Experimentals

He could feel it, something was happening to his body. The cells were rapid firing signals to each other, so much to the point that it almost hurt to move. Slowly Zach opened his eyes, noticing he was restrained on an iron table. All he remembers was going to sleep to get ready for his presentation in the morning, and now he sees tubes and machines hooked up all around him. Some he recognized, it was almost like a hospital setting, while others were almost like torture instruments.

What the hell is going on? Zach was looking around, trying to make sense of it all. His right arm hurt like hell, and all the machines felt like they were calling out to him. As he was trying to get his senses on him, all of a sudden an alarm went off. *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNN BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNN BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNN*
"WARNING Several experiments have escaped containment and are on the loose. Two of which are considered extremely dangerous. I repeat Several experiments have escaped containment, Two of them are very dangerous. Find safety as soon as you can troops will be in the area shortly" a female voice read this.

Experiments? So is that what has been going on? As Zach was looking around in his room, without thinking, his right hand gripped the table, and he could feel his arm vibrating, and to his shock, it was changing into an iron armored arm. Zach just let his instincts take over, and he cut through his restraints. Standing up was more of a challenge; he had to hold onto the table to keep from falling. “Damn it, I really am going to be late for my presentation at this point.” Zach said as he moved towards the door. When he looked out, it was a scene of chaos. He saw soldiers firing all over the place, and the emergency lights were flashing. Better find a security room, maybe that can help me.

The soldiers ran off down the hall, something must have gotten their attention. Zach noticed there was a key pad to a room right across from his, and went over, and put his hand on it. Suddenly, information rushed to his brain, and he somehow managed to get to a map of the building. Without going through much of the details, he found where the security room was. Keeping that map fresh in his mind, he made his way to the floor below his. He heard some commotion from down the hall, so he hid behind a corner.

“What the hell happened? We had these experiments locked up good, and now, several have gotten out? You do realize that if the media gets any word of this, we could lose all of our funding and critical research that has been obtained so far!” Zach watched them, and he knew that he had to get to the next floor to find out what was going on. With his right arm still made of iron, Zach stepped out from behind the corner. This apparently caught the eye of one of the people.

“Hey, it’s one of the experiments! We have to get him!” The people charged at him, but they didn’t realize his arm was now made of iron, so he punched one of them in the gut, elbowed another in the face, and knocked out the other. Zach pushed along, and managed to find the security room. Surprisingly, it was not guarded, and the door was open. Then he noticed it. The security guards were dead, their blood splattered on the controls. Zach found a hand scanner, and put his hand on. Information flooded to him, as his mind mentally hacked through many of the firewalls. Unfortunately, much of the information did not provide him with answers. Then he found the firewall he was looking for, “EXPERIMENTS”. One name stood out to him, Leah, and he noticed on one of the displays, this girl, with another person in the room with her.

 

"Hhhharrrl!"
He whirled, teeth bared, livid that he had let himself get potentially ambushed.
Upon seeing that the man behind him wasn't armed or was being aggressive, his hackles lowered and he turned back to the girl.
The fear in her voice was almost tangible. He could taste it on the air.
He closed his eyes, straining to pull something tangible from the void that was his head. A lesson came back to him. When fleshlings moved their heads indications could be discerned. Moving it up and down meant assent. He didn't want to agree to her fear, so he shook his head instead, that being the only other response he'd ever seen them do.
After doing this he stalked backwards, wanting to ensure that both fleshlings were within his line of sight. He then waited for the female's response.

 

Name:Jackson
Gender:Male
Age:14
Experimental change:Ability
Back story: A wimpy 14 year old kid who almost never left his home. On the way to a store to pick up some computer parts a man walking in front of him stopped. As soon as Jackson had passed him the man pushed something hard to his back. The man then said something in a gruff but hushed voice, "Move and I'll shoot." A needle then pricked Jackson's arm and everything went black.
Special abilities:He can turn any non-living matter into chains allowing him to create chain male armor, spiked chain whips, and turn wall into chain and part them.
Strength/Weakness : His ability has many uses but his chains are only as strong as the material used to make them and his chains can only be created in a 50 ft radius of him.

