Post by Lizzie on Dec 10, 2010 4:23:13 GMT -5
Yael had been pulled from whatever he was doing and told to prepare within the next 10 minutes for a test that would shake him to his core. He was told to prepare to use his abilities, and have his mind and soul racked and thrown off. He was given that 1o minutes in order to gather things such as special suits, food, or whatever it was he needed in order to get ready for such a heavy test. Bryton Yorkshire now sat at the control panel in the Danger Room Control Center, and he was typing diligently away at the computer, programming it to fit Yael's specific abilities.
Yael Nachum didn't really have anything to bring, that would assist him, so he just headed straight to the danger room, stepping in, when the doors slid open for him. "Good evening, sir," he said, as he heard the doors slide to a close behind him, "glad to be back." Yael hadn't really used the danger room before, only looking for some peace and quiet. Feet moved forward, closer to the headmaster.
Bryton would turn to face Yael. "Hello, Yael. glad you've decided to make your return. Now, I must explain this in excellent detail for you. You are about to be put to a test unlike any other that you've experienced here. You will be forced to both use the full extent of your powers, and the full extent of your mind. Be prepared for anything, young one. Please, step into the Danger Room, and prepare yourself," Bryton said, standing up and giving the boy a slight nod and patting him on the back a little. "If you pass this, your life may just change..." Bryton said. When the boy made his way into the Danger Room, the door would close, and the metallic sound of the locks turning would sound. A slight breeze blew through the shining room. The screen lit up, and Bryton's voice sounded. "Remember. Think hard. Observe, fully." Text appeared on the screen. Custom Sequence, Activated.
Yael Nachum nodded, smiling, as he looked to the door, stepping through it, when he was told to, as she thought about those words. Life would change, if he passed? Yael thought about this, as the door closed, hearing the clicking of the locks. He felt the breeze all around him, as he awaited the test.
The shining white fiberglass suddenly disappeared and without warning, Yael would find himself in the cockpit of a jet plane. The floor shook and quivered, and alarms sounded from all around him. "WARNING WARNING, PLEASE DESCEND," a robotic woman's voice said. The pilot turned to look at Yael, huge headset flopping a little. "Come on! Control these storms, can't you?!" he shouted over all the noise, as the cabin quaked. Out of the windshield, Yael would see that the sky they flew in was grey, a color only broken by bright flashes of white lightning. He might even be able to hear the wind pushing and pulling the plane from it's designated course. "I CAN'T DECEND, SHUT UP!" the frustrated pilot belted at the control system. Tornados had formed all around them. "We don't got long to go, kid! Do your best to control this stuff!"
Yael Nachum was in bewilderment, until the chaotic scene registered in his mind, blue eyes looking left and right, then straight at the pilot, hands reaching out to grab something, in order to keep himself upright. Control the storms? Was that possible? Yael stared out of the windshield, focusing, on calming it. His eyes gained that white glaze over the blue, as he concentrated, the cockpit's inward temperature probably starting to warm. "No, no, no," he mumbled, as he realized what he was doing, "the storm, the storm, must stop the storm.” Blood would start to drip from his nose, after a while.
Bryton sighed a little, as he saw how difficult it was for Yael. Focus. You need only affect the eye. Bryton's voice echoed. "We're coming up to a clearing. Doplar indicating its the eye of the storm. Come on, kid. Disperse these clouds..." the pilot said. "It'll be a few minutes. All you need to do is make it so we can land.. Stable the air..." the pilot added, but yelped at the end when a flash of lightning illuminated the cabin. "I'm counting on you kid," the pilot said, shaking his head and pulling on the steering control.
Yael Nachum heard the voice, and wondered if it was the headmaster. Assuming it was, Yael's focused harder. Then when the pilot mentioned that they were coming to the eye, the message clicked in his mind. Focus on the eye, the eye, the israeli focused, reaching a hand out, closing the fingers, curling inwards, as he tried to part the storm from the inside.
Yael's efforts were not invain, though he wasn't entirely successful in dispersing it all. The wind slowed, and the tornadoes made their exit, but the lightning kept flashing and the rain and hail continued to fall. "That's right kid, just a little more!" the pilot shouted. He pushed down on the steering control and the plane took a deep nose-dive, but not without it's certain bumps. The plane felt as though it were going to break right in half. A flash of lightning bolted across the cockpit glass. "Kid! Calm that lightning before we get hit!" he roared, jerking up again. It was too dangerous, putting the tail up so high like that. "Calm that lightning for 5 minutes and I can get us landed!"
