. Soon, the intercom came on. subject #3 is loose at wing A- code C3. Capture it at all costs. A few guards rushed past now, carrying Tasers and containers of a smoke of some type attached to their backs.
However after the main group rushed by, a few subjects scattered here and there. Most of them he didn't know, but one he could tell was #59- he was known to have a rebellious personality and had led an escape attempt several weeks ago. However, his power was that anyone who inflicts pain upon him gets twice as much, so he remained alive. One of the subjects had taken one of the Tasers and was practicing his aim on #33, who fell to the floor, twitching.
Salf remained there while the group of seven, he counted, ran by. Most didn't give him a second glance, but one of the laggers, a rough-looking raccoon, #17 according to his jacket, noticed him. He was known through the facility as being one of the most ruthless subjects there. He could summon knives, something he had obviously been doing, judging by a blood-stained butcher's knife he was holding. One of the other subjects saw #17 and ran up ahead. With a flick of his wrist, #17 got out a silver dagger and sent it hurtling towards the other subject, who was impaled through the neck and collapsed to the ground face-first.
#17 came closer, holding up the butcher's knife. His face curving into a smile. His fur was spattered with dry blood spots, turning it from a dark grey to an almost dark crimson color. Bending over Salf, he whispered in a raspy voice, "Any last words, 72?" taking a chop at Salf's right arm. Salf, letting out a howl of pain, fell to the floor. Why can't I summon knives, or have any powers whatsoever? Why do I have to be the only one to never know my power before I die? As #17 aimed the knife for Salf's head, he gave a sudden shriek of pain, and threw the knife to the side. #17 fell to his knees, uttering a cry of pure agony, eyes rolling back. He uttered a final croaking sound and fell to the floor.
Salf looked around in bewilderment at what just happened, looking for who saved him, but there was nobody. He kicked at #17 to see if he was still alive, but he didn't move. Then, a guard doing routine sweeps of the wing saw the situation, dead #17 and all, and ran up to Salf.
"You there, #72. You've got a lot of explaining to do."
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107 heard the alarms, but didn't care. He'd let them kill each other off, no point in him wasting the little water he had. "Sounds like quite a party out there." He said grinning. Guards were trying to contain the situation, so Caspar went to bed. It had been ages since he last slept.
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The Zero numbers glanced up at the intercom fitted into their personal living chamber as it crackled into life. Their bored and golden eyes seemed to shimmer into life when dr. Scamandro himself explained the situation.
There had been a containment breach in wings A through to G. No less than three hundred and fifty primary experiments were suddenly and inexplicably out and rampaging.
The intercom shut off and the Zero numbers all liked at each other.
"Any theories?" Asked #0-5 as she scratched an itch on her knee.
"Only an explanation..." Number Zero Three grinned manically. Her power over Pure Darkness - stemming from the comparatively weaker subject #3's Shadow Blending abilities - allowed her to work in both shadows and absolute darkness.
"You did this?" Asked Zero four.
"Way to provide some entertainment..." Purred Zero Two. He toyed with a small cut in his hand.
"Needn't worry about working, though. My abilities can span the whole area in seconds. When everyone gets bored tell me and I'll shut the show down from here. Just like Scamandro wants."
The Zero numbers laughed, not knowing their actions to be cruel...
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Edgar watches as subject's scatter around he becomes angry,being stuck inside the cell having no other option's other then to wait after an hour edgar becomes fully enraged and begins filling the room with blood his appearance begin slowly changing tentacles appear on his back and his teeth sharpen and grow in length,his build grow's more muscular as armoured plates grow from his chest,his knife fuses with a solidified disc of blood making a throwable chakram-like weapon,he bursts out of the room splashing the red liquid everywhere he begins walking around...his word's in a backwards order "enoyreve lliK"
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#3 looked at #74 with a blank expression "run." #3 starts to run full speed down the chaotic corridors other experiments killing each other blood painted the walls and the floor he saw small guard dispatches every once and a while that would get completely obliterated by the experiments he saw a hulking beast in the hallway and sprinted at it doing a power slide into his shadow hopefully #74 was able to keep up
Before he left #3 activated the shadow he had put in his blood samples to make who ever got them suffer
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Writer packed and clicked with both hands, using the sound to destroy the arm restraints and stun the guard, pushing past him writer ran after #3. He avoided as many other people as he could while following #3, staying as close as he could until they say the large beast which caused him to stop for a moment. Watching #3 get past it forced him to try the same, running as fast as he could he closed his eyes and clapped, the shockwave shattering all the lights along the hallway and hitting anything else in the hallway itself like a brick wall made of air. Quickly slipping past the beast after clapping he keeps running, with no idea where he was going.
