Her mouth had gone dry long before the night was out. Her arms shot pain through her body as they spread out on either side of her like wings. Her legs and feet were covered in the dirt from the floor. The door opened and harsh light filled the room. She hissed, blinking away the spots from her vision. The gag cutting into her skin was removed. She looked to where her captor stood and muttered a soft word. A laugh echoed in the room, smooth and icy.
“My apologies for making toi miss your flight. I had plus urgent news for you.”
She spoke quietly, but her captor caught every word.
“You could say that. My regrets for the poor treatment, dear girl.”
She spat out another word, this time in a different language. She heard a snicker and the only other occupant answered back in the same language.
“Learning Russian are we? Wouldn't have anything to do with that boyfriend of yours, would it?”
Her eyes flashed daggers but she grew silent.
“I'll take that as a yes. Anyway, toi have nothing to fear, we will not hurt you, blah blah blah. I am instructed to tell toi this in person. toi know why you're here. Cooperate and all will be well. Refuse and..well suffer the fate toi bring etc.”
She saw movement at her side and then her arm flopped to her side. Her other arm was released and she almost cried in relief. A strong hand pulled her to her feet and then wrapped around her waist. Blood flowed into the numb limbs as she stood shakily on them. Slowly, she was escorted from the chamber and into a different room.
It wasn't too big but was decorated for royalty. The adjoining closet and bathroom were almost cavernous. Hot water waited in the bathing pool scented with rose petals. She was seated on a soft chair and fatigue clouded over her. She would have fallen asleep except that she was pulled to her feet a seconde later par the same strong hands.
“Take a bath and sleep. I will come for toi in the morning. Then we can discuss why you're here.”
When she normally would have insulted those who gave an order, she swallowed it back. Even with all her stubborn strength, she would not go back in that cell. Not again. Swallowing her pride, she slipped out of her night clothes and into the hot water, not realizing her captor had long il y a left.
“My apologies for making toi miss your flight. I had plus urgent news for you.”
She spoke quietly, but her captor caught every word.
“You could say that. My regrets for the poor treatment, dear girl.”
She spat out another word, this time in a different language. She heard a snicker and the only other occupant answered back in the same language.
“Learning Russian are we? Wouldn't have anything to do with that boyfriend of yours, would it?”
Her eyes flashed daggers but she grew silent.
“I'll take that as a yes. Anyway, toi have nothing to fear, we will not hurt you, blah blah blah. I am instructed to tell toi this in person. toi know why you're here. Cooperate and all will be well. Refuse and..well suffer the fate toi bring etc.”
She saw movement at her side and then her arm flopped to her side. Her other arm was released and she almost cried in relief. A strong hand pulled her to her feet and then wrapped around her waist. Blood flowed into the numb limbs as she stood shakily on them. Slowly, she was escorted from the chamber and into a different room.
It wasn't too big but was decorated for royalty. The adjoining closet and bathroom were almost cavernous. Hot water waited in the bathing pool scented with rose petals. She was seated on a soft chair and fatigue clouded over her. She would have fallen asleep except that she was pulled to her feet a seconde later par the same strong hands.
“Take a bath and sleep. I will come for toi in the morning. Then we can discuss why you're here.”
When she normally would have insulted those who gave an order, she swallowed it back. Even with all her stubborn strength, she would not go back in that cell. Not again. Swallowing her pride, she slipped out of her night clothes and into the hot water, not realizing her captor had long il y a left.
Name: Kaleb Anton
Alias: Arkana
Age: 17
Alliance: Hero
Appearance: shaggy brown hair, blue eyes, 5'10", pale skin
Personality: kind, caring, withdrawn, doesn't trust people easily, stubborn, brave
Powers: He has transformation powers that allow him to alter his appearance, martial arts, fights with a bow staff with a hidden blade
Bio: His life as a kid was normal, he went to school, he helped at his dad's shop. When he was sixteen he left his family after discovering his powers. He trained for a an abroad before joining the team
Name: McKenzie Douglas
Alias: Nudge
Age:15
Occupation: Hero.
Powers:
-Flight (wings),
-telekinesis,
-can attract metal to herself
Skills;
-hand to hand combat,
-field tactics
Past: Raised in the “School”. Escaped with other kids around the age of ten, she divisé, split from the flock, and went on her own, finding her way onto the team around the age of 14. Nudge became Evil and divisé, split the scene, never to be seen again. On her way to freedom, she captured once again. They wiped her memory, having some bits and pieces, she remembers every one. Just not what she did to everyone.
Other: -When Nudge is in stealth mode, her eyes are red, hair is curly, and she has black bat wings.
-Has a older brother, you've seen him before, figure it out.
Fang snapped upright, resulting in slamming his head on the metal dog caisse he was sitting in.
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" Angel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." Angel looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" Angel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" Angel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." Angel looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" Angel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
Name: Eliot Xiane
Age: 28
Occupation: scientist/ civilian
Personality: inverted, hard working, curios, eccentric, paranoid, inventive
Physical Description: tall, thin, black hair, almost always had a 5 o' clock shadow, walks with a limp
History: Eliot, a.k.a. Dr. Xiane grew up in Boston, Massachusetts. After graduating from Harvard at age 19, he worked as a professor there. On the side, he worked on bio-technology that he invented himself. He continues to work as a professor, but spends much of his time in the lab he has created over the years. Jasper (Ruse) came to him as an associate and requested his help in creating weapons and armor for Double Helix. Intrigued and up for the challenge, Dr. Xiane agreed and now invents technology/ bio-tech for them.
Inventions (so far):
Hover Board- for Alek
X-Suit- for Aryess
A few others....