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"Awwh, the e-freak is crying," One of the guards started to jab at Domani, "What is wrong, you feel empty? Like you're without your moooommmmy?" He snickered at her.

"We called her, she said to keep you. You freak! She said she doesn't want a freak daughter like you. Freak-Crybaby." The other guard lied through her teeth, but spoke as if she meant it.

"Of course not, who wants something like THAT? Ah, I know. There's some nice scientific circles out there. . ."

The two guards went on like that for a good, long time. They fluctuated between laughing at Domani's responses and being out right verbally abusive to her.

The likely would have gone on longer, except another man peeked in to relieve the woman and he yelled at the other to get out on his rounds. He stopped to look at this Domani. He shook his head, "It's a crying shame that there are genes out there that turn people bad. A crying shame," he muttered.


OOC: Just let me know if you want to answer or not. I'm thinking she's here a few days and gets similar treatment the whole time. If you'd LIKE to, you can move the RP to where she's getting "transported" from their to another facility. . . better equipped to handle freaks.

The guard had to ask Domani what she meant by that comment - it'd been such awhile since anyone had spoken. Then he shook his head, "Don't you know? There is scientific evidence that having evolved powers makes one insane, crazy, evil. Why, my own brother, who had been gentle as a lamb---" He shook his head, giving her a sad look like maybe she had some sort of terminal illness, "A crying shame." He muttered.


OOC: short, because I know you're on now and we can reply at a decent pace with each other. wink Once again, you can skip to them transporting at anytime you want, or I will eventually.

"Insanity is easily measured." The man answered casually, "Evil is not entirely subjective. There are, afterall, universal measures of what is and what is not acceptable." He sighed, that pitying look never leaving his face, "Not that I expect you to understand such a concept." The poor child!

It wasn't long before someone above the guard walked in. It was time to take Domani out, "Well then, we have a new home for you. Come along, don't give us any trouble, freak!"

"They'll try to make you better." The other guard suggested as he pulled out his gun and pointed it at her to help escort her to the truck.

Several guns blasted at the same time, one bullet piercing Domani's leg, causing her to lose that entire leg and fall to the ground. The other ones barely missed her, slamming into the truck.

"Stop! Stop!" The head guard shouted, raising his hands to have his men stop firing. It did, and the chaos and shouts died down a bit, everyone glaring and staring warily at Domani.

The head guard was crouching down with Domani now and shot her a look of -- that could not possibly concern-- of something while he motioned for a medic to come over.

"Take care of the wound. We can't have the kid dying."

"What? Boss!" One of the guards protested to his care.

"I refuse to have someone die on my watch," the head rose to his feet, addressing his men coolly. "If you wish to take the blame for it, then be my guest."

"The freak tried to ESCAPE, sir!" The guard pointed out.

"And we got her." The head guard countered, "She's learned her lesson and is certainly unable to try again. This is enough. We will not be able to justify any additional damage. And now get your a** into your position really soon before I get mad." His eyes narrowed at the threat.

The guard stiffened and glared before he saluted and hurried off.

"All of ya, to your places!" The head guard ordered and then turned back to the medic, even as his men went to do just that.

"She ready for travel?" he grunted.

The medic nodded. "Yessir." He took Domani's arm, and the headguard took the other. Together they roughly hauled up Domani and carried her into the car, where two officers handcuffed her AND cuffed her ankles together.

"Don't try again," one of the guards growled angrily at Domani. "Next time I won't miss, you freak," he hissed into her face.

The van had started to drive and had been driving for nearly forty minutes, although time would probably seem much longer for poor, injured Domani. After nearly forty minutes, the van stopped and commotion could be heard. The doors to the back of the van were pulled open and the head guard stood there, glaring at the one guard that had remained to keep a watch on Domani. The only things he HAD been doing were to insult Domani, over and over and then, amazingly enough, had started to make lewd suggestions, stating what HE'd like to do to freak girls such as herself and.... well, when the van jolted to a sudden stop, the guard had jumped to his feet, his gun drawn and pointed at the door. He didn't have to worry about Domani much, because she was still chained up and immobile.

