The first thing Al noticed as he started regaining consciousness was the amount of pain he was in. It was unbelievably excruciating pain, and it made his eyes shoot open at the strange sensation. Instantly he started searching for the source of the pain, but was soon replaced with confusion. He now discovered he was now floating in some strange tube full of some unidentifiable liquid. How the hell did he end up here? The last thing he remembered was walking home, and the next thing he knew everything had went dark. He was broken from his thoughts by voices he couldn't understand, and they were coming closer. He struggled against his prison, as the pain grew worse and the voices drew closer. The source of the voices stood in front of his tube, and he found himself face to face with one of the Vitus, the alien species that had arrived a few months prior and had been at war with the people of earth. Now that he was aware of who his captors were he immediately knew what had happened, and he was not happy. Forgetting about the pain he was feeling in the tube, he started banging against the glass angrily.

The Vitus observing was mildly surprised that Al still had enough strength to resist. He let out a laugh like noise at his endeavor. Struggle as he might, eventually the solution would do its work, and drain him. He looked back at the specimen, and noticed the effects were taking effect. Al's fist still beat against the tube but much slower than before, his face was tired now, but still held a look of defiance. Just as expected, once he was down observation would be easier anyway. It walked away to go check on one of the other human subjects.

Al was starting to lose consciousness again, but he was furious, especially since the Vitus had the nerve to turn its back on him. The more he thought about the Vitus the angrier he got. They had the gall to capture him,and their constant attacks were starting to get closer and closer to home. The interior of the tube began to grow hotter,and hotter as his thirst for revenge grew. The liquid was starting to bubble as the temperature rose sharply, causing the tube to shake. The Vitus was alerted by the noise and turned just in time to see the glass tube explode, and Al stumble out of it, with a less than pleased look on his face. Al stood up and stared the Vitus down, both his arms covered in flames. The fact that he was on fire, but was feeling no pain was lost on him. The only thing going through his head was that he was going to beat the living hell out every single alien he saw saw on this ship, starting with the one in front of him. "Hey buddy I want a few words with you!"

Sugi opens with a thumping pain in his head, before it spreads throughout his body, he gasps forward, liquid flooding through his mouth, the only way to get rid of the taste would be to swallow it, he gags, swallowing the liquid, he had been 'bathing' in for hours, he feels a sick sense in his stomach, hurling forward, before he turns, hearing muffled yells and banging, he looks over, seeing several tubes of green liquid, much like he was in, he stares in horror, the water burning his eyes, as the Vitus being strolling toward him, their laughs dying, as they inspect him.

Sugi tries to slide backwards, but a cold sting of glass is felt against his back, he shivers slightly, staring down at the pale white ground, refusing to even look at his captures, the pain still sliding up and down his body at ROCKET speed. He realises he can breathe through his nose, as a tube is connected into it, he stares up, the Vitus disappeared down the valley of tubes somewhere.

Crystal's eyes flew open. The first thing she was aware of was the ice-cold fingers of pain shooting up and down her spine and rocketing off everywhere else in her body. The second thing was the liquid, burning yet freezing cold at the same time. Crystal forced herself to look beyond the liquid and saw glass. All around, glass. They had got her, then. Snatched her from her bed and were now turning her into one of their little freaks. She reached forward and spread her fingers across the glass, looking out. That was when she heard the smash. Her eyes snapped forwards and she saw the guy before her, standing in the remains of his tube. And the fire, oh god, the fire. It burned wildly on his arms, surely scorching him half to death. Crystal screamed.

Well, she tried. In reality, she got a mouthful of the liquid and then everything went cold. The liquid around her began to freeze up, until Crystal was shrouded in a solid block of ice. She heard a cracking sound as the ice expanded and pushed against the glass. Then, smash. The ice turned back to liquid as quickly as it had formed and Crystal was stood in the remains of her own tube. She continued to watch the scene playing out in front of her, open-mouthed.

Elizabeth wakes up in a room, and the first thing she notices is that she can't remember how long she's been here, nor where here is. Just in time, one of the creatures that captured her enters the room. Now she remembers being in a weird tube full of a substance, and anger... so much anger... She lets out a growl as her hands and feet turn into paws and her face stretches forward into a muzzle. Its so painful and she wants to cry out but her anger is all consuming and she falls forward onto her paws. Even though only seconds have passed during which the Vitus was watching in amazement, it felt like minutes for Elizabeth of having every bone in her body broken and remolded. When she noticed the pain receded, the Vitus was approaching, and she snarled and growled again, warning it to stay back, but it kept approaching.