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"I swear, I don't know what happened."
The guard and Salf (#72) sat in a vacant cell/makeshift interrogation room. For the last 10 minutes, the guard had been trying to ask what happened to #17- one of their more valuable subjects, who now lay dead with no visible signs of anything that would cause death, except for several patches of dead brain cells indicative of a concussion or something, but there were no other signs of that. No matter how he phrased his question, Salf's answer was always the same. The guard might have checked one of the video cameras in the hall, except they had all been destroyed by the band of loose subjects.
"What were you doing when 17 was killed?"
"Well how should I know? He was about to kill me, and suddenly he screams and crumples."
Suddenly the guard let out a grunt and his hand rushed to his head. He slowly raised his head up and pointed at Salf.
"You. what did you just do?"
"I just did this."
The guard made another grunt and paused for a moment before saying,
"Explain to me what you're doing, but don't do it."
"It's hard to describe, you sort of just do it. It's something that you don't want to concentrate too hard on, and sometimes do it without trying to. Sort of like falling asleep."
The guard took out his radio and whispered something that sounded like code 9994 into it. He turned back to Salf.
"I think you've found your power. You need to get that thing under control, though. First, we-"
From the radio came a slightly panicked voice- No time for that, Garrett. We need all guards urgently at wing A3- A band of subjects has made a center of operations there, armed with standard-issue rifles and, reportedly, tasers. They must be neutralized at all costs.
The guard picked up his rifle, and dragged Salf with him.
"Don't even think of trying to run away too. I'll personally shoot you if you try any of that as many times as I have to."
On the way to A3, Salf played around and practiced with his power- he could feel the minds of most of the living beings around him, from the guards to a stray ant wandering on the roof of the facility. He could also feel the minds of a few a couple hundred feet away- they were very easily detectable, but he couldn't reach into their minds- as if something was blocking them from him.
By far the strongest mind of all was that of the guard next to him. Salf could feel his emotions, reach into his memories. He could probably access his worst nightmare if he tried- ah, there it is.
Without a second thought, Salf flooded his optic nerve with a new message, one purely made of his greatest fear. He destroyed a few select parts of the brain for certain processes, and knocked the guard into a coma. When he wakes up, he will have the intelligence of a 5-year old, along with a heavily altered memory, he thought to himself
Salf bent down and took the guard's rifle. He found a nearby rat and made it bite off and swallow the tracking device embedded in the guard's radio. He took the guard's helmet, activated the HUD, and found the nearest guard, conveniently placed beside a weak spot in the facility defenses. He made the guard shoot his rifle at the weak wall several times until it was out of ammunition. He then made him pry open the holes until his hands were too maimed from prying at bent metal to properly move.
Wasting no time, Salf ran across the labyrinth, with the aid of the HUD map, and located the broken wall. By now, several other guards were rushing towards the wall. Too many to stop with his mind, but it didn't matter. The hole was almost large enough to go through. He fired some more shots in a circle, kicked out the area in between, and climbed through the hole, into the blinding sunlight beyond
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Caspar got up, feeling refreshed and ready for revenge. He left his room, grabbing and tackling a guard, drowning him within 30 seconds. He went over to the water cooler, lifted off the gallon tank and drank it dry. He instantly grabbed someone with a knife who threatened him and pumped their veins full of water until they burst. He continued his killing spree, using high pressure water jets to blast through the guards skulls, the effect being the same as if they had been shot in the head. "Oh, this is fun!" He screamed, killing lots of guards. "I'm enjoying this revenge, it's hot and dripping for once." He licked his lips as he began tearing one of the guards limb from limb, enjoying the screams of one of his captors.
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As #0-6 was moving under the escort of who he presumed to be his father (Dr. Scamandro), he suddenly felt tingly all over. And then that tingle turned violent.
Spikes of blood red colour and substance both shot through and out of the body of the sixth Zero number.
