Tsano Holding Station

Ronny had drifted off at some point during the ride, it being an extensive one. He jumped awake when he heard a metallic noise smack out. His body still felt stiff and was still uncooperative and wouldn't allow him to shift to see exactly what happened. All he could see was darkness. Two doors opened mechanically in front of him, spreading out to let in the light of outside which stung his eyes for a while.

He could see that they were inside of some sort of building, probably their drop-off area. The guard, who hadn't been too happy with him after his friend got pulled out at the beginning of this ride, jumped out and left. What would happen now? A buzz went around the garage-like building monotonously, making the wait seem a little worse. It was a while before something actually came back, but it wasn't the officer, instead it was two, large aliens that came in instead. The menacing, black-skinned things looked at them both with their eyeless faces for a while. Ronny would have tried to hide himself deeper in the corner if he could have. One of the aliens, grabbed him, hoisting him over its shoulder before exiting the vehicle, the other one with Loki in its grasp not far behind. The position was uncomfortable. Whatever they'd injected him with had slowed his breathing, and being stuck on the things spiky shoulder made it harder to do so. Immobility made it impossible for him to see where they were going, just the ground under them. But judging by the beautiful tiling this must have been a pretty great place. Assuming they were going to jail then it probably wouldn't be as bad as the ones back on Earth. The ones that had gotten significantly worse as time went on.

Ronny could only tell that they went down hallway upon hallway, turning some, going through others. At one point, they reached an area that he thought was a reception area by the noises around. He could hardly focus, though, his nose burning from being hung upside down. The aliens said something to each other before they took off again. It was a while before he heard a door open and they entered. He felt himself suddenly felt himself slung over, his head hitting a wall roughly as he was sat onto a table.

Ow...

He looked around with the small range that he had. Where's Loki? The seemingly emotionless alien grunted before turning around and leaving. As it opened the door Ronny thought he caught a glimpse of the other one, but he wasn't sure, they all looked the same. Maybe he's in the other room? His attention was caught when he heard clicking on the ground. In six of those clicks a figure came in front of him, clad in a red suit that hid its features. It held up a slender black object that Ronny thought looked like a thick knife. It shifted its fingers and suddenly the tip glowed from sparks that erupted out of it, hissing. What were the going to do with that!? Ronny's eyes widened, urging it to go away. With an expert hand it swiftly jammed the thing into his leg.

The reaction was as quick as lightening. It was an electric shock that went through his entire body and then, nothing... He was instantly thrown into darkness, his hole body shutting down at once. It was all for a short moment, a moment which he experienced like a short break. He was as much alive as he was dead in this moment.

He stared out at darkness, confused, afraid, but mobile. He looked around in the endless void, trying to find a way out, a means of escape. What he saw, instead, was what he thought was the silhouette of a figure, facing away from him and staring instead at something.... something. He stepped forward, but then hesitated. What if this was something bigger than he thought it was? He pushed on regardless, he didn't have much to lose now. His steps echoed around the void loudly, bouncing off unseen walls, proving the place was a lifeless, empty place. The figured turned, looking as human as ever with what faint lines he could make out in the unnatural darkness. He heard a shifting as he squinted his eyes, thinking that it had put its hands up, almost in surprise.

Hello? Ronny said, his voice echoing about, as if it had come from a completely different source. He looked around, trying to find where it came from, but saw nothing. Odd.

"Ronny?" The person said back, its voice oddly familiar. Smooth, though grating and harsh. Whoever it was sounded like a man. This voice didn't echo as fiercely as his, it didn't at all, actually. The person's teeth showed visibly. So pure and white that it was like it had its own glow. It almost seemed like that's all it was.

How do you know my name? Who are you? How do I get out of here!? The questions came like light speed. The person didn't answer for a while, the silence making Ronny ready to yell out the answers again. His childhood counceling was hard to combat, though. So he kept his silence.

"Do you know where you are?" The person said, completely avoiding his question. What? He didn't have time for this!

No, I don't! Please just tell me how to get out. Forget about all the other questions. I just don't want to get stuck here. The man murmured something angrily to himself, the topic being somewhat long and thorough.

"Fuck this," he finally said in a less than happy voice. "They won't live for this," it growled in a lower voice before talking to him directly. "Kill them Ronny," he said afterward, the pearly whites getting so close to him that he thought he could see eyes through the darkness. "Those damn aliens deserve it." Kill them? All he wanted to do was get out of this place. He backed up a little, regretting coming to this dark figure for answers. "It'll be easy," the man assured him, "just like that last one from before." This time when he spoke his voice had changed, this time he spoke with a purely feminine voice, one of an adult woman. The change was more frightening than alluring.

Like before? I didn't do anything! Then, a more pressing matter came upon him. It was then that he realized just who this was. The thought made its grin widen, almost as if it knew exactly what had gone through his mind.

"You've done more than you think," its voice normal again. It began to cackle, a horrible, deranged one. One that froze him in his spot. Like a serial killer ready to begin his torture.

Suddenly electricity went through him again, the laughter and the darkness going away as his eyes opened back up to the room again. He wanted to scream out in pain, but he couldn't. His teeth were locked shut together his whole body tensed. His grip tightened on the table with every second he was exposed to the horrible pain. It stopped in a moment, leaving Ronny panting heavily as the pain subsided. It was so intense that he was sure that he should be dead. The alien pulled the thick object out of Ronny's leg, the black knife-like object slick with red blood. He looked down, seeing the large puddle of blood that swelled in his jeans. God. Wait... he could move now. Maybe he could make a run for it?

No, his attention back in the room, he saw that there was a second alien, bolting the door heavily, the large obstacle looking impossible to open. It turned around when it finished, looking at him with hard, uncaring eyes. Uh... maybe he wouldn't get out that way. He looked around, seeing no windows at all. It was just a white room with nice tiling, a table, two aliens, and him.

