Facility 666

[mantisstalker]

(Thanks Ed now I need to edit! *Goes to cry in corner*)

"We...Don't know...He just won't wake up..." the Twin stuttered to Eliseai before returning to chittering nervously next to its fathers head. The Brute made to as if to pick 62 from the floor but seemed to think better of it as explosions echoed down the corridor, and instead sat itself in between its farther and the fighting. Just as it got into position the beam that had passed through Ghost hit it, leaving behind nothing but an ionized lump of flesh. This prompted the Twins to squeal in fear and begin to drag 62's motionless body away from the fighting with limited success.

The Stalker however let out a pained screech and having already lost its strain brother ran at the machines with suicidal recklessness, hacking and slashing at whatever came into reach.

As more of the mechanical units started to emerge from the rubble the shadows around them started to deepen and contort as if alive. As one of the machine men emerged and was about to take aim at Sunny with a net its head vanished into a crimson explosion of gore and and brain matter before it crumpled to the ground. The same fate met its colleague that had stepped out besides it before the an alien voice invaded Mateus's mind

"Run while you can, this is the only help your getting from me..." It said before before playfully counting down from ten with every machine man that met a similar fate as the others, until it went silent altogether leaving behind no trace of itself other than Mateus's memories.

[Esiphas]

OOc- Well, nice to see this hasn't died during y unexpected inactivity period. Wasn't going to let you have guns, bu they won't help you much now, since these guys all wear bulletproof stuff

Ic- when Ellesai turned back to shout at Mateus, she found him gone, replaced only by swirling smoke from we're a few radiation beams had hit. Suddenly, the guard on the left started screaming, and the guard on the right of Oscar cried out in pain. Neither were shielded, but Mateus had gone in close anyway, and was in the process of beating the right guard senseless with his hands and tail. "All of you RUN! I'll catch up to you." As the group moved off, and Oscar started to follow, Mateus sent a quick burst of mental torment his way, only to have it blocked by something. It managed to catch his attention though, and Oscar started throwing radiation blasts at him. Mateus, being quick,dodged them easily, but the guards he as fighting were both turned to dust. Mateus grinned as he ducked under another blast, and slammed Oscar to the ground with his tail, the reach being a little longer than Oscar had counted for. As Oscar created an area blast around him, Mateus rolled backwards and jumped, the momentum gain from the blast repelling him onto a wall where he stuck, grinning cockily at Oscar.

The Group, minus Mateus, could hear some thing aproaching them. Their escape route led into a wide tunnel, that looks Like a train tunnel. From around the corner, a tall man, easily 6'0" alone, walked around, but he was considerably taller than e should've been. Propped up on Mechanical stilts, and with a strange device, crackling with electrical energy, on his back. The occasional flicker of a force field could be seen around the man, as he raised a Gatling gun in their direction.

[Edzilla]

Ooc- is this going to be a randomised situation, as in we aren't allowed to kill anyone unless you say.

The chaos was more than 72 could deal with, he hit the floor along side the experiment ten previous to himself. Only fear kept him going now, painfully finding his feet. In an act of rare generosity, he heaved 62 to his shoulder, coughing and spluttering as he desperately tried to move each foot forward, only managing a tipping stumble. The twins stood at either side of him, concern for their father clear. Yet Ghost would not notice them, his thoughts were only on rounding that corner, his gaze set on the dark corridor that lay past it. With incomparable pain he found his target, only to be met by the mechanical man. With any kind of strength having left his legs, he hit his knees, exasperated by his fate
Holding his weapon limply, he retaliated with a few bursts of sub machine gun fire, each bullet collapsing in mid air as it hit the field. The man grinned manically as Ghost dropped the gun, the Gatling gun coming to life, raking with bullets, mainly harmlessly although a few clipped 62.