Yael Nachum was relieved to see that he was able to calm the storm somewhat, before he focused on the lightning, hand turning to the grey clouds, focusing on at least keeping the bolts from hitting the plane, by trying to send the strikes to the ground, away from where they were heading. At least that might help the pilot.
The pilot turned his head to look at Yael, and then decided to take the risk. He pushed hard down on the steering console, and the plane nosedived. If Yael wasn't holding onto anything, he might find it hard to stay standing. But before he knew it, the plane would be on the ground, with a loud skid sound and a horrendous thud as the pilot's head hit the wheel. Only by automatic steering was the plane stopped at all. The mechanic door opened itself, and Yael would find himself on an island, waves thrashing and crashing on all sides of it. It was small, only with a large, abandoned building on it at all. Windows were broken out, and one of the doors had fallen off the front, the other wide open. The inside was pitch dark, from what one could tell on the outside. A familiar, if only distantly, person dragged someone into the building, a few others flooding out to face Yael. 4 men, with similarly distant faces, stood in a fighting stance.
Yael Nachum had indeed grabbed something, the back of the copilot's chair, the wall, or anything that had shown itself to be a help from letting him fall unto his butt. Then, he had to glance around, to see that the plane and the storm disappeared, replaced by an island, and a abandoned building. Who was being dragged, who was doing the dragging? Four men wanting to fight. Who were they? They all seemed to be familiar...then it came to him. Light blue eyes narrowed, as he took a defensive position, according to the israeli style of martial arts. "What do ya'll want?" he asked, as he thought of a boy in particular. I WONDER WHO IT COULD BE?
The men all smiled, standing up and moving a bit closer, the other man disappearing within the halls of the abandoned building. "You boys move along. I can 'andle 'im," one of them said. The three of them nodded, knowing that they'd see him again. "Well well well, li'l Yael. Still as sexy as eva," he said, winking at the boy. "Look at this!" he said, lifting his hand into the air, which began glowing purple. "Got some tricks now!" he said, throwing his hand out. The purple energy from his hand expelled from his hand and bolted at Yael, and when it made contact with him, a loud bwaaaaaoooom! resounded. Yael would feel some sort of force upon his stomach, and he'd be thrown back against the plane, if he didn't dodge it that is. "OOOOH! NOICE!" the man shouted, laughing, as both of his hands began glowing with the same purple energy.
Yael Nachum felt the force of the blast hit his chest, sending crashing against the plane, with a thud. "Fuck," he let out, out, when he was able to stand once more, "didn't know you bastard could do that." He smirked glancing up at the sky. Whether or not the clouds were still gray, didn't really matter to Yael. If they were, it would make things easier for him. If they weren't, well, Yael would need to make them grey. Yael then glanced back to the plane, running straight for the entrance, clibing back inside, for cover. He didn't need the guy shooting at him, while he was concentrating. He glanced up at the sky again, from within the plane, eyes turning white once more, concentrating on making the sky grey, if it wasn't Next, once that part was finished, he would gaze at the four men, raising a fist above his head, and bringing it down, willing lightning to strike amongst the men. He wasn't aiming to kill them, but if one of them did get hit, then, AWESOME! Yael was only hoping to use the flash to create chaos, so that he could run out of the plane, running as fast as he could, at the men, attempting to punch the first man he saw move, and was closest too.
The man's eyes looked up at the sky, which was still grey. That distracted him as Yael attacked, and the man fell, purple energy dispersing from his hands. He trembled on the ground, seizing, drool even pouring from his mouth. Yael wouldn't need to attack him, obviously, as he was already down and out. However, screams began pouring from the inside of the abandoned building. Serious screams of fear, something was going down. Yael would find that the screams would lead him to where he needed to go.
Yael Nachum. Even if the man was down and out, Yael's fist would meet the guy's face, for good measure, and because it felt good. "Bloody bastard," he muttered, before the screams caught his attention. He ran to the open door, running through them, and into the dark, relying on the sound of the screaming to lead him to the danger.
