Jason stood at the door the room, He had a bit of a history with davis. Mostly the doctor had scarred him with forced hallucinations of his father to see his reaction. And Jason fighting back and biting along with other tactics for harm. Jason hated the doctor with every fiber of his beig and swore that the doctor's life would be his. "Wonder how your precious little daughter and wife feel watching what a monster you've become, or how they feel now that they have to relive the last moments of their lives over and over because of what dear old daddy is doing to somebody much more powerful than he is." Jason spits out at the man

A woman walked out from behind Father and towards Jason. It was clear who this was. It was Angel, but most of the supers had aptly named her Angel of Despair. Of all the scientists in the facility, she had caused them the most pain and despair. "My dear Jason. If you wish to go into testing first, just say so, no need to spit insults" she said, stopping a few inches from him. She smirked, then leaned forward and whispered "Besides, if you truly know Father that well, then you'd know its a bad idea to say what you just said. Unless you wish to be in my experiments again....or if your determined to get your sister in my experiments, I haven't experimented on her in a long time" She knew it'd be bad business if a subject was going to be losing a few limbs in the next few seconds. She looked at Jason's sister, a devilish grin grew on her face, it was clear what she was thinking.
(Look at my post in the CS Thread to read more about Angel)

Sam jumped up and ran towards Father, aiming to give him a hug like she did Konrad. "I missed you!!!" She said aloud as she practically tackle hugged the man and hugging him tightly. "Where have you been?" She asked, her orange eyes shining brightly with curiosity.

Adrian had managed to stand up dust himself off just as the two entered into the room, he hid the pained face he wished to make as best he could, it almost looked like he was "standing at attention", and that was not something he wanted to do, not for these two...

he used the eye on the wall behind him instead of on his hand, it would also look like he was waving, he didn't want "Father" getting that idea though, give him an inch and he took a mile... These two...these two were the ones that made Adrian most uncomfortable. They had both done painful experiments on Adrian, Father was the one who led to Adrian's hair changing colour, Adrian didn't like that...and, "Angel"...she, she took away Adrian's eyes, the only problem was, Adrian could never bring it to ask if that was intentional...he feared the answer.

Adrian changed eye sight to his hand after a short while, he looked at the girl with the doll, he wanted to hide her, so she wouldn't have to deal with this, as he would hope anyone would have though about him, but that would be impossible, and an attempt to do so would land her in a worse place then what she was doing now, and where she would be going later. Adrian sighed inwardly, he was so powerless here, it made him feel weak, weak and sick, he wanted to help the ones he could, but he didn't, just because it would probably end badly, but he had never tried...and that, that is what made him feel truly powerless, not some cheap dog collar.

Adrian debated talking to either of the two, maybe he could ask the question now...though, he still wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer, Adrian gave up any idea of talking, as he usually did, and decided to retire from all these people, he turned his head to the young girl on the chair, to make it seem like he was looking at her, "d-don't be s-scared..." he said softly, he turned before the frown he was forcing away came back across his lips, he wished someone had told him something like that before...though he was sure he wouldn't have believed it...Adrian sighed loudly, he "looked" at Angel, starring with his useless eyes, hopefully they left a message, he closed them and made his way out of the room, he didn't like being near either of those two...they made him shake down to his heart.

Jason glared at the woman who liked to be known as angel. He reffered to her as the bitch in his own mind. Jason shook at the memories but glared defiantly at angel. His response was a simple promise. "When I get out, Father dies first, then I will take your head from your body. I will give your soul to the worst of the demons, who will torcher you for eternity. That is not a threat. But a simple promise." He growls out at the bitch.

Dark Matter’s glaring eyes turned towards Konrad as he spoke. He gave off more empty threats, causing Dark Matter to smirk a bit on the inside. This ignorant man must have thought that death would cause fear in the people he had trapped in this cage. But for Dark, death was the sweetest thing he would ever taste. To die was to be released from this prison, and from the prison of his mutated and disgusting body. He’d considered suicide a number of times. To just give in to weakness and strangle himself. But that was not the death Dark Matter longed for, oh no. He longed to die in a hail of bullets, slicing through the weak flesh of men on the field of battle. That was where he would die, in the place he was born to be. But this was not a battle worth fighting, so Dark Matter took a step back and continued to glare at Konrad as he walked out with one of the new girls.