The next hours it seemed were the oddest and the worst that he'd had to go through. The aliens stripped him of all of his clothes and belongings emotionlessly. Countless times they probed and prodded him, looking for hidden weapons or items and checking to see if he was drugged and all the sort, all with various tools and maneuvers. Over and over again with checks and rechecks. Going through every possibly orifice and poking him for reactions in every area, even making him throw a couple times from touching the wrong areas. They were very thorough about their work, not leaving an opening for any possible error. When they finished they returned his pants, though without his underwear. "Maybe they aren't safe enough," the voice, who'd come during the procedures, teased him. My butt hurts... Without so much as a breathe of space the voice began to laugh at him hysterically. It's not funny!

The laughing continuing and Ronny not wanting to argue, he tiredly complied when the aliens began to lead him to another area. He shuddered at the cold hallway and floors on his bare skin. Couldn't they at least have given him new clothes? The walk was quiet and long as they went down the never ending corridors, his new injuries stinging him as he half-limped down there. They reached two large metal doors that were opened when a biooscan, code, voice command, and cell entry were put in. When the doors opened, it revealed a less beautiful part of the building. The floors weren't nicely tiled, but instead were a haunting grey, areas with rusted orange, or was that a stain of something else?

As they walked through, the ground under Ronny's feet seemed to be more slippery, making him more uncomfortable than he already was. They turned a corner and were greeted by a fairly small area, only holding four different cells. The other three were already filled, all of them having groups of three. Each one of them injured to some extent. Sigma wasn't that nice a place. There had to be more. But there was no evidence of such.

The aliens brought him to the cell on the end. After putting in the same combination as the door in here and then some, the metal door opened and Ronny was shoved in. He stumbled a little, but kept himself up. He looked back at the door closed qucikly. The whole room was stuck in complete and utter darkness for a second. It light up when the cell door became transparant, allowing him to see outside. The hand-cuffs, still clamped securely around him disconnected the blue energy-chain, allowing him to move his hands freely.

... Now what?

Loki came too as he saw Tsano Holding Station up ahead. His eyes flickered and his mouth hung open, slack jawed. He wondered if it was broken. But he soon realized that his whole body was numb. Only his eyes could move. And the prison up ahead wasn't something he wanted too see. In alien lettering the words written in gold stood high above him 'TSANO HOLDING STATION'. He was smart enough to decipher it as meaning he was going to jail. For what? He hadn't done anything. He soon realized something, everything was tinted a deep blue. He looked around, a spontaneous jolt of fear shooting through him. What was going on? He was in some sort of sphere, his body curled up inside of it. He couldn't move, he couldn't feel. All he saw was a similar orb up ahead, as he was led into the prison. His green eyes switched targets constantly, looking through the unfamiliar territory.

He had never known what it meant to feel helpless. Is this how Seraphine felt everyday? Unable to help anything that happened to her or around her. Cut off from the rest of the world. He watched as he Ronny disappeared. Had he had any feeling, he would have screamed. But nothing came out of his mouth. He could feel his chest rising and falling to drastic rates. "He's overreacting, we need to put him down." came a voice. He realized that it was coming from some place outside of his sight. "Somethings wrong with him, all that blood on him..." came another, more startled voice. This time he saw it, a blue tinted glove hovering above him. He could see aliens, dressed some what like doctors. He had always hated doctors for some reason. And like every human, he was even more afraid of alien doctors. Come on... Come on... he called to his body. Why won't you move, damn it?

He knew it was some type of alien drug, but he didn't care. He wanted to get out of this place, and fast. "It's not his. Those are the victims... We're putting him under." came a final, third voice, before everything disappeared. He felt his eyes close by some force. His mouth slacken, and every nerve in his body collapse. Move... Muh... Move...

Loki woke up again in strange clothes. He was clean, he realized, and was glad for it. But was sickened by the thought of what those aliens had done to his body. Loki curled backwards into a corner. He realized he was in a completely cushy room. The walls were padded, and there was a wheelchair on the steel floor. A door lay far away from him. And even reaching for it, made it recoil, made it jump away. The colors swirled in his eyes as he blinked. Fuzzy pops of light burst from his eye balls, shining down on him. Touching him, comforting him. Seraphine was among them. 'It'll be okay... her sweet voice brought a tear to his eye. Everything will be fine, now that we're together again. her hand reached for him. A joyous smile opened on Loki's lips and he got to his feet, barely containing his elation, he reached for her.

A scaly hand grasped his wrist, with it came an excruciatingly painful burning sensation. He screamed, turning to run but colliding with a wall. Seraphine's image distorted. Her face broke apart into a disgusting, twisted and mangled gray one. Huge scales blossoming from her body. Her blond hair dissipated, replaced with a horrid wig of snakes. Her voice was the same though, it clawed through his mind as it tore into every recess. It'll all be okay, Loki... It'll all be okay. The hand reached for his face. He was immobile again, every nerve destroyed as he waited for his fate. The sharpened talons scouring into his face. He closed his eyes at the intense pain that rocketed through him like fireworks. "Stop it!" he called to no one. "Leave me alone! Get away!" he cried. Striking out, but only colliding with air.

He opened his eyes, and everything was gone. He was in the white room again, the wheelchair was gone. He clutched his eyes, willing them to suck the tears back up, and erase the images from his mind. It's not your fault... It's not your fault... he cried to himself, his thoughts suddenly turning into words as he pleaded with himself to forget. To just forget this ever happened. He sunk into the little knoll that was his only comfort. The strange alien cloth swallowing him in a shroud of black. He whimpered to himself again, "It's not your fault, it's not your fault." he shook violently, ragged sobs beating through his body constantly. A comforting darkness devoured him, and he was glad to be away, in a place of complete shadows. But when the light came to him again. The walls had eyes. Thousands of them, staring at him, whispering words that didn't make any sense.

