Scientific guinea pigs or try and control me shame on you

[Shyone68]

Trista Anderson stirred and groaned,rolling over on the small bedin her so called room. Her body ached and she felt as if she had been drained of every vital fluid she had in her body. She sat up slowly and looked around her,once again she had been drugged and god knows what done to her. She had been brought to this "Campus" to be taught how to control her special abilities. She had yet to even had a class on anything.

She was 19 and all her life she had been hard. She was not your normal teenager. She stood 5 foot 5,her long black hair had silver streaks in it,her eyes were two different colors. One dark brown and the other a ice blue. Her parents turned her over to a special institute when she turned 13 and her true abilities showed themselves.

She had been in regular school when the local bully picked on her. She had blacked out and later been told she had lifted him without touching him and tossed him across the room. He lived but wouldnt be able to walk again. Her abilities range from telekenisis to the more milder form of mental telepathy. She had not used it much only during very stressed out times.

She had been shuffled from one institute to another until she had come here. The Institute for Scientific Studies. She was basically a guinea pig and never sure when she would be knocked out and tested on. She rebeled often and that didnt get her far. She was being trained to help her country out. She rolled her eyes at that dramatic title.

Standing she moved to the door and touched the keypad,her palm print activating the door. She moved slowly down the hall passing other so called special people. She rarely talked to anyone and kept to herself. She rubbed her aching head as she entered the dining area and sat down. there was only a few other students there and they ignored her. She looked up when one of the teachers came walking towards her and then sat down.

"Good morning,Trista.Hope you slept well."He began as he set a folder on the table in front of her."Your latests test results were amazing. Your genetic structure is changing more each day. Your becoming more tolerant to certain tranquilizers and drugs."He said smiling like a child at christmas.

Trista now understood why she felt so rough this morning. She glared at him,her powers more docile with the meds they kept changing and giving her. But you could still feel the air stirring around her in her agitation.

"Gee and I thought I had had a wild date last night and just didnt remember it."She snapped at him.She let him continue on but blanked him out as she watched a new arrival fighting the interns taking him to check in.

((okies like before need one male writer who writes more than 2 lines andcan keep the stry flowing..need action,drama,then sex..please pm me )

 

[Shyone68]

*bumps shamelessly

 

[black_howling]

Christian sat in the back of the white van that was taking him to the "Special institution" all the while fighting the restraints that held him in place. He looked down at his wrist, noting how the binds were beginning to rub his wrists raw with all his struggling, and kicked the side of the van i protest. "Dammit!" He screamed at the drivers, as he kicked at the back of the cabin repeatedly, hoping if nothing to just drive them a little crazy before they attempted to do the same to him. That was, until the van stopped, sending him flying head first into the very surface he had been kicking.

Christian lay for a few moments, slow stars spinning in his mind, as the back door to the van opened to reveal the light. He couldn't help but recoil at the brightness, as he scooted back from them, as the muscled orderly came in to grab him. "Hold still.!" The orderly said to Christian, but the man must have been a fool, for there was now way that anyone was going to take him into that place without a fight. He waited patiently until the man peaked his head into the van, and approached him carefully. Christian then, raised up in a quick motion, bringing his bound wrist up beneath the orderly's neck, and raising his arms up rapidly to smash the man's head into the roof of the van above.

The orderly lolled, and cried out in pain as a few shots of blood spurted from the top of his head, and the man's eyes rolled into the back of his skull, before Christian tossed the man out of the back. The man's body flopped to the ground with a sickening thud, and rolled over to glance lifelessly at the others. In truth, Christian didn't know if the man was dead or not, and in truth he didn't care. He scooted toward the back of the van again, the mans blood slightly oozing down his face from where the splashes had sprinkled him with it. The crimson tint to his features only gave the hot headed 19 year old an even more dangerous look, as he kept his wild eyes glancing between the men that were cautiously stepping in to grab him.

Christian wouldn't be herded by anyone, and leaped out at them, gripping one by the neck, and taking him out of the van with him, as his back barely missed the top of the doorway. The two crashed to the ground, where christian rolled over on the man, and sat on his upper back, as he gripped his head tightly in both hands, grabbing fists full of hair as he did. "Anyone move an inch closer, and I'll break his neck!" He screamed at the others, twisting just enough to make the man beneath him cry out in pain, to show them he was serious. THe others backed away carefully, and Christian nodded to them with a dangerous smile crossing his lips, before a sharp stab into his back made his head loll, and his arms drop the man he held so tight.

the man beneath Christian, rolled on top of him in but second, and held the boy there tight to the ground, not letting him move as he flailed with no strength, trying to fight off the feeling that coursed through him. Behind came a voice that said. "Your not supposed to hurt the subjects." The man who spoke had a voice that was calm, and deadly. He wore a white lab coat, had dark black hair, and wore a pair of sleekly framed glasses that held behind it the eyes of a mad man. He walked toward Christian at a soft pace, and knelt down to look at him as he reached his side. "You be a good boy for us, and you'll not receive the tranquilizers as much anymore." The scientist spoke to him as if he were a child, and looked to the others. "Lift him, and take him inside. We need to process him." With that, the scientist stood fluidly, and began to walk toward the door.