She heard glass shattering nearby, and the Vitus heard it too. It turned its back and was heading toward the door when Elizabeth jumped on it and clamped down on its neck with her jaws, clawing at it with her new nails. It struggled under her grip as she clawed it and bit it again, eventually, its movements became less coordinated and it fell against the panel next to the door, unintentionally unlocking and opening it. It was a warm facility and she wanted to draw as little attention as possible. However in the room in front of her probably explained why it was so warm.There was a guy with fire on his arms, challenging the creatures, one of which she just killed, or maimed badly at least. She didn't know who was the worst threat so she focused trying to appear human again so, that Mr. Fire wouldn't see her as a threat. She hid behind a control panel and shifted back, but again it was painful.

Charles awakes from his sleep and sees that he is not in his bed at home, but instead he is in a room he does not recognize. he found himself in what looked like a large test tube like something out of a sci-fi horror film. he then noticed that he was surrounded by a strange fluid like substance. whatever it was, it was doing something to his body and Charles felt a strange pain course through his body and he felt a cold blackness that seemed to creep all the way down to his soul. he first tried to remember how he could have gotten there, but he had no memory of how he had been taken to this place. he looked around his surroundings and saw several strange creatures who he then recognized as the Vitus, the alien species that was at war with humanity. they must have been responsible for his predicament, and Charles wanted more than ever to escape and find what these foul aliens were doing to him.

he tried to free himself of the tube, but the glass was very strong and hitting it did nothing. he kept trying to break free and every time he failed, he would grow every frustrated with the glass. he soon got really angry and to his utter shock, his body released a powerful glowing wave of dark red lightning which blast apart the tube and electrocuted the Vitus standing close by his now destroyed tube. the liquid spilled everywhere, and Charles felt wet and cold once he was free of the tube. but regardless of that, he was free and he needed to figure out what was happening. he had just made lightning erupt from his body which was something he thought of as impossible, but he had done it. he looked around and then heard commotion from another part of the place he was. he quickly ran to where he heard the noise and saw a couple human, one looked to be partially on fire while the other was at first an animal, then turned back into a human. Charles guessed that these kids were also effected by whatever these aliens had subjected them to.

Al was seeing red, and nothing else. The fact that the other Vitus were dead, or that their were now other people free was lost on him. He rushed forth and launched the flames from his fist straight at the Vitus, who caught fire as soon it connected. The Vitus let out a horribly dying scream as it rolled on ground in a desperate attempt to put out the flames. He scoffed at the alien creature. Now he was finally starting to gain sense of where he was, and finally noticed that his arms were on fire. He had heard rumors that the Vitus did stuff like this, but he didn't know there was any truth behind it. He examined his arms as he moved them, curious as to how the flames didn't burn his skin. "We'll that's new."

A long tube, large enough to fit the form of an average sized male human sat against a wall of course, filled with a liquid, more gelatinous it seemed, seeing as it could keep him suspended in an upright position. The form contained inside was obviously a male, appearing as though he was frozen in time until his eyes flutter open in a quick motion, instantly they felt a strange sensation due to this gelatin, quickly making work to adjust to it, also having the need to yell and writhe in pain, however holding such in due to his current situation. His mind flooded with thoughts of panic, a state he’d been in many times before. Usually with his panic he attempts to regain a state of composure and calm by recalling memories or important facts for him to remember.

Instantly, within his head he began to think “My name is Luger Mancini, I have a brother, and a sister. We own a business togeth-.” A pause within this process occurred, as his eyes took realization of the creature outside of his tube. It truly disgusted him, only because of the simple fact that it was inhuman. It scared him, it truly did but it reminded him all that much more about his family, what could’ve happened to them, where they could possibly be. He struggled to move his body forth, finger tips tingling, twitching, aiming to make contact with the glass which separated himself and the creature, for whom it was to protect, was currently unknown now with Luger’s new effort. He felt sluggish, like the liquid was performing some sort of wicked works on his motor functions, but he pushed through finally making contact, fingertips to the glass. A sensation rushed over them, a good one at that, the glass simply beginning to breaking in those specific spots, fingers pushing through forming small holes, big enough to slip each finger of his through, which he did. He then removed them, allowing the gel to drain itself. A feeling of relief passed over him, although his panic returned, wondering how, in such an environment, he was able to penetrate something such as glass.