Yael would find that the screams led him to a room, lit up by many small candles along the concrete walls. In the room sat about 60 cages, 50 of them holding people... mutants to be exact. Some were passed out, and some were shrieking in horror. On a table in the middle of the room, strapped there and in capacitated, laid Fabian Hughes, Yael's roommate. Standing by that table was a bigger man, also familiar to Yael from his explorations. He smiled and turned around. "Hello, Yael. Long time... no see," the man's deep voice said. A woman walked along the cages, shooting sharp dagger looks at them, and they silenced, and fell back against their cages, unconscious. She turned and gave a pleasant wave to him. The 3 men filed in from behind Yael and moved to stand over by the bigger man. "Just in time to see me gain such a useful power. Would you like to watch?" he asked. One of the men turned to look at Yael, and then suddenly, the man was behind Yael, grasping Yael's wrists [c]
[#] keeping him in place. The man was superhumanly strong, and Yael would find himself unable to move. Another one of the 3 men sat down, suddenly exhausted. And the last man, moved to the entry way to the room. He grunted, and pulled his hands down forcefully. The concrete from above cracked and then exploded, and large boulders built a barrier between the rest of the abandoned lab and this single room. Yael was trapped.
Yael Nachum's light blue eyes scanned the scene, for a moment, before letting out a gasp, when he saw Fabian. He would glare at the big man, as he said, "Fuck off, bitch!" Then he felt his arms restrained by the strong one. He struggled, hearing the boulder, somehow how knowing that it was closed. "You let him go," he breathed, after he realized the struggling was in vain, "or it's about to get cold in here, real fast." Those blue eyes would turn white again, as he started to concentrate.
The man smiled. "Oh, Yael. I do hope you refain. Fran there," the woman smiled and waved, "will be forced to knock you out, otherwise." Refrain, Yael. You will not pass if you are knocked unconscious. The big man turned around and looked down at Fabian, Fabian trembling, barely conscious, then back to Yael. "Oh, I see..." he cackled aloud. "You know this boy, don't you, pretty boy?" he asked. "Oh this is too rich. Well, I'll give you the option to take his place... Hows that sound?" he asked, laughing. Focus, Yael. Don't let him fool you. "Come on. Want to save your boyfriend?" he cooed. "Oh... I would love to stick you with my needle... just one more time..." The burly man moved over to him. "Your choice..." Let him go. Save yourself, and save the other mutants. Or you will not pass. "I'll make it an even better deal. Let me have your boyfriend, and all the other muties can go. I only need his power, after all..."
Yael Nachum shook his head. This sucks, he thought. It felt so real, the hold the strong guy had on him, that eerie look on the woman, and big man, wanting Fabian's powers. He couldn't help but think this was real, a little too real. The choice was a hard one. A bunch of mutants, or Fabian. Yael's eyes returned to normalcy, tears welling up in thoses blues, as he knew the answer he should make, but didn't want. What would Fabin do, he questioned himself, thinking hard. "Let the others go..."he finally said, feeling that he put his only friend to death, feeling like a part of his own heart was torn as well. This isn't happening...he thought, as he knew otherwise.
The man smiled and turned to move to Fabian's side. He leaned down and his face got really close to Fabian's. "Now, now, now... Where should I stick you?" his finger moved to twirl a bit of Fabian's hair. Then it moved to his face, plucking at his lip a little. "Here?" he said, finger settling on his neck. "Or maybe.... here?" his finger dragged across Fabian's chest. "Oh... I know..." he said, finger slowly making it's way down to Fabian's thigh, lingering over his crotch. "Mmmmhmhm..." he chuckled, grabbing the large needle and plunging it into Fabian's leg. Fabian cried out, and then he sucked up Fabian's blood. He stopped, pulled the needle out and said, "There, there boy. You'll be in a better place soon enough," he muttered. He jabbed the needle into his leg, and injected the blood into his body. "AHHHH" he gasped, smiling bright, as his body seemed to shift a little. "There... there we go." Fran opened up all the cages, and then the mutants fled out, dragging Fran along with them. One of them was able to blast through the boulders quickly, and then the men were dragged away too. Suddenly, the only people there were Fabian, Yael, and the large man. "Well, lets go," the man said, hands outstretching. His body lifted off the ground, and the surge of power blew the table away, but Fabian was dead anyway. If Yael didn't react quickly, he'd find himself being thrown against a wall by a forcefield.