A million thoughts coursed through Christians head, as his feet were dragged along the ground while they pulled him by his shoulders. The drugs were taking their effects, and his mind was beginning to wander. He recalled days of his childhood, and how everything seemed so perfect then. His father, and mother always so happy, and always seeming to know the right thing to do. That was, until the coats came. That was when, everything changed. They all changed. He was awoken from his thoughts however, as the strong men pulled in past an doorway, into what smelled like a dining area. He opened his eyes, and searched about, looking for any clue to his whereabouts. His dry mouth indicated he had been out for more than just a few moments, and he wandered slightly what they had already done to him.

"OFF ME!" Christian screamed at one of the interns who were grabbing him by the arm, before slinging the man to the side. the movement had taken it's toll on him however, for he was still quite groggy, and still fighting off the effects of the drugs. "Dammit, what the hell did you do to me." He hissed into the eyes of the one who he had tossed, who merely smirked and said. "Don't worry, the drugs will wear off soon, and as we have said before. If your good, you wont need too many more." The smirk on the man's face made Christian want to break it apart, and he even charged at the man for a moment, but found he hadn't the strength to move too much, and only fell flat on his face in mid motion.

Why me? Christian thought to himself, as he wondered why fate has chosen him to be the odd one. He had been strange before sure, and even had his parents; but why. He knew his ability to mimic the characteristics of animals for a short time, he knew it well. Not that he could control it all the time, in fact he could rarely. It only came out at moments of high desperation, and not only did he take on an animal like strength and speed, but also the aggression of a predator. He looked up at the scientist, his canines growing into fangs as he growled in protest. "Well they were right weren't they, he really is an animal." Said the intern, as he lifted up Christian and pulled him over to a table, where another scientist sat talking to a female.

Christian lolled his head over to the woman, and glanced down her for a moment. It seemed she had been watching the entire exchange, and he just shook his head at her as the man sat him in the chair, and looked toward his college. "You've got to look at this ones genetic structure, it seems his very DNA possesses that of strange animals. AND that's not even one of the more interesting parts, the type of animal is always changing." Spoke the man excitedly as if he was a boy discussing some new toy with a friend. Christian growled in defiance at his words, but found that the drugs only left him enough strength to roll his head at the man as a sign of it.

 

[Shyone68]

Trista watched as the young man struggled and flinched at the mention of tranqs,she had her fair share of them herself.She looked from one lab coated man to the other as they discussed him in front of her. She felt bad for the man and wished she could help him in some way.

She bit her lip and looked quickly to the orderlies. She kept her face relaxed and then looked to the young man. "Please,fighting makes it worse. They like to see pain inflicted."She thought to him quickly knowing she was going to get caught if she lingered in his mind too long.

She broke the contact but kept her eyes on him,hoping he heard her. She jumped when a hand grasped her shoulder. "Now Miss Anderson..what have you been told about thinking to others."The deep voice of "The Doctor brushed over her. She closed her eyes and groaned.

She turned and tried to give him her cutest smile but he was not impressed. He knelt down and grabbed her face in his hand. His face close to hers."I have told you that each time you do that,you have to be punished."He spoke in a deep rumble. He looked up at the orderlies and nodded.

Trista tried to pull free but they had her in a blink of an eye. Her eyes looked around wildly for anything to use. She spied a lunch try ona nearby table and concentrated on it. It shook then rose off the table before flying across the room.The orderly was rwady and ducked. Trista never had another chance before the sharp sting in her arm told her she was done.

*********

the men carried her from the room and into a lab room where they lay her down and stripped her of her cothes. Dressing her in only a hospital gown they shackled her to the bed.Reaching for a blindfold they covered her eyes,if she couldnt see any objects she couldnt move them with her mind. That was one downfall of her gifts.

The Doctor followed them in and after they had her secured walked over to the bedside. His hand brushed the hair from her face and he traces the shape of her jaw. Trista stirred slightly but remianed asleep. He continued to touch her,tracing each curve of her body. He found her very pretty but knew she could be very dangerous when provoked.

He had seen her mentally take down 6 men by herself. She did not realise the extent of her powers and he wanted to tap into them. She could make his life a whole lot wealthier if he could . He had big name men wanting to pay top dollar for her,but she had to be docile and controllable. He was still a long way from that.He reched over and lifted the electrified probe and touched it to her hip.

Trisat jerked awake as the fire seared through her body. She tried to uncover her eyes but couldnt. Each poke from the probe brought a scream of pain. She refused to be broken and each time she was disciplines the pain got worse as did the infliction of the punishment.She tried to focus on anything mentally to block the pain from her mind....The image of Christian came into her mind.followed by a very painful scream ripped from her throat.

*******

 

[black_howling]

Christian's eyes widened at the sudden intrusion into his mind, and for a moment he wondered if it was real, or just a hallucination brought on by the drugs. He shook his head dazedly for a moment, and that's when he came. A man Christian was sure he wanted to kill. He grabbed her by the arm, and seemed to threaten her. Christian growled at the man in response, his eyes taking a cat like look to them, even as his fangs filled out a little more. The man seemed to pay no attention to it. He just continued talking to the woman he had referred to as Anderson?