He looked up to Sunny and Eliseai, his eyes more emotive than ever, bright tired and desperate. From under his mask they heard what no one had heard for years, a soft mewing tone seeming to sum up Ghost's torture, pain, his time in the facility and the ability which force upon him a short life. To Eliseai it was terrifying recognate, all though not from her own memory. To Sunny it was revealing step into his twins world, although he couldn't know this.
With a barely comprehensible voice, he stuttered ,"help..."

[mantisstalker]

"You know...If you tried I'm sure you could..." The purple eyed boy said calmly as another volley of gunfire pinged off of the shimmering shield around them. "You know I can't keep us safe and fight at the same time..." This time his eyes met the other shorter boys, and for a few seconds they held eye contact before the other nodded.

With deliberate slowness the shorter of the two unzipped the front of his jump suit revealing a chest covered in flaking skin and rashes. The boy with purple eyes looked concerned but said nothing as his companion now removed his arms from their sleeves and allowed the top of his suit to hang around his waist.

"I'll need your help..." The shorter said quietly, as if afraid he would be punished for speaking out loud.

"And as always you will have it." Purple eyes said smiling before closing his eyes and extending his mind. Both boys shuddered as they felt their minds begin to meld but after a few seconds seemed to relax as thoughts passed between them faster than words. Then letting out a long breath the skin of the shorter boy began to ripple and bubble as what looked like a hand pushed its way forward from his chest.

As the hand grew into an arm and was quickly followed by a small torso a gasp of pain escaped the boys lips but he didn't allow it to stop the creature from emerging. When the creature had fully emerged to reveal it to be a rather small pale looking being, Purple eyes gave his companion a smile "Lets give em' hell." he muttered before allowing the shield to drop only for the slimy looking creature to jump into action and another appear. In under a second the gun fire ceased as the subjects responsible for in fell to the ground in a spray of blood.

A siren sounded before a door opened and a squad of guards swarmed into the room, making to grab the two remaining subjects. "Told you we could do." Purple eyes said, but before his friend could reply a shot sounded and a wave of pain over took him as the white creature fell to the ground quickly followed by the boy that had created it, his skinny body hitting the floor with a soft thump.

"No! That's unfair we won! Don't touch him! Sixty!"
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A brief sign of life passed over 62 as a bullet ripped through his shoulder. Whether he had heard Ghost or not was not apparent but his skin had started to ripple and distort before a white hand shot out of his back and he and Ghost where surrounded by a wave of shimmering air which caused bullets to ping harmlessly away from them.

As the hand pushed further out of 62's back it became apparent that this child was unlike his other children as its skin was a smooth and slimy pale white instead of the usual rotted green, with its eyes sockets being totally covered by skin like its fathers though small pointed teeth could be seen in its lipless mouth. The creature gave a groan of effort as more bullets started to come their way though its burden started to lessen as another hand started to push upwards.

[t⊗theark]

Sunny ran over too them as fast as he could, he extended his hand upwards. The bullets stopped a meter around them, fell upwards and back down to the centre of this radius, hovering over Sunny's hand. This ammunition was ferrous oddly enough and it didn't take much to catch them in an electromagnetic field. The pilot stopped firing, looking surprised at what happened. Sunny then projected the bullets he has caught at the man, they pattered off him harmlessly. However, it did provoke him to put up a smoke screen. Sunny couldn't really see him anyway it made no difference, he knew that this person was now charging at them, the shield's electrical feedback resonating in Sunny's ears. As he emerged from the smoke, Sunny absorbed what he could- trying to spare Ghost any burden- from the electroradiation of the shield. It weakened enough for sunny to get inside and latch onto the man's metallic frame which he piloted. Now just in front of him and out of reach, Sunny melted some of the Gatling gun. He then head butted the man, cutting his own brow. Sunny fell off as the man reeled back, recovered and retreated.

Sunny got himself off the ground, a trickle of blood ran from his split brow. There was something barely sticking out of there, like a couple of metallic pins. He ran over to Ghost and 62.
"Are your two alright? There are some first aid kits back there, I can run back and get them, just stay there, and - oh, you're making another one. Eliseai, can you keep and eye out for them, I remember where I put that box."