"Why don't you leave me alone!" he shouted into the air, only one ear heard him. A silhouette stood watching the scene unfold. "Pathetic..." It called, though it's voice wouldn't reach Loki. "Humans, the most ridiculous creatures ever to be discovered. Their deaths shall be first." it spoke to no one, and loneliness was it's tone. "And the other one? Just as bad. Both of them criminals, both of them evil. Both of them too be destroyed. Yes, that's what we want isn't it? Death for all. We will rule. We will conquer." It repeated these last words out loud, but there was no we, only it. It's insanity visible to anyone that could see it's face, but it had no face. And no one would ever see it. "We will rule. We will conquer."

"They're everywhere..." whimpered Loki, clawing at his wrists, attacking anything to feel pain and know that this world he was in, wasn't real. No matter how many times he told himself that this didn't exist, that he wasn't here, that he was safe somewhere, in a place no one could get him. He was always thrown back into this dungeon. Trapped. Forever locked away in this place of uncertainty. Could it get any worse?

Ronny sat in the corner of his cell, hugging his knees, his head resting on his kneecaps as he sat there in silence, his head working like a well oiled machine. Thing had gotten increasingly worse since the first day he was put in here. It was no surprise that the aliens didn't treat him very nicely. First they treated him as carelessly as the rest tossing him his odd food and leaving him for it until the next meal and then repeat. They gave him his regular pre-punishment that would come before his actual one when all of the processing was done. They considered it a light punishment. A couple hundred whippings with a rigid electrical wire that dated way back in prehistoric times. No big deal. That happened a couple ours at a time three times a day for three days. It was mostly regular procedures.

The day that it all changed was when he was brought into "The Room of Change," as the door had read in their odd language, told to him by one of the escorts. He was sent there to sign his consent to a surprisingly short contract, simply allowing him to transfer to a larger, more secure prison on a planet half a galaxy away for special cases like his. He had refused to sign it, not wanting to go on another ship ever again and definitely not wanting to go across the galaxy. It was a long lasting conversation over it as they tried to convince him to make the easy switch. He'd said no every time. It wasn't that bad being here, not then. They'd complied calmly, letting him go back to his cell, but afterward they weren't as calm about it. They began their own forms of torture to get him to agree. Like all it started lightly, a beating or two and couple other things, but as time went on and he refused more and more the methods got worse. Waterboarding, pitchcapping (though not on his head), garroting, sleep deprivation (not that they had to work very hard since that voice kept him up anyways, and starvation so he could pay for all the devices they used. He'd take it all just so he wouldn't go on one of those things again.

He often asked that voice how many days had it been, losing track a while ago. He said it'd been ten days last time he asked.

Everyday they went over the same thing in his head. The same questions over and over again with progressively changing answers. At first they were all the same, denying each one, agreeing to some as the discussion went on before it went onto something else.

"You could always get out." No I can't. "Yes you can, it'll be easy. All you have to do is trust me." You're as trustworthy as a starving lion. "That hurts, that really does." Ronny's stomach growled at him, begging for the sustenance it hasn't received in four days. Ugh, couldn't it be quiet?

OOC: I'm tired of working on this. :I Just take that fail.

Loki stood his hands spread out like an eagles, and his feet covered by what looked like a large dome. He couldn't move, as he floated oddly in this position. This cross like position was causing him pain every time he took a breath. What was worse was that he was upside down, the blood rushed to his head instantly. His stomach was sunken from lack of nourishment. And his eyes blood shot from lack of sleep. He couldn't close his eyes, or the nightmares would come back, worse than ever. Though he was glad that he had had the strength to turn them into only a nocturnal punishment. His split personality hadn't called him for a while, he wondered, if it had gone away for good. But he doubted it. He was smart enough to know that that wouldn't happen. This was his fifteenth time on the 'Rack', as he called it. He was almost getting used to it.

"Tell us, why did you kill Jutgago Brodida?" came the voice. Loki's eyes stayed trained on nothing. He was unable to focus anymore. This may be a traditional alien punishment, but for him, he felt like this was his execution. "I... Didn't..." he began but almost instantly, he felt an intense pain lance through his body, shocking him into screaming. His tears fell onto the ground where they pooled along with his sweat. "We have his body, or what's left of it. Your friend already told us, everything. We might let you go, if you tell us." Loki knew from watching way too many cop movies that this was a ploy. It seemed that even aliens had the same psychological methods for making a prisoner crack. And he was sad to say, it was beginning to work on him. He couldn't feel anything anymore. Except the pain. The eternal pain that would never go away, no matter how much he fought.

"I didn't do anything... wrong." he said finally, vomit welling up in his throat from the dizziness. His eyes closed suddenly, as he faded into a pool of unconscious, glad to be gone from the world of pain. But hating the fact that he was sailing right into a world of fear. The images were returning. The agony of his memories. What was causing this? He had never experienced anything like it. This alien drug... It was still working even after ten days of this torture. He could barely manage a sentence as he felt his heart preparing to give out. The screams that surrounded him in this living hell. They wouldn't go away, none of it would go away. He was all alone. He didn't even have D. Loki to contend with in a battle of wits. This hollowness inside of him. He wished he could die and be cast away into darkness, once and for all.

Kargagna dusted soot off of his shoulders, trying to look presentable as he plucked shards of flint out of his scales. His run in with Mendoza at Weavon had given him trouble. And the soot clouds had turned him into a walking ball of black. He hadn't had time for a bath, because he had been informed of a meeting at the UWUC almost immediately as he got off the planet. He had jettisoned there to find out he was too late. And almost exactly at that moment. He had gotten a call from the prisons. He was plugged into them, because he had friends on the other side, and often talked to them about events that could lead to their escape. They were useful pawns, but still only pawns. Nothing more to him. But this call was different. It was about an imprisoned human. He had questioned why hadn't he gotten the call sooner, but they couldn't have reached him, from light years away.

