[color=f7941d]Toro "Jolt" Warnock [/color]

The low hum of an electric motor filled the large concrete room, one wall had a sealed hatch where another had a thick glass window. The electric motor powered a large wooden wheel on the floor that turned slowly. Strapped to a chair in the center of the room with electrical wires connecting to specific points was a young man, he was glowing orange as where the cables leading off him disappearing into the floor below him. A scientist sat in a chair on the opposite side of the window, wearing a white lab coat and reading data sheets while occasionally sipping on coffee.

A subtle rumbling sound in the distance didn’t seem to bother anyone, the small vibration barely noticeable above the moving machinery in the room. The next rumble was louder, the vibration shaking a bit more. The scientist looked up from his work, the man strapped to the chair also looked up and over at him. Then the alarm, red lights flashing and sirens blaring, a clamping sound from the door and steel shutters closing over the window was all he needed to see. By the alarm and the worried look on the scientist he could tell that someone was either breaking out or breaking in.

He could hear them, the pounding that echoed through the halls before stopping outside of his door. Suddenly the door dented once, bending a portion of the metal door some before getting hit again and again, each hit bent and warped the door further until it finally broke off and slid across the floor. What he saw next surprised him, he could make out a few butterflies in the dim light that fluttered to him. Their beautiful wings effortlessly cut the wires and his bindings before fading from his view.

The man stood his orange glow illuminating the dark room, he wasn’t wearing a shirt only the white pants from his prison uniform. Freedom, it was nice, being able to breath and move without the restrictions set upon him. The young man stepped out from his earthen confinement to a hallway of death. He could tell that the guards were dead, but this didn’t detour him from heading towards the make shift exit. Still, he found himself standing at the exit and looking out into the court yard, many mutants had already accumulated there.

However, the young man hesitated before stepping out, not for fear of further imprisonment or anxiety, but for the automatic rifle that lay on the ground. Carefully the glowing man picked up the rifle and picked a couple of magazines off the lifeless guard. He wasn’t skilled with firearms, but he could still get some energy off the rounds in a pinch if he needed to. Walking out across the ruble and into the yard with everyone else his attention was soon grabbed by a man speaking. What the man said seemed to click with him, finally he was presented with a chance to damage or destroy those who imprisoned him, who experimented on him, who took his parents from him.

He glanced around at the others they seemed confused or terrified, one woman near him seemed to be looking around as if weighing her options. He had never seen anyone like her before, her Grey skin, pointed ears or double pupils. To him she reminded him of himself and how he stands out. He did get close to her before talking, “[color=f7941d]Ma’am, if you stay here the sentinels will kill you. Your best bet is with them, at least that way you can get far away and leave when you want too[/color]” he knew it wasn’t much of a choice, he was sure some of them could make it fine on their own in the surrounding wilderness but not forever.


[@Goliah]