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Post by Catalyst on Jul 13, 2009 22:07:44 GMT 4
Sorrow stood where he was while the dove girl picked the lock for the main door to their room. He stretched his legs and arms, it had been so long since he had used hem properly. He then checked his shoulder again. It was only sore if he moved it too much, but it looked bad, and there was a huge rip in his tshirt. He frowned and as he heard the door creaking open, he walked over after the girl. Saying nothing he surveyed the corridor. Empty. It was weird that there was no-one on patrol, not even any whitecoats. Almost too weird. He shrugged off the feeling in his gut that was telling him it was wrong and followed the girl into a room opposite. They weren’t releasing more experiments, were they? If they did, the whitecoats might notice. He stepped into the room and found that it wasn’t a room full of experiments, but full of experiment’s belongings. Sorrow’s eyes almost seemed to glow green, there wasn’t any blackness in them. ‘Joy must be in here’ he thought, and started rummaging through a box of weapons, being careful not to fire any guns or cut him felt with a dagger. When he thought he had searched the whole box and not found Joy his eyes turned a murky green-black colour. He pulled his head up and scanned the room. He saw his leather jacket in a corner on the floor and sadly walked over to it. He bent down, picked it up, and stood up again. He silently walked around the room to search for Joy. He found a black cigarette lighter and stuffed it in his pocket, who knew when he’d have to light a fire, for warmth, or to cook food? He shrugged and got down on his knees, still searching.
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Post by Ash on Jul 13, 2009 23:06:29 GMT 4
Dove moved silently about the room while the boy searched for his own stuff. She couldn't remember what was hers, or what had been hers, she'd been here so long. Reaching a coat rack after the boy found his jacket, Dove searched and found a jacket which looked like it had seen better days but seemed to be the best choice she had here. It was a black, torn and dirty hoodie. She pulled it on over her torn black dress, hoping to warm up soon and ignoring the feel of the material because put simply, she couldn't feel it. After zipping it up as far as she could, Dove stood there shivering, looking around before moving off to search for other things. She found a switchblade knife and tucked it into her right boot, a wallet full of cash which was obviously a whitecoat's who'd left it there or something - experiments never had that much money. She put the wallet in her jeans pocket, cash and everything. Dove decided that to keep safe, she'd remove all cash and stuff from it, buy new stuff and discard the cards and wallet in random places. It might not acheive anything, but hell she'd feel better doing it. The boy seemed to have found other items which he'd be able to use and was currently searching around for something. Dove guessed it was this 'Joy'. Maybe not a hybrid or human then, possibly a toy? No, he looked too grown up for toys. Acted like it too. So what if....? Dove's thoughts trailed off as she started hunting for this mystery object. She became so engrossed in her search that she almost crashed into the boy, but at the last second realised what was happening and spiraled away, loking her balance in the process and falling to the floor. Thankfully, it was pretty quiet. "Sorry........" Dove's apology trailed off as she saw the glint of something metallic in a box under the table next to which she'd landed. She twisted round and shimmied into the small space, mentally freaking out at the enclosed space. Acting as quickly as she could, she yanked the metallic object free and scrambled out from under the table, breathing. Dove had to close her golden brown eyes to calm herself down and slow her heartbeat. Stupid clautrophobia. Eventually she looked down at the object in her hands. It was a gun, polished and clean and looking very well taken care of. But that wasn't the thing that caught her eye. The gun had the word 'Joy' inscribed into it. Now Dove understood. She held the gun out to the boy, still sat on the ground. "Is this what you were looking for?"
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Post by Catalyst on Jul 13, 2009 23:13:39 GMT 4
Sorrow looked over as the girl pulled on a torn, black hoodie. She wasn’t going to get much warmth from that, but he was to overwhelmed with the thought that the whitecoats did something to Joy to care. He pulled on his own jacket ,being careful not to bent his hurt arm too much. The cold leather felt good against the burning pain that surfaced when he pulled his arm into the jacket. He winced for a moment and the began searching again. He was pulling random objects out of a pile on the floor when he felt something beside him, almost touching him. He whirled around and whipped out his wings halfway, before he noticed that the dove girl had fallen to the ground. Normally he would have helped her up, but her attention diverted from him to something under the table. Sorrow was about to continue his search, but then he saw the girl going under the table. What had she seen? He sat beside the table, waiting for her to come back out. When she did, she was holding something silver. Sorrow instantly knew what is was. ’Joy!’ he whispered, still afraid that someone would hear him if he spoke louder. When the girl asked if the gun was what he was looking for he nodded, and carefully took it from her. She was holding it wrong, and he was so protective of his gun. He slotted it carefully back into his gun belt and stood up. ’I have everything I need’ He said, his jade green eyes holding a hint of happiness as he spoke.
