Xanthe cringed slightly as she slowly rose to her feet, taking careful steps over to the stairs. When she reached them, with her back turned to Zak, she spoke. “From you? I want nothing. Oh, and a piece of advice. Don’t move the curtains if you don’t want anyone finding you. It’s an obvious giveaway, and who knows who else is out there. Take care of yourself, I guess. Though I could really care less,” she said, distant and mechanical in her words. It was as though she was in a different place at that point, like she had already moved on to something worth her time.
With that, she started walking down the stairs.
Jason crossed his arms and eyed the guy, top to bottom. “If you must know, I’ve already searched this part of town. A week ago. I’m just making my rounds—checking rigs and pots. Other than that, seeing as this is practically a ghost town, there’s nothing more for me to do until something happens.”
Zak watched Xanthe, if Xan didn't want anything to do with Zak? And if she didn't care? It didn't make sense, though she wasn't veyr bright. She just watched as Xan left, ehr advice made sense, she should be more careful about that curtain, now that she knew for a fact that there were other people around here. She also needed a weapon, a good one, to fend anyone who came up off, hopefully not everyone here had that power that Xan had.
Xanthe walked out of the building, wishing she would've stopped the other girl before getting hit. It was always like this. The guards had taken advantage of her weakness numerous times. Whenever she got hit, she had a terrible reaction. Ever since the third experiment caused her to become a mild hemophiliac, and the forth caused her body to mutate and develop the self destructive powers. Sure, she was strong mentally, but that was only because she made her power attack her body and not her mind... Having herself go crazy with her powers would end in disaster. She walked through to the middle of the street before collapsing, out cold from internal blood loss. Hopefully it would right itself out soon...
"Yeah." he said, though nothing really happened around here that he'd seen, Jason was the first person he'd seen in a long time, other han that it had been pretty boringly quiet here. He turned and walke ddown the road, he hadn't really explored this section, so now he looekd around, checking down alleys and seeing if he saw anything interesting.
Jason crouched down and scanned the area from a new perspective. He was clearly checking one of his ‘pots’ as his unit codenamed them. Everyone else may know them as bombs. They were well hidden and strategically placed. Most just looked like a piece of garbage. After deducing nothing had been touched, Jason arose. “I’m curious of one thing…” he said suddenly. “If you were a sergeant in the Xperime military… Why did you need a job so badly as to come with the mysterious REN?”
Sabien gritted his teeth,
"None of your buisness." he muttered at Jason. This was a very touchy subject for him, he still believed he was fired unjustly and that he should still have a job as a gaurd. The patient had attacked him, he'd just defended himself. Sabien kept walkinga dn turned down a street, he picked the pace up so he was jogging almost running.
Jason raised his eyebrow as Sabien jogged off. "Touchy subject, I presume," he mumbled to himself. "I'll take note of that." He continued on at a slower pace, not bothering to try and catch up with the other guy. He didn't feel like running around like crazy today. It was just to kill time, anyway.
Sabien kept moving and turning down a rather long street he stopped. He thought he was something, or someone crumpled on the sidewalk, he walked slowly over and looked at teh crumpled object. No it wans't an object, it was a girl, a thin, sickly looking girl, but a girl all the same, he wans't sure of her age, she was too scrawny for him to tell. She looked like she'd passed out. Sabien squatted down near her and looked at her, wondering what to do.
Zak had gone back to the window to look out, this time she was at the side of the window and teh curtain was just pushed back a little for her to see, but not enough for herself to be seen. She Xanthe lying on the side walk and a large, muscular young man squatting near her. The man was scarred up and looked dangerous, Zak wasn't sure what he was doing or going to do Xanthe, she hoped he didn't hurt the older girl though, at leats not when she was unconcious and couldn't fight back.
Xanthe was paler than usual with the blood pooling around where she was hit. It made her tattoos stand out drastically, especially her barcode. Needless to say, she was oblivious to the man crouching over her and the other still back rounding the first corner. Her breathing was incredibly shallow, it almost seemed as if she would die. But she wouldn't. She never did. The mutated genes that made her weak were also responsible for attacking the hemophilic blood. It was starting to clot, meaning she wouldn't bleed entirely to death. But she'd be in too weak to do anything for a while. That's for sure. The bloody bruise forming on her stomach pained her enough that she moaned slightly, her face showing the pain.
Sabien frowned at teh girl, she looedk like she'd been hit or something. That ha dto mean there was at least one other person beside this girl, Jason, and him in this 'abandoned' ghost town. Or somethingthing, but probably a person. He looekd over at Jason, to see if he'd come to the same conclusion. Sabien stood up, he wasn't a medic and he saw this person's 'barcode', she was an asylum patient, from his country. Sabien didn't know hwo to help her, plus he didn't want to help her and than have her recognizing him, that would be dangerous.
Jason crouched down by the girl after Sabien stood. He examined her quickly and proceeded to scan his surroundings. He glanced at Sabien. “That window—ground floor. She just came out of it—you can see the dust on her clothes and the clean spot on the sill. Whatever attacked her is probably in there.” He started looking for wounds on the girl, so he could figure out if he had the training to help her. He touched the tattoo. “A…barcode? Odd tattoo for someone to get,” he mumbled. The Xperime facilities were a well-kept secret to the other countries. He, as a Naviendan, had no knowledge of them.
Sabien looked up, he saw a curtain over a window and thought eh saw movement, but then again he'd thought he'd seen movement all week and it hadn't been true,s o he ignored it, he didn't se eit again after all. He heard Jason's comment about the tattoo and frowned until he remember Jason wasn't Xperime. He decided to not disclose why she had a barcode tattoed on her, he would've ha done of those barcodes on him if it'd been discovered that he was a shapeshifter, but he'd never been discovered.