Then Jason had wandered over towards him and said some nonsense about discussing their issues. When Jason mentioned a plan to escape, Dark Matter only smiled. This smile was not the same fake smile he plastered on when he wished to mimic emotions. No, this was different. The smile had been caused by the amusement of the idea. Escape? From this place? Dark hadn’t expected someone who’d been around for ten years to consider escape even an option. After his first few escape attempts, Dark Matter had deemed the only way to freedom would come from outside help. Whether it be the United Nations busting down the doors and blowing holes into everything that moved, or a rogue Scientist or guard who’d finally grown a conscience. Personally, Dark wanted the former.

Dark Matter turned his head towards the hallway leading to the door to the outside, as he heard it slide open and shut again. When two of the scientists he knew far too well came within his vision, Dark’s eyes flared with rage. Their self proclaimed ‘Father’ was calling them his pets, as per usual. That was the man responsible for this place. He would suffer greatly at the hands of the dark beast. But the girl who stepped out from behind him was the one whom Dark Matter wished to pull apart, limb from limb. She’d caused unbearable pain to each and every one of them. Dark knew they all probably wanted to kill her, except perhaps the little girls and that Adrian boy. They were all too afraid of her to lift a single harsh word against the Angel of Despair. When Angel called Jason out, Dark Matter’s eyes clicked back over to the Father. He hated these people with every fiber of his being. One day…One day they would all die.

But not today.

Time

A mere perception conjured in the human brain based on the assumptions that things will always happen, have happened, and will happen. It is ironic in a way that humans never truly stop to think about what time is from our standpoints. We never think about the future and we rarely condone ourselves to remember our past, no matter how grim or delightful it was. No, there is only the undying and shining present, the perfect world that we have forged so ignorantly within our minds. That our loved ones will remain with as always, that our rivals will always challenge us and never seek for redemption, that everything around us is static and motionless. Nobody wants to deeply think ahead of the game, no, they only wish to think what they believe will be the future. Time is no longer a game of guessing what will happen...it's a game of guessing how your present will forever be.

For one certain Swedish boy, Time is dead.

The clicking and ticking of a clock rings within the boy's ears, but is time truly flowing? Day-in and day-out, reliving the same experiences over and over in a monotone cycle that is worst than burning deep within Hades or Hell or whatever Underworld greets the boy. The black-haired preteen would wake up, strapped snugly and securely in a steel chair bolted to the ground. Breakfast would be fed to him by a nurse, followed by physical examinations and reports with lunch following. Occasionally, there might be one minor experiment, but besides that the boy known as "Subject 906" was damned eternally to padlocked room. Once in a Blue Moon, "Father" or "The Angel of Despair" would make a surprise visit to Subject 906.

At first, Subject 906 could remember the suffering and torture from the experiments. How his screams cried and echoed loudly, but never truly reached the pitch of pure agony of transforming into It. Going into It mean something far more than a grotesque mutilation of his skeleton and skin complexion; It was not Subject 906 in the lightest, or more accurately, what was left of Subject 906. Not only did Subject 906 lose himself physically and mentally, but the youngling lost himself spiritually. Bits and pieces of him fell apart, collapsing into mere nothingness as he grew more and more apathetic and dull. Maybe that's why the boy fancied calling himself "Agony", as he was living embodiment of suffering through a pain that held no true source but lasted for an eternity.