Yael Nachum seemed to feel the time move by slowly, as he watched the proceedings, the man killing Fabian, then the mutants dragging Fran away. Anger in Yael glaring daggers at the murderer. "You stupid bastard!" he shouted, as he did a barrel roll, out of the way of the blast as the anger and adrenaline pumped through his veins, "I will kill you!" Those anger filled, blue eyes turned white once more, as the same feeling that he had in the coffee shop flowed in his blood, focusing on heating up the room, but keeping himself moving. "You took him away from me," he added, his voice writhed with malice toward the man, "You will pay!"
The man only laughed out loud, as they all did when they felt the adrenaline rush of having such amazing powers in them. "I'm so, so very sorry," the man said, laughing. His hands were thrown upwards, and the shimmering blue color was seen as cages were lifted into the air by spheres of that color. Then he threw his hands at Yael, and they were sent barrelling towards Yael. "Oooo, dear. It's getting a little warm in here, isn't it?" he said, body levitating towards the corridor. "Well, lets go. It's only polite to take this kind of stuff outside, wouldn't you agree?" he said. The luminescent quality of the forcefields randomly generating from his hands guided him outside, and Yael was sure to follow behind. When he reached outside, he smiled and turned towards Yael. It was obvious, however, that the man couldn't control Fabian's powers.
Yael Nachum was all in, at this point, pissed as a swarm of bees, when their nest is bothered. When the an mentioned about going outside, the white eyes, blue haired boy nodded, the memory of getting stuck in the rain with Fabian coming back to him. He did indeed follow him outside, arms extending out, as heavy wind would start to blow all over the place, lifting the rage filled boy up a few inches into the air, if he managed it. As more blood trickled down from his nose, as he shouted, "DIE MOTHERFUCKER, DIE!" Eyes turned to the heavens as he pointed a hand to the clouds, clenched into a fist, and brought the fist downwards, hopefully sending a lightning strike down upon his opponent, hopefully smiting the bastard down. If the trick worked, the boy work drop to the ground, a spurt of blush gushing from the nose, before he dropped the the ground, heavy pants ensuing, as he tried to fight to stay conscious.
The man's eyes looked upwards, suddenly worried about what was going to happen. The forcefields began popping up everywhere in short, sporatic bursts of loud disruption. "Wh-what are you-" the lighting shot down and hit a forcefield just above him. "AHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, voice echoing about the empty island. Waves crashed hard upon the rocky shores, splashing water up onto the concrete. The forcefield shattered, and the man's eyes went wide, and he fell upon the wet concrete. If that wasn't enough, lightning kept going, and it shocked the water around the man's body. He siezed for a second... and then he was dead. The Danger Room reappeared, and the text upon the screen read Passed. Bryton walked in, "YAEL! Oh, you did so very swimmingly!" Bryton ran over to him, pulling him into a hug. Yael had actually done the best of all his students at his tests. "I'm so sorry you had to endure that. Forgive me, but you have prevailed. You will be excused from classes for a few days. Oh... Yael," he let him go and smiled. "Very, very well done. You are such a strong young man," he said, nearly tearing up with such pride. "None of it was real. Fabian is asleep, in your dorm right now. Please... go see." Bryton pulled something from his blazer, though and handed it to Yael. "This, my boy, was given to me by Mr. Breton himself, and it was given to him by his grandmother. It is a jewel, which he said gave him strength when he needed it most. You deserve it, here." It was a sapphire, attached to a simple gold chain. Bryton smiled at him.
Yael Nachum couldn't look up, when the Danger Room rematerialized, to look to see if he passed, only managing to push himself up, and wipe the blood off his face, with an arm. Next thing he knew, he felt arms embracing him in a hug, and hearing the voice that he had heard in his mind, during the test. "Thank you..."he said, at the compliments, but he couldn't really believe that Fabian was alright. It had seemed so real, how could he be alive? He focused his normal, blue eyes on the necklace, lifting his hand to take it, the sapphire in his palm. Fingers curled around it, as he said, "Thank you sir, I will do my best." Attention shifted to the door, before he added, "I think that I should head to bed, sir. I think I'm a bit weak, after that...thing I did..." with the say so, he would slowly make his way out of the danger room, through the control room, and into the hallway. Yael made his way to his dorm, glanced to check that Fabian was in bed, before plopping down on his own bed, smile on his face, an the jewel clutched tightly in his hand.