As he ran back he felt a sharp sting from the cut in his brow. He ignored it, looking for the box large box of aid kits and rations. After he found it there was another sharp sting, after wards he felt fear. Not his fear, another's. He felt compelled against all reason to come to his brother. He was so scared. Sunny ran towards those feelings with irrationality and passion. He was Mateus pinning Oscar against a wall,
"No, what are doing!?" he said, directed in no one in particular, his conflicted emotions in complete confusion. Mateus backed off as a reaction

"Sammy?" Oscar said, a nostalgic look on his face. "Your the other surviving supernova experiment? They told me you died! Why is your hair white? Why are your eyes like that? Wait, Dr Arachnae knows how to reverse my blindness, why didn't they help you?". His expression changed.
"Your the other supernova experiment? But that means you raped that girl? That you murdered everyone at the North Atlantic Facility?"
"No, it's not like that at all, listen to me"
"They told me that the other surviving supernova experiment murdered 7,000 people, did you?"
"Yes, but listen to me! I can explain!" At this point they has the same connection, despite Sunny, to the best of his knowledge, never getting any telepathic implants. Sparks flew from the metal pins in the cut in his brow. Sunny was feeling Oscars disgust and mistrust. Sunny tried to get his memories is hard and as fast as he could. It hurt him a bit, his hand on his left temple. He looked up is realization.
"How? No! You remember wrong. I serve my country, command wouldn't distort the truth like that! Sam, they tell the truth! We're needed to-"
"No!, they kidnapped us! We were 10! How was that right!"
"They told us our parents died"
"If they died, it was probably because they killed them"
"DON'T SAY THAT! We're the good guys, stop lying to me!"

By this point their connection was strong enough that they were powering each other. Mateus backed of as a growing as he felt the heat of a lethally irradiated area around the two become bigger. The ambient air seemed to be on the verge of combustion and it ionized into every colour and wavelength across the electromagnetic spectrum. Bits of metal were being attracted to the two as arcs of lightening seemed to strike every surface immiately near them.

"Turn yourself in, we can help you! Foreign propaganda must have gotten to you, we can fix that! I can see Sam! We can give you your sight!"
"I thought the procedure killed you Oscar, I missed you, don't do this."
"I almost died but Dr Arachnae saved me"
"And in return she broke you!"

The two threw neutron blasts directly at eachother. Mateus ran before there was an explosion that rattled the facility. Suddenly the connection was broken. They both fell extremely weak, both their cloths had almost been completely burnt off. Oscar put his finger to his implant.
"All units fall back," He exhaled exhaustively, "it's too dangerous to proceed right now." He took hi finger off and slumped his shoulders, his arms hanging as lethargically as Sunnys's. "Why are fighting against us? Have you joined the terrorists now?"
"Oscar, how could you listen to that (please do not swear)?" Sunny said with equal exhaustion, "They brain washed you." Oscar stumpled away without another word, Sunny turned his back and did the same, just remembering the box full of supplies. He collapsed on top of it, just on the boarder of consciousness. he faded in and out of reality, having flash backs of him with Oscar hanging out in their favourite place in New York City's Central Park.

[Yuno]

During Sunny's encounter with Oscar Eliseai had been in a catatonic state briefly-- arms limp at her sides as her jaw moved up in down and her eyes stared trying to fathom something that was impossible. But the designers of her had not created her to be like this, they had wanted a creature that even when the mind of the body expressed disobediance the body would work. And work it did. Signals were sent, biochemicals entered the blood and brain in seconds. Eliseai's body reacted with a quick shudder.

She pivoted just dodging a blast from a weapon and drew her pistols crossing them. From them she rained fire on the guards that bypassed Oscar and Sunny headed for her. Seeing the two twins together was strange, her mind was trying to make sense of it, all the while her body acted as the killing machine it had been made to be. It was strange, because as she fought she felt another mind near hers, it had been so long since she'd felt this mind siphoning her kinetic energy. She felt herself growing weaker from it. She could feel the mind calling for her to be one with it again.

