Post by Kami on Mar 21, 2011 19:45:27 GMT -5
((This thread happens after Darkness Rising, and Before The Serpent Benieth))
Ah. The San Fransisco Correctional System.
It hasn't let me down.
My plan was to get condemned to Solitary Confinement quickly, to be taken out of the general population, and avoid as many people as possible.
Of course, I figured it might take me a couple days to seek out the best coarse of action, once I know my surroundings.
And it didn't even take that long.
Day one, barely even out of processing, and some girl yells the word Mutie at me like it's the worst insult ever, and jumps on me.
I am a trained fighter, I don't need my Kinetics to handle my own in a fist fight against a Human.
I took the girl down so fast she didn't even see it coming.
Of course, the Mutie taking down a Human, causes a scene and a couple other girls decide to jump me as well.
Just as I gain the upper hand against them both, the guards finally step in, and of course, I'm the one to be blamed by all the onlookers, so straight to Solitary.
I doubt it took me a full hour to reach my exact destination.
Glad to know I can count on people to be dependable in helping me to my goals.
Left in a room alone, it takes effort to keep myself awake.
And I dare not fall asleep now.
I don't think I can handle a nightmare worse than the last...
I've meditated allot, played with breathing technique, exercised, played games with lyrics, thought about my friends, coughed down whatever that is they pass as food through the door at me, exercised some more.
I want a drink so very badly....
I have ways to pass my time. Though time feels like it's going at a different rate in here.
If it wasn't for the meals they bring me every day, I wouldn't know days were even passing.
After spending what I believe to be a couple hours in a Gnosis state, I come back to reality feeling as if nothing here is real.
Not moving from Lotus position I breath deeply as I will my mind to work again, thinking about everyone I miss.
And I miss them so much.
Alice, Chris, Duncan, Robin, Sidney... even Kat, though the thought of missing her makes me smirk a bit.
I miss my Master, as much as I miss Dr. McCoy, which is still something I need to spend some of this time thinking on... but my mind shoots past that, to the Drowning Jocks, my old band, and my Parents.
I miss everyone. So much.
Everyone.
Just as I'm wishing I could hear another person making a sound, any sound, I hear screaming.
Perking my ears to hear the noise, it sounds like everything on the other side of this door has gone into chaos.
Dropping Lotus position I get up and lean into the door, trying to hear more, but still not able to make out much.
It's not long before I hear a key turning in the lock of my cell.
Expecting to see guards, I fight my urge to take a defensive stance, and that fails completely as a group of people come in, that are definitely not guards.
But stances, aren't enough to really prepare for this.
Two of them grab my arms, holding me, as a third punches me in the face, spouting off some human rights stuff as she does.
Oh dear gods... I've heard of these guys too.
The 'Church of Humanity'.... According to school records, they are a religious extreme group that splintered off of the 'Friends of Humanity'.
Great... A Mutant Pagan being repressed by Christan Human-sepremists...
While being incarcerated, in solitary confinement.
They came here, looking for me. After all the press covering my arrest and trial, I should have seen something like this coming.
At first I don't fight back at all.
I came here for punishment. And these people have decided to actually try and punish me.
Regrettably, They don't hit as hard as my Master.
Because they don't hit as hard, it takes a while to reach that state... S and M communities would call it Sub-Space.
When I meditate I can reach Gnosis, which is a higher level of awareness. Sub-Space is similar to that, a different level of awareness. But instead of using controlled breathing patterns to induce it, it is induced by physical pain. Instead of being purely a state of mind, it is a state of body and mind together.
Reaching that state naturally enhances my senses back to their original state. The collar dampens my senses some, but these altered states can bring me past that obstacle.
And that's when it occurs to me, this group hurt other people getting to me.
I can smell the blood on their hands as several of them proceed to beat on me.
They think they have the upper hand, because I am wearing a collar that holds back my powers.
After several of them move in all taking shots, the girl that hit me first actually sneers something to that effect, "You're not so hot without those powers you used to tear apart the city, are you?"