As he walked into the prison, he bypassed security. They knew his face, and they knew not to stop him when he was in a hurry. He marched through various corridors and halls looking for the captured human. A smile on his face at the fact that he had bested them yet. They were in jail, just as he had predicted. It was time for Kazun, Lady Luka, and Jinx to eat their words. He had been told that they were their for murder. Murder of a large number of people who looked incredibly mutilated. It had to be their powers. He knew about them, he knew a lot about them actually. He had been recording their comings and goings ever since he had collared them. And he couldn't miss the destruction of two major apartment rooms.

And there the boy was. The human boy that is. Huddled in the corner of his cell. Looking past the transparent door he could clearly see the human. He remembered checking him off the list, he was Ronny. Typing in a code to the door, it instantly slid open and he walked inside. The door closing behind him. "Well, well, well. Murder of... Two dozen men, women and children. Yes, children about your age too. How does that make you feel? Knowing that you're a freak, your powers to destroy. You're nothing but a monster." he knew he shouldn't egg the boy on, when his power was so great, but he couldn't help but kick a puppy when it was down. "Do you understand what's going to happen to you now? The torture you felt is only the beginning." Kargagna unsheathed his claws holding them outward. "Much worse things are to come, but you will answer my questions. And right now. Or I'll cut your throat open right now."

Ronny lifted his head when he heard the cell door open, revealing a long, crusted cut near his eyes, given to him when the aliens tried to give him a Glasgow Smile, but was stopped, throwing off it's trajectory and nearly taking his eye, when one of the others stopped him, for fear of ending up like the people at the now closed outdoor museum. He still didn't know what happened to them. He could barely get an answer out of that voice. All it would tell him was that it was his "divine work of art".

He expected to see the usual two aliens, but instead he only saw one, one he'd never laid eyes on before. It was a large, scaled alien that towered above him, authority radiating off like deadly energy. The monotony of constant punishment was broken by the imposing figure. He winced as he tried to push himself deeper into the corner, his injuries gnawing at him.

"Are you convinced now? Even it agrees." The voice said as the alien told him how he was a murderer, a freak, a monster. "But look at that thing. Your godlike superior and yet you could make it fall like any other. To suffer and agonize in such an artful way, beautifully, musically, seductively. Like a woman ready for the taking. You could have it all in a blink, swallowed in the easy entertainment. A murderer, a monster, or a sculptor of this breaking world? Every man thinks an artist is a little crazy." He contemplated what the voice had said to him now, starting to listen to it more and more as he stayed here. "You could show it how great you are right now." ... No. As enticing as the offer for the unknown was, he didn't think it would help him now. He already had a threat of even worse punishments than these. Permanent disfigurement, the loss of limbs, organs, the loss of senses to to poisons. Ever lasting pain from the aftermath and even worse damage to his mental psyche. The image of the end result made him shudder.

The alien told him to either answer his questions or die. He wasn't sure which one was the better choice. Ronny wasn't sure if he could even answer any of its questions, and then what would happen to him? This same routine, only horrifyingly worse? He didn't want that, but he didn't think he could find much of a way out. He didn't want to say that he couldn't answer anything, for fear of angering the alien.

"Speak up, brat!" screeched the Galaxior, taking a warning step forward, but stopping himself from attacking the boy, he didn't want to kill him, which he could easily do. "I need to know about your powers. All of your powers. Your friend won't say a word, and the other humans deny it, but we know you've... mutated. We want to know why, and we've given the warden free reign to test you with every chemical we've got. And we're not entirely sure what it will due to humans. Maybe turn you into one of those freaks, you created before." Kargagna reached into his vest pocket, removing what looked like a black box with a single indention around the center in a triangle shape. "This is what controls the collars, with a flick of a button, I will set off every single one, electrocuting all your friends, including you."

"My next question is... Where is Game, Len, Adailia, Yin, Yang, Raevyn, and Ashton at?" He knew that some how their collars had been removed, and he knew none of his subordinates had done it. He could still track the signal, but they hadn't moved in weeks, it was unnatural. And then he'd gotten reports of an unlicensed shape flying around, he could only presume they were slightly related, but he wasn't entirely sure. "I know they're gone, though Len disappeared before I could collar her, and then the rest all vanished as well... I'm sure you humans stick together as a clan... So I know you have the answers that I am looking for, tell me now!" ordered Kargagna, his usual impatience returning, this time with an outraged vengeance.

OOC: HEADACHE!

Ronny flinched as the large alien yelled at him to speak up. Why did that thing have to come to him? It started asking him about their powers. God, those powers. He never found them much of a gift but more of a burden. He'd been... somewhat happy knowing he didn't have any until the day with that alien... now he didn't know what he had. It threatened him with the promise of electrocuting them all to death. The end didn't seem pleasant.

"Are you going to tell him?" He didn't know what he'd do, honestly. He was trying to figure it out now. "Sell them all out or keep quiet and kill them all? An easy choice." Easy? How was that easy? Maybe he could avoid the first question. Who knows what that evil thing could do knowing it. Use them as slaves as war? It would be easier to win a battle, especially with a power like Game's where one could simply shut down the strongest of obstacles. All of them went through his mind, the uses and how horrible the outcome could be. You didn't have to know them well to know what their powers were, not all of them were a secret.

Ronny decided to avoid the first question, maybe he would get caught up with something else. And besides, he was answering the questions. "I don't know where they are," he said after the lengthened pause. He really didn't know where they were. He wasn't even aware of the exact day they left, he just knew that Game's room exploded. He had thought they were dead a while ago or lost forever in the stream of never ending blackness that was defined as space and so far that thought hadn't been disproven.

