The Testing ☢ The Pain ☣ The Revolt /v.2 -accepting

[~ R I P T I D E ~]

Brook looked at him "I don't think I want to" she said. Looking at him annoyed. Chase looked at her and snatched up the keys from her hand and tossed them to the guard. "There going to hurt you if you don't do what they ask" he said looking at her and raising his eye brow again.

Damien :: Guard
Damien caught the keys with ease. "Smart kid there. Should listen to him more" he said before glancing at warily at the other prisoners then walking off to go find his K-9 and the idiotic girl who attacked him.

Zane :: K-9
Zane growled, slamming into the door without hesitation, hardly feeling in pain. He faltered only for a moment when sunlight hit his eyes, blinding him for a second. Adjusting to the sudden natural brightness, he took off after Joey, not staying on her heels but staying a good yard away. He growled as he watched her go up a tree, snarled when he saw the threat of a knife. He started barking like a dog barking at a cat up a tree. The noise ought to alert others.

Joey
Joey smirked and crawled up higher. "I know what your doing but I can get away," She looked around and saw a tree connecting to her's. She climbed over to the next tree and continued until she was tired, resting on a high branch.

[fiver]

Eric looked at him and frowned. "You did nothing wrong..." Growls as he looks over at Darryl. His anger sparked and he Got up and arrived over to the guy who had attacked him. He lifted him up by e collar and growled. "You better have a freaking Phenomenon Excuse for me not to the you apart." His hazel eyes held a furious blaze in them. "Oh. And to make you cooperate." He used his other hand to fire a shot into Eleven's side. Eleven made a dry choak in his unresponsive state.Eric then looked to the albino.

One crawled over next to Max.

[Ayato ototochan]

Max
He whimpered and watched Eric and flinched at the shot "stop it! Eric please stop it!" Tears streamed down his face "don't hurt daddy please!" He looked at one "please make him stop hurting daddy!!"

Gtg ride my horse )

[j. bourne]

Darryl stared into the guy's eyes, trying not to struggle for breath. He'd only been picked up like this once before, and it had been by his father. A gun pointed at Eleven again scared the crap out of him, but he couldn't react. Eyes clouded over, but he managed to choke out, "Have you ever loved someone that didn't love you back? And you tried to find refuge from the hurt for years, but found none? And when you finally found that one person that could love you, everyone was trying to kill them? Standing between that person and whoever is trying to harm them is tough," Darryl didn't exactly hear himself speak, but he hoped it sounded good. Closing his eyes, he gave a ragged sigh, "But I never meant to hurt anyone... Never... I was only afraid of letting me hurt myself..." Not struggling against the man's grip, he muttered, "Maybe father was right... Maybe I am a monster that society shouldn't have to see... Do what you wish with me..." Coughing, the lanky albino looked up at the sky, hoping maybe his mother would come back and take him away with her. His father had been right after all these years... He was a monster...

[fiver]

Eric glanced at Max a bit before still holding a death grip on Darryl. "Max, stay out of this." He said. One frowned. "But I can't unless I go in his mind Max..." Then looking to Darryl as he spoke. His hazel eyes lost the fire and he frowned. He wasn't expecting for him to actually give a good excuse. He sat the albino down next to Eleven growling. "You hurt max again I'll kill you." That was his wanting. The kids words troubling him, he glanced at Eleven and then the blood pooling from his side before taking the Needle near him on the ground and looking to Max and one.

[j. bourne]

Head pounding and vision blurred, Darryl coughed as he was set down. He rubbed his neck and sat up next to Eleven. A troubled look crossed his face, and he muttered, "That I cannot promise you, but I will try not to... If it makes any difference, you should get me back for everything I've done wrong... Like hurting 'Max' and your female friend..." Watching the needle in the guy's hand, he shuddered and looked back down at Eleven, grapsing both of his cold hands. Darryl gave them a light squeeze, in hopes of geting a response. Not having the patience, he lay back down beside Eleven and forced himself to forget about thr pain in his back. He honsetly didn't know how to save Eleven, and it broke his heart to think of what would happen. Holding Eleven's hand as he lay on the ground, he closed his eyes and wished life had a reset button.

[fiver]

Eric frowned listening to him. "You mean Genive? She's the one who wanted us to go back and save you because she was worried about you. She was the one who believed in you, Trusted you, cared about you, Then you shot her. " He spit each word. "I hope it haunts you till you die. And I hope Eleven dies too. And that haunts you as well. eleven didn't squeeze back, his breathing Labored and gaspy.

[j. bourne]

Darryl gave a low hiss and pushed himself to his feet, digging around in his pocket for something. Sure, it would haunt him, but not as much as Eleven dying. He found his trusty combat knife and held it behind his back. Giving a growl, he glanced at Max, "And I hope this haunts all of you until you die as well!" Flicking his knife infront of him, he charged at the man with a loud yell. Darryl intended on using it, wether he was breaking his new promise or not. Thrusting the knife forward, he cut through the guy's shirt and down his back. Darryl jumped away and grabbed his foe's dark hair, holding his head back. He held the knife to his throat, making sure it rested directly on the skin. Slowly, he turned the guy to face Max and the other dude. He gave a low hiss, then spat, "Yes, I certainly hope this haunts you guys for the rest of your miserable lives!" Darryl blinked and wondered wether he should make it quick and painless or long and excruciating.

[fiver]

Eric flinched as Darryl brought out a knife and charged. His eyes widened when he felt the blade cut down his back through his shirt and the grip on his hair as he winced feeling his blood ran down his back and he looked at Max and one struggling in his grip. One frowned looking at Darryl growling some. "Leave him alone!" He growled. Eleven lowly took fewer breaths, his skin pale.

[j. bourne]

His mind was racing, both trying to keep conciousness and thoughts rolling. Darryl still needed to save Eleven and himself while teaching these guys a lesson. A voice drew him away from his thoughts and he looked at the kid next to Max. Removing the blade from his hostage's neck, he pointed it at the multi-pure threatingly and hissed, "You stay out of this, Pretty Boy, or would you like some of this too?" Darryl couldn't hear Eleven's raspy breath anymore and he almost had a panic attack. Letting his guard down and lowering his knife, he turned to look at his friend. His skin was pale and he'd lost a lot of blood. Not good. Turning back, his thoughts began racing again and he forgot about everything around him. Probably not the best idea considering the knife was still at about chest level...