Her body wanted to respond, turned training the two pistols at Mateus, her finger shook against the trigger as she watched Mateus, totally unaware moving off. Then she watched Oscar limping off away from Sunny and her mind returned, her weapons lowered as she rehooked them to her belt. She ran towards Sunny, the air around him wasn't stable yet, and she felt her body growing painfully hot. She persevered through it with a small cry of pain which caused Oscar to turn and look at her. His eyes didn't register betrayal in them, just pity and a desire to help. She saw his lips moving enough to know what he said as he reached out pulling some of the radiation away from her so that she no longer felt the pain of the air around her. She shook her head at him as she lifted Sunny up with a grunt and look of pain. He spoke again and she looked down with shame. He turned to leave but stopped briefly holding up his hand, a motion she copied at the same moment. Then she turned with another cry of pain and ran back towards Mateus and Ghost and 62.

She reached Mateus at the wall and grabbed his arm, "We don't have time for this Matty, you have to run ahead and map this place. I'll get Ghosty and 62." she continued onwards, her muscles groaned at the added body weight and radiation burns. She reached the others to watch 62's strange new birth occuring. Her vision was going spotty by this point as she found Ghost and the guard over him. The machine turned at her approach and her blurring over eyes widened as she ripped the pistols from her belt managing to hold onto Sunny with one good arm and pull the trigger several times. The bullets had no effect and she let out an exasperated sigh as she dodged fire from the robot and with a grunt pulled one of the canisters from her belt and hurl it at the creature blowing it sky high. She turned to see Ghost looking weaker than herself. "No NO NO (please do not swear)! Not now. You can't be collapsing now. NO." she was sweating and crying and every part of her wanted to give up. They didn't have any more time. The troops weren't retreating for good, they were gathering their forces to continuing pushing into the facility for them.

She couldn't do anymore, she was already barely carrying Sunny. She couldn't help Ghost or 62 any longer. She stumbled off down the corridor tears running down her face as she came out the back of the facility. The sun was just beginning to peak as she stumbled into what looked like a storage shed. She managed to push Sunny off of herself before vomiting a pool of goo that looked like poison and passing out radiation burns covering the better part of her body. The unfortunate fact was, that anybody who looked would have known she needed treatment for radiation, there simply was no one to look at either of them.

[t⊗theark]

Sunny slowly came to. He had a splitting migraine, everything seemed so bright it hurt his eyes.... his blindness was receding even more, His eyes were almost blue and the only cataract were in his pupils. Things were a little more distinct now. He could see basic facial features like eyes and lips. He got up with a wince to see everyone who were in no condition. His clothes had been reduced to sorta short's right now, and even they were ash hardly held together. He crawled over to Eliseai who had not taken his engagement with his brother well. He could feel her pain, something he couldn't feel due to his mutation.

He dragged himself over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. He said,
"My eyes' function are mimicking yours. I am resistant to cellular damage, that's why they chose me. I should be able to give you the same mutation if you can give me your sight." She was shaking in pain as he took her hands. He was getting really comfortable with this connection, but this was really painful. Their eyes met as her pain seemed is disparate, cells gaining Sunny's nucleotide resistance and as she developed his more durable polypeptides. Eliseai's cellular damage was on the mend at an extraordinary. She would need help with the 2nd degree burns on her but Sunny felt her relief. Their eyes still locked. Sunny leant forwards for a kiss but turn away before he got to close. There were other matters. A couple were wearing the first aid kits he brought back, that's good. He went over to 62, using his hearing once again like an ultrasound to see what damage there was but the latest of his creations snapped at Sunny when he approached. He had a harder time reading Ghost. Sound waves don't behave normally. Echoing too soon, waves seemingly moving right through him - it was impossible.