Loki's limp body was begin dragged across the floor by two pint sized, twin aliens. Their tags said, B.O.B. he could easily fight them to run away if he hadn't just been nearly crucified. Now, they could take him where ever they wanted. He didn't care, his sightless eyes stared at nothingness in front of him. As they began to cloud over, but by sheer determination, he willed himself to stay awake, he couldn't pass out again, it was ruining his manly image, and it was showing him as a wimp. He could take this torment easily. His legs dragged against the floor, his sneakers had been removed for the torment and incinerated for some reason. Maybe the smell made aliens wilt. The thought made the weak ghost of a smile creep on his lips, but it disappeared when he was carried back into his cell.

He was thrown against a chair that he almost fell out of, but a hand grasped the hair on his head and kept him staring out the door he had entered from. Unable to see the face of the person behind him. He heard a familiar buzz behind him, that he noticed was reminiscent of a taser, but at the same time, nothing like one. "Human, you are the perfect test subject..." came a haunting voice, that wasn't strong enough to knock him out of his stupor. He knew it was an alien, that much was obvious, but he couldn't resist as the alien pulled at his hair, rocking his head side to side and making him unsteady. He felt sick almost instantly, like something was rattling around in his hollow skull somehow. "You are the perfect test subject, you know that? You're smart, but that's dangerous, you're resilient, but that will be your downfall. Don't you want the pain to end? Then just tell us... Tell us everything."

Somehow, he felt like it was persuading him to agree, in it's even tempered tone that made his heart swell, but at the same time made him want to vomit. This... Whatever it was, was a brilliant interrogator. Not too rough, not too friendly, it sort of felt like he was talking with D. Loki. But he could hear this person outside of his head. "Can you even hear me? I doubt it, with all the things you've been through today, you probably won't ever forget the mental torment, so I'll just speak. They call me Gizaerio. I was born on a planet called Uso. It was far, far away, in a galaxy very distant from this one..." Why was it saying this stuff? He could tell now that behind the calm and even-tempered tone there was a hint of insanity, a hint of something... weird and unnatural, not all aliens were like this, something had happened to this Gizaerio.

Kargagna swatted Ronny aside with the back of his hand. "I know you don't know where they are!" he shouted, holding back his first question. The boy was probably too confused to think of these two questions at the same time, what simple creatures humans were. "I want to know where they went. You obviously know that much. I want to know why they went anywhere in the first place. We've been nice to them, gave them a home when they had nothing, and what did we get back phalxtio in our faces." he replied. This autotranslating clips unable to translate the slang into any human term. He placed a hand on the boy, not wanting to break the fragile creature to pieces so soon. If he did, he would be find more than what was needed. Keeping this little illegal interrogation secret was the best of things, and then he'd hit them with a memory erasing drug. Soon this would all be a blur.

Ronny's head seemed to migrate to another part of his body when the pain of a powerful smack to the head, coupled with the pain of it slamming into the hard wall. He could barely think let alone see past his unfocused eyes. It hit him, hard... very hard. Didn't it know that he didn't have armor skin? More likely it didn't care. He wouldn't be surprised if he was bleeding from his head now, which he was.

He could barely register what it had just yelled at him. He blinked, trying to get his eyes to work again, but it didn't work, not in the least, maybe he had to wait a while. Looking at the blob that was now the alien, it actually managed to look angrier, much... much angrier. He cowered, trying to search his lost mind for what he'd been told. What had it been? He didn't want to be attacked again, definitely not electrocuted or brought into a life or torture and other unimaginable creations that thing had swimming in its mind.

It felt like hours as he tried to figure out what the next answer should have been, but he couldn't even find the question. Each moment felt like an eternity and each moment he was sure he was disappointing the large monster, and it was deadly, now, to disappoint. If only he could get away, but it was too large for him to slip past, and the cell door had closed itself anyways, the security doing its best to limit all possible ways of escape, it's own inner defenses, which he became acquainted to on his fifth day, also being a factor keeping him from attempting to sprint--more related to quickly hobbling--to an escape that would also be stiffled by the fact that he had no idea where he was.

But even still, the idea seemed so appealing, though surely it would come to higher consequences. He had to wait now, his disoriented state would never let him navigate in a spinning room. He just had to hope that his brain would kick in quickly, the time between now and the last answer getting longer and in the most frightening manner. He couldn't know how long he sat there. It felt like hours. It was a while longer before something began to start working.

"Don't tell him anything!" The voice told him, its voice groggy like a drunk man, but caring unfathomable amounts of maliciousness and spite. "How can he know what's right and wrong?" But couldn't he just come back when he finds out? "He'll come back to hell." But-- "Tell me this," it interrupted, "what's the point of making sure that Kenji and Game and Adailia and Xeda and Ashton and Raevyn and Donald and all these others that wouldn't care less about you if you hadn't jumped into a spaceship? The only one that you owe in the least is Loki and it wouldn't be a benefit nor a hindrance if he died." We have to look out for each other, don't we? "And when did all the humans become a pack of civilized wolves, Ronnyboy?"

He didn't know how to answer that question. So now he felt like he had to answer two rather difficult questions. "You're pathetic. Just answer the question." Wha-- "Where did they go, when they'd go," it answered him quickly like someone who was irritated enough.

"I don't know where they went"--Didn't I already answer that?--"and they left for some girl," a girl whose name escapes him at the moment. Ronny spoke more to that voice than he did the alien in his answer, his eyes starting to let him get a clear view as his brain rebooted itself.

