[center][h2][color=cyan]Sander Lorraine[/color][/h2]
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Sander was still in the computer lab when the alarm began to blare across campus. He was on his feet in an instant, knocking the paper cup of coffee over. The scalding beverage pooled at his feet, forgotten, while he stood in silence, listening intently for the message that was meant for them. He knew he should probably do something. They were being sent into a warzone; the least he could do was find a weapon or something. Then again, that was a moot point. The Director made her intentions clear; he would have to use his power in this fight by using the blood of his teammates. They didn’t even have the courtesy to provide him with blood bags. It was an emergency, but surely a facility of this size must have some medical equipment ready at all times. Or was this another test? For what reason? Why must they keep doing this again and again, keep testing the control that he did not have? 

It was not long after that before guards started coming over and herded him toward his designated vehicle. He complied quietly, but his head was elsewhere at that moment. Looking at his red-tinted cuff, he pondered about his teammates. Two of those names he was already familiar with. Christmas and Kusari were his roommates after all, though the revelation regarding Christmas’ power did surprise him. Which meant that if he got injured…

[i]Soft flesh gave beneath his fingers, precious red gushing out.[/i]

He let out a sharp breath, recalling other names from his group. There was Emma, Lawrence and Hazel. He thought he knew Lawrence from before. Indeed, there was someone introduced with that name at their welcome ‘ceremony’. The other two were unknown to him, but he figured they would meet soon enough. Not that he was looking forward to it. There was nothing wrong with meeting new people, as long as they didn’t test the limit of his self-restrain like a certain blond boy. What he had a problem with was their destination. He expected combat to be an integral part of his new life here in USARILN East; he just didn’t expect there would be teammates involved. Much like his issues with roommates, Sander feared he would lose control. And he definitely would. It was a crucial part of his power, making him a weapon to be unleashed upon monsters. No one else should be caught in the crossfire. 

It was his fault. He played the part too well; they mistook him for something he was not. They thought too highly of his control. 

All his fault. 

The truck loomed over him. The scent of coffee was unmistakable. Sander grimaced and focused on his breathing, but the aroma remained. 

This was going to be a long ride.