Becoming Heroes [ T-M ] [ PM ] [ Started-Accepting ] - Page 13

"And here we are." The procurer said to Cavin. "Director wanted something a little special for you. Something to keep you satisfied enough to stay with us." The man pushed in a small keycard into the scanner, opening the door. Cavin peered in, looking around the room. A pair of bright lights lit up the room, showing it's contents. It almost looked like a clean hotel room. There was a bed, a 'window' (as in it looked like a window, but instead of a view, it was a hologram), a T.V., a small dresser, and a seperate room with a bathroom inside it.
A tear almost came to Cavins eyes. Sleeping in a broken down vehicle, or under a noisy underpass made this seem almost like heaven.
"Remember, this is a privilege. Don't abuse it, as others have, or you will spend the rest of your time here in a sarcophagas. Do I make myself clear?" The procurer asked, staring intently at Cavin.
"Sir, i'm at like 97% loyalty right now. If you could procure me an X-box, internet connection, and a copy of The Orange Box, and I will throw myself in front of a tank shell for this place." Cavin answered, making a cross motion on his chest. The procurer looked at him funny.
"I'll take that as a 'I won't cause trouble.' If you need anything, feel free to ask. If you want food, then just follow the signs to the messhall. I will say this once more, do not abuse what we are giving you." The procurer threatened, throwing Cavin the keycard, and walking off. The door shut behind him with a hiss.

Cavin fell down on the bed, face down, chuckling so happy to himself. After repositioning himself several times, he got up and stripped out of his clothes. He walked into the bathroom, turned the shower on, and enjoyed a half an hour long shower.

After getting redressed into a clean jumpsuit, Cavin flipped on the T.V. and began watching whatever he could. All these luxuries he didn't have was amazing. It was so many years since he could just take a comfortable nap, and still have the T.V. on as background noise.

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Cavin spent his time looking down on several of the trapped people like him. Other procurers and scientists kept a close eye, making sure he wasn't going to try a rescue mission. Cavin wasn't there for that though. Instead he stood near them, talking to the caged bastards, usually while eating something good like cake, or ice cream, or icecream cake, while saying things like, "Oh man, this is so good. I'm so glad that I can have this!" and "After this delicious meal, I think I will have another one, then go OUTSIDE for a nice walk."
After causing the inmates enough distress, the scientists shooed Cavin off. He didn't leave at first, but when it turned from just fun to caging threats, Cavin left in a hurry.

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Sitting down in a wheel chair, Cavin thought hard, changing the manual chair, into a motorized throne. He raced down the hallways, doing donuts in the open spaces, and singing out random songs. At some points he would come down the hall slowly, announcing to several people, "I am professor X. Fear me."

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Cavin had returned to his bed, after annoying most of the HP staff. He wasn't used to doing stuff like this, so he had to enjoy himself thoroughly, but now he would calm things down. Besides, if he didn't act more mature, he could get kicked out.
Exhaling loudly, Cavin changed his bed into a stasis field type thing, using soft forcefields to keep him afloat.
He knew that things would become heavy down the road, so he would need his rest. But what would he do until then? All of the sudden, a thought came to his head.
He can upgrade anything into a weapon... That means he could make things out of junk, and still come out with something badass. Cavin smiled, then rolled to his side, drifting off to sleep. How fun this will be....

Steven Bishop (NPC)

Sighing, Steven left the room which now contained Simon Dumand. The next few weeks would be difficult on him, but Steven was interested to see what Compound X would do when fully injected into a human being. Simon was a perfect subject, so Steven hoped everything would go as planned. The next few months would be an extremely important time for Steven's overall objective.

Steven walked towards a door that lay before him. Following him, three Government officials watched, making notes. They came here to check up on Steven, to see how his progress was going. Steven was against being checked up on like a child, but he was certain that what he was about to show them would be proof enough of Steven's capabilities. The door ahead was black, atleast six inches think of solid steel. It had only one lock, which could be opened only be Steven. He approached it, placing his eye near a scanner. A small green light moved over him, then large metallic clicks began to sound. The door began to move, splitting open and revieling darkness. Without hesitation, Steven entered the room. The three Government officials followed slowly, barely able to see. Steven continued to walk, not saying a word. The door closed behind them, the darkness covering them all.