A girl. That information he knew, but why was the question. Lady Luka's idiocy had left him with little information about her whereabouts, all he knew was that she was missing. He didn't have the time check the local crime rings to see who had taken her, and frankly he didn't care, he just wanted to know where the humans were going, and how they were getting there. And he wasn't going to get that from this worm. "Tell me, swine, about these powers of yours. You seemed to avoid this question." he knew that he had struck some sort of nerve in asking it, but that was the point. He was trying to get the boy to spill his guts, and the more angry he was, the more mistakes he would make. But this boy... So frail, not at all angry. Why was that? His power seemed to emanate from negative emotions, but this boy... He was irking him. Making him want to smack him across the room, and this time splatter his brains out.

Powers? He didn't want to talk about his "powers" especially when being as clueless to it as himself. And then there was that brooding question on whether or not to answer. Every one of them had a silent packed about not revealing their powers. It was a secret advantage, only used when it really needed to, though he had a feeling he'd blown their cover, somewhat.

Tell it? Or no? It wasn't like he could avoid the question by answering another one, but he could always lie. Lying, as bad of a situation it could put him in, seemed to be the most favorable option. He could get away with it. The voice was right, how could it know? It had some kind of portable lie detector in its brain. How absurd the thought was, though Ronny was naive to the fact that it existed and may well be true. His fear didn't want him to think about the odds right now, just how to protect himself, to make himself safe from further harm. Which would be worse? Telling a lie and having it leave satisfied or telling the truth and possibly dooming them all?

It seemed like lying was the best choice. But how to word it.... that would be the most difficult part. "M-My powers? They're... they're..." he trailed off, from fear of speaking and from a blank in his mind. And, stuttering? Why did he have to do that? "What about them?" God, why did he say that of all things? It just came out, he meant to say something completely different.

"That's it," the impatience in Kargagna's voice was impossible to miss as he pulled out his laser and aimed it at t he boys leg. "Tell me, or I'll blow your leg clean off! I want to know about all of the humans powers, not just yours. I'm pretty sure you were all ecstatic about figuring our your abilities, so you must know some of the others powers, even if you don't know yours. Now, it's either sell out your friends, or... I shoot you and-." he paused pressing the button that controlled the collars. Every single human would instantly get a 600 volt shock that would leave them writhing in pain. He didn't have to be near them to know they were all screaming. In a split second he cut it off again, "There, now you've caused your friends even more pain. This could all be ended if you would just tell me what I need to know, and stop beating around the bush!"

His leg!? Why not an arm? He can't walk with his arm. Oh God, look at him now, dealing liek someone who knows they're going to lose a limb. This is why lying, when you can't think of anything, doesn't work. Ronny yelped as electricity shot through him so suddenly, causing all of the muscles in body to tense painfully. The short sentence seemed like an eternity and seemed to last longer when it ended. His throat hurt, pain coursing through it when ragged breaths passed. It was possibly burned, maybe worse. Mid-breathe he found himself coughing harshly, blood, but not much, coming up.

He couldn't think of much to say, and avoiding the question again would surely be no good. Another shock like that, larger or not, would take his ability to talk, assuming he still could, let alone breathe normally, which was already a difficulty now. Why the throat? Shock an arm, shock a leg, but the throat? Well, there was no use debating a done deed.

"They'r--" he cut himself off, wincing and forcing himself not to react to the pain that was set off from uttering the usually easy word. The raggedness of his voice surprised him as well, unused to hearing it that way. Ronny didn't want to speak, but he had to if he ever wanted to walk again. He tried to devise a way to say it in as little words as possible. "I don't know," he finally managed to say, "some people can read auras and go through walls and make things out of nothing and turn into a dinosaur," he stopped when the pain was too great, hoping that that much was good enough. He forgot to match powers with names or even think about doing that, but... Maybe that was enough?

Superpowers… It was an interesting concept, he realized that he already knew some of their powers, but needed names as well, this boy seemed to have forgotten that minor detail. But that didn’t matter much, seeing as he had all the evidence he needed to bring it up with the council. “Good boy. Now, tell me again, why the humans left Sigma in the first place, and how. None of them had any prior training to a spaceship, and if someone is helping them, I’ll find them for sure.” He stared intently at the boy, he had proved himself useful and resilient, a good soldier if he wasn’t such a wimp about it. He took a step away from the boy, sheathing his gun with a sigh. He felt slightly empowered to see the boy wriggle helplessly on the ground, it felt like he had some control in his chaotic world, he had held the trigger of his electric collars tighter, his claws an inch from pressing the big red button down. One tap, and he could kill the humans. But he then he'd be charged with murder, and there was so much more that could happen after that, bad idea, very bad.

The cell seemed to become much colder when the giant, scaled alien turned from him. What had he just done? Easy to answer, told an alien their basic secrets; the silent pact and order broken in one false swoop. Who cared about his leg? His was probably going to die anyways since he'd probably still be shipped off, and with the approval of the behemoth before him, sent to the psychotic Supermax for worse punishment than this childish goading. And what's worse? They were all going to die for this. What matter would it be if the hulking thing before him decided to press the button until their hearts burned to stopping and killed them in the moments of cardiac arrest? They'd perish undoubtedly. And what if they weren't slain immediately? Kill the useless ones and keep the others until they get too wild to handle or become obsolete. Worse, worked into their own deaths. And whose fault would it be? Ronny's, of course. His for allowing such turmoil onto all of them. He would be more willing for any type of punishment than to have to live out with them and watch suffering he'd caused. They'd surely hate him. He'd hate himself.

