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Welcome to Gifted, Oxford. Here in the UK, It's much different from the US.
The Gifted are hunted, found, killed, or used for experiments. No Gifted is truly safe. There could possibly only be up to 50 Gifted not found or register yet, out of the 200 hundred in captivity.
In this part of the world, Gifted have fewer places to hide, small towns, and a large city. A barren country side as well. Most of the Gifted here have given up and joined the government. Either to be recruited to hunt their own kind, or sentenced to death, or worse, the Government Metal facility. Two superiors reign over this playing field. And a kind heart looms in the cold and bleak mental home. If you get on the right side Xanthe may help you escape, or the superior could lead you to death....

Sean felt metal clamp coldly down on his hands and wrists as he was dragged upward. His head lolled back as he tried standing on his own. As quickly as the fog had settled, his mind fell straight into focus. Where had I gone? Where was I now?

"Well, ta be perfectly honest wit ye, I could use eh ******** drink."

Testing his bonds, Sean jerked at the restraints to test their metal. He arrived to the conclusion that they were indeed made of some strong material, and that trying to slip out of them would only result in frustration and his wrists rubbed raw to the bone.

"Oi, hands off the locks Nancy Boy. Me minds been up un down like eh yo-yo ever since me feet dragged in here, it has. Now tha the liquors lost its magic, I'm startin to get pissed."

Sean woke up in situations like this before. Handcuffed after a night of drinking in a strange place. Though up till now it was mainly the local police... and once by that nice Catholic girl.

A soft prickle rippled down Sean's spine as the machine whirred to life. He was about to slew a few obscenities, but stopped mid cuss as the hairs on his body prickled up. That only happened when he used his gift. Electricity crackled between his fingers and all at once he felt a surge ripple through his body. His muscle reacted with the electricity, something that had never happened before. His neck twisted to the side as he felt his insides drain down into his hands. Jolting back, his back arched with a sickening pop.

Wailing like a banshee, he could not help but think of the pain and suffering. Why... is this death? Father, why have you forsaken me? A flash of light crossed his eyes. His mouth bit down as he strained against his restraints. The material had weakened a bit due to the heat created by the electricity. They snapped cleanly.

Cursing and gurgling through blood that had pooled in his mouth when he bit his tongue, Sean spat at the ground and shook his fists in front of him. The smell of burning flesh overwhelmed him as the cuffs burned his wrists.

"Jesus Christ! Wha the ******** did ye do?!"

Freed from the contraption, Sean was gathering his bearings. Whatever that machine did it hurt like bloody hell. His hairs no longer stood on end and for some reason he felt like a large chunk of his insides were hollow and empty.

This man was rotten. Inside and out he smelled like acrid sludge. Such ignorance, such pride. Sean quickly grabbed hold of Xanthe by the shoulders. His wrists burned and he mustered what he could to fry him on the spot. A small pulse was sent between his hands, but it was only a small tremor. Barely enough to make the muscles flex in response. A slight shock, almost like licking a battery.

"The good Lord saw fit ta bestow me wit more than divine ligh."

Inside he felt hollow, abandoned. Sean never was the type to let the other man get the last laugh and something about the Nancy Boy irked him to ne end. Arching his head back slightly, he let go of Xanthe's shoulders and drilled his forehead forward in a surprise feint.

"Eh gave me a hard 'ead."

Sean's legs padded heavily on the ground. The cold linoleum stuck to his feet as he lifted them with each step. Everything seemed to move in a haze. Blood dribbled down his chin as his tongue slowly mended itself inside his mouth. Amazing muscle, the fastest regenerating tissue in the body. His wrist cuffs stuck to his skin painfully. He'd have some burn marks for a few days, but if he didn't rub them they would not scar.

Sean resisted the urge to fight back. He had not found the pebble yet to slay Goliath. He hated the arrogance of Xanthe looming over him. Compliance to anyone was a big annoyance to the rowdy Irishman. Holding up his wrist, Sean spoke clearly and plainly without an utterance or slur of syllables.

"... He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death and broke their bands apart."

((Yes we are, it's Xanthe experiment))

Xanthe wondered if the man was still under his spell. He sighed and took the other's hand. "It's best if you don't talk friend...Come down, back to your new home.." He put and arm around the other to rest on his shoulder, pulling him along. "You need to keep your anger down." His smile faded as he took the man away form the room, turning off the lights once more.

((It's understandable. If you've seen Xmen you know what the machine si like. YOu know Masato? He dissapeared form Manhatten, and early transer, by request of Xanthe who knows his power, his power being stealing others powers for a short time. He's using thatpower in his experiments so he can rid the world of gifted.

Following yet? Sean is his new guinea pig..))

((Continuing from the first))