He looked at Mateus apologetically. What made him connect to his brother? He wasn't with Eliseai and he didn't have implant of his own as far as he could tell. He looked at the recovering girl before him.
I did it again, He thought to himself, may be Oscar was right. I keeps doing nothing but hurting everything I get close to. Another stinging pain from his split brow as one of the metallic pins blinked blue.

[Yuno]

Eliseai had been in a dark world of pain before Sunny woke up. She couldn't sleep and she couldn't truly remain awake. Instead she just lay there blinking between shades of fuzzy gray hues and totally darkness. Her mind as so fevered over with pain that she briefly considered that this was what Sunny's world must be like. Except she had it worse. He'd never know that what he was seeing was fevered radiation damaged eye sight or darkness. This was his normal. That got her thinking about normal as she rasped out another breathe around her swollen throat.

What was normal? She wasn't it that was for certain. She was sixteen and her hair was made of (please do not swear) rainbows. Who in their right mind designed a being to look like her. But other people had always thought she looked beautiful, in an exotic sort of way. That hadn't stopped them from over utilizing her ability to look like anyone, but it had meant that the few times she wasn't in another form she wasn't an eyesore.

She moved with a start at that word. “eyesore”... she felt the jolt of her nerves wracked with pain. Her head hurt so much at that, the implant over her eye felt like it was on fire. For all she knew it was, she was trapped here, in this world between darkness and pain. But Oscar had called her that, she remembered now. When they'd first been partnered...he was in the hospital. Fresh out of a life saving operation. She was next to him in a bed of her own. They'd implanted her, she could remember it all so clearly. Sitting there as chemicals and wires attacked her body changing its make-up and chemistry. She'd noticed the boy then, his blue eyes tunneling into the side of her face. And then he'd told her that she made his eyes hurt with all the colors. She'd felt so ashamed she'd taken on the most drab possible appearance. That had made him laugh. He'd called her beautiful then and told her that he'd never seen anything like her.

Eliseai was brought back by the connection with Sunny, her vision cleared in an instant, her relief flooding at the ability to perceive. Sunny was hanging over her then, turning her burned arm over to watch the progress of healing. Relief from pain flooded over her. He leaned towards her, she could feel him reign in his desire at the last second, and she took the opportunity to smile lightly and croak out still in delirium, “Oscar said I'm an eyesore I remember it. He remembered my nickname is E” then she was out like a light, succumbing to the last of the pain to rest.

[mantisstalker]

"You have to do this..." Purple eyes whispered as he pushed the knife into his friends hands, shaking violently from head to toe. "You heard them, only one of us is getting out alive this time and if it isn't with you I don't want it to be me..."

The shorter boy didn't take the knife as tears starting to swell up in his eye that wasn't covered over by growing skin. "I can't..." he whispered not looking his friend in the face.

"You have to. For me." Reluctantly the boy took the knife but made no move to attack. Instead he stood there staring at his feet, muttering what sounded like a half remembered song.

"Please don't make this any harder than this is Sixty..." Purple eyes said as he turned his back on his friend "Just make sure that one day you give those kids a better life than we had." A slight chuckle escaped his lips but it soon hitched in his throat and became a sob. "Come lets just get it over with..."

As he said the last few words the slice of air could be heard as the knife whistled towards it target and Purple eyes gritted his teeth for the incoming pain. Though none came. Not even when the wet thud of the knife making contact sounded or the steady drip of blood on the floor began.

Dreading what he was about to see Purple eyes began to slowly turn only to have his fears confirmed. Standing there with a slight smile on his face was his friend, the knife now handle deep in his stomach. Before he could fall Purple eyes grabbed him and brought them to their knee's.

"No... It shouldn't have ended like this. You where the one that was meant to make life not me..." Purple eyes said his voice shaking with anger as tears began to roll down his face now.

"Why did you do this to me Sixty! Its not fair!"