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Post by Ash on Jul 13, 2009 23:19:11 GMT 4
Dove nodded as the guy spoke. He had everything he needed then. She cast a glance around the room, spotting nothing she needed. She'd got a hoodie, granted it wasn't going to do much but it was her best option. She'd also picked up a switchblade knife. That would come in handy. Dove couldn't think of anything else she'd need. She'd also got the wallet and money so no clothes or food or anything. Quietly she pulled herself up off the ground to stand beside the boy. "Lets go." The thin girl led the way to the door, the oversized hoodie and her movements showing just how thin she was at that moment. The boy was probably similar in stature due to the lack of decent food and water and stuff that they'd got. She poked her head out of the door and saw nothing. There was definately something up. She loosened her wings just in case, hoping they'd work.
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Post by Catalyst on Jul 14, 2009 0:12:31 GMT 4
‘Lets go‘ the dove girl said. Sorrow nodded and glanced around the room, checking that he hadn’t missed anything that could be of handy. When he decided he hadn’t, he followed the girl, who was already at the door. Sorrow checked the hallway. No-one there. This was too weird. He kept one hand on Joy, ready to pull it out, just in case they ran into an Erasor. He saw the girl loosen her wings, and automatically, he did the same. He began to walk out of the room, but then stopped, realizing he had no idea how to get out of this place. The only time he had ever been through the front door, was a few years back when he was captured, and he had been knocked out by the Erasors that had captured him. He swivelled back to face the dove girl. ’Any idea how to get out of here?’ He asked, his voice full of curiosity, and for the first time since they had began talking, he was speaking normally, not whispering. His green eyes surveyed the corridor for any security cameras or anything moving, but all he saw was the white walls and floor. He grinned slightly at the girl, before turning back around again and peering down the hallway for anything that told them how to get out.
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Post by Ash on Jul 14, 2009 0:15:42 GMT 4
’Any idea how to get out of here?’ As the boy flashed her a grin, Dove found her heart skipping a beat. No. She'd ignore that. Instead, she flashed him a shy smile and looked around. Man her wings felt crap. Some TLC was needed, Dove thought. "Umm... No, but I'm guessing down there." Dove pointed down a corridor, lined with horrible white tiles. "I heard the footsteps going that way when they were locking up, so I guess that might be the way out. If not we can always crash through a window?" She thought that last thought aloud, then realised she'd said it and blushed. Crashing through glass would hurt and would be dangerous, but at least they'd get out. Keeping close to the wall, Dove sidled down the corridor. Everything was quiet. It was almost as if the building itself was holding its breath in anticipation of something that was going to happen. "This feels wrong." Dove muttered, confused.
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Post by Catalyst on Jul 14, 2009 1:30:44 GMT 4
Sorrow turned around as the girl spoke, and seeing her pointing down a corridor, he turned and faced the way. He listened as she explained why she thought that and nodded. He almost laughed as she said about crashing through glass. Not because of what she said, just the way she said it. She sounded embarrassed. He turned his head around to look at her. She was blushing slightly. Sorrow waited until dove started walking, and then he started too, walking just in front of her. ’This feels wrong’ the girl muttered, and Sorrow nodded in agreement. It did, but for the moment there were no Erasors or whitecoats around, and Sorrow was willing to grab the opportunity to escape after letting himself get caught. He continued down the corridor until it broke off into three different passageways. One to the left, one to the right, and one straight on. ‘Which way?’ he thought, biting his lip. If they chose wrong, they could be hours getting out of here. He stole a nervous glance at the cove girl, covering his jade green eyes with his hair.
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Post by Ash on Jul 14, 2009 1:33:54 GMT 4
Dove didn't see the boy nearly laugh at her, she'd turned away. As they started walking, he agreed with her about the feeling. It definately felt wrong. Then they came to a crossroads. Or, cross corridors. ‘Which way?’ That was the question. She stood for about 2 seconds, glancing between each corridor and biting her lip until it bled, before her nerves started to take over. On a wild guess, Dove picked the one to the right - it pointed north. "Right now I'm hoping that one will take us out of here." At that point, she heard a shout behind her. An alarmed shout. One which sounded like the whitecoat who had laughed earlier, followed by frantic footsteps. "nuts!" She muttered, whirling round.
