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#Post#: 7562--------------------------------------------------
Uncontrollable Series
By: nitrox116 Date: April 21, 2014, 7:12 pm
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This is an edited version of the story in the CST section.
Besides minor moving or altering of dialogue, major changes can
be found below:
1) Unpinnable is deleted.
1.25) All characters from Unpinnable are deleted.
1.50) Dr. Hook still exists as a historical figure.
2) Ezo, Hisoka, and The Doctor are deleted. Fidus Corporation
remains as the source of the boosted powers.
3) Diodus is fleshed out more as a character. He, Eona, and
Ryker have more dialogue.
3) Bianca is not from the past; she is a normal Protection
agent.
Book 1: Uncontrollable
Year 2445
The sun rose, illuminating a large prison complex. This island
had held a prison for many centuries. First, it was called
Alcatraz. Now, after the revolution in genetic technology that
gave everyone superpowers, it was only known as the Asylum. It
was a place for people whose powers could not be controlled.
One such person was a 15-year-old boy named Lloyd Watson, whose
Central Control powers – the ability to control powers and minds
– had killed everyone at a train station ten years before. Ever
since then, people called him Psycho.
Psycho sat in his cell, in a meditative position. It was almost
impossible to tell if he was awake or asleep. Two guards
carefully walked into his cell to check on him.
"Hey. Psycho. Why are you still asleep? It's 2:00 in the
afternoon. Get some exercise," the first guard grumbled. Psycho
opened his eyes with a dark, imposing stare. The guards backed
away as if they themselves were the prisoners.
Psycho began to talk. "I know precisely what time it is, Andrew
Clark Louis. I do not see any purpose in going outside today.
Nobody is doing anything out of the ordinary, so going outside
is pointless. I was a prisoner yesterday, I am a prisoner
today, and my deduction concludes that I will be stuck on this
miserable mass of rock for a very long time. Therefore, leave
me be at once."
The second guard spoke up. "Stop talking to us like you're the
boss!" He readied up an enforcing ball of electricity with his
powers. "You shouldn't be so disrespectful to your superiors,
prisoner. It could get you into trouble some day..." Suddenly,
the electricity discharged in his hand, leaving the guard with a
painful shock and a surprised expression.
"Perhaps you should stop cheating on your wife before you give a
psychic prodigy life advice." Psycho bluntly remarked. "Now
leave, you imbeciles."
The first guard looked over to his partner with a surprised
expression. "H-hey! Don't look at me like that!" the second
guard replied. Just as the two guards were about to leave, an
alarm sounded across the prison.
"ATTENTION ALL SECTION 3 GUARDS: PRISONER 639-547-109 IS
ATTEMPTING TO LEAVE HIS DESIGNATED AREA! REPEAT, PSYCHO IS
TRYING TO ESCAPE!" The guards looked at each other with
confused expressions.
Psycho smiled. He knew that there was only one prisoner who
could cause that alarm. "Ah, that must be Mirror again. Go tell
the impostor I said hello."
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
Gemina Neverith, now known as Mirror or Mir, was standing on the
edge of a cliff. While the prisoners could roam around the
gated complex, the cliff was off-limits. She looked exactly
like Psycho, as she obtained the form of whoever she touched.
Mir balanced on the edge of a cliff; swaying in the breeze that
threatened to push her over the abyss. Of course, she would
probably survive the fall. But then she would be stuck there
until low tide, because she could not retain any form when she
came in contact with water. Despite the fact that the prison was
an island, she knew that she would find some way to escape.
The alarm woke her up from her reverie, and she sighed. She
needed to be gone before the guards got here. Many had forgotten
her existence, and thought that the Mirror was just a feverish
imagination of Psycho's mind –and she intended to keep it that
way. She was an enigma to the guards; half thought she existed,
the rest thought that half was crazy. Mir didn't care to
interact with either kind.
And so, by the time the breathless guards reached the spot where
she had stood, Mir had disappeared. She'd snagged the body of a
young prisoner who'd had her back turned and ran, her new red
pigtails flying out behind her. Once she was in the prison, she
was safe. Mir was always safe, of course, due to the small
vessel of water she kept concealed on her wherever she went. If
she ever got cornered, she could pour a drop out onto her skin –
and disappear for the next couple of hours.
She sat down next to Psycho's cell. Many of the other prisoners
were afraid of him, but she wasn't. After all, her powers were
so limited and out of her control that all he could have done to
her was make her disappear for a couple of hours or change into
a random person. She'd done both enough times that the prospect
no longer terrified her. Anyways, she often mirrored him because
she didn't have to be secretive about snatching his form. She
liked to talk to him, even though she knew he probably didn't
listen. Keeping her identity a secret meant that she couldn't
talk to anyone – not as herself, anyways. But there was a
certain protection when you vented to someone who's words
couldn't be credited because of his insanity. "There's just too
much water in the ocean, for someone like me..." she began for
the thousandth time.
