Inclement emotions.-{Closed}

[Lillian Culter]

Place: Atlanta. Military base.
Date: November 8th.

Lillian wrapped her arms around her knees and hugged them close to her. Curled in a ball she sat on the cot in her room and stared at the wall opposite her. Her deep green eyes showed no emotion and no interest in the various small toys scattered on her floor. They hadn’t been played with since the day she got them. They had been given to her in hopes to calm her down. They had little effect.

Her sandy blonde hair fell past her shoulders and shifted as she leaned forward to rest her chin on her arms. She didn’t know how many days she had been there. Her room had no windows and since it was impossible for the staff to turn off her lights without her losing control she had lost all concept of night and day. She ate when she was brought food and slept when she was tired regardless of what time of day it was. The scientists had placed a clock in her room to try and help her regain her sense of time but it was a useless effort. She had long since forgotten how to read a clock. The ticking eventually started to annoy her and was fried by a lightning bolt one day when a new trainee disregarded the note on her case file when it said not to turn off her lights.

The door to her room opened and the small girl’s head turned as two men in white coats appeared at her door. No sooner had one of them crossed the threshold of the door the girl threw herself backwards and the gust of wind slammed the door shut. Lillian continued to move backwards until her back reached the wall behind her. She wrapped her arms around her knees again and held them as close to her as she could.

Her eyes were wide and panicked and she kept a watchful eye on the door through the strands of her hair that had fallen in her face. The wind had kept up and was keeping the door shut. All the toys on the ground had shifted when the wind started and were now being pressed against the shut door. After a few minutes the winds subsided as the girl finally started to tire from having to maintain them. The men forced the door open flinging the toys across the room. Despite their gentle words Lillian still whimpered as they came closer to her and wrapped herself even tighter into a ball, burying her face in her folded arms.

The toys on the ground started to swirl and lift into the air as the men came closer to her. One of them slammed into the face of the taller doctor, the force nearly knocking him to the ground. As he cursed and tried to fend off the flying toys the other doctor produced a shot from his pocket and quickly prepped the needle. “Hurry it up will you!?” the taller man grumbled as he batted away a flying doll. Reaching out with his free hand, the doctor roughly grabbed Lillian’s arm and pulled it close to administrator the shot. As he did the winds picked up violently and the toys were thrown against the walls, shattering against whatever they hit. The man quickly jabbed the needle into the girl arms and pushed the anesthetic in.

Almost instantly the drugs took effect. The winds died and the fragments of the toys that remains clattered to the ground. With a quick look of relief at each other the taller man came forward and gathered the girl up in his arms. They had left a stretcher outside the room. It had now been pushed down the hall thanks to the winds that shut the door. He brought her over to it, ignoring the occasional question from a patient in a nearby room, and laid her body down on the stretcher. He strapped her down to it as the other man came up behind him and waiting at the head of the stretcher for his partner to finish.

He navigated the unconscious Lillian through several corridors until he came to a medical examination room. His partner opened the door to let the stretcher be pushed in and waited by the door while the doctor arranged the stretcher in the room. The doctor reached over on both sides of the stretcher and flipped the latches to allow him to bring the top half of the stretcher up so she was in a more seated position. After he had made sure the latches were once again secure he made his way over to an intercom on the wall. “Sir, the subject in question has been brought to exam room 25. The anesthetic drugs are still in effect and will wear off in half an hour. She’ll be ready for examination then.”

[hassaway]

He sat comfortably at his desk, hands folded, carefully reading over the report he'd laid out on the desk. The monthy budget reports were always so tedious, but he'd be damned if he delegated them to someone else. His station demanded the utmost discipline, and he would give it.

Then his intercom buzzed.

“Sir, the subject in question has been brought to exam room 25. The anesthetic drugs are still in effect and will wear off in half an hour. She’ll be ready for examination then.”

A wide smile crossed his face. They'd worked quickly. It usually took at least 2 more minutes to secure the little girl. He'd keep this in mind when the next employee evaluation came around.

Depressing a button on his desk, he spoke, "Very good, Doctor. I'll be in to see her shortly." and waited.

"Yes, sir." the empty air responded.

Closing the budget report with a flourish, he began to prepare for a little chat with their most temperamental guest. Bringing up his monitor, he double-checked her profile and gazed coolly at her picture. Such a pretty little face, but her eyes...

"Such.. dead eyes..." he murmured. The image on the screen said nothing in response. "Well, Lilly, let's get this show on the road. Today, we decide if you live... or die."