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Post by Catalyst on Jul 14, 2009 2:01:11 GMT 4
Sorrow looked down the corridor on the right hand side after the girl, who's name he remembered, was Dove, had said to go down it. It looked clear. He turned the corner and started walking down when he heard a shout. It sounded male, so it wasn't the girl, but it wasn't him either. Little alarm bells ran inside his head and he instantly thought, fight? Or flight? He ran back around the corner to where Dove was, and saw a whitecoat walking towards them, quickening his pace with every second. 'Flight' Sorrow decided in his head. Who knew how many more whitecoats had decided to stay here overnight. He touched the Dove girls hand for a second, ignoring the feeling of static in his fingers at human touch. He had only touched her to gain her attention, so he let go and started running, hoping she would follow. The corridors were too small for him to spread his wings, so he kept them tight against his back, feeling his shoulder burning as his arm moved. He winced in pain but didn't stop running, looking out for an open door leading to a room with a window. 'Looks like we're going with the girls plan' he thought, remembering that she had suggested it eirlier.
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Post by Ash on Jul 14, 2009 2:12:22 GMT 4
Dove felt another static shock as the boy grasped her hand for a second, then let go and started running down the corridor. She didn't need any encouragement to follow. The dove hybrid girl whirled and started running down the hall after the parrot boy. She kept her wings loose, hoping to come to an escape route soon. Dove had almost caught up with the boy before an Eraser stepped out in front of them, growling. She skidded to a stop, almost stumbling but managing to keep her balance. Looking back, she saw more whitecoats and Erasers thundering towards them. The first one must have sounded the alarm. "d**n. No choice." Dove muttered, just loud enough for the boy to hear. He'd probably be pretty confused about what she was going on about now, but there was no time to explain. Quickly she turned to him. "Whatever happens, just get out that window." Dove told him, her voice wavering slightly. She'd never used this power in this situation before. Checking behind her, the whitecoats and Erasers were still a way back down the corridor. Then in front, the Erasers was still there - growling with saliva dripping from his teeth. She had enough time, at least. Dove closed her eyes, concentrated for a second, then whipped them open swiftly and stared the Eraser in the eye for about 5 seconds. She swayed, watched the Eraser stop, freeze and crumple to the ground. Success. She'd desensitized him completely. No touch, taste, hearing, sight or any other sense would work for him now. After managing to stay upright for about 2 seconds, swaying uneasily and revaling in her small victory, Dove collapsed and blacked out.
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Post by Catalyst on Jul 14, 2009 2:33:25 GMT 4
Sorrow kept running, keeping his green eyes focused on the ground. He heard the girl stop behind him and looked up and saw why. Standing right in front of him was a fully grown, fully morphed, Erasor. His mouth dropped open, he couldn’t stop in time. He ran right into the Erasor, who grabbed at his shirt and almost dropped saliva on him. Sorrow automatically whipped out his wings, but then remembered that h was inside a building and couldn’t fly away. He was about to panic when he heard Dove speak. ’D**n, No choice’ Sorrow tilted his head slightly and looked back at her out of the corner of his eye. ’Whatever happens, just get out of that window.’ She said, sounding worried? Scared? Before Sorrow could decide which, he felt the Erasor crumpling around him. As soon as the Erasors grip was loose enough for him to escape he pulled away. Then the Erasor fell completely to the ground. Sorrow’s heart was beating double time with the adrenaline in his blood as he spun around, only to see Dove falling too. He ran back, surveying her lifeless figure on the ground. She hadn’t been physically hurt, and nether had the Erasor. What had attacked them both was a mystery to him, but he picked Dove carefully off the ground and turned around, running down the corridor again, pursued by the rest of the Erasors and whitecoats that had started pouring in from any door. He ran until his throat felt raw, his lungs aching, and he spotted a door. Open. He ran in, only hoping for it to be empty. It wasn’t. There was a fully morphed Erasor and a whitecoat. He cursed under his breath until he noticed that the whitecoat was holding a gun. He laughed aloud and made the whitecoat aim at the Erasor and shoot, using his power over guns and aim. He then made the whitecoat aim at himself and shoot again. He looked at the two people lying on the floor and didn’t for once feel guilty. ‘That was for Joy’ he thought, and climbed out the open window, which took a while because he was holding Dove. He leaped into the air and unfurled his green, red and blue wings, pushing down hard, and crying out when he felt his shoulder being moved. He gritted his teeth and eventually was high enough so that he could just about make out the whiteoats and Erasors climbing out the window and shouting at them. He looked at the lifeless girl in his arms and again noted her extreme likeness to Joy, turning his eyes dark green, almost black.
