Realistic or Modern Generation 8

[Hi Im Red]

Ian had been pushed back up against the wall, finally being able to catch one of his punches, holding his fist tightly in his own hand and twisting it the wrong way. He pushed himself off the wall, snake eyes glowing quite creepily as he let go of Brax's fist, quickly punching him in the nose once more -after all when attacked by a shark, hit it in the nose- he then continued to send blows to his head and chest.

 

[PenBlade1326]

(ha! Love the shark joke lol)


Brax's adrenaline was high, not feeling Ian's punches. But the nose punch stunned him, making him an easy target. Trackers flooded the room, attacking everyone. After a few good blows, Brax was down, bloody and sore. "What now, boss?" Asked a tracker, awaiting Ian's orders after everyone had a taste of their strength. Would Ian take Brax prisoner? And what of the others? Would they be left alone?

 

[Hi Im Red]

"Leave them," Ian said looking to his former gang, "but keep him. We'll see just how good a leader John really is," he snickered as another tracker had come and handed him his signature blue hoodie, the exact one that he let Brax borrow that night at the cabin. Ian pulled it on over his shoulders and zipped it up. He pointed to Brax and within seconds the Trackers had him tied up and gagged, being ready to ship him back off home to New Genesis.


"What about the others?" he heard one of them ask.


"Oh they will come. John just loved little Brax here too much to let him die alone back home. It's Ian that they didn't care about, and if they did my job would be a lot easier. Plus, they have some kick still left in them. This one I can take care of just fine," he said leading them back out to the a truck that he drove out here. He had one tracker in the back with Brax while he drove back to New Genesis, not caring about how any other Trackers were getting back. Most wouldn't mind the walk so he didn't think to much on it.

 

[PenBlade1326]

While the trackers took Brax away, he spat out the gag and screamed "You guys! Hel--" was all he managed before a tracker swatted his already injured face. He thought about John (@wonderboy1234 ) and Harley...he may never seem them again. On the way back to New Genesis, trackers on foot followed the truck. Brax was unconscious by the time he arrived back at New Genesis.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Harley could barley breathe, and she hadno idea why. As soon as she woke up it had been a difficult task for her. She was still sprawled across the couch, dizzy and in a lot of pain. She looked herself over but there was nothing that she could find that was wrong; she just could barley breathe. Finally as she went to stand she found the problem, her face twisted in pain, clenching her teeth together to keep from screaming. A cracked rib on her left side; and ultimately had puncture her lung which is what made it hard for her to breath. "John," she asked. "John," she asked again sounding very out of breath.


Back at New Genesis, Ian got his rest in his room to rest for a while. He had brought Brax in under his supervision, keeping him in a cell outside his room rather than the barracks where all the others stayed. He knew what the hybrid was capable of and he needed him under watc at all times. Ian had opened the door to his cell and crouched down next to him, not worried about the open door because he had chained Brax down onto the floor. Ian gently brushed the back of his hand over Braxton's cheek, smiling sweetly down at him, now fully healed from all previous wounds. "Braxton," he said gently, "time to get up. You're finally home," he said with quite the evil smile. Nothing like Ian would wear.

 

[PenBlade1326]

"Fuck off and die.....you worthless trash." Brax replied to Ian. He had never been harsh with him, he adored Ian. He's do anything to help him, in fact...Brax was torn between John and Ian, caring for them both a great deal. Saying that to Ian was hard...but with what happened, it was easy. Brax sat up in his cell, the chains gripped tightly on him, making tiny cuts where he was tied down at. He snarled at Ian as his hand brushed on his cheek. The strong Brax was now steaming with hatred, looking nothing like his kind, gentle and strong self.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Ian made a 'tsk'-ing sound with his tongue as he shook his head, "Now, Now, Braxton. I do hope we know house rules. No talking back or I'll cut you," he said with a sweet smile. He stood up now giving Brax the full view of his clean clothes, and unmistakably device sunk into the back of his neck that was never there before -what was that?. He paced around the cell as he continued talking, "Dr. Peter would not be pleased with this kind of attitude, so you better watch what you say," the way he said it didn't sound like it was a threat, however it was undoubted a threat to kill him. That much was clear. Ian stopped walking and crouched down in front of Brax and put his lips next to Brax's ear, "Honey, you didn't come for me. What makes you think they'll come for you if they didn't come for the weakest of the litter?" He whispered into his ear a satisfied smile on his lips as he stood back up on his feet.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax noticed the device on Ian's neck--that's it! Mind control maybe? Was the Ian he knew...maybe loved...still in there? "I don't need them to come for me...they're strong...they can survive without me. And I can get out of here without help. I'll crush anyone who gets in my way." Brax whispered back into Ian's ear before Ian stood again. Brax spat on Ian's foot. "I can't believe I loved you at one point...held you at times when you cried...how we almost made sweet, sweet love..." Brax said, trying to get through to the Ian behind the device. "Now, you're just a pawn in Peters' game...he'll destroy you, Ian. He only sees you as his plaything." He said. Brax then curled up in a ball in the corner of the cell to restrain himself from attacking, even with the chains on. His gills were coming out, they needed water. Brax would dehydrate quickly if he didn't get some...but he'd rather die than ask Ian for anything. It was only a dream for Ian to see humanity and give him water...Brax gave Ian a death stare.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Ian merely laughed - getting the real Ian back was going to be tough, however it was achievable. And when and if that task was achieved, then he was going to be in a lot of pain. What with all the torture he's been through and with the tests being run on him; he was designed not to feel until he woke up again. And when he did...Damn. Ian looked down to Brax with a smile, "Sweetheart, it's cute you actually think I care," he said.