Since my arms are being held, I head butt her before she can pull back.
"I don't need powers to handle you morons."
I use my tail to wrap around the throat of the one holding my right arm, pulling him back to free it, so I can grab the other guy by the hair, tossing him into the girl, and away from me.
Turning I grab the one I'd been pulling back with my tail, and slam him hard into the wall, letting him fall to the floor.
The two I'd tossed aside both charge me, and I let both of them connect with their hits, to get in range to reach out with my claws, scratching first down their faces, and then across their chests, thinking of how easily I could reach just 2 inches up and cut out their throats, as I tear a chunk out of their shoulders instead.
They both cry out in pain, cussing me, and more people enter this tiny little cell, all of them coming to try to take their own chunk out of my hide.
The girl yells loudly, ordering everyone else to grab me and hold me still.
It takes them awhile, but their's just too many of them, unless I aim to kill, they've got me.
I glare as she pulls out a knife, smiling eerily at me as she comes closer, "Such pretty fur you have there mongrel. I think a fur coat would be a great souvenir, don't you guys?"
I blink at her words, offended in ways I wasn't aware I could be, as she starts getting closer with that knife.
This bitch is planning to skin me? Really?
I stop struggling as she gets closer, not moving at all when she puts the knife to my cheek, slicing the tip just enough to break the flesh and draw blood.
I don't resist my urge to shiver in pleasure at it, smiling as she moves the blade even lower, pushing deeply to carve through my fur.
I'm still in that state of sub-space. Every touch of the blade sends intense sensation through me. It's by will alone that keeps me from reaching orgasm. She's not my Master. I won't let her push me that far.
She comments that I won't be smiling for much longer, grabbing my arm, and pulling the blade down, into my flesh, pulling my fur up as she does, in an attempt to split my fur from my body.
I hiss through clenched teeth as she carves out a decent chunk, before grinning and looking me in the eyes again, moving her blade back to my chest, drawing a long crimson streak, the scent of my own blood intoxicating as I start to laugh.
It pisses her off too, when I laugh.
She wants me to beg her to stop, to be scared.
And here I am, enjoying the feel of her blade.
Since I'd stopped fighting, the guys holding my arms have gotten sloppy, relaxing to enjoy the show, and I use that against them, slamming one guy's head hard into the brick wall, as I grab the other, applying my claws to pressure points in his neck to take him out easily, and not fatally.
The girl holds the blade out as if it's going to be a weapon against me, but it doesn't take a lot to force it out of her hand.
Of course now her other goons step in to go at me, becoming an obstacle. I can feel their hands clawing and hitting at me, but I don't pay any of it mind as I push through, intent on getting my claws around her throat.
I've fought in pens rougher than this, where it was kill or be killed, with super powers.
These humans have nothing on me, and I don't need to turn off the collar to prove it.
And I can, You know. I can turn off this collar and have all of my powers, any time I want to.
It's just my word to Scott keeping me from it right now.
I promised him I wouldn't turn it off while I was in jail.
Besides, it's much much more satisfying, when I reach my goal, the girl's throat in my claws, her eyes widening just as I squeeze, tearing out her jugular.
She makes some horrible choking noises as her hands move to the wound, her blood spraying everywhere as people scream, their hatred of me now made much worse as they attack harder calling me a murderer.
I can't argue with them. I knew the moment I sunk my claws into her flesh that the move would kill her.
I wanted to see the look in her eyes. That look of defeat.
That moment when she knew she was dead, just before she hit the ground gasping on blood.
She's the first person I've killed since I've come back to this time.
I only killed when my Master ordered it, and he's not here to give me orders.
If he ever saw a human treat a mutant that way, he would have given me the order.
Humans had no place in our world. They were simply in the way of evolution.
But she's the only one I really want dead.
I continue to fight the crowd, not using killing force.
How many of them are there?
I know they had to have taken out the guards in this area, but why haven't any other officials come to stop this?
