Facility 666

[Esiphas]

Mateus cringed, hearing the guards screams as the stalker made its Kill. Three shots ricocheted off of walls as the other guard tried to shot it with his pistol, but he was silenced too. I'd say I agree with Prometheus, but I can't see in the dark. And no foot ensue Sunny, but I don't exactly trust your Glowy powers, considering what you did earlier. Moving forward, and peeking round the corner, Mateus watched as the stalker moved back to Prometheus. Beckoning the others to follow, he walked forwards, following the corridor To the next corner. looking around, One guard at he end stood, carbine raised and ready. He was standing in front of some sort of Airlock, marked 'Barracks V"

[t⊗theark]

(ooc - this is sorta happening along side the previous post)

Sunny flinched at the distant ricochets.

"No way Corpsey," he said, without looking at Prometheus, "And if that's your only plan then I'm not doing it. I'm sorry Corpsey but I'm out of juice - another EMP like before will put me to sleep. I need food - electro-magnetic radio energy doesn't come from no where and I'm not into eating other people" He voice rose a bit.

Mateus beamed his message and Sunny responded as they followed one of the larger cerabites down the hall.
"Well I'm no good as a night light either - I'm trying to suppress my output to conserve what energy I have that and keep it underwraps now so I don't lose control when I need to del wi-" He stopped himself but decided to come out.
"I was sedated on and off for nearly two months, mostly on opioids. I've off the stuff for a while now and the next 12 or so hours will be me going through withdrawal." His hand began to shiver a bit "I can't be reactive while I'm in pain so I can't help you for a while."

One guard at he end stood, carbine raised and ready. He was standing in front of some sort of Airlock, marked 'Barracks V'

[Edzilla]

72s vision became blurry in the dark as his eyes realigned into infra-red, giving him a colourless night vision.
Looking across them all, Ghost seemed to make a decision, fingers making crude calculations as he judged distances. The guard wasn't aware of them yet, that might give him one. After that it was case of how fast he could run.
He gave the others a collective look, the usual lack of humanity, as he swallowed an ibuprofen, then steadied himself momentarily.

He set off at a run. Without sense of grace, a slight wobble in his step. The guard heard , desperately yelling "who's there!"
A burst of light lit up the corridor as the guard began to fire. Ghost kept running, each shot hitting the wall behind him, bullets passing through him like he was made of aether.
With a train like force, his fist came round, connecting with the mans jaw. Another harsh sound, the man staggered backwards, the punch wasn't enough to lose consciousness, but it had made him drop the carbine. The man retaliated throwing a blind punch, striking Ghosts cheek. Ghost weathered it, as the next one came, it found nothing, the fist just slipping through. The man looked up in horror, Ghost stared back emptily.
Feeling dazed himself, Ghost threw him to the ground. The man looked in horror as his carbine sat in the spectres hands, one more flash. Shots had connected with his throat and torso, the last thing he ever saw was the glassy countenance of Ghost's eyes.
Ghost turned to the others before dropping to the ground, coughing a harsh grating cough. The fit lasted a few seconds yet it felt like hours to 72. He finally sucked in breath sounding usually hoarse, feeling liked he'd swallowed ash.
He stood back up, a splash of blood on the ground, same as the taste in his mouth. No suprises...
The carbine seemed useless, having been emptied by the guard, so it was dropped as Ghost focused on the the door. Then sparing a look back to the others, seeming to communicate "get over here."

[Esiphas]

Mateus shrugged and slipped down the corridors. The other prisoners were stirring, and beginning to yell, demanding release from there cells- or at least, most of them were. A few subjects were in sorrier states than the others, such alone lady, who appeared to be half melted, and had bugs moving across her skin, or another, a man with spikes growing and retracting all over his body. The Unstables. Experiments so uncontrollable the guards have just stopped feeding them. Only problem is, some are sturdier than most. Mateus looked over at the door. Ready to keep moving?