Howling in agony the product of decades of research collapsed and rolled around on the impenetrable tines layering it's entire body. Eventually though the howling stopped and #0-6 simply stood in a tripod of blood, seemingly dead.
The air rippled and convulsed. Dr. Scamandro knew the feeling well. It was the feeling of raw magic about to work unpredictably upon the world around it. He took cover...
In the numbered chambers the Zero Numbers all howled and roared at the ceiling as their blood betrayed them.
It was Zero Two, the immediate product if research on #52, who moved first. He snarled and gnashed his teeth as he activated his abilities and put them to work. Before long the other Zero Numbers in the chamber were all on their backs and gasping for air but otherwise no longer representing living pincushions.
"What was that!?" Demanded number Zero Five, wrath in her voice.
"I know not yet, but have a firm suspicion," gasped Zero Two, blood dripping from his mouth from the exertion. Full control of his powers yet evaded him but already he could knit the fabric of living tissue back together.
"Look at us! We're covered in scars! Or perfect bodies ruined!" Howled Number Zero One, her whole body shaking.
"Now now, pride." Grimaced Zero Three, her voice echoing unusually. "Why don't we take some revenge?"
"How?" Snapped Zero Five.
"One of the lesser primary experiments must be responsible for this. That's obvious. But we don't know who. So why not just let me deal with the situation myself? After all, Scamandro said we surpassed all the little primary trash anyway. So why not take care of cleanup for him? It might even earn us some favour. What do you say?"
The assembled Zero numbers grinned.
"Stay still now," Zero Three grinned. Her body twitched as pure darkness flowed from it as an improbable speed, consuming bathe huge room in less than a second and the halls of the facility just as quickly. From everywhere the fatness was came the now childlike and definitely echoing voice of the Zero number in charge of it all.
"It seems you were right about the sixth one, I can see him running around now. He's kind of cute. I also see Scamandro. Hello doctor. Fancy seeing you here in the middle of everything. Take
My hand." The zero numbers all listened to the ones used conversation and flicked their ears to the noise of Dr. Scamandro suddenly appearing in the room. They could not, however, see him.
"What!?" Asked the man incredulously.
"Just like the shadow blender you made me from, I can transport anything anywhere there is pure darkness. I can practically access the world right now. Isn't it a nice place? Oh look, an Iaran tank in the middle of battle. I could go from there right to the enemy you know. But I have things to do in the Area."
"What things?" Asked Scamandro.
Tentacles if pure darkness shot over every surface of the Area and every time a primary so much as glimpsed the darkness it was all over. Rods of blackness skewered them all as mercilessly as the Zero Numbers had been skewered by their own blood.
"Hmm. I feel like there should be more." Came the voice of Zero Three. "Oh well. I feel like I should let everyone know that anyone who isn't a soldier or a scientist is stone cold dead. I'm currently in every corner of every surface in the facility. I must have SO many people to thank for giving me this amazing opportunity. I think I'll leave everyone where they are to pick up the pieces. This is Zero Number Three, wishing everyone a pleasant day. I'll be going back to my cell now. Take care,"
Within as many seconds as it had arrived the all consuming darkness that was part the power of and part the soul of Zero Three shot right back to the room where it had come from.
Back in the cell the Zero Number shivered as her darkness flowed back into her body. Dr. Scamandro was in awe.
"By the way doctor, the sixth one of us has escaped with maybe a handful of others. As it is I didn't take much of a look at the situation. Now if you please, I feel tired and the others probably want to lick their wounds. So I bid you good day."
"Yes. Good day." The doctor, less afraid and more curious, cleared the containment codes and left the area. All over the facility what staff that were not mad it maimed began picking up the pieces of their facility.
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He was exhausted. Who was he? What was he? What was "he"? He was running and wasn't going to stop. The monster was behind him. He had to run to stay alive. But why was he alive? What was being alive and what did it mean? Why was there a monster anyway? For now it mattered little. As the holes in his body bled the white and red-stained canine Anthro ran after the group as they sprinted north-west. Into the sunlight.
SHATTERED SPIRITS CHAPTER ZERO-ONE CLOSED.
Chapter Zero-Two: Endless Questions.