Christian growled a bit louder as the orderlies came to surround her, and as she retaliated in her strange way, christian tried to stand and help. To the surprise of many he managed to get up, and the first thing he did was grab one of those orderlies by the arm, and toss him to the right. His animal like strength and speed had been awakened, and the man who flew the the air was the perfect indication of this. He finally ended his descent on a table, crashing through it with a shard of wood stuck through his abdomen. Christian then turned to the rest of them, however that's when he heard her scream. He turned then to see if she was okay, but found only her collapsed form, with a dart sticking from her back.

Christian Growled louder, as he stared at her form on the ground. He began to charge the man who had fired the dart, but the man simply chuckled and fired off a few more at him. One impacted his shoulder, yet he still came, the second impacted his leg, and still he advanced. The third however, pierced his chest, and just as he had the man in his hands pressed against the wall, did he feel the effects of the drugs. The man with the tranquilizer gun merely smiled into his eyes, and said to him in a mocking tone. "You see, we have ways of dealing with overgrown animals." His words made Christian growl in protest, but before he could do anything more, darkness over took him.

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Christians drug induced dreams were full of nonsense, from the scientist of this lab, to the others like him who populated it. Each of his dreams spun off harder than the last, and each with a more ridiculous ending. That was, until she appeared. In his dream she had lingered by his doorway, that same concerned look fresh upon her lovely features. In the dream the two had conversed, and though he could see their lips moving, he couldn't make out a single word they said. Just as the dream was beginning to travel to more interesting places however, he felt a nudge to his side, and his eyes quickly shot open. "There, he's awake." Called an unfamiliar voice, as Christian's head lolled, in an attempt to regain his sight.

Eventually his eyes cleared, and he stared into the unfamiliar eyes of coated man. the man smiled at Christian, and spoke to him in a soft tone. "You really should calm yourself Christian; after all, if you keep injuring our employees like that, then we will have to keep you drugged all the time." Christians only response to the man's words, were. "What did you do to me."As he nearly gagged on the dry throat he had. the coated man merely chuckled a bit, and shook his head. "That symptom is your own doing, after all, how can you expect to be fine after taking what would be an overdose of tranquilizers to any normal person." The scientist grew a smile with those words, that superseded his last.

Christian knew immediately that he didn't like the man, hell even his scent screamed of his dishonesty. He sat up at that point, hands pulling up the shackles that wrapped around his wrists, only to bound to the ground beneath him. "A precautionary measure." The doctor said to him in a calm tone, as he sighed. "If you prove you can be civil, then I'll have them removed." The doctors eyes actually seemed hopeful he would agree, and for a slight moment Christian almost took that as a sincere concern. His scent betrayed him however, and as soon as he found the wisps of a lie wafting into his nostrils, he scoffed at the man. "Why, so I can make your job easier." He shot at the man. The doctor merely chuckled at him. "Remember, making my job easier, makes your stay more enjoyable." Said the doctor, as he looked at Christian with a convincing smile.

Christian just shook his head, when a familiar voice caught his ear. He turned his head toward the door, and looked out the bullet proof glass that covered the top, noticing the Anderson girl being escorted somewhere. He noted with displeasure that she seemed pained, and shut his eyes tightly. The doctor noticed his wandering eyes, and chuckled a bit. "Got a soft spot for the girl, eh?" Said the doctor in a pleasant tone, and Christian couldn't help but think that would lead to bad places for the both of them.

 

[Shyone68]

Trista struggled weakly against the men as they half carried her back to her room. She was tossed carelessly into the room and then the swish as the door slid shut behind them. Groaning she struggled to her feet and managed to make it to the small bathroom area before her stomach lost its contents.

She sat next to the toilet for awhile her head pouding from the exertion she had made. She had never tried that magnatude of telekenisis before and she was paying for it. She knew without an anchor,someone who could keep her controled during her episodes,she was dangerous. She thought about Christian and if he was ok.

She closed her eyes and tried to focus on him. "If you can hear me,I hope your alright. Please dont fight thme,it will only make it worse."she thought to him not knowing if she got through or not.

She finally crawled to her small bed,her body a mass of pain. She wondered what they had tranq'd her with this time. It felt stronger and different than before. She finally closed her eyes and let sleep pull her down.

*************** Her dreams were filled with pain and bloodshed. She could see and almost feel everything cutting into her. The needles and probes. The voices around her laughing at how much she was worth and her gifts. Finally she awoke drenched in sweat.

 

[black_howling]

As the man talked down toward Christian, he merely turned toward him, hoping to nip this one in the butt. "I don't know what you mean; after all, I've never met her before." Christian said to the man in a dead serious tone. Sure, his talk was big, but christian knew it wasn't that simple. She had helped him out, and from the looks of it, it seemed such had cost her a lot. He bit his bottom lip, and turned back toward the doctor, and said in a quiet tone. "Well, if your done with me, I'd like to get some rest that's not drug induced." His words were spoken with a hint, that they wouldn't have too much trouble out of him anymore. The doctor didn't seemed too convinced by his words, and he knew the man had reason for distrust. After all, he no more planned to cooperate than this man planned to let him go.

After a few moments, the doctor turned back toward him and said. "Well, so long as we have your cooperation, then everything else will follow suit. With those words, the doctor stood to his feet, and walked out the door. Christian sat back, and watched him as he left, though the man turned around at the last minute, and smiled at him. "As our agreement stated, I'll let you out of your binds." He said, as he pressed a button sequence into the key card, which caused the shackled around his wrist to unlock, and clank to the ground. "Just so long as you remember the deal." The doctor said to him in a soft tone, before turning out the door and closing it behind him.