Jackson yawned and struggled to stretch while confined to his table. It was the 5th weak of captivity and he had given up. Doctors came in and out every day to pump him with new chemicals and remarked at the fact he hadn't been able to activate abilities. He'd been there long enough to understand the way everything worked. People were kidnapped, experimented on, and gained abilities. But he only got the first two. When a doctor came into to pump Jackson full of his daily dose of unnamed chemicals something strange happened. 3 men wearing bullet proof vests and carrying riot shields burst in. They started undoing Jackson's bindings and ran out of the room with him.
"You okay kid?" , The man asked.
Jackson just gave a slight nod and they continued to run. He understood they were escaping and just wanted out. They ran for at least 10 minutes until they came upon a door. Jackson saw the man readying a grenade to blast open the door but just as he was pulling the pin a man all in white appeared. White hair, pale skin, and red eyes.
In a insane and twisted voice he said, "Did you really think you could escape my laboratory?!"
The man who had had been running with Jackson tried to reply but was shot. Then the other two. All three of his saviors fell over dead. The feeling of being so close to escape but having it ripped away was two much. Jackson began to scream, he hated losing, he frantically began to punch the wall. Hes screaming changed from rage to fear when chains began to form on the metal walls. They wrapped around his arm and formed armor. As he turned around a man was running at him. Just then a chain shot out from the floor and tripped the man then began to choke him. BANG a shot was fired at him. But it wasn't a bullet. It was a syringe. When it pierced his skin everything began to fade. As he fell to the ground he saw his saviors stand up and take off their helmets. They were his doctors.
The man in white then said, "So scenario 235 worked. We have awakened his powers.

 

A long and sharp gasp rolls from Koneko's lips as she suddenly lurks forward with inhuman force, finding herself resting on her hands and knees, gaze facing downwards. It takes several minutes for her to recompose herself to a point in which she can think with at least some clarity. The fight or flight instinct has finally lessened enough for her to assess the situation to a basic level. She is in the same room as before except for where the door once stood, a large hole had appeared. It cut clean into the wall, not quite hitting the floor or ceiling but boring a large circle into the wall. There was no sign of explosive damage, melting or anything else that would usually be left behind after a hole like that suddenly appeared. The rest of the room was otherwise the same as before, minus where the impact of the hole appearing had released a blast strong enough to knock over anything that wasn't tightly locked down. Around her was a pool of blood, explosive in nature as though she herself had literally been torn apart, not that she could remember that was the case.

She shakily stood back up and began to move towards the door, small and careful steps to avoid slipping on the blood or stepping on various pieces of glass and broken equipment that now lay strewn around. Upon reaching where the door had originally been she peeked out either side of the long corridor that lay outside the door. The corridor was similar to the room in terms of having metal walls and a hard concrete like floor. Doors can be seen along the wall closest to her and on the far right side, that appeared to be the exit or at least she hoped. Koneko began to talk down the corridor, her eyes fixed on the floor ahead of her and avoiding looking at each door she passed. It is quiet, eerily so. She finally makes it to the door, this one being much easier to open that the last. She gives the thick metal door's handle a tug, the handle easily pulling down and door swinging open to reveal a cold outside world. Several other buildings could be seen from where she stood. Peaking either side before stepping out she could finally breathe in the fresh air. Her body began to shiver as a chilling wind blew away any heat generated by the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, her unclothed body left defenseless against such weather. To her right were some metal stairs, similar to those one would find on an exterior fire escape. They led both up and down, but upwards only appeared to lead her to the roof so after some deliberating she took a step forwards and then down, her hands grasping at the hand rails as she made her way down with metallic patting noises under foot.

It didn't take long for her the reach the ground where the stairs gave way to cold concrete, chilled by the air. Before her now was a courtyard, bordered by tall, grey concrete walls that had been topped by rusting barb wire. Upon another look the entire complex she had just left appeared rather old, perhaps the first building there? Or maybe worn down for some reason. Her body wouldn't stop shivering now, her lower lip trembling against each icy cold gust of wind that blew into the courtyard from it's only opening, a tall wire loop gate. Her hands reached out for it and with a small tug followed by a more forceful push she attempted to see if it was open. As one would expect, it was not. She wasn't sure what to do now. On the other side of the gate were more buildings and courtyard, a maze of complexes that could lead to an exit yet she was stuck here. Above the gate the barbed wire continued, blocking people from climbing up it, but she had no choice. With whatever strength she could muster she began to climb up the wire link gate, toes digging into the sharp cables and rusting metal frame of the gate, cutting into her and sending painful sensations into her as though someone was tearing at her feet with a rusty knife, puncturing and slicing till blood dripped generously to the concrete below. It took no longer than a minute to climb but it felt like much longer, gashes, bruises and cuts all along her feet, hands and knees. Her gaze drifting over the barb wire that stood in front of her, this was her last obstacle to get outside. She drew in a sharp breath before pushing herself up, the metal spikes tearing into her arms, chest and stomach, cutting along her waist and thighs till with a loud 'THUD!' she found herself in a heap on the floor. It didn't matter though, she had made it out... Or so she thought. Another look revealed otherwise, she faced skywards, blood leaking from her cuts and onto the floor. She was still within the first courtyard, her fall had only been back the way she came from. She was trapped and now without the strength to try it again.