He pressed forth, using this in order to break the glass at key points and make his exit. Stepping out, he looked at the Vitus which had obviously made distance between itself and the tube. Luger simply kept an eye on it, not knowing of what he could do or should do in this situation, fearing for the the possible outcomes. His eyes wavered over his opponent, until he dashed forth, pressing a finger against the Vitus’ hand which raised itself in defense. The nail of his finger pierced it, forcing through until it connected with the forehead, shoveling even deeper until the entire hand had delivered itself through both ends of the head. Removing his hand, he stared with disgust at what he’d done, simply moving away from the body, searching for others like himself.

"Well, that's new." The sentence seemed to snap Crystal back into her own body. Her wide eyes darted around, scared. There were more people here now, and others still I encased in the giant test tubes. Her hand raises to her mouth of its own accord and the air suddenly felt very cold. Surely it must have dropped ten degrees in the past few seconds. Crystal looked around at everybody, assessing them. The only threat seemed to be from the boy with the fire.

"Are you okay?" Crystal choked out. The liquid had done something odd to her throat. She stepped out of the remains of the tube she was in and moved as close to the others as she dared. "I mean, do you need that putting out?" The fire should be painful, but the guy seemed... Calm? Yeah, he seemed pretty chilled out considering their current situation.

John's eyes flash open as he hears the faint sound of glass breaking. He inspects his surroundings. He's in a tube filled with some strange liquid. Something in his head tells him that it's not safe. That it's something not meant for him. He looks out of the strange tube that holds him prisoner and sees that he's in an empty room. What happened? He was driving home from the hospital and then...Vitus. Those bastards! John was angry. They had put him in some tube filled with god know what. But he wasn't just angry. He felt weird. His breathing got heavy and his fists started clenching. He got panicky. Was he having a panic attack. He suddenly screamed and the glass flew outwards, as if he had slammed a bat into it from the inside. John stepped out of the tube, his breathing slowed. Had he done that? This was scary. He looked around the room and found that it was empty of anything living. There was the shattered tube, now leaking liquid, and a steel surgery table, complete with an array of very scary sharp tools. John shook his head and armed himself with a tool that looked like a machete. But longer. "Let's kill some aliens," John said as he walked towards the door.

Avalon did not realise where she was at first. She remembered screams, flashes and then the sickening thunk of her head hitting a wall. But she did not hurt anymore; in fact, right now she felt absolutely nothing. Slowly and cautiously, she moved her fingers in the ripple formation. She could move every part of her body. However, she still felt nothing but the odd sensation of zero-gravity. When she opened her eyes, she realised it was because of her location. A tube located in a huge row of tubes. She looked to the right tube, empty. The left had a person floating upside down in litres of fresh green liquid. Avalon noticed that she too was in this liquid, her long brown hair was floating around her and creating the eeriness of her own situation.
She knew exactly who had put her in one of these tubes. She was raised on the very fear of them. The Vitus. She let out a huge sigh of relief she still had her life, but not for long unless she escaped, or so she thought anyway. She noticed a few others had escaped, and a dead Vitus lay obstructed in her view. The sickness of the way it looked almost made her throw up, but she found she could not. Instead, she tapped the glass to see how thick it was.

Elizabeth stood up slowly, and noticed there were three people in the room with her, and one Vitus. Then the one with his arms on fire promptly attacked the Vitus, charring it. She jumped back to avoid being hit by the fire that missed the Vitus. She growled, fighting the urge to shift back into a wolf and jump on his jugular. Her fingers crack and turn into her wolf claws for a moment before she gets control once more and glares at the man. She takes a few breaths to help calm herself before glaring at the others. She had to be careful not to piss them off, who knew what the others could do. What they are capable of.

"Are you okay?" She hears from the other woman. "I mean, do you need that put out?" She watched as this other woman walked toward them.

"Put it out anyway, I almost got singed myself." Elizabeth snarls, before realizing the Vitus would be heading their way soon. "On second thought, don't. We might need Mr.Fire to scorch a few more. We should get moving, try to free anyone else we see."

Then she heard tapping on glass, and walked over to where the sound came from, moving the Vitus corpse from in front of the tube.

"Hey we got one here. Someone bust her out."

Charles looked at the others who had joined them, and he was sure that they too had been kidnapped by the Vitus and subjected to genetic tampering. right now before anything else happened, he wanted to know who they were and if they had any idea why and how they had gotten here. "do any of you know where the hell are we? more importantly what these alien scum have done to us?"

just then black flames enveloped his hands and he was scared that his hands would burn off. but he felt no pain and his flesh did not burn. this was becoming too weird for him, and he was afraid of what might happen next.