Christian brought his hand up to his wrist, and rubbed them sorely, when all of a sudden he felt that mental intrusion again. Christian shut his eyes for a second, as the mental link connected. Please don't fight them, it will only make it worse. He shook his head for a moment, or two and thought back in his mind. Wait, who are you. Thanks for helping me. He tried to think back to her, but he got no respond. He frowned for a few moments, as the predatory look came back to his eyes, before he shook the feeling off yet again. Keep yourself calm Christian, you need to keep that beast in check. He that himself, as he stood to his feet, and turned to look at his bed. He walked over to it, feeling much more tired than he thought he had. He lay down, and was asleep within a few minutes.

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That night, Christian's dreams were filled with the images of the past. He could see clearly the looks on his parents faces, as they were killed by government officials, could hear the cries of his mother as the soldiers wronged her, and noted with hat as they tortured his father for his whereabouts. All the while He stayed hidden in the designated area, clenching his hand over his mouth to muffle the cries he was wanting so to scream. And then, as the soldiers found he his sister, he could hold on no longer. "Marle...." He began to scream, as he woke up, back thrusting up forward as he cried out in panic. He began to pant for a moment, as he covered his chest with his hand.

It was at that point that he heard the multitude of electronic doors opening outside, and he shook his head lightly. I'm never gonna get use to this place. He thought to himself with some amount of disdain, as he rose from the bed. He looked around the sparse room, and shook his head fiercely. "So much for keeping us comfortable." He mumbled aloud, as he walked toward the door, and looked out the window at the top of it. He seen the other 'students' walking from their rooms to what he guessed was the dining area, and only at that thought did he feel his stomach rumble with hunger. He gripped it softly, and leaned forward with a groan. "That's right, I haven't eaten in two days." He spat aloud, as he fumbled with the key card witha few seconds, before finally getting the door opened.

He walked outside the door, turning back to see if he could notice her. It was at that point, he noted that each of their doors held a name. He noted that the one just next to his read Trista Anderson. "Trista." He spoke distantly, as he walked toward that door, and gazed in through the reinforced glass at the top of the door. That was when, he saw her for the second time. He gasped a bit at the sight, as he wasn't fully prepared for it. He after all, figured that his first sight of her had been a drug induced hallucination, and the time he saw her the day before was just a glimpse. He couldn't believe she was as beautiful as he had remembered, and shook his head a bit. Get a hold of yourself Christian, you've seen good looking girls before. He thought with a slight chuckle, as he turned around and headed toward the dining area. After all, better that than be seen as a voyeur.

 

[Shyone68]

Trista stirred from her troubled slumber,slowly rising her body a mass of aches and pains. She sits on the side of the bed and holds her head in her hands. She finally raises her head and feels eyes on her,she turns to the door but noone is there. Standing she goes in and showers quickly pulling on a pair of shorts and tee shirt. Opening her door she moves out into the hallway and towards the dining area.

Trista holds her trya with her breakfadt on it tightly as she scans the room looking for a seat. She sees one by the large window looking out over a pond and garden area. She knows it isnt real just a holo image on a screen trying to make their surroundings seem more relaxing. She set her tray in front of her and stared at her food,not feeling very hungry at the moment.

She felt him before she saw him,slowly she raised her eyes and saw Christian sitting across the room. He was ok from as far as she could tell. She looked down quickly as he looked over her way. She avoided his look for several seconds before daring to look up again. She groaned to herself when she saw the doctor coming her way. She knew what it was time for and she hated it.

Every other day she was taken to a room and forced to use her gifts for several hours then they gave her an injection to repress them so she couldnt use them against them. She stood up and stepped backwards slightly. "Doc..Please can we pass today. I dont feel very well."She said to the doctor bringing a few gasps of surprise from the other patients at her attempt to avoid treatment.

the doctor stopped before her and just looked down at her. His hand reached out and took several strands of her hair into his hand. Lifting them to his nose he inhaled the strawberry scent,then roughly he wrapped her hair quickly around his hand and pulled her forward. Trista staggered and almost fell.Her low gasp sounded loud in the now quiet room. Security guards and orderlies made sure that nothing happened,the threat of the tranq guns in theie hands helping.

Trista stumbled as the doctor pulled her out of the dining area by her hair. She bit back the pain trying not to let it broadcast out to anyone near her. She tried to anchor herself but each tug sent waves through her. She didnt realise she was making her pain evident to one person. She fell to the ground as the doctor shoved her into a small room. He stepped forward and lifted her arms over her head,shackling them to the chains hanging from the ceiling.

"Now.."The doctor began as he held what looked like a cattle prod. "I see you took a fancy to the new arrival last night.Your thoughtwaves went off the chart."His grin told her he was planning something not pleasant.

"I want you to think to him again..now."He spoke lowly and as she shook her head he touched her hip with the prod the scream tore from her lips.He mind screamed along with her.

 

[black_howling]

Christian had made it to the dining hall without error, where he sat on a bench looking out the window at the surroundings. He couldn't help but think there was something odd about them, because each one looked too different from the others' as if they were just images placed there for scenery. He was just beginning to really boggle his mind over it, when all of a sudden his keen sense of smell caught a familiar scent. He looked over toward the door, and noticed the small frame of Trista. He smiled a bit as he seen her, and watched as she walked toward a seat away from his own. He smiled at her even wider as she turned toward him, though his smile vanished as she looked quickly away. Is something wrong? He thought to himself slightly, as he bit his bottom lip, face contorted into a rough frown.