Yael Nachum didn't really have anything to bring, that would assist him, so he just headed straight to the danger room, stepping in, when the doors slid open for him. "Good evening, sir," he said, as he heard the doors slide to a close behind him, "glad to be back." Yael hadn't really used the danger room before, only looking for some peace and quiet. Feet moved forward, closer to the headmaster.
Bryton would turn to face Yael. "Hello, Yael. glad you've decided to make your return. Now, I must explain this in excellent detail for you. You are about to be put to a test unlike any other that you've experienced here. You will be forced to both use the full extent of your powers, and the full extent of your mind. Be prepared for anything, young one. Please, step into the Danger Room, and prepare yourself," Bryton said, standing up and giving the boy a slight nod and patting him on the back a little. "If you pass this, your life may just change..." Bryton said. When the boy made his way into the Danger Room, the door would close, and the metallic sound of the locks turning would sound. A slight breeze blew through the shining room. The screen lit up, and Bryton's voice sounded. "Remember. Think hard. Observe, fully." Text appeared on the screen. Custom Sequence, Activated.
Yael Nachum nodded, smiling, as he looked to the door, stepping through it, when he was told to, as she thought about those words. Life would change, if he passed? Yael thought about this, as the door closed, hearing the clicking of the locks. He felt the breeze all around him, as he awaited the test.
The shining white fiberglass suddenly disappeared and without warning, Yael would find himself in the cockpit of a jet plane. The floor shook and quivered, and alarms sounded from all around him. "WARNING WARNING, PLEASE DESCEND," a robotic woman's voice said. The pilot turned to look at Yael, huge headset flopping a little. "Come on! Control these storms, can't you?!" he shouted over all the noise, as the cabin quaked. Out of the windshield, Yael would see that the sky they flew in was grey, a color only broken by bright flashes of white lightning. He might even be able to hear the wind pushing and pulling the plane from it's designated course. "I CAN'T DECEND, SHUT UP!" the frustrated pilot belted at the control system. Tornados had formed all around them. "We don't got long to go, kid! Do your best to control this stuff!"
Yael Nachum was in bewilderment, until the chaotic scene registered in his mind, blue eyes looking left and right, then straight at the pilot, hands reaching out to grab something, in order to keep himself upright. Control the storms? Was that possible? Yael stared out of the windshield, focusing, on calming it. His eyes gained that white glaze over the blue, as he concentrated, the cockpit's inward temperature probably starting to warm. "No, no, no," he mumbled, as he realized what he was doing, "the storm, the storm, must stop the storm.” Blood would start to drip from his nose, after a while.
Bryton sighed a little, as he saw how difficult it was for Yael. Focus. You need only affect the eye. Bryton's voice echoed. "We're coming up to a clearing. Doplar indicating its the eye of the storm. Come on, kid. Disperse these clouds..." the pilot said. "It'll be a few minutes. All you need to do is make it so we can land.. Stable the air..." the pilot added, but yelped at the end when a flash of lightning illuminated the cabin. "I'm counting on you kid," the pilot said, shaking his head and pulling on the steering control.
Yael Nachum heard the voice, and wondered if it was the headmaster. Assuming it was, Yael's focused harder. Then when the pilot mentioned that they were coming to the eye, the message clicked in his mind. Focus on the eye, the eye, the israeli focused, reaching a hand out, closing the fingers, curling inwards, as he tried to part the storm from the inside.
Yael's efforts were not invain, though he wasn't entirely successful in dispersing it all. The wind slowed, and the tornadoes made their exit, but the lightning kept flashing and the rain and hail continued to fall. "That's right kid, just a little more!" the pilot shouted. He pushed down on the steering control and the plane took a deep nose-dive, but not without it's certain bumps. The plane felt as though it were going to break right in half. A flash of lightning bolted across the cockpit glass. "Kid! Calm that lightning before we get hit!" he roared, jerking up again. It was too dangerous, putting the tail up so high like that. "Calm that lightning for 5 minutes and I can get us landed!"
