Xanthe let out a sharp breath as she pushed herself up farther. “N..mh..” she managed. Apparently, she couldn’t speak well at the moment as she trembled in pain. So, she did the obvious thing. She used a little bit of her power—just enough so she could communicate. Just establishing enough of a connection where they could hear her. No… you came to us… to our place in this miserable city. It is you who should be answering your question… Who are you?
Jason flinched at the sudden voice. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere at once. He glanced at Sabien to see if he was the only one who heard it or not. He finally looked over to the now conscious girl. It must be her.
Sabien barely flinched at the sound of teh voice in his head, he'd learned not to hsow when something odd happened. At the asylum a lot of the patients tried things like that on the gards in an attempt to escape. Sabien turned to the girl on the ground,
"Don't ever do that again." he said his voice hard and cold.
Zak didn't answer the question adn instead stayed still except for her shaking hands, she looked from the lightening guy to the scarred guy. They both were dangerous and no wboth were looking at Xanthe, maybe, just maybe...Zak started to slowly back away from the group of people, hoping not to be noticed.
Xanthe lifted her head enough to see them, and noticed Zak trying to slip away. Sure, the girl was the one who agitated her hemophilia, but she wasn’t coldhearted. If these two were hostile, she didn’t mind Zak escaping. She took a breath. “w..wh…o...a-a…re y-you?” She tried, but it was barely audible and difficult. She resorted back to her original plan, not really caring of the consequences. Sorry, my only form of communication at the moment. Kind of in rough shape if you haven’t noticed. It takes too much to speak. So, Navienda soldier and—from your lack of reaction I’m guessing Xperime guard, who are you people?
Jason didn’t notice the other girl slipping away. He was trying to figure the mind-reader out. Sabien seemed totally used to this sort of thing, for some reason, but he was totally foreign to this. He crossed his arms and waited to see what Sabien would do at her ‘disobedience.’ It was strange to have someone talking through their mind, but he could kind of understand. She wasn’t in the shape to do anything else.
"I told you not to do that!" Sabien growled, glaring at the girl, ye she was use dto it adn didn't react with surprise or anything to it, but he still didn't like people inside his head. He took a few steps forward and looked down at her, she'd live, he coul tell, she was getting stronger already, slwoly, very slowly, but she'd be back to whatever normal was for her soon.
Zak continued toe back away quietlly, she was very clos eto an alley she could slip in, just a few steps more. She wtached to see what the big guy would do to Xanthe as she moved.
Xanthe’s suspicion of the guy being a guard was confirmed. He was definitely from one of the institutions; you could tell by the way he spoke to her. A subordinate, mentally unstable ‘asylum’ patient. Except they weren’t even nice enough to put that sort of cover on it. Look, as soon as I’m strong enough to speak, I will. But I can’t. Hit me if you want to. Can’t say I’m not used to it from those in your profession.
Jason glanced back and forth from Sabien to the girl. Everything had gone silent now. So either they were having a glaring contest or she was ‘speaking’ directly to Sabien.
Sabien grunted, he wasn't one to hit someone who was already down, she hadn't techiquely attacked him, though he was starting to lose his patience,
"Well then why don't you try shutting up until you are able to speak and communicate normally." he said, it was supposed to be a question but came out as a command.
Zak slipped into the alley and started to walk faster, she could hear one of the guys speaking, the big one speaking to Xanthe, it didn't sound to civil. SHe kept walkinga dn turning down another alley picke dher pace up, when she judged she was far enough away she satrted to sprint, trying to put a good amount of distance between her and the group of other people.
Before replying to the oh-so-charming guard, Xanthe communicated to Zak before the girl went out of range. That was my apology for freaking you out with my power. Don’t say I never did anything for ya…and good luck, Zak. With that, she glared at guard. I’m not your charge. This isn’t one of Xperime’s institutions. I have no reason to cower at your anger. So, I have no reason to shut up when there’s important information I want to learn. The fact I don’t invade your privacy and find out for myself should be reason enough for you to grace me with an answer. Who are you?
“Not that anyone cares, but I’ll answer your question. Name’s Jason. Your turn,” he said after a minute observing the glaring contest.
Sabien was still angry. but he knew he should answer ehr question, otherwise she'd invade his privacy,
"I'm Sabien." he growled, he rosse dhis arms on his chest and put his legs slightly apart as he glared down the girl,
"Now tell us your name." he commanded, angry.
Zak heard or thought, or whateve ryou calle dit when someone talk in your head, Xan. She didn't respond, she wasn't even sure what she'd say if she did. No one had ever spologized to her so she wasn't sure how to take it, she just kept running, making many twists and turns as she did so, hopefully she'd get far enough away to not get cuaght.
