Detox

Damien was the first to answer, was it even an answer. She felt as if someone had laid out the contents of the universe before and said, "Here is x and y, a is b, but b is also c, however c is also a. Lastly d is all three. What does this mean?"
Savannah gazed at Damien as if he had lost his mind. It was like he was one of those things out of them movies, they look human but act like machines. As if she could understand what he was on about! "You are not amusing." She hissed.

Next was Lochlann, the kitsune released a light sigh. "Of course, the fault is not ours but we can not afford distractions during crucial moments, next time I'll abandon this party." She warned. It was partly a lie, truthfully it would pain her to leave others behind which the chance they could perish. Especially when her presence might shift the chance of survival. Savannah sheepishly rose to her feet, her bandaged arm shaking, her hold grew tighter to hold it still.

"I believe we did not progress too far from where we initially started." Savannah commented. If it wasn't use to certain actions by a certain individual then this would have happened. She kept that to herself though.

She rolled her eyes away from the horse that was Lochlann. "Do not encourage that boy's arrogance, if he wishes to indulge us then he can as we move." Her tone came off as annoyed and tired as she dragged herself over to the double doors that would lead out in the hall ways of the hospital. Her free hand rested on the door handle.

"I should have gone after that unfortunate boy myself." She growled towards Damien.

A nurse. A nurse, a stupid nurse all dressed in white, small women with small faces and sour looks in their eyes, all strong, all trained to deal with the patients like him. It all came back to him at once, all the pain and suffering from being locked in a glass room with too much light, cut away from his shadow, hitting him like a tsunami that made him roar with angre, a monster still alive in the vents roaring with him, before pouting into the room. He let go of a child, reaching for a nurse, before he left a different hand of his. Turning around, growling, he saw a boy he was chasing trying to stop him from taking a life. That, wasn't going to work. Forming a knife out of roaring shadow, he raised his other hand, lashing at him.

After his commentary he turned to head toward the stairs.

"You are not amusing." He heard from behind him. That comment he ignored finding himself very amusing at the moment, but keeping in mind that normally when someone didn't think something was amusing they didn't feel the need to state that it wasn't.



"Do either of you have any idea what the hell is after it? Damien, you blasted it, so I'm going to cross a line here and ask how you managed to have that work when Savannah's fire didn't."
This time it was Loch's voice.

"My pistol has a number of modes with which it can fire. Clips are loaded using confirmations to switch to different modes of fire. Rubber bullets, ballistic rounds, silver rounds, ectoplasmic disruptor rounds, screecher rounds, and finally, UV rounds. The rounds I have loaded at current are UV rounds, basically concentrated bursts of UV radiation loaded into a small flare." He explained, leaving out several major details such as lethal eliminator mode and the finer details as to how the weapon actually worked.

When that had been explained he turned and started towards the stairs again, having ignored most of what the Kitsune had said.That was until she said the last part. Oh he could see he wasn't going to get along with the fox just like with his pack.
"Well at least this one hasn't tried to kill me. He thought to himself.

"I should have gone after that unfortunate boy myself." He had heard here say. This was the last straw on the proverbial camel's back.

"You could have. And if you had done that you would have been separated, isolated, and probably would have burned down the building going through the wall with your fire, and unless you have some way to fly, you would have come to the same conclusion that I did, come back, saved your friends, and gone up stairs with a proper tactical approach. Now stop blaming everyone for everything that happens and be solution oriented. This isn't the time for 'look at me' syndrome." He replied, long winded and finally at the end of his rope, he needed to cut the foreplay short. With that he headed for the stairs, oblivious as to whether the others were going to follow and headed to the last floor he had been able to see their companion at before he lost visual.

"UV rounds seem to be effective, storing data. Kitsune identified as fire elemental, recharge capability not applicable. Secondary reality deviant noted as some sort of... werehorse, additional information lacking, specific type of reality deviation unknown. Potential output for damage, unknown. Weaknesses and tactical training unknown. Assessment of tactical capabilities of current associates, estimated at approximately 23%, proper training time unknown. Recommended course of action: turn back." His AI assessed. He had been able to figure all of that out by himself and at this point it was just annoying. At this point he'd almost rather listen to the Kitsune for an hour he decided.

