All in our Minds (Reboot)

[Megafire7]

(This is a reboot of an old RP by the same name, run by Aims, that never really got off the ground, although myself and a few others found the concept interesting enough to give it another go.)
(OoC is here)

Subject Number: 2
Name: Clara Winterfield
Power: Astral projection
2 is able to separate and control her astral body (a duplicate of her physical body which is a non-material). Originally she could only project for a few minutes but since the operation that time is continuously extending and improving. Whilst projecting her body remains in its original position and is vulnerable. 2 hasn't be able to touch or pickup any objects while in her astral body but this may occur as a result of the surgery.
Containment: The security and scientists at Osiris are yet to find a way to contain the astral body of 2. There has been no evidence of 2 using her ability to move around the facility unauthorized and as she is unable to touch or move physical objects, it is yet to become a high security risk. They are searching for a solution in the event that it does become an issue.
Age: 16
Personality: Clara is a rather quiet and withdrawn child. She avoids conversation, or talking in general, whenever she can. When asked a question she will use as few mumbled words as possible to answer. She is shy and cautious. She is however, highly observant and rarely misses anything that is happening or being said around her. She is also very good at reading people's body language.
Background: Although she doesn't remember, Clara grew up in the Australian outback where her parents were able to keep her abilities a secret for many years. After having a fight with them, she ran away to the city. She regretted her actions and was trying to head home when she accidentally projected next to her physical body revealing her power. Clara was taken to the ‘Osiris’ facility. Her parents are still searching for a runaway.
Appearance:
Clara is quite small for her age and so often appears younger. Her hair often covers her large blue eyes and she often is looking down.

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Research notes: Subject 2
The subject should be treated with extreme care. It might not be obvious to everyone, but she pays attention. I know at least a few staff have already said things around her they really shouldn’t have. She’s intelligent and might be able to connect a few dots we really do not want her to. Containing her astral body is a top priority. She is most certainly not allowed outside this section of the facility. Perhaps the containment procedures for Subject 7 could be adapted to contain her as well.
Dr. Alexander Bose
Head of Research Department
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To: █████████
From: Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Subject: Subject 2
I don’t know what it is about this one that makes me feel uncomfortable around her. I know she isn’t anywhere near as scary as any of the others, but she has this really sharp stare that almost looks straight into your goddamn soul. Containing her’s a bitch, though. She only really has one body to work with at any point in time, but how do you tranq a body that’s already not doing anything? It’s really fucking weird.
This girl’s probably the biggest security risk we have since we don’t actually have anything to stop her. We’ve put her near the centre because she has a time limit of something and she can’t get that far, but Bose has been hammering everyone to get a better solution. That’s not my problem though. Let him sweat about some of this bullshit too for once.
Sincerely,
Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Head of Security at ‘Osiris’ facility

Subject Number: 3
Power: Subject 3 has the power to create an illusion upon himself to change his appearance, often changing his appearance to act the part being the son or daughter of one of the scientists. The illusion feels completely real, often confusing others with the gender changes. You can see through it if you know its there, but otherwise is completely foolproof.
Name: Creton Silver
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Personality: Subject 3 is a fun-seeking and kind young man, with slight prankster tendencies. For the most part he doesn't remember his life before the lab, often referring to the lab as 'home' and the scientists as 'family'. After the surgery Subject 3 was told that he deserved the torture for not controlling his ability, and he believed it. Overall, he enjoys his life at the lab and is fairly docile.
Appearance: Subject 3 has pale skin with dark, blue-black shoulder-length hair, and olive green eyes.
Background: The surgery did a number on Subject 3, or Creton as he likes to be called. He was tortured until he started to control the ability enhanced by the surgery. Creton had always had a warped sense of family, even before the surgery. That said, Subject 3 sees the scientists as his weird family, not realizing that he is just an experiment some times. The scientists enjoy the idea that Subject 3 trusts them, after all it helps them. The scientist could only hope that with his ability, Subject 3 would convince the other, more rebellious experiments, to trust the scientists. With his ability, he shouldn't find it too hard to get them the at least trust him.
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Research notes: Subject 3
This one may possibly be our most useful tool in convincing the others to follow our commands. His out-going personality should help him befriend at least a few of the other subjects, and in turn have them come around. As with all tools, however, he needs to be wielded carefully. If he is too enthusiastic about our project, he will scare off his potential friends before they have a chance to come to like him. Perhaps some special instructions are in order before their initial meet-up.
Dr. Alexander Bose
Head of Research Department
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To: █████████
From: Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Subject: Subject 3
Honestly, I’m not sure what to make of this one. He soaks up punishment like he thinks he deserves it. Yeah, I think all of them deserve it, but I didn’t think one of them would agree with me. Aside from that he’s always polite and even friendly. I think he likes it here. That’s just too ridiculous to comprehend. Hell, I don’t think even Bose wants to be here. I sure as hell don’t want to be here, but this one does.
The guy likes to walk around looking like different people. It’s a good thing he hasn’t met any of the others yet, because I’m pretty sure he’d like to make himself look like one of them. Not even to piss us off or anything, but just because he feels like it. The guy doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body, and I think that’s what weirds me out about him the most. What am I even going to do with this guy?
Sincerely,
Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Head of Security at ‘Osiris’ facility

Power: Keratosteokensis – mental control of bones and keratin.
“Why do you keep calling me Five? I told you my name is Riley.”
“Riley what?”
“I don’t like you, when am I being discharged?”
“We don’t know yet. Tell me your last name.”
“Nobody gave a flying fuck about that information before, why do you?”
“I don’t. Just tell me.”
“Go to hell.” The subject then proceeded to laugh uncontrollably and we took an intermission.
It took quite some time to get information out of her. Subject Five is quite dangerous and does not respond well to brute force. It appears she is capable of breaking bones without any physical contact. When left to her own devices she also appears to exhibit self-destructive tendencies. At this time, it is impossible to report on whether or not this is normal for her, or a result of the surgery. It must be noted that the leather straps that kept the subject restrained to the bed were ripped to shreds. Camera logs reveal it happening spontaneously. Subject Five was severely harmed trying to escape. While radiographing the subject, we discovered that the protective lead gear seemed to highly interfere with her ability. We must look into finding a more convenient material with the same effect.
The subject’s name used to be Riley Fields. Medical records indicate she is high level of bipolar. She does not possess a high school diploma. She is a former heroin addict. Five is (or was) a member of an outlaw biker gang called (DELETED). The subject was member of the road captain team, in charge of the pack’s safety while traveling. Five ensured that cars did not interfere and cut off her crew. She was also in charge of dealing with police. She swore up and down that she never touched the ‘pigs’.
When admitted the girl had long black hair, with floral patterns shaved into both temples. We have since had to shave her bald for the surgery. Scars from the surgery are clearly visible. There is a barcode on the back of her neck. Both of her arms have full tattoo sleeves, mostly floral with the occasional birds and feathers. The sleeves decoratively extend over her upper chest, and scarce vine patterns curl down around her ribs. One goes as far down to her hip.
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Research notes: Subject 5
Violently unstable, the subject has been the least responsive out of all of them. She is, however, not exactly the brightest of the group and tends to jump to conclusions. It shouldn’t be too difficult to push her in the right direction by supplying her with only certain slivers of information. The research staff has been instructed to treat her without too much force, while also not giving her the impression that they think she’s fragile. She likes to remind people she isn’t weak. I’m awaiting a professional assessment so we can start giving her the appropriate drugs to calm her down. I’d get her the regular drugs to treat bi-polar disorder, but with everything else that’s happened to her, I’m not entirely sure if she’d respond well to those.
Dr. Alexander Bose
Head of Research Department
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To: █████████
From: Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Subject: Subject 5
Do I really have to talk about this one? I’d really much rather forget she even exists, to be honest. I know I’ve bitched about all the others a lot, but none of them are anywhere near as bad as she is. She’s easily the most terrifying out of all of them, and that’s not even exaggerating. She’s so bad she isn’t even allowed to walk around her cell freely, and she broke out of her leather bonds without any trouble. We got them replaced by plastic ones, sure, but fuck.
She isn’t even allowed to be brought anywhere while conscious. We have to knock her out, take her to wherever she’s going, tie her up again and then the doctors get to wait for her to come back to her senses. Whatever’s left of them, anyway. Oh, and she can break bones just by thinking about it. Yeah, she isn’t strong enough to do it instantly, yet, but that scares the crap out of everyone here. I really hope the research department comes through with that protective gear soon, before she learns to rip us all apart.
Sincerely,
Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Head of Security at ‘Osiris’ facility