Oh, intimidating, she thought sarcastically to herself. She couldn’t say she liked Sabien, not only because he was an institutional guard, but because he had a terrible attitude. “Xa—“ she took a sharp breath at the effort, face cringing in pain. The internal blood pooling was somewhere near her lungs, and it didn’t feel too good to use them. She had to use them more when she spoke, so that was really out for a while. She was too scared of the pain to try a whole word. Xanthe… she ‘told’ both of them.
Sabien nodded, he sort of recognized the name, maybe she'd been at his ayslum, or maybe he'd heard of her in teh news or form one of his 'buddies' i.e. the people he worked with.
Sabien turned around, she was gone, the small girl was gone,
"Jason, she's gone!" Sabien barked pointing to where the girl used to be.
Jason glanced at the empty sidewalk. “So she is,” he said nonchalantly. He was trained not to lose his head over stuff like this. “Honestly, though. The kid was terrified. I doubt she’ll come anywhere near us again.”
Sabien nodded, but he wasn't so sure,
"Yeah, 'cept if she runs off to her gang or something and get us killed." he said optomisticly. He turned back to Xan and frowned, she wasn't going to be strong fora while it seemed. He reached out adn grabbing her arm pulled her to her feet, she wasn't letting her out of his sight, she seemed dangerous,
Jason nodded and gave a slight smile. “I’m glad I found such an optimistic teammate,” he replied sarcastically. “Just ask Xanthe what she knows of the girl. Other than that we’ll just have to remain vigilant.”
Upon seeing Sabien reach for her, Xan pulled back both out of instinct and fear. Don’t touch m— “Ah!” she gasped and doubled over as the pain overtook her, temporally causing her powers to recede and her body threatening to black out once more. When she had recovered enough, her power manifested weakly. If…I can’t even…speak…what…makes you…think I…was ready to…s-stand?
"You can stand." Sabien said, putting his arm under her shoulders to keep her on her feet,
"What do you know about the girl who ran off?" he added. Sabien looked around, they should keep moving, he didn't wnat to stay in one place too long, it wasn't a good idea, he nodded to Jason,
"Let's move out." he suggested.
Easy…for you t-to say…you’re not…hemophiliac…you weren’t a lab r-rat. She let out a shaky breath, wishing she was strong enough to make it without the support of the institution guard. You…don’t need to worry about…Zak. She was and is alone… she only attacked me…because I scared her…if you leave her alone…she won’t mess with you…
Jason listened to her explanation of the girl. “Sounds legit enough to me for now,” he said, spinning his staff. “Of course, move out me—er, Sure. Let’s go.” He was about to slip into his captain routine, but stopped himself. This wasn’t home. It wasn’t his unit.
Sabien started to walk , half carrying half supporting Xan in his left arm. He headed down teh road walking pretty quickly, looking around for a good place to hunker down and make into a base of sorts. He didn'ta ctually care what Xan said, after all he'd only sort of listened to what Xan had said about the girl...who's name was Zak. Odd name for a girl, probably Chaos, they seemed to choose boy names for the their girls a lot, or names with boy nick names.
Xanthe kept her mou—er, mind shut as they walked along. It felt like someone was twisting a flaming dagger of fire in her stomach. It felt like she was about to die any second. Sure, she had been his like this by the guards back home, but she could lie limply in the corner for a few days afterward. She had never moved around half an hour after gaining consciousness. She had to stop soon. But there was a problem. Something was really, majorly wrong. “I…ugh…” her face paled even more—she was like a partially melted snowman. She strained and worked diligently to get words out, her face the very definition of pain. “not…doing…well…p-power…not…e-ven…w-work…now…”
Sabien stopped and scooped Xan up in his arms and carried her, he didn't want ehr dying on him. He didn't want to be the cuase of soemone else's death, she may be a patient and he may not like her or people in general, but he didn't want to cause her death.
Jason glanced back at Sabien and Xanthe. He whistled. “She looks terrible,” he said. “…I had a comrade get to a similar condition… we should look for a place to set her down. Something about blood flow to the vital organs when disturbing internal wounds,” he shook his head a little. “I didn’t realize she had it that bad.”
Xanthe was clutching her head now, beads of sweat forming from her strained concentration. “You….g-get a-a-away…n-now… “ She knew it was coming. It had only happened once, right after she developed her mutation and hadn’t learned to control it, but she knew this feeling. The fog. The panic. She was switching into do-or-die self-defense mode. Quinn was going to take over her mind for her. And who knows what Quinn would do after being locked up and suppressed for so long. The pain started to fade away. “attack…is…coming on…my mutation…”