The child had been released, and he fled to rejoin the others, who were screaming in high pitch tones. They clamored away from the insect swarm coming towards them.

"No, no..." was all Abel could think as he saw them out of the corner of his eye.

He tried his best to wrench the shadowy man away from the nurse, when suddenly one of the hands seemed to produce a knife from seemingly nothing. It lashed at him, and he pulled away too slowly.

The blade came at his arm, striking it. As soon as it did, his powers instinctively lashed out with a burst of physical force to parry the blade. This force wasn't strong enough to fully divert the blade, but at least drove it off enough to make it only a glancing blow.

For the shadowy man, the hit would feel odd, as if some invisible hand pushed the blade away at the moment it made contact with his arm.

As shallow as the wound was, it was still an open wound. Blood poured from his arm. The pain filled him with fear, and forced him back. In his frantic bid to flee, he surrendered his grip on the shadowy man's wrist, letting him free.

Thankfully, the nurse had managed to get away while the two men struggled with each other. She rushed towards the door, pulling the table away from it. The three to four cardboard boxes and the table they rested on were hardly much a barricade to begin with.

As Abel stumbled back away from the dangerous blade, gripping his wound as the children began to pour out into the hallway. Would it be any safer out there?

He quickly began backtracking towards them and the exit, his fear filled eyes darting back and forth between the insect swarm and the man with the knife. He suddenly stopped next to what appeared to be a medical cabinet. A common sight in a hospital, the kind you don't pay attention to unless you worked there. He reached to open it, ripping the door off its hinges. It had been locked, but he was accessing his powers on pure instinct. He didn't have time to waste on locked doors. The fear of death pushed him to strive towards survival.

He threw the door at the knife wielding man as an extra measure. He quickly picked out the unique flammable symbol on one of the bottles and grabbed it and fled from the approaching swarm of screeching insects that were almost upon him. As he ran towards the door and the kids, he ripped open the bottle, and scooped up one of the candles he passed.

'Warning: Highly Flammable. Keep away from open flames,' the bottle read. He stopped and turned, emptying the contents in front of the swarm of insects, then throwing the empty container into them. He stepped back, and used the candle to light the puddle of liquid ablaze.

He got lucky, and picked out something particularly flammable and the puddle lit up burning brightly as the insects began to crawl over it.

It wouldn't burn long, but hopefully it would buy the kids some time. He looked past the flames to the knife wielding man one last time, before turning to run away.

Just to believe for a second, just a second! Lochlann became less than supportive in her case. It almost seemed typical for the men to band together.

As much as she wanted to not listen she didn't have a choice, what a chore it was. She looked away from Damien clearly not interested. He dared speak of her saving them as friends? Friends! They had only met yet he would like to think they were acquainted enough to consider each other that! Her eyes narrowed sharply. Who was this lad to lecture her?

She needn't bat an eye lash at Damien and Lochlann as they both left the room. Her firsts had curled into balls. "Swine, fifth, fools." She cursed under her breath. The fox waited a few moments to vent her annoyance before she stepped out the room. They two boys were already gone, her bet was they started to head upstairs. At least they weren't abandoning the lad they were separated from. Damien's words rung in her head, her teeth gritted at the thought. He dared underestimate her, then so be it the dolt.

Savannah reluctantly forced herself to make her way up the dark stairs alone.

Eventually she can to see the behind of Lochlann, she held a grudgingly sore expression. It was then her nose filled with a scent that seemed somewhat familiar. She made an audible sniffing sound, "Fire." She stated and then glanced at Damien. Somehow she couldn't help herself but smirk, the boy spoke of the building being burnt down. It was rather a sicken coincidence that the hospital could be in danger of burning, but one Savannah found amusing none the less. Luckily for her she was a fire fox, be it soaring flames it will not harm her, save for her clothing of course.

He could hear the Kitsune calling them names but decided to ignore her, much like with Sounga. He wasn't allowed to kill her, but this one would have been top of his list if he was still hunting. He quickly drove the thoughts from his mind and continued forward, focusing instead on Loch's comments.
"My weapon fires rounds meant for handling a number of supernatural entities. It's only luck and human thinking that allowed this to actually work. As far as harming it, I can only fire one type of ammunition at a time and my UV rounds don't do any physical damage to anything that doesn't just burn in the sun. I can play support and cancel the shadows but at the cost of visibility and you'll have to do the attacking. I don't know anything about these shadows and my scanners are not able to identify them." He explained as he continued to walk.