So, as usual, Agony simply awaited, his thick, midnight black hair draping the empty and chilly grey-blue eyes of the hollowed child. Restrained like a dog and kept deep within the darkest corners of Fallen Shadows, the lost soul softly bit his lip at the damning sound of that cursed clock. The room was cursed in his mind, all of it. From the padded walls, the cameras, the clock, the heavily reinforced door, even to damn lights. All it just reminded the Swed boy that he was caught like a mouse, like a cat playing with it's food before swiftly devouring it. Throwing his head back violently to bang against the metal of the chair, Agony simply waited. There was some talk about rounding up the experiments if you will, though the order hadn't been directed to Subject 906 due to his very unstable and violent possibilities.

Funny, in a place where monsters and ghoul of all descriptions resides, the facility was scared of a boy who hadn't even hit puberty yet.

What a mad world.

Father froze, his head slowly turning to face Jason. In a blink of an eye there was a loud roaring that filled the room and a moving chainsaw blade appeared inches from Jason's face. The hand holding the weapon was clenched and slightly shaking from anger. "Hold your tongue you devil-spawn before I remove it for you." He growled. "And at least I was a good father to my little girl; can't say the some thing about yours." He spat, enraged eyes hidden by his glasses. "Say something like that again and your sister will be missing a couple fingers once I'm through with her." He said, a twisted smile spreading across his face.

After a few moments Father moved the chainsaw away, the weapon turning off. He gazed around the room, finally spotting a new super. His patience gone, he dislodged Sam without acknowledging her presence and marched over to Layla and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over to the door. The angel cried out, hands holding her head as she was dragged. The man tossed her to a guard, who held her in a bruising grip. "I guess I'm doing this the hard way." He said, looking for more new supers. There was hissing behind him as Lilith took control, furious red eyes glaring daggers at Father.

She began yelling insults. In one quick motion, the man spun around and slammed a fist into her stomach then backhanded her hard enough to split her lip.. She jolted, a gasp leaving her as she went limp, momentarily stunned. "now I will ask again, will all new supers please come over here." He snarled, nice scientist gone.

"Say anything about my sister again and YOUR family will get it worse." Jason growled, and from his tone jt was quite obvious the boy meant the insult. Knowing that the 'father' would'not risk his family, even if they were dead. Because Jason did have the power to follow through on those threats. However, what father did not know was that Jason had ensured his family was not harmed in his father's domain. They were innocent, and would make useful allies if it came to a fight against the crazed man

Angel smirked and adjusted her glasses. "I'd suggest you be quiet now boy. else Father may let me find a way to permanently shut you up" Her voice held a tone that could make the most hardened of Warlords scared to death. "But I don't think even that would stop you.." she swiftly moved around Jason and stood a few inches from his sister "and horribly scaring this one would only make you more violent. How funny that someone from the depths of hell still expresses the human need to be over-protective of ones younger sibling." and in a blur of movement, a scalpel was held mere centimeters from her right cheek, but as soon as it appeared, it disappeared. And Angel walked back over to Father.

Her hands stuffed in the pockets of her lab coat, she stared at the stunned Lilith. "Two people in one body..." she whispered to herself "..you'll be one of the most interesting ones we've gotten thus far. But sadly, subject 906 will retain that title for quite some time" She looked at the crowd after Father demanded that all new supers come forward. "Do come forward, its a pain to have to go back and retrieve files only to find one or two more people that we are looking for. And Father here isn't in a good mood anymore, I'd prefer intact supers over ones missing an arm or leg because they didn't step forward when asked."

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Elizabeth snorted. What a show she'd gotten, if only it wasn't the same repeat that she'd seen countless times before. It was interesting that Angel had pulled a scalpel on someone outside the lab, but other than that the rest was predicted. She stared at Jason, wanting him to actually uphold his namesake as the Prince of Hell. But knew he didn't have the balls to take them on in his current state. No, he wanted his powers to take them on.

The room seemed to be crowded by variety of individuals, some wearing badges from different agencies. One of them stood beside a dry board that had a series of writings, photos, news paper clips, and numbers strewn across it's white surface. One of those men was a young agent named John Harris, who at this point already knew what this meeting was about.