Subject Number: 7
Power: Ectokinesis. The subject has the ability to see and manipulate the ectoplasm released by psychic activity. Under his own power, the subject can use this ectoplasm to phase through physical objects very much like a spectre. The possibility the subject may gain other "ghost" like abilities when exposed to more ectoplasm certainly exists. Despite this phasing ability, the subject remains vulnerable to electricity, and is to be contained within an electrified cage when not needed for testing. Whenever the subject is needed for either testing or experimentation, handlers are reminded to have their tazers trained on him at all times and fire without question at even the slightest sign of a containment breach.
Name: Jonathan Proudfoot
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Nationality: American, Cherokee descent, former New Yorker
Personality: Subject 7's primary character quirks are his cowardice, libido and kleptomanic tendencies. His ectokinesis has left him somewhat overconfident, but he is quick to crumble under threats of violence involving electricity. 7 remains a rebel nonetheless, and if not seeing any outright chance to escape, he will try to ruin the day of those in charge of handling him. Female handlers are hereby warned that the Complaint Administration Center does not process any sexual harassment charges involving Subject 7. The subject possesses an extreme sleight of hand, which - in combination with phasing - leaves him with considerable pickpocketing skills. The subject can and will steal without any other reason than to prove that he can. 7 is a firm believer in luck, and is said to "never trust it to be on [his] side." He frequently refers to a 'Lady Luck' as if she were a real person (whom he has a love/hate relationship with), and appears to enjoy gambling. Requests for the practice of this hobby have thus far been denied. The subject has an intense fear of phasing through the floor on the lowest level, referring to whatever he saw below it as the 'Other Place' and refusing to elaborate when questioned further. Dr Grigorovic theorized that in the complete absence of light, the subject 'sees' things ordinary humans cannot. More testing is required however if there is to be any reasonable conclusion.
Appearance:
Height: 1.81 m
Weight: 74 kg
Build: Thin
Hair: Black, sleek, goateed
Skin: Tanned
Eyes: Brown
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Research notes: Subject 7
The subject is not particularly compliant and tends to annoy even the kindest doctors into threatening him with tazers before finally following our directives. Nevertheless, he has been eager to show off his abilities and is extremely proud of them. Providing him with positive reinforcement on this level while making his boundaries otherwise extremely clear should make him more susceptible. I should also remind everyone to keep track of their possessions whenever the subject has passed them by.
Dr. Alexander Bose
Head of Research Department
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To: █████████
From: Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Subject: Subject 7
7 is a pain in the ass. He’s been cracking jokes ever since he got here, and those mostly serve to piss guards off until they finally shock him. He even has the balls to look a little smug afterwards. He’s been phasing through walls willy-nilly, so we’ve taken to forcing him to move through the exact middle of every goddamn hallway he’s in, just to make sure we can hit him before he runs off again. It’s not like he can actually go anywhere, since this part of the facility is wired to make sure he can’t get out, but it means we need to find the asshole, shock him and throw him back in his cell and that takes ages.
Luckily I don’t think he’s the type to get anything organized, and as long as he’s on his own he’s just annoying. No telling what’s going to happen once he gets himself some friends, though.
Sincerely,
Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Head of Security at ‘Osiris’ facility

Subject number: 8
Subject name: Adrianna d'Ablaing
Subject alias: Eight, Adrianna, Adri, ████████
Subject age: 14
Containment procedures: All personnel must wear insulated clothing when dealing with Subject 8, metal and electronic implements are not to be used around the specimen due to possible interference leading to the damage of the subject. Custom obsidian and plastic instruments are to be used for all procedures and all electronic equipment is to be triple insulated and heavily surge protected.
Two security personnel are to be situated outside of 8’s cell at all times, both must wear heavy insulation. Each security person is to be armed with plastic tranq rifles only, using only obsidian darts.
STUN WEAPONS ARE NOT TO BE USED ON SUBJECT 8 UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.
Metal on security is to be kept to an absolute minimum, no security with reconstructive plates or screws are to be placed on Subject 8.
Subject Abilities (Extraordinary): Subject 8 has shown the ability to sense and move electrons. Subject has reported to be able to see the electrical activity in a living organism’s nervous system and to see the wiring in the building’s walls.
Specimen has also shown the ability to generate an electrical charge on her person, her control of this ability is minor at best when conscious but has generated significant charges when unconscious or emotionally stressed.
It should be noted that 8 has the potential to make strong magnetic fields, if this ability is improved upon subject could manipulate metal objects and generate electromagnetic pulses. (Possible ability to manipulate electrons at an atomic level is highly unlikely but should still be noted.)
Subject abilities (Unextraordinary): Subject 8 has been preparing to for a future career in politics and has been tutored from a young age in varying areas of study with the most focus being placed on languages, politics and geography. She has also been trained in etiquette and is very knowledgeable of classes and cultures.

If you ever need a wine suggested for a meal, subject 8 has been shown to exhibit exquisite taste -Dr. █████

Subject Psych Profile: Before acquisition subject could be described as a “Standard high class pampered little bitch.” as described by a facility observer prior to capture. Noted in more detail to be a demure, frail looking girl but seemed happy.
After acquisition 8 entered an extremely submissive state, surrendering to all procedures willingly (As long as they could be justified by staff, so far only procedures denied were ‘false’ procedures in order to test her submissiveness.)
8 tends to stick to short responses and so far has not resisted any routine procedures, 8 on occasion has gone so far as to prepare herself in anticipation for simple procedures such as blood tests and physicals.

8 was placed in chemically induced stress (exposed to a variety of Neurotransmitters, adrenaline and [REDACTED]) stress made subject’s ability go ‘haywire’ electrical discharge injured staff placed in close proximity, magnetic fields ruined all data gathered and damaged several pieces of equipment.
8 is to be kept in as calm as environment as possible to keep her ability in check.

8 sticks to a very strict routine, despite not having access to any form of timekeeping.
Subject appearance:
Height: 1.33 meters.
Weight: 54.35 Kilograms.
Hair color: Blonde.
Eye color: Grey.
Complexion: Pale
Figure: Slim/Underweight.
[HIGHLY CLASSIFIED] LEVEL FIVE CLEARANCE REQUIRED.

Subject background: Subjects 8’s history is a dangerous one, but her potential required that she be brought in. Subject is a member of Dutch nobility and although her family’s influence is neglectable, they are still quite wealthy and as such could possibly affect facility research, Subject 8 was kidnapped and level 6 acquisition protocols were implemented, we are confident that her parents will not further their investigation.
Eight was educated from an early age under the pretense of her one day becoming a diplomat or politician; Eight therefore is more intelligent than would be expected of a 14 year old and is not to be underestimated, she has been trained for situations like this. Also, eight is fluent in several languages

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Research notes: Subject 8
The subject has shown a great deal of compliance with our research. We should hold her up as an example for others to follow, albeit subtly, lest we seed resentment instead. Her almost blank-slate personality should make her easy to get along with and once they are friendly we can start increasing her privileges.
Dr. Alexander Bose.
Head of Research Department
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To: █████████
From: Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Subject: Subject 8
At least this one isn’t likely to cause any trouble. She does exactly as she’s told, and I’m damned glad she does. I wasn’t there when they got her to lose it, but I’ve heard it said that it was pretty damn terrifying. And she can already see everything electrical inside a human body. Imagine what that’s going to be like when she does lose it again.
Luckily everyone else seems to know enough about her not to get her that far, although it’s only a matter of time before one jackass starts trying to find out just how far he can push her. God I am not looking forward to that day.
Sincerely,
Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Head of Security at ‘Osiris’ facility

Status Report/Interview for: Subject Nine
Notes and Commentary provided by Dr. xxxxx
Subject, what is your number?
Nine. Same as it’s been this whole time…
(Note: Though unorthodox, the subject’s numerical designation was in fact chosen by him, to reflect his name, which can be seen as IX, a roman “Nine”. The Sergeant disapproved, but as there was no Nine already in the facility, he was overruled, and it was allowed.)
And your name?
Oh, we have names again? Alright, then call me Ix. Hahaha, as in, a “boy who is not able satisfactorily to explain what a hrung is, nor why it should choose to collapse on Betelgeuse 7…” Ah, I must admit, my parents were strange folks.
(Note: It isn’t truly known if Ix is in fact the boy’s birth name, if it was a nickname he was given while living with his parents, or indeed if he picked it up on the street after their deaths. We cannot find any records of a boy his age named “Ix”, so the running assumption is that it is a nickname.)
Okay, now please, give us your best estimate as to your age.
Hmm, it’s… winter, isn’t it? Maybe just fall? Well, my birthday is in the summer, and you bastards picked me up in the spring, so I’d have to say eighteen years.
What about your nationality? Where are you from?
*singing* The la-and of the free, and the hooome of the… Braaave. I'm from America. Atlanta, specifically, though you already knew that. You already knew all of this shit. Are we done?
(Note: The subject was captured in Atlanta, where he had been living with a woman identified by him as “Angel”. Their connection was unknown, though it is unlikely she would start a massive investigation, as she seemed to believe the story of his falsified death given by the police.)
Just a few more. How would you describe yourself to a stranger?
As a genial, friendly young man, if a bit lacking in ambition, who is exasperated by the situation he has found himself in, and wants nothing more than to live his life in peace, as a space-faring Rastafarian. Seriously, what are you looking for with these questions?
(Note: The subject does seem to be genial towards most of the staff, if a bit terse and sarcastic, but in some cases, he can erupt into fits of rage. All personnel are advised to evacuate the area immediately if this occurs, as his ability can manifest very quickly, and is often completely unpredictable.)
Only one more after this one, Nine. Describe your own appearance.
Well, most obviously, I’m black, and rather dark-skinned at that. I haven’t looked in a mirror recently, but from what I can feel, I have more than a little stubble and a small goatee. Similarly, my hair is very short, only just starting to grow again. Thank you, by the way, for agreeing to shave my head every once in a while. I do appreciate it. Now then, what’s the final incredibly obvious question?
(Note: It was obvious by this point that Nine was getting irritated. His biting stare and sarcastic tone belied a deeper anger, obviously directed toward myself and by extension all of us. I was glad for the restraints holding him down, as well as for the armed guards.)
Last question for today. How would you describe your abilities?
Oh, that? At least this is something interesting... I guess I define them as constructs. Maybe mental constructs? None of you seem very sure what’s happening with them, and neither am I, I just know that they exist, and that they’re real. Neither of us can grasp the physics behind them yet, can we? Anyway, from a semi-scientific standpoint, it seems I can manipulate the fabric of space to… create? Congeal? I can do something to make matter exist where there was nothing before, just with my mind. Pretty bitchin’, right? As you guys have seen, given enough time and with enough concentration, I can control the texture, density, exact spatial dimensions, everything. I could fill this whole room with liquid, kill you all and get out of here scot-free! Ha, without these damned restraints, you pussies would be running scared.
(Note: This is why such an ability is dangerous: versatility. Nine is intelligent, and if he put his mind to it, there is a vast and adaptable variety of objects he could produce. When highly emotional, there is even more danger, as the constructs will abstractly represent his mental state, lashing out at everything around him. Always keep subject Nine either unconscious or completely restrained when outside of his quarters.)
Hrm, what else have you found out about them? Oh yeah, electromagnetic waves do not interact with them at all, oddly enough, and only I really know where they are, through some kind of… psychic connection. Everyone else has to listen for them, feel them, etc. Poor bastards. Haha, and as you won’t stop reminding me, they can only exist when I’m conscious. Anything that completely breaks my focus or knocks me out will cause them to dissipate… Now please, if we're done, take me back to my quarters.
(Note: Recently this “psychic bond” he has with his constructs has allowed him to control their movements telepathically, akin to some kind of weak telekinesis. At this stage, however, the skill is very limited. We hope to see progress soon. Final warning: always be vigilant around Nine. You never know when he might try to pull something off.)
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Research notes: Subject 9
The subject is generally amicable, although repetition tends to annoy him. As long as we do not push him too hard he will grumble a bit but generally go along with our demands so as to not inconvenience himself too much. We may need to awaken some real fire in him if we want the subject to serve our purpose. He seems as interested in the research into his abilities as we are, however. Perhaps he will be equally interested in the abilities of others? Food for thought.
Dr. Alexander Bose
Head of Research Department
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To: █████████
From: Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Subject: Subject 9
He likes to remind us that he can kill us. He does it off-hand, too, as if it isn’t anything really important. I don’t know exactly what the doctors have been doing to him, but I think they’ve knocked a few screws loose. I seriously don’t understand half the shit he says, but he thinks he’s being funny, apparently.
Seems like the abilities of all these bastards explode whenever they get angry. It’s ridiculous, the kinds of things they’re capable of. He hasn’t been able to turn the air toxic yet, which I’m really goddamn grateful for. That said, I really don’t envy anyone that has to take those gloves off of him during tests. I swear to God those doctors are completely batshit.
Sincerely,
Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Head of Security at ‘Osiris’ facility

