Post by Admiral Hart on Oct 20, 2008 23:30:25 GMT -5
Many magi had a few odd characteristics about them. Strange eyes, odd ears, perhaps a bizarre hair color.
And, yet, Project Savage was the most unusual looking of them all.
Dressed in a tan tank top and similarly colored cargo pants, the first thing that usually struck people as odd were the red stripes that covered her pale skin, even present on her freckle-splashed face. Though they appeared some sort of bizarre tattoo, they were, in fact, natural, and had been with the slim, almost petite teen--probably around sixteen--since she had been born. The next thing people tended to notice, besides her glowing purple eyes, were the pair of feline ears poking through her orange-red, chaotic mane of curly hair. After that, they tended to notice her red and white striped tail and the fact all her nails were short, black claws.
Her eyes were not visible, now, as they were closed. A team of three scientists surrounded the young teen, who was magentically locked down to a surgical table by a pair of synthetic magna-cuffs. Nothing in the room that was mineral based was natural, all had been fabricated. It was expensive as hell, but the scientists were not taking any chances.
Anton watched passively from the next room over, in a room very similar to the one overlooking her main pen. Miller was at his side, like he usually was, playing the part of a bodyguard.
"She's going to wake up soon." Anton said casually. Miller started for the door, but the scientist stopped him.
"Wait. I want to see what she's capable of. This is the best way to find out."
Miller blanched again. "But, sir, those men will..."
"Those men are expendable, as yours will be if you keep defying me." He countered coldly.
"But..."
"If I wanted your opinion, Miller, I would give it to you." The scientist replied.
Back in the room, Savage began to say, without opening her eyes, "It's always fascinating how much water is in the human body."
The scientists jumped with a start, and her eyes opened, a deadly amusement on her face. "I mean, if someone had elemental control over water, that person could just rip it out."
The woman to her left's wrists began to bruise, and then, with nod from Savage's head, her own blood ripped itself from the scinetist's body, draining and winding away from her wounds like a flowing stream, until, in mere seconds, she bled out and crumpled to the white floor.
The man to her left was suddenly ripped across the room by a hurricane force wind, smashing him into a wall hard enough to both dent it and break near every bone in his body.
"Lower the security partitions." Anton said coldly, but enraptured by his daughter's performance. She was outliving every expectation he had had in her.
The last scientist rushed to the window, over which a star-born metal screen with a single observation slot slid down over.
"Doctor LeValle!" He cried. "Please, Anton, let me out, oh god, please..."
Anton LeValle, eldest son of that clan, looked over the panicking scientist's shoulder passionlessly. All around Savage, burning, white-hot fire appeared, glowing hotter and hotter until her bonds, and the surgical table, melted around her. She then stood and walked casually over to the scientist.
"Let's see...I killed the first with water, the second with air, and freed myself with fire." She said, a feral grin on her face. "And there's nothing natural enough in here to count as earth, so that's out. Oh, goody." Bloodlust was apparent on her small, almost demure, face. "I get to do this the old fashioned way. Brutally."
In a desperate panic, the scientist swung a scalple at the mage. She caught the blade with her hand, it driving itself deeply into her palm.
"Oh god, it hurts!" She cried out theatrically. "Oh Mommy, why does it hurt? I promise I'll be..." She began to cackle then. "Sorry, I tried, but I couldn't keep a straight face." In a motion the scientist could not quite follow, Savage grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the shutters, holding him slightly above the ground. She shook her hand, and the scalpel flew out, the wound sealing over almost instantly. Then she sighed.
"You're going to give yourself a heart attack being that scared, old man. I can hear your heart beating too fast. Time to lessen that panic." Savage concentrated, and the man's panic did indeed diminish. "Much better. Now you won't die before I do this." She reached her other hand back and spear-headed thrusted right through his chest. Then she tossed the scientist away like a rag doll and said to the window, "Come play with me Daddy."
Dr. LeValle turned to Miller. "Quintuple concentration of the gas."
"I'm gonna hold my breath. I'm not gonna breath until you call me by my name." Savage pouted. "And I can hold my breath for an hour."
Anton paused and rolled his eyes. "Fine, Savage. You've been a good girl today. Daddy is..."
"No!" She stamped her foot and caused the floor and loose objects to shake. "My real name. Call me by my real name or I hold my breath until I pass out."
"Fine. You did a good job today, Clara." Anton said, somewhat coldly, but genuine pride in his voice as well. Mostly for himself, but partially for her.
Savage, also known as Clara LeValle, smiled widely then, and let the gas knock her out when it flooded the chamber.
