IC:Novocain paused in mid-step, some kind of force preventing him from moving. Pain shot through his skull, his mind scattering, his muscles freezing in place, and every nanobot in his body flying the blue screen of death. It was as if something had reached into the very depths of his cybernetic soul and squeezed. As his systems slowly fought to normalize themselves, he heard noise behind him, the slow sound of shoes on a hard floor. With every step, another pulse went out, and his systems began to malfunction again. And again. And again. And with each approaching step, it was if his blood grew colder.
"You probably don't remember me." Another step, and this time, the pulse was more violent. Black spots swam in Novocain's vision, the pain sharpening. It was as if someone were driving daggers out from the inside of his skull. "I was never one of your experiments. I was never one of your little play things, the people whose lives you so enjoyed destroying."
"But someone very, very important to me was. And I should have finished the job the very first time, back at Weapon X. I should have made sure you died. I should have finished the job after what you did to Julia. Dallas could never had done it. But I could have. I let you live, because it seemed that you might yet have a chance to change.""I was wrong. But that's not a mistake I have to live with."The footsteps came to a halt, but the last one triggered another pulse, and this one didn't stop, slowly intensifying, climbing, the pain building. A few yards behind the mad scientist, a teenager in a black coat stood, hands in his pockets. He seemed perfectly ordinary, except for one thing; the eyes. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and if that is true, then this was the soul of someone far older. Of someone who had seen, and been forced to do, far more than anyone had a right to see.They were the eyes of someone who was more than willing to kill him.
[color=#4b0082;]"And now it's my turn for a monologue."[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]Dallas Green - the black-haired one - stepped out from around a corner, effectively blocking Novocain off in the center of a doorless hallway, with windows and exits that he himself had sealed. His clunky, quick steps, a walk dripping with blatant insanity, slowed and stopped as the Ultimate chronokinetic froze his body in the temporal space it occupied, able to feel nothing but the pain of Alex ripping apart its cybernetic half. He said nothing; after a second he looked up at Alex and shrugged apologetically.[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]"I got nothing."[/color]
"Julia Phillips. Not that you'd know her name." The technopath intoned, his tone as frigid as Novocain's own body, locked in time. "You put her in a coma. She hasn't woken up. And don't bother trying to say that you'll fix it; I listened once, and all it did was get another person hurt. You don't even know who that kid was." He said, gesturing at the shuddering mass of flesh and muscle on the floor. "I doubt it even matters to you.""But I know. His name was Jason Brown. He was a good kid, Smart, too. He was looking at a good career in medicine, might have been the Institute's new nurse when he graduated. And if I have my way, he still might. You know who else's life you ruined? Ashlynn Summers. Were it not for you ********, she'd never have been at Weapon X. She never would have awoken the piece of the Phoenix within her. She'd still be here. The Carlisle family would never have been ripped asunder, son turning against the father. Terry would still be alive, not rotting in some shallow grave in Canada. Ashley and Dallas, two of the best people I have ever known, would not have to look in the mirror, fearing that one day you might come back.""My friends, my family, would still be here.""But they're not. And it has fallen to me to keep the people left safe. From the smallest child, to the oldest staff member, they are under my protection. This place gave me a home when I didn't have a home left,""And I will burn everything I have ever created to the ground if it means that I could catch the people responsible for so much anguish in the blaze." Finally, he lifted one hand from his pocket, gesturing at Novocain's motionless body. "As we speak, you no longer have control over your own body. The very technology you used to prolong your miserable existence is now turning against you, destroying you piece by piece. But I've left your brain for last. You will be conscious, aware, as you are slowly torn apart.""Rot in ****, you piece of ****."
[color=#4b0082;]"Oh, and by the way!" Dallas chirped excitedly, clearly enjoying himself. "Don't bother, you know, counting on your organic half for much help either. Thanks to my handy-dandy little biorhythms detector, so far I've managed to speed up the cell processes in your body to the point where you're...86 years old. Not Christopher Lee kind of old where you can still move around like you're forty, either. I'm talking Benjamin Button when he enrolled for Pre-K 86."[/color]
OOC: Well, Flex, here's where you get the explanation. You sent Novocain into the mansion without any prior mention, apparently enacted an entire plan, and apparently got through the entire school undetected. Well, simple fact is that Novocain is a PC. And as such, he is subject to the same rules and regulations as every other PC. Hence this. This is the action that would have been undertaken if you had given any time for response, before a character reviled by all managed to slip into the Institute apparently completely undetected.If you find a way to get out of this, you can try to continue. But I'm not about to let a PC ignore every rule on modding in the book. Not while I'm still staff.Post for my remaining characters following later.