Eventually he turned the stairs, opening the door to the floor he had last seen Able. He could barely see the ceiling because of the smoke but the amount of smoke that was there was not indicative of there being an ongoing fire. Bearing that in mind he continued, following the smoke to its source and holding his breath as he walked.

The fire danced before him.

That stupid, stupid boy. He thought he could stop him, that the fire could buy him time? He had escaped from a glass room and a ward full of people trained to deal with him. Something as small as that could never stop him.

He extended his arm before him, the knife pointing at the door, before closing his eyes, and roaring, again. The knife extended, turning into a sword, then a spear, and then something even longer. What people often didn't realised was that a weak like like this often maid for more shadow than breaking the darkness. Soon, the path was created among the dancing flames, and he sent his bugs through it, ordering them to follow the stupid kids. He himself returned safely into the walls to see what others were doing. The hospital seemed almost empty from there, only a few speckles of life here and there. His first creature had done a good job before it was killed by that idiot with a gun. Which reminds him... He needed to find him.

Abel saw the man's knife grow larger as dark shadows gathered around it. He decided not to stick around to find out what he would do when that weapon finished growing. He fled after the children. He noticed the insects stopping to wait for the fire. They only began to proceed through after a path appeared in the dwindling flames. The water sprinkler system, that sprang to life made sure that the fires died down quickly, but still he had succeeded in buying precious few seconds. That much time could be the difference between life and death.

He managed to catch up to the door the children fled through. He saw them shrieking down the room towards another door, guided by the nurses, but he hesitated.

In the beds in the room were various men and women hooked up to machines. People who could not flee, and had not yet been preyed upon. There were even a couple nurses and doctors whom had stayed to manually operate substitutes for the failed machines. The equipment next to the patient's beds were not moving. There were no lights or steady beeps.

Even as the doctors and nurses looked towards Abel in fright, they continued to pump air into their patients lungs with the contraptions they held in their shaking hands.

This made Abel hesitate. As it was now, he was the only thing standing between the approaching insect hoard and these poor unfortunate people. He remembered the horror of the insects clawing away at him. It filled him with fear. He never wanted to experience that again.

That was true, yes, however, at the same time, he was more afraid of abandoning these people to a similar fate. He closed the doors he was standing between, breaking eye contact with the people in the room, and turning to face the insects that were now closing in upon him.

Standing in front of the door, he was determined not to let them past. He turned from side to side, to make sure he was alone and no one could see him. He noticed even that knife wielding stranger was gone. Having made sure he was alone, he began using his power, despite himself. His ability allowed him to create physical force, and was stronger when using his physical body as the medium to create that force. So he used his own body as the focus. However, instead of sending the force outwards like normal, he did the opposite.

It was weak at first, but the insects charging at him would find it easier to do so. As if a strong wind was pushing them forward. Or to be more accurate, a force was sucking them in. That is, only if physical force could affect the creatures. He still wasn't sure. Either, way he poured all of his fear and courage together to focus. As he continued to concentrate, the force became stronger and he began to glow very lightly. If his physical force could affect them, the creatures would not be able to crawl past him, instead they would be pulled off the floor and towards his body. Still he concentrated more on focusing his power. He fought through the feeling of the insects crawling up his legs, biting and scratching. Instead of ignoring them, he took the pain and fear they caused him, accepted it, made it his own, and used it to focus his fury. Anger was more useful than sorrow and fear.

Suddenly, he began shinning brightly. His physical force began to affect the general area. Furniture began being dragged closer to him. Paper tacked to the a cork board on the wall were ripped off and drawn to his body. His goal was to gather up all the insects and crush them against his body before they could do any harm to him. To accomplish this, he simultaneously emitted an outwards force from his body, as he stood steadfast and true within the larger vortex of physical force he created to pull everything around him close. By now, he'd be shinning so bright that it'd be difficult to look at him, let alone see his face.