A sad smile touched the shorter boys mouth as a slight tickle of blood escaped from it. "You know why..." He managed to mutter between labored gasps of breath before his eyes closed, not to be opened again until the voice had told him wake up.
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62 sat bolt upright as a long suppressed gag reflex kicked in, causing his mouth to become filled with liquified bio mass. Coughing he tried to absorb it but to no avail as it slipped back down his throat making his choke. Starting to panic now as he registered the sound of gun fire and the pain in his arm 62 started to grasp around something to help.

He felt small arms pulling at his and heard squeals of excitement before his hand grasped around something sharp. Not having enough time to ask for help before he could reestablish the links to his children, 62 brought the object up to his skin covered mouth and in one quick motion cut a line in the thick layer of skin. Dropping the object 62 proceeded to double over as he hacked up a thick, foul smelling liquid that was probably the liquified remains of some poor guard.

When he was able to breath again 62 dropped to a slouch exhausted and had to fight the memories from pulling him back into his subconscious. With an extreme effort he managed to establish links with his remaining children and was surprised to feel the minds of the Pale Twins but not the Brutes. He shoved this to one side however as he noticed the situation they where from the Twins eyes getting him to shakily get on his feet.

[Edzilla]

Ghost painfully got to his feet, his hamstrings still burning from his previous lift. After standing he attempted a cautious breath, before falling back to his knees coughing, the grating pain in his lungs accompanied by the taste of blood in his mouth. In moments there was a red stain on the floor, while blood slipping from Ghosts left eye, a crimson line being drawn down his cheek to his chin.

Managing finally to suck in a breath, he got to his feet, looking around as a survivor surveys the apocalypse.
He noticed 62, his children both delighted at his consciousness but panicking at his discomfort. He strode over, offering a hand to help the struggling twins pull him to his feet. He gave him a short pat on the back as he moved on, a sure sign of comradeship.

He moved over to Eliseai, taking a moment to assess her condition. Unconscious, apparently from sheer pain. Her body was mending gradually, although Ghost new he'd be scarred for life in her own mind.
He turned to Sunny, looking concerned as ever for the girl. "Cut it... cut her off," once again came that soft, fragile voice like a unused bike, weakening as it gradually rusts.
"If you need sight, I'm here... I expect you want to carry her." He began to walk off, before stopping with a sudden occurrence of thought.

He looked at Sunny, perceiving the sadness and disparity on his eyes.
"Oscar isn't who he once was, don't expect him to be, he's died and been brought back." A stern look upon his face revealed what was about to come, he didn't want to know. "He's changed, the old Oscar was crushed by reeducation, unsalvageable, his metal heart is all that keeps him alive." He shifted a little off one hamstring as it began to burn slightly. "So pick a side, her or him... "

He turned back around, discovering a new pain, not only the slight pain in his throat from using his voice so much, but the conflict that was sprouting within Sunny. He hoped he wasn't a point of conflict, God knows he would be if he knew what'd happened...

He came towards Mateus who was recovering quietly, seemingly less effected than the other. "Which way to the main hub, with command and education... your old place?" The new found memory Oscar had triggered seemed to be bringing up some knowledge of the facility, although directions were still a mystery.

[t⊗theark]

Before Ghost arose, Sunny stood up and surveyed the storage shed. He needed to take his mind off things that upset him so he would be in control - always about control. So he explored a while testing out his sight which was practically blind to any other's standards but a blind man's. He came upon racks of military uniforms, Kevlar vests, jeans and, something that had taken him aback. A black, skin tight suit that was reminiscent to what the more elite soldiers, larger creatures and the experiments wore, including Oscar. It seemed to resistant to heat and other radiation burns from what he saw of his brother and to avoid the constant embarrassment of almost falling naked every time his powers peaked, he put it on. It fit well, a little loose around the waist, wrist and ankles but it certainly did him. He put on some khaki camouflage pants on over them and put on one of the strange kevlar vests with areas of interlocking carbon-fibre-esque armour before returning to the others.

