[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b] OMEN Facility -- A Lab [/color][/center][hr][hr]

Torture. What Demetria was proposing was in this facility they tortured mutants to see what their power was. What their weakness and their strengths were. To what end though? To copy and manipulate them? The ideas that roamed through Antoniette’s head, crashed against ever surface like the storms she had seen on the coast of Ireland. Her instinct to run seemed to become cemented. She barely heard the guards yelling and didn’t even notice Demetria fighting until her arm was grabbed and they were suddenly in one of those rooms that Demetria had been taken out of earlier. The sudden fire of a gun pulled Antoniette back into focus. She cringed at the sound and seperated herself from the two people trying to save her. She feared guns, they put her into a bad space and she had a hard time coming out of there. Her illusions used to help her, give her focus but she didn’t even have that now. 
She looked at the scientists, now on the floor, from where she hid. They were bad people but people all the same. Perhaps they were forced into this as much as any one of them could be. It didn’t seem right to Annie but with the yelling and sounds of gunfire all around them, nothing about the situation was right. 
She peered into the different vials and dishes as well as some of the computer screens that remained intact. The images on the screens made no sense to Annie. She saw the world in colour not in numbers. As she continued her scan she saw a cabinet lined with different vials with names and such on them. 
[color=#DDA0DD]”What about in here?”[/color] Annie inquired. Now with something to focus on, she walked around the bodies on the floor, pretending they were merely sleeping or knocked out rather than bleeding out. She opened up the cabinet and started rummaging through the contents. She didn’t have an honest clue what she was looking for.