"Good day ladies and gentlemen. As you know this investigation has been cold for a good while... A series of missing person cases. But through the media and the cooperation of families we've managed to light a fire in this darkness." The one standing said before proceeding to circle a few of the phrases on the board, some of them being dates, others being articles pertaining to the few missing people. One of the phrases stuck out from the others, an arrow being drawn to a question mark which was drawn to the term Fallen Shadows, that term was 'Ark Corp' "We have found a link between these two companies. As all of you are aware Fallen Shadows is currently taking the lead on researching a cure for a series of uncanny mutations. That link, ladies and gentlemen is our lead on this case. Now, I need a volunteer for this case.. Since it IS a cold case." Silence was the response from everyone as they exchanged glances amongst one another. "... Agent Harris! I understand since not many people are interested in cold cases and since you're still writing a report on that shooting... You will take this case!"

How did I know he was going to choose me? The agent sighed on the inside but on the outside he kept his professional composure, standing up and approaching a suited man who had a file in his hands.

"This entire room is yours to use on this investigation. John... Bring them kids home even if they're in a body bag. Its been years but atleast we could find some closure. Hell, maybe an angel was watching over them, maybe they're still alive."

Imma saw the girl getting dragged by her hair and she grew angry. Her eyes seemed to have darkened as she marched over to the insane man. Fire developed in her hands and she glared into the man's eyes. "Let her go. If you don't, I will obliterate you." She glared at him with intent in her eyes. She was always protective of people and no one, no one, was going to get hurt on her watch. Her skin grew hotter and her anger flared. She couldn't control her anger. She never could, but she always used it to good use.

Konrad silently led Idera to a chamber that was almost devoid of any features, the concrete walls were as plain as could be. Walking through a heavily armored door, he left Idera by herself as he prepped the following test. "The file says you can manipulate O2 and apparently you can use "magic". We'll focus on your power over O2 first. We'd like to see the extent of your power." A small panel opened up to reveal an kitten, who pathetically cried out for it's mother, which they had separated it from. "Usually we'd have a pig or something, but we just ran out yesterday, and one of the cats in another experiment gave birth to a liter. You'll get to demonstrate your powers on this runt here. Proceed when ready."

Idera's eyes searched the room with curious fear until they landed on the poor kitten. Her eyes widened at his words and she looked at him with her jaw slack. "Y-you want m-me to hurt an innocent kitten?" She looked at him to see if he was kidding, but she already knew the answer. She shifted into her true form and flew toward the kitten's cage. She needed to get the kitten over to the mother, so she decided to use her power of controlling magicks to save the kitten. This was the hard part. Her magick can only reach a certain point with her heart condition, so she had to be clever. She closed her eyes and sent it a soft, warming breeze that felt like someone petting it. She smiled, but she was breathing heavily by continuing to use her power.

The kitten mewled softly as it was comforted of it's ill surroundings. Konrad however, was far from appeased. "While you have shown use of your magics, again, I'd like for you to use your power over O2. This time, deprive the kitten of oxygen, and that will provide sufficient data for me to proceed with scientific analysis. And yes, I do want you to hurt the kitten, if it wasn't so obvious before."

Idera grew angry and glared at the man. "I refuse to hurt an innocent living being." Her tiny body shook with rage as her fisted hands turned white from the pressure. Slowly, the air in the room started to disappear and Idera was shaking and breathing heavily. Her body may be weak, but her stubbornness was strong. She pushed the oxygen in the air towards herself and the cats in the room, leaving it up to the scientist to apologize so he could live. Her voice was strained as she said "take those beautiful creatures out of their cages and give them to me. I want to give them a loving home. Not a cage where people hurt them." She stared at the man intently.

"Ha. You forget I am the one giving orders here. Not you." Konrad could tell oxygen in his room was depleting fast. He gasped for air as he couldn't stop himself from laughing. " Go ahead. Kill me. If my heart rate goes below a certain rate, You and that kitten will burn. Ever feel the effects of napalm in a very confined space? You and those pests will burn alive. And I will die knowing I did not give in to supernatural scum like you." The girl was a fool to think she could get away with killing staff. More dangerous supernaturals had tried before, and fail-safes were implemented just in case things like this happened. Konrad smiled as he knew it would only end well for him. If it was a bluff, he could probably punish her severely. If it wasn't.... well, Father or Angel could always take over. Well, maybe not Father, he'd probably kill them before any experiments occurred under his watch.