"What selfish people they'd be. You've granted them life." I've condemned them. "Better to live than die." And for how long? "Every moment counts." You don't get it. "Don't I? Why would such a sophisticated and gleefully brutish creature even ask you anything if it would kill you anyways?" For what else? Answers. "To what? Where your friends fairy off to? Whatever plans they have will die with a press of a button. Your life is in its claws no matter what you do, Ronny." Just shut up. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts, not have the intruding second man to whisper in the back of his head. It never helped him anyways. It got him into this foul mess. He knew it'd all been that controlling things doing when he found himself at the end of a murder, the first words he heard being "Tag in" maliciously said, and yet... happy, like a kid with the largest box of crayons. It seemed like its control was more far reaching than he'd thought it was, and with the encore of that thought, he just faintly heard the sound of its ominous laughter, taunting him as it always did. If only he could remove it, but that thought only made the faint noise louder.

He wished he could turn back time, so none of this would have happened. For once he'd decide not to go out and do something. It didn't seem after this day he'd be doing much of that anymore, so why not start early? They always say things in time have to happen, but couldn't he delay it if he stayed indoors? Or was the alien on a trip to the apartments anyways? That would seem more likely than waiting it out. With every new idea there was immediate rejection. It didn't seem like there was any way out of this hole. No way out of this cell.

"You could always try and escape." If I run then they'd kill me, or at least send me to that other planet. "Haven't we already established that it'll happen anyways?" I'd rather not speed it up. "So every moment does count." Are you just here to prove yourself right? "You know I'm always here to help." Last time you helped I ended up discussing escape and death. "All great subjects." Ugh. "Fine, fine, I see you're getting impatient--as always--so I'll tell you this. If not for escape, why not get the ogre? Back turned, sunken in its own muse. It's your chance, boy." What good will that do? I'll just end up dead! "You're missing the point. If you get rid of him, alien knowledge of your little friend's secret will vanish into dust. Die or not, it'll be a noble effort." Ronny thought about the invitation. It was true, the large beast was vulnerable, or seemingly so. It was a chance to take, either way. "So you'll do it?" What other choice do I have? "You could just sit there." Ugh. What do I even do? Jump him? "Obviously not. Just trust your clever friend." I wouldn't use the word friend. "Whichever one you'd like."

Ronny pushed himself up from the ground, using the wall to rise himself upright and focusing on keeping himself quiet and on the alien's movements. He winced as he did so, the wounds and still tender scars causing pain to inflict him. What hurt most, was the permanently damaged spot on his stomach where the aliens had so cruelly ripped the skin off. It healed painfully slow, hardly a small film of skin developing over it to heal. His blood stained pants cracked near silently as the black blood broke apart from each other. What do I do? "Relax and it'll come naturally." Ronny tesned automatically, remembering the last time it had told him to "relax". "As long as you don't faint again you'll be fine." Hmphf, sure. But what other choice did he have? He didn't have much other choice than to listen and comply. It was hard to calm down though. Ever second he thought the thing would turn around and catch him and threaten him. Taking his standing as a threat or attack, which it was, and inflict more pain on him. How could he relax under such circumstances. It was even hard to force himself to do it. The thought of what would happen when he did scared him more than what the alien would do.

How could he go about this? His old "counselor" told him that breathing worked for his mood, but he didn't have time for all that. Maybe he could shorten it? He resolved on that. He breathed deeply, slowly, and quietly, trying to calm his nerves and his heart rate to lessen. It worked, a little bit. He could feel his rational coming back a little. Relaxing, he found, was a good way to get more relaxed. As he did so, it felt like a weight was being taken off of him slowly, but steadily faster as he became less and less tense. It was almost foreign. He hadn't felt this way and years. What was he all pent up for? It was when he caught the end of the plasma like substance he saw before he went here that startled Ronny, forcing him to stifle his cry as he became tense once again. He watched in horror as the stuff, traveling on the walls and cracking the seemingly well-made things easily, retracted, mending all of the damage it had cause. He looked around him, seeing that it had come from the bottom of his feet, and when it went back fully he saw it came from his hands to.

Heart pounding, he tried to figure out what exactly happened, more specifically, what it was. It was clear now that that stuff had come from him, not some alien mess like he'd originally thought. It scared him, knowing that he had this. What could it do? Other than cracked the wall of an advanced building? What had it done that day? What the hell was that!? "Pure beauty, Ronnyboy. Pure power. Strength. Control." I don't think I want to do this anymore! "Really? You'd quit like that? Now you'd look like a bafoon who decided to stand up. It was already working, Ronny, already doing everything you wanted. Why not let it?" That's not natural. "Oh, but I guess reading auras is, though? None of you are natural. Don't you get it yet?" I hate it. "Why hate it? Embrace it. Love it. It's not going away anytime soon, boy." It was right. it probably wasn't going away anytime soon, and he hated it for it. Why him? Why did he have to be cursed with such a horrid... mutation. Everyone seemed so... accepting of it. Could they see how dangerous they were? How... abnormal? They were hardly regular. They were freaks who absorbed too much radiation from the accusing sun. They were probably all dying from the toxin. Would they even reach their twenties? He doubted it, with or without the powers. But it was oh so tauntingly true. These powers would never go away, never relieve himself of them. They were hardly powers. They were like a cancer, but a cancer that gave them a chance against what they had to deal with now. "So why not let it give you a chance?" The voice said as persuasive as ever.

Why not...?

Ronny could think of much of an answer to that. If it was killing him, then not doing anything with it would be a waste. What if it sped it up? Could life get any better? The worst it could do is affect him the same way it did others. However it did. If I do do this... what do I use it on? "Everything, Ronny. Infect everything. The walls, the floor, the whole building and every worthless thing it it. Let them all suffer to you." Suffer? He wasn't sure about the sound of that, but he didn't question it. That person that resided in his mind was crazy, he had figure that a while ago. Whatever it said couldn't be entirely true. Ignoring the thought, he began to relax again, this time letting the intimidating substance spread, reaching the floor, the walls, the ceiling, and with every touch it destroyed, cracking them, rusting them, causing the foundation to begin to crumble, almost as if it had aged way past its years. If it kept up the whole establishment would be a ruin of its former self. As it made these changes that made Ronny's nerves rise, no matter how hard he tried to stop them, it crept closer and closer, like the shadow of a setting sun, to the heels of the alien before him, ready to afflict it with their havoc.