 

He dropped a thick file onto the table and a few of the papers spread out over the surface. I simply stared straight ahead, unable to move my head. Slowly toking a seat he began looking through his papers for several minutes as I grew more impatient. How I wanted to shout or bang my fists on the table but my body was no longer mine to control. Finally he tapped them all into perfect alignment and regarded me for a while without talking. I met his gaze and it seemed like he'd be content with the silence as I went deeper into discomfort.
"You realize what you just did, didn't you?" He finally asked me. His tone was tired but steady. I tried to open my mouth to speak but nothing happened. He chuckled at my effort and my anger immediately flared anew. "There's a restraining charge at the base of your skull. That's what's stopping you from moving unless you're ordered to." He rubbed his eyes with his hands and sighed then looked at me. "You must be scared. I see it in your eyes behind your anger. Waking up in a strange place, I don't really have any experience with it personally, but it must be terrifying. With any luck I can clear any confusion up." He took some papers from his stack and slid them to me. "Go ahead and read them. I give you permission to do so."
I took the papers without thinking and leafed through them. A minute later I set them in a neat stack and looked back at the officer. His name badge said Ronen and that he was a major.
"So I take it you understand what we've turned you into." I still couldn't move or talk. "The selection was random, as you've read. We needed someone who we knew would survive the surgeries. There was a risk, as you might have guessed, your memory was lost. It was as they worked on your central nervous system and brain. You woke up during the procedure and they tell me it completely wiped your mind. I wish we could have talked in a more comfortable setting but unfortunately," My mind flashed to the mush remains of the doctor's head. Regret washed out my anger. "Those men you killed put a lot of concern on this project. There are people who didn't want this to happen, I bet you aren't surprised by that." He gave me a wry grin. "Your cooperation is in question and we need to know if you'll work with us." He stopped talking and watched me carefully. "I know we didn't give you a choice before, but I'm offering you one now."
I felt such a complex emotion that I forgot to think.
"You can talk. Sorry, I forgot that you were under restraint."
I still didn't reply. Help them? Help them after they took me from my life and turned me into...into a thing. Could I help them? If I say no... will they just let me go? Somehow I seriously doubted it. So that left me with a dubious question. Stay alive and help these people with their goals or die.
"It's a tough call." He said. "Assuming we don't just order you to help us anyway. We could kill you, but you underestimate the unreliability of survival when dealing with this technology. You're our first success."
"H-How did you?" I asked him in shock.
"You were talking out loud as you thought. I ordered you to talk so it must have made you speak your thoughts."
"So basically I help you willingly or you 'kill' me and 'I' help you anyway." I sighed irritably. "I have no choice but to help you. I may as well do it willingly."
"That's good to hear. Now then, what's your name?"
"He called me Syn." I said uncertainly.
"Doctor Martin?" I nodded. "So you did lose some of your memory. Syn stands for Synthetic Test Subject Zero."
"Zero? Shouldn't I be One?"
"You were a test. We weren't...certain we'd...succeed." He told me uncomfortably.
"So I'm the proto... What?" I asked in shock as his his full meaning got through to me.
"There was a 70% chance you wouldn't survive."
"And you went ahead anyway? You kidnapped me to put me through a procedure I might not have survived?" I asked at near shout. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"There's always a risk. Even in routine surgeries at hospitals all over the world. Complications can always set in. This was just more risky."
"Yeah, 70% chance of my own death. A bit more risky." I gave a bark of angry laughter. He looked down at some papers on the table before him.
"So you don't remember your name?" He asked me changing the subject.
"No. I don't remember anything." I didn't feel like lying about it. Best to accept it instead of running away.
"I'm sorry. Would you like to be called anything?"
"Choose my own name?" He nodded. I sat there stunned.
"We could just keep calling you Syn. Unless you have something better in mind."
An explosion of names filled my head. Several favorites popped into my head, but how on earth could I pick one? What if I didn't like what I picked? Could I just keep changing it? Syn sounded cool, but did I want to be called that? I wanted to put my head on the table but not being able to move just left me with a frustrated groan to convey my frustration.
"Kryss."
"Kryss?"
"Yes. I want to use that." It was a snap decision, but what the hell, I'd get used to it. I did want to burst out in tears right now. I started laughing and Major Ronen smiled. His expression told me he didn't know why I was laughing and was kind of concerned about it. Whatever.
"Alright, Kryss, how are you doing?"
"I want to get out of this room."
"Okay, but first I have to do something to ensure we don't end up here again." I stared across at him expectantly. "Kryss, I order you to not take the lives of anyone unless we tell you to." An odd numb, buzzing feeling started in my head, just behind my eyeballs, then went away just as it started. I must have looked nauseous or something because Ronen asked me if I felt okay. I told him I was.
"Now that that's done," He got up from his chair and came to stand behind me. I felt suddenly apprehensive. If I can't move unless he orders me... I felt his hand on the back of my neck and would have flinched if I could. I felt something being removed from my spinal cord and suddenly I could feel the trembling in my body from having sat so rigidly the entire time. I relaxed my posture and was filled with the most pleasurable feeling at the simple movement. I stood up and took a few cautious steps just to be sure that my body was fully under my control. Turning back I saw Major Ronen standing behind me, a neutral smile on his face and a small black device.
"Is that?"
"The restraining charge? Yeah." He handed it to me. It was a rectangular block with three metal prongs. Feeling the back of my neck I felt a few holes back there.
"What happens if I get dirt or something in these?" I asked him.
"They cover themselves. Must have just gotten stuck. Supposed to be like clicker buttons." I tried pressing on the recessed bits inside my neck, I cringed at the thought of what I was doing and the tingling pain from my finger being in there. The small bit followed my finger out. Running my hand over the back of my neck again and didn't feel anything out of the ordinary.
"So... now what? Do I need to eat or anything?"
"Yes. Not as much as before but you still do. I'll get you some information from our techs for you to read. But right now, I'll show you around the facility and show you your room."
"Okay."
He opened the door and I followed him out into the hall, unsure of what I was going to find.

