I need a her(o)

[amelia]

Scientists were gathered at the table the devil was handcuffed to. Of course, they had to inject a triple dose of the medication to make her fall asleep, because she was the ultimate special weapon in the laboratory. She was very strong, and they decided to take her out of that tube thing that's big enough for a human to test her out to see if she was doing okay. They had been working very hard on the Emilia Grace Project. It was important that they had extra guards watching over Emilia Grace... even when she's sleeping in the tube. She's even stronger when she's asleep. They removed her clothes, so they could get a better look at her. Everything seemed okay. The scientists injected some more crap into Emilia Grace's body. She was used to being loaded with a lot of stuff, but she didn't like all the needles going into her body at once. Oi.... She would go crazy if someone disturbed her dream. She would kill them in an instant. Emilia Grace sniffed the air, for she sensed a demon in her presence. Was it a new scientist? Was it one of the other projects? Or, was it her savior? The scientists put her back in the glass tube, letting her fall into a deep, dark sleep.

[Lon A. Vilenti]

Searing pain hit his lower back and he couldn't help but cringe back in surprise and fear. Three days…just three and he had already had enough…
This was just another farm episode…
His hands slowly drew up to his face, as if his feeble fingers could shield him from the cruel world. He stopped, his body shuttering and pure anger crossing his expressions. He could feel them, they were smooth and curvy, they were…horns.
His eyes flashed open and a loud beep sounded from far off. He looked at his hands in disbelief as he saw dark grey skin. Grey skin.
He let out a throaty growl, the pure hatred backing it up surprising Lon. He was an entire building away from any if the other projects, he could hear them, their cries of terror and fear...
He pounded his fist into a glass pane, a clear crack echoing across it, he cracked a smile as equally pale and glared at the nearest staff member. Another searing pain racked his body and he heard something tear. He let out a loud scream as from his back large wings erupted from his spine. He had had enough.
Lon let out a roar that was not if his own vocal ability. He pounded another fist against the pane and a shatter followed, glass rain down on the staff like little stars. Blood splattered the tile floor and he realized it was not his own. He gave a psychotic cackle and took up a fairly large shard off the ground and gripped it in his palm, blood seeped from where it pierced his palm but the sigh of his own crimson only excited him. This wasn't him was it?
Lon could see and hear, even smell, but he couldn't feel, nor could he move… it was like he was watching a movie from the far recedings of his mind. His arms moved and his wheelchair moved forward, blood wiping away his vision as he heard the terrified shrieks of the victim.
Staff members piled it if the door and Lon advanced. He used his new wings to propel his little chair across the room and down the hall. He had no idea where he was going, but then again he didn't exactly care did he?
An alarm shrilled in the distance and room after room, scientists left the room to tend to more vital matters, that being him. Lon tore off down the corridors, his blazing black eyes filled with more ambition and madness than he could stand to have. His mind seemed to speak up, as if some sort of mind voice was reaching out to all the other projects.
Awaken
He stopped by one particular room, a nude girl sleeping soundly in a glass tube. He flashed a fist and the glass crashed to the ground. His demon smiled and rolled over with his little wheelchair. No matter how much experimental shit they pumped into him, he was still paralyzed.

[amelia]

The glass tube broke and water poured out of the tube along with Emilia Grace. Her violet eyes shot open, and she looked up to see a demon in a wheelchair. First, she stood up and circled him, drinking in his scent. Next, she studied his physical features closely. Finally, it hit her! She caught the scent of all the crap the scientists loaded him with. "You're one of the projects... Who are you and what do you want with me? In fact, you're a very stupid project. If I were you, I would've made a run for it and never look back." She looked around the room for her clothes or any clothes for that matter. Emilia Grace walked over and grabbed a lab coat off of the hanger on the wall. She put it on and growled, for she did not like the scent that was on the lab coat. This coat smells awful! It has the scent of those disgusting scientists." Well, it was better than running around naked. Why was he helping her escape? Out of all the innocent people in that laboratory, he wanted to help Emilia Grace. She wasn't innocent at all. Even if she was a human before she ended up in the laboratory, she would still be a vindictive little b****.

[freedom]

More attacks, more escapees, more death. That was the trend in Nova City and its surrounding area. Whether it was monsters attacking humans for need, play, or food, or the humans lashing back for others' acts, death was constant in Nova City. Seamus was trying to put a stop to it, or if nothing else reducing those that suffered the fate of death, both humans and monsters alike. He hadn't had to kill anyone yet, but someday he would probably have to. he just hoped that each night wouldn't be the night that he had to.

Lately he had been wearing a prototype helmet that he had picked up from some inventors that he had saved awhile back to protect his identity. (Link: www.designbuzz.com/immersed-senses-lets-scuba-diver-breathe-and-move-freely-underwater/) The shield was tinted dark enough that no one could recognize his face, and it changed his voice so no one would be able to pick that out either. The on-board computer gave him a useful heads-up display while in a fight, and the oxygen converter helped not only in water, but areas with other gases rather than oxygen to breathe in. Over this he wore a long dark trench cloak to cover his body and shadow his features, leaving any observer clueless to his actual appearance.

His services were again required it seemed. Seamus wasn't really a contract hire, but he acted as one. Whenever he sensed danger, Seamus was among the first to arrive on the scene. Though this time, he wasn't at an ideal location. He never supported the research on living subjects, and this facility housed all of them. Many times they had no respect for life as it stood other than to protect their own, which created problems such as the two they faced tonight. Still, his instincts were there, and he had to do what he could to save the lives of those who worked there.