My name is James Savage, and I am human, although I do have some additional benefits. My gift is that of Psychometabolism and it is a gift. It means I am in complete control of myself, my body, my mind.
I am from England. Oxford, to be more exact. Son of a wealthy business man and woman and I do look the part. Tall, dark hair, grey eyes, sharp features. I strike an intimidating figure if I so desire. At age 18, I thought I had masked my ability quite well. I was proven wrong. That will not happen again.
They tried to call me ‘Subject 10’, but they failed. When they tried to break me by taking away my necessities, I stopped needing them. When they tried to make me dependant on them, they realised they needed me more than I needed them.
I did not receive any of my privileges by playing nice. I got them by being stubborn and fighting for each and every one of them.
Should someone attempt to inflict pain on me, I do not ignore it, I simply stop feeling it. I cannot feel pain unless I want to. I cannot be hurt unless I let myself.
I am not a good person, but I have my virtues, and the other Subjects have their purposes. They are on my side and, as such, they are mine. Mine to command, mine to control, mine to protect. I will not let anyone hurt what is mine.
My name is James Savage, and I am in control.
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Research notes: Subject 10
James is an interesting case. He might be one of the least susceptible ones to any indoctrination we throw his way, if not because of his power, then at least because of his strong sense of identity. Controlling him directly has proven to be nigh-impossible. We will have to make him feel special if we want to get anything out of him. Fortunately, that should not be too difficult. I have already allowed the research staff to ‘reluctantly’ call him by his first name. He will consider that a victory in and of itself.
Dr. Alexander Bose
Head of Research Department
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To: █████████
From: Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Subject: Subject 10
I can’t stand this one. I really can’t. Sure, he does everything we tell him, but only when we call him by his actual name. We can’t even properly tranq him because he’s started resisting the stuff. Hear they cut off his food for a couple of days and he didn’t even care. He acts like he owns the damn place and when we have to take him somewhere I feel like a military escort rather than guards delivering a prisoner.
This guy is going to cause trouble. I hear Bose has plans for him but they’d better be damn good ones, because I don’t know how we can control him without actually shooting him with something that stops him. Fortunately he’s bright enough to know I would get that clearance if he did make a mess of things, but it’s only a matter of time.
Sincerely,
Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Head of Security at ‘Osiris’

Subject Number: 11
Power: Subject's abilities include manipulation of a target's five senses to replicate the feeling of being suffocated or burned alive. With her mind, Subject 11 is capable of inflicting mental pain onto people. This ability is only active when eye contact or physical contact is made. She can create illusions of intense pain, and once she has made eye contact, she can force the gaze to remain for at least thirty seconds though it depends on the mental strength of the person. The weaker the mind, the easier it is to inflict the illusion. Subject 11 has been shown to have control over the intensity of pain, though the variety of pain is still limited to that of suffocation or burning. Subject 11 has much potential to maximize the ability of her power, but for now she has remained stagnant in her ability. In an additional note, the physical contact only applies when Subject 11 is touching bare skin with her hand.
Containment: Subject 11 should always be gloved using heat resistant hand-wear that extends to the mid-forearm. For additional security, handcuffs are recommended. This is to ensure that she cannot make physical contact. It is strongly advised that she remains blindfolded, though to ensure the health of her eyes it is necessary to take it off at least once a day.
Name: Naomi
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Nationality: American
Personality: Subject is shown to be apathetic and has limited expressions. Interaction including socializing and body language are minimal. Subject 11 is not problematic and conforms without pressure. She is noted to be well behaved and easy to handle. Subject 11 is not to be underestimated, though. All personnel handling her must be aware of her capabilities. It is advised that you do not come into direct physical or eye contact with her. Her lack of compassion combined with her ability to inflict pain makes her similar to a cold hearted killer. Remarks or actions do not always elicit a response from her, but occasionally she is known to ensnare someone in her gaze. That is why it is imperative to always wear eye protection around her.
History: Due to major brain trauma, Subject 11 has suffered extensive memory loss. She remembers little about her previous life, and her file has minimal details concerning what life she lead previously to being instituted.
Appearance:
Height: 160 cm
Weight: 52 kg
Build: Petite
Hair: Long, thick, tangled black hair
Skin: Olive
Eyes: Mocha Brown
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Research notes: Subject 11
The subject is an almost perfect example of what we are looking for. I say almost, because it is yet to be seen if she will be able to integrate herself into the group. It is paramount that she warms up to the rest of the group, if only so they have an example they want to follow. Approaching her brings more than a few risks because of her abilities, however. Perhaps there is someone among the other subjects who would be able to reach her on a more personal level, albeit in a positive fashion. We should look into this.
Dr. Alexander Bose
Head of Research Department
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To: █████████
From: Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Subject: Subject 11
Another one that can mess you up just by looking at you. Where did they even get these freaks? She’s blindfolded most of the time too, of course, but I told everyone to wear sunglasses just to be sure. I haven’t been hit by her stare yet, and damn I hope I never will be. I was there when she got someone else though. Poor bastard’s screams still haunt me. He couldn’t even look away, that’s how much she had him trapped. We had to tranq both of them just to get it to stop.
Some people have taken to capitalizing her stare. Complete bullshit if you ask me. She still falls down when we shoot her and it’s ludicrous to start treating these monstrosities with anything even close to that level of respect, even if only behind their backs. I have to crack down on this before it starts messing with morale.
Sincerely,
Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Head of Security at ‘Osiris’ facility