 

Her question was a bit too complex for his limited brain faculties to understand.
So, he simply settled for scratching his ear and waiting for the other fleshling's response.

Hatsuda paused.
Things were escalating. The experiments were starting to get looser and looser, less contained by the minute.
It was time for him to pay a visit to the big, big boss - the one who was in charge of all the experiments. The entire Project Experimental financial running could be traced - as long as you somehow knew more codes than were required to launch a nuke - to the bank account of one particular individual. Half-American, half-Russian, he'd combined the frugal necessities of Communism - from his mother's side - and the swelling benefits of capitalism from his father, and had gotten to the safest kind of position imaginable - the one where you were pulling the strings, but absolutely no-one, not even the President of the United States, could make him answer to them. He had an absolutely beautiful and simple business mechanic.

He had always been a big fan of genetic manipulation, and indeed it had been he who had got Hatsuda into the business of bio-engineering. He had created a inoculation, a preventative vaccine against something he dubbed "hormonal viruses". These viruses were, quite simply, viruses and diseases that would affect people through different stages of their life, causing the vaccine - which he named after himself, "Aberline", to become a beautiful all-purpose barrier.
You injected it into a baby, no more pnuemonia, pre-natal problems, deadly allergies and infections. You inject it into a child, no more colds, measles, mumps, sniffles, or even stomach bugs.
You inject it into a teenager, they can't get STDs and it relieves the pain of periods for women. Young adult, negates the possibility of developing cancer, STDs, migraines. Middle aged to elderly - relieved aches, prevented Parkinsons, Alzheimers, memory loss, osteoporosis. It was, medically speaking, a miracle. Doctors stopped studying medicine and instead became glorified nurses, arranging for injections for those close by annually for the rest of their lives.
He even cheaply and without any strings attached delivered tonnes upon tonnes of Aberline to third world countries, causing a global prosperity surge and he even paid for the installation of schooling - after all, he was now one of the richest men in the world.