Or... are they all turning a blind eye, because of all of this anti-mutant propaganda?
I thought Frisco was more open minded.
I'm refuse to die in a cage.
I wouldn't do it when the world was shit, and I won't do it now.
I may not be aiming to kill, but I am totally aiming to maim and injure, generally take down.
And it seems as though I am holding my own, right up until one of them pistol whips me, aiming the gun in my face, telling the others it's time to stop fucking around.
The moment I see the gun, I duck, hitting his arm to push it away. But, he's not the only one in the crowd armed.
When his came out, the others in the flock seem to follow suit.
Well... This is no longer a fair fight.
I reach up quickly shutting off my collar, my Kinetic sense coming to life like opening up a third eye to the room, Just in time to feel the bullets fired at me, and deflect them without even moving.
Once the first few shots have fired and been taken care of, I let out a bit of a warning, a mild backlash of Kinetic energy hitting them all.
When they realize I've activated my powers, the crowd only seems to get more agitated, and more shots are fired.
Thing is, it's chaos in here. This room is not very big. These idiots are going to kill each other to get me.
Instead of merely deflecting the bullets, I have to drop them out of the air completely, to be sure other's aren't hit.
If I was well rested, this wouldn't be a strain.
But I can't remember the last time I actually slept... And I feel that stress now as I try to push my powers, controlling multiple Kinetic fields in different directions and speeds at the same time.
And the work on concentration pulls me out of sub space, allowing my injuries to really be felt, and starting the chemical crash that follows if not given proper 'after care'.
I can't keep this up.
Shivering uncontrollably, I throw another back-lash at them, this time not so mild, knocking half the crowd down.
"Just leave me ALONE!"
I want to explode, like I did on Alice in our fight. But it would kill humans.
Humans that should be thankful they aren't locked up in filthy camps as fodder for mutants to abuse.
Or extinct. For Homo Superior to carry evolution forward.
In my own time, I'd be praised for killing them...
Goddess help me.
It would be so easy.
Just like the first time I ever really used my powers. In the mosh pit.
Ah. The San Fransisco Correctional System.
It hasn't let me down.
My plan was to get condemned to Solitary Confinement quickly, to be taken out of the general population, and avoid as many people as possible.
Of course, I figured it might take me a couple days to seek out the best coarse of action, once I know my surroundings.
And it didn't even take that long.
Day one, barely even out of processing, and some girl yells the word Mutie at me like it's the worst insult ever, and jumps on me.
I am a trained fighter, I don't need my Kinetics to handle my own in a fist fight against a Human.
I took the girl down so fast she didn't even see it coming.
Of course, the Mutie taking down a Human, causes a scene and a couple other girls decide to jump me as well.
Just as I gain the upper hand against them both, the guards finally step in, and of course, I'm the one to be blamed by all the onlookers, so straight to Solitary.
I doubt it took me a full hour to reach my exact destination.
Glad to know I can count on people to be dependable in helping me to my goals.
Left in a room alone, it takes effort to keep myself awake.
And I dare not fall asleep now.
I don't think I can handle a nightmare worse than the last...
I've meditated allot, played with breathing technique, exercised, played games with lyrics, thought about my friends, coughed down whatever that is they pass as food through the door at me, exercised some more.
I want a drink so very badly....
I have ways to pass my time. Though time feels like it's going at a different rate in here.
If it wasn't for the meals they bring me every day, I wouldn't know days were even passing.
After spending what I believe to be a couple hours in a Gnosis state, I come back to reality feeling as if nothing here is real.
Not moving from Lotus position I breath deeply as I will my mind to work again, thinking about everyone I miss.
And I miss them so much.
Alice, Chris, Duncan, Robin, Sidney... even Kat, though the thought of missing her makes me smirk a bit.
I miss my Master, as much as I miss Dr. McCoy, which is still something I need to spend some of this time thinking on... but my mind shoots past that, to the Drowning Jocks, my old band, and my Parents.
