"I'm not going to run" Leela replied, wincing as Maria engulfed them in the lightening, standing still, afraid to touch it, letting the water she had go so as not to conduct the electricity. She also dropped the metal pipe, "I'm going to have to find rubber clothes" She muttered, looking about, wanting to be helpful.

"The roof" She said to Maria, "Lets try and get there"

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Jamie led the girl away, and to his own chambers. If Marcus wanted her, he could come here. He shut the door behind them, and went over to the little fridge he had. "Still hungry?"

Feyd sat down against the cell wall and just smiled back at Marcus. He would pass out, and then Marcus would open the vents and he would wake up. It really was too easy to get under tin man's skin. It was laughable. And at this point, it was almost like tin man was reassuring Feyd that he wouldn't kill him. Tin man wanted to kill Feyd so badly, and now Feyd really knew he couldn't. He had just assumed before, but now that he knew that tin man would die if he killed Feyd made it that much easier to fuck with him. So he sat there and smiled like the cat that didn't just swallow the canary, but had raided the whole damn bird cage.

"Now now do we need to start yelling the insults." Flint said bitterly "So what was the plan? How far do you think you can run? You don't think Marcus has more of us?" the guns where put away as the drones stood there, no emotion on there stone cold faces. "When you think about it. Why am I working for Marcus? What would make me of all people want to help that clean cut businessman, the upper class privileged snob, whilst people like us rot in the gutter... some more literally then others." Flint looked to the floor then back up at the girls "Any guesses" Flint smiled sickly as the room began to fill with green gas, at the moment Flint made the gas just that, a clear un-smelling gas, but at a moments notice it could make people very ill. Flint kept the gas in its dormant state, ready to convert it at any moment if he so wished, but first he wanted to talk to the girls. Not understanding how they thought they would escape.

The wolf looked around the room that she led into. it was much quieter now and she began to sniff about the room. When she heard the word food she turned to the man and whined to be fed again.

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"Now now do we need to start yelling the insults." Flint said bitterly "So what was the plan? How far do you think you can run? You don't think Marcus has more of us?" the guns where put away as the drones stood there, no emotion on there stone cold faces. "When you think about it. Why am I working for Marcus? What would make me of all people want to help that clean cut businessman, the upper class privileged snob, whilst people like us rot in the gutter... some more literally then others." Flint looked to the floor then back up at the girls "Any guesses" Flint smiled sickly as the room began to fill with green gas, at the moment Flint made the gas just that, a clear un-smelling gas, but at a moments notice it could make people very ill. Flint kept the gas in its dormant state, ready to convert it at any moment if he so wished, but first he wanted to talk to the girls. Not understanding how they thought they would escape.

"Leela, cover your mouth..." Quietly she whispered to the girl, resting her hands on Leela's petite shoulders while still maintaining the electrical force-field surrounding them. Bullets may have not been able to permeate the static orb, but that rank, poisonous gas oozing from Flint...well...that was a different story...much akin to a horror story honestly. "Well if I knew starting World War Z was one of your agendas, I would've joined in on the mayhem." The goth quipped to the skeletal creep looming at her from the other side of her shield. "So....you're like me. You want others to pay for what they've done to you, suffer for your own pleasure to aid the scorn of your mistreatment. Kinda bold on you to go on a jihad, bug-boy, but as to answer your other question, I'll run as long as I have to...no...WE'LL run as long as we have to, because I ain't letting Marcus have the pleasure of corrupting another pure soul."

"But that's the problem" Flint muttered the gas began to fill the room more rising to knee level "We can only run so far until we collapse from exhaustion " Flints minions took a sluggish step forward "And so what do we do when we cant run anymore." Flint walked up to the electrical force field looking deep into the Gothic girls eyes. "We fight" He said sternly as the gas soon blasted out of the room and dissipated into nothingness. The room filling with clean fresh air once again. "Any ideas what Marcus's power is?" Flint asked turning around so his back faced the two. "How many people has he got on his side..... and how does he track us..." Flint muttered the tension in the air had been slightly lifted as Flint seemed to be talking to the girls in a different tone, a plotting tone. "Now I wont be able to do this alone .... so I couldn't have you two running off, not before we crush Marcus" Flint muttered turning back to the two "So what do you think?" Flint asked them "You want to run with your tails between your legs or help me figure out how to get rid of the threat towards all of us!"

