Azure City, Hidden Quadcell Dungeon
Interactions - Collaberation
Cold stone coated an old, forgotten foundation. The sound of dripping water droplets making their way to the now moist, black carpet of rock was one of the few reminders that beyond the cracked ceiling, there was a still inhabited world. Darkness was expelled by the illumination of dim lights, some of which were flickering in the blackness of seemingly endless corridors. An aching pain remained persistent within the poor, artificially created mutant as he woke, restrained to the surface of a cold, unforgiving steel table. Slowly, a pair large, black eyes began to scan the room with fatigued attempts, a blurry sight meeting them. What had struck, that stinging sensation in his neck, it had been a tranquilization dart. Once the situation began to settle, Milo managed a soft, tired breath. He had been captured. "There we are," came a female voice, prompting the restrained boy to shift his attention towards the sound. "Apologies for the rough treatment," she continued. Milo was able to note the scrambling of equipment, as the woman was rowing them onto a metal cart. "The soldiers aren't very civil, I admit." A thick, German accent brought many scenes of countless movies to the forefront, allowing Milo to recall a most stereotypical disposition of crazed scientists. As sight slowly returned, he could make out the blonde haired woman dressed in a white coat, her hands covered in blue latex. Indeed, she checked all the boxes, as one might say. "But sometimes, a rough approach is demanded, I fear." Milo felt cold hands tracing their latex-covered surface across his exposed torso. "You are quite the remarkable specimen. No bellybutton. The MSU has managed something amazing, truly."
"I am just a resource," Milo finally offered a response of his own, prompting the woman to raise a brow.
"Aren't we all?" She asked, injecting a needle into the boy's vain as he clenched his teeth from the pain. Within moments, a white fluid filled the syringe, "your blood is astounding..," she stated, appearing amazed by the boy's oddly colored sanguine liquid. "You are more than one would be willing to give you credit for, no? Organic, yes, but..," she filled a tube with the boy's blood and corked it. "A doll, filled with stuffing, all the same. It will be fascinating to see what's beneath the skin, don't you agree?"
Clenching his teeth, Milo gulped down the fear now climbing his spine. This woman was going to vivisect him.
An immense pounding in his head prompted Maksim to wake. The young boy groaned as one eye opened first, the blurry picture of a cold, hard floor of stone greeting his sight as the other eye opened. Maks sat silently for a few long moments, listening to his surroundings. He could hear himself breathing rather heavy, but besides that all he could make out was the sound of the occasional drop of water hitting a cold stone floor. The young boy didn't realize his hands were tied behind his back until he attempted to sit up.
The young boy felt his shoulder pop, promting him to clench his teeth at the sudden pain. He positioned his legs in front of him, pushing off the ground with his forehead and using his knees to push his body off the ground. The young boy sat up, using a wall directly behind him to lean against as he looked around.
Three sides of him bore rusty, metal bars, and behind him was a cold cobble wall. Looking down at his body, Maks realized all he was wearing were his torn pants and a wet, baggy t-shirt. His jacket and shoes were both gone causing the boy to frown as a shiver ran up his spine.
"Hello?" he called out, hearing a slight echo, but no immediate response.
Maks clenched his teeth as his head began to pound again. Reality started to set in, and Maks couldn't help the tears that began to run down his cheeks. Where was he? Why was he here? And where was the other boy?
He coudn't fight back the tears that kept coming, so he closed his eyes. Maksim was terrified, and he could feel his powers threatening to take over. Something he was also terrified to let happen.
Feeling a sharp pain in his side, Milo gasped, inhaling a sharp breath, followed by a groan of pain. The doctor had made an insicion. "Remarkable," she mumbled for herself, gazing upon the boy as if he was a spectacle to behold. "Amazing, your body is a gold mine of information..," she placed the scalpel on the metal cart, its razor blade coated in white blood. Needless to say, the torture forced the boy to cry out more than once, his aggressor's curiosity putting him under the mercy of a deranged doctor's knife.
Through the pain, Milo considered the countless possible outcomes which could come to pass. Where was the boy he had spoken to before he was brought here. Was he in this forgotten corner of lunacy, as well? Was he being greeted in a similiar manner, where steel connected with flesh? Once the doctor was finished, she slipped out of her blue, rubber gloves, and started towards the door. "I will return, shortly," she explained, leaving her test subject restrained to the surgical table, wounds now crossing his frame with white blood coating pale skin.