Their conversation carried on as always. "I hope you realize,
Gemina, that the only thing between you and an agonizing heart
attack is this thin red collar around my neck." While if you
asked him, Psycho’s pride would make him simply say that Mirror
was an annoying impostor who took advantage of his bad
reputation, he didn’t quite mind her constant ramblings. It was
better than having no one to talk to at all.
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
The day faded into night, and Mirror had left to go exploring.
Psycho thought through yet another plan to escape the prison.
Most of these never materialized, as he always played them out a
hundred times in his mind before he found a way they could fail.
This one, in particular, wasn't exactly an escape plan. Rather,
an experiment.
He got the idea when he overheard a guard screaming in his room.
Another one of those psychotic nightmares. From the sound of it,
the Nightmare Girl, Lusinga Ruun had made a good catch. He
wondered why she kept doing this. Normally, the red collar
Psycho was forced to wear limited his Central Control so that it
could only sense the powers of others when they are close to him
– however, this was a major operation Lusinga was carrying out,
so he could feel it. The agony of the guard's raging nightmare.
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
The guard continued to thrash in his sleep fiercely. Lusinga
smiled. "... Delicious!" She laughed wildly. Her ghost, Lucy,
too gave a satisfied smile, which soon changed into a frown.
She began to speak.
"But, this is not very entertaining... how else shall we poison
his dreams?"
"We've killed his sister in front of him, ripped off one of his
arms... what else can we do?" Lusinga began to eye the guard
curiously. She thought for a second, and a wicked grin flashed
on her face. "Force him in the chair, and tie him down. We'll
rip off his fingernails and crush his joints with pliers! Ooh,
and we'll cut him open with a machete and leave him to bleed.
That sounds very nice." Lusinga's eyes intensified with a near
insatiable hunger for blood.
Both Lucy and Lusinga invaded his dreams once more, and forced
him into a chair. Holding his hands up, they slowly ripped his
fingernails away from the nail bed, taking great pleasure in
hearing the agonizing screams. As his screams died down, Lusinga
got the pliers and crushed his finger joints one by one, until
he could no longer scream. When the guard seemingly could no
longer feel any more pain, Lucy swung the machete… The guard's
neck finally snapped, and the sound echoed through the prison.
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
Psycho decided to take a risk – to attempt to read the Dream
Eater's mind. He concentrated... tried to the best of his
abilities to channel all of his own scattered thoughts about
completely random subjects in an attempt to completely focus on
examining the twisted world inside Nightmare Girl's mind. He
closed his eyes... but all he could sense was one entity going
through her mind. He focused in on it... it was a deafening
laughter. It sounded like a lion's roar, but of a hyena's
persona. Whatever Lusinga was communicating with... it was not
of this world. He couldn't take anymore- he snapped out of focus
to retain what little sanity he had left in him. Psycho wouldn't
be sleeping tonight.
#Post#: 7566--------------------------------------------------
Re: Uncontrollable Series
By: nitrox116 Date: April 21, 2014, 8:12 pm
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Everything
Meanwhile, a boy named Ryker, who had shapeshifting powers, sat
alone in his cell. After the last footsteps of the guard echoed
into the night, he hesitated only a moment before coming to his
feet and smashing the surveillance camera watching his cell with
his mechanical arm. That's the benefit of this arm, Ryker
thought as he began to pick up the pieces. You don't feel
anything at all. He dumped the pieces of the camera onto his bed
and began to work, pulling out the screwdriver he had kept
hidden after the prison manager confiscated his electronic
parts.
Ryker wasn't concerned about the camera at all – during
all these years at the prison, he had done his best to be
invisible. He had requested for the furthest and most isolated
cell possible. He had eaten meals only when the cafeteria had
been emptied of people. He kept his head down and his guard up,
never talking. As a result, hardly anyone knew him, which suited
Ryker quite fine. He doubted any guards would notice the broken
camera, even as static only appeared on their screen. After all,
he hadn't done anything in the last 8 years besides sit with a
stony expression… Plus, after the events of the day, the
guards and prison managers were likely chaotically trying to
find ways to control Mir. They wouldn't notice a small screen on
their camera feed flicker out...
Two hours later, exhausted, Ryker shoved the mess under his bed
where it would remain hidden. He flopped onto his bed, shut his
eyes, and let out a quiet groan. "I need a battery..."
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
Mir stood just outside the room that she hadn't entered in
years. It was her cell.
She was still the girl in red pigtails, who, if she recalled
correctly, was named Yvette. She would have snagged Psycho's
form, of course, but the guards were looking for her like that.
She couldn't allow herself to be caught. If they caught her,
they would lock her up and throw away the key, and none of her
form-changing would allow her to do anything about it. But she
was the Mirror. She wouldn't allow herself to be controlled.
And yet, the soft sound of waves lapping the shoreline that
filled the air with a perpetual should-be soothing sound of the
ocean were a reminder. Walls and guards could not keep the
Mirror inside – but the ocean could. The island was her
real prison, not the building on top of it. To fall into those
waves would be worse than death – she would dissolve, only
to reappear and dissolve again every few hours. Since she
couldn't age – it was both a blessing and a curse of her
power – she would never die. She'd be stuck for the rest
of eternity. As she was walking, she heard a clanking sound
coming from Ryker’s cell.