Everyone was dismissed once the meeting was over, leaving agent Harris alone with his files. He sifted over the files, taking in every little detail they had while erasing some of the gibberish on the board to give him room, jotting down notes from the files. There were a few questions in the back of his head though when he noticed some information they were suppose to have on these two companies were missing. Out of curiosity the agent went over to a computer nearby and manually searched the Fallen Shadows on the database, all he got in response was a clearance password for a level he was nowhere close to being. "... Why is searching this company requiring high clearance? Who authorized this?" He sighed under his breath and returned to the files, it seemed his first move was to follow the lead on that link and hope something pops up. He was going to have to travel Ark Corp and speak to them... Something felt dangerously wrong about this whole investigation once that clearance issue had popped up.

A woman walked to Harris, the woman wasn't a friend, but more of an acquaintance to the man. Harris knew her as 'Church' a code name she used pretty much everywhere and no one seemed to care much about it. "What you got there Harris?" She asked, noticing the files, the woman knew what the files were, but didn't show it in the slightest bit. She was dressed professionally, but had the stance of someone who was teeming with energy.

This woman had talked to Harris a few times over the years that they had known each other, Church lending a hand to help if it was needed. Other than that, they talked about news headlines. She never seemed out of the ordinary, a woman busy with her own work, but finding the time to help a fellow agent if he or she needed it.

But all that was a cleaver ruse, this woman, this 'Church' was actually a agent for Ark Corp., here to observe the inner workings of the FBI and to relay them back to her HQ. They were obviously boring reports of nothing more than updates into the investigation of the missing person reports, but now that news of the FBI investigating into Ark Corp. made her stand on edge. She had no way of knowing if and when they would find out about her. Cause there was one or more things that, if found out, would completely fracture her disguise. The major one being, she was actually 16 and not 22 like her file said. But this ruse was constructed well enough that even the CIA couldn't find a flaw or a hint that gave away its rather fragile construction. One thing out of place, and the whole house of cards comes tumbling down.

She also wanted to be out of these clothes, they really cramped on her style.

John glanced over his shoulder when he heard a voice nearby, turning around to face a familiar face standing before him. The agent simply returned a nod and cleared his throat, turning to face the dry board once again as he pointed out some of the marks and phrases scattered about it's surface. "We got only one lead on this investigation and it is Ark Corp miss Church. They are linked to Fallen Shadows but we can't find what that link is... If we can somehow find that link... Just somehow... Just maybe.." The agent trailed off, his eyes locked on the question mark before speaking up again once he realized he had not finished his statement. "Just maybe we can find those kids, ya know? I'm going to talk to a CIA operative who observes Ark corp... Maybe he sniffed something out behind the scenes, ya know?"

Giving the agent another glance Harris gave her a slight smirk, confidence and spirit in his eyes before he offered the folder in his hands to her, clearing his throat. "I think they do got something... Because even my clearance can't access information from Ark Corp nor Fallen Shadows. Someone's blocking it and I think it's our shady suited guys. What do you think Ark corp could be up to that could have such a high interest? Anyways... I'm going over to one of their offices and see if I can ask around for a bit... You busy?"

The little girl's heart dropped slightly and she growled. "Fine!" She threw the oxygen back in his face with a huge whoosh before dropping to the ground with a thud. She wheezed a bit as her heart condition was holding her back from showig her true power. She gritted her teeth, her head hammering against her skull, and stood to her feet. She looked back at the evil man and said "I'm not hurting that kitten, though. Ever head of rights? I'm exercising mine right now!" She looked back at the kitten and smiled softly at the gentle mewls coming from the cage. She looked back at the man again and said "I will do anything else but hurt an innocent being."