William walked to the door and pushed against it slightly. It was solid, it was almost as if it was designed to stop things from going through it when it wasn’t unlocked. He tried to look into ‘Taylors’ cell with no avail. He couldn’t get an angle on it. “Names William, and I don’t plan on sticking around long enough for any tests to be happening.” He put his hands against the wall as he walked around the cell, feeling out the smooth wall. It was cold to the touch, and as far as he could tell the only seams were the corners and around the door. Still, he paced it, feeling it. He closed his eyes, trying to find any source of heat. Anything he could use at all.

“So, what can you do Taylor?”

Again, Taylor responded first with a low, echoing laugh. “The prisoners never plan for anything. We don’t decide, or act. We just...accept. Or resist, but it changes nothing.”

It seemed obvious that there was no way for Taylor to get any sort of sight onto William’s cell, so it contented itself to lay down close to the wall. “But for what I can do? I can sit here, and do nothing. I’ve tried before to hit the walls, break the door, damage what I can. I have damaged a few of my cells before, true, but not this one. I have not been out of a cage since they put me in one. All I know of anything outside this room is what Marian has told me.”

Well that was a scientists name. He’d be sure to look her up and make sure she knew he objected to this at a later time. “Yes, but how did you damage them? What can you do? I can create and manipulate fire. When I know what you can do, I can figure out a plan to get us out of here because I’m not accepting nothing, and I ain’t just going to resist being tortured. I’m going to get out of here.”

Taylor hummed to itself for a moment. Or at least, let out something of an eerie sound that could be construed as a hum. “You want to know what manner of existence I am? The mutation I have? I...consume. Energy, heat, electricity, radiation. All of what they have tried fuels me. And I always hunger for it. Perhaps...I have a guess as to why you are here, when they have never brought another to me before. They might have...tests in mind for us.”

William turned towards the wall of which Taylor existed on the other side off. “Okay, so you absorb energy. Then what? What happens when you absorb it? Can you use it? I’m looking for something [i]useful[/i] here Taylor. If I need to do the heavy lifting so be it, but if you could explode in a fiery ball destroying our cells or something that would be pretty useful.”

Inwardly, Taylor felt amused at William’s optimism. It was an attitude that, for a brief moment, brought its mind back to a time before...everything. Back to a time when Taylor still remembered what it was like to feel through Human hands or see through Human eyes. At any rate, it was enough for it to want to humor him. “It strengthens me. I consume it like you consume food or water, but for me, I can grow stronger, larger, more resilient. I have never been...full, though. I have never felt truly satisfied. I always feel like I can have more, so I do not know how strong I can become. But Lorne...they never give too much, not since they learned how it empowers me. I think they want to make sure their cages can handle it first.”

Well that was interesting. It strengthened exponentially, obviously this latest cell was just the newest way to keep it contained. This was information William could easily use. He walked back over to the wall where the oxygen was drawn into earlier then wrapped his knuckles against it. “So is this you through there?”

“Hmm, yes. That is the correct wall between us.” Taylor answered, standing back to its feet. “These cages we are in, I heard the scientists call them ‘mobile containment units’. Perhaps like...cargo containers. That is how I have imagined it, at least. I have never seen the outside of it. But I do not know what you expect to do with it. Even if Lorne has learned nothing from their tests...I have taught them how to make better cages.”

William had never let loose, not really. He had always contained himself, brought himself back in. From causing major harm, destroying things he didn’t mean to. That wasn’t a problem he currently experienced. The problem was that he was going to have to put out as much power in as short as possible amount of time before he was rendered unconscious. He had to assume that there were temperature sensors in the room, that when his body heat reached a certain level the failsafe activated drawing the flame and the oxygen from the room. 

“Well, how you feeling right now, you feeling hungry?”

William would be met with a deeper, bellowing laugh from Taylor this time. “William, I am [i]always[/i] hungry.”

[hider=Written By:][@EliteCommander] and [@Sep][/hider]