Ryker froze as he heard a footstep outside his cell. Ryker
turned slowly, and saw a redheaded girl with pigtails staring at
him through the bars. For a brief moment, a tiny moment, Ryker's
face slipped to surprise, but it was quickly extinguished by his
usual expression. Ryker couldn't imagine why she was here- the
only prisoner he had really seen regularly was Ambrosius
Blackstone, a pyromancer who called himself Lock for some
reason. He had decided to take up residence near Ryker in the
isolated hall. Lock was also one of the few who knew about
Ryker's arm, though they weren't exactly friends. Ryker cleared
his throat and said his first words to another person in days,
even weeks: "Why are you here?"
Mir blinked. "Well, I couldn't exactly go to my own cell. I'm in
a little bit of trouble. Why are you here? I didn't know they
used these old, dark cells."
She could hardly make out the shadowy outline of his figure
through the hazy darkness, so she didn't know if she recognized
him. She didn't recognize his voice, that was for sure. "Who
– and for that matter, what – are you?"
Ryker shifted slightly, trying to hide the remnants of the
camera from view. Who knew if the girl could be trusted? It had
taken him years to finally acquire mechanical parts, and he
didn't want to lose them after only a few hours. Plus, if the
prison managers found out, they'd make sure he'd never have
another opportunity like this.
"My name will mean nothing to you," Ryker coldly informed
Mirror. "And obviously, the cells are in use. Do say hello to my
neighbor Lock down the hall." This was one of the longest things
he'd said to someone in a while, but Ryker's annoyance was
causing him to snap out sarcastically. The girl had interrupted
him in the middle of something important. How- no, why was she
out of her cell in the middle of the night? She had little time
until day, when she would be punished, and shouldn't waste these
precious hours in the darkest corner of the prison.
And what did she mean about trouble? The only real person in
trouble that day was Mirror. The guards were so busy trying to
catch Mir, they probably wouldn't notice other violations (such
as the camera) until day, unless it was as flagrant as setting
the building on fire. Or was it because she was out of her cell
after curfew? No, the guards wouldn't hunt her down now, they'd
just punish her the next day. Unless… the pieces fell in
place in Ryker's mind.
"Oh. Hello, Mirror.”
Mir frowned. She didn’t expect that she would be
recognized. "Ah, yes. That's me. Don't tell, please? I like
this body. It'd be a shame to have to ditch it for another so
soon. Anyways, it seems so boring to stay in a cell all the
time. I've never seen you around, or certainly never heard you,
anyways. Don't you ever come out?"
"What would that achieve?"
Mir tilted her head to the side. "Everything." With that, she
walked off to continue exploring.
#Post#: 7581--------------------------------------------------
Re: Uncontrollable Series
By: nitrox116 Date: April 22, 2014, 10:28 am
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The New Inmates
The next day, behind a tree, which was somehow inside her cell,
a girl was playing with what appeared to be a green stick
figure. The girl’s name was Lori, who could summon things
from her mind, dreams, and drawings. The multicolored tree, and
everything else from her cell, were all produced by her. The
room was littered with so many things of fantasy that one would
think they were in a fairy tale rather than a prison cell.
"Found you." The voice came from the stick figure. "You should
really find a better hiding spot."
"But Lee, this is the only hiding spot! Everything else keeps
moving." Lori sighed. "It's your turn to hide now!" she stated
cheerfully.
"Okay. But don't take forever like you did last time. Drawings
get tired too!"
"But you're so tiny!" By the time she yelled that the little
stick figure was already gone. She started counting. "One...
two... three..." She and the stick figure continued playing.
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
In the yard, Lock wandered around the yard in his
government-supplied fireproofed jacket, protected against his
pyromancy. In his two years here he still hadn't made many
friends. He knew of other prisoners of course. Psycho was the
most famous, truly living up to his name. He was high off of
his own power. The mysterious Mirror, who always bouncing
around, but never left. Lock had always wondered why, but that
wasn't on his mind. He was worried about the new shipment of
prisoners today. Security was always tightest around that time.
This thought caused his teleportation power to activate, and he
found himself at the other side of the yard, sparks flying
around him. He dragged his feet back to his cell and sat back
down in bed. Perhaps he would see something interesting today.
"PRISONERS, COME TO THE YARD!" the megaphones blared. Lock got
up from his bed, threw his uniform on, and walked out to the
courtyard. On a platform were the warden and two new prisoners.
"WE'VE GOT SOME NEWBIES HERE AND WE'D LIKE THEM TO SEE
EVERYONE." Lock rolled his eyes. He leaned against a wall to
prepare for a long presentation.
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
Ryker awoke from sleep to a blaring announcement, mulling over
Mirror’s words. After he got out of bed, Ryker crouched
down to pull out his machine parts again, but paused. Perhaps
one of the new inmates deals with electricity, Ryker mused. And
maybe another with metal? They could create an energy source for
me… like a battery… Mir's words rang back to him.
