SuperFerret
King of the Urban Jungle
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The woman's mouth moves, but no intelligible words come out as I move closer to her. I'm about to say something to get her to start making sense when suddenly a bluish blur catches my attention from the corner of my vision, then the blur becomes a man dressed in a tight blue suit.
I snort, letting out a laugh. This keeps getting weirder and weirder, this guy looks and talks like a friggin' superhero! Probably one of the other freaks they've brought here for tests and "indoctrination". Poor bastard's probably been brainwashed.
I lash out suddenly, swinging my arm at him, intending to rake my claws across his chest. "Listen buddy, I don't want to hurt you, but you ain't gonna stop me from getting the **** outta here."
Monster? MONSTER? This guy's fast, able to dodge each and every swing I take so all I'm doing is flailing pointlessly. He says that he's looking for someone here, a girl, and he seems to be willing to talk. Guess I'd best listen.
Still want to rip his face off for the "monster" comment.
"Oh, I can assure you that the only monsters here are this *****, those two dead losers on the floor, and anyone else working with them. And if there's a girl here too, she's probably getting tortured as we speak."
I smile, and lash out, backhanding the woman across the face hard enough to knock her cold.
"There. Happy?"
I grab the lab coat from Sweaty's corpse and put it on.
"Anyway, I was bluffing when I said I'd eat her. You humans taste like crap. Let's go, I wanna bust some more heads and I need to find some pants."
"Good. I didn't want to go the stealthy route anyway." I say, loping along on all fours behind the blue superguy, constantly sniffing the air and, well, I guess the word would be "scanning" around with my newfound psychic abilities. The scent and thought hit me at the same time.
"Wait." I say, stopping by a closed door, "I've got an idea."
"I understand, and...I appreciate it." Reaching out to shake the samurai's hand, even Adam couldn't help but smile. "Thanks."Kensei nodded in recognition as he thought on his word.
"It's a hell of a thing, taking a life. You take away all that person was, is, and ever will be. I have been fighting for long time now, and, though killing demons and monsters comes with no remorse, I cannot say the same for when I have to kill another human being. You try to rationalize it by telling yourself that it was necessary. That this person was evil, and would have done terrible things if you hadn't put them down."
"I wish I had something to teach you that will take away the guilt and pain, but I do not", the Demon's Bane said as he looked Adam in the eyes.
"I can show you some meditative techniques to help clear your thoughts and help cleanse your spirit, but that guilt will still be there, lurking in the back of your mind. Whether or not you let it consume you is up to you."
Let's see if I can calm them, I think to myself as I try reaching outwards with my mind, attempting to calm them. It works and they quickly quiet. Okay, that worked. Time to try something else.
"Start opening cages, we've just found our backup."
"It's not their feces that we need. They've got two inch long sharp teeth and a mean streak, and I just might be able to tell them what to do, and if I'm not able to, they'll serve as a pretty good distraction. They use these guys in a lot of medical testing labs with deadly diseases given to them."
I reach out with my mind again, trying to get the attention of the group of monkeys. One by one, I feel my mind connect with theirs and they look up at me. Pretty damn cool, I'd shake the hand of the guy who gave me these powers if I hadn't already torn it from his body. Or bitten through his jugular, not sure who was responsible. Either way, these abilities are pretty cool.
I try sending instructions, but they're too complex for the monkeys to understand I guess, or maybe because I'm trying to send orders in English. I try simplifying it, sending my message in a more emotional context.
~KILL. MEN. WHITE. COATS. GUNS.~
They seem to understand and run out the door in a group, off to get revenge for me and them and anyone else stuck in this hellhole.
"Well, it's something to think about anyhow. You know that you're always welcome with The Gaurdians, your passcode is the same....if you decide to swing by." I say with a smile.
"But I have to get back to the city. I hope to see you back at the headquarters sometime soon." I say as I turn to leave Youngster's bunker.
"I understand, and...I appreciate it." Reaching out to shake the samurai's hand, even Adam couldn't help but smile. "Thanks."
Actually having friends was something that he wasn't used to; first Icon, and now Kensei. Every other member of the Guardians that he had met so far had always made him feel uncomfortable in one way or another, either annoying him or putting him on edge. He still didn't know what to think about that Archangel character. Even if Angelo wasn't an actual angel, he still seemed to have powers that appeared to be heavily angelic in nature, at least at first glance. If that were true, did that mean that there was also a God? Thoughts of that nature were not things that the Survivor was looking forward to confronting on a regular basis by spending time with these new teammates.
"Hey pal, you're the only one playing superhero here. So why don't you go run around all Blue Streak style or whatever and save people, while I find out just what the **** these bastards did to me."
Looks like I hit a nerve. I fold my arms in front of my chest and stare back at him.
"Hey, listen, uh... thanks for helping me, and the others here. If it means anything, I don't plan on killing anyone else here."
I scratch the back of my head, suddenly feeling awkward.
"By the way, did you happen to see any type of record-keeping room, or computer room or something while you were zipping around all fast-like?"
"Thanks again. You said that we're outside Chicago? Jeez, that's far from home for me."
Another question pops into my mind, an important one. One whose answer I'm dreading.
"Just one more thing, what's today's date?"