After all, there would be plenty of chances to kill her father later.
And, yet, Project Savage was the most unusual looking of them all.
Dressed in a tan tank top and similarly colored cargo pants, the first thing that usually struck people as odd were the red stripes that covered her pale skin, even present on her freckle-splashed face. Though they appeared some sort of bizarre tattoo, they were, in fact, natural, and had been with the slim, almost petite teen--probably around sixteen--since she had been born. The next thing people tended to notice, besides her glowing purple eyes, were the pair of feline ears poking through her orange-red, chaotic mane of curly hair. After that, they tended to notice her red and white striped tail and the fact all her nails were short, black claws.
Her eyes were not visible, now, as they were closed. A team of three scientists surrounded the young teen, who was magentically locked down to a surgical table by a pair of synthetic magna-cuffs. Nothing in the room that was mineral based was natural, all had been fabricated. It was expensive as hell, but the scientists were not taking any chances.
Anton watched passively from the next room over, in a room very similar to the one overlooking her main pen. Miller was at his side, like he usually was, playing the part of a bodyguard.
"She's going to wake up soon." Anton said casually. Miller started for the door, but the scientist stopped him.
"Wait. I want to see what she's capable of. This is the best way to find out."
Miller blanched again. "But, sir, those men will..."
"Those men are expendable, as yours will be if you keep defying me." He countered coldly.
"But..."
"If I wanted your opinion, Miller, I would give it to you." The scientist replied.
Back in the room, Savage began to say, without opening her eyes, "It's always fascinating how much water is in the human body."
The scientists jumped with a start, and her eyes opened, a deadly amusement on her face. "I mean, if someone had elemental control over water, that person could just rip it out."
The woman to her left's wrists began to bruise, and then, with nod from Savage's head, her own blood ripped itself from the scinetist's body, draining and winding away from her wounds like a flowing stream, until, in mere seconds, she bled out and crumpled to the white floor.
The man to her left was suddenly ripped across the room by a hurricane force wind, smashing him into a wall hard enough to both dent it and break near every bone in his body.
"Lower the security partitions." Anton said coldly, but enraptured by his daughter's performance. She was outliving every expectation he had had in her.
The last scientist rushed to the window, over which a star-born metal screen with a single observation slot slid down over.
"Doctor LeValle!" He cried. "Please, Anton, let me out, oh god, please..."
Anton LeValle, eldest son of that clan, looked over the panicking scientist's shoulder passionlessly. All around Savage, burning, white-hot fire appeared, glowing hotter and hotter until her bonds, and the surgical table, melted around her. She then stood and walked casually over to the scientist.
"Let's see...I killed the first with water, the second with air, and freed myself with fire." She said, a feral grin on her face. "And there's nothing natural enough in here to count as earth, so that's out. Oh, goody." Bloodlust was apparent on her small, almost demure, face. "I get to do this the old fashioned way. Brutally."
In a desperate panic, the scientist swung a scalple at the mage. She caught the blade with her hand, it driving itself deeply into her palm.
"Oh god, it hurts!" She cried out theatrically. "Oh Mommy, why does it hurt? I promise I'll be..." She began to cackle then. "Sorry, I tried, but I couldn't keep a straight face." In a motion the scientist could not quite follow, Savage grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the shutters, holding him slightly above the ground. She shook her hand, and the scalpel flew out, the wound sealing over almost instantly. Then she sighed.
"You're going to give yourself a heart attack being that scared, old man. I can hear your heart beating too fast. Time to lessen that panic." Savage concentrated, and the man's panic did indeed diminish. "Much better. Now you won't die before I do this." She reached her other hand back and spear-headed thrusted right through his chest. Then she tossed the scientist away like a rag doll and said to the window, "Come play with me Daddy."
Dr. LeValle turned to Miller. "Quintuple concentration of the gas."
"I'm gonna hold my breath. I'm not gonna breath until you call me by my name." Savage pouted. "And I can hold my breath for an hour."
Anton paused and rolled his eyes. "Fine, Savage. You've been a good girl today. Daddy is..."
"No!" She stamped her foot and caused the floor and loose objects to shake. "My real name. Call me by my real name or I hold my breath until I pass out."
"Fine. You did a good job today, Clara." Anton said, somewhat coldly, but genuine pride in his voice as well. Mostly for himself, but partially for her.
Savage, also known as Clara LeValle, smiled widely then, and let the gas knock her out when it flooded the chamber.
After all, there would be plenty of chances to kill her father later.