"I'm going to check this building." he said stiffly, he walked into thebuidling and looekd around eth first floor, no one, nothing, he headed up the stairs.
Zak heard someone heading up the stairs, someone heavier than Xanthe had been. She looked around for something to use as a weapon, and her eyes fell upon an old janitor's closet, sh eopened it adn grabbed the first thing she saw, a semi0broken wood handled broom.
Jason nodded as Sabien went to inspect the building, making sure to cast a quick glance at it every once in a while. Though taking down this frail girl probably wasn’t a challenge, you never know what you could be up against. He was prepared to intervene should it come to it. He discovered the odd bruise on her stomach, and realized he couldn’t do anything for her. The wound was internal and unlike anything he had ever seen. He watched the building even closer now, building up a charge. Just in case.
The two destructive forces worked diligently to cancel each other out and allow Xanthe to be normal again. She started to stir the slightest bit. She opened her eyes enough to see the blurred outline of a broad figure—definitely not Zak—but was too weak to do anything about it.
No one was on the second floor either. Sabien storme dup the stairs of teh third floor as almost at the top when some hard smashed into hsi head. HE stumbled back a bit, stunned and putting his hand he looked up, he saw a tiny girl in black and gray holding a broom stick and standing at the top of teh stairs. He was breathing hard and had gone back for another swing, this time Sabien ducked and jumped up teh few remaining stairs tackling the small girl to the ground and wrenching the stick out of her hands. He toose dteh stick across teh room adn eyed the girl, wodnering who she was,
"Who are you?" he asked coldly.
Zak satred at the large man who'd taken her brook stick away, she wished she was bigger and stronger, so she could fight, but she ocudn't beat this guy. He was standing to ehr left now, in tehw ay of getting the broomstick back, but not in the wya of the stairs. Zak darted forward, she felt the man's fingers brush her arm in an attempt to grab her as she ran down the stairs, her small feet pounding the wood as she half jumped half ran down teh three flights of stairs. The man was following her.
It hadn’t been too long before Jason heard the sound of floorboards thumping as two sets of legs ran down them. He positioned himself near the entrance, ready to disable whatever dared come through it and out into the open. He was surprised when a small little girl popped out. She looked really young, like eleven or twelve. Nonetheless, Sabien was obviously chasing her. With a crack, Jason sent a burst of lightening out in front of her in warning. “Stop and drop to the ground, hands up and visible,” he said in his militant way.
Xanthe was conscious enough now to know something was going on. She used the sudden explosion of noise to give her gumption enough to roll and painful prop herself up on her elbow. Her hair spilled over her face and blocked some of her blurry sight, but she saw what she assumed was Zak and the broad outline from earlier. She heard another coming from the building.
Zak came to a halt quickly and glanced behind her at the big man and then too the this new guy, she glanced at Xanthe. Her hands were shaking, she couldn't move, this guy could strike her with lightening or the big guy behind her could hit her. Xanthe looked concious, but was weak and sickly.
"Who are you?" the big man asked, blocking her way back into the building, a bruise was forming where she hit him in the head with the broom.
Xanthe let out a sharp breath as she pushed herself up farther. “N..mh..” she managed. Apparently, she couldn’t speak well at the moment as she trembled in pain. So, she did the obvious thing. She used a little bit of her power—just enough so she could communicate. Just establishing enough of a connection where they could hear her. No… you came to us… to our place in this miserable city. It is you who should be answering your question… Who are you?
Jason flinched at the sudden voice. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere at once. He glanced at Sabien to see if he was the only one who heard it or not. He finally looked over to the now conscious girl. It must be her.
Sabien barely flinched at the sound of teh voice in his head, he'd learned not to hsow when something odd happened. At the asylum a lot of the patients tried things like that on the gards in an attempt to escape. Sabien turned to the girl on the ground,
"Don't ever do that again." he said his voice hard and cold.
Zak didn't answer the question adn instead stayed still except for her shaking hands, she looked from the lightening guy to the scarred guy. They both were dangerous and no wboth were looking at Xanthe, maybe, just maybe...Zak started to slowly back away from the group of people, hoping not to be noticed.
Xanthe lifted her head enough to see them, and noticed Zak trying to slip away. Sure, the girl was the one who agitated her hemophilia, but she wasn’t coldhearted. If these two were hostile, she didn’t mind Zak escaping. She took a breath. “w..wh…o...a-a…re y-you?” She tried, but it was barely audible and difficult. She resorted back to her original plan, not really caring of the consequences. Sorry, my only form of communication at the moment. Kind of in rough shape if you haven’t noticed. It takes too much to speak. So, Navienda soldier and—from your lack of reaction I’m guessing Xperime guard, who are you people?
Jason didn’t notice the other girl slipping away. He was trying to figure the mind-reader out. Sabien seemed totally used to this sort of thing, for some reason, but he was totally foreign to this. He crossed his arms and waited to see what Sabien would do at her ‘disobedience.’ It was strange to have someone talking through their mind, but he could kind of understand. She wasn’t in the shape to do anything else.
"I told you not to do that!" Sabien growled, glaring at the girl, ye she was use dto it adn didn't react with surprise or anything to it, but he still didn't like people inside his head. He took a few steps forward and looked down at her, she'd live, he coul tell, she was getting stronger already, slwoly, very slowly, but she'd be back to whatever normal was for her soon.
Zak continued toe back away quietlly, she was very clos eto an alley she could slip in, just a few steps more. She wtached to see what the big guy would do to Xanthe as she moved.