"Erm... Mr Bishop? What's going on?" Asked one of the men, fear very clear in his voice.

"All will be revieled. Lights On." Steven said in a deep voice, and immediatly, lights began to burst on, revieling the huge room. It took a few moments to take in the sights. All four of them stood on a metal walkway, high above the floor of the room. Below was the real sight, though. Directly below them, hundreds of pods lay in perfect formation, lined up in rows of a hundred. In each contained a person, completely frozen. The room itself was bracing cold, and Steven could see his breath infront of him.

"What is this?" One of them asked slowly, shocked.

Steven began to speak, sounding like a tour guide. "1500 specimens in total. Each is completely brain dead. Think of them as a blank slate, ready to be commanded. They have no emotions, no personal thoughts. They are ready to be filled with the thoughts of whatever you choose. The perfect part? With my new finished Compound X, I can give them whatever ability I choose, whether it be flying, control over fire, anything. While there abilities are limited to only one, they will be perfect front line infantry, capable of taking down entire armys if used correctly. We have estimated atleast a 35 percent survival rate as we awaken them over the next few weeks. These will be the soldiers you require."

"But who will lead them?" One of them asked.

"Are you familiar with Simon Dumand? Well, we are currenty giving him the required tools in order to control entire groups of these subjects, without saying a single word. I won't bore you with the details, but if all goes correctly, they will be the perfect soldiers, much better then my past TSTS's ever could be."

With that, Steven turned and left, leaving the three men to watch the test subjects. This would take up much of Steven's time over the next few months, in awakening all the test subjects in that room, giving each of them the required abilities and filling them with military knowledge. But, as usual, Steven still had one more plan prepared, something nobody could ever anticipate...

OOC: This is the last post for this NPC until the time skip. I still need to post for my main character first, though.

I look though my papers my so-called cure back-fired badly for i threw away that paper. I see minda laying on the bed i grin "Don't you dare cassie, the director will have your head if you disobey him again, look what you did to may, she could have killed him" I hear. I groan as i see her team walk in and sit by her. "I won't test on her don't worry not after getting chewed out by the director last time"I said going back to my paper work.

"Flashback"

I was called in the director office, "Oh no, not good"I thought i knock and walk in, i see he not happy with me. "I told you that any freelancer initiavire are not to be tested on, i will not have my order disobeyed, if you do it again you'll find your self in a cage, do you understand"He said i nod and said "Yes director it will never happen i promise"I said he nods "Good, now get out"He said i walk out

"Flashback ends"

I slowly wake up, yet again. This time I'm in the Medical Room. I put my hand up to my forehead, my head thumping wildly. I slowly sit up, and looked around. I noticed a girl looking at me funny (Lighting Blade) and she had I guess her team around her.
"She's awake." said one of the medical staff.
"What happened to me?" I asked through my mask.
"You blacked out. We don't know why you did though." one of the other meduical staff said again.
I put my legs over the table, getting ready to stand up. I got off the table and walked out, the other people just staring at me.
I exit out of the room, heading to the Director's office again, until one of the procurers came along.
"The Director doesnt want to be bothered at this time." he said.
"Too much on his plate then, I suppose?" I asked.
"You can say that. He told me to show you to your room." he replied.
"My own room? Sweet! Lead me to it then." I said.
"Indeed. Please follow me." he said. He started walking and showed me to my room. He handed me the key card and I walked in. I first headed to my bed and layed down. I didnt even look at my room.



OOC: I'm all ready for the time lapse now.

"Ready..."