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Edgar crawls a few feet from the facility his Lvl 2 body absorbed the blow and launced him through a nearby window Edgar now a pale-red beast gained enough strength to stand up he kills a small rabbit and drinks the blood he stands back up and grabs a nearby dead guard stealing his clothes,before long the once white under shirt was red-pink Edgar finds a gas mask and fits it to his head and begins regenerating the very little strength he has left,he think's to himself "which side can I trust?..." this thought goes on and on repeatedly inside his head,he ponders if any more experiment's escaped....he doubt's any did
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#3 came out I his shadow realm outside a small town he could sense from within, he realized he was still in a guards outfit and that would make people curious, so he sank back into his realm and pulled a civilian in, snapping his neck with a sick crunch that made #3 smile, he kept the bullet proof vest and the hand gun then took the civilians clothes and left him in the shadow realm, as a floating corps who's soul would be trapped inside forever. The thought made him smile wickedly, he came out of the shadows of a dim lit ally way, he walked on the sidewalk looking and people he had once been like, only to be scooped up and turned into a heartless killer who would stop at nothing to get a job done... But then again he liked killing it relaxed him almost as much as the shadows did, #3 didn't really know what to do with this new found freedom though.
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Writer was mainly spared by how small he was, the shadows all attacking the beast near him but not noticing him at all. When the larger test subject went through a wall he slowly followed, cautious of the beast but not wanting to tempt fate by staying in the facility. Quietly following the other test subject at a distance once it finished gathering clothes and a mask, not quite brave enough to try approaching it.
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(I've had to rewrite the first two paragraphs from scratch twice now due to me accidentally closing the tab through various methods, so I'm sorry if it seems a bit hastily-written)
Salf took only a moment to adjust to the Sun that he hadn't seen for all those months. He quickly climbed to the roof of the facility, holding a grenade he found in the guard's bag, and waited for the first guard unfortunate enough to walk through the hole first. He heard footsteps from within the hole, and readied the grenade. He waited a moment, and dropped it.
Three. Two. One.
An explosion rocked the building, and as Salf bent over to see the detonation, a large black mass shot up at him. However, he dodged it, and it left an imprint on the roof, along with a black, grimy substance. As it readied to take another blow at Salf, it suddenly seized, twitched, and fell off the roof.
Salf looked over the lip of the roof to see a pale red fox holding a bent sword, caked in a shiny black blood, next to the severed base of whatever object was attacking Salf. He could remember that face anywhere- subject #71.
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Caspar was being chased by something, it looked like a snake lizard hybrid with six legs. He generated some water by the stairs, the creature leapt for him as he dodged out of it's way, watching it fall down the stairs, it's neck breaking with a satisfying snap. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the building, he then saw the opening in the wall. He could see sunshine and taste freedom. He leapt down the stairs, and ran out the opening, the sunlight almost blinding him. "Dammit!" He said, blinking rapidly in an attempt to try and adjust to the new light levels more quickly.
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Edgar wanders for a few more hours before he stumble's upon a town shortly before heading to a nearby shop search for food clothes and weapon's he begin's walkins before being stopped by a citizen and being called a demon...he lead's him into a alley before decapitating him causing his gold fur to turned red at the neck down.he walked out the alley painting a shark tooth smile on his gas-mask supposedly with the wolf's blood...his eyes glowing dimly inside the gas-mask...a soul piercing stare
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Writer followed the stranger for a while before getting lost. He stumbled through the town in silence, sneaking around and avoiding anyone on the street and looking for somewhere to hide. He found himself in a dark ally behind a store, changing clothes into some old clothing he found in a trash bag he walked out and quietly followed the path, looking like an average homeless person rather than a test subject.
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Something dark lurked in the area. A tall figure, appearing as if but a shadow, stood a distance behind Writer and the person he was following. The eerie, towering silhouette stared with unseen eyes upon Writer, standing still as if he were a statue of some sort. Originally, the ghostly serpent was following the one called Edgar, his interests peaked, but he found something else, something new.... prey.
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Zero Six could see it - as the sun began to ever so slowly rise - what came to mind as a 'town'. What was this word...what was a word? It mattered little.
He was thirsty...
He was tired...
He was hungry...
As he finally approached the gates of the quiet little town, as the presences of those he had followed from the Area began to fade back into his mind, he was also...asleep.
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As Edgar watches the town through shattered lenses he thinks about the blood sample he gave to them for the "Process" Before getting side tracked by a pretty lady walking through the town...he remember's her face,Subject #590 Aka "Siren" could control minds with her beautiful singing