Hes studied her for a few moments, until he seen her gaze look back up, and right past him. That was when he noticed the different scent; one that wasn't the orderlies, or the other gifted ones. He turned his head to see another one of the doctors walking toward her. Of course. He thought with distaste, as he leaned back in his seat, and grabbed his now empty tray. He watched their exchange carefully, as he played with it in his hands, and little to the knowledge of anyone else, bend it into a sharpened blade. He was about to toss it toward the doctor to take off his head, when all of a sudden he felt a large pull at his insides. What the hell!? He thought as he grabbed the back of his head; it felt like someone had just grabbed him. Another jerk came through, and he shook his head roughly. 'What's going on?" He mumbled aloud. It as then he remembered about Trista, but when he opened his eyes he saw nothing. Where did she go? He thought with panic, as he scanned the room for her.

His eyes could find no sight of her, and even when he smelled the air for her scent, it was as if it was completely gone. What did they do with her? He thought with frustration, as he stood fluidly from his seat, and glanced about a bit more. He began to walk toward the exit, when he caught a wiff of her scent. "Bingo." He said aloud, as he began to follow it. He didn't get but six steps however, and his hip felt a sharp prod. The pain wasn't real to him, but he could clearly hear the scream that came with it. No! He thought, and began to move toward the scent immediately. It was no use though, he only got a few more steps before the scent vanished. Are they covering her smell up. He thought, as he looked both ways for her, still finding nothing.

One of the orderlies noticed his movement at that point, and walked over to him with tranq gun in hand. "Sit down Mr. Meyers, you know your not supposed to be making a scene like this." The orderly said to him in a forceful tone, as he waved the gun back toward the seat. Christian looked toward him with fury on his face, and almost gave him a personal face job, before he remembered her words. "Don't fight them." He didn't know why, but he just felt she would only come to more harm if he did. Christian didn't like this at all, but he growled and tried to lie his way out of it. "I'm just, having a bit of difficulty, that's all." He said to the man, before looking him right in the eye. "I think I need the doctor." He said to the man again, figuring he might could get to Trista, if he could get his hands around a doctors neck.

The orderly however, was not fooled in the least, and poked Christian in the chest with the gun, and ordered again. "Sit down Mr. Meyers, or I'll be forced to put you there." Christian wanted to crush the mans skull for that, but before he even had a chance to think on it, he could feel another wash of pain, and from her, yet another scream. Dammit! He thought to himself, as he began to become short of breath. He felt his pulse quicken, and knew his eyes were already starting to dilate. Not now! He thought, as he felt his canines enlarge, and the hair on his head begin to grow at a rapid rate. "Sit down Mr. Meyers." The said yet again in a panic, and pushed Christian back against a beam. His head hit the beam, and a rush of blood came from it, but as Christian stared the man's way, the wound began to heal. "What-in-the-hell...." The orderly said near frozen, as he looked toward Christian in surprise.

Christian gave a soft growl, as he felt the rush of his rapid healing seal the wound tight, and he shook his head to bite back the wooziness. Then, there it was again, the feelings in his mind. The mental intrusion had begun to sen his animal instincts into overdrive, and quickly his mind was deteriorating to that of a beast. The only aspect of Christians abilities he couldn't yet control. He could coax out the power within him, he could even use his keener senses at will; however, too much stress, or using his abilities too much caused his human mind to stop working. Christian stumbled forward, as his eyes fully took on their feline luster, and he then looked back up at the man, as his slit like pupil pierced him. "Get back..." He said to the man, as he stumbled again, trying to keep his mind on anything that would keep the beats from coming out. The only thing he could think of was Trista though, and that may have been hurting him as much as it helped at the moment.

 

[Shyone68]

Trista writhe with each touch of the prod,her body arching against it. She knew he wanted her to call to him,to draw him out. They wanted to see what he could do. They had picked up on the connection the night before and was going to exploit it. She bit her lip until she tasted blood.She glared at the doctor and then her eyes narrowed.

She concentrated on a box behind him and she could feel it in her mind beginning to move. She could feel the weight in her mind as it lifted off the floor,he still had not noticed. The doctor was too focused on her drawing Christian to her and the container connected solidly with the back of his head. He slumped to the ground unconcious. She could feel the torment Christian was going through and she tried calling out to him.

"CHristian...Please...stop...control it."She tried to get through to him,her own body and mind screaming in pain. She looked up at the shackles the regression drug wearing off and she concentrated. The shackles fell open.

Her body hit the ground hard knocking the wind from her lungs,she moved to her feet and swayed dizzily. She had to get to him,she felt it deep in her being. She pushed out of the room and into the hallway,chaos had erupted around her. People scurried for cover and she heard the howl echoing in the walls.She ducked as one orderly tried to grab her,he managed to pull some of her hair fromher scalp.

Shots rang out and she cried out for him amongst the chaos around her. She was shoved and knocked against in the riot of people. She felt a burning in her side and looked down,she was stunned to see blood forming on her shirt. She had not felt any pain but she had heard the shots. She staggered,her head swam and she sank to her knees.