I stood still, taking in slow, deep breaths of the warm breeze that blew through the grand hall. The once glass ceiling about fifteen floors above me was now shattered, reveiling the night sky and the rain that poured down on the whole room. The ground I stood on was cracked slightly from my landing through the glass ceiling. The room looked like a reception room, with a front desk, computers, telephones, staircases and elevators. I wore a long brown trench coat, which had slight rips in it from crashing through the glass earlier. My hair hung slightly past my eyebrows, completely wet and water dripping from it slowly.

"Aim..."

The past few months had been difficult. The Government hadn't gave up or slowed down in it's attempts to capture us with abilities, who they called TSTS's. They sent others with abilities after us, but there numbers weren't very large, and they were not often used. There main unit of choice were there military soldiers. While they were not easy to take out, I had manaed alright. I didn't know if it was just because of what was going on in my life, or whether it was whatever I had been injected with, but the past months had changed me. I had become more agressive, more determined and become much better at using my abilities. For example, because of my regenerative ability, I had leant that my blood could actually be used to heal people, although I hadn't got many chances to try this. Right now, I was entering a Government office building, hoping to find information on where the other Government facilities were. However, it seemed they had prepared for such a situation, as right now, there were about ten armed guards standing ahead of me, guns raised, about to fire. I smiled slightly, raising my right hand and my palm facing them.

"Fire!"

Bullets began to fly in my direction, ending the once silence of this grand hall. A few civilians were running, screaming towards the exit. I remained still, not moving an inche as the rain continued to pour down on me. Seconds passed, and the men stopped firing. I looked forward, and the guards looked in disbelief. All the bullets they fired were infront of me, frozen in the air. The guards began stumbling back, lowering their guns. I flicked my wrist, and almost as if they had a mind of their own, the bullets turned and started to fly towards the guards who had fired them. Mere moments later, all the guards fell, killed by their own bullets.

I started to walk forward, heading towards one of the elevators. I pressed the button, and the door opened with a low beep, and I stepped inside. The elevator began to move down, towards the basement. This wasn't the first Government building I had attacked in the past months, so I knew where to go. I stood in silence, until the door opened again. I was instantly deafened by the sound of gunfire. I stepped to the side, as the bullets pierced the metal of the elevator. I waited until the gun fire halted, then sprung forward. I ran down the hallway towards the guards. I moved my hand, as a few of the guards flew backwards, hitting the wall behind them. Others continued to fire, with a bullet even going through my shoulder. I managed to ignore the pain, knowing that if I stopped, i would be dead. At the end of the hallway, apart from a few side rooms, was a large vault door. That was what I was here for. Whatever they were hiding behind it, I wanted it.

I flung the guns from the hands of the remaining guards, moving close to them. I swung the back of my foot into the face's of one of them, then brang my fist to the face of the other. Staring at the last, I again flicked my wrist, and his head spun, snapping his neck. I turned now, facing the vault door. It had a keypad next to it, but I had no idea what the code was. Standing back abit, I raised my hand towards it. I began using my ability on the vault door, hearing the metal start to twist and bend.

It had been about two weeks since I had last seen Bryan and his group. I thought it would be safer to go alone, avoid travelling in big groups. I had no idea what they were doing now, but I assumed their end goal was still the same as mine. We need to find the location of the main facility, to try and put a stop to whatever was happening.

The door began to pull out from it's frame, scrapping the metal around it. Metal sparks flew everywhere, as I moved the vault door, dropping it with a huge bang. My nose started to bleed slightly from the strain of doing that. I walked forward, stepping over the vault door. I walked inside the surprisingly small vault, looking around. To my surprise, it was filled with paperwork. I had expected some kind of chemicals or captives. I began to scan through the paperwork, looking for anything important. After what felt like an hour, i found nothing. I kicked a threw a few of the papers to the floor in a rage. I had found barely any usefull information in weeks. Then, however, a file on the floor caught my eye. I picked it up, reading the title.

The Human Project.

I took the file, knowing this wasn't the time to read it. I ran back towards the elevator, knowing it wouldn't be long before back-up arrived here, and I really did not want to be here when that happened.