Seamus landed, his wings folding under the cloak as he casually walked in through the front door. No one was going to try to attack them besides the two deranged demons inside, or at least that is what he figured.

[Lon A. Vilenti]

He rolled his eyes, "Would you rather stay?" He snapped, rolling his wheels back out of the room. Lon wasn't sure what to think of all this, one moment he was on the bus going to Boston, the next he was in the back of a van and then here. It had all happened so fast, so much pain in so little time, then again you may as way label his life a living hell.
He wheeled hi at away, glass crunching strangely satisfying to his ears. He reached behind him, the burn in his back fresh and starting to blister, the adrenaline was beginning to ware off and although he was pretty good wih wounds, this one stung especially. With his strength waning, he also seemed to gain control again, thinking clearly. His skin seemed lighter as well, sadly the horns had failed to disappear. He looked ahead and much both his surprise and dislike, a guy stood in his way from the door. He had a broad set of shoulders and a large chest which made him wonder. Although that was about as much physical appearance as he was getting out of him, the rest of him was blocked off with silly clothing. Honestly the people here just weirded him out.
Lon gave a small sigh, his hands drifting up to remind himself what he was and who he ought to be. He was a monster from the deepest recesses of the dark; he was every child's worst nightmare, did that also change him? He became self-conscious about his current appearance and in a blink he had changed from demonic horror to normal boy. His was called a glamour, the word was something he had yet to learn but would in time. Eventually he would come to control them and use them to his advantage.
If he was to look in a mirror, he would see his horns, but it would take a vey deceitful mind to see through his shield.
"So, you gonna stand there or can I leave?" He spat, it was probably a bit uncalled for but the night he was having? He didn't give a flying crap about hurting the guys feelings. Lon had been mortally wounded both physically and mentally, he was paralyzed, a freak show, and basically a punching bag for life. If anything, his guy should be wary around him.
He rolled forward in his wheelchair, his arms rolling neatly as he crept forward. He sort of wonder about the girl though, probably wasn't too big a deal.

[lucilla]

The girl huffed and put her hands on her hips. "You got to be joking! I'm not staying here." Emilia Grace stormed out of the room and froze when she spotted a man in the doorway. A devious grin appeared on her face, for she was going to have fun with the light angel. If he didn't let them through, she would have no other choice but to move him by force. She recognized his clothing and growled viciously, baring her fangs at him. That was so unlike her. Normally, she would seduce a male or torture him if she didn't get what she wanted, but she was actually holding back. Emilia Grace was holding back, for she was going to jump in if Seamus refused to let them go. If he let them go right off the bat, she would be nice enough to spare him his life.

[freedom]

The voice was distinctive, almost robotic in nature as he spoke, withdrawing his sword to alert them that he too meant business. "Whether you leave or stay all really depends on what your plans are doing when you leave this forsaken place." Files on the two characters flashed up on his display, giving him details that the doctors had gathered on the two subjects. Each one was classified as among the most dangerous, so he had to be just a tad more careful. "And don't bother trying to be cute, if I have to put you down I will. I am just looking out for the lives of both you two," making it a point to aim the tip of his sword at both of them, "as well as all the people that live outside of this ward. Now I don't agree on how they treat you here, but let's be honest, what are your plans once you leave this facility. And no point in lying, I'll see right through it."

[Lon A. Vilenti]

Lon let out annoyed mumble, looking back as the pale maiden follows up behind him. He listened to the man speak and rolled his green-blue eyes. Why would he go and cause more trouble? He was no idiot, rubbing salt in the wound was not the way to go about snipping away ties. He was sick of this place and honestly, what harm could be do now? He was tired, hurt, and pretty pissed, but overall pretty weak as of now.
Ten minutes ago you am have met death, but no he was as harmful as a paper bag filled with cotton.
Wih a careful finger he lifted the point of the sword away from his face. "I'll be trying to go home if that's too much trouble to ask. After tonight life is gonna take a nice dump on me, right now, I just want a shower." He rolled beneath the blade, waving over his shoulder as he went out the door.
What was that guy's problem? He was just wanting to go home, he hasn't even hurt any of the staff members besides he ones that got hit by glass, but that wasn't his fault really. Lon wouldn't get too far, if anyone wanted to follow him they had better have good patience, cause he wasn't too fond of buses and he hated driving anyways. Sometimes he wished he could summon those wings from before and just fly away, it's be a hell of a lot easier on him.

[amelia]

Why would she want to stay in that hell hole? Emilia Grace was ready to get the hell out of there. What were those things showed up on Seamus' display? The girl saw a picture of her show up on her file, and she was thinking about breaking the helmet by punching it, but she had to try to sort things out without using violence. Most of the time nonviolence helps you get out of a situation without a lot of people chasing you down. Ha! As if! The stubborn Emilia Grace didn't believe a word he said about looking after their lives or whatever he meant by that. It was true... If Emilia Grace swore to never harm anyone outside of the facility, she would be lying. "Uh... Yeah. Same here." And, of course, she was lying. She knew she wasn't going to get out of there if she lied. Emilia Grace would only used violence if she didn't get what she wanted. She would torture them to death. If she had a crush on a man, she would be the sweetest girl on earth, but if someone tried to mess up her relationship with the man she had a crush on, she would make that person's life a living hell.