"Not now..Christian!...Help..."She called out mentaly to him before she felt another burn along her shoulder. She turned her head to see the doctor looming behind her.

"You will not leave here alive. I will stop you..noone will know of your existence,Ive worked too hard to conceal all of you."He said wads of plhegm sprayed form his mouth as he screamed. He raised the gun too take aim at her once more.

 

[black_howling]

Christian could hear her mental calls to him, and tried hard to focus on them. All the while, the orderly before him kept trying to get a response. "HEY, listen up kid. Sit down!" He said, and leaned forward to try and grab him. That was the mistake, his first around Christian, and the last he would ever make. As soon as the mans hand touched Christians Shoulder, He slammed his hand out forward,a and put it through the orderlies chest. A quick motion afterward, pulled the man into the air, as Christian's arm stuck out the back of him, his arm covered in blood, and gore. He looked up into the orderlies eyes, and he screamed and cried for help, but before anyone around them had a chance to act, Christian tossed the man from his arm like he was a rag doll, sending him flying toward the wall with enough force that the man was literally crushed upon the impact.

After his action, Christian gave a loud howl into the air, as the many shots of the tranquilizers came rushing toward him. Christian merely turned as he herd the shots, his keen senses giving him a clear realization of where they came from, and that mized with his predatory instincts, allowed him to duck throw his arms out in time to smash each one before it hit him. The barrage of shots came after that, but Christian just grabbed up a table from the floor, and swung it around catching the darts with it, before he shattered it in two, and threw it to each side, causing the two on either side of him to leap to the side or be crushed. When the table connected against the wall, it too shattered, causing a spray grenade effect that showered all of the orderlies, and some of the other patients that were near by. The entire thing happened in the matte rof about 4 seconds, before Christian ran toward the hall way, the only part of his human brain that was still working telling him he needed to get Trista.

More orderlies tried to block Christians path, but to their surprises when they shot him with the darts he seemed completely unaffected. He then raged through them, both of his hands coming out to grab them by their skulls, and chuck them toward the wall. He heard nothing more than the crunch of bones as they crashed hard against the walls, and after that he heard the mental call of help. Christians let loose another feral roar, as he smelled the blood in the air; her blood. This sent the animal Christian currently was into a frenzy, and he barreled through all that was in his his path as he ran toward her. He could feel the darts piercing his flesh, only to be jerked out from his run and then to seal shut only second a afterward. Finally he leaped out into the hallway she was in, taking the orderly before her, and throwing it hard itno the doctor. The man crashed into the doctor, causing him to scream, and even catch the dart that was rushing toward Trista at an alarming speed.

With that Christian let out another roar, and ran forward, and snatched Trista up in his arms, before leaping up toward the ceiling. He grabbed hard on the vent above, supporting her completely with just one arm, and with a quick jerk he ripped the vent open with the protested sound of tearing steel. Another shot of his arm caught his hand on the now torn vent, causing a gash to rip deep inside it, and without another motion, he flipped inside, keeping her cradled in his arms, and safe from any harm that might come her way. Once inside the shaft, Christian began to move at an alarming speed,s till keeping her cradled tight in his arms. He moved through the vent quickly, tearing through places when needed, and making sharp bends and curves when he didn't. Eventually, he ripped a hole in the side of the vent, and opened up a path toward a gap in the wall, and pulled both him, and her into it. Afterward, he slammed the metal back into place with a splitting noise, sealing it from the vent, but keeping air coming in from each side.

The animal in Christian couldn't hear any spoken word Trista might have said on his way through the vent, but her and now he just held her close. Like some animal might a precious thing that held the key to it's life. His hand stroked her hair smoothly, as he rocked her in his arms. Visions of human images passed through his mind, and the rational mind he had began slowly drifting back. His hair stayed long and flowing however, and his eyes never left from it's beast like state. In fact his arms hadn't decreased from their inflated size, and neither had his canines retracted either. "Are you okay?" He said to her, as he began to gain hold of himself, the world around him still spinning in-between the realms of man and beast.

 

[Shyone68]

Trista felt him before she actually felt his arms grab her up against him. He rbody hurt and she tried to stay concious while he maneuvered them along the many tunrs in the vents. She felt him slow and finally sit down cradling her close.

"You came."She whispered as she raised her large eyes to his face,her hand reaching up to touch his cheek softly. Her eyes blinked quickly as if to stay focused.

She felt the wetness continuing to coat her side and she let one hand lower to it. Bringing it back up she saw that her own blodd covered her hand. She looked up at him and whispered softly."I dont think he was using tranq's this time." She said as she felt her vision fading in and out.

She felt his body shifting and changing ,even after he had changed his strength still enveloped her small frame. She felt her body begin to shake as if suddenly very cold. Her teeth began to chatter against each other. "You need to get out of here."She thoguht to him as her voice failed to work for her.

"You cant let them get you again. They will kill you."She thought quickly trying to recall the nearest exit doors. "The roof....you can get free from there."She felt her own concious ness fading fast. She just found him,was it meant for her to be taken from him so soon. Her body trembled and her skin grew clammy as she slumped in his arms.