Subject Number: Thirteen
Subject Abilities: Thirteen is Empathic: He is capable of influencing others around him, based on his emotions and feelings. For example, if he were to feel miserable, those within his direct line of sight would feel the same. Alternately, if he was to feel positive, the 'target' would also feel the same, and be influenced in such a manner until outside of his focus. Otherwise, those in close proximity to him, regardless of whether or not he is looking at them, would also be influenced by his emotions and feelings, and the effects would be most amplified upon physical contact. Thirteen is also capable of inducing physical sensations in others, depending on his mood and thoughts, and for example, is capable of inflicting pain of varying degrees upon others (See Incident Report Jehuty-13V). However, so far this has required him to maintain physical contact with the target and directly focus on the matter, and prolonged periods of such activity are known to fatigue him. Also, whilst it is as-of-yet unconfirmed, we believe that Thirteen is also capable of picking up other people's emotions to a lesser extent, though whether or not this is capable of directly influencing him is unknown.
Subject Name: Nathaniel Roberts
Known Aliases: Nathan, Nathe
Subject Age: Fifteen
Subject Gender: Male
Subject Nationality: British
Subject Psyche Profile: Subject possesses a notably short temper, which may prove to be a challenge to both personell and other subjects in the case of a confrontation, as Thirteen's Empathic Abilities may serve only to worsen a situation. Thirteen can be quite easily stressed, particularly when under pressure, which may prove a challenge in future. Reconaissance and extracted school reports indicate that the subject is somewhat willing to challenge authority, and is strongly opinionated, often refusing to co-operate with others if it disagrees with one's opinion. Thirteen has already been involved with several confrontations with personell prior to surgical enhancement procedures, though following this the subject has yet to become confrontational with personell, though they have reportedly become quite agitated when referred to as 'Thirteen', often responding with requests (or, if in a negative mood, demands) to refer to them as 'Nathan', or 'Nathe'. For now, it is advised that personell refrain from engaging in verbal confrontation with Subject Thirteen, and upon feeling unusual emotional changes, are to leave the vicinity and note the matter in later reports. Most recently, Thirteen has complained of headaches of varying severity, no doubt a side effect of the surgical enhancement procedures. In response, small, restricted doses of Paracetamol have been provided to Thirteen, but only in the presence of Security and Medical Staff. As of yet, Thirteen possesses little recollection of events prior to recovery but otherwise possesses a good memory of events which occur around it.
Subject Description:
Height: 5'6
Weight: 78.2 Kilograms
Hair color: Dark Brown
Hair style: Grown out (thinned out from above due to recent surgical enhancement procedures)
Eye color: Light Brown
Complexion: Moderate
Build: Heavy/Slightly Overweight
Subject Background:
Subject was recovered from undisclosed sub-urban town in Northern Derbyshire, and was reported to have been living as an only child with seperate parents - divorced in 20██, Mother remarried in 20██. The subject recieved an upbringing in a Mid-Working Class family, the Father is reported to have been self-employed whilst the Mother worked as a Care Worker for the Local County Council. Subject was in final year of Secondary School, and had passed an interview for ████████ College, in ███████ for a ████ Level 3 Extended Course in ███. Also held a membership at ██████ Leisure Center and had been attending the gym facilities for the past █ months. When approached, subject entered confrontation with recovery agents, which resulted in Agent █████ recieving severe facial bruising. Also demonstrated Empathic Abilities after Agent █████ reported that, upon being assaulted by Thirteen, felt an emotional surge of both panic and anger they considered to be unusual. This did not compromise recovery operation however, and once the subject had been sedated via the use of a Mk. ██ Tranquiliser Weapon, Thirteen was transported to Osiris facility and later underwent enhancement procedures.
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Research notes: Subject 13
While generally angry, it’s expected that the subject’s energy will wear out over time once he finds his flashes of rage accomplish nothing. As long as we refuse to be intimidated by him, which includes surrounding him with mentally stable personnel, his resolve is not likely to last. Granted, he is likely to remain frustrated about his situation all the same and may lash out as soon as he feels he can. We should be able to control this tendency and, if so, it may prove to be very valuable indeed.
Dr. Alexander Bose
Head of Research Department
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To: █████████
From: Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Subject: Subject 13
The kid’s angry about anything. The worst part is that he makes everyone else angry, too, and that isn’t just because of that empathy thing he’s got. He’s really damn rude, curses every other word and just makes everyone around him want to bash his head in. We don’t, obviously, but God it’s hard to remember your training at that point.
I’ve repeatedly told all of my men not to stoop to his level with equally childish insults, but I can tell they’re having a hard time of it. Getting into a pissing contest with this asshole is the last thing they ought to be doing, though. Still, really glad they put that blindfold on him once they figured out he could make people mad just by looking at them. Now everyone just gets mad when they’re looking at him.
Sincerely,
Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Head of Security at ‘Osiris’ facility

Subject Number: 14
Power: 14 is able to detect, generate, and manipulate vibrational waves in his local environment. Manifestation of his ability often shows itself as manipulation of soundwaves. He has exibited the ability to make use of his powers through solid barriers up to two feet thick, and the ability to collect and concentrate these waves into explosive shockwaves.
Containment Procedures: Containment for 14 is fairly straightforward, considering his ability.
*All personnel around 14 are to be outfitted with ear-protection at all times.
*No sound-producing devices or objects are permitted inside the cell unless expressly required for testing, and are not to be left with the subject for any extended period of time.
*The cell 14 is contained in is to have absolutely no windows including the door, and is to be sound-proofed.
*Guards posted to 14's watch duty are not permitted to carry explosive or concussive weaponry, and are only allowed to carry weapons with a report of less than 120 dB. Suppressors are encouraged, people.
*NOTE: 14's cell is to use LED lighting specifically. Incandescent and fluorescent lights are not to be used until further notice.
Name: Adam Philips
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Psych Profile: 14, before retrieval, lived in a household of seven. Because of this, he has a very outgoing personality, and is accustomed to nearly-constant social contact.
*He tends to talk and tell jokes whenever given the opportunity.
*Subject 14 has shown a willingness to cooperate when in the presence of several people. This could potentially be exploited to make testing easier.
*It has been noted that he has a habit of withholding complaints unless agitated.
Appearance: 14 is a scrawny, slightly underweight teenage Caucasian with short brown hair and green eyes standing at 4'11". He has a small scar on the underside of his left forearm and a small burn scar between his middle and ring finger on his right hand.
Research notes: Subject 14
All things considered, the situation with Subject 14 could be worse. While he certainly does not get along with the security personnel, as was to be expected, he does seem to enjoy conversing with the doctors. I have taken to assigning some of the more approachable ones to him, in order to build on this budding relationship. Our current hypothesis is that friendly contact helps him keep his mind off of the general noise, which he appears to be hypersensitive to. This has been taken into consideration for his containment procedures.
Dr. Alexander Bose
Head of Research Department
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To: █████████
From: Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Subject: Subject 14
He likes to talk. We don’t. That’s essentially the end of this particular story. He gets whatever kicks he needs from the doctors and he’s stopped bothering us about it. He tries to strike up a conversation with one of my men every once in a while, but his heart doesn’t really seem to be in it. I’m sure as hell not complaining.
It’s a good thing he doesn’t think we owe him some conversation, or some bullshit like that. He tried to get out once, broke a goddamn window with sound and bolted halfway down the hall before we got him. My eardrums aren’t ready to handle something like that again, ear protection be damned. Fortunately our tranq rifles are silent now, so he can’t use our discharge to get even more to work with. I really need to start working on a silent way of communicating, besides the regular hand-signals and all that. Or at least keep whatever we’re saying out of his reach. No idea how I’m going to go about that, though. I should talk to Bose about this.
Sincerely,
Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Head of Security at ‘Osiris’ facility

Subject Number: 22
Power: Subject 22 has shown abilities that seem to best be described as ‘gravity manipulation’, able to create localized areas of higher or lower gravity. Her skill with her power, as well as how she chooses to use it, varies depending on her current ‘personality’ (see attached personality file)
Containment: Subject’s original personality was rather frightened of the sudden change in environment, often resisting experiments, requiring sedation. After the brain surgery, subject 22 suffered some damage to her mental state, with it being divided into two (see attached personality file). If the subject is in her more submissive state, she will respond better to orders and can be rather gullible, but must still be treated with caution as she can cause a good deal of damage should she get upset. Should her other personality emerge, however, it is recommended that the subject be immediately sedated due to her massive hostility and control over her powers.
Name/Alias: Maria Lorraine
Age: 12
Gender: female
Nationality: American
Personality: Subject has shown to have had developed a split personality as a result of recent experiments:
Personality 1: This personality is, as far as current investigation has shown, the much more convenient one. Having seemed to have suffered the most of the expected memory loss, she has taken to calling herself by her number due to having forgotten her own name. An additional side effect is that she has become a good bit more absent minded and cooperative, as long as she isn’t treated roughly. She does still treat large groups with caution and nervousness.
Personality 2: We have yet to even hear this personality speak, so we have no idea what she refers to herself as. However, this is a rather trivial concern, since this personality is much more aggressive and has already tried at least once to escape. She shows a much greater aptitude with her powers when like this and great care is needed to keep her under control. We hope the group meetings will help us determine if her hostility and inability to speak are a result of the experiment or if this personality just has a massive hatred for the staff.
So far, the more calm personality seems to be dominant most of the time, with the other one only surfacing rarely on her own, but can be reliably brought out if she is under extreme stress.
Appearance:
Height: 148 cm
Weight: 48 kg
Build: Athletic, but slim
Hair: Long, straight, black hair
Skin: pale white
Eyes: Blue
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Research notes: Subject 22
Subject 22 provides us with some trouble. We need her abilities to grow stronger, of course, but we cannot risk her aggressive personality (22.2) to take over. Perhaps a safe environment among friends would help her more docile personality (22.1) crawl out of its shell, circumventing this problem. That said, I would like a chance to see if we can communicate with Subject 22.2, if we are able to neutralize her ability through some other means. We need more data on her at any rate, If we want to put accurate security measures in place.
Dr. Alexander Bose
Head of Research Department
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To: █████████
From: Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Subject: Subject 22
Okay, yeah, she’s generally pretty cooperative and doesn’t cause too much trouble, but I’ve seen the other her take over. We tranqed her almost immediately, sure, but trust me, that split second? Easily one of the scariest moments in my life. Nothing that looks like a 12 year old girl should look that deadly calm when the world’s ending around her.
When those eyes lock on yours, you know it wants you dead, and there’s nothing you can do to change it. That’s pure hatred and nothing else. I have no idea what the hell Bose is thinking when he talks around bringing it out in a safe environment, because I don’t think there is one. All I can say is that I really hope I won’t be there when that particular experiment happens.
Sincerely,
Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Head of Security at ‘Osiris’ facility