Meeting people could be everything.
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
Lori still hadn’t found the little green stick figure when
she heard the announcement of the new prisoners. Usually all the
prisoners would be forced to go, but none of the guards really
cared about Lori because she always stayed in her cell.
"Um... Lee, you can come out now. I give up." Normally, Lori
would be persistent and not quit, but she had a curiosity about
the new prisoners. Even though she had never met any other ones,
she always liked hearing rumors, even though she relied on her
creations to fetch the information.
"I was going easy on you and you still couldn't find me." Lee
appeared in front of her. "So what made you give up anyways?
Rounds usually last longer than this."
"I... I kinda wanna meet the new prisoners." That was definitely
a first for Lori.
"You wanna – wait, what!?" Lee was baffled at first, but
then delighted. "Then let's go, let's go!" That decided it.
Already, the stick figure was running off towards the door.
"Lee, wait!" Lori felt unsure. This was her first time in years
stepping outside her cell door. She always felt uneasy around
other humans, since they reminded her of the incident where a
spider she summoned had killed many people. But it was too late
to change her mind as Lee already slipped under the door. She
took a deep breath and headed out into the yard.
Lori arrived at the courtyard, scanning the the area for Lee.
She found him standing at the edge of the small crowd and walked
toward his direction.
"There you are. You took forever," complained the stick figure.
Lori was too intimidated by all the prisoners to pay Lee's
comment any attention. All of the people around her were much
bigger than her, and didn’t look particularly happy.
"There's so many people..." mumbled Lori. It seemed like any
motivation of attempting to make a human friend was thrown out
of her mind.
"Jeez, I thought you wanted to meet some people for once," said
Lee, as though he was reading her mind.
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
Mir also made it to the lineup, but felt rather uncomfortable.
There weren't many prisoners, but they were all tightly packed,
and threatened to bump into her at any moment. She couldn't have
that happening. She fingered the vial of water she would need to
disappear, just in case, and squeezed her arms tightly to her
sides. Next to her stood a girl who seemed to be talking with a
stick figure.
Odd, Mir thought. And then she laughed. Out of all the people
here – dream eaters and shapeshifters and people who
randomly burst into flames – I find the girl with a pet
stick figure odd?
"Come here often?" Mir asked the little girl jokingly.
"My name’s… L-Lori…" Her name barely made it
out of her mouth. She wasn't used to talking to other people. In
fact, she couldn't remember one conversation she had with
another human. She then turned away quickly.
Her stick figure, Lee, began talking. "Hey, Lori, could you put
me on your shoulder? I think they're about to introduce the new
inmates. Hmm... I kinda want to see their faces, don't you
think, Lori?" There was no answer. Lee sighed. "You probably
already know this, but you're far too shy…"
Lori frowned and turned to Mir. “D-Do you think you could
describe them to us? We c-can’t see them.” Mir
smiled and agreed. Lori and Lee listened to 'Yvette' while
picturing the descriptions of the newcomers. They seemed like an
odd bunch. Then again, everyone here was quite strange, to say
the least. Mir, still in the form of Yvette, finished her
descriptions.
"Ah, thank you…" Lori managed to make her voice a little
louder. Even though she was still nervous, talking to someone
sparked a bit of delight deep within her.
Suddenly, the Warden started talking. "WE'VE GOT SOME NEWBIES
HERE AND WE'D LIKE THEM TO SEE EVERYONE!" Everyone began to
look at the new inmates. There were only two: a girl with
medium-length black hair, along with green eyes that seemed to
be tinged red. The other was a short, chubby boy a little
younger than Ryker, whose skin seemed to be subtly shifting
colors.
The Warden continued, standing on a platform with the new
prisoners. “Let me introduce the inmates. First we have
Eona, who’s somewhat of a weapons expert if I recall.
That’s Diodus, and he’s sort of like a chameleon.
Both of them will be in the new hall.” Eona and Diodus
smiled, but the Warden laughed. “Did I say
‘new?’ I suppose it is the newest, but it’s
also in worst condition. Now GO!”
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
The moment the words “new hall” were uttered, Lock
knew who he had to talk to: Ryker.
"Ryker!" He called out as he spotted the teen. "Oh, there you
are." He put his hands on his hips. "By new hall I'm sure the
warden means our hall. What are we going to do about these new
roommates?"
Ryker looked up to meet Lock's gaze. Well, we can’t
exactly “do” much besides run them out. Besides,
these kids could be of some use… Ryker glanced to his
left, and with a jolt realized he was standing next to Psycho,
who was no doubt planning ways to manipulate the newcomers.
Ryker quickly turned back to Lock. He gave an almost
imperceptible shake of the head, then slipped away silently.
Ryker walked out towards the center yard, looking for the
newbies who were now wandering around.