 

[PenBlade1326]

"And it's adorable you think you'll break me...it's adorable how you believe you have the advantage." Brax snapped back. Brax would try his best to get Ian back...and even harder to not become the same thing as Ian. A monster. A puppet...a pawn. "Don't come crying to me like you always did when we escaped this hellhole...I won't hold you again. And you were right....you are the weakest of us all. You won't win."

 

[Hi Im Red]

For a fraction of a second, Ian had come, his eyes flickering from the golden, slit pupil snake eye to his normal blue green eye colour. No it wasn't much and it didn't last long, however it was there. "What did I tell you about backtalk?" he asked, slowly pulling one of his daggers out of its sheath, he walked over to the corner Brax was in and bent down to his level, "I could kill you," he said, 'but that would just defeat the purpose of my plan," he said with a smirk.

 

[PenBlade1326]

"What is you plan? Turn me into mutant sushi?" He asked, charming as ever. He kept his eyes on the dagger, making sure it wasn't close to him. He took a deep breath before realizing something...something that he could do to help himself. But he wanted to hear Ian's plan first.

 

[Hi Im Red]

"Oh, you actually think I'm that stupid to tell you?" Ian dangerously let the blade of his dagger drag over Brax's cheek, one small move and he could cut him, however he didn't. "Though maybe after the plan works itself out, the possibility of sushi is there," he smirked slowly lifting the dagger off his cheek.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax snarled at Ian. But he then regained his cool, and looked up at him. "Ian...can you just answer one question for me? A personal one, nothing less." Brax asked reasonably.

 

[Hi Im Red]

"Depends on the question," Ian replied simply, placing the dagger bac into his sheath and turning on his heal lookin down at the boy to await the question.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax looked up at Ian with his big, twinkling eyes...Ian used to go crazy over them. "Ian...do you remember what Dr. Peters would say?" He asked him gently and kindly.

 

[PenBlade1326]

After moments of silence...Brax responded. "You can't...cage...a shark." He said, snarling between words as he broke the chains that held him in the cell. He was free. He pounced on Ian, catching him by surprise. Gotta love his human-shark-mutant strength. He pinned Ian down. "Now who's in charge, bitch?" He said, holding Ian down tight so he couldn't move. Brax then leaned down and placed a shockingly gentle and passion-filled kiss upon Ian's lips...trying to recover the true Ian. But after that, he spoke, angrily. "Now, tell me how to get out of here, how to shut this place down and get back to John and Harley."

 

[Hi Im Red]