Dossier on subject 25:
Power:
Subject has shown aura-like pseudo-limbs. These limbs have shown complete submission to subject's will. When concentrated, subject shows veins surrounding the peripherals of the eyes abnormally engorged while the pupils become merely micrometers in diameter. In this state of concentration, subject has heightened senses.
//Note to Scientists: test the subject for possible use of the aura pseudo-limbs as projectiles. This has been recently thought of and yet to be tested.
Containment procedure:
Subject requires a patrol of guards with the highest willpower. One of the guards needs to be equipped with a taser, disallowing both subject's ability to enter her concentrated state. Subject also requires being bound by shackles and gauntlets preventing the aura from entering her fore arm area; therefore preventing her pseudo-limbs.
Name: Subject experienced mental distress and instability upon brain surgery, making her long-term memory be "flushed" from her brain. She remembers nothing of before the surgery. However, she is fond of the name "Maggie". That's what the others have started calling her.
Age: 16
Gender: female
Nationality: English
Personality: Subject shows kindness towards everyone, yet excruciating sarcasm when questioned. She does as requested, and complies with any request, no matter how sarcastic the response. Psychiatrists have noticed what they call a "passive aggressive undertone" to her acts, explaining the sarcasm. Subject also shows calmness in any situation, which may help.
Appearance:

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Research notes: Subject 25
The subject is generally pleasant to work with. She follows all commands to the best of her ability and other researchers have begun to want to experiment on her, claiming that her sarcasm lightens the mood. As long as she does not become aware that she’s seen as a promotion, this should not cause any problems. That said, her more extensive memory-loss makes indoctrinating her quite simple, and I have reminded staff to be as amicable towards her as can reasonably be expected within protocol. We can focus on making her more aggressive later.
Dr. Alexander Bose
Head of Research Department
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To: █████████
From: Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Subject: Subject 25
This one seems practically normal compared to the others. It almost seems like a relief, to not have some fucking sociopath running around, trying to kill you. That doesn’t mean I’m about to let my guard down with this one. I made the goddamn rule that should prevent that. The doctors sure as hell seemed to have missed that particular memo. Then again, as long as it doesn’t affect my work, I don’t give a damn about what they’re doing.
Her powers are a lot less annoying than the others’, too. As far as I’m concerned, she just has an extra pair of arms sometimes. The whole focus thing makes her look freaky, and so far we’ve tranqed her as soon as it happens. I don’t really know what it does, but given everything else I’m forced to deal with here, I’m not really anxious to find out. The doctors can deal with that, too.
Sincerely,
Sergeant Jonathan Keel
Head of Security at ‘Osiris’ facility

Subject Number:
Not Applicable
Power:
Above average IQ and advanced understanding of the human psyche.
Name:
Dr. Amber Teasley
Gender:
Female
Age:
31
Nationality:
American
Personality:
Amber can be a bit of a control freak at times and she is often seen by her colleagues as neurotic because she worries too much and can sometimes be a bit paranoid. While Amber always expects the worst she does have big expectations for her future. Amber is very empathetic toward other people and animals always imagining her self in their shoes. Amber must achieve perfection in everything she does and often these unreasonable goals that she sets for her self end up causing her a lot of stress. Because she is wound up so tight Amber is often viewed as being no fun or having no sense of humor. Amber takes great pride in her work because she doesn’t have much of a life outside of it. She expects others to take her very seriously and show her the same respect and professional courtesy that she shows them.
Appearance:
Amber is thin with long black hair and she wears prescription glasses over her beautiful blue eyes. She doesn’t wear much make up and her hair is usually hanging freely reaching far below her shoulders. She dresses very professionally in clothes that typically hide the appealing curves of her nicely tanned body. Instead of lugging around a purse she is usually seen holding a clipboard containing all her notes and the details of her current projects.
Background:
Amber’s father was a military man and she spent much of her childhood on base because her mother died when she was just a baby. Amber always wanted to be a therapist because she loved to help people especially kids. She went to Princeton where she majored in psychology and got her doctorate. Her father being highly ranked in the military persuaded her into taking a job for the U.S. military as a psychologist instead of getting her own practice. It wasn’t long before Amber was recruited by the C.I.A. where she began profiling criminals and studying the minds of killers. Amber was so good at what she did after five years Amber who was 29 was recruited by a top secret organization not known to the public called D.A.T.A. (Department of Advanced Technology Assimilation)
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To: Dr.Bose
From: Dr.Teasley
Subject: Debriefing
Hello, as you know I will be arriving at the facility tomorrow for my debriefing. I look forward to working with you doctor I have heard many good things. I am excited to meet the subjects as well. It is to my knowledge that they are behaving unpredictably. I suspect that this will be the case until they start to grow accustomed to their new abilities. Then we will be able to separate the troubled ones from those acting more docile. I was also told they are suffering from memory loss. That is a very good thing doctor we will be able to give them the most suitable memories for their personality type making them enthusiastic about aiding us in our research. I strongly recommend keeping those with strong memories away from those with significant memory loss. Having not been properly debriefed I have no more recommendations for you at this time.
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To: Dr. Amber Teasley
From: Dr. Alexander Bose
Subject: RE: Debriefing
Hello doctor Teasley,
Your recommendations are noted and appreciated and I am certain your skills will be invaluable in the coming phases of our research. I would suggest withholding advice until you have done a preliminary check-up on our Subjects, at least.
They are behaving as orderly as one would expect from a set of teenagers with paranormal abilities who have recently undergone extensive brain surgery. Some of them were not exactly stable to begin with and their mental health has not improved since.
While the dossiers we’ve provided you with have no doubt given you an idea of what you’re dealing with, you really should see them with your own eyes. I can assure you that you will be amazed, in various meanings of the word.
I look forward to your arrival.
Yours sincerely,
Dr. Alexander Bose
Head of Research Department
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Research notes: Dr. Teasley
She no doubt has certain ideas of what she’s going to encounter here. Fortunately I will not have to do anything to make her forget each and every one of them in the first day. Unfortunate as it may be, I do need her expertise, and I will have to persuade her to share her findings with me and not just with her actual superior. I may have to take her under my wing while she’s still suffering from the initial shock. I will have to make sure her first encounter will be with one of the more volatile Subjects.
Dr. Alexander Bose
Head of Research Department

“I still have to strongly object to this plan of yours,” sergeant Keel said. He had, once again, burst into his office uninvited and started pacing around in it. Bose would have to do something about that. Still, the man was right to be worried. It meant he would be paying attention.
“Your complaints have been noted, sergeant,” dr. Alexander Bose replied. “Today will, however, continue as planned.” It was an exciting day at the Osiris facility, and everyone was on edge. None so much as the head of security, however.
“Can’t you at least keep 5 and 11 out of this meeting? I swear to God if they start working together I’m going to kill someone and I don’t even-“
“They will all be present, sergeant, as we have discussed.” Bose sighed. This was getting on his nerves. They had gone over this a million times. “Are you dissatisfied with the security measures we have agreed upon?” He wasn’t, Bose knew. They’d been working on it for days now. Even 7 wasn’t going to get out of that room without their permission.
Keel gave an exasperated sigh. “I guess not.”
“Very well. I expect all of your men to be on high alert.” He had even permitted the use of a little more force against the subjects, should they cause trouble. “Meet me in the observation room in an hour,” he told Keel. “And if you happen to see doctor Teasley, remind her as well, will you?”
The sergeant grunted in response and stormed out.

While Keel was certainly right to be nervous about some subjects, Bose worried about an entirely different set. 2 and 10 would be far more dangerous in the grand scheme of things than any of the others could ever be, and that was not even talking about what the jokesters among the subjects could do to his plans if they banded together. No, the sergeant was definitely right to worry, but this needed to happen, if he wanted to succeed.

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Sergeant Jonathan Keel stomped through the hallways, half tempted to put the first guard that so much as looked at him funny on 5 duty, just to take the edge off. Who did Bose think he was? His goddamn errand boy? He could go get that damn psychologist himself if he needed her so badly. He was going to do his rounds to make sure all of his men were ready for the shitstorm that was going to happen today. And it was going to happen, security measures be damned. These monstrosities would find a way.

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Most security personnel found 10 duty to be extremely boring. Subject 10 didn’t make escape attempts like some of the others did, but they were not really allowed to talk about anything, given that 10 paid way too close attention. Only around 2 was even less talk allowed. Needless to say, this got on their nerves. So much so that they inevitably slipped up.

“So, what do you think about today’s main event?” one asked the other.
“Don’t even joke about that, man, the sergeant has been breathing down my neck for days.”
“Really? What the hell for?”
“Because he’s the sergeant, it’s kind of what he does, if you hadn’t noticed.”
“Yeah, but you sound like this is something special, so I’m just-”
“I’m not supposed to talk about it. Definitely not around 10, so shut up.”

The guard was quiet for a moment, gears turning in his head. “This isn’t about 7’s recent-?”
“Shut up.”
“Oh man, that was you?”
“I said shut up.”
“Hell no, this is gold. What happened?”
“I’m done talking to you.”

The cell they were guarding was entirely silent, save for the muffled sounds of the guards permeating through the door and the steady, rhythmic breathing of Subject 10. He lay perfectly still on his back, hands on his stomach and fingers entwined. His eyes were closed and his heart beat at a constant rate of 52 beats per minute. To those viewing him through the cameras, he looked sound asleep. He was, of course, not. Subject 10 slept only rarely, as the doctors had discovered early on. It was the small smile from listening to the guards that betrayed him this time. It could have come from a pleasant dream, but Subject 10 did not have pleasant dreams.

He was wearing the standard white jumpsuit all subjects had been issued. His had the number ten printed on his chest, as if to remind everyone that’s what he was. His black hair had grown back to its original form rather quickly after surgery, and had barely grown since. Subject 10 liked it that way.