[mantisstalker]

62 ignored Ghost at the door and simply plodded over to the guards corpse and began to feed, the stalker keeping a watch over him as he did so. After he was done 62 proceeded to make another stalker that sat beside its brother before 62 gestured to the door, acknowledging he was ready to go. As he waited the stalkers made several excited clicking noises from within their throats, eager to gather more fuel for their fathers growing family.

[t⊗theark]

Sunny had regained himself a bit, he had got a grip and seemed to jolt awake a bit. His shakes seemed to recede a little. His hunger had become raging at this point, even with him putting out as little electro magnetic energy as possible.

He smelt chicken, and 'saw' a chicken chunks pouch from a box that was dropped labeled 'US ARMY FIELD RATION K'. Sunny left Eliseai's side to go over to the body and grab the rations that fell from a pouch on his belt. He fumbled the wrapping open and took a greedy bite; before he knew it it was gone. He gobbled down an Italian pocket sandwich with equal abandon. He stuffed the tortillas & hot sauce, Cinnamon & brown sugar toaster pastry, peanut butter and crackers into his pants pocket, and asked to the rest of the group.
"You can have some if you want." he said with a smirk over his shoulder, his mouth still half full. Now he had something to eat, his aura became visible for a second in a pale blue glow as a Geiger counter, also on the guard's belt whined briefly before returning to a few clicks - his body quickly gaining to fuel it needs for its radio output. The click's increased as Sunny reached for it and hung it off his belt
"Call it insurance" he mumbled to himself. He then rose and faced Mateus' form, his body language looking impatient.
"What?" said Sunny, wiping his mouth with the collar of his shirt.

Now filled, he then moved on with the group, the clicks of the Geiger counter in the foreground of the prisoner's wails

[Yuno]

Eliseai watched the two ate to restore their depleted energy. She wasn't very hungry, the only perk of being her was that it was rare she had been without food. Even though it was clear the Captain had detested her for being a subject, something in him still had tried to woo her affections as a lover...which happened to include making certain she was well fed.

She shook her head at Sunny when he offered some of his food, she'd eaten only hours before, a nice square meal of red meat and apples with white bread. She looked in at the other subjects and shuddered.

"Should we release them too?" she said walking towards a cage and beginning to fiddle with the locking device.

[Edzilla]

Ghost refused the food and wandered down the corridor. Passing Mateus he noticed a young woman, her screams mixing in with the noise of the rest. A roaring fire was burning her to cinders and apparently it had been for months.
She constantly writhed with pain, constant heat, constant pain, no relief.
He stepped up to the bars that held her back. The heat was felt even behind the bars, he couldn't bare to imagine the agony that she endured.
Then she seemed to become aware of him, slowly turning to face the corridor, eye to eye, a painful looking step. It was only when she was at the bars, Ghost could appreciate the blaze. Only in the dark of her bloodshot eyes could he see her anguish, she burned forever, no water could put out the fire. Her existence merely an agony, barely resembling life.
The only thing he could lift from her gaze ,"get away from here, life is not worth living in these cells."

He stepped over to Eliseai, catching her eye with a look which rather bluntly said ,"us or them."

[t⊗theark]

Sunny's view was a lot better, as was his ability to suppress the effects of withdrawal - he needed that feed. The constant clicking of the Geiger counter hanging off his belt let him 'see' around corners, a fuzzy map was painted in his mind, about a 20m radius from him. He began to lead the way down the corridor, looking to the ground, concentrating on the halls of the facility, trying to block out the distortion of the screams of the prisoners. He was so fixated on navigating on this image of his surroundings he went off ahead of the group.

Sunny stopped, facing a blank wall. He heard the clop of a pair combat boots on concrete floors. More than one. three, seven, twelve! 15 men were approaching fast. Before he react and warn the others, a platoon of soldiers, 20 strong, lined up along a either side of a hall to the left of him. The leading two had riot shields, the rest had 12 gauge, automatic shotguns. Sunny lifted hi head in fright but didn't face anything but the wall, he straightened his left arm straight out to the side.