Leela did as Maria told her, slamming her mouth shut tight. She had always been able to hold her breath for a long time. She watched the bug-man, wary. How were they going to get out of this?

She turned slightly towards Maria, looking about, thinking. "I have an idea" She said softly, expelling her breath of air. Then fround at Flint's words, shook her head.

"I'm not working with you"

---

Marcus watch Feyd star at him cockily. He pushed another button, and water descending as a hole in the wall opened. Let see how the fire boy liked water, and no oxygen, he thought sadistically.

---

Jamie found himself chuckling, and took out some food, offering it to Noirin, "go on, eat up" he took out a chocolate bar for himself, and sat on his bed

Upon hearing Flint's words....Maria's eyebrows had furrowed in a bit of suspicion towards what the rotten dude said, but too soon did a smirk come to her lips as she laughed, lowering the forcefield and telling Leela it was alright to uncover her mouth now that the poison had gone from the air. "Heh, so you do have a brain after all, you fucking zombie." She quipped, but more in a friendly manner than biting sarcasm. "I'll admit, as much as I was up for running, I don't know how long I can keep going, and as much as I wanna punch that smug Patrick Bateman wannabe in the face.... Leela's got a point. Are you sure we can even trust you, Flint?" What if this was just a ruse? Maria was apprehensive at best and wasn't much for joining the person...that tried to kill them in the first place. Leela was quick to object as well, but then again, Maria could see her reasoning, since Flint....and her as well...have caused the girl alot of stress.

"If this where a ruse my minions here would already have shot you,or I would have thrown up on you by now or the green gas would seep quickly from my pores and into you as soon as I stepped forward. I could have made you both stroll happily to Marcus's office as soon as the electric field was brought down." Flint quipped as he took a few steps towards the walls his minions had been shooting at "They where aiming rather high don't you think..." Flint said showing them the bullet holes "But my control isn't perfect, try aiming five guns at once from 10 eyes " Flint remarked as he looked back, noticing a bullet had made contact with Maria. "But alas it made you stay here and not kill me instantly." Flint walked back in front of Maria "But I think the biggest proof was you lowering your shield, your gut telling you I am telling the truth I imagine..." Flint sighed "But what should really show you that I am not lying is who I am. Do you think I care about money? Can money cure this!" Flint rolled up his arm to show the reddened skin. He quickly covered it back up "No and that's why we must bring the corporation to the ground that way people like us will be deemed the normal ones !" Flint turned and spluttered out a cough. "Im sure you can understand what I mean."

Feyd channeled his inner calm, but no matter how relaxed someone was, the latent caveman in everyone started losing their shit when there was no more air, and the water made it even worse. He really didn't want tin man to see him squirm, but Caveman Feyd was screaming and thrashing, trying to claw his way out. His lungs started to burn, and instinct took over, pushing him to grasp at any straw he could to survive. The cracked ribs refused to hold air in anymore and he exhaled and took in a huge breath of water and another. The intense irony of a fire eater drowning was completely lost on Feyd, who felt his vision going black as he took another gulp of water into his lungs.

Leela shook her head widely, "No, I do not wish to kill, bad enough killing one of the poor people you have zombified" She said, her voice strong, her light eyes darkening, "Its more then just us. Its more then just a handful of people effected, or didn't you know that? A part of them, and you don't even know half the story!" Leela spat out a harsh laugh, unable to help herself.

"Its world wide. Are you going to cause a world wide plague just to simply get back at the people that did this? Are you going to cause thousands of deaths, just to be "normal"? Normal's overrated, bug boy" Her voice grew stronger, more passionate, "I dream of a world where we can just live, without the fear of being hunted. While I'd love to help others like me all over the world, I don't see that as possible. So I'll settle for just this city"

She turned to Maria, "I want us to be safe. Lets tear down the headquaters here, and take this city for ourselves! Lets make this a safe place, for our kind, and "Normal" Humans too. We can not tackle the world, just the two of us, but...we could make a safe life here! we could be free here! We could just be here!"

Glancing at the bug boy, she said, "I will not abide by turning people into the walking dead! If you so much as even think about doing it again, I swear by whatever gods there are out there, I will have your head" Her voice strong, it was her body that betrayed her image. Battered, bloodied, bruised, torn clothing, and dirty haired, she nevertheless tried to stand up straight, and star him in the eye.

