Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 8, 2012 15:40:06 GMT -5
Rae had snuck into the Cambridge Specialist Centre for Science. It was a two floors warehouse that was built like something of a prison, once you get past the perfectly charming receptionist of course. The receptionist was small, slight but unfortunate looking. She wore a business suit and thick rimmed glasses that made her look more masculine than a woman should. To Rae she looked like a pre-op transvestite, and there was a hint of a six-o’clock shadow around her lips. The receptionist, it appeared, had not been first in the queue when the Gods were giving out brains either. She hadn’t even asked to see the fake laminate that Rae had conjured on her computer.
She was allowed into the main research area without much of a second glance, and Rae wandered down through the small cells, her eyes scanning passed each of the people within them. This was a research facility, one her father had helped set-up. Her mind referred back to ‘The Case File’ momentarily and she remembered with something of a bitterness in her throat the details of experiments her father and people like her father had conducted on so-called ‘creatures’. Rae was torn between hating the experiments and hating the daemons and her loyalties felt split between her head and her heart.
Dressed to look the role, Rae wore flared grey pin-stripe trousers. She’d chosen them out of the catalogue because of the baby pink the pinstripe that seemed to subtly match her rainbow hair. She wore heeled, black boots and had coupled this with a light pink cashmere sweater. Rae had even acquired a pair of false glasses, like something used for dress up, they had a thin black frame and effortlessly made her look older. Rae had bought her garb using the credit card she had found (amongst other things) in her father’s safe. It was nice to have a few luxuries again, though she wasn’t naive enough to believe they would last. It wouldn’t be too long before she would be forced to move on again. It would be best for her to find out as much as she could, in order to be best prepared for when that moment arose.
Rae’s click-clacking of her heels on the concrete floor came to a stop as her honey-comb eyes caught sight of a young girl. A child, merely nine or ten, sat in one of the prison cells. She looked harmless, sweet and frightened. Rae’s keen eyes flickered to the chart there; the scrawled writing barely visible. Unthinkingly she approached the cell a little, touching her finger tips to the thick bars. Almost instantly she regretted it, the child flung forwards; eyes like fire, spitting. Rae stumbled back.
Her heart beat heavily in her ears as she found herself panting in absolute shock. Her fingers pressed to her chest, feeling the soft material under her palm as she waited for the rapid ‘boom – boom’ of her heart to slow once more. Rae wet her lips, tenderly. Even the children of this world were feral. How did she expect to survive in this? How did she expect to avenge her family when a small child frightened her out of her wits?
She sighed to herself, tucked her hair (it was in a long ‘Lara Croft’ style plait down between her shoulder blades) back over the curve of her shoulder and picked up her pace once more. Wandering down the corridor, stopping, occasionally to read the notes beside some of the prison cells, Rae decided she was going to throw this darker side of the world wide open. It was time to make her mark, and that wouldn’t be best done, hidden the shadows of her families past.
Post by Soren O'Conan on Nov 8, 2012 17:39:55 GMT -5
Soren felt out of sorts. He walked this hall with a bad taste in his mouth, nearly wincing every time one of his combat boots clacked against the floor. Reaching into one pocket, he took out a piece of gum and popped it into his mouth, leaving the wrapper on the floor. Usually, he hated messes and those who deliberately created him, but here he made an exception. Looking around at all the poor people caged up made him want to set them all free, but that would be foolishness.
Chewing the piece of gum quelled his anxiety and helped Soren focus on the task at hand. He was here to learn what he could and search for any redeeming qualities in this facility. He hadnt even had to ask what would be done if he gave a negative report of the place. Soren had simply accepted the retainer and boarded the next flight to the UK. It had been child's play to fool the receptionist with his false credentials and none had bothered him since. Now here he was, fighting the rising bile in his throat at the sight of people in cages as if they were lab rats. Sure, many were supernaturals, all that he had seen so far were in fact, but supernaturals were people and what was going on here was wrong. But the fact that they also had children caged made him gnash his teeth.
