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 Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 8:44 pm
Behind Adela, Schraeder, Finnegan, and Lisha, fighting had suddenly started as the men slipped in from behind. Adela had the pleasure of glancing over her shoulder to notice the impact from some man's fist somehow vaporize one of the Adam-team member's head. His suit-and-tied body collapsed to the ground as Lionel immediately engaged the man, driving him back as quickly as he could.
"Back off from them! Get deeper into the building!" Lizzie roared over the fighting, specifically to the Eves. The Adams were slowly fighting their way in that direction; at least one of them was being dragged. Adela and the rest shifted their direction of attack, attempting to stay clear of the Hosts and clear a way through the agents
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 8:49 pm
"Come on!" Schraeder said to Adela, grabbing her and swinging around with the baton as they went further in.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 8:54 pm
And run Adela did, all the while gripping Schraeder's hand tightly. Seeing a person's head get vaporized shook her. It seemed that no matter how many soldiers they took out, more came at them. Or maybe it was just her overactive imagination at work.
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Clarissa ran as fast as she could to find the Agent. The only reason why she knew she was going in the right direction was the gut pull and fear she felt from him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:08 pm
Schraeder pulled Adela along, trying to get away, but the soldiers were coming from everywhere. There was one ahead of them in a long hall, stun baton ready.
They couldn't go back. This guy was blocking their forward. Schraeder stopped. "I had something I wanted to try," he murmured to Adela. "Just wait here. I'll be right back."
He looked at the enemy in front of him. Then, his head whipped up and he appeared up by the ceiling. After a moment of terrifying vertigo, he began to fall. When he was two feet above the floor, he blinked again -
And appeared right in front of the enemy, arm already swinging for the guy's jaw. The momentum was ridiculous.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:08 pm
With her momentum and the element of surprise-- this soldier had not expected an inexperienced, mutated civilian to charge him-- she hacked through the baton, sliced his right hand clean in half from the pinky knuckle to the inside of his wrist, and nearly split the man in two. As it were, the blades didn't reach the spine or back muscles. The body fell backward, but without abdominal muscles to support him, the soldier's upper half folded forward. This probably would have snapped the man's spinal cord, but Helena's knee struck him in the nose (quite by accident) and reversed the forward movement. At the same time, it knocked the young artist off balance. She fell onto her blades and knees, but quickly scrambled back to her feet and lunged onward for the open doorway. The mysterious power was retreating, and the Essence of God was surging toward it, and she was committed to following it. Thus far it had kept her alive, and she figured now was certainly not a good time to go against it. So out the door she went.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:10 pm
Host-Agent R stood alone in a sun-drenched blacktop landing pad, his back to the facility. The Hosts were coming in behind him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:21 pm
Adela was impressed by Schraeder's move, but she still scolded him. "Don't worry me like that!" Not that she wasn't worried enough already with all the fighting going on. Another guy was coming straight towards them, and so she decided to try her idea out again. "Let me try something," she said. When the guy got close enough, she ducked and did a front flip so that both her feet shot straight down the guy's head. This wasn't enough to stop the guy, so she put got into her jabbing stance. Mmkay. So a tap should hurt them and bruise them badly. She started to lightly jab at the guy's pressure points all the while concentrating on her power.
It seemed to have worked, because the guy didn't get back up. I need more practise. I can't tell if I'm bruising them to no end or if it's just natural strength. If they got out of there alive, she planned on training herself.
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Clarissa ran until she saw Host-Agent R ahead of her. "Hey!" She called out. Once she got close enough, she asked, "We're the same, aren't we? Not exactly, but you know what we are. Please tell me? What are we?" She was desperate for answers. I really hope he doesn't shoot me for coming after him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:30 pm
Helena came alongside Clarissa just a few seconds later, panting heavily. Her question had already been asked, so she was content with remaining silent and awaiting a reply: whether that turned out to be the truth or a gut full of hot lead-- or worse: silence-- was the truly worrisome part. The first two she could handle, and Grissom would prefer the second over never finding out why she'd been given this accursed mutation, but were she to take some time to cool down and mull it over, the young artist would realize she was being a tad bit hasty with her thoughts.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:35 pm
Host-Agent R turned and looked at her icily. She felt a shiver go down her spine. He did not speak until the rest of the Hosts had gathered alongside her.
"Do not confuse us, girl. You are nothing like me. I'm not a failed labrat like you people. The government was right to cancel you."
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:35 pm
Elizabeth looked at the melee, seeing a razor hand slice a soldier's hand off.
"... Oh, hell with this."
She turned and ran outside, putting her arm behind her to defend against any attacks at her back. Running outside, she saw Clarissa facing off with Agent R.
"So much better," she mumbled, coming to a stop a little behind Clarissa.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:38 pm
Helena figured now was her turn. Through labored breaths (she wasn't accustomed to all this running and walking!) she spat out. "Maybe so, but we still want to know why! Why us and why this and why did it stop? Can't you at least give us that much!?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:41 pm
Clarissa shivered, but she kept going. "Please, explain to us what we are. How did we become this way? Why did the government block our memories? Why--" She paused. "Please tell us about ourselves."
She could have been annoying the guy, but she didn't care at that moment. She stepped one step forward. "Why were we chosen to be lab rats?" Honestly, the comment hurt; it reminded her of her family. Heh. I was the failure of my family, and now I find that I'm a failure as a lab rat. But that'll change. I'm going to redeem myself and repent in any way possible. I swear it on my family.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:44 pm
Lance kept up with Clarissa and Helena, doing little but protecting himself - he kept knocking away blows and delivering minor cuts wherever he could, moving out towards where Agent R stood. He stopped a distance away, staying as silent as he could, preparing to move rather than speak.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:47 pm
Host-Agent R seemed surprised, his icy sheer demeanor disrupted for a second.
"You...wait. You don't have your memories back? So then...why are you here? And...who are you? Why are there so many? Who is inside?"
He began to advance menacingly, thought slowly.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 9:49 pm
"We... were drawn here, we don't know why," Elizabeth replied. "We've... we see flashes, nothing that makes sense. Please... what are we?" she asked quietly.
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