I guess the time for making allies is now... Ryker went up and
managed to smile. "Hello there. I'm Ryker... it seems like
we'll be hallmates. Would you like me to show you around?" He
stretched out his arm. Diodus began to return the handshake,
but when she noticed that his arm was mechanical she jumped
away. It seems like this'll be a chore... "Well, I guess I'll
be seeing you around." Ryker walked back to his cell.
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
Lee looked up. "Hey, look over there. It seems like that area
is clearing a little," Lee pointed out. "I wonder why." Lori
turned to see everyone slowly walking away, and she got a view
of what was causing it. There was a boy in the center, his face
having the look of someone planning something. His eyes were a
mismatched: one red, one blue.
"Wait, is that the person you keep telling me stories about,
Lee? The crazy person?"
"Yep. It's Psycho."
"Crazy? Definitely," Mir injected. "He’s also, without a
doubt, dangerous. But, hey. He's not totally bad. If anyone's
the key out, it's him. And a person tends to get tired of a
place like this after ten years." Mir shrugged. "Tired enough to
take risks. I just don't want to be there when he gets all of
his powers back."
Lock made his way over to Lori and ‘Yvette.’
"Hello, the name’s Lock Blackstone, and I’m pleased
to meet you all." He held out his hand, but when no one
responded for a couple seconds, he put it back in his pocket.
"So. Any thoughts on the new prisoners?"
Mir had instinctively taken a step back when Lock extended her
hand. Face reddening – Mir, you have got to stop making
this so obvious! – she stepped back up, hoping that his
question would offer a distraction.
Lori looked up at Lock as well. "I'm Lori. And this is Lee."
She gestured toward the stick figure sitting on her shoulder,
who gave a slight wave.
Lock smiled. “It’s nice to meet you two – er,
three.”
"It's nice to meet you too, Lock," Mir said. She looked over her
shoulder and saw another identical redhead girl – the real
Yvette – talking to someone else on the far side of the
lawn. Uh oh, she thought. But Lock wouldn't see her. Yvette was
all the way over there. And even if he did, she could pretend
that the other girl was Mirror. I need to be way more careful,
she thought. This is going to be difficult. Maybe there will be
a chance to slip away before he notices, and I won't have to
deal with it at all.
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Re: Uncontrollable Series
By: nitrox116 Date: April 25, 2014, 4:49 pm
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Control and Cake
Psycho stood in the yard, staring the the Warden down. The
Warden was in absolute control, but Psycho himself was
uncontrollable. The warden wore a perfect, unwrinkled uniform,
but also ominous sunglasses. Psycho couldn't pinpoint what color
his eyes were, even with his Central Control's mind reading.
Psycho detested the Warden himself more than anyone else at this
prison – it was he who put the red collar on him. It was
he who suppressed his powers. And it was he who the power of the
collar depended on – the only way to break free of the
power-restricting collar was to kill the Warden. That
wasn’t an easy feat by any means.
Maxton Neverith, the Warden, stared back at Psycho. He
can’t touch me, not with that collar on. He will never
touch me.
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
Lee looked over to the clearing where Psycho was standing. He
could see such hate in Psycho’s eyes.
"Um, Lori, I think we should go back now. I have a feeling
something is gonna go wrong..."
"Why, Lee?" Lori could sense the worry in his voice, and now she
was getting the same creeping feeling too.
"Just look at those two over there..." He pointed towards Psycho
and the warden's direction.
Mirror glanced over at Lori and Lee, hearing their conversation.
"Oh, nothing will happen... probably. In any case, the warden's
too terrified of Psycho. And Psycho's smart enough to wait until
he's sure he can kill the warden." Mir paused. "Now, if he does
kill the warden, we might be in a little bit of trouble."
"Hmm,” mumbled Lee. The two weren't entirely convinced,
but they relaxed a little bit.
"Well, we should go back anyways,” Lori said. Her stomach
grumbled. "Oh, it's breakfast time. Um... where's the... uh...
place to get food?"
Lee sighed. "Lori... you should know this stuff by now. Well,
if you hadn’t holed up in your cell all the time." Lee
sighed. "I'll show you the way to the kitchen, I guess..."
Ten minutes later, Lori and Lee were lost. "Okay, turn left.
Wait, no, turn right. Actually, just keep going straight." Lee
had his own troubles recalling the directions to the kitchen.
"Actually, stop right now. I think we took the wrong path
altogether."
"You said you knew the way!" Lori cried in frustration. Her
stomach grumbled more. They were getting nowhere with this, and
she was starving.
"I do know the way! We're just taking the wrong route, that's
all!"
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
Eona and Diodus were both watching Psycho stare down the Warden
as well. Eona crept into the shadows, which her power gave her
control over. Diodus, quivering with fear, started to turn the
same green as the grass he was standing on. Meanwhile, the
grass below his feet turned gray and wilted. Seeing what was
happening, he ran back to his cell. Eona sighed and followed.