---

Marcus, eyes dark, and a little crazy laughed. "Maybe I should just kill you and be done with it. But" he heaved out a great sigh, and the water drained away, oxygen pumping into the cell, "Then I wouldn't have any fun" He grinned wickedly.

"Do not try my patience anymore, Boy, or next time you might not be so lucky" He turned and walked back to his desk, sitting down, a glass of scotch in his hand, and returning to watching Feyd as if he was the calmest person in the world.

Feyd coughed up the water in his lungs as he gasped for breath, the thudding pain in his chest overrode by his need for oxygen. He still knew tin man wouldn't kill him, but Feyd knew that his time could be spent better than antagonizing the man. He sat with his legs crossed, back turned to tin man, with his hands in his lap. He had been reading up on meditation, hoping that it would help him create fire instead of just manipulating it. And he had nothing but time to try it out now.

He regulated his breathing, focusing intensely on each breath that he took. There was a book that put forward the theory that anything in your past that was unresolved could keep someone from unlocking their inner calm. Feyd hoped that his inner calm was tied to creating fire. He took a long exhale and began to reflect.

---

His father had beat him mercilessly and drank even more. And he had spent most of his young life thinking it was his fault, and he would often think about how he could make it better until the feeling of helplessness overwhelmed him and he would cry himself to sleep. He eventually learned to accept that there was nothing that he could do to stop it, so that he would just have to learn to deal with the pain.

He grew up in a poor neighborhood, and was often singled out for being the 'weird one', which only led to more beatings. His father would become enraged at him for this too, and didn't show his son any mercy. He remembered the last night his father was alive. Feyd was made to stand in the kitchen and watch his father eat because his father claimed Feyd had stolen the grocery money that he had never been given.

“You know, what I really fucking hate about you is how much of a faggot you are. You're just a whiny little bitch, and I can't understand why the Almighty would take your mother away and just leave me with you. Can't even get the goddamn groceries. Fucking faggot.”

As far as Feyd knew, those were the man's last words. The fire happened that night, which was another demon that lurked in the dark corner of Feyd's mind. He had escaped and his father hadn't. He told himself that he escaped because he wasn't passed out drunk on the couch, but he didn't know how true that was. Maybe he escaped because he knew what was happening, and he left his father to die. But no one, no matter how twisted or evil, no one deserved to die. Feyd tried to tell himself that he wouldn't do that, but he wasn't really sure what he would and wouldn't do to that man.

He didn't want to think that he could take a life. This was only a small slice of the demons that played across Feyd's mind as he sat in the cell. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe there really was something to the whole 'meditation' thing, but Feyd swore that he felt the palm of his hand get noticeably warmer as he sat there.

Jamie sighed as he ate his chocolate, staring at the wolf-girl. those Damn eyes. Finally unable to take it anymore, he flicked a hand, and the shadow leash disappeared, leaving Noirin free to roam around.

He stood, and left his room, heading out. He left the door open, and took the stairs down. He just couldn't keep her there to be subjected to Marcus. So he went to go hunt up another subject, and hoped Marcus woudn't notice the difference between them. After all, he hadn't even noticed they were there to beginning with.

He flicked through the mini computer, "Ice huh? interesting" Would they have a whole round of subjects that could control the different elements then?

he went in search of the Ice Queen.

---

Anyone watching Marcus would assume that he was stone cold ssober, despite the empty Scotch bottle on his desk. And he was. Alcohol never effected him, never caused him any troubles. He simply liked the taste.

he eventually sighed, and turned to his computer, to try and see where everyone was. He hoped that Flint had caught the traitor Maria, and her little friend.

After The Wolf ate her food she sniffed about the room for a comfortable spot to sleep off her good meal. Finally decided that any spot would do so she just simply laid down next to the bed on the floor. While she was sleeping the thing around her neck was taken off.

Some time later, Noirin woke up cold and shivering. She did not know where she was or where her clothes were. Nor her back pack ir her suitcases..... She became frighten for one of the troubles must have slipped out of her. She hurried about to find something that she could put on which happened to be a t-shirt from a drawer, swiped a blanket from the bed as well as a pillow then pushed it all under the bed to make a bed of a sort. Se then crept to the fridge and grabbed some food to take under the bed. She ate the food carefully and slowly for she did not know how long it was that she ate last. Afterwards, she curled up under the bed with the blanket wrapped around her and soon fell asleep.

