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Tulith crossed his arms over his chest, and raised a eyebrow towards her. In a slightly sarcastic voice he says

"Cause I'm in the Internet Video business. Ya know, the ones about people randomly beatin the tar outta other random people, and I was wondering if ah could get a interview with ya lot."

He grimaces and uncross's his arms, scorn now in his voice.

"Why'ya think? Its a Citizien thing ya know? If those in charge aint going to look after us, who is? Just want to know if ya just a group of thugs, or iffin you got a good reason fer this."

Talith chuckles and shakes his head, a half-smile now on his face as he crossess his arms over his chest again.
"Tellin ya what to do? I aint never done that. Only times I tell a person what ta do is when theys doing something wrong, and then I usually say something like 'lay down' with my fists."
He raises a eyebrow towards the cold one.
"What? Got something against squirrels? Its cause of the nuts isnt it? Hey, If they mean that much to ya, Ill give you as much you want. Heck, I dont need any more for the winter."
His voice had a joking sound to it, though he was getting more and more interested in the matter, and now he was smiling fully. Try and diffus the situation. Father wont be to happy if he heard you had to put some people into ribbons because you couldnt keep your big tail outta other peoples business.
"Family matters eh? Musta been something pretty bad to require something like this." He didnt appear to be ready to move off any time soon.

((Sickle's caught up by chriserony's inactivity. Bleh.))

Super had decided to not talk to the newcomer, but instead went over the reasons of why he was beating on Moonshot. I don't know if I'd do the same treatment to Bullet directly, but regardless, both of them usually want to kill me, so you can't expect me to just stand around and say, "HEY LOOKZ, A UNCONSCIOUS BULLET! WOOT!" And walk off.

Her breath burned in her chest, as if every ragged gasp was trying to hurt her, slow her down so that the Demons could get her. Those horrible people in the white lab coats, their tubes that they would suspend her in, the horribly painfull poking and proding. Running through a alleyway, crashing into a trashcan and falling to the side, she had the wind knocked out of her. As she lays there, panting, memories flood back...


She was getting lead along by a human...his name....his name....it was a blur. But as she looked up, he smiled down and his warm and kind face lead her to belive that he would never hurt her. His voice was kind and soft, like a fathers or a grandfathers.
"Now, dont worry. I know these people, and all they want to do is help..."
That man...a friend...a good friend. He had raised her. The building that they where heading to was large and impossing, made of steel and glass. Security guards stood outside. She felt her fear rising up, and found herself clutching his leg, her badly deformed arm clutcihng tightly. This time his voice seemed drawn, as if he was in pain.

"Now, there is no need to be afraid!" Leaning down, he attmepted to pry her freakish arm from his legs, but couldnt.
"Darling...its begining to hurt."
She whimpered and quickly let go, feeling horrible. Then another man...the Boss in White stepped up. He had a severe look to his face, and she didnt like him. His voice was stern and uncaring.
"This the specimen? Took your sweet time."
The man, her friend, grimaced and shook her head.
"Shes a case alright. About 3rd stage. What you wanted right?"
The Man in White looked down, and the smile hhe had on his face held no comfort for her.
"Ya, thats right..."
Then something had hit her from behind.

Lying there, she could hear the sounds of tires screeching as their Security Vehicle rounded a corner. No matter how much she ran, that thing always caught her. The sound of its engines brought up other memories.

She was laying on a table, strapped down, gagged while mean in bloody coats stood around her. They had injected her with a drug that prevented her from moving...but allowed her to feel everything. They where performing surgery on her arm, trying to see what made it tick. She could hear the sound of machinery in the background as she heard a saw click on. Eyes wide, she watched its serrated, rapidly rotating blade head towards her arm, but she could nether scream, nor move because of the drug. The next hour was spent with the sounds of flesh and bone being ripped as the Men in White watched as the Arm defended itself as best as it could, regrowning wounds, solidifying, even once melting the saw, recording as the molten metal dripped into the wound. She was screaming...but only in her mind.