Eona casually walked towards her cell. Diodus had rushed onward
to his own. When she arrived, she noticed her neighbor once
again. She grabbed Diodus and motioned to him that he should
top walking. Eona walked silently in front of the cell, casting
a shadow in front of the boy. Seemingly startled, her neighbor
looked up while hurriedly hiding his gadgets.
"Hi, neighbor. I don't think I ever caught your name."
"Um... it's Ryker. I shapeshift... what do you two do?"
"I can control and create shadows. Diodus here seems to absorb
life energy and color."
"Well, it's nice to meet you. You're welcome to talk to me any
time you want." Ryker flinched. Ugh, now I'll have some kids
walking up to my cell at all hours of the day...[i]
"Hm... well, I'll be sure to keep your offer in mind," Eona said
sarcastically, dragging Ryker along with her.
Ryker mentally groaned. Just his luck, a newbie moving in next
to him. At least she hadn't noticed the broken camera. Probably.
He needed more mechanical parts. Ryker stood on his bed to
peek outside the window – most of the prisoners were still
chatting outside. Perfect. With most of the guards outside, it's
likely he wouldn't be noticed sneaking around. [i]They wouldn't
notice if one toaster went missing, would they...? Ryker quickly
exited his cell and made his way towards the kitchen.
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
A girl named Maria was wandering about with a box, named
P.O.C.K.E.T., at her side. It had been exactly 15,831,094
seconds since Maria was last allowed to have sugar. After the
last time she had been to the kitchen, raiding it, and promptly
destroying all the baking utilities in a fiery ball of inferno
trying to make cake, the asylum assigned her a bracelet that
would automatically cause the kitchen doors to lock themselves
if they detected the bracelet's signal within 100 meters.
Anyways, she was beginning to crave sugar once more. There had
been an announcement to gather someplace that she did not
recall, although she did not really care about such things. What
Maria really wanted was to get back into the kitchen and get
some more pastries.
"P.O.C.K.E.T., cake," Maria implored. P.O.C.K.E.T., being
P.O.C.K.E.T. did not respond and instead opened up, producing
three objects. She was slightly interested as P.O.C.K.E.T.
usually produced only one item at a time. The first was a box of
boiled potatoes labeled Super Electrolyte Potatoes. The
description said, "These potatoes have had their starch content,
water content, and phosphoric acid content vastly increased and
condensed into the size of the standard potato! With an
appropriate quantity of such metals as zinc and copper and a
length of metal wire, each potato can power a hundred volt light
bulb for a duration of twelve hours! That's right, twelve whole
hours!" In fine print the description read, "Note that these
starches have been modified so that hydrolysis will not break
the starches down into glucose. Also, these potatoes are not
meant for human consumption."
Maria frowned. "-ose" meant sugar. No glucose meant no sugar,
which meant even more suffering. She looked at an instrument on
the wall of her cell. It now read 15,831,217. The second object
was liquefied rubber in a tube that would solidify after thirty
seconds of exposure to oxygen. The third one was a book titled
How to Make Your Very Own Maid. As usual, P.O.C.K.E.T. did not
create anything similar to cake, but perhaps she could sneak
into the kitchen with the premise of bringing potatoes. In any
case, Maria really wanted some cake right about now and began to
head to the kitchen.
As Maria arrived in front of the kitchen, the doors closed.
There were no guards in sight for some particular reason. She
had a strange idea of sticking a few potatoes onto P.O.C.K.E.T.
and seeing if using it as a battering ram would work to open the
door. As if in response, P.O.C.K.E.T. glowed forming a
holographic rectangle in front of her.
[center]Quest:
Reward upon completion: Slice of Cake x1
Do you wish to accept?
Yes No
[/center]
Without hesitation, Maria pressed "Yes" before reading any of
the remaining contents.
[center]Question Objectives:
Hit a male with a red collar with a book on Sigmund Freud.
Dowse a female whose appearance changes upon contact with skin
with a mixture of chili chocolate water.
Launch a potato at a male with a mechanical arm.
Prod a human being with pink hair.[/center]
With a grin, Maria declared, "Let the cake hunt...... begin."
Maria decided that she might as well walk around looking for
people randomly, so she headed away from the kitchen. As she
rounded a corner, she spied a male with a with a strange glove
only covering one arm. As there seemed to be no other people
around, Maria deemed him a suitable option for target practice.
She hurled the five kilogram potato... only for it to land about
one meter away from her.
Ryker cautiously crept forward, hoping the girl didn't have any
other projectiles at hand. He bent down and picked up the
potato, surprised by the weight. Ryker held the potato up with
his left hand for her to see. "I believe you dropped this."
Attacked me with, more like... oh, well. It's a young girl, for
heaven's sake. She can't be older than 12.
Eona, watching from behind a corner, gave a loud snort at
Ryker's response. Upon her failure to stay quiet, she quickly
scampered away, into the shadows, as she noticed Ryker's and the
little girl's alarmed expressions. She grinned, closed her
eyes, and imagined returning to her cell. With a small whoosh of
air, she opened her eyes to find herself back in her cell.