But then things started getting creepy.
Every scientific attempt to analyse Aberline failed. If you studied it through a microscope, the glass would fog up and it would be impossible to see. If you attempted to separate the ingredients, any electronic device would simply break down and become absolutely useless. If you did it through non-electronic methods, the beakers containing the split elements would suddenly super-heat and melt, causing the results to evaporate.
This of course meant that Nall Aberline was the only one in the entire world who knew the secret to manufacturing the world's most amazing cure. Which of course meant that if he asked you to do something, like, say, hand over the launch codes for your nuclear arsenal, or build multiple top-secret research facilities using the tax-payer's cash, if you said no, he would smile gently and reduce your specific part of the country to a diseased hovel where your children got sick and fell ill and died in your arms.
So you said yes.

Hatsuda admired Nall Aberline.

 

"Okay so who exactly are you and where am I?"
"The second one, easier so i'll start there, your in Kras City lad."
"Kras City?"
"Yeah, its a city setup by the different corporations who run the facility"
"Aye, those that were promised a new life, those that wanted shelter from debt, and those that pissed off the wrong people end up here"
"Wait what corporations? Where Exactly is Kras City? And what do you mean by that Atlas?"
"Easy Lad one at a time! By what i mean is people that are here eventually go to the facility. A Honor you experienced your self"
"As for where Kras is........ I'd say somewhere in the pacific, just by the fish and fact no one has found this place yet"
"So the people here are all....."
"Lab rats..."
Frost joins the conversation with these cruel words
Atlas starts back in "Now as for corporations, there are said to numerous all aiming to further themselves for their own gain. We got Langlee ArmsTech providing the weapons and vehicles"
"Wait did you say Langlee? They are the large scale weapons manufacturer, rumors had it the were doing private deals and such but never imagined...... Guess that explains why i'm here rather than dead."
"Aye that's the one"
"And what did you mean by rather than dead?"
I had to laugh dejectively as i recalled, what now made perfect sense. I had damned my self into the situation by picking a fight with the wrong person
"I.....kinda, sorta....may have beat the snot out of the heir to the Langlee Corporation while we were both at college"
"......"
"......"
"......."
The silence was interrupted by Atlas's roaring laughter
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! You did what?!?! Ah lad, I'm liking you more each minute!"
"Hey the ass-hole started it! So i took him down a few pegs. Never though he would send corporate goons to abduct me....."
"Anyways....."
"Anyways who exactly are you people?"
"Can't you tell lad, we also have had the honor of having a stay at the facility"
"So you are all like me then?"
"NO..." Frost let out a very angry and aggressive response
"Oh shit......"
"Lad's stepped on a landmine now....."
"But we all have powers...." As i said that Frost made a single step forward then she vanished. Before my mind could process what happened i felt my legs being swept from under me. The a forearm strikes my throat sending me backwards and out of breath. Looking up at the ceiling of the i feel something cold cover me hands, my back and the rest of me. they are varies ice spikes. All seem to have gone around me, encasing me in them. As i look at this sight i see a pair of razor sharp ice claws resting gentle on my neck. the glide across me skin not once cutting me, the move to my cheek where they make a shallow cut the length of my face.
"We are not the same"
"......."
"Well lad, consider this a test as well as a punishment. If you make it out of there, you'll get to know exactly who we are. Hell if you make out of that you'll be one of us"
"Good luck man"
Atlas and Echo both walk out of the room. Frost remains and walks back over to the crates she was on earlier. Her eyes fixated on me were glowing the the dark, they had ice spears in them....