Fatigue gripped her limbs, but terror was even stronger. Picking herself up, she stumbled along, wondering just how farther she could go. They barely fed her, just enough to keep her alive. To prevent something like this from happening. Turning a corner, she felt like screaming once again, but lack of any kind of energy kept her panting. There, ahead, was More Security people, and a man in white. Her friend, the one who brought her to that horrible place.
"Dang...she got farther this time. Good thing the Tracker is still in her arm."

Behind her, she heard footsteps as her followers caught up. The man stepped forward, hands raised towards her in suplication.


"Please...we just want to help. We dont want to hurt you."

This time, she could see the lie in his eyes. It fueleed her anger, and gave her energy, strength. Her voice was a tortured whisper.
"Lies...dirty bad lies." She sounded like a child still. She was brought in at the age of 4. She was 16 now. And now she knew the truth of it. He had never been her friends.

The arm...its essence picked up on the rising anger and hatred, and used it to fuel her body. Standing up straight, she suddenyl got her wind back. The confusion at this was only surmounted by the fact that maybe...just maybe...she could do something about the one who raised her and betrayed her. But then she was tackled from behind.

Screaming and kicking and flailing about, she felt dispair cover her as her newfound strength seemed to die away. She heard the men yelling, but couldnt understand. Her mind was withdrawing again, to get away from the Pain, the horrible nightmare her life had become. Then His face swam into her vision, a needle in his hand. The Muscle Suppresent needle.
"Bad girl! The Demon is controlling you, fight!"
She went suddenly still, and glared up at him with all her renewed anger and hatred.
"Its not in control.....Nobody will ever control me again." Then she felt IT. A power beyond anything that she had ever known. It was coursing through her body, through every vein...coming from her arm. Screaming loudly once again, she desperatly grabbed aold of that power, and in a flash of fire, it was over. Around her lay little more then ash piles, the walls scorched, metal slagged. The power coursed through her, and she wanted more. She could see it now. Nobody would ever again hurt her. She could kill them all, destroy them and their Labs She would-

With a gasp, she came to, the Demon Essense grip on her mind gone. Looking about, she spotted the pile of ash that used to be her best friend...the one she thought she could trust. Tears rise up, for though the pain of betrayl was strong, the pain of having lost someone important was even worse. Sobbing uncontrollably, she stumbles back out of the alleyway, past the vehicles, and into the streets, unaware of the fact that she was stumbling down to the area that the others where at.

In a flash, the green hedgehog was on his feet, the sword Koatica shining in his hand as it absorbed the black energy. "Temper, Moonshock. I don't want Sparky getting into any more trouble thanks to you." This, of course, was referring to all her fights with Moonshot - Sparky always ended up getting the cuts, bruises, and scars when she didn't deserve a thing. "Can't have you blowing up random civilians. If I recall, thats what streetlamps were for."

Super looked at the newcomer cooly, before returning to his spot on the curb. "It's none of you concern, just know you can't take it and if you ever touch it, it's cold steel will only be felt only for a moment. Your last moment." Super warned. The means and sacrifices he made to obtain this weapon was something Super had never even spoken to Sparky about. The mere mention of it's origins always resulted in Super leaving the area.

Kairi had been playing pokemon intently, but looked up when she heard the noise the others were making. Her eyes were white and pupiless. She was looking directly at the Squirrle. Sighing, she said to Super, "This loser isn't a threat, Super, he's just annoying."
She knew when she used the powers she had gained from Haden, Sickle always got creeped out. She was taking advantage of him not being here to use her powers to look at the essance of things and the souls of people instead of the actual objects. "His aura is a rather boring color. Sort of blue..."

He briefly looked over at her with a grimace. Whatever she was seeing would be the shielding emplaced upon her by the one who had cloned him, created him and 'programmed' just bout every aspect of his being, designing to hide what he really was until the mental override command was given to kill his own father.

But of course, he doesnt say anything out loud. Nor does he really know anything about that. Blissfully unaware.

"Cheerfull bunch." He shrugs. "Loser? Naaah. Just takes a bit geting used to." He didnt seem even the least bit bothered by what she said.