Maria wondered what she should do. Should she toss the potato at
his face now that she was a lot closer, or should she extract
information from him? Maria decided upon asking first and
bashing him with a potato second.
Taking the potato from Ryker, she inquired, "Do you know where I
can find a male with a red collar, a female whose appearance
changes upon contact with skin, a male with a mechanical arm,
and a person with a stick figure?"
Ryker stiffened slightly. What the heck did this girl need him
for? "...a male with a red collar, a female whose appearance
changes upon contact with skin, a male with a mechanical arm,
and a person besides myself with pink hair..." Psycho, Mirror,
him and...that little girl at the welcoming ceremony with the
stick figure. Ryker needed to feed the girl some information so
she'd leave and he could enter the kitchen. He wasn't sure what
she needed the information for, but if she attempted to start a
food fight with everyone she meets, it couldn’t be good.
There was no way he was telling her who he was. Mirror... well,
shape-shifters stick with shape-shifters, even though they'd had
about ten seconds of conversation. Ryker had no idea where to
find that innocent little girl. That left Psycho...
"There's a boy over there, named Psycho," Ryker pointed in the
direction of Psycho's cell. "He has a red collar, and he might
even have a mechanical arm. You could get two in one." Ryker
paused, and his curiosity got the better of him. "Why do you
need him?"
Maria stopped to think. If it was as this person said, there
would be a boy with a collar somewhere in that general vicinity.
Maria thought that it was quite strange that this person didn't
know whether or not the boy had a prosthetic arm, but thought no
more of it. Since her question had been answered to some extent,
she might as well poke him and hit him with the potato. She
poked his cheek and gently pushed the potato on his face.
The quest window opened. “Quest objective completed:
Launch a potato at a male with a mechanical arm.”
Maria smiled. Now she had to find three other people. The
potatoes were cumbersome and it took time for P.O.C.K.E.T. to
push them along. "To compensate you for your troubles, take
these potatoes, I insist," Maria told him. "Also, have this
magazine and this tube of rubber." Without giving him any time
to protest, Maria sat on P.O.C.K.E.T. and asked it to embark
once again on the cake hunt at top speed.
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
Lori and Lee crept up to the corner to see a boy, a girl, and a
floating cube. Maybe we could ask them where the kitchen is,
Lee thought. "Hey-"
"Yeah, I know. We should go ask those people. But what if
they're... mean?" Lori felt pricks of nervousness coming up her
spine again. Lee sighed.
"Are you hungry or not? We could just stand here forever." Lori
reluctantly agreed, and she started walking around the corner.
As Lori was walking, she wondered what kind of food the kitchen
had to offer. She always had her meals delivered to her by a
guard, and they were always the same thing. Some bread and some
water. Maybe I should get some food for the others too, Lori
thought, referring to the other various beings in her cell. I
wonder if there's any carrots for Fluffy. There probably won't
be enough though. I need a giant carrot.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Lee's outburst. "Look out,
Lori!" The girl was sitting on her cube speeding towards Lori
and the stick figure.
"Eeek!" Lori braced herself for impact.
THUD.
"Uh, Lori? You can look now." Lee said, a couple seconds later.
Lori did so, and she found herself staring at a giant carrot in
front of her, with the girl collapsed right behind it. Lee
chuckled. "You summon a carrot of all things. You were thinking
of that rabbit, I bet."
"Eh!? A-are you okay!?" Lori looked around in panic. "I'm
sorry!"
The girl mumbled in reply. "Cake... hunt..."
#Post#: 10868--------------------------------------------------
Re: Uncontrollable Series
By: nitrox116 Date: June 24, 2014, 9:32 pm
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Testing
Every year at the Asylum, prisoners would optionally undergo the
annual test – the only way to be let out of the Asylum was to
prove that you could control your powers. Passing the test (a
near impossible mission) would let you free from the island. Any
prisoner could attend and undergo the test – that is, everyone
except Psycho and Lusinga, for obvious reasons. Regardless,
nobody has ever passed the test. The test was being held that
day, so Psycho decided to attend this one as a spectator later
that day – he wanted to test something. He wanted to see if he
could use focus enough to use his Central Control to aid someone
else's powers. If he succeeded, he would be able to help other
prisoners by giving them more control over their abilities. Of
course, this would be a draining task with the collar, but it
would be definitely worth a shot.
Psycho walked into the wide-open room, about highschool-gym
sized, that was created for testing purposes. On a balcony above
the floor level, the Warden could come in to examine anyone who
was stubborn enough to try again this year. Last year, nobody
came- but Psycho got lucky today. Lock decided to give it one
more shot. He walked into the room, but froze upon seeing Psycho
in the corner, examining him. "Don't worry, Lock, Psycho's
harmless." the warden reassured him. Lock stepped on the far end
of the gym, ready for the test. The Warden then pressed a
button, and the entire room's floor transformed- this form, to
test Lock's teleportation ability's accuracy and reliability.