He was acutely aware of what today would bring, and it had left him vaguely curious, in a detached sort of way. He had heard a lot about the other subjects over his stay here, and some of the information had even been useful, but actually meeting that would be interesting, to say the least. Far more interesting than getting shot with tranquilisers every day just to see how much he could handle before truly passing out.

As if on cue, the door to his cell opened and, by the sound of things, two people entered. A doctor and an assistant. The former male and the latter female, if he wasn’t mistaken. His eyes remained closed as he waited for them to address him.
“We know you’re awake, Ten, get up,” the doctor said. Male indeed. He liked being right.
“My name is James,” James said.
“You know we’re not supposed to call you that, Ten,” the doctor’s assistant said. Female. Right again.
James did not move an inch.
The doctor and his assistant exchanged looks before he sighed. “James, get up.”
“Of course, doctor.”

James got on his feet in one fluid motion, his body moving perfectly in sync. It looked almost unnatural, just ever so subtly not human and he knew they never got used to it. He stood before the doctor and his assistant, standing perfectly straight and locking his grey eyes on the doctor’s green ones. The assistant barely even registered.
“What will it be today, doctor?”
“You know exactly what you’re going to do today, Ten,” the assistant said. James ignored her.
“You’ll be meeting others like you,” the doctor answered instead. That was a curious statement, as well as a lie. They both knew there were no others like him.
“Very well. Lead the way.”

James walked through the hallway, flanked by four security personnel as the doctor and his assistant showed him the way. His hands were tied behind his back, a necessary precaution, of course, but James looked like he would walk with his hands clasped behind his back at any rate. These hardly seemed to inconvenience him. Other than that he completely ignored the guards. It was important that they thought he deemed them inconsequential.

James also pointedly did not ask where they were going, simply allowing the doctor and his little assistant to guide him to his destination. After carefully memorising the route taken, James was stopped in front of a door.
“Doctor Bose wants you to behave, Subject Ten,” the assistant said again. She did not really seem to grasp how this conversation was supposed to go. “Don’t annoy them, don’t get them at each other’s throats, and don’t mobilise them to start an uprising, it won’t work.” He liked Bose, to some extent. The man seemed to know what he was doing. “Do you understand?”
James did not give any sign that she was even there. She threw up her hands and groaned in frustration, the guards looking uncomfortable.
It was the doctor who finally broke the tension. “Do as you’re told, James.”
“Of course, doctor.”

His hands were untied as he was let into what he had decided to call the Common Room. There were a few tables and a number of chairs, clearly designed for functionality rather than comfort, scattered around the room. He counted twelve chairs, which meant they were either messing with his head, or there were a few subjects that they had managed to leave him ignorant of. He idly ran the information he did have through his head as he took a seat, waiting for the others to arrive.

[Black Icee]

“It’s subject 8 next, right Doctor?”
The stout man took a sip of his coffee before looking down at the clipboard in his free hand.
“Yes, you’re correct.” He responded slowly. “You know the drill.”
The nurse nodded his head slightly before making a zipping close motion over his mouth.
They began walking through the seemingly endless concrete halls.
“Doctor, I’ve always wondered, why is 8 kept so far away from the compound? I mean, I get it with 7 and 2...”
“8’s usually in pretty good control of her emotions, but if she was to have an unexpected episode then the last thing we’d need is her killing power to the facility and knocking out containment.”
“I guess the facility really has thought of everything.”
“She also finds being around large groups of people disconcerting.”
“Why’s that?”
“It’s part of her ability, and it’s what I’m asking her about today.”

“This shit is way too hot, why don’t we have any fucking air conditioning down here?”
The other man lugged his rifle higher up into his shoulder.
“We do, but we’re further away from the main complex and we’re stuck wearing these suits.”
“I fucking hate 8 duty, it’s so damn boring.”
“You’ve never been placed on 5 or 22 have you? This is a reward compared to that. Those were some nasty containment breaches.”
“I heard this one killed a couple people during stress testing.”
“Yeah, but that was put down quite easily and I don’t think she remembers that a- Shit, Doctors.”

The two Doctors approached Subject 8’s cell, the first finally having finished his Coffee.
“Morning gentlemen, now, standard procedure as always, if I could get the door opened.”

The two guards nodded before taking out their keys and turning towards the door. They slid the complex shapes into the holes on the walls and turned them in unison in a series of lefts and rights before the all the doors locks had finally clinked open.
The doctors stepped in, the first being the only one to speak, and in a language none of the others were familiar with.
<<Good morning 8, how are you feeling today?>>

On her small bed sat subject 8, she moved from clutching her knees to face the doctor. The small girl swung her legs over the side of the bed, them just being able to touch the floor, Her stoic appearance was unchanged as the other doctor went about checking over 8’s cell and then finally the subject herself.
<<I’m fine Doctor.>>
<<That’s good to hear. Now I’m going to ask you a few questions. You’ve said previously that you can see electronic impulses in the body, correct?>> He didn’t wait for a response before continuing. <<Can you explain how this manifests itself?>>
<<It’s like flowing lines of light inside a person>>
<<Are these lines any particular colour?>>
Eight averted her eyes from the two people in the room, the other doctor pulling her off the bed onto her feet to look over her further.
<<No...>>
<<Do you only see these lines? Can you hear them? Or use any other sense?>>
<<I... I can sense the flow in people even without looking at them, what I see is some kind of representation of what I sense.>>
<<How does this sensation feel exactly?>>
<<Like they’re right on top of me, like I could reach out and touch them... But whenever I try, they feel out of reach despite being right there.>>
The second doctor finished inspecting the subject and nodded towards the first, who had just finished taking his notes.
<<That will be it for today from me 8. Others will be here shortly for the rest of todays studies.>>

[Demon Priestess]

“I’m really fucking confused. I just don’t get it. Is this a hospital or a prison? Where are the goddamn police? This can’t be legal. I want to fucking appeal this. How long can you possibly keep me in this FUCKING bed? I hate ALL of you. Bunch of fucking cunt-ass pussies. You’re afraid of me. You’re right though, I wouldn’t let me out of these restrains either. Forget what I could do to you mentally, I’d fucking punch your face in until my hand was broken and bleeding, until your fucking skull caved in, until you had no teeth left to knock the fuck out! And depending on how badly you pissed me off, I’d fucking fix all of our bones, and do it all over again!” She was screaming at the top of her lungs now. “I want to feel my knuckles colliding with your goddamn smug faces!” She inhaled deeply, and then started to pant slightly, having exerted herself. “I’ll kill all of you! Get me a fucking lawyer!” She was pulling against the industrial plastic restraints with all her might, so much that the bed wobbled.

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“I know you can hear me, how come nobody ever comes to talk to me?” From her place on the bed, her eyes continually peered into the camera’s lens. “Is this some kind of really bad joke, am I ‘five’ on purpose? Will you guys at least promise to tell me when it’s November 5th?” She pursed her lips together in a line, trying not to frown. “I wish my name was Evey, that’d be too funny..” The subject then started to sob. “Please.. let me out .. of this bed.. send me to a regular jail.. please..” She whined. “Send me anywhere but here..” After her weeping stopped, one could notice lines of pink crawling up her legs. Here, the skin looked injured, like it had been scraped off. Subject five gritted her teeth in pain, causing checkered patterns to appear over her legs like this.

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“FUCK! Somebody please come here.. please.. I really need to take a piss! Helllooo! Hurry up!” Subject five begged, pleaded and yelled for anybody to come to her cell. She shifted her body as best as she could while held in the unforgiving shackles, trying to maneuver herself free. “Being tied here doesn’t affect my abilities.. why can’t I use the toilet?!” The subject resorted to begging again. “Please, I swear to god I’ll get back in here if you just let me out to pee..” She held it as long as she possibly could, until she was finally lying in a warm puddle. Five lay there forever, crying her heart out. Never had she been this humiliated. They would pay for this.

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Five heard footsteps coming down the hallway, her mood significantly increase. She noticeably perked up. Almost immediately after seeing the face, however, a tranq dart was shot right through her suit into her thigh. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ASSHOLES?!” The man started to curse as she concentrated on his unprotected parts. Fortunately, he fled before she could do any real damage. “GET BACK HERE, I DARE YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKER.” This yelling continued until she was finally knocked out. The guards weren’t stupid, until the real protective gear got here they only handled her, or even got near her, while she was unconscious.

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Subject Five awoke in the common room. Her bed and clothes were freshly cleaned. This no longer mattered to her though. There were other people in the room. Why was she allowed to be with these people? Why weren’t they wearing xray gear? “This bed thing is getting really old really quick.” She said, strapped firmly in place. “Who the fuck are you guys?”

[sinisnalp]

Guard duty for subject 22 tended to fall into one of two categories: boring or life-threateningly terrifying. Luckily for the guards today, it was the former rather than the latter. Conversation rules around her cell were pretty lax compared to some others, but diligence was still a necessity.

Of course, what the guards were talking about was of little concern to 22. She preferred to just spend her time in a small gravity bubble ‘floating’ around the room. It wasn’t quite 0g, but it was close enough. Luckily, they never really saw the need to tie her down since restraints didn’t actually do anything to stop her powers and just made her freak out a little at being confined. She didn’t really remember much of what happened after that time that they did. Just that she blacked out and when she woke up, she was in bed and everyone was really nervous for some reason.