I miss everyone. So much.
Everyone.
Just as I'm wishing I could hear another person making a sound, any sound, I hear screaming.
Perking my ears to hear the noise, it sounds like everything on the other side of this door has gone into chaos.
Dropping Lotus position I get up and lean into the door, trying to hear more, but still not able to make out much.
It's not long before I hear a key turning in the lock of my cell.
Expecting to see guards, I fight my urge to take a defensive stance, and that fails completely as a group of people come in, that are definitely not guards.
But stances, aren't enough to really prepare for this.
Two of them grab my arms, holding me, as a third punches me in the face, spouting off some human rights stuff as she does.
Oh dear gods... I've heard of these guys too.
The 'Church of Humanity'.... According to school records, they are a religious extreme group that splintered off of the 'Friends of Humanity'.
Great... A Mutant Pagan being repressed by Christan Human-sepremists...
While being incarcerated, in solitary confinement.
They came here, looking for me. After all the press covering my arrest and trial, I should have seen something like this coming.
At first I don't fight back at all.
I came here for punishment. And these people have decided to actually try and punish me.
Regrettably, They don't hit as hard as my Master.
Because they don't hit as hard, it takes a while to reach that state... S and M communities would call it Sub-Space.
When I meditate I can reach Gnosis, which is a higher level of awareness. Sub-Space is similar to that, a different level of awareness. But instead of using controlled breathing patterns to induce it, it is induced by physical pain. Instead of being purely a state of mind, it is a state of body and mind together.
Reaching that state naturally enhances my senses back to their original state. The collar dampens my senses some, but these altered states can bring me past that obstacle.
And that's when it occurs to me, this group hurt other people getting to me.
I can smell the blood on their hands as several of them proceed to beat on me.
They think they have the upper hand, because I am wearing a collar that holds back my powers.
After several of them move in all taking shots, the girl that hit me first actually sneers something to that effect, "You're not so hot without those powers you used to tear apart the city, are you?"
Since my arms are being held, I head butt her before she can pull back.
"I don't need powers to handle you morons."
I use my tail to wrap around the throat of the one holding my right arm, pulling him back to free it, so I can grab the other guy by the hair, tossing him into the girl, and away from me.
Turning I grab the one I'd been pulling back with my tail, and slam him hard into the wall, letting him fall to the floor.
The two I'd tossed aside both charge me, and I let both of them connect with their hits, to get in range to reach out with my claws, scratching first down their faces, and then across their chests, thinking of how easily I could reach just 2 inches up and cut out their throats, as I tear a chunk out of their shoulders instead.
They both cry out in pain, cussing me, and more people enter this tiny little cell, all of them coming to try to take their own chunk out of my hide.
The girl yells loudly, ordering everyone else to grab me and hold me still.
It takes them awhile, but their's just too many of them, unless I aim to kill, they've got me.
I glare as she pulls out a knife, smiling eerily at me as she comes closer, "Such pretty fur you have there mongrel. I think a fur coat would be a great souvenir, don't you guys?"
I blink at her words, offended in ways I wasn't aware I could be, as she starts getting closer with that knife.
This bitch is planning to skin me? Really?
I stop struggling as she gets closer, not moving at all when she puts the knife to my cheek, slicing the tip just enough to break the flesh and draw blood.
I don't resist my urge to shiver in pleasure at it, smiling as she moves the blade even lower, pushing deeply to carve through my fur.
I'm still in that state of sub-space. Every touch of the blade sends intense sensation through me. It's by will alone that keeps me from reaching orgasm. She's not my Master. I won't let her push me that far.
She comments that I won't be smiling for much longer, grabbing my arm, and pulling the blade down, into my flesh, pulling my fur up as she does, in an attempt to split my fur from my body.
I hiss through clenched teeth as she carves out a decent chunk, before grinning and looking me in the eyes again, moving her blade back to my chest, drawing a long crimson streak, the scent of my own blood intoxicating as I start to laugh.