Kargagna turned around too see a cloud of... Well he really didn't know what it was. In all of his days traveling the galaxy he had never seen something quite like this. It seemed to have a shape at some times, but other times it didn't. Instinctively, he turned and fired at it with his laser, but missing the boy on every shot. The dark... thing curled around his wrist like a snake about to insert poison into his bloodstream. The fangs bit down on his hand, and he jerked back, stumbling through the transparent door, having let go of his laser and the electric collar button. He clasped his hand that throbbed violently, he wondered exactly what was happening. It felt like his hand was transforming, into something other worldly and unnatural. He pointed at the boy, anger and fear glinting in his tiny, beady eyes. "I'll make sure your death is the worst, you freak!" he called.

These humans were too dangerous to exist on Sigma anymore, and he knew just how to get rid of them. He had to break up the colony, if they weren't all connected then none of them could unite for some sort of rebellion. The strongest would need to be separated from the meek, the strong on clear surveillance, but allowed to roam free so they wouldn't react badly. Backing away from the cell that secured itself into lock down. His militaristic mind looking for some way to exploit their powers for his gain. Every idea he came up with seemed to be able to be countered. How... He didn't know.

Ronny sighed, watching the alien leave after cursing him with a worse death coming. "Maybe that wasn't the best idea," he murmured to himself. "Nonsense," the voice said as the cell door went into lock down, throwing him back into darkness. It was silent at that, the only sound the murmurs of the voices in his head and the silent breaking of the walls. His fear rose when the length of darkness went on. What if it was all trapped in here? And he'd drown in it? Could he? Drown in the own mess he let run free? He wished it, will the purple plasma to do its most horrible work and free itself from the depressing cell. It was then that the sounds of the mass got louder and in moments the door began to crumble. The edges of it dusted off like sand, pouring to the ground with a hiss, letting more and more light in.

The room was now, instead of well polished silver, a dead golden brown, rusted in and warped, what almost looked like a face etched into the side, its features showing nothing but pain and agony. Seeing the image Ronny jumped, trying to remove himself from it, his back pressing against the opposite wall and immediately took himself away from that when he felt its rough, piercing surface. It felt more like the rough of dying wood than metal. Looking around, the room wasn't the same, it was... completely different. A scarier version of its old self. "What happened?"

"Art happened." Before he could reply his attention was quickly taken away. His head snapped across the hall to the adjacent cell where the scream of the single alien inside rang out like screeching sirens. He watched it inside, clawing at itself as if there were creatures burrowing into its skin. No abnormalities, other than what was usually there, on its body. His heart ran cold as he watched it, scraping away skin and muscle as it tried to get to whatever was causing it so much pain. What was wrong with that thing? There was no rash, no attacking animal. Nothing around it except... except the plasma that leaked from his body. It had somehow made its way inside, pooling around the alien as it filled up the room, the bottom of the door cracking as its influence took hold. Ronny stared in horror as its screeches got worse, the welling blood of its scrapped away skin never ending, and the exposed muscle and tissue blackening in some areas, others it bled continuously, in others it kept it same healthy hue before it was ripped away by the frantic thing's claws.

It was torturing itself before his eyes and he couldn't believe it. Did he do this? "Yes you did. And this is just but the beginning.You could get better, stronger. And soon they'll be all screaming for you. Every single one in a sonorous chorus that would astound the greatest composers. Only if you listen to me." Ronny didn't like the sound of any of that. It sounded crazy, demented, perverted. Why or how could something find that so enjoyable? he couldn't look away, not even when yells of both fear and pain began to call out along with it. Others calling for help, another one being aided by the sounds of it scrapping at the door, nails ripping off from the intensity of its efforts. And as its screams became horse as they began to give out and the other ones became more numerous and the sirens off distress went off, something happened. He felt suddenly... good. Perfectly and wholly good, as if he'd accomplished the greatest goal or taken the greatest nap.

He felt fun, excitement, pleasure in everything. In hearing them, in watching them. The whole idea of making this happen and doing it over and over again. He didn't know what it was, that made this click of in his head and when the starts of a smirk came over his face he was horrified at himself. What was he doing? He felt as evil as the cheering in his head, but the negativity was short lived, for soon it was over taken again as he began to resolve his thoughts. Who cared if he was like it? He loved this, loved it fully. He enjoyed it like a sport or his favorite television show. Because that's all it was, entertainment at another's expense. Harmless fun for a neglected boy in the middle of space. It wasn't cruel of horrible. It was fine. These weren't people or puppy dogs who he tortured without effort. No, these were mindless things that deserved it in the first place, but even Ronny knew that was an excuse. Deserving or not he enjoyed the attack, even as it spread without him taking a step. Through the hallways of the building, up and crumbling it from the bottom. The staff inside not knowing how to react or what to do. Its slow, but deadly creep making the scene just a little more... funny.

The smirk became a smile, a full out grin as the alien before him, previously clawing its bones from its body now acting feral, monstrous. Its old features unrecognizable as it gnawed and ate at its own body, the pain from before seemingly not there at all. He laughed. Laughed at the silliness of the beast. Laughed at the moment of chaos. Laughed at Sigma. The whole dilemma here. The other teenagers and their foolishness, and, the most, how stupid all the other people were, especially his parents and old friends for not getting on the ship when they had the chance. In his head the voice laughed with him.

And all the while, as the plasma spread and infected and destroyed everything it touched, it corrupted the poor boys mind, addicting him to its control like a drug. Promising more joy with every use. More promise. More happiness. A much better perspective for its inhumane changes.