Decided he had seen enough, Soren turned back to leave and after a few moments of walking he saw a woman with multicolored hair standing in front of a cage that held a little girl. He paused a moment, considering his options and fearing that she would look, see him, and realize he did not belong. After several seconds he became aware that he was staring and Soren apologized with a stutter "M-my apologies..."
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 9, 2012 15:04:52 GMT -5
She nearly stumbled into him; Rae blinked at the man that came towards her. She wet her lips and smiled at him anxiously. She had no right to be there; what if he worked here and noticed that she wasn’t supposed to be here. Her mind quickly raced so many questions; what should she say if he asked? What should she do? Should she just run? Could she outrun him?
These thoughts were needless, they were pointless; the man who approached her had not accused her of anything yet- Rae was getting a head of herself. She needed to return to her calm inner person, maybe she needed to find a Yoga class now she was back in London; perhaps it would help her relax?
Wetting her lips, she flushed. Her cheeks pink as he apologised. He didn’t need to apologise to her, he had done nothing that she could conceive as ‘wrong’. Or maybe he had? She looked at him a little longer now, running her eyes over his frame, over the chisel of his jaw and the way his eyes darted suspiciously about him. Maybe he didn’t belong here either? He wasn’t wearing a uniform and he didn’t look…well…boring enough to be a scientist.
Rae wet her lips and momentarily tested her theory.
She spoke, in her gentle way, her voice almost shy. “It’s a pity huh?” she murmured and glanced back at the girl in the cage. The child who was clearly a monster, who had attacked her so aggressively, snapping at the bars like a diseased animal, glared back at Rae with red and blackened eyes. “I mean, she’s just a little girl.”
She pushed her fake glasses up her nose a little, and prepared herself to give an excuse should he jump on her words in any way that could be deemed aggressive. Rae knew instantly that she would simply smile and apologise, should he be offended by her calling an animal a small child and offer the excuse that her aunt had just had a baby. That she couldn’t imagine her aunt’s child to be locked away like this. It would be a good story to use should the backup be required.
She suspected it wouldn’t. She was sure she could practically see pity in his eyes.
Post by Soren O'Conan on Nov 11, 2012 16:57:31 GMT -5
As he watched, Soren felt as if he could see a million thoughts flash behind those brown eyes. Was she beginning to suspect he did not belong here? he worried to himself. Blue eyes glanced about nervously. If he was found out then things could potentially turn into a bloodbath in the event they attempted to stop him from escaping.
Soren studied the young woman, as if trying to read her mind. He rubbed his palms with the tip of his fingers, until realization began to dawn. This girl, she did not belong here either. In fact, she looked more worried and nervous than he did, wetting her lips with an anxious smile. When she looked at the violent little girl in the cage so near and commented, Soren felt sure of the conclusion he had come to. She sounded much too sensitive for someone who worked there and did not seem to possess the callousness of one who experimented on children.
Eyeing her carefully, Soren responded "Just a little girl..." he looked into hate filled eyes and recognized the stolen innocence "Poor girl, what have they done to you, to make you hate us so?" reaching forward, Soren read the tag attached to the young girls cage.
Subject 237, age 9, species daemon, it read followed by a number of other things. Soren's jaw clenched at this. Subject 237, they did not even allow her a name. She was an animal to them. Right at that moment, Soren realized that when he left this facility, if he left it at all, this little girl would not be left behind. "237.." Soren spoke in his most calming voice "Do you have a name, little one?" he asked the little girl in the cage. Her tag had not read bred in captivity like some of the others. This little girl had once had a family, a home, a name... All gone.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 12, 2012 13:32:05 GMT -5
Rae-star looked back to the child in the catch, following his gaze as it happened to fall there too. Unlike him, Rae dared not go closer to the bars of the cage; she did not want to be attacked and could think of better things to do than have her fingers bitten off by some craze-inflicted children. Why was she here? Well that was simple enough; she was curious and unlike a flea ridden cat who ought to know better Rae’s curiosity was something she always felt the need to feed; like a hungry cannibal, her curiosity needed fresh meat.