The floor gave way to reveal a large pit. It would be a long
fall down. The only things to step on were pillars with flat
tops, serving as platforms. They were too widely spaced to jump
from one to another- Lock would have to use his power to the
best of his abilities. "It's simple" the Warden began. "Just
like two years prior's test- teleport onto each platform exactly
once. You will be freed the moment you step on the last pillar,
but be warned- if you miss and don't land on a platform as you
teleport, you'll fall those 20 feet down. Better be careful!"
Lock inhaled, and exhaled. Try to focus, he thought. He tried to
the best of his ability to teleport upon command to the nearest
pillar. He felt he was almost there, but he couldn't quite reach
the threshold to trigger the teleport. He just kept trying...
I guess this is also a test for me, Psycho thought. He then
focused... trying to use his Central Control to just give Lock
that push... if he possibly could. Just aid his focus, perhaps
aid his battle against the unreliable chaos of his latent powers
and help Lock teleport to that first platform. It was working...
Psycho could feel all of his scattered thoughts flock to the
pyromancer's eruption. Then, it happened. A huge blast of fire
shrieked across the room. When the smoke cleared, Lock was on
the first pillar. The Central Control really COULD help people.
But Psycho didn't feel like he was helping Lock focus... he just
felt like he was FIGHTING something, psychologically – like he
was pushing WITH Lock, but against something extremely
powerful... regardless, he definitely wanted to do it again.
Lock looked at his feet for a second. He had really done it.
He's teleported at will. And not only that, at a predetermined
location- it wasn't random anymore. He looked up at the Warden.
The man on the balcony was suddenly very angry- a furious frown
was strewn across his face.
"That wasn't supposed to happen..." the Warden said under his
breath. Lock, in all his years, had never hit the platform. He
simply got too nervous to make an effective teleport. But Lock
was a good kid – the warden was mad at the other one, Psycho.
He had somehow helped Lock teleport, and he had no idea how. The
one thing Maxton hated was not knowing, but the next best thing
was prevention. He would turn up that collar another level.
However, a deep-seated fear in him knew that Psycho would
eventually be strong enough to break free entirely, and at that
point the warden would have to be ready. Otherwise, it would
mean death to more people than just in the prison.
Lock smiled. I've done it! I've actually done it! Grandy
would be proud. However, Lock's sudden hope was dashed when he
saw the platforms ahead of him. He had to make those too, but
Lock was ready this time. He focused on the next platform, and
willed the flame into him. He focused and focused.
However, he then he noticed two very important things. One:
Psycho, perfectly calm and in his own mind, was in the audience,
and he never did anything for no good reason. Two, the warden
seemed anxious, as if Lock's success was a miscalculation. Lock
could worry about those things later, though, so he took a step,
and got ready to explode.
Psycho now had a feel for knowing what to do to help people, but
it sure was hard... Lock tightened his focus again, as did
Psycho. The Warden was keeping a close watch on Lock, as if he
too was focusing in on this. The second time, Lock lost control
and fell into the pit. Odd, Psycho thought, it worked the first
time. But it felt harder than before. Like that opposing force
got stronger...
From that point onward, Psycho had an even harder time using his
powers – he had apparently gotten weaker after that day. But he
knew that if he kept working, he could beat this unknown force.
[center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
Ryker gazed after the pink-haired girl as she sped away on what
appeared to be a floating box, hopefully heading towards Psycho
and causing a lot of trouble for him rather than Ryker himself.
Ryker began to walk back to his cell to continue building. Too
bad I don't have a battery... He glanced down at the potato
container, which weighed a lot more than he had first thought.
Ryker began to read the label. "...zinc and copper and a length
of metal wire, each potato can power a hundred volt light bulb
for a duration of twelve hours! That's right, twelve whole
hours!" Ryker nearly dropped the container out of surprise.
With a newfound sense of determination, Ryker hurried to the
kitchen, snatched what he needed, then made a beeline for the
dump (the guards always tossed out useful "junk"). Next, he
grabbed a pencil and paper, mapping out the distance from his
cell to the control room. Luckily, it wasn't that far. Lastly,
he brought the Raspberry PI chip from the broken camera to the
computer room. No one really used it; the computers were
horribly outdated. Plus, internet was disabled. Ryker
hesitantly tapped out a few keys, crossing his fingers, and let
out a sigh of relief. The computer had the software.
C++ or Python? Python was probably better; it was simpler and a
lot easier to use than C++. His robot's task wasn't that
complicated.
Ryker closed his eyes, trying to remember the lessons from the
book the guards had confiscated years ago... Hopefully, that
book had been up to date. Ryker pulled off his glove for better
control of his left fingers and ran a test.
print("Hello, world!")
Hello, world!
He took a deep breath and began to type...
from sr import *
def main():
setspeed(100)
Ryker continued typing code. By the time Ryker had finally
completed his task, it had become dark. He had spent the whole
late morning, afternoon and early evening working on his
project. Ryker slipped back to his cell and waited for the last
of night to arrive, making the final adjustments to his robot.
For the first time in six years, Ryker allowed a genuine smile
to creep onto his face. "It's all over, now."
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