Crystal looked to where the snarling girl was walking and saw the captive girl tapping on the glass. After a quick mental assessment, she decided that there was no way for Crystal to break the glass, not without her red hot fear activating her power. She looked to the others for help.

"Uh, guys? Anyone want to break her out? Preferably somebody NOT on fire?" She added, surveying the boys.

The air around Crystal was so cold that it standing within a few feet of her was comparable to a midwinter day. Crystal seemed unaware of this fact, though, and remained unaffected by the cold.

"Actually, Ice girl, by the way, back up before I get frostbite," Elizabeth snorted, without turning to face her. "If you heat the glass then bring it to a super cold temperature, it could crack the glass and allow her to push her way out. I'm not sure how tough the glass is. I woke up in a room, and one came in to check on me. I didn't break out of a tube like you three." She sighed. "I'm not sure what to do to get her out. I wish we had someone who could just cut this thing without running the risk of hurting her. I could break the glass, but I'm going to get cut up and she might as well. Hell if someone knew the code to let her out, it would be even better."

She huffed, and walked away from the glass for a moment before walking back and punching it with her bare hand. She winced in pain, but she kept punching it. She noticed cracks forming, as her knuckles turned red with blood from cuts on them. She grabbed a loose piece of metal that fell from the heat from Mr. Fire's blast, and started slamming it against the glass, expanding the cracks.

John walked out the door and found himself in a long corridor. To his left, there was a door at the end of the hallway. To his right, it branched off to the left and right. He decided he'd go left and see if there were more survivors in that room. He jogged down the corridor and pushed through the door into a room with way more tubes than had been in his single tube room. He saw 4 people, two boys, two girls, and another girl banging on the glass of her tube. "Awesome! There's more people," John said excitedly, a smile on his face despite the circumstances.

Approaching the group slyly, his steps gave off a cautious sound, like someone making a horrible attempt to sneak through the night. He stopped, a few feet away from them, simply staring at the situation they had going on. He believed he could perform some sort of action and save the girl, but he was unsure of his newfound abilities, or even how to use them. Unsure of whether or not he had to activate them or they were on for a permanent amount of time. He stood in silence, watching with a face that implied he was just studying the group. Luger assumed it would be for the best, at least for now.

Al frowned at the snarling girl making demands at him. It wasn't his fault his arms were on fire! But they were right, getting the girl out of her tube was more important than his temper. Truth be told though he didn't even know how he got out of his own tube. He didn't know how to use his new flame powers well enough to melt through the glass without cooking her alive. He saw snarling girl was banging on the tube with a metal rod. If you can't beat em, join 'em. He grabbed his own loose piece of metal, and joined her in beating on the glass.

Sugi blinked a few times, confused at the events, before he is blown back into a dark section of the room, his body seemingly sinks into it, becoming a shadow itself, he stares in disbelief, before sliding around, into the light, he would slide from the shadow into a physical form once again.He watched everyone, before feeling an urge to point toward a tube, the shadows sliding around it, as if something was blocking the light from hitting it, he closed his palm and pulled back, the glass tube shattering with a crash, the water flowing out, through the holes in the floor and disappearing.

He grips his arm as a bolt of pain jolts through it "Gah!" He let's out, breathing heavily. That really took the fight out of him, He slides back into the shadows before the others begin out, not knowing if they are friendly or not.

Charles watched as the others tried to brake open the tube physical force. he guessed that more than physical strnegth would be needed, and walked over to stand in front of the test tube with the girl inside, "I could probably get her out of there without too much trouble."

he stretched his hand, and wondered what the extent of his superhuman abilities were. he knew that he had so far caused a blast of some unknown force and shot a red wave of electricity. he held out his hand and wondered if his powers would allow him to break the tube without hurting its occupant. right now, Charles was starting to focus on breaking the glass with his superhuman powers.

The sound of the people talking however muffled stirred Taylor out of his slumber. The sound of people loudly hitting something next to him shock him out of it instantly. The burning sensation in his eyes of the liquid that held him was nothing compared to watching people on fire, transforming, and shooting electricity at the tube next to his. As he attempted to understand what the heck was happening there was a flood of information in his head of his entire life. The difference was from normally recollection that he experienced every touch, sight, noise, smell and taste at once. His entire life and the collection of memories were at his fingertips. For some reason he kept remember that time in boy scouts when they were taught Morse code by a member’s dad.
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Tapping on the glass again and again he mirrored perfectly the movements of that man’s finger. What the heck was happening to him?