She watched him for a long moment as he spoke so gently to the girl. That was interesting, but it further confirmed her belief that he didn’t belong here. Why was he here then? What was his purpose? Could it possibly be for the same reason as her? The reason she had snuck into the building in the first place was to investigate the truth. ‘The Casefile’; given to her by her Uncle, detailed some horrific experiments conducted on so-called ‘creatures’. Rae needed to see for herself; she needed to make a decision. Currently she was torn between hating the cruelty and hating the creatures.
Pushing the thought from her mind she cleared her throat softly. This child was a daemon; Rae was not supposed to like daemons. They had killed her family. She should look onto this child with hatred and anger, she should look onto the child with ruthless eyes-the ruthless eyes of a hunter- and she should put a bullet in her head. Rae had her gun in her handbag; she could easily put an end to the creature’s misery, it would be quick.
“She’s so small.” Rae whispered, voice barely auditable over the sound of the pale, blonde girl spitting and snarling angrily. “Did this happen to her here?” She asked him, naïve, innocent and her eyes begging for some answers. He had as much right to be here as she did; she didn’t feel the need to hide that.
Post by Soren O'Conan on Nov 22, 2012 3:10:57 GMT -5
((I apologize for the lateness of my post))
The small girl continued to growl and roar at him, spittle splattering the bars she gripped with enough force to leave indents from her fingers. Soren frowned slightly and turned from the girl. Looking at the woman levelly, Soren replied "This place, these people, have done this to her. Obviously." he pursed his lips and wondered what he should do. "Do you truly believe a child could be born like this?"
The girl had gone feral, it was unlikely that she could be pulled back to rationality from her current state of mind. His employer could do it... But the sight, no, the knowledge of the girl and what had been done to her, what was being done here, would likely cause him to fly off the handle.
Soren sighed "I really need to get going.." he glanced back at the girl "But i cant just leave her here..." torn, he shifted slightly, unsure of what to do. This was supposed to be a recon mission of sorts. But right now it was nearly all Soren could do to resist burning it all down, to not just let the flames out from where they seethed and feed them the world.
Soren exhaled. This wasnt him. It was rare that he felt pushed to violence, and he refused to lose control.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 28, 2012 13:43:46 GMT -5
Rae had not thought of that. She had, in her misguided way, assumed that creatures were born as creatures and those that were twisted and damaged and chaotic were only the same less fortunates as there were less fortunates in all societies. Heck, if the girl had been a puppy and not a human child she would have been the runt of the litter and drowned at birth. The mere thought that the scientists here could've have driven this small child in such a feral frenzy was an uncomfortable thought. It was a thought that set her teeth on edge. There was pity in her dark eyes as she looked upon the toddler now. For a moment, she just let the snarling and spitting become background ambience as her mind reeled in disgust.
"You don't work here, do you?" She asked gently, glancing up at him now. He was taller than her, and his eyes were like piercing glaciers. She wet her cherry lips slowly and then added; "you said they, not we" Rae mentioned in her gentle way, a faint blush glistening on her cheeks as she felt the embarrassment of stating the obvious. "I-uh-"
He was anxious to leave. But Rae wanted to know more, she wanted to thrust herself deeper into the shadows of this world, she wanted to spiral out of control and feel the absolute unjudgmental chaos of blinding power and then she wanted to strip it all away, born anew in a fresh understanding. "I won't tell." She said, thoughtfully, "about you being here...I don't belong here either...and neither does she."
What was she saying? Had sympathy led to the total deconstruction of her intellect? "But you have already decided that" she added, "haven't you...?" She left her sentence hanging, waiting for some form of introduction. Well, they were both frauds after all, they may as well be polite to each other.
Post by Soren O'Conan on Nov 29, 2012 17:02:12 GMT -5
Soren blinked. Had he given himself away so easily? He had, obviously. No matter, security was lax and the girl had all but blatantly admitted that she was also an intruder. Soren looked her over briefly, deciding after a moments appraisal that she was little threat. If she had intended to call for guards, doubtless she would have done so by now. Her body had not the look of one toughened in battle, but few fought with their bare hands anymore. He doubted she would use a gun on him, close as they were he could easily get too close for her to make good use of one.