Maks sat against the cold stone wall, knees pulled up to his chest and his head resting on those knees, arms still bound behind his back. Should one be close, they would be able to hear the quiet sobs as the boy sat there, lost and desperate for answers.
The near silence of Maks' prison was broken when the sound of a cry echoed through the corridors. As it reached Maksim's ears, the boy's head shot up. Eyes open and filled with tears, he looked around. He took a few stuttered breaths as he stood slowly stood, careful not to lose his balance as he walked up to a door he could make out in the bars. It was locked, as the boy already knew, but he leaned against it, listening again for the cries. Not a few moments went by as he heard more, his ears picking up something familiar about them. It was the other boy. What was happening to him?
Maks tried pulling on the bindings around his wrists which kept his arms behind his back, then he tried ramming against the door. After a few tries with Maks right shoulder, it began to ache and the boy knew he wasn't going to get anywhere.
Stepping back, Maks took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He could feel his powers on edge, he could feel the need to lose control. But where would he get if he couldn't control himself?
More tears ran down the boys cheeks as he attempted to tap into that power, He hadn't the slightest clue what he was doing, but Maks had to try.
After a short minute had passed, Maks felt a surge of... something. It ran up his spine and through his bones. Was this it? Or was he just feeling nonsense? Even if it wasn't his powers, he had to try.
The young boy pulled on his arms, eyes closed and face showing obvious discomfort as he forced himself past the pain he felt. Suddenly he heard something snap and felt his wrists pull apart from each other. Maks opened his vibrant blue eyes to see his wrists free of the bindings. He smiled a little, wiping the tears from his eyes as he backed up to the stone wall. Suddenly the boy pushed off of it, running as fast as he could and using his left shoulder as he ran into the door. The lock on the rusty door broke and Maks fell to the ground on the other side, catching himself by surprise as after a few moments, he stood up. He wasted no time however, and hurried towards the cries which he could still hear echoing through the corridors.
Soon Maksim found himself hiding around a corner, watching as a lady in a long white labcoat entered the hallway. The boy was quick but silent, hurrying over to the door and catching it before it shut. He watched the lady as she strode away, making sure he wasn't caught as he entered the room, allowing the door to close behind him.
Feeling consciousness fading, Milo found himself slipping in and out of the realm he so desperately clung to. Who was going to save him, in here? He had no idea where he was, how long he had been gone and if the MSU knew of his absence. When that doctor returned, she would continue to cut into the boy, exposing what was hidden beneath his skin, her true masterpiece awaiting fruition. As of yet, she had left several incisions on Milo’s body, a small taste of what was to come. If he could, in fact, fade into a world of dreams, the proposition sounded tempting, to say the least.
It was ironic, in a way. He was born in a laboratory, and now, he would die in one. Closing his eyes, Milo took a deep breath, the pain from his wounds blending into a haze he could scarcely feel. Rather, he had been robbed of energy, leaving the artificial creation craving an escape in the way of vacancy of consciousness. However, as Milo was willing to let this play out, the blurry image afforded him revealed someone by the doorway, someone small. It was not the doctor, that much was certain, indeed. Without uttering a word, Milo let his head fall back to the metal table, his breathing slow and quiet.
Had Maksim grown through the normal life of a young child, sheltered from the horrors of conflict and the reality of death, seeing the other boy on the table might've caused him to freeze in horror. As it was, Maks hadn't grown up that way. He had seen his fair share of blood, violence, and even gore on the streets of Azure City.
He couldn't, however, hold back his feelings of worry for the boy on the table. Maks looked back at the door as he approached the other boy, wary of both the lady should she come back, but also thinking about how he would get out. Maks pulled a short stool from the corner of the room, dragging it over to the table and stepping up on it. He looked over the poor boy strapped to the table, his attention momentarily taken by incisions and the lack of red blood over what seemed to be white blood. This confused Maksim for a moment, but he didn't let it distract him.
Vibrant blue eyes looked to the bindings which held the boy on the table in place. Taking the scalpel from the nearby cart, Maks began to cut the bindings which held Milo's arms and legs.