“I wonder what we are doing today. They seem to be running late, or maybe I just got up early. The guards seem a little more nervous than usual for some reason. Wonder why? Oh well. Maybe…” 22’s thought chain was interrupted, however, when the door was unlocked and 2 guards and one of the doctors stepped in. However, keeping herself aloft in a gravity bubble also required quite a lot of concentration, so she quickly found herself on the ground as well. Luckily, she had taken to floating a bit closer to the ground ever since that incident with the meatloaf, so it was only a slight discomfort of a landing. Of course, the guards had their tranquilizer guns pointed at her when she looked up. They always seemed to do that when she got nervous or hit her head or something.
“How are you today, 22?” he asked in a rather polite tone. 22 liked this guy because he was always really nice and positive to her, but for some reason, part of her didn’t seem to trust him, for reasons that seemed to elude her.

“Pretty good.” She replied, pushing her hair out of her eyes so she could see. “I think I’m getting a little better at this.” She added, as she seemed to just push herself back onto her feet with some help from her powers.

“That is very nice to hear. How would you like to come with us now?” He smiled as he guided her toward the exit to the room.

“Okay. What are we doing today?” she asked, slightly nervous. While she didn’t mind some of the tests they liked to do, some of them were uncomfortable. She didn’t like needles.

“Today, we are going to meet your fellow subjects.” He said, keeping his strange smile, as they approached the room. “Do you think you can be on your best behavior?”

“I’ll… try…” 22 replied, as the door started to open. Numerous thoughts were on her mind. “How many would be here? Would they be kind? They wouldn’t pick on her, would they?” 22 wasn’t a big fan of talking to too many people, and had trouble meeting new people. Hopefully things went well. Apparently the guards agreed with this thought as they only got more on edge as they entered the room…

[Selene2Moon]

Sometimes time doesn't move. It hangs limply like a dead branch, suspended in the darkness that encompasses every corner of the world. Everything is quiet, deadly silent, as if anticipating the return of seconds passing by on a clock. The world yearns for that sound. Tick tock. The symbol of time thawing. Was it all in her head? If she had any humor left, Naomi would have laughed. Of course it was. She lived her days in a world so dark that her own mind had been stained black. Were her eyes shut or open? It didn't matter because everything looked the same. Or, at least it would until time resumes it status. Naomi lay on the cold, hard floor, face to the ground. Her cheeks had long ago lost feeling, and had become numb and heavy. She thought she heard the echo of feet slapping the ground, and eventually the muffled noise grew louder and louder. Someone was coming.

The door creaked opened, almost hesitantly. At least two pairs of feet scuffled through the doorway and into her humble abode. “11, are you awake?” a loud, echoe-y voice inquired. Naomi could find no implication of what the purpose of his question was. She found no reason to lie and promptly nodded. His response to her tacit reaction was, “Stand up then.” Naomi did as she was told, and stood up to face the voice. “Do I just take it off then?” a wispy, timid woman questioned, “Where do I look?”

“Yes, I need her blindfold removed. Don't worry about your eyes, you are wearing the best protection we can offer.” There was an edge in his voice, and that slight inflection betrayed his emotions. Naomi knew. They had been testing her abilities for weeks now, and the results showed that with intense training of her ability she would be capable of penetrating the most reflective eye wear. It was a frightening revelation, and that was what caused the new procedure: blindfolded for 21-23 hours per day.

Suddenly, Naomi felt cold, bony hands brushing against her face. The tremor in her fingers tickled Naomi's cheeks as the woman reached around to undo the thick fabric that obscured her vision. “It's coming off,” the lady said, slowly removing the blindfold. Naomi squinted her brown eyes, preparing for the blinding light. Her eyes were free now, but her lashes guarded them from the overwhelming splash of color and detail. Of course, to the average person her room would appear to be bland with its boring gray walls and matching floors. Indeed her apparel reflected the lack of creativity; she wore a white jumpsuit with two large 1's printed onto her chest.
Once her eyes had adjusted, Naomi looked up to the man, the doctor. He wore shiny reflective glasses.
“How are you feeling, 11?”

Naomi nodded, though that question didn't apply to her. Well, it couldn't.
To be honest, she didn't feel anything. Naomi didn't know why, nor did she care. She mindlessly nodded as the doctor continued to bombard her with questions. It was the usual. Instead, she focused more on the tick tock of his watch. Time had started again, if only for an hour. After the doctor had finished the questions, Naomi had expected him to leave. Instead he ordered the assistant to put the blindfold back on. “You are going to meet people like you today,” he said. Naomi complied and let herself be led down the hallway. When they reached the doorway, they undid her blindfold and nudged her inside, giving her little instructions. She stumbled into the room and, seeing other people with similar jumpsuits, decided to sit beside a male with a ten labeled onto his chest.

[Zombiedude101]

Thirteen awoke, met only by the unpleasant, crushing embrace of a headache, a severe one at that. "Mn....shite..." He groaned, and grasped for the edge of the covers, his eyes still clenched shut due to the stinging of the overhead light, which had only recently flickered onwards, much to his disdain and prompting him to quietly mutter 'Piss off'. After a little fumbling, he eventually found the corner of his quilt and pulled it aside, allowing him to sit up. Suddenly, he felt cold, until he realised that he wasn't wearing anything save for a grey pair of boxers and matching socks. Rubbing his eyes, he glanced across the room, until he found a small jumpsuit set which had been discarded in the corner of the room. Initially he was tempted to dress himself first, before starting the day, but eventually he decided that he wanted a shower. Maybe it'd clear up his headache, or at least distract him from it.

So, stepping into the bathroom segment of his cell, he glanced around, as if he felt there was another person watching him, and quietly relieved himself on the chrome toilet before flushing and turning towards the shower, releasing a quiet whistle as he searched for the faucet. Eventually he found it, and decided to run the shower just a little before stepping inside, undressing himself in the meantime, before eventually stepping in. The water was warm, comfortable enough, at least. It felt good to him, and he felt a little better already, despite the fact that not five minutes ago he'd been cursing the day. His headache still lingered, but he was calm enough that he was able to ignore it with more ease than before.

Roughly ten to fifteen minutes later, he'd finished. Thirteen never really counted the amount of time it took him to shower, not that he had anything to help him do such at any rate, but he'd figured that was how long he'd taken. After all, it was one of the few things that he could remember from before, before being brought here by 'those picks in the uniforms'. At least, without it becoming a hazed memory, like most. An insignificant fact, but nevertheless a fact which had embedded itself within his mind. So, stepping out of the tiny shower cubicle, he quickly grabbed for himself a towel, which, like his clothes and the surrounding, was coloured a dull grey. To say the least, it was kind of depressing, and irritated him just a little, but not so much to spark anger or anything of the sort. Drying himself off, he quickly grabbed himself a clean set of underwear which had been conveniently laid out on the rack ahead of him, and to his slight dissapointment, he remembered that the rack was actually a part of the wall, so any hopes he might have had of prying it away to use as a makeshift weapon quickly dissipated. Not that he would have done that. At least, not straight away.

The mirror was much the same as the rack, fixated to the wall and made of a simple, yet highly resiliant plastic material. Shattering it was for the most part impossible, and even then the shards wouldn't have made effective weapons beyond scratching someone up a little bit. When he bowed down his head, he could spot the small patch which was notably thinner than the rest, where his scar remained and headaches would often originate from. It didn't hurt, for the most part. A little sore if he touched it, and the area was sensitive all around, but it was otherwise normal. Glancing downwards, Thirteen gave a off quiet whistle as he spotted his toothbrush, wrapping his fingers around the lower end of the 'handle' whilst using those on his other hand to pop open a tube of toothpaste, which he then gave a good squeeze so as to force the tube to relinquish some of its minty white contents to the bristles of the brush, which he promptly gave a good rinse just to dilute the flavour a little. Not that he hated the taste of mint, he just disliked the taste when it was too strong.

After about a minute and a half's worth of brushing, he spat what little remained of the dliuted paste into the sink, running the tap to clear out anything else that remained, before rinsing off his brush and depositing it into the little pot ahead, then splashing a bit of water against his face and rubbing a small amount of soap into it, just to wash it off. Hygeine, that was something else he remembered. He valued it, not that he was a clean-freak or anything, he just disliked filth and preferred to look after himself. Following this, he quickly redressed himself via a pair of fresh clothes, though they looked the same as yesterday's, though that didn't bother him much. At least he didn't have trouble in deciding which set of clothes to wear for the day.

"Sarge said anythin' new on this kid?"

A voice from outside piqued his interest, prompting him to raise an eyebrow as he turned around.

"Nah', and don't call /it/ a kid, Keel said himself that they aren't children, and we shouldn't treat 'em like it either."
"Relax, no need to bite my G-D head off, was just askin'."
"Yeah, I know, but I'd rather if I didn't have him giving us another lecture on how to treat them."
"Like with the other guy, Palmers or somethin'? Hah, remember when /Thirteen/ gave him a straight punch to the face, left him with a black eye a couple days, just before uh, y'know, the doctors worked their stuff on 'im?"
"Yeah, Keel wasn't too pleased about that, had the guy in his office for about half an hour, and you could even hear it from outside. Threatenin' to shoot 'im an' dump his body somewhere in a far-off Mexican Town, sayin' that a buncha' high-schoolers could do better security detail than him. The usual shit, then the rook walked out with a funny look on his face."
"Really? Shit, missed mosta' that. Left the room after Keel firsta asked him to haul ass to his office, didn't want to get caught in No Man's Land, you follow me?"
"Yeah. Still, scary shit, knowing that kid can make you feel stuff. Not as scary as some of the others."
"Don't make me think about what that other bitch did to Gorman."
"I feel you there. Still, Thirteen's not the kind I'd like to mess with. It's bad enough that he can make you feel pissed off or depressed just by looking at or being close to you, but the fact he can make you feel pain just by touching you? Wouldn't want to piss him off, but then, I wouldn't want to be around him. Even Keel's admitted that it's tempting to bash the kid with a rifle butt when he starts with the abuse, and that isn't exactly rare. Not so bad as the start, mind you."
"Yeah. At least it's not as boring as detail with Eight, or Ten."
"Mhm. Wait, here he comes."