As he stood, Hassaway's wide smile grew, revealing most of the pearly teeth in his head.

[Lillian Culter]

Lillian, dear come help me in the kitchen.....why don't you go play with the other children....pay attention in class....why don't you want to color anymore.....i'm making your favorite cookies Lillian....is Cait bothering you....you're such a dog Benton, hit her again....

Lillian jerked awake up with a scream as the last voice rang out in shrill contrast to the kind gentle words that had been drifting in her head. Blood rushed to her head and she tried to reach up to hold her head only to find that her arms couldn't move.

Panicked she pulled against her restraints, screaming through her teeth. The over head light flickered softly as she struggled but the drugs weren't out of her system yet and her power wasn't reacting to her distress, which only made her more distressed. Even more frantically now she jerked and struggled against the straps but to no avail. Feeling lightheaded from the exertion her body slumped and her head lolled to the side completely limp. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs. Water from the overhead sprinklers dripped to the floor and the sound of the drips were the only sound in the room to accompany her soft sobs.

Her head remained cast to the side as the door opened and she didn't even bother to look up to see who had entered the room.

[hassaway]

It seemed she'd worked herself into a frenzy and begun crying, he observed. The dripping sprinklers said as much - she'd done this before. Her outbursts were frequent unless she was handle just so, and her emotional state was practically non-existent, considering a state implied she felt a specific kind of emotion for any length of time. She was a wildfire, a hurricane. She lashed out and screamed at just about anything, her powers uncontrolled, whether by her own choice or subconsciously.

This did not bode well for her.

Taking note of the room's state, Hassaway quietly sat in the simple folding chair beside the gurney, trying to put on his best comforting smile as he spoke softly.

"Hello, little one. It seems you're rather upset. Care to tell me why?"

[Lillian Culter]

Lillian's head did not move. The only sign that showed she had heard the man speaking was that her eyes shifted to look sideways at him. As a drop of water hit her face she looked upward. There was a sprinkler head right above her and it was dripping water on her face. Keeping her eyes on the sprinkler she moved her head to the other shoulder before looking back down at him.

Her green eyes searched his face for a few moments and for a moment she looked as if she was going to say something. Her mouth opened a little bit before her eyes narrowed and the lights started flickering a little more frequently. "You're not a doctor" she said softly but her voice carried a sharp tone. Gradually her facial expression shifted from suspicion to fear and the temperature in the room started to drop as she spoke again. "Who...who are you."

[hassaway]

Hassaway's eyes closed at a sudden wave of nostalgia. Some time ago that very same question had been asked of him, albeit by a woman much older than this little one. Those were very different circumstances, however.

His smile frozen in place, Hassaway opened his eyes again and gave his softest, most comforting look to the little girl before him.

"Well, my name is Mr. Brindle. You can call me Hassaway, though, if you'd like."

He paused. This seemed an inadequate introduction, he thought.

"You could say I'm the person in charge in this place, though most of the people here have their own directions. Still, if I say something goes, that's the way it is."

[Lillian Culter]

Lillian began to fidget as he talked. Her eyes glancing around the room, to rest back on Hassaway, then roam around the room some more.

"Hassaway..." she muttered. Her eyes fixed on his face again and she almost seemed to ponder the name for a moment. Pulling against her restraints a bit she looked over at him. "If, you're in charge, you can let me go, right?" she said as she looked down at the straps holding her down. "You can let me go" she repeated softly as her movements became more frantic against the bonds. "I don't like this..." she muttered.

Memories of another time she had uttered those words flooded through her mind. She could almost feel the dirt scraping along her back as she was dragged across the backyard of the Orphanage. Benton's larger body on top of hers, Cait's shrill voice egging him on. The light above her head shattered sending a shower of glass to the ground. A bolt of electricity shot down from the broken light fixture to the floor leaving a black charred mark where it hit. The temperature in the room dropped dramatically for an instant before rising back up slowly as Lillian continued to pull against the restraints. "Please, please I don't like it..." she muttered her eyes looking up pleadingly at Hassaway.

[hassaway]

Hassaway's smile faded slowly as she struggled, her quiet pleas falling flat n the empty room. The dripping of the water had stopped, and the only sound was that of her sobbing.

Hassaway's face became sympathetic even as he coldly listed off the laundry list of problems he'd memorized:

-Repeated attempts at assault of personnel and other subjects
-Repeated emotional outbursts
-Repeated loss of control over metahuman abilities
-3 recorded cases of escape attempt
-5 suspected cases of escape attempt
-Unwillingness to comply with Ministry guidelines and tests

Even now, her uncontrolled emotions were threatening to burst out and eradicate everything in the room. He did not miss the sudden chill in the air. Even sedated, she could bring noticeable change to her surroundings.