Shaking his head, Soren replied "I could never work in a place such as this, with people who would treat children in such a way." his voice was tinged with pain as he recalled his own experiences as a child. He looked her in the eyes and spoke simply "Neither do you. Belong here, that is." It was not a question, merely a statement of fact. He turned back to the girl and took a round metal ball from his pocket and held his hand in front of him, palm up.
"Its too late for her. They have broken her mind, with their drugs and their tortures. I cannot leave her here for Him to find." As he spoke, on tear fell from the corner of his eye and Soren blinked as if surprised for a moment before smiling. This was not a task he relished, but if not him, then some other would do it. At least it would be painless for the girl this way. Soren blew slightly into his palm, sending the metal ball flying quickly towards the little girl, right between her hate filled eyes, and out through the back of her head. She fell to the floor, giving a slight twitch before the snarling expression on her face turned softer, giving the illusion that she was at peace.
The moisture on his face from the tear bubbled away and evaporated as he grimaced. Soren eyed the girl levelly. "I suppose I should be going now."
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 30, 2012 13:50:45 GMT -5
Rae had snuck into the Cambridge Specialist Centre for Science, a two floor building come prison for the immortal creatures of the world. She had done this to gather information on the types of creatures in the world that were not mentioned in her father’s casebook. She had not come here to see a little girl have, what can only be described as a bullet, put through her head.
Already she had learnt a valuable lesson. It was a dog eat dog world. Here, in this facility, there were hundreds of cages; all beings that had been caught by the government, possibly even as children, and raised here- studied upon in order to give the very few humans who knew about the super-natural world some sort of upper hand. She had learnt that the people, the scientists here were cruel and heartless people; though this was a general assumption based on the actions of a little girl locked in a cage. Rae could not forget that the little child had tried to bite her…that same child lay dead. She was killed, not by one of the humans but; by one of her own kind. It was a dog eat dog world.
Her sympathy for the small child had destroyed her ability to think logically and now it all came racing back. The child was a runt; in the natural circle of life she was weak. After all, she had been captured in the first place and raised in captivity. She was lost in insanity, feral and lacking in any social or conventional behaviours- this inability to communicate with others was yet another weakness. But perhaps most haunting was the fact the little girl had not defended herself as the little glob of metal pushed through her head and into her skull.
Rae appraised the man next to her. Tall, slender with sharp facial features; he had sparkling blue eyes that seemed to swirl and dance with magic. He was clearly an anxious person, but she had misjudged him as kind. Surely there was always a rescue? Surely it was not the right thing to do to ‘put the child down’, particularly so painfully. There were other ways, weren’t there? She thought she heard pain in his voice, she thought she heard regret, but were these as fake as his reason to be here? She though….well Rae had thought he might be trying to break someone out…maybe even the girl. Now she was beginning to doubt everything she had come to believe.
She wet her lips, slowly running her tongue over the plush pink skin as she watched him thoughtfully. It was never too late. Rae believed that. A hunter she may be but she believed all life sacred. She believed that things mattered, had purposes and reasons. She could not understand a reason for this happening.
I cannot leave her here for Him to find
The words rattled through Rae’s skull and she looked at him, nervously as she asked. “Who?”
She frowned a little adding; “You could’ve rescued her, you’re one of them too…you should have done more…you shouldn’t have killed her like that…”
Post by Soren O'Conan on Dec 2, 2012 21:06:25 GMT -5
A surprised look on his face, Soren looked at the girl, his mouth slightly agape. "One of them? What is that supposed to mean, exactly?" He asked her, bright blue eyes seeming to flare suddenly. Soren did not appreciate the accusatory tone in the girl's voice. "There was nothing i could have done but put her out of her misery." He crossed his arms, offended that she would even think he was capable of killing a child were that not the best option.
At her question of who he referred to, Soren licked his suddenly dry lips. He had never mentioned the name of his patron to another before and was uncertain as to whether or not he should. "He is.." he searched his mind for a specific answer that would satisfy the girl without mentioning a name but gave up "Solemn Creed." Soren told her soberly, eyes cast downward.