It pisses her off too, when I laugh.
She wants me to beg her to stop, to be scared.
And here I am, enjoying the feel of her blade.
Since I'd stopped fighting, the guys holding my arms have gotten sloppy, relaxing to enjoy the show, and I use that against them, slamming one guy's head hard into the brick wall, as I grab the other, applying my claws to pressure points in his neck to take him out easily, and not fatally.
The girl holds the blade out as if it's going to be a weapon against me, but it doesn't take a lot to force it out of her hand.
Of course now her other goons step in to go at me, becoming an obstacle. I can feel their hands clawing and hitting at me, but I don't pay any of it mind as I push through, intent on getting my claws around her throat.
I've fought in pens rougher than this, where it was kill or be killed, with super powers.
These humans have nothing on me, and I don't need to turn off the collar to prove it.
And I can, You know. I can turn off this collar and have all of my powers, any time I want to.
It's just my word to Scott keeping me from it right now.
I promised him I wouldn't turn it off while I was in jail.
Besides, it's much much more satisfying, when I reach my goal, the girl's throat in my claws, her eyes widening just as I squeeze, tearing out her jugular.
She makes some horrible choking noises as her hands move to the wound, her blood spraying everywhere as people scream, their hatred of me now made much worse as they attack harder calling me a murderer.
I can't argue with them. I knew the moment I sunk my claws into her flesh that the move would kill her.
I wanted to see the look in her eyes. That look of defeat.
That moment when she knew she was dead, just before she hit the ground gasping on blood.
She's the first person I've killed since I've come back to this time.
I only killed when my Master ordered it, and he's not here to give me orders.
If he ever saw a human treat a mutant that way, he would have given me the order.
Humans had no place in our world. They were simply in the way of evolution.
But she's the only one I really want dead.
I continue to fight the crowd, not using killing force.
How many of them are there?
I know they had to have taken out the guards in this area, but why haven't any other officials come to stop this?
Or... are they all turning a blind eye, because of all of this anti-mutant propaganda?
I thought Frisco was more open minded.
I'm refuse to die in a cage.
I wouldn't do it when the world was shit, and I won't do it now.
I may not be aiming to kill, but I am totally aiming to maim and injure, generally take down.
And it seems as though I am holding my own, right up until one of them pistol whips me, aiming the gun in my face, telling the others it's time to stop fucking around.
The moment I see the gun, I duck, hitting his arm to push it away. But, he's not the only one in the crowd armed.
When his came out, the others in the flock seem to follow suit.
Well... This is no longer a fair fight.
I reach up quickly shutting off my collar, my Kinetic sense coming to life like opening up a third eye to the room, Just in time to feel the bullets fired at me, and deflect them without even moving.
Once the first few shots have fired and been taken care of, I let out a bit of a warning, a mild backlash of Kinetic energy hitting them all.
When they realize I've activated my powers, the crowd only seems to get more agitated, and more shots are fired.
Thing is, it's chaos in here. This room is not very big. These idiots are going to kill each other to get me.
Instead of merely deflecting the bullets, I have to drop them out of the air completely, to be sure other's aren't hit.
If I was well rested, this wouldn't be a strain.
But I can't remember the last time I actually slept... And I feel that stress now as I try to push my powers, controlling multiple Kinetic fields in different directions and speeds at the same time.
And the work on concentration pulls me out of sub space, allowing my injuries to really be felt, and starting the chemical crash that follows if not given proper 'after care'.
I can't keep this up.
Shivering uncontrollably, I throw another back-lash at them, this time not so mild, knocking half the crowd down.
"Just leave me ALONE!"
I want to explode, like I did on Alice in our fight. But it would kill humans.
Humans that should be thankful they aren't locked up in filthy camps as fodder for mutants to abuse.
Or extinct. For Homo Superior to carry evolution forward.
In my own time, I'd be praised for killing them...
Goddess help me.
It would be so easy.
Just like the first time I ever really used my powers. In the mosh pit.