Dangerous. Very dangerous.

Even so, he wore the mask flawlessly as he gently reached out to pat the subject's head.

"I'm sorry, little one, but I'm afraid that will not be happening. You hold great power, Lillian, and while you could one day do great things with it, right now you are very dangerous to everyone around you. We must keep you here until you learn control or you are deemed too dangerous and costly to be contained."

[Lillian Culter]

Lillian froze as the man reached forward and touched her head. Her eyes were wide and she stared downward at her feet. Silently tears continued streaming down her face and she closed her eyes tightly as her hands slowly balled into tiny fists. "I can be good...just' she murmured as she pulled once more fruitlessly against the straps. "Just let me GO!" her voice rose in a crescendo until she had screamed. As she did water sprang from the sprinklers and the broken light fixture crackled as it sent several bolts of lightning to the walls leaving dark marks and cracks where they hit. The wind picked up violently for a moment scattering everything in the room in what seemed like a quick instant.

The episode hardly lasted a minute and once it had calmed down Lillian's head slumped forward as she passed out, exhaustion from fighting against the restraints and the medication finally beating her out.

[hassaway]

Hassaway stood slowly from his seat, his face frozen in a forced visage of calm. Yet another outburst, he observed, one with little or no provocation. This would not do. Her condition was far too unstable.

This needed to end.

Opening the door, he stepped through as the technicians went in to retrieve her. The doctor in charge walked up to him and cringed at his drenched state.

"Sir? ...Are you-"

"She is far too unstable. There is no other recourse available."

"...Termination?"

"Yes."

"Recommended method?"

Hassaway was silent for almost a minute. "It would be a shame to let a perfectly good specimen go to waste despite her final destination."

Hassaway's gaze seemed to shift suddenly. No longer stony, it became something far more dangerous; something far sharper and uncontrolled.

"Dissect her and study it closely."

The doctor was used to working with Hassaway Brindle. He knew well that the "man" was in all ways a horrifying monster, but this... He paled and almost blanched openly at the audacious disregard for human dignity.

Then he found himself slammed against a wall. He was pinned several inches off the ground by his neck, Hassaway's hand wrapped tightly around his throat.

"Problem, Doctor?" Hassaway did not meet the gaze of the older man, but even so his voice would have frozen the man's words on his lips even if he did not have the Doctor's windpipe in a vice grip.

"You looked like you had objections..." The doctor shook his head frantically, choking audibly. "I'm quite sure you did. No?"

Hassaway's smile revealed every tooth in his head.

"Very good."

The Doctor slumped to the floor and breathed deeply as the Minister walked away, back to his office. The budget report needed looking over.

[Roxanne Beauchamp]

The room was mostly dark save for the dim early morning sun filtering in through the window. With that light it was clear to see that the room was sparse yet cluttered. Across the floor lay a faded carpet, mostly likely placed there for isolation purposes for it served little purpose as decoration. Wooden frame canvases were scattered across the floor and leaning up against the walls. Some were still blank, their white faces reflecting on the sunlight while others shows paintings and sketches in varies degrees of development. On top of a small wooden dresser that was tucked away in a corner of the room was a multitude of paint tubes of all different colors as well as several piles of paintbrushes. From the tilt of the walls it was obvious that this room hadn’t meant to be a room for people to live in. The ceiling was very low and not perfectly perpendicular to the ground but slanted downward. By most practical guesses it had probably served the previous owners as an attic. The light illuminated, with a muted glow, a bed tucked away in a corner and a petite form bundled in the white blankets. The only thing truly visible of Roxanne was her dark hair since it was in stark contrast to her pale face and sheets. She took a couple of deep breaths in her sleep and the bundle of blankets shifted a bit before settling back down as her breathing returned the slower deep rhythm of Non-REM sleep.

As she was just getting settled her breathing quickened and her body gave a few jerks as she slept. Slowly the jerks became more violent and her breathing more irregular. Her arm flung out in her sleep slamming her hand against the wall beside her but the pain did not wake her. To anyone on the outside, it would appear as if she was having a night terror. Her body jerked violent accompanied by a few muttered whimpers and her breathing was irregular, sometimes coming in gasps. Roxanne could have told you though that was she was experiencing was actually part of her power. The visions she experienced while asleep were much more vivid than the ones she had while awake. This was because while she was asleep her entire consciousness could easily slip past the barrier into her sub conscious. She was thrown into the actual vision as it was happening. Often times she had the same vision over again over the course of a few hours of the night. Each time was from a different perspective and gave her a different look at the events taking place. It was the only time that she could actually see a clear picture of what was going to happen.