A clean white flame went over the girl's small body, cleansing it and reducing her slight frame to ash. This he accomplished without even turning from the girl who spoke to him. "He would destroy this entire facility, such a rage he would be thrown into by such a sight. And what if he lost control and destroyed this entire country? But the people who work here, no, them he would keep for centuries, drawing out their suffering until he felt justice had been done. All for one little girl."
Soren cast one baleful gaze about him, taking in the entire place, adding quietly "I am merely here to observe and act if necessary."
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 3, 2012 13:59:17 GMT -5
Rae did not mince her words; “A supernatural.”
The paused, drawing her eyes away from the little girl’s body, from the trick of blood that smattered the floor of her cage now; a cage that had been so full of life and anger and fierce feral rage was now still and calm and deadly. It was time to get out of here. Time to get out of here before someone realised the girl was dead, before someone connected the dots and realised there was someone here who had no right to be here.
The day had had so much potential, it needed was for her to meet someone who was willing to impart a few pearls of wisdom, all it had needed was for her to keep her head down and talk gently to a scientist and she was sure she could have learnt more here. Now, after his euthanasia her research here was over. If an alarm sounded she would be lucky to make it out of here alive, and then it would have all been for nothing.
“We need to leave.” She said, finally, tucking strands of pink hair behind her ear. “We need to get out of here before someone realises that you should not be walking the corridors but behind the cage doors. We need to-“
She paused, glancing around her; “Go.” She finished eyes carefully on the corridor of cage doors. There was more she wanted from this facility, was she angry at him for spoiling that? Or was she, goodness forbid, generally concerned about him getting out of here? Rae could not decide if he had done the right thing, she could not decide if she believed his fear and shame and his act of remorse. She found him difficult to read, and while curious to know more, she was also very apprehensive.
But she knew the name of the person he talked about so awkwardly. Creed; there couldn’t be that many coincidences in the world could there? That reason alone was enough reason to get out of this man’s company, quickly.
Post by Soren O'Conan on Dec 3, 2012 16:50:45 GMT -5
Soren looked at the girl, a slightly amused glint in his eyes. Leaving exactly what he had been attempting to do for several moments, delayed by this girl's questions to which surely she was clever enough to have figured out on her own. Of course, better to cure one of ignorance than to allow them to sink deeper into a lie they had likely been raised on. Best to lance such infection before the person themself were beyond saving.
His thoughts went back to the little girl. What he'd done sickened him, yes, but he would do it again. A thousand times over if he had to. Soren's claim to intelligence was truthfully one of the only things that had ever set him apart from others. To lose his mind.. Such a thing would be better. Yes, death was a mercy when one no longer had a say within their own shell of a body.
As he began to walk down the hall in the direction of the exit, Soren called out behind himself to the girl "And no, I am not a 'supernatural' as you call it." His next words he pondered carefully before saying "I am merely a man. One of the few learned to turn from the within, to the without."
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 5, 2012 16:15:55 GMT -5
((Wasn’t sure if you were trying to end this post or not? So I thought I’d make things more interesting for us Though admittedly, this is not my greatest post in the world…I blame the cold.))
He turned and walked away and she was left frowning.
The frown deepened as around her alarm bells started to ring. Rae knew it would come, she knew it could not last forever; the perfect peace between snooping and spying that she had developed was instantly shattered by the sounds of the alarms. She assumed in that instant that someone had seen what he had done; or someone had realised the girl was no longer a moving feral beast within her cage. Rae assumed that this was not the time to be stood staring at the cage frowning.
She kicked off her heels, not use to wearing them let alone running in them, and picked them up, holding them by the thin high heels between fore-finger and thumb. For a moment, as she glanced at them, she realised what perfect weapons her heels could make if sharpened into a spike. She imagined that stabbing her heel through someone’s chest, with enough force could do more than enough damage.
The facility started to lock down, and Rae just about made it into the corridor before the door shut; of course all of the interim doors slammed and bolted too. The alarm still ringing, aggressively.
Towards her, down the corridor came four armoured guards, carrying machine guns. Rae turned away from them, trying to coolly walk away like she dealt with this situation every day. Ahead of her, she saw the boy again…sorry, the man who learned to turn from within to without-whatever the hell that meant.
Though admittedly, this is not my greatest post in the world…I blame the cold.))