When the van doors opened and the head guard stood there, the guard lowered the gun and frowned against the light of day. It had been DARK in the van. "Boss, what's--?" He couldn't get much further, because at that point, the head guard at raised his gun and shot the guard straight through the head. It seemed to be the sign for an all out gunfight, because outside, the guards could be heard yelling and shouting while they empties their guns onto unknown assailants.

The head guard jumped in and easily navigated past the corpse to stand in front of Domani. The entire figure rippled and shimmered and then the appearance of the head guard seemed to melt away, only to be replaced by that of a young and spunky girl. She was grinning broadly and two silver teeth, as well as studded diamond could be spotted. Her short hair was purple and stood up in spikes.

"Ciao," she smiled, Mi chiamo Elisa. Come sta?" she questioned, before bending down to take the keys from the dead guy's belt. She took her time while taking off the shackles and chains on Domani, the sounds of gunfire, which had been strong at first, had lessened by now and were over by the time she had her completely untied. "Avere bisogno di aiuto?" She asked, concerned, and motioned to Domani's leg.

By that time a man had appeared in the doorway and tisked. Yep, it was the very same guy that approached Domani earlier. His attitude was still obvious. Pure American punk. "Take your time, Elisa, we've all day, you know," he scoffed, hopping into the van.

"She is injured," Elisa protested. Her English was very accented, revealing she hadn't been speaking for very long alhough her grammar appeared quite good.

"What have you been DOING?" He exclaimed, looking Domani over. "Geez kid, ever tried taking care of yourself?" he scoffed.

Elisa looked scandalised and already opened her mouth to protest.

"Nah, save it, kid. The cops are already coming." The guy waved her protests away and then scooped Domani up into her arms, not heeding whatever she might say or protest. He continued out of the van, closely followed by Elisa and approached another guy that had been waiting a bit impatiently. This one was absolutely gorgeous, nicely tanned, dark black hair and eyes and a blinding smile, which he showed off all too gladly when the three approached.

"Ah, ciao! Come va?" He motioned to Domani.

"No time, let's just go!" The guy sounded frustrated as he put Domani into the backseat of the car, none too gently, and then hopped behind the wheel. The pretty guy shot him and Domani a questioning look, but he seemed to understand when he saw her leg.

Elisa still looked insulted as she hopped into the car and muttered a rude word against the first guy.

"Diego said you speak English?" she asked Domani, still with a clear accent.

"When Diego said they had taken you we tried to get you out sooner, but it's really hard to break into the holding facilities," Elisa apoligised. "I'm sorry."

"Peh," the American guy called out, "It's not as if she would have appreciated it either way, ungrateful--" he trailed off, muttering something not too flattering.

Elisa looked even more insulted now started yelling at the guy in rapid Italian.

"Whatever, kid," he growled. "Just shut up and tend to the girl."

Elisa huffed and pulled back, glaring at the driver's seat. Pretty boy had turned around too. "Hello, I am Lothario," he smiled that pretty, bright, white-toothed smile at Domani again. His accent was even heavier than that of Elisa's.

"We'll be going to Lothario's grandmothers farm," Elisa added.

Lothario nodded. "We will be safe there. And you can recover," he smiled confidently.

"No, not really," Diego told her dryly, "As a matter of fact, kid, why don't you shut up and attempt to act GRATEFUL. We're risking our lives for you and you don't seem to appreciate it much," he glared at Domani through the rearview mirror even as he revved up the car. "No problem really. We'll toss you out, if you'd prefer that," he challenged her, eyes seeking hers once more through the rearview mirror.

Lothario just sighed and rolled his eyes and then reached out to the steering wheel to correct their course. They just skimmed past a tree.

Elisa wasn't saying anything now and looked from Diego to Domani, eyes closely guarded from expression.