Yael Nachum was relieved to see that he was able to calm the storm somewhat, before he focused on the lightning, hand turning to the grey clouds, focusing on at least keeping the bolts from hitting the plane, by trying to send the strikes to the ground, away from where they were heading. At least that might help the pilot.
The pilot turned his head to look at Yael, and then decided to take the risk. He pushed hard down on the steering console, and the plane nosedived. If Yael wasn't holding onto anything, he might find it hard to stay standing. But before he knew it, the plane would be on the ground, with a loud skid sound and a horrendous thud as the pilot's head hit the wheel. Only by automatic steering was the plane stopped at all. The mechanic door opened itself, and Yael would find himself on an island, waves thrashing and crashing on all sides of it. It was small, only with a large, abandoned building on it at all. Windows were broken out, and one of the doors had fallen off the front, the other wide open. The inside was pitch dark, from what one could tell on the outside. A familiar, if only distantly, person dragged someone into the building, a few others flooding out to face Yael. 4 men, with similarly distant faces, stood in a fighting stance.
Yael Nachum had indeed grabbed something, the back of the copilot's chair, the wall, or anything that had shown itself to be a help from letting him fall unto his butt. Then, he had to glance around, to see that the plane and the storm disappeared, replaced by an island, and a abandoned building. Who was being dragged, who was doing the dragging? Four men wanting to fight. Who were they? They all seemed to be familiar...then it came to him. Light blue eyes narrowed, as he took a defensive position, according to the israeli style of martial arts. "What do ya'll want?" he asked, as he thought of a boy in particular. I WONDER WHO IT COULD BE?
The men all smiled, standing up and moving a bit closer, the other man disappearing within the halls of the abandoned building. "You boys move along. I can 'andle 'im," one of them said. The three of them nodded, knowing that they'd see him again. "Well well well, li'l Yael. Still as sexy as eva," he said, winking at the boy. "Look at this!" he said, lifting his hand into the air, which began glowing purple. "Got some tricks now!" he said, throwing his hand out. The purple energy from his hand expelled from his hand and bolted at Yael, and when it made contact with him, a loud bwaaaaaoooom! resounded. Yael would feel some sort of force upon his stomach, and he'd be thrown back against the plane, if he didn't dodge it that is. "OOOOH! NOICE!" the man shouted, laughing, as both of his hands began glowing with the same purple energy.
Yael Nachum felt the force of the blast hit his chest, sending crashing against the plane, with a thud. "Fuck," he let out, out, when he was able to stand once more, "didn't know you bastard could do that." He smirked glancing up at the sky. Whether or not the clouds were still gray, didn't really matter to Yael. If they were, it would make things easier for him. If they weren't, well, Yael would need to make them grey. Yael then glanced back to the plane, running straight for the entrance, clibing back inside, for cover. He didn't need the guy shooting at him, while he was concentrating. He glanced up at the sky again, from within the plane, eyes turning white once more, concentrating on making the sky grey, if it wasn't Next, once that part was finished, he would gaze at the four men, raising a fist above his head, and bringing it down, willing lightning to strike amongst the men. He wasn't aiming to kill them, but if one of them did get hit, then, AWESOME! Yael was only hoping to use the flash to create chaos, so that he could run out of the plane, running as fast as he could, at the men, attempting to punch the first man he saw move, and was closest too.
The man's eyes looked up at the sky, which was still grey. That distracted him as Yael attacked, and the man fell, purple energy dispersing from his hands. He trembled on the ground, seizing, drool even pouring from his mouth. Yael wouldn't need to attack him, obviously, as he was already down and out. However, screams began pouring from the inside of the abandoned building. Serious screams of fear, something was going down. Yael would find that the screams would lead him to where he needed to go.
Yael Nachum. Even if the man was down and out, Yael's fist would meet the guy's face, for good measure, and because it felt good. "Bloody bastard," he muttered, before the screams caught his attention. He ran to the open door, running through them, and into the dark, relying on the sound of the screaming to lead him to the danger.
