[IC] Push or Jump | The Fight For Survival

[iSuspect]

Samson eyes opened up as he jolted upward in bed, which was in an all white room. His eyebrow raised up as he wondered how did he get there exactly. The last thing he remembered was standing in line at the local grocery store and then walking outside to his car after paying for the items. But after that, it's all a blur. He raised his hand up to rub the back of his head then turned towards the plexiglass window and walked over towards it. Where was he? How did he get here? His mind was racing, causing his head to ache with severe pain.

He outstretched his hands and tried to move an object but nothing happened. Another brow raised up as he walked back over to the bed and sat back down with a sigh. A gasp came through his parted lips when the door to his room opened up with a hiss. The face of the male entering seemed familiar as he held his hands up. "I come in peace." The male laughed then sat down in a chair. "Who are you?" Samson asked while staring at the male. "I was so sure that you would remember me, Samson. I am Johnny McDermott." At the hearing of that name, Samson knew exactly who he was. He outstretched his hand to move the male back but again, nothing happened.

Johnny laughed and stood up, waving his arms around the room. "I designed these rooms to be power free. Not even I can push you." He said while turning heel and walking out of the room. Samson knew that Johnny worked for the Division, hell, he was their leader and knew that he had his father and mother killed when he was a mere teenager. The next time he had saw Johnny, he was going to exact his revenge but couldn't do anything right now anyway.

His mind wandered off as he sat back down on his bed, wondering why was he brought here. And what did Johnny mean by these rooms? Were there more to come? His head went back to hurting as he did nothing but laid back down in the bed and wondered who his roommate was going to be.

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Michelle eyes fluttered open as she smiled but then realized that she was not in her own room. She was in some sort of lab but how she got there was the most important question. She slipped out of her bed, furiously as she tried to teleport herself somewhere else but nothing. She screamed rather loudly then ran over towards the plexiglass window, staring out of it. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She felt like the room was getting smaller and smaller but of course, it wasn't.

Her eyes looked towards the door as it opened and a male with white hair stepped in with a smirk and grim laughter. "I finally caught you, MJ. Probably think I never would, didn't you?" Michelle walked up to the male, pointing her index finger at his chest. "Where the hell am I?" She asked in tone that demanded an answer. The white haired male chuckled and stuck his hands inside of his trench coat pockets. "Me and my team teamed up with another group that hunts down people similar to you. And we had our builders build this lab and wipe out your abilities, slowly." Michelle couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Vermin. She thought to herself as her doors opened up and the division brought in another person. "That there is your roommate. Enjoy." The white haired male, who name was Sanford. She looked over at the male then raised a brow at him. "So, what did you do to get in here?" She joked about the place as if it was a prison, which it was for people like herself.

[Pascal]

”Bring her back here. I will call 911.” A tall, dark-haired man said, gesturing to Jamie, and another man, who was blonde. They were both holding the arms of an unconscious woman, who was bleeding from multiple injuries. Jamie seemed to trust the man, and he lifted the brunt of the weight as the other man unlocked the door and pushed it open. They brought the woman inside and rested her on the table. “No, you are not calling anyone.” The blonde said, a bit threatening in his tone. The man that Jamie arrived with seemed hesitant about trusting some stranger, but Jamie was insistent. Even the dark-haired man seemed surprised by Jamie’s trust. “He’s a stitcher!” She claimed. The man’s eyes widened, and he shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about… I am not—“ He was cut off as the man bluntly argued. “Shut up. Can’t you see she’s dying?!” He asked, gesturing to the darker skinned woman once more. The man looked between the group, and then groaned, turning his attention to the woman, tending to her wounds in moments.

Jamie was jolted awake by the usual, culprit, electric shocks to her system. Her eyes snapped open as her muscles tensed and tightened. She let out a scream, but stifled it after a few moments on her own. She knew that it only made her situation harder when they made her suffer the consequences. The Division had their labs set up very well. They knew what Jamie was, and they wanted to know what she saw. She had thus far resisted for the most part, but she was losing her will. Every morning she was woken with shocks, and then a vice came over the speaker, demanding to know what she saw. She usually gave BS responses, things that she thought they might want to hear, but they didn’t mean anything, and they sure as hell weren’t the things she actually saw.

“I see myself frolicking in a freaking field.” She said, spitting. A few more shocks jolted her, and made her feel ill. They liked to get her drunk, which made her visions stronger, and lowered her inhibitions. As a result, she woke to shocks, in addition to a hangover…every, single, morning.

“You are never leaving this place.” The voice said, and then it cut off. Jamie took a few deep breaths, trying to center herself, without going back into the visions. That was the hardest part. She wanted to escape, but if she hid in her visions, if she continued to watch, then they would drag her out and demand answers. Jamie must have fallen asleep at some point, and she woke when people were unstrapping her from the chair and dragging her down a hallway. She pulled her arms, but the grip tightened. Those in the Division made sure to limit abilities, but there were some areas where they wanted the supernaturals to still have their abilities. The walk was long, as they were bringing Jamie to a building where she couldn’t have her visions. Her powers were blocked here, and she could feel the weight on her as they entered the area.

They brought her to a room with another man, which surprised her greatly. Before, she had shared a room with a woman. It hadn’t gone very well, though. To begin with, the girl was incredibly weak, and because she was weak, Jamie had tried to harden. They didn’t want Jamie to harden. They wanted her to feel as if it was hopeless, like she was never going to get anywhere. Further, she started to have visions about the girl, and they wanted her to have visions about some other people… like the son of a pair that they had disposed of quite a few years before. The man, Samson, was strong, and could certainly pose a threat, given the right circumstances.

Being around someone who still remembered the feeling of sunlight on their skin might make her feel even worse, and since it was an apparently stubborn and obnoxious man, she might just give up and give in. What the Division had not realized, however, was that their watcher already had a vision of the man who would become her roommate, she just had to pull the pieces back together. Jamie fell to the ground when they tossed her in the room, and was slow to get up, still obviously a little drunk. When she saw the man, her eyes widened, but she kept quiet. She wasn’t going to tell them that this was the man she saw. Instead, she backed against the wall and sat down, pulling her legs up against her. She needed to rest, and the less she talked, the better it was for everyone.