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Post by Ash on Jul 14, 2009 2:46:48 GMT 4
Deep in her unconcious state, Dove knew she'd have to explain when she woke up, if the boy was still with her. Hopwfully he'd taken her advice and just pegged it when the Eraser released him - she hadn't seen the Eraser grab him so that had made the situation more desparate. She lay limply in the boy's arms as he flew, barely hearing him cry out in pain. Her chest moved slightly as she breathed, she shouldn't be heavy as she had a more birdlike structure to those of the Flock who had broken out before, being 3% extra bird genes than them.
The whitecoats were angry. Very angry. Two of their best, hell two of their most powerful experiments and as such - their weapons, had just escaped. They didn't know how they'd even gotten out of their cages, until one whitecoat by name of Phil examined the floor where they'd been discovered in the middle of their escape and found a bent and broken paperclip.
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Post by Catalyst on Jul 15, 2009 2:36:32 GMT 4
Sorrow continued flying, his wings beating steadily up and down. He was alright for the moment carrying Dove. She wasn’t heavy, as she was an avian hybrid, but she also hadn’t eaten in so long that she was lighter that she normally would be. He flew for what felt like an hour, but was probably less, before he landed to rest. He was on the outskirts of a small town, so he could go in and scavenge some food, when and if Dove woke up. She was still breathing, so he decided that she was alive, but he didn’t know what had happened to her. She had just collapsed. Sorrow placed her in a sitting position, leaning against a tree in the empty field he had landed in, before climbing onto a low branch to sit down and rest his wings. He pulled his black leather jacket down a bit and checked his shoulder again. It was already starting to look better. It didn’t hurt as much when he moved his shoulder, even though there was a lot of dried blood around it. Nothing a long, hot shower couldn’t handle. He stole a glance at Dove and saw she wasn’t awake yet. Should he be worried? He didn’t know. He decided to wait for a few more minutes to see if she got better or worse, busying himself by fiddling with his ‘J’ necklace.
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Post by Ash on Jul 15, 2009 2:39:02 GMT 4
When Dove woke, she wasn't in the School any more. It also wasn't the smooth waking that most people had after a good night's sleep. Nor had she had a good night's sleep. It was more of the waking from a nightmare, jerking up with a shortage of breath. It took her a while to fully shake the sleep, if that was what it was, from her head and realise she was in a field, lean't against a tree. Well, that was good, unless she had died and gone to bird kid heaven. She couldn't see parrot boy anywhere. The black, torn hoodie she was wearing wasn't that comfy any more, so she decided to ditch it - being outside and all. It would be much nicer to just feel the breeze on her skin and not the rough dirt of the hoodie. Flinging the torn black remains to her left, Dove felt a twinge in her head. A painful twinge. After effects. She groaned quietly and put her head in her hands until it passed. Deciding that since she couldn't see bird boy anywhere, she'd try to stand up, Dove put her hand on the tree trunk and tried to stand. The fresh air felt good, gave her strength and she managed to pull herself up to a standing position, even though she was leaning heavily on the tree for support.
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Post by Catalyst on Jul 16, 2009 15:58:42 GMT 4
Sorrow sighed and lent against the tree trunk. He was tired. Really tired. Which was weird, because he knew that the moon would finish its cycle soon and there would be a night with no moon. He would have to make Dove go asleep somewhere and leave for the night. He never knew what happened on nights when there was no moon, but he knew that he became out of control with a desire to kill. He didn’t want to hurt Dove, then he’d be alone again.
His thoughts were cut off as he heard a quiet groan. Was Dove awake? He jumped off the low branch of the tree, keeping his wings relaxed, and saw her trying to stand up. Her back was to him so he hesitated. She looked like she was having a hard time standing up. What could have attacked her back there that could have drained her so much? He shrugged off the thoughts and walked up behind her silently, placing one hand lightly on her shoulder. He instantly took his hand off, as if she had burned him, and cleared his throat. ’Need some help?’ He asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
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