In a flash of red light and a high pitched whine from the Geiger counter as a concentrated, stabilized stream of gamma rays and free neutrons. Weapons sparked, fabrics burst into flames, gore evacuated their bowels and were vomited. The hallway was a carpet of flame and gore, there was a hole in a cell containing a byproduct from 'Project : Healing'. A barely human torso, distorted with tumours with atrophied limbs hanging off it's side, recovering and regenerating from the burn wounds- His heart dropped when he realized what he could have just done!....

With fear, he turned around and tried to 'see' the forms of his fellow escapees! They didn't seem harmed at all, recovering from their flinched positions. With a sigh melting fear into relief. He stumbled back until he was leaning on the wall behind him,
"Wow, I've never been able to do something unidirectional, I haven't done anything other than different sized explosions," he whispered to himself with an emerging smirk. "I can actually aim this now! I can radiate in a concentrated stream! Guys, I can help you without hurting you!" His voice raising to a celebratory yelp.

As the others fearfully approached him, the view of the space around him began to widen again, he could even hear the echos from the ventilation shaft above him.
"Give be a leg up to that vent opening, if there's that many soldiers we might be close to some barracks - probably be a central one for this sector- see if I can hear it from here."

[Yuno]

Eliseai grinned at Sunny although seconds later she felt stupid knowing he couldn't see it. "I'll do you one better sunshine." She cracked her neck to the side and her form shifted to that of a male soldier with burns all over his body and clothing that hung charred. She then assumed a position to boost Sunny up. When he was safely up in the vent she rounded the corner running as fast as what she assumed an injured man would.
She barreled into a barracks of guards that were at the ready.

An excellent actress and gifted by a perfect disguise was the right combo just that moment because she began to babble out in fear about the subjects escaping and one of them having just roasted the battalion and being a survivor. Then she crumpled to the ground begging for help. The soldiers who seconds ago stood at ready moved forward to help.

Questions flew at her from all sides about how many, if they were armed. After begging for a cup of water and receiving it she began to answer some of the questions. "They haven't released the others....they must know how hostile they are. Suddenly a man appeared and leveled a rifle at her and loaded it.

"Step back you idiots."

She watched the soldiers spread out away from her.

"Soldiers, there has been a changeling among them...there is no way to be certain this is really a soldier."

Several soldiers moved to disagree, "No changeling subjects survived. The human form couldn't deal with the chaos and instability...I've seen them melting and dying from seizures."

The man grinned, "One did. I know, I designed her myself." He walked forward turning her head to the side while she attempted to cough and moan for help. Seconds later the rifle hit the side of her head and the form faltered from lack of concentration. All the soldiers spread back weapons ready.

The man knelt down still smiling, "Ahh my truimph yet lives...Do you remember me Changeling?" She had her hands in the air still as he turned her neck to the side revealing her tattooed numerical name.
"No. I've never seen you in my life."

The man shrugged with a grin, "Yes, I suspected as much. The process did damage your memory sections a bit. Still you do look divine. With that foolish Captain gone perhaps now you will be allowed to stay as my companion..." Seconds later she struck lunging forward at the man as he shouted not to shoot.

Eliseai wrestled with him for several moments until he had her well pinned. "Bring some sedatives." he commanded as she struggled under him.

[Esiphas]

Mateus face palmed. How did we neglect to tell the blind one where we were? Gah... Alright. Slipping up ino the air vents, he slithered into the barracks, watching the scene withEllesai and the doctor unfold. Mateus didn't recognise the doctor- it wasn't his. As Ellesai a pinned the doctor, several guards raised their weapons. Mateus dropped from the vent, kicking one to the floor and knocking him out. Right, get moving, or I'll burst your brain cells. Do as she says.

[Edzilla]

OOC- I think the 'doctor' has pinned Eliseai, so it's a slightly different situation.

A brief moment of nothing from 72 was followed by an eye shifting into X-ray, allowing him to see into the barracks from the corridor.
An aching came from his eye, slowly developing into a throbbing pain. He shifted back to normal vision, holding a hand over his eye, it felt wet. He recognised it as blood, the usual consequence.
He changed to the other eye, began to witness the whole situation. Her doctor, they'd finally reunited. All he could remember about his own was pain. Intense pain every time he saw her face, along with that usual psychotic look. Of all the freaks in here, the scientists really took the cake.