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"If this where a ruse my minions here would already have shot you,or I would have thrown up on you by now or the green gas would seep quickly from my pores and into you as soon as I stepped forward. I could have made you both stroll happily to Marcus's office as soon as the electric field was brought down." Flint quipped as he took a few steps towards the walls his minions had been shooting at "They where aiming rather high don't you think..." Flint said showing them the bullet holes "But my control isn't perfect, try aiming five guns at once from 10 eyes " Flint remarked as he looked back, noticing a bullet had made contact with Maria. "But alas it made you stay here and not kill me instantly." Flint walked back in front of Maria "But I think the biggest proof was you lowering your shield, your gut telling you I am telling the truth I imagine..." Flint sighed "But what should really show you that I am not lying is who I am. Do you think I care about money? Can money cure this!" Flint rolled up his arm to show the reddened skin. He quickly covered it back up "No and that's why we must bring the corporation to the ground that way people like us will be deemed the normal ones !" Flint turned and spluttered out a cough. "Im sure you can understand what I mean."

Maria merely wiped the trickle of blood from her cheek, the apparent result of one of the bullets making contact with her, not lethal of course, but enough to get her attention and raise a shield to the rest of the sinister volley of lead charging her way and Leela's as well. She remained silent however, completely without word as she listened in on Flint's explanation for this rather abrupt change of heart, though hers was quite sudden as well, and still she wondered what she was doing turning against a man who could possibly kill her without lifting a finger. What was Marcus' power anyways? Did he even have a power? If so....it just made the smug, Italian suit wearing, scotch drunk bastard even more detestable to Maria....because he was nothing more now than a hypocrite and a traitor to his own. So in a sense, betrayal of Marcus was more than justified, same with Flint's reasoning, especially upon viewing....that all too painful and grotesque sight of his horribly marred flesh. "Damn....." Was all the goth could say to this grim visage before Leela had cut in. Reluctant was the white haired girl to take a life...but....the ways she spoke, it had some adverse effect upon Maria.

She spoke of peace, of cleansing the city of this evil, this corruption that had fallen upon it and damned people like her, people like Flint, Maria, and the other thousands of gifted individuals, literally inches away from the diseased Flint and crawling down his throat with every word spat at him in this fiery paroxysm of Leela's poetic and heartfelt speech. Once she was finished though threatening their plagued ally...at this moment...Maria stepped in, "You know....she's got a point. Where else will there be left to turn when we've burned everything to ashes? The city's a good start, getting rid of Marcus, but...we ain't the only ones turned into...these things. Plus, what's normal anymore, Flint? Even if I didn't have these powers, I would still be the outcast, I would still be the black sheep among the flock. The same could be said for you, for any of us...." She paused, turning towards the girl beside her, a softness to her rather harsh voice, "Even you.... We can't just think more killing's going to solve our issues. I mean, yeah...I want as much as anyone to kill Marcus, but wiping out an entire population.....I'd say even for me, that's really fucked up."

Flint took the tongue lashing with a straight face listening intently to the two girls, they weren't to know his true plan, yes he wanted to make everyone equal but the way he planned to do it was a dark manner indeed, making everyone very ill so that they all where equal in there diseases, he knew he would need there help though and so decided to play along for now. Flint shrugged "We will bring Marcus down then we can truly talk about what happens next, no point planning that far into the future if we die trying." Flint said as he walked over to his zombie like drones. He reached out and with a deep exhale the drones collapsed, a green mist filling the air and dissipating "They are passed out, they will have a headache and wont understand what happened but they will be fine." Flint turned back to the two "As long as you two are with me I wont need anymore anyway. So its a deal we team up and I wont kill anyone, hell I can just make people feel ill if I need to get out of a situation. Such as the bouncer" He turned to Maria "He should be ok now, I made him vomit a awful lot but when wakes up he should be fine maybe a bad cough and a sore throat" Bugs had began to gather around Flint once again , new ones to replace the massacre that had happened within the room. "Now shall we?" Flint turned and went to leave.