 

[black_howling]

Christian looked into her eyes dazedly, the world around him still spinning on the axis, titled as if his head had lolled to the side. Which indeed it had. He smelt the blood that coated her side, before she even brought her hand up, and a pained expression crossed his finely featured face. He looked to her with a spaced expression, as he muttered the words. "No..." Under his breath. Finally his eyes came back into focus, and he could see her there in his arms, bleeding to death from a piece of lead stuck in her side. He Grimaced, and shook his head. "I suppose not..." He whispered as he held her even tighter to his form, nuzzling his cheek softly against her's. He quickly searched his brain for something he could do, but for the life of him he couldn't think of a thing.

Christian was about to refute her mental suggestion, but before he could, a sharp pang of sadness ripped at his insides. He felt his breath catch in his chest, and elevated her in a way the blood would lessen it's flow. "I'm not going anywhere, especially with you in this condition. Besides, I heal quicker than..." He trailed off at those words as an idea popped into his mind. His blood was what held the cells that made his healing rate increase, and if he was correct, his blood should be able to at least stop her from losing anymore blood. "Hold still..." He said to her, as he leaned her to the side, and ripped her shirt from her form. He kept his eyes staring clear at the wound in her side, and could tell right away it wasn't in an area of danger. "Too far from the colon, and on the wrong side from the liver. It's just capillaries then..." He trailed off, as he ripped his wrist open on the still jagged sides of the metal. he felt the sting, and quickly held the wound open with one hand, while he let the blood seep into her wound with the other.

Christian watches as the four drops of his blood poured into her open wound, causing it to writhe for a moment, before sealing. He looked to her at that moment, but was shocked to see she was still as white as a sheet. "The wound just sealed, the blood didn't return." He said aloud, as he gasped in horror. She wouldn't die at this rate, so long as she didn't pass out, but with as much blood as she had lost she wouldn't even be able to walk. He knew she wouldn't last much longer than an hour, maybe two depending on her will. He cradled her closer, and whispered softly into her ear. "Just hang on....We'll get you to one of the labs, they will have plasma there." He said, more hopeful than actually sure of that proposed fact.

He was about to lift her in his arms again, but before he could, a noise from outside the wall caused his heart to skip a bit. He could hear the man yelling outside. "They must be around her somewhere, after all, they left the ventilation shaft around this area. Look for an open vent, and check every room." The voice he heard, strangely had a feminine tone. He grimaced again, as he tried to stay as silent as possible, and leaned forward toward her ear. "Just hand on Trista, We'll get out of this, just stay awake for me." He said, cradling her even closer, as he leaned back against the wall. He was ready to bust out the back, and into whatever was there, if he so much as heard a scrape at the wall. He could hear them outside their area, hidden from sight, and closed his eyes as he hoped they wouldn't find them.

 

[Shyone68]

Trista could hear his whispered words and his determination in them. She could feel her side healing from the blood he dropped against the ragged hole. Her bleeding stopped but her weakness prevailed,she tried to move but her limbs felt like lead. She moved her head slightly rubbing it against his chest,the motion making her feel better more safer. She heard the voices around them faintly unable to make sense from them.

She tried to still her trembling but her core temperature had fallen dangerously low. She had lost too much blood to keep it regulated.She tried to shift to make him more comfortable but when she tried to move his arms tightened around her holding her closer.She relaxed in his arms and let his strength soak into her body chasing some of her chills away.

"There is a med lab not far from the dining area."She said weakly almost unheard."They made us donate a pint of our own blood each week."She told him feeling dizzy and her stomach rollling.

She closed her eyes and let her mind reach out to him,showing him where the room was,then she let him see into her heart and mind. the things she had endured over the last few weeks. The dreams she had had about him even before he had come to the facility. She had been dreaming of him for weeks now each dream more vivid than the next.the later ones very sexual and passionate.

 

[black_howling]

Christian, who was still half in his predatory form, could feel quite keenly how her body temperature continued to lower, and thought that maybe his original estimate of her time left before flat line was a bit off. He just sighed, and shook his head, trying to ignore the sounds of those searching for them just beyond the wall. However, that was when he saw them. The intimate visions flooded his mind, and only seconds after that of the med lab. In all honesty, he wasn't sure if the two hadn't just been interlocked so thoroughly that he merely thought the two were separate visions. Afterward, a shuddering sigh escaped his lips, and the moment his mind came back to the world around him, he leaned close, and whispered into her ear. "Don't worry about a thing, I'll get you to the medical lab." He said, knowing full well he could find her blood, the worry he had was getting past those outside.

Christian decided it was time to act, and held her even closer in his arms. His predatory form was starting to diminish, but he knew he could prolong it for enough time to get her to the lab, all he would need was the proper boost. Without so much as another motion, he let out a thundering kick to his right, smashing out the wall just as he heard the demanding female standing right on the other side. The implosion of sheet rock created a large fog cloud, and knocked the woman back so far that she crashed into the other wall, making a sickening thud as she landed hard against it. Christian then proceeded to move quickly toward the lab, still holding her tight in his arms as he used the fog cloud to mask his movements, and where he was headed too.

After a good three minutes of running, dodging orderlies, and ducking doctors, he arrived safely in front of the door. He figured the doctor with the gun was still unconscious from the 200 pounds of flesh he had thrown in his face, so after flashing the card he had filched from him in front of the door, he quickly spun inside, and closed it shut behind it. After it was securely closed, he shot out another kick, disabling the mechanism that caused the door to open, effectively jamming it so none could enter; not without coming through the door at least, a task that would take an hour if they moved quick. He then proceeded toward the lab table, and laid her softly on it's surface.

