[center][h2][color=deepskyblue] Marcus Winters [/color][/h2][/center]

 [color=cyan] Marcus took a step back. His face expression took a sour turn. The teen felt that his ears mislead him. Clapping his hands together, he brought them to his face and exhaled a large amount of air. Marcus couldn't look at Curt and cracked his neck by instantly looking to the left. 

 "If this is going to be a competition, all you're going to taste is the silver medal," Marcus snorted. He brought his eyes back to the lizard man. It was a tough call but Marcus was going to rely on all of his strength and power to fight. It was not Marcus' first fight; however, he never had the opportunity to spar with a lizard hybrid. 

 He wasn't solely fixed on fighting, but the idea of possibly being free was something he could not pass up. Kurt seemed like an okay of a person despite the scaly figure. Though in this situation, winner takes all, right? Marcus was beginning to have trouble questioning his morals.  [/color]

[center][h2][color=limegreen]Narrative [/color][/h2][/center]

[color=deepskyblue]It was then that the teens prepared themselves. Something queer was happening to the room. The adolescents were losing the balance as the room shifted and stirred. The walls were expanding and the floor was becoming distorted. The entire process was nauseating. Imagine a roller coaster ride traveling in a room full of crooked mirrors; that would not be as imbalanced and sickening as this room change. 

 The white tiles began going through color palettes. Splotches of blue and green were appearing. The ceiling started distancing itself from the teens. Words could not describe the changes that occurred.

 If the teens were to react, they might be hit by more shock. After overcoming their imbalances, they would notice the oblivious changes to the room. A white void was no more. Everything had shifted to fit a different environment. 

 The ceiling was non-existent. All that could be seen overhead was a bright, blue sky. Clouds were slowly drifting outward. In the distance, a sun was showing face. Buildings stretched out in the distance. The floor beneath Marcus and Kurt wasn't tiles; there was gravel under their feet. 

 The white void had morphed to an exact replica of a busy street. By closer inspection, the street appeared to be one of Tranquil City's. The only difference was the absence of citizens and noise. It was completely empty, almost unsettling. 

 A voice had erupted on the microphone again. [i]"Initializing setup. Okay, maggot, listen up. These convicts are dangerous individuals that have terrorized Tranquil City. They leave corpses, blood, and tragedy in their path. Proceed with caution. They have been implemented a deal to dispose of you in exchange for a shorter life sentence. All convicts must be eliminated to pass. Good luck." [/i] The mic then turned off. [/color]


[center][h2][color=red]Mr. Russo [/color][/h2][/center]

 Mr. Russo clapped his hands together rapidly. His face was grimaced when he realized his methods were unresponsive. [color=darkorange]"What is wrong with you?"[/color] He exclaimed. The military man began stomping around to generate a reaction. [color=darkorange]"Did I use too much sedatives?"[/color]

 Mr. Russo stood over the unconscious girl. He expected for her numbness to wear off like the other two adolescents. Russo kept another person captive in a separate room. The army captor snapped his fingers. [color=darkorange]"Titanium skin, huh?"[/color] The military soldier acknowledged the men of the project were already beginning their test. 

 [color=darkorange] "You should have already started yours by now."[/color] He kneeled down to the girl; she looked sound asleep. [color=darkorange] "I guess we'll need something more to wake you up."[/color] A portal had opened beneath the woman. 

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[color=deepskyblue] The titanium girl was teleported to the room where the boys located. Her location spawned a couple blocks away from the two men. The spawning point was a bit different compared to the boys though. Much as she would have preferred, her feet weren't on gravel. 

 Down and down she went. The spawn point was five stories above the ground. Air passing through her body and the robotic voice on the microphone should wake her up enough to use her powers. It was that or become a human pancake. [/color]