As the vision started to end Roxanne sat up in bed with a shout of alarm. Panting slightly she started to kick the blankets off of her and nearly fell off the bed as her legs tangled themselves in the sheets. She managed to free herself and crawled over to an empty canvas. Not even bothering with paint she grabbed a nearby sharper marker and uncapped it with her teeth. Leaving the cap in her mouth she quickly drew the felt tip across the canvas. Her eyes blurred several times as she worked but she stubbornly blinked them away.

Once she had finished her light amber eyes widened and she let the picture fall to the ground. Looking a little close she noticed she had draw several pictures on the same page. In all of them was a little girl and a man. The little girl’s face was oddly familiar and the Man’s was too much so. Hassaway. He had been the man in charge of overseeing the research on her own ability. She didn’t think back very fondly on the events that took place while she was in the government facility. The tests, the experiments, pushing her powers to their limits to see how far she could go with them, it wasn’t a pleasant thing to think about. And this man had been at the forefront of it all. As she looked closer at the young girl the terrified face she still couldn’t figure what was so familiar about it. Looking over the rest of the drawing her face lost all color. The girl was strapped to a table and medial scientists stood all around her. The girl’s body was flayed open and being carefully examined by the medical staff. It looked like an autopsy; except something wasn’t right. As Roxanne looked closer she noticed what was off; the young girl was still alive.

She nearly lost the contents of her stomach. Frantically she picked the Canvas back up and laid her head against the wall behind her, slipping back into her subconscious as she concentrated on the events she had already seen. Her hand moved, seemingly of it’s own accord, and Roxanne jerked back awake. Scribbled there on the canvas was an address and she recognized it as one of the military institutes in town. Also there was tomorrow date labeled “Termination date” out next to the address. If Roxanne had the time, she could have broken into the facility and gotten the girl out, but she didn’t have that kind of time right now. Nor did she have the man power to go in there herself. She knew someone who might though.

Grabbing a robe as she ran downstairs she wrapped it around herself as she quickly moved behind her counter. Pulling open a draw behind the counter of her shop she began to dig through the contents until she found what she was looking for; a slip of paper with a hand scribbled number on it. It was the number Kuro had left her if she needed to get in contact with him. While she hated to ask this of him, she didn’t really have any other choice. Dialing the number into the phone she bounced impatiently on her toes waiting for him to pick up.

She nearly jumped hearing someone pick up on the other end.


Kuro: Hello?
Roxie: Kuro? Kuro this is Roxanne.
Kuro: Oh hey whats up?
Roxie: -slighty frantic- Actually quite a bit. You wouldn't happen to be...anywhere NEAR Atlanta still, would you?
Kuro: Um, right this second I am in Alabama dealing with a small situation, I can be in the area in about a few hours if I get a car why whats up?
Roxie: -muttering-alabama...I was just woken up because of a vision and...it's a small girl. She's being held in a Military Facility here in the city and he's there with her...Desole, je suis decousue. They are going to kill her, i think she's a user, and i don't really know what going on, but i do know that they are going disect her while she's still alive, Kuro. -soft sob- I can't do anything, i don't have enough time, the date is set for tomorrow.
Roxie: I hate to ask this of you, but is there anything you could do. I don't really know anyone else i could call...
Kuro: Calm down missy, I can get there as soon as possible. I'll head there as soon as I can. I'm still kinda stuck here, but I have a very close friend that is actually in Atlanta right now. I'll give him a call and have him meet you at the shop. Jut relax he will make sure everything is taken care of. I'll Head there soon as I can. I promise everything is going to be ok.
Roxie: -deep sigh- D'accord, ok thank you. I'll wait for your friend then...
Kuro: I'll call you when I get into the town, his name is Hiiro. He is well you will see. Just make sure you explain to him what he needs to do and hewill make it happen.
Roxie: -unsure- ok...please hurry though.
Kuro: I'll be there as soon as I can, I just have something to take care of here and I'll head that way.
Roxie: Merci, erm, thank you Kuro.
Kuro: No worries ma'am. Take care of yourself. Hiiro is a a good guy he will take care of you I promise
Roxie: It's not me i'm worried about...but i understand. See you soon i hope.
Kuro: See you soon

Roxanne hung the phone up and sighed a deep breath. It felt like she had been holding it in for a while and looking down at her attire decided she would need to change before she had any company. Making her way back up the stairs she quickly changed into a comfortable black skirt and deep green long sleeved shirt. Standing there barefoot in her room she contemplated the picture that lay abandoned on her floor.