"Three months before"

I was sitting in a chair thinking as my minds starts clearing up alittle "May we need to act now"Ben said i look up at him "Do what, get us killed or have me use my powers, you never do anything"I yelled getting up. I been fighting with ben and anyone that tried to make me do anything. The truth is i don't care for there goal, my goal is to stop the government and find a place where i belong.

I start regreting turnning on the director of the human project, i had it made there, food, a room, and i felt home there but now i was stuck here. "May we can't stay here"Kathy said i send a dark ball at her making her have nightmares, i had it with ben kathy and the rest. I fell asleep.

"Present"

"May whats our plan"Ben asked i stare at him, i had it with him alwas asking me as i was the leader. "I don't know, i'm going to talk to the director of human project and you guys are helping me"I said walking off with them following. "This is a bad idea may he will kill you"Ben said i kept walking

Steven Bishop (NPC)

"We're ready..." Muttered Steven, staring down at his creations. He stood on the metal walkway of this room, which stretched half a mile long. Steven couldn't help but feel... proud. To the people below him, he was their creator, their God. He had given them the life they now hand, and he could just as easily take it away. Ofcourse, he never would. He would have no need to; everything in this room was completely under his control. He now had no need for any of the guards in this facility, so he ordered them to be dispatched and sent elsewhere. Below Steven, his children stood, waiting for there orders.

Everyone of Steven's creation stood below him. First, were the few First Set Test Subject's. They would act as field commanders, controlling the majority of the forces here. They were one of the most powerful in this room and, if accompanied with the correct test subjects, had the powers of any around them. There strength was unmatched. They would do what was needed to complete their orders and, so far, none had been killed in combat. Steven didn't expect that to change any time soon.

Next, came the Second Set Test Subjects. There were, in a way, the special forces of this army. They had excellent military training, and had spent years perfecting there ability's. The most perfect part? They had no control over anything they did. All orders were followed perfectly. They had a mix of abilities, all seeming random, but they were very skilled. These would be deployed for operations which required... perfection. They would also be used to guard this main facility from any form of danger. Steven had always been surprised by how successful they had been in combat.

Then there was Steven's newest creation. The final subjects. Steven had spent the majority of the last few months perfecting these. What was so good about them? Steven chose each and every ability that each of them had. There were entire groups which could teleport, groups which could fly, groups which could explode, and even groups which could emmit an Electro-Magnetic pulse to disable enemy equipment. Basically, if there was any ability, the final subject's would have an entire group for it. However, there had been one ability Steven couldn't stabalize; immortality. He never could re-create the ability. It didn't matter, it wasn't required right now. These were the soldiers the Government had wanted from the start, and they were finally ready.

Finally in Steven's army were the military soldiers. Steven planned on using these as nothing more then cannon fodder, as he no longer had use for them. He had atleast an army of 2000 subjects, not including any military soldiers. He was ready. However, there was one more thing. Simon Dumand.

Three months ago, Steven had injected Simon with the Compound X. Compound X was the final part of Steven's work, containing a mix of every ability created. Initially, Steven wanted to just find out what the compound would do when fully injected into a human host. Even Steven himself was shocked at the results. Simon had gone through massive physical and mental changes. Firstly, he had grew to a astonishing ten foot tall. The entire left side of his body went through massive deformities, now appearing as a mix of blood and bone, while the right side of his body remained the same. His left arm was now an outstretched clawed fist, capable of picking up a grown man. He made the First Set Test Subject's look normal. His ability's however, were rather interesting. Instead of having control of every ability, like Steven had planned, Simon could only use one ability at a time, but it seemed he could choose whatever ability that was. Steven didn't know how long it took him to change his ability, but he suspected it must take atmost ten minutes. The entire proccess had caused massive mental strain on Simon, as he first tried to reject it. After weeks of tests and mental experimentation, Steven eventually wiped Simon's memory. He was now, like the others, under Steven's control. Seeing as Steven couldn't actually enter the battle field, Simon would lead the army, almost like a General.

Everything was ready. Steven had his army, and he planned to use it to his goal. He could not imagine a force capable of defeating this, although he suspected many would try. Steven, however, was prepared...