I stare, stare into the eyes of the man we saved. He has my eyes, dynamic eyes, eyes that are a sign of a certain trait and a certain doctor.
"Doctor come quick, her eyes they're.. they're..."
"Remarkable, I've never seen anything like this. Mark down the notes of this. Has she proven positive to the testing?"
"Yes doctor"
"Good, we may have just found the one"
I shake my head at the flashback i just had, why why now. Is it because his eyes are like mine? But they are not, the have a fire in them, and that fire is a weak and small one. He tires to melt the ice but i immediately dose the flame and layer more ice on him. I sit on my box and wait, wait for him to beg, to give up, to complain that it's cold, any of these would just have me dish more out on him.....but he never does.
"Most would have said it's too cold by now.."
"Eh?"
"In fact being encased in ice with only street clothes would have already gotten most hypothermia by now"
I poke and prod at him try to bait a response, just so i can't let him have it.
"I'm sorry"
His response surprises me

"I'm sorry"
"You really think sorry is going to fix this?"
"No, no if it could you wouldn't have frozen me solid like this over that comment"
"......"
"Look, I didn't mean to upset you but we are they same. We chose to fight and be our own person. We chose to escape, we chose to not let them treat us like lab rats. We probably went through completely different procedures and escapes but we made it. there are god know how many people still in there and even the ones living in the city, but we chose to free our selves. Maybe some day you can explain to me why i set you off, I'm not saying today or tomorrow. But when you feel we aren't so different I'd like to know. For now lets just start at that we both escaped"
I gave a speech, a heart felt speech. it was the only thing i could do. She had been constantly freezing the ice so i had made zero progress. I could only hope i could calm her down our at least force her to think while i try to free myself.
"....." Frost gets up and heads towards the door Atlas and echo left out of. Seems I'm going to be left here to freeze. Frost turns around before leave
"Did you mean what you just said or where you just getting desperate..."
I pause "Yes, pleading with someone you don't know does make you sound desperate but i meant it"
"......" She walks out of the room. As she does the ice covering one of my arms shatters, but i had nothing to do with it. Using my free arm i start melting the ice

In another room Atlas and Echo talk
"Hey Atlas, how did you know the kid would make it?'
"I didn't, lad really made it through on his own. I was sure he would have been frozen solid. But let's let him rest for a bit, he's been through a lot and besides *Yawn* I'm tired from waiting on him to wake up and get free of the ice!"

 

"Errr yeah, about the room, you went mental and started throwing stuff around, I sorta walked out, didn't feel like getting hurt. Also, I am not leaving without making sure you're secure as well as the other experiments which are harmless, if they intend to damage, I will personally see to killing them. About you not being able to walk, lean onto me." Logan leaned down to help the girl on the floor up.

 

He wondered around aimlessly hugging the walls. He could hear more gunfire and shouting. "Hold it right there" he heard, as what felt like a gun barrel was pushed against his chest. "Wha, what's going on?" He said in a trembbling voice. "Don't play stupid your one of them, you know exactly what's going on." He put his hands up "one of who, what are you talking about what's going on?" he said in a more calm but still with a light tremble in his voice. "And what's with that cloth!" The man leaned forward and ripped the cloth from around his eyes, he was blinded by the light, pain shot through his eyes. He slammed his eyes shut and stumbled backwards and the man he could only assume was a guard fired a round of into his chest. His hand instinctivly went to his chest, he felt pain but not as severe as he thought a gun shot should be that's when he felt it. The bullet being pushed out of his chest and fell into his hand, the wound did not feel like a normal wound then he realized it he felt no blood just some kind of ooz or plasma. It did not flow out like blood, then he felt it the wound started to seal itself. He moved his hand and dropped the bullet. The guards face was that of fear not like Will could see it. He started firing wildly untell his clip was empty. Only a few shots actually hit him a 1 or 2 in the chest a graze to the arm, and each one fell out of him and the wounds sealed. Will launched towards the guard, well he was changing his clip. He forced the guard to the ground and started punching him and punching untell the guard stopped moving. He started moving again, as he got farther and farther he started to hear voices. They did not sound like guards. "Hello, anyone there?" he started towards the voices.

 

He raised his head, eyes alert, watching the two fleshlings interact.
He crept to the doorway, scouting the surrounding corridors. He could hear people coming, and his teeth shone red as he crouched in the doorway, seeking to protect this new pack of his.

 

"Oh don't worry, you won't be much of a trouble, especially as far long as there is visible sunlight, I've noticed it makes me stronger."
He lifts her up, her whole weight focused onto his.