He returned to see Ghost with 62. The cerebates seemed to be almost celebratory for 62's recovery. The conscious members took defensive stance at Sunny in a mix match of military attire but they realized it was he when he said
"There's combat gear back there if you want a bit of small arms fire." One of the ankle biters, the some one he saves, ran over to him and hugged his shin, crawled uo onto his sore shoulder, which was paid a flinch, and said in his ear
"He's alright!". His twin's body language seemed almost annoyed.

He saw Eliseai asleep and crouched down by her as Ghost helped 62. He brushed some of her hair off her face, some of it morphing around his hand, startling him. Ghost came over to them and, as per his instructions, weakened the connection with her. The wound above his left eye had not healed but widened. More than just pins, an area of metallic surface could be seen, as could a blue light. His snow white hair obscured his brow for it not to be too obvious though.

"Oscar isn't who he once was,"Ghost wheezed, "don't expect him to be, he's died and been brought back."
"No," Sunny responded, his pain from his shoulder reminding him of his comforting companion, "I should to be able to save him. I HAVE to be able to save him."
"He's changed, the old Oscar was crushed by reeducation, unsalvageable, his metal heart is all that keeps him alive."
"But he's my brother. I can't kill him!"
""So pick a side, her or him... " Ghost ended the conversation.

Sunny grasped both side of his head, hyperventilating at the ultimate dilemma he was dealt. As he dropped to his knees his befriended twin dropped off him, waving good bye sensing he should be left alone. Frustrated, he punched the concrete floor with the sound of a crack of thunder, leaving a smoking, poisonous, irradiated, smoldering crater about the size of his fist. He sat by Elisaei's side again, lifted her off the floor and cradled her in his arms as he waited for them to move off.

[Yuno]

Eliseai had the first completely peaceful rest of her life since she'd climbed out of the test tube...which is to say, it was one long, painful nightmare filled slumber. Her body was only slightly broken, but her mind was in pieces. She could hear Oscar speaking. From the darkness she ran towards that pausing her mind trying to comprehend what she heard.

"Hey. So you're my designated helpmate."
"Yeah. My number is 1337 but I also go by Elise or E."
"I'm Oscar. But mostly I get called O."
Eliseai smiled across at the boy laying in the hospital bed besides hers. He was leaning over offering her a hand and she smiled her body aching as she stretched to take his hand. He squeezed it firmly, both of them feeling some lessened pain from the sudden mental connection. Both were so astonished they broke apart.

"So what had you in here? You didn't look so well."
"A guy put a blade right in my heart. Doctors say I almost didn't make it. Got a shiny new ticker in here. I guess they had it formed out of some interesting substance. Then they had to implant me like you...so that I guess we could resonate. What about you? What has you on board for this?"
Eliseai hugged her knees looking at him. "I...I couldn't do the killings they wanted anymore. It was this or going to the cell block. I had a bit of a mental breakdown." Oscar grinned across at her, "Guess that explains your loopy hair, Elise". She frowned at this hugging her legs closer. He must have sensed her discomfort at this because he moved to climb out of bed to approach her. A nurse came in at the beeping of the monitors and made it clear they were to continuing resting. Before the drugs pulled them back under Eliseai could hear Oscar say that he hadn't meant to make her feel bad.

Eliseai found the darkness again after this moment and she continued running. She let out a low pitched groan of fear and shuddered slightly her arms flailing slightly and grasping at Sunny.

Then she found herself back in the cell she'd spent those months in. A guard was advancing at her laughing and calling out orders as if from a menu. "Blond. Big lips, Green eyes, big tits and a nice rump." Eliseai crouched in the corner yelled at him to go away that she wasn't feeling well. Then his hand grabbed her still vibrantly multicolored hair. He screamed for the changes again his free hand throttling her slightly. She cried out as the ordered changes appeared. What followed cause Eliseai to thrash against Sunny small garbled pleas for mercy and help escaping her lips. Then she fell silent, few could imagine the pit of horrors that her mind sank into then.