Ruslan didn't notice that a tree is being literally thrown at him, so the tree hit him before he knew it was there. He is immediately knocked unconscious inside the car. Now his fate may depend on what everyone does around him.

"I will not murder just for the sake of murder" Leela said, "And I will not work with you if thats what you plan. This city is innocent, apart from those about of the Mastermind's project. Do you two know what the project was created for, or haven't they told you that?"

Leela herself only knew because she had a hacker friend, a mastermind who preferred to stay under the radar. His powers weren't very obvious-he was just excellent with technology could get it to do whatever he wanted, yet normally he just stayed at the level of an expert hacker. Easier to stay hidden from the government that way, or at least the mastermind projects.

Despite the fact the bug boy said he wouldn't kill, or said he was on their side, Leela didn't believe him, nor trust him. She thought he had his own motives, and she didn't like it. All she had wanted in the office, trying to convince Maria to escape with her, was just that. Freedom with the girl who seemed so misunderstood. Leela couldn't hate Maria for trying to take her in, not after the expression on her face, and she would protect Maria, if she could. She still had the taste of her blood in her mouth. She watched Flint warily

Veyas walked over to the car, "Wonder if the fuckers dead, know what no I don't"

"Marcus' Veyas said to him, figuring to give a little warning

Quickly touching the man who was severely messed up by the crash, teleporting him in to Marcus's office, "Enjoy" Veyas said with a bow before teleporting to Flint sensing Tesla was with him, leaving the man in his office.

"Hello everyone, whats going on at this moment" Veyas said standing between everyone, "Bad time?"

Feyd breathed as deeply as he could without hurting his ribs enough to break his calm. He focused on feeling his own body heat, on trying to increase it beginning with his heart, then pushing it up his chest, into his shoulders, down his arms and into his hands where he tried to focus it all together. He couldn't tell if he was sweating, or if he was still wet from almost being drowned. He was trying to be as conspicuous as possible about this, and he really hoped he didn't start to steam or something ridiculous like that.

He opened his eyes for the first time and focused on his hands. More specifically, he focused on the air between his hands. He wasn't even sure if him manifesting his own fire was possible, but he didn't think about that. He tried to push the heat from his hands to the area between them. He visualized a flame in the space. He imagined that he could feel the heat from the flame on his hands.

He focused on—holy shit, it was actually working! There was a brief flicker, not much bigger than the fire his Zippo would have produced, but he saw it. He focused again, visualizing throwing a huge fucking fireball right into tin man's face. There was the spark again, but it was stronger this time and Feyd thought it lasted a fraction of a second longer. It would be satisfying to torch tin man, but that wouldn't get him out of this cage.

It was a normal cell, with a lock and all. Feyd couldn't imagine that it would be too difficult to burn whatever locking mechanism was keeping the door in place. The bars could be made of special metal, and the lock even could as well, but Feyd doubted that the inner workings of the lock were impervious to heat. There were only so many materials that could be used in a lock, and Feyd knew from experience that precious few of them were fire proof. No matter how diabolical whatever group tin man worked for was, he doubted that they would burn through the time and cash to custom make a cage just for him.

The spark returned, except it didn't flash away. He heard tin man clicking away at the computer at his desk. Feyd tried to increase the heat, and was pleased to see the orange and red orb slowly brightening into an orb of pure white. He quickly snuffed it out so he didn't draw attention to himself. He tried again, and this time the flame came almost immediately.

So now he just needed something to distract tin man.

A man flashed in the office and dropped off someone else. Sometimes it was better to be lucky than good. As tin man focused his attention of the new occupant, Feyd slowly stood up and stood near the lock. He focused on bringing the orb to his hand, which had gotten easier every time he tried it, and placed the white hot orb onto the lock, gently pushing it further and further, hoping the subtle creak of hot metal expanding went unnoticed by tin man.

After a few seconds the orb broke through, and Feyd wasted no time throwing it open and bolting straight for the window. He focused on pushing fire out of his hands and threw himself out before he was sure it was even working. He used every fiber of his being to push himself up with the fire. He pushed himself, pushed his jets harder than he ever had before, and he was flying out of the window and spiraling up into the air before he even had time to be thankful that he didn't just end up a messy smear on the pavement below.

He had no idea how he would steer himself, if that was even possible, or how he would land but he would take flying blind to that psychopath and his fancy cage any day of the week.