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[Empath]

Alex - or ‘Subject Zero’ as the doctors called him relaxed in his room, he sat on his bed with his back against the wall, swinging his right leg over the edge and with his left leg placed bend on the bed. His eyes were closed as he listened to the facility around him, it was clear that this wasn’t a normal day, it was far too loud for that, something was happening yet he did not know what, and he didn’t really care much. His life was good, he didn’t have to do anything besides the daily trips to the doctors for a ‘check-up’ as they called it, yet Alex was certain that there was something else going on besides regular check-ups. Yet even this information mattered much to him, in fact nothing really did, and the person tagged ‘Zero’ was perhaps the only happy person in this place...
“Who cares anyway, not like anything is really going to change” he muttered to himself, tapping his head softly against the wall as a soft ‘thud’ noise erupted with each tap, clearly giving away that the wall was hollow. As he listened to the noises of the other rooms his consciousness slowly faded away as he was entangled by his past...

The shrieking noise of the rusty swings scared a nearby crow away, it had been years since it was last oiled and it clearly showed. Not that the swing stood out by any means, the house and the area around it showed clear signs of a non-caring residents; the wooden house was slowly falling apart, the paint had been scraped away by the weather and the fence was broken in several areas.
“Boy!” a coarse voice echoed from inside the house, “come ‘ere, boy!”
Alex froze instantly, the sound of his father’s voice always made a chill run down his spine, but he knew better than ignoring him - the punishment would be far worse if he did. He quickly got off the swing and made his way inside the house, but it wasn’t fast enough for his father.
“What took you so long, boy?!” he yelled again with his hoarse voice, roughened by the many liters of alcohol, “When you old man calls you come right away” he said as he pointed at Alex with his empty bottle of rum.
“Christ, what has happened to the youngsters these days?” he asked out loud to no one in particular.
S-sorry dad...” Alex whimpered, still afraid of what his dad wanted.
“Bring me another bottle, your old man is thirsty!” his dad said in a loud voice, pointing at the table on the other side of the room where a dozen bottles stood, some opened, some full but most of them empty.
“B-but dad...” Alex said in a quiet voice, “it isn’t past dinner-time ye-”
“What is this!?” His father interrupted him, “are you talking back to your old man?” and for once his dad got up from his chair, “a child should never speak up against its old man!” He screamed, scaring the last birds away from the tree in the yard. He stormed towards Alex, the bottle high above his head...

The pain instantly brought Alex back. His fist shaking from the impact against the wall, he slowly took it out, trying to stop the shaking, but the pain was far too strong. Yet it had accomplished what he had subconsciously wanted; to get rid of the memory. In fact Alex hated his own memories, he didn’t know much, but every time he remembered something it turned out bad.
He shook his head, “just forget it...” he mumbled to himself, “I need some coffee or something”. With that he opened the door, hoping the bang from the wall hadn’t alerted anyone as he made his way towards the canteen.

[Mike]

((New OOC thread here:
http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...-s-e-d-New-OOC

For the people who don't yet know, ViridianHue had to leave the RP due to real life issues. She asked if anyone wanted take over as GM, so I volunteered. I created a new OOC thread, so that the OP can be updated as needed.))

Dr. John watched as 111 left the examination room. He felt wary of the fact that her ability could be very dangerous. The only way to tell that the drugs were wearing off was if they told the staff themselves, or if they flipped out like Jonas did and cause a scene. The second option was the least desirable, but was the most likely. He wasn't the first to try to warn the subjects of what was going on, and he wouldn't be the last. It was almost as if everyone was starting to come off the effects all at the same time, which should have been impossible from what past test results showed with the drugs. He began to wonder if it was possible that someone was sabotaging the subjects' drug intake, perhaps a sympathizer. Either way, action would have to be taken soon, or else things could go bad fast.

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Kiran listened as the others began to talk about their memories. There were only fragments and names, but it was something. It made her think about herself, her recent dreams...and her powers. She always knew something about her was different, even before she had been brought here. Her memories told her of things she had done, and could do. It sounded corny, but she literally did have cat-like reflexes. In fact, everything about her seemed cat-like, even down to her eyes. She once thought it was maybe from a combination of birth defects and and natural agility and grace, but that just sounded stupid now. They had all been taken for a reason, and she had only just now begun to understand her's. But now, that she was beginning to hear what the others had to say, it caused her to worry about why every single person there had been taken.

After a moment or two of silence, she finally said "Has...has anybody here had anything, you know, strange happen while they've been here?" She then added in an even quieter whisper "Something that can't be explained? Something that seems...unreal?"

((I hope that this is ok, I'll fix anything that's inaccurate about those characters if it's pointed out.))

[ListenUp]

Cal's mind was lost in a sea of darkness. The only person that he had enjoyed being around, albeit mildly, was killed; his blood found a new home on Cal. No level of intellect or strength can dictate how a person will behave in a situation that causes a stir in their emotions. For the normally calm, and somewhat angry, Cal, he was being twisted inside. His heart, lungs, brain, and the figurative emotional control center were being gripped tightly by the hands of the universe. He could have stopped and had a conversation with himself in that moment, because he was two separate entities sharing a body. There was the logical, rational Cal, and there was the bitter, hateful, and sadistic Cal that was slowly taking over.

Six guards burst through his door after they heard all the commotion and were not prepared to handle anything as serious as a deranged man that was unleashing his inner self. The only light entering the room was from the dimly lit hallway, while the rest of the room was cloaked in darkness: a darkness that wasn't natural, but rather, originating from Cal. As the guards prepared to restrain Cal, he shot out beams over darkness and wrapped up all six of them; squeezing them as the world squeezed him. Cal felt as their bodies were condensed into nothing but dust under the force he produced, but he was unable to stop himself. Even if he could've stopped, he didn't know if he would've. These guards were apart of something much larger and were taking away the liberties of those in the facility. Cal had no regard for their lives if they had no regard for his.