Ian tried to push faints Brax's grip, however it was no use, the man had a righty grip on him. "Can't cafe one, but I sure as hell can kill one," Ian smirked, however within the next moment his lips were planted firmly on his own. Not that he didn't like it, it was the fact that memories were pain, and pain was weakness. His eyes stayed shut, the normal green covering his irises, though he didn't show it. "You can't," he breathed, "the doors are locked and there are guards everywhere," he said, finally looking up at Brax, his green eyes brimmed red with tears, the pain flowing through his body making it hard for him to move. However, it wasn't that easy to bring him back. Within a few seconds, Ian had turned the tables and rolled them over so he straddled Brax at the waist, with his dagger out and pushed at his throat, all sight of green and tears gone from his eyes.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Guards...sounds like fun. Brax thought. As soon as Ian turned the tables, he curse to himself, thinking he had Ian back. Brax managed to get up and swing his foot into Ian's face, delivering a loud 'thump!' as Brax balanced himself. He stole one of Ian's daggers while he was staggered. He wiped his lips after the kiss. "Shame...kissing you is fun." Brax said with a wink, only half-disgusted with himself. He twirled the dagger in his hand, readying himself for a fight in the cage.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Ian stood upright pulling out yet another dagger of his, Brax was skilled with a staff, yes, but how good he was with knives was no where near as good as Ian had become with them. He didn't hold his dagger as if he was about to attack. No the way he held the blade in between his fingers made it almost seem like a surrender, that was not the case. He quickly threw his dagger, sending the blade twirling through the air and slicing the side of Braxton's leg. The movement so quick it was almost hard to tell that he actually threw it. He smiled evilly and charged at Brax, because that's what the little chop in the bac of his neck said. Kill the team. Screw the plan, he was going to kill Brax now.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax only winced slightly at the dagger slicing his leg. He's been through worse. The smell of blood activated his frenzy...he had Ian in a trap of his own. As Ian charged at him, Brax used the dagger in his hand to slice Ian's side and push Ian into the side of the cell. Brax held him up against the bars. "Ian...forgive me...I love you." He said, regretting what he was about to do with his near bone-crushing strength. Brax slammed his fist into Ian's head, hoping to knock him out...or at least make him dizzy. Brax tossed Ian on the floor of the cell and quickly walked out of it, closing and locking the cell door after taking Ian's key. He had Ian locked up like an animal...for his own good. "And that's why you don't mess with the shark." He said, scanning the room for something of use, whether it be a better weapon or tools for escape.

 

[Hi Im Red]

The blow had knocked the bad out of him, and Ian was very aware of the now crooked nose on his face and the blood that trickled from it. Everything hurt, but pain was good, because pain meant he wasn't dead. He forgot Brax was there and he had to fix the problem before it got out of hand. As weak and sore as he was he pulled himself to the dagger on the ground and grasped it, putting the blade to the back of his neck and very carefully -and much too slowly- cutting the device from his flesh. It wasn't easy, it hurt, like having someone cut a none out of your body. Ian couldn't help the scream that came from his throat and grit his teeth, letting the dagger drop from his hands and holding the back of his bleeding neck helplessly know that Dr Peter would be back to 'punish' him and 'fix' him so he's in his 'right state of mind'.

 

[PenBlade1326]

As Brax began searching for something of use, a thought popped in his head...John. He didn't know how he felt about him...and he did love Ian...but none of that mattered. He instantly tossed his thoughts side and found something: a pistol. Standard issue, one's kept almost everywhere in New Genesis so if an "experiment" gets out of hand....well, you know. But Brax and the others weren't experiments...and neither are the other people there...they're people. He slipped in the handgun in the waistband of his jeans and covered it with his shirt. He had heard screaming through his throat and he glanced over, seeing Ian puling the device out. Did this mean Ian was free? Could Brax finally trust him again? Or is it another trick? Brax had to worry later, he found a map of the place and, luckily, an extra magazine for the pistol, fully loaded. What I'd give for a staff...He thought. The shark boy then walked to now Ian's cell. He saw Ian's nose was broken...Brax's fault, but 'twas a necessary thing to do. He also noticed the device now laying on the floor, covered in Ian's blood.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Ian continued to shake on the floor, mumbling incoherent words that sounded very similar to 'I'm sorry'. He knew he wasn't going to escape by being a bleeding mess on the floor, in fact there wasn't a hope of escaping, he'd be Dr Peter's puppet on a string for as long as he could think. Thinking it was going to be the end of himself, and it was going to be the end of the trust and emotions he would have with those he loved. He might as well make it end now.


With what little strength was left I the snake boy, he took hold of the dagger once more, pushing himself up to his knees, not seeing Brax, too focused on where the dagger would penetrate his stomach. Ian brought the dagger up and was ready to bring it down into himself to save the others from any more pain.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax's eyes widened as Ian readied himself for 'Juliet-style' suicide. He began shaking the lock. He started to shake from nervousness as he fumbled for the key, only to drop it. Brax snarled and ripped the lock off with his strength. Oh look...something Dr. Peters did to me that actually paid off. He dashed over and kicked the dagger from Ian's grasp. He knelt down and started shaking Ian, a firm grip on his shoulders. "I didn't take a set of claws, a dagger, a few burns and lots of pounding to my face to see you kill yourself...whether you're Ian or not; you're not dying on me!" Brax shouted as he shook him. Seriousness overtook him, filling his blood with adrenaline. Moments ago, he'd been beating the snot of this boy...now he was helping him?