 

As he got closer to the voices he realized what they where talking about. "How many of them do you still think are running around doctor" a female voice he assumed was a nurse said. "I don't know but there just filthy rats, I would not worry even if we saw one of them this thing should take care if them" he heard a male voice say he assumed he was the doctor. He heard what sounded like a gun chamber being loaded. He turned around and started running back the way he came untill he took different turn then the way he came. After awhile he could smell it blood and lots of it as he stepped in something with his barefeet. He knew it was blood as he kept walking he tripped and fell down though he did not hit the ground something like a pile of rocks he got up and started to feel around. His hands wondered around feeling around to try and figure out what it was then he felt it a face or at least what was left of one. He tensed up in shock but it was very temporary, what came next was like an instinct he changed clothes with the dead guard or at least he thinks it was a guard. It took him a little bit longer then it would have if he could see. He then put on the guards face mask and opened his eyes the tinted glass seemed to help, he could see finally. He started down the hall way. Looking for anyone that could help him or at least try and find the way out.

 

Zach read through the file on Leah, but there was not much that had been recorded so far. He found another file, the name was Logan, and then he found his own file. “Zach Ferrous, student. Majoring in microbiology. Has shown abilities of bio-morphing, but only right arm are affected. May be more that are dormant. Observe until further notice.” From what he read on the files so far, it seemed that this company was using people as test subjects for a new drug, but apparently the drug had some major flaws that could not be examined, and his abilities were a result of this. The other test subjects had also been injected as well, and they were gaining abilities.

Zach looked on the monitor, and he saw that more security guards, along with some of the doctors were heading his way. He remembered which room Leah was in, and headed towards that direction. But as soon as he stepped out of the security room, he noticed someone behind him. “So, you are one of the escaped subjects. And with a bio-morphing ability, how interesting. Tell me, what is it you are planning on doing?” This man spoke to Zach like he knew exactly what he was. Zach replied “I found out some of the information on what has been happening to myself and the others, and I plan on finding them and helping them out, however I can. If you want to stop me, just try.” Zach held up his arm, ready to fight if need be. “Oh no, I won’t stop you. I am just an observer, and I look forward to what will happen. A word of advice, your abilities have just emerged, as you continue with your plan, more of your abilities will manifest, and then the true test will begin. If you are looking for the others, it is best to head this way.” The man pointed towards a hallway, and then disappeared in an instant.

Zach headed down the hallway, towards the lower floor. What could this girl, Leah, have key information about that makes her a prime research experiment? As Zach headed towards the room, more security guards flooded in from the other direction, right towards Leah’s room. Not this time, you bastards! Zach charged at the guards, his arm still covered in iron. He managed to get past a few of them, and he looked in the room, and saw Leah sitting on a bed, as well as another person next to her. Zach tried the doors, but they were bolted shut. Zach pounded on the door, and yelled “LEAH!”

 

His ears pricked at the loud yell and he turned towards the pounding noise, a snarl building in his throat.
He stalked towards the doors it was coming from, his body coiled and ready to pounce.

 

Name: Justin
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Experimental change: enhanced resistance to bullets with little to no shock
Back story: Growing up as the only guy in the family with two sisters(one younger and other older)he had to be the "man" of the house at an early age due to having a abusive, rent gambling drunk for a father while his mother passed away in a car accident. During work, he was assaulted by a group of men in black as he was stocking shelves and preparing to clock out to see the love of his life that night. He was never seen again the next day.
Special abilities: good peripheral vision
Strength/ weaknesses: family

Darkness. Nothing but endless darkness. For that is all man can see in the state of rest. But then in the midst of the unknown, right in the center of it all shined a dull lifeless light. Glowing brighter, sounds beginning to emit left and right. Senses now slowly restoring within the still corpse strapped to the table. Then a pair of eyes opening up to a room of white. "W-where... a-am... I-I?" -examines self, taking notice of the various machines engulfing the atmosphere- "W-what... i-is... t-this... place?". A pair of men in white enter the room, both wearing a face mask and goggles to mask their identities. "Ah! *said one of the men while rubbing his chin*, so this must be the famous Project Quicksilver that HQ has their petty little minds wrapped over for eh?" -silence overcame the room until the other man responds- "Ay! it is. They plan to clone and mass produce an army if the subject is proven successful in tomorrows trials comrade" -the two continued their squabble while Justin gathers up his thoughts in all this- "C-clone?! M-mass p-produce?! A-army?! ...A-am I-I? Even human anymore?" -the two men in white end their conversation, checking over the machines functionality and jot down data of some sorts onto a clipboard- "Health check. Armor check. Ammo check." -said the man in white with clipboard- "How is he on your end mate?" -few seconds went by and the other replied- "Looks good brother! Stiff as a board he is but still breathing air I reckon... oh wait now!" -notices that eyes are open- Justin frozen in fear holds in a breathe of air and stares off into the ceiling ignoring the existence of the two men hovering over him. "Looks like sleeping beauty awake! *chuckles* What are the odds of that!" -the man in white with clipboard then shouts- "Oh my! He was meant to be awaken! Not yet at least! Quickly now! Get the general on the phone and make it snappy! -the two men in white scurried on out of the scene leaving Justin in a phase of mystery- "Ugh... my head! Better figure out a way out of this place or who knows whats in store for me next..." -he proceeds to loosen the straps around his wrists and legs while keeping an eye on the monitor which could possibly trigger off an alarm-. With luck, he succeeds in regaining freedom over himself and swiftly paces for the door in search of answers.