Cavin sat on his bed a little sullen. Despite that he just got congratulated in front of the entire facility. That had nothing to do with it though. Shaking his head, he rolled up the sleeves on his shirt. The black rot had spread up his arm towards his elbows, almost reaching the joint.
Through the years, Cavin had noticed that his arms would grow rotten more and more, but it was only a little bit. The past 3 months had yeilded much more activity though, and that worried him.
Of course he had been using his power much much more the past 3 months then he had in the past 3 years as well. That had to have had something to do with it.
But what would happen if this continued? Would it kill him? Would it just change his appearence? Cavin thought long and hard on it, then shook his head.
He jumped off his bed, and into his computer chair. Starting up his laptop, Cavin turned on some Team Fortress 2, to help him forget about what he was thinking.
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After many hours of eliminating the enemy, Cavin had had enough. He left his laptop running, but he shut down his game, as he got up to adventure around the HP base again. He had made himself well known to everyone around the base. Though it wasn't all good reviews, he was still well known, and that sort of made him happy.
"Sir." or "Ma'am" Were what Cavin would say to most who passed by him. They would mostly nod, and walk on, paying no mind. He continued this routine for awhile, till he got to the testing range. More so a shooting range really. Normally there were only a few that would visit this place, but after the upgrades, it was jam packed with so many people ready to test their new armaments.
There was mostly the sound of lasers, but occasionally there would be a loud boom or two.
Cavin couldn't help himself. He was curious to see the product of his assistance.

He squeezed himself in, watching as the lasers tore apart their targets, and watched as large portions were blown to pieces by the "Virgil" weapons. After several explosions, Cavin could hear a manaical laugh. He recognised the voice. Pushing up close, Cavin got next to one of the newly named Stratiotis, a friend of his. Bald on the head, muscular all around, and at least a good foot taller than him, stood Borris. The crazed Russian.
"This weapon good for tearing part little government babies!" He laughed.
"Enjoying your new weapon there Borris?" Cavin said loudly, over the sounds of lasers. Startled slightly, he looked around, then saw Cavin standing below him.
"Oh, Da. Very much so." He said with a grin.
"Well you are welcome. You know. Cause this wouldn't have been made without me and all." Cavin replied, nudging him.
"Da, da, thank you. Shut up and let me shoot." He muttered, poppping off another shot. Cavin chuckled and went to turn, before stopping to see a soldier shoot one of the laser weapons. An idea came to his mind, and he wanted to execute it badly. Approaching the stratoitis, Cavin started whistling. When he got next to him, he shouted to him.
"Hey! Let me see that real quick." The soldier rubbed the bridge of his nose, then handed the weapon over, hoping to cause as little conflict as possible. Cavin occasionally took things by force if it wasnt given at first demand.
"Don't worry! I won't break it!" He chuckled, aiming down the sights.
"This thing will probably shoot straight through the base or something. Just watch." He focused hard, trying to upgrade the weapon in his hand.
This started differently though. Instead of changing to its new color, as the weapon was already there, the red lights started purging to a bright white. The weapon began to shake, and make high pitched noises. Others took notice and started to step back.
"What the hell are you doing Mr. Winick!?" The soldier asked as his gun started shaking sparatically.
"I don't know!" Cavin responded. Soon the warmth given off began to burn his hands. Nothing he made ever burned his hands, but this did. When it became unbareable, he chucked the laser down the way as far as he could. Continuing to shake, bouncing around, and hissing even louder, Cavin shouted out,
"HIT THE DECK!" Everyone occupying the testing room, jumped towards the exit, bouncing on top of each other.
With an explosion larger than a Virgil shot, the laser rifle exploded, sending white plasma out in an intricate formation. The boom itself would no doubt be heard throughout the base, as it left most people inside the room with a temporary deafness in the ears.
People moaned and groaned, holding their heads, while sitting up.
"Sorry! Sorry everyone!" Cavin shouted, even though he knew they would only hear mumbles.