He took a step back, readying for a transition. He began to run hard at the wall, becoming intangible the moment they touched, he raced through the solid wall. Coming out into the barracks, he met the doctor with a boot to the face. The man swore with pain, there'd been a lot of force behind that one. Then without hesitation he raised his arms. All weapons pointing at him. If he'd pulled this off...

"Is that 72?" one of them enquired. "Appears so, my friend in W is always (please do not swear) about that one, he needs to die." He gave that one a look of disdain as he stared down the barrel of several rifles. He looked to Mateus, saying , "start them of."

[mantisstalker]

62 watched the action in the barracks play out through the eyes of the Stalker sitting in the vent overlooking the room. With a pang of annoyance he watched the changeling get captured and both Ghost's and Mateus's unsuccessful attempts to rescue her, while Sunny ran off in the wrong direction in the vent system. It looked as if he would have to intervene if they wanted to make it out alive but he was not sure if it was worth the cost of one of his own, but weighing the chances he decided he had to act.

Without so much as a twitch from 62 the all ready bloodied stalker that had been sitting next to him launched its self at the door with a deafening screech, trying to claw its way through the thick steel of the door. How ever this was not done for no reason as when the soldiers where distracted by its brother, the younger stalker dropped down into their mist, crushing one underneath it before starting to hack its way though the squad.

All the time 62 sat mute in front of the door, the two twins on his shoulders with the only sign of life coming from the occasional twitches 62 had whenever his child was injured.

[Esiphas]

Most of the soldiers never managed to raise there weapons. Most of them started screaming, clawing a their eyes or collapsin to the crowned, sheer terror on their faces, and before long their eyes and nose exploded with blood, or they were silenced b the stalkers, until all that were left was the scientist and the escapee groups. Mateus collapsed to the floor, a look of terror on his face too. "I didn't have to do that. I didn't want to. And I could see their nightmares too..." He shivered. "I promised I wouldn't use that power again. I shouldn't... I said I wouldn't..." He was talking normally now, though he didn't even notice, he was already terrified of his own actions, the fear of knowing who he really was and what he sounded like was lost. "Those men..."

[t⊗theark]

Sunny took the most direct route to barracks as he could hear after giving the directions to the others. He decided to go there in case things had gone pair shaped. Mateus had slipped right passed him without so much as a word. 'That's nice of you' he though to himself, crawling along the vents. He heard escalations from the barracks. He feared that Eliseai might have been found out and he rushed there, not concentrating as much of the direction. Before he knew it, the barracks were in fact behind him, he making out the forms a room of soldiers, Mateus, ghost and some man in a lab coat. He also noticed one the Cerabites crouching there too. 'God I hate some of corpsies pets' he though to himself as he turned to make sure it was no behind him. Suddenly, many of those forms dropped to the ground, the writhing made it difficult to 'see' into there.

Sunny clumsily fell out of the vent, the confusing sounds of agony disorientated him - he was as blind as his white-orbed eyes now. He stumbled to his feet, rubbing the shoulder he landed on before popping it back in its socket. The screams were quietening down now, he could see most people in there were in foetal positions on the ground. A couple of them rose to their feet. Sunny's ears were still trying to pin point surfaces around the room. He notices that there was an open door behind him, that yet more people were approaching. Before he realized what was happening, he was on his knees, 2 men either side him holding him there. A 3rd was holding a gun to his head. He referred to the 4th as the Warden who had a dooming bellowing voice.

"You f**king freaks give yourselves up. You better give yourself in unless you want this kid to have a new 9mm hole in his face." Sunny began to glow a bit more. The Warden pointed a glock at Mateus "None of that Sammy boy. I know about you kid. You killed my brother in the North Atlantic. You're failures, DANGEROUS! You need to be locked up, for the greater good."