 

It felt like days for him. No probably weeks hes lost his perception of time at this point. He was trapped in a cage. But not a normal one. If it was normal he would of turned the wall into chains and moved it out of the way. No this cage was made out of vines. Giant, mangled, living, genetically enhanced vines. His power didn't work on living mater and the vine wall went well beyond 50 ft meaning he couldn't even try to use material on the other side. He wasn't in complete darkness the vine cage had no roof but this didn't mean he could climb out. Every time he tried the vines would whip him off. He was monitored by a long range camera about 75 ft above him. the only food he was allowed was bread and the only drink was small amounts of water. He couldn't make chains out of liquid or gas and the the bread chain wouldn't have been strong enough to cut the vines. He was completely trapped with absolutely no place to escape. About a week later two inmates escaped. All the banging from the fighting shook the camera above and loosened it. It fell and smashed its metal bits all over the ground. Jackson concentrated and the metal stuck together and formed a chain that appeared to filed down to be as sharp as swords. with one swing he chopped through the first part of his cage. He diced and cut until he had reached his freedom.
Guards were yelling, "Quick tranquilize him before he gets to the metal!"
As soon as they finished their sentence the ground them morphed into chains and grabbed their legs. as they reached down to pull the chains off their lead bullet proof vests also turned into chains and restrained them. Chains dropped from the ceiling and slowly formed a noose around the neck of every guard in sight.
He was not going back there, he couldn't go back there. He had to escape at all costs even if it meant taking lives. The nooses tightened and pulled every guard to the ceiling. After about 30 seconds of grunting and gasps silence. The guards limp bodies dropped from the ceiling and all the chains except for the one Jackson was holding reverted back to their original form. His chain, the thing that freed him would never given up. It was his tool, his weapon. It unsharpened itself and wrapped around his arm.
"Anyone Here!", Jackson yelled.
There was no response and he continued on. He was forced to dispose of several more guards while moving throughout this maze of hallways. He had one task. Kill the man in white. But not yet. He wasn't powerful enough yet. He needed to learn more about his power if he was to take him on. The one who did this to him had to pay, and anyone foolish enough to stay in his way would die. He found his way to the door and heard a scream from behind.
"STOP!", Yelled a man who, judging by his attire, was the captain of the guards.
Chains shot out from several directions, knocking the gun out of his hand and completely restraining him. Jackson also needed more intel and this man could get it for him.
"What is this place?" Jackson asked while hiding his face behind a wrap of metal chain.
The guard struggled for a bit and replied, "A lab I don't know the name they just pay me to keep people from escaping."
"Do you Know who I am?", Jackson questioned.
The guard was quick to answer with, "Your subject B298 Jackson Turner. Ability Chain manipulation."
"Wrong. Jackson turner is no longer who I am. Call me...... Locks. Pass that on to the man in white will ya.", Jackson said coldly with no emotion.
As Locks walked out the door the guard yelled something, "You don't want to screw with Professor Giles! He will kill you!"
Locks said but one thing, "Tell this Professor Giles, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!"

 

He is moving along faster now that he can see. The more ground he covers the more bodies and blood there is. "What am I doing, there might be more people trapped here I can't just leave them." He started checking the rooms but no one some rooms seemed as if the people where ether moved or there where fights. "Is anyone still here! anyone! can anyone hear me!" he started yelling as he kept going.