"Just hold on a bit longer." Christian said to her, as he searched the blood cabinet for her plasma, trying hard to ignore the sounds of orderlies gathering outside the door,and their frustrated noises at the fact that it was jammed. After a few short moments, he recognized her name, and took the unit of whole blood from the cooler. He then proceeded to move over her, and ready the IV. "Your gonna be just fine." He said taking her hand into his, and giving it a squeeze he hoped would keep her awake. After that though, he plugged iv into her arm, opposite of where her elbow bent. The vein there was a break off of the Brachial artery, known as the median cubital vein, and from what he knew it was the best place to infuse blood in such a short time. He plugged the IV deep, then twisted the end of the bag letting the drip move through her system.

After the deed was done, Christian let his hands fall to his sides, and sighed softly into the open air. It was all up to her now, and how long they had. He could hear the doctors outside shouting orders to get a torch out there to cut through the door, and knew a place like this likely wouldn't have one handy, which meant their chances were good; At least for the moment. He let another sigh escaped his lips, as he closed his hand tightly around her own, and leaned forward kissing her cheek, as he slipped the heart monitor over her finger, now leaving it up to her fortitude to accept the blood in time to keep her heart beating in her chest.

 

[Shyone68]

Trista felt the stab of the needle sliding into her vein,the life restoring plasma followed. She opened her eyes as Christian took her hand,She tried to give him a weak smile. She could hear the men outside the doors and felt a moment of panic. Her head ached but she knew she needed to buy them even more time. She squeezed Christians hand tight and looked up at him.

"Christian,I need your help. I can make their job even harder,but I need to tap into you for energy. I need to use your mind too."She whispered softly. She didnt wait for his approval and then she closed her eyes.

She focused on him,her mind growing open to his,his memories bacame her. Her own became his as she combined their thought waves. She felt stronger and began to channel. She imagined the hallway outside the lab doors. She pictured themselves standing there looking up at the paneled ceiling above them. She focused and the panels seemed to expanded and shake causing the orderlies and doctors to look up. The debris began to fall as the ceiling cracked.

They began to scatter as the ceiling gave way and caved in and piled up before the lab doors. The paneling,steel beams and insulation blocked the door completely at least 3 feet thick. Trisat pulled them back into the lab room and at her table she was lying on. She felt the push as Christian broke the connection,herself sagged and felt her head begin to pound. His touch though seemed to keep it mostly at bay. She smiled when she realised he was her anchor,the reason they had found him. For each telelenetic like herself that had been scientifically renengineered there was only one anchor. One who could keep the telekentic grounded and not as dangerous to themselves and others.

Trisat took a deep breath and struggled to sit upright,her body still weak but she felt a bit stronger. She kept tight hold of his hand but then something else happened. She could see his memories still. That should not be happening. She could see him as he changed,feel the pain he went through for each change. She saw the experiments that his family had allowed on him as he grew up. She then knew they had just mind-bonded. Almost like soul bonding but not quite. Tey would still need to soul bond if they wanted to make the connection permenant but she would tell him that later. If he wanted to not,then that was his choice his memories would fade from her mind in time.

 

[black_howling]

OOC: Sorry for the late reply. I'm just now starting to get over this flu. Hopefully my post will be more spot on from here out.

Christian's body tensed as he felt the awkward invasion of his mind. It was almost as if his entire life essence was her's for a time, though strangely still intact well within his own body; almost like, she was merely borrowing his conscious for a short time to help her out. He felt like the two were one mind, and he witnessed as she put an end to those standing outside the door; but them, almost as quickly as it had started, she withdrew from his psyche and back into her own. He nearly went into shock as he seen her soft smile, the very sight of it sending warmth throughout him that leveled out the pounding in his skull.

It was a strange feeling, and he wasn't sure it was over yet. As she rose he embraced her, and kisses her cheek gently. "Try not to move too much, your blood is still quite low." He whispered softly into her ear, as he nuzzled her cheek softly. His eyes closed for a moment, still unable to shake the feeling that she was still inside his mind; as if the connection to his psyche wasn't gone. He decided to ignore it though, figuring that it really didn't matter too much if she was still in there. He trusted her, and anything inside his mind, as just fine for her to see.

Christian then leaned back a bit, eyes now meeting with her's. He could feel the excitement still in the air; the feelings still fresh from when he had the scare that she might have been dying. He realized then how close he felt to her; how unnaturally close he had seemed to grown, and in such a short time. That fact alone was a little troubling, but he didn't care; it felt too right to ever be wrong. A smile then grew wide across his lips, as he leaned in close to her, the thoughts of her dreams filling his mind; the dreams about the two of them. "Do you really feel the emotions caught within those dreams?" He whispered the question into her ear, the smile never leaving his lips as he awaited her response.

 

[Shyone68]

Trista relaxed against Christian her body tired,she smiled at his comment."I dont know how to explain it. But I do."She said softly as she let her eyes slide closed,a healing rest overcoming her.

She slept deeply,not hearing the cries from outside the doorway,the angry commands from the Doctor. She didnt dream just slept. Her body held tightly against Christians. She felt safe,secure even with all the chaos going on on the outer door.