[Hiiro Yazuki]

"Are you serious, man, I was on vacation." A man said sighing deeply, his face covered in the hood from his jacket. "Alright, you oh me on this one, and so help me I am not in the mood for a fight." sighing again. The man began walking, he wore a brown leather jacket with a cloth hood on over his head, dark blue jeans and black boots. As he began walking the streets he hung his head and flipped his phone shut and tucked it into his pocked.

He came in front of a chocolate shop, "This is the place I guess." he said pushing on the door, "Of course its fricken locked." He placed his palm on the lock and push his energy in blasting the lock out, "Hey women, names Hiiro, I'm looking for Roxie?" he shouted into the building the door slamming into the wall.

[Roxanne Beauchamp]

Roxanne jumped hearing a small blast from downstairs and the clanging of metal on the ground. She froze as the door hit the wall and looked back down the stairs with a puzzled expression "Am i being robbed..." she thought for a moment before she heard a man shout that he was Hiiro and that he was looking for Roxanne. Well that was her.

Grabbing some small black shoes she slipped them on as she made her way down the stairs. Appearing in the room she looked over at her door which now had no lock mechanism at all and the inside door hand was stuck in the sheet rock of the wall. "Ce qui vous a fait!" she exclaimed as she starting looking around the floor for the lock mechanism. "Sorry, excuse my french, you know it's common courtesy to knock and then wait to be answered in most parts of the world." her voice lowered to that she was muttering to herself "Kuro could have warned me he was sending a mad man to help me..." she bend down as she found the lock and picked it up looking it over to see if it was too damaged to be used again.

[Hiiro Yazuki]

"Blah blah blah, Courtesy" Hiiro waved his hands some in the air, she wasn't a bad looking chick, but he assumed it was Kuro's woman at this point. "Name's Hiiro I am sure Kuro told you I was on my way over?" he said, "I would have thought you would have left the door unlocked but whatever the past is the past right?" he looked over at one of the tables and nodded to it as to sit.

As he walked over to the table the grabbed on the chairs spinning it around and dropping his weight into it resting his arms on the back and his chin on top of them. He let out a large yawn, "Alright missy how about you tell me all your problems and we will see if I can make them go away?" Hiiro said with somewhat of a sarcastic undertone. He was typically in a better mood but he hadn't slept all to much lately and he was suppose to be relaxing right now.

[Roxanne Beauchamp]

Roxanne looked over the lock at him with an raised eyebrow. "I wasn't expecting you so soon" she muttered just loud enough for him to hear before placing the lock on the counter and running her hand through her dark hair with a sigh. "Un minute sil vous plait" she commented as she pivoted on her heel, turning to head back up the stairs. "I'll be there in a second" she yelled down realizing half way up the stairs that she had spoken in French. It was a bad habit of hers. She was more comfortable with her native language than she was English. So, naturally, when she wasn't feeling comfortable, she slipped into French. It occurred to her as she was running up the stairs that this was happening more and more frequently as of late.

As she reached the top of the stairs she grabbed her painting and proceeded to run back down to the display room. Holding the painting behind her she approached the table Hiiro was sitting at sheepishly. "I don't know how much Kuro told you so I suppose I had might as well tell you everything. I can see the future, sort of, it more like experiencing the future...it's somewhat hard to explain. In short I can predict the future and draw iy out, like so" she pulled the painting around and placed in on the table facing him, holding it steady with one hand on top of the canvas."These "visions" are sometimes something I can't control and I one this morning of this"she looked down with a worried expression at the scene depicted.

The body of a young girl could be easily seen and she was strapped down to a medical examination table as several figures in white coats worked around her. Her skin had been pulled back and her intestines moved about and some of them removed. The room around her was in complete chaos. As if a tornado had struck. Other than the state of the room it looked like a usual autopsy. A closer look at the girls body reveled something horrifying. Her body was contorted in pain and her back was arched so sharply it looked painful. The face was twisted in a painful expression and her mouth open in a silent scream; she was alive.

"This girl, I don't know who she is, but this is happening to her tomorrow at a military facility near here, and I...I won't let it happen." she drumming her fingers on the canvas nervously "I don't fair well with confrontations, so I called Kuro, to ask him to help, but he seems otherwise occupied, and so...here we are..." she looked over at him with mixed emotions of hope and uncertainty twisted in her face.