Yael would find that the screams led him to a room, lit up by many small candles along the concrete walls. In the room sat about 60 cages, 50 of them holding people... mutants to be exact. Some were passed out, and some were shrieking in horror. On a table in the middle of the room, strapped there and in capacitated, laid Fabian Hughes, Yael's roommate. Standing by that table was a bigger man, also familiar to Yael from his explorations. He smiled and turned around. "Hello, Yael. Long time... no see," the man's deep voice said. A woman walked along the cages, shooting sharp dagger looks at them, and they silenced, and fell back against their cages, unconscious. She turned and gave a pleasant wave to him. The 3 men filed in from behind Yael and moved to stand over by the bigger man. "Just in time to see me gain such a useful power. Would you like to watch?" he asked. One of the men turned to look at Yael, and then suddenly, the man was behind Yael, grasping Yael's wrists [c]
[#] keeping him in place. The man was superhumanly strong, and Yael would find himself unable to move. Another one of the 3 men sat down, suddenly exhausted. And the last man, moved to the entry way to the room. He grunted, and pulled his hands down forcefully. The concrete from above cracked and then exploded, and large boulders built a barrier between the rest of the abandoned lab and this single room. Yael was trapped.
Yael Nachum's light blue eyes scanned the scene, for a moment, before letting out a gasp, when he saw Fabian. He would glare at the big man, as he said, "Fuck off, bitch!" Then he felt his arms restrained by the strong one. He struggled, hearing the boulder, somehow how knowing that it was closed. "You let him go," he breathed, after he realized the struggling was in vain, "or it's about to get cold in here, real fast." Those blue eyes would turn white again, as he started to concentrate.
The man smiled. "Oh, Yael. I do hope you refain. Fran there," the woman smiled and waved, "will be forced to knock you out, otherwise." Refrain, Yael. You will not pass if you are knocked unconscious. The big man turned around and looked down at Fabian, Fabian trembling, barely conscious, then back to Yael. "Oh, I see..." he cackled aloud. "You know this boy, don't you, pretty boy?" he asked. "Oh this is too rich. Well, I'll give you the option to take his place... Hows that sound?" he asked, laughing. Focus, Yael. Don't let him fool you. "Come on. Want to save your boyfriend?" he cooed. "Oh... I would love to stick you with my needle... just one more time..." The burly man moved over to him. "Your choice..." Let him go. Save yourself, and save the other mutants. Or you will not pass. "I'll make it an even better deal. Let me have your boyfriend, and all the other muties can go. I only need his power, after all..."
Yael Nachum shook his head. This sucks, he thought. It felt so real, the hold the strong guy had on him, that eerie look on the woman, and big man, wanting Fabian's powers. He couldn't help but think this was real, a little too real. The choice was a hard one. A bunch of mutants, or Fabian. Yael's eyes returned to normalcy, tears welling up in thoses blues, as he knew the answer he should make, but didn't want. What would Fabin do, he questioned himself, thinking hard. "Let the others go..."he finally said, feeling that he put his only friend to death, feeling like a part of his own heart was torn as well. This isn't happening...he thought, as he knew otherwise.
The man smiled and turned to move to Fabian's side. He leaned down and his face got really close to Fabian's. "Now, now, now... Where should I stick you?" his finger moved to twirl a bit of Fabian's hair. Then it moved to his face, plucking at his lip a little. "Here?" he said, finger settling on his neck. "Or maybe.... here?" his finger dragged across Fabian's chest. "Oh... I know..." he said, finger slowly making it's way down to Fabian's thigh, lingering over his crotch. "Mmmmhmhm..." he chuckled, grabbing the large needle and plunging it into Fabian's leg. Fabian cried out, and then he sucked up Fabian's blood. He stopped, pulled the needle out and said, "There, there boy. You'll be in a better place soon enough," he muttered. He jabbed the needle into his leg, and injected the blood into his body. "AHHHH" he gasped, smiling bright, as his body seemed to shift a little. "There... there we go." Fran opened up all the cages, and then the mutants fled out, dragging Fran along with them. One of them was able to blast through the boulders quickly, and then the men were dragged away too. Suddenly, the only people there were Fabian, Yael, and the large man. "Well, lets go," the man said, hands outstretching. His body lifted off the ground, and the surge of power blew the table away, but Fabian was dead anyway. If Yael didn't react quickly, he'd find himself being thrown against a wall by a forcefield.
