With my Halo writing soon drawing to an end, I have decided to build further off of Bryce, the character I am currently using in Heroes and Demons. With high hopes, I am to make this a mini series of stories leading up to Bryce's arrival in the Collab. With this, you'll learn things about the character that may be important to use in the collab, without taking up most of the posts there explaining it. I also hope that character wise, Bryce will be a bit more clear, unlike Blaine, who was mostly all over the place.
The Ascension: Frigid Beginnings.
Shad0wChas3r
Prologue: Leaky Faucets.
Water dripped from the ceiling. There was a unusual coldness to the room, it was bone chilling. Short, labored breaths filled the air. That was all there was, dripping, breathing, and echoes.
Screams of torture filled the hallways beyond the walls that contained the noise. Kids, men, women, it didn't matter, all were tortured souls, locked away from the outside world.
The dripping continued, as voices filled the air.
I want Mommy.
I want Daddy.
I want to go home.
Home.
Home is gone.
Please don't take me, please don't take me.
I don't want to go, I don't want to go.
Be strong Lydia, be strong for your family. Oh god, what was that?!
After that last voice was heard, the actual scream of terror that followed it filled the air, as the young man's eyes snapped open, his misty breath billowing in the air before him. His cell was dark, damp, and cold. He had been sitting on the floor.
The screams from the woman continued to echo down the hallway, as he tried to get a reading. But her mind was gone, or it would be, anyways, when she was returned to her cell.
Shit, I'm next!
Oh god, what is this place?!
"What do you want from us?!" Some man down the hall yelled.
Pathetic pawn. He will learn his place.
"You will learn in time. And when you do, you will submit, or else."
"You can't break me!" The man scoffed. "I can bust down this door and wrap the iron around your throat!"
Cute, he believes his powers will save him from us.
There was a sudden flare in the hallway, as a loud ringing filled the young man's ears, the other prisoner's mind ebbed away shortly afterwards.
"I want someone to get the corpse and clean the cell for a more... adequate subject.
The young man froze, they had killed that poor man in cold blood. He wasn't surprised so much as stricken with fear. Stolen from his thoughts, the young man sat there, completely isolated from reality, as the water continued to drip, and his breathing continued to be short and labored.
As quickly as he had gone into the trance, there was a loud bang on the iron door that separated him from the hallway. Grinning, the blonde haired, blue eyed man behind the door stared condescendingly at the youth.
"You enjoyed your last treatment, mister psychic?!" The man's teeth were revolting, browned and rotting from lack of treatment.
"You enjoy the last day you shared with your mother-in-law?" The boy replied quickly, as the man's grin dropped instantly.
"You stay out of my head boy, I have no fears of shooting you dead."
"Right, that's why you fear what your boss will do when he finds out that his 'Prime' subject is lying in a pool of his own blood." The boy spat back.
Grasping at his skull, the man gritted his teeth, shuttering from frustration. Groaning from the boy's mind games, he smashed his night-stick onto the door, as the loud metallic noise echoed in his ears. Grumbling as he walked away, the young man waited until the guard had left.
"Bryce, is that right?" A young female whispered around the corner.
"Yeah, Marissa, right?" Bryce returned, standing next to his door.
"I just arrived today." She whispered. "What the hell goes on in this place."
"Some pretty bad stuff." He paused. "How'd you know my name?"
"I overheard the guard who contacts the head of this place saying your name. They referred to you as the 'Priority' subject?"
"Yeah. I'm one of the very few of their guinea pigs that actually survived one of their so called 'treatments'."
"Oh my god. They augment people here?" She asked, frightened.
"Only if you have a certain gift, or you are have good potential to be augmented." Bryce replied. "That man they just shot, stronger than the Hulk."
"What is your gift?"
"I can read minds." Bryce replied. "I can also move things with my mind, but I'm a little bit new to that. I only learned it a few years back. This is my fifth year here." Bryce paused. "What is your gift?"
"I can change my appearance." She blushed, embarrassed. "Take any form I want. Animal, inanimate object, person, you name it."
"So why don't you try to escape?" Bryce asked. "This place is dangerous."
"I can't. They gave me a sedative that has nullified my abilities. I don't know for how long, but long enough that I won't be able to until my next dose."
There was a pause between the two of them.
"Five years?" She asked. "What happened?"
"It's a rather long story." Bryce replied. "I'm not sure you'll want to hear it."
"I do though, how can you stand five years of this place?"
Bryce sighed, peering through the shutters of his iron door.
Guard is coming, I will be communicating with you through your mind. Do not freak out.
Okay.
I'll start from when I was just a young boy, no older than five...
Last edited by Shad0wChas3r on May 4th 2013, 11:47 pm; edited 1 time in total