Feeling the restraints giving way for freedom, Milo opened his eyes, if slowly and tiredly. There he was, the boy from before. The boy from the alley. Attempting to speak, Milo stopped himself, before a cough escaped his lungs. "You are..," the artificial mutant tried, slowly moving aside before small, bare feet met the cold floor beneath. "Thank you..," Milo shifted his focus from who this boy was, his saviour, to what he had done. It did not matter who this child was. No, nothing mattered, at this moment, other than escaping. Stumbling forward, Milo nearly fell over, had he not used the opposite counter as an aid. "She’ll be back, soon..," Replicant forced himself to speak further, despite the very notion bringing pain to his tired, sore body.
Wrapping slender fingers around a scalpel, the agent was aware that lethal force was an option he had always forsaken in lieu of better outcomes. However, he had no weapons, and stood in no more than a pair of boxer briefs to cover his privates. Never before had the boy been this exposed to strife. "We need to go..," Milo finished, taking another step before falling his knee, one hand placed on the metal table.
Maks couldn't help but feel nervous as he watched the other boy struggle to stand, or even move. At first, he didn't know what to do to help. This other boy could hardly move, he seemed to be in a lot of pain, but they both needed to get out, quickly.
Taking a lesson from watching the police and other bystanders in Azure City, Maksim cautiously took one of Milo's arms and carefully put it around his neck, using his left shoulder to hold most of the other boy's weight, as his right one was a little tender. Maks then grabbed the boys left hand with his right, noticing that it didn't help as much as intended since Milo was slightly taller than him. Still, Maks needed to help him or else they wouldn't be getting anywhere fast.
He wasted no time in leading Milo to the door, blue eyes still blazing as he did his best to prop it open and peek out into the corridor.
"I don't know which way...," Maks whispered, trying to indicate he didn't know which way would be the quickest, and which would offer an escape out of their stone prison.
How ironic it was, the consciousness Milo had been granted through the pursuit of scientific discovery. The boy who appeared so scared, so persistent in hiding from all of which brought him into the light, was now helping Replicant through the darkness of a nightmare. The world was, as some would say, a very small locale, where what went around, came around. "You’re doing great..," the agent encouraged, managing a soft smile as he turned to the smaller mutant. It was a genuine expression, indeed, the feeling of comfort washing over him, for but a brief moment, knowing that he was not alone. "We are left guessing." There was no way for either of them to know the layout of their prison.
Moving further, the two boys slowly proceeded through the endless darkness lit up by little more than the dim touch of miniscule light bulbs. They would soon come to note the sound of heavy footsteps, as opposed the padding of their own, silent feet. They proceeded to hide wherever they could. If there was an obstacle present, it would act as their defender, obfuscating their slight frames from the sight of patrolling guards. If nothing but endless space appeared before them, the boys would move as quickly as their legs allowed, slipping into rooms where they could hide behind walls. This process eventually landed them in what appeared to be an office, documents strewn across a desk, with several bookshelves rowing the walls.
Eyes widened as Milo saw the stamp on a document. Quadcell. This was starting to make sense, now. Reaching for the door, Milo closed it with haste, and stumbled toward the desk. He wasted no time in scrambling for its contents, looking through the slew of papers and notebooks. Amidst the paperwork, in a drawer, the boy noted a Colt M1911 handgun. A convenient development, truly, but considering the nature of this office, Milo had expected there to be a weapon for self defense tucked away.
Releasing the magazine from the handle, a dim, blue hue washed over its shape, before Milo slid it back. "My absence will have been noticed. We need to make haste."
As the two boys made their way through the stone prison, Maks had to constantly reassure himself that all was well, when it obviously wasn't. He had made it this far, but every moment that went by he could feel the need to lose control att he back of his mind. Losing control was the only thing that the boy feared outside of their current situation. If he let his powers overtake him, would he end up hurting the boy next to him? Would he even be able to escape this prison without the ability to remind himself of the situation?
So as the two boys made it to the office, Maks let go of Milo and watched as he rummaged through the desk. The young Lycanthrope took this time to calm himself, taking deep breaths and thinking about the things he loved most. The sound the pistol made as Milo slid its magazine back into place brought Maks back into reality. He looked at the weapon, uncertainty written all over his face.
As if his mind remembered their situation and the need to keep control knocked the forefront of that, Maks looked away from the weapon and took a few steps to get closer to Milo, offering assistance to get around if the other boy still wished it.
Once that was decided, Maks went back to the office door, reaching up and turning the rusty handle before cautiously looking back out into the corridor.