Yael Nachum seemed to feel the time move by slowly, as he watched the proceedings, the man killing Fabian, then the mutants dragging Fran away. Anger in Yael glaring daggers at the murderer. "You stupid bastard!" he shouted, as he did a barrel roll, out of the way of the blast as the anger and adrenaline pumped through his veins, "I will kill you!" Those anger filled, blue eyes turned white once more, as the same feeling that he had in the coffee shop flowed in his blood, focusing on heating up the room, but keeping himself moving. "You took him away from me," he added, his voice writhed with malice toward the man, "You will pay!"
The man only laughed out loud, as they all did when they felt the adrenaline rush of having such amazing powers in them. "I'm so, so very sorry," the man said, laughing. His hands were thrown upwards, and the shimmering blue color was seen as cages were lifted into the air by spheres of that color. Then he threw his hands at Yael, and they were sent barrelling towards Yael. "Oooo, dear. It's getting a little warm in here, isn't it?" he said, body levitating towards the corridor. "Well, lets go. It's only polite to take this kind of stuff outside, wouldn't you agree?" he said. The luminescent quality of the forcefields randomly generating from his hands guided him outside, and Yael was sure to follow behind. When he reached outside, he smiled and turned towards Yael. It was obvious, however, that the man couldn't control Fabian's powers.
Yael Nachum was all in, at this point, pissed as a swarm of bees, when their nest is bothered. When the an mentioned about going outside, the white eyes, blue haired boy nodded, the memory of getting stuck in the rain with Fabian coming back to him. He did indeed follow him outside, arms extending out, as heavy wind would start to blow all over the place, lifting the rage filled boy up a few inches into the air, if he managed it. As more blood trickled down from his nose, as he shouted, "DIE MOTHERFUCKER, DIE!" Eyes turned to the heavens as he pointed a hand to the clouds, clenched into a fist, and brought the fist downwards, hopefully sending a lightning strike down upon his opponent, hopefully smiting the bastard down. If the trick worked, the boy work drop to the ground, a spurt of blush gushing from the nose, before he dropped the the ground, heavy pants ensuing, as he tried to fight to stay conscious.
The man's eyes looked upwards, suddenly worried about what was going to happen. The forcefields began popping up everywhere in short, sporatic bursts of loud disruption. "Wh-what are you-" the lighting shot down and hit a forcefield just above him. "AHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, voice echoing about the empty island. Waves crashed hard upon the rocky shores, splashing water up onto the concrete. The forcefield shattered, and the man's eyes went wide, and he fell upon the wet concrete. If that wasn't enough, lightning kept going, and it shocked the water around the man's body. He siezed for a second... and then he was dead. The Danger Room reappeared, and the text upon the screen read Passed. Bryton walked in, "YAEL! Oh, you did so very swimmingly!" Bryton ran over to him, pulling him into a hug. Yael had actually done the best of all his students at his tests. "I'm so sorry you had to endure that. Forgive me, but you have prevailed. You will be excused from classes for a few days. Oh... Yael," he let him go and smiled. "Very, very well done. You are such a strong young man," he said, nearly tearing up with such pride. "None of it was real. Fabian is asleep, in your dorm right now. Please... go see." Bryton pulled something from his blazer, though and handed it to Yael. "This, my boy, was given to me by Mr. Breton himself, and it was given to him by his grandmother. It is a jewel, which he said gave him strength when he needed it most. You deserve it, here." It was a sapphire, attached to a simple gold chain. Bryton smiled at him.
Yael Nachum couldn't look up, when the Danger Room rematerialized, to look to see if he passed, only managing to push himself up, and wipe the blood off his face, with an arm. Next thing he knew, he felt arms embracing him in a hug, and hearing the voice that he had heard in his mind, during the test. "Thank you..."he said, at the compliments, but he couldn't really believe that Fabian was alright. It had seemed so real, how could he be alive? He focused his normal, blue eyes on the necklace, lifting his hand to take it, the sapphire in his palm. Fingers curled around it, as he said, "Thank you sir, I will do my best." Attention shifted to the door, before he added, "I think that I should head to bed, sir. I think I'm a bit weak, after that...thing I did..." with the say so, he would slowly make his way out of the danger room, through the control room, and into the hallway. Yael made his way to his dorm, glanced to check that Fabian was in bed, before plopping down on his own bed, smile on his face, an the jewel clutched tightly in his hand.