A series of footsteps could be heard, followed by the sound of a third voice.

"Gentlemen."
"Doctor Jaming."
"So, shall we begin?"
"Whenever you're ready, Doctor."
"Of course. Open it up, please."

Silence briefly followed, then the sound of something clicking, the audible beep of a keypad and then, the door to Thirteen's cell slid open, and in stepped a middle aged man with greying hair, donning an appropriately fitting doctor's coat, followed suit by two armed security officers, evidently part of the facility's team.

"Good morning, Thirt-"
"I'm sayin' this once, and only once. Call me Nathan, Nathe' or don't even soddin' bother, 'cos I'm not goin' ter' be called by a number, yer' understand?"

'Thirteen'

He hated the number, as most referred to him by it now. Again, Thirteen could remember only a few things from before; his name was one of them. Nathan, he remembered it as. Or Nathe', pronounced Nay-the, as some called him. As far as he was concerned, he'd been given the name for a reason, and wouldn't accept otherwise. However, much to the relief of both Doctor Jaming and the security detail, Thirteen had opted to look away from the three to avoid prompting a response involving tranquiliser darts like once before. See, right now he was irritated, annoyed even, and by looking at them, he'd likely end up making them feel the same, no doubt due to the fact that he was, as he called, 'one o' the freaks'.

"So... yer' bringin' me breakfast, or me' tablets for my headaches?"
"Not for the time being, though you might be pleased to know we're going to be letting you talk with others, like you."
"What, freaks like me? No thanks, pissin' heads hurtin' as it is."
"Not exactly, and please refrain from using such language."
"Then what?"
"You'll see, soon enough Thir-... just, you'll see."
"Fine, jus' hurry up, would you."
"Of course. If you would kindly co-operate.."

One of the security detail tossed a blindfold in Nathan's direction, to which he hesitantly responded by wrapping it around his eyes, tugging it back to tighten it to a satisfactory level. Once that had been done with, Thirteen was soon escorted from his cell, and taken down a series of corridors before eventually arriving at the hall. Jaming promptly removed the blindfold, before quietly noting.

"Please try to be on your best behaviour, and refrain from being... unpleasant, towards the others. Some are a little more sensitive than you, no offence intended."
"Yeah.. fine. So long as they don't cause trouble wi' me, I'll be decen' enough."
"Good. Now, off you go."

And with the Doctor's blessing, Nathan stepped into the room, with the door behind him quickly sliding shut.

"Well, shite'."

[Megafire7]

James sat back and waited for his fellow subjects to arrive. First someone was rolled in in a bed, the security personnel making sure to keep their rifles trained on him. He did not move, but did stare at them intently. It didn't take him very long to place the girl, even before he noticed the number on her chest; the volatile Subject 5. She didn't look as terrifying as he had imagined from the stories he had heard, although, he noted, it would be very difficult to look intimidating strapped down and unconscious like that. That would probably not last very long, though.

Subject 5 (he would have to learn her name so he could do away with that abonimable title) was followed by a shockingly young girl. She was certainly in her early teens, and that took down his respect for the people running this operation even further. Subject 22 raised another question, if only by her number. James knew subjects had died during operations, they'd told him when he pretended to be dead for a moment himself, but this meant that, if the twelve chairs were representative of the remaining subjects, at least ten of them had already died. Interesting. She looked rather nervous, so James gave her a friendly smile as she entered, trying to put her at ease a little.

Subject 22 was followed by Subject 11. James had heard a few stories about her as well, if not as many as he had about 5. She didn't look particularly interested, although she did sit down next to him. He gave her a small nod and extended a hand. "James Savage," he introduced himself. It was then that 5 awoke, apparently not all too pleased with her current position. "Excuse me," James told Subject 11, getting up and approaching Subject 5.

"I take it they are too afraid of you to let you out?" he asked her. "What can you do?" He had to be sure he wasn't about to cause a disaster by letting her out, after all.

[Zombiedude101]

Nathan remained silent, his gaze wandering across the room, eyeing up the others, sizing them up. One of them, who they'd so callously labelled 'Five'. "Cunts." he thought, noticing that she was strapped down. No doubt they were like him, maybe different, but still like him. 'Freaks'. Quietly, he approached Five and Ten, intent on freeing the former, regardless of what made her a 'freak'. "Those bastards, fuckin' strappin' people down like animals. It's sick, fucking wrong, makes my sodding blood boil." As he neared them, he quickly directed a sentence towards Ten, not really focussed on him so much as Five. "Mate, any idea on 'ow to undo these straps? Fuckin' sick, this is, treating us like fucking animals. Cunts who run this place, I fucking swear.."

[Sharagran]

Jon was bored. Jon was very bored. In fact, if boredom was a contest, Jon would qualify for the Olympic team no sweat. Yeah, he went there, that's how bored he was. His last escape attempt wasn't boring at all, far from it; hell, he'd managed to beat both his time attack and total mayhem scores. Best part had to be playing the Pulp Fiction theme full blast on his wing's intercom system. Took 'em ten minutes to break the door down. He'd granted them that victory though; nothing beat the sight of your mortal enemy slouching in a (ridiculously) comfortable chair, both feet crossed on the control panel while smoking one of Lieutenant Jasper's priceless Cuban cigars. Sometimes he wondered whether he shouldn't give that poor girl a break, he did have a soft spot for the ladies. But then he would remember the whole "we're taking away your freedom and you're now our lab rat" thing, so fuck that. Besides, she looked so freakin' cute whenever she threw a hissy fit.

"Subject Seven!"

Speak of the devil. "Yes, Satan?"

"Get your ass out of bed," the Lieutenant pressed on, ignoring his remark, "we're opening the cage door, keep your hands where I can see 'em."

Jonathan Proudfoot did as ordered, putting on a boyish smile as her stern, eye patched face came into view. Chicks digged scars he had been told. Well, he certainly didn't mind returning the favour on that one. Two stun rifles poked in when the door opened. Necessary precautions they probably thought, but he didn't feel like running today. Today was a big day he'd heard, and while escape was still his Number One Priority, his curiosity got the better of him. Jasper stepped in with confident strides (which not quite enough hid the swaying of her hips) and the traditional permafrown; God what he wouldn't give for a night alone with that harpy.

"Cuff him," she bluntly ordered, and Jon generously offered his arms as one of her companions stepped forward with a pair of those new electro restrain thingies. Basically - as he had found out the hard, painful way - once activated those things released a continuous burst of electricity as soon as the pressure pads, well, weren't pressured. Very effective, but he already figured out a few ways to get around 'em. No testing them out today though.

"Oh la la, mon cheri," he purred in butchered French, "if you wanted a quick tryst you could have just asked. I know a lot of places less... stingy, and the cuffs are just too much!"

The Lieutenant rolled her eye as the Casanova wannabe droned on, "although I must admit... this does look like one of my fantasies. Is this the part where you tell me I have the right to remain... aroused?"

"Enough," she simply stated, "first of all, it's ma cherié, if you're gonna try la langue de l'amour on me, at least speak it fucking properly."

Jon was instantly put down. She wasn't even angry. Hell, now he payed closer attention, she looked... content, smug even? This couldn't be good. "And what's the second part?"

She laughed and waved a small device in front of his face. "I can activate that thing remotely."

"Oh shi-"

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When he regained consciousness, Subject 7 found himself face down on the floor in what appeared to be some sort of common room to his blurry vision. Once he'd stumbled to his feet (and one static shock from grabbing a metal table leg later), his eyes finally got their act together and spotted several people wearing similar jumpsuits to his. They even had numbers on 'em like his too. Eventually it clicked with him.

"Ah, so that's what it was for!"

Yeah, not a brilliant first impression.

[Demon Priestess]

Five, locked in the bed, with free subjects in the room was on a total high alert. Although unlike a regular human, she was not helpless while held in this fashion, she couldn’t help but feel like a deer in headlights. Especially as a male approached her. She had been listening him speak to the other female, his name was James. Or, it had been James. They weren’t people anymore, just nameless prisoners.

His questions irritated her. “Nothing I can’t do while still being strapped to this bloody bed, which is why it doesn’t make a goddamn ounce of sense for me to be living in it!” Her heart pounded, both in fear and fury. Although she didn’t want to admit it, there probably was a reason she was strapped to the bed. If she fucked up all the guards, she still wouldn’t be able to escape. She’s immobilized. Less incentive, she supposed. “Apparently they’ve never heard of handcuffs..” She said, her voice more calm now.

“I can fuck up people’s bones without touching them.” Five finally responded. “To a lesser degree, I can also mess around with skin..” She didn’t seem to have a good understanding of her own powers. “They don’t bug me a lot. They are waiting for a shipment of custom made protective gear for the staff assigned to me.” Five struggled against the restraints slightly. “You are physically free, and you now know more about me than I know about you.. will you reciprocate?” Or will I have to give you a firsthand example of just exactly what I can do? But she did not voice this. She would not mind having an ally.

When yet another male with a large ‘13’ across his jumpsuit also began to crowd her, she grew displeased. She did, however, share his point of view. “Heh, cunts.” She repeated the word, slightly amused that such a small child would have such a mouth on him. “Don’t got a fucking clue… the leather ones were a piece of cake to shred, but I can’t even raise my head enough to see these new ones.”