[t⊗theark]

Sunny saw her evident discomfort, her pulling at the neck of Sunny's recently acquired skin suit. In curiosity and overwhelming concern after she abruptly stopped, he attempted to establish a connection with her, being very conscious to not take any energy from her, in fact to the complete antithesis, hoping Ghost wouldn't notice Sunny going against his advice. He felt being cradled in his own arms, and tried harder. He needed to help, he wanted to help. By this point he could feel her fear. Oh, it was unlike any terror Sunny had experienced before. This fear, however, was accompanied by something tragically familiar - the feeling of being used for nothing but something innate in you. Sunny finally got deeper than even these emotions, they were almost sharing the same consciousness.

The wound on Sunny's left brow had split more now, revealing more of the subcutaneous remnants of the implant trials on him when he was drugged for his time in Facility 666 as an alternative for lobotomy for control. the idea was discarded at the time and no partner was selected.

Sunny seemed to be in a dark place, that's the only way to describe it. It was fear, humiliation and darkness. He called out to her.
"Hello? Are you here? Let me help you! I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you!"

[Esiphas]

Mateus sat Silently in the darkness. Oscar had been more than a match for him, and he knew it. He felt useless. The others didn't trust him, he didn't trust himself to link them together, he couldn't wear armour in case he was weighed down. It was terrible. Sighing aloud, he picked up a Small stone. A stone was a dull peices of nonlivng material. It wouldn't begrudge him anything. For the first time, Mateus truly understood the feeling of pure loneliness.

More out of frustration than anything else, he threw the stone. I soared through the air, and collided with a Dome shaped barrier. The stone bounced off, and a brief crackle of electricity coursed through the air. Mateus walked towards it, to find the Walkers field generator sparking. Walking up to it- for the field generator does not work on people- He knelt down and began to examine it. "I wonder...."

[mantisstalker]

(OOC- I'm starting to grow a bit self conscious now. Does no one really have nothing to say about the files of 62 and 57?)

62 managed a grunt of thanks to Ghost and was about to check on his children before he realized what he had done. He had only know Ghost for a few hours and even then they hadn't had much to do with each other, so why thank him? Why thank him for something as simple as helping him stand up?

"Because its polite silly..." A childish voice rang out causing 62 to nearly slip over in surprise. Quickly shaking his head in an attempt to stop the voice echoing he managed to push what felt like the edges of a growing memory down before it threatened to over take him. There where more important tasks at hand than wallowing in thoughts that for he knew could be fake. At least not at the moment...

Banishing the thought completely now 62 managed to lower himself into a stiff crouch before beckoning the two sets of Twins that had until been keeping a respectful distance from him, as if afraid their presence would cause further harm. As soon as they saw the motion however they wasted no time in bounding over to him with sequels of joy, even the Pale Twins.

62 responded by giving each a good scratch behind the ear before tentatively reaching down the metal link that connected him to his newest of children. The contact felt alien as with a quick glance 62 quickly determined that even though they where of his creation they where not of his design, being more cunning and logical than innocent and hopeful like the others, it reminded him of something but he couldn't remember what. Never the less they where still his and even though he felt a stronger bond for the eldest pair of Twins he treated both pairs the same.

Once they where satisfied 62 managed to straiten himself up and with unsteady steps make his way over to the body of the Brute before placing a hand on its charred head, trying through the contact to express the magnitude of emotions he felt towards his child. He didn't keep the contact long however as something clawed at the edge of his mind, something he had to dealt with. Bidding the two sets of twins to stay a little away from Sunny and Eliseai who where doing who knew what, but he thought it would be a good idea to keep an eye on them just in case.

Following the quivering emotions of sadness and anger 62 picked his way through the darkness towards where the Stalker lay brooding. It would have to be consoled before it did anything else foolish as if the memories gleaned from the Twins where true then it was asking to throw its life away, something that unsettled 62 greatly. Not only as he felt it was his fault as a father but also because it made him feel like he had failed something else. Something greater than him. Someone important to him.