Avant Dream Chapter 5A: The Dementia of Man
 

So here is our current standings.

Geos:
Exiting your cell you come to a very empty hallway. Straight across from you, there is a door, on the side of it you see the name of the doctor listed as well as the patients name. A name you recognize. It says Petoral Gaal aka Mentallic.

Dragon:
Marching down the hall you notice its very barren of life with only the occasional door the listed scientists and patients don't seem to be of any interest to you. You see Geos standing outside a door.

Supersaiyan: He merely begins to laugh in a panic stricken way, "I can't tell you anything, if I do they kill me. So I'm already dead either way, I might as well serve out my civic duty and not help you, you freak." He shuts his eyes and prepares for whatever fate handed to him.

Raiden: (thank you for doing exactly what I would have done in that situation.) Since no one else seems to have there communicator on them you don't recieve a response. The hall seems to be endless, slowly curving as far as the eye can see. You hear some noise like footsteps in the distance but the corridor seems completely unfamiliar.

Dragon continued his way down the hall till he noticed Geos. "Well it looks like I'm not the only one who made it." he said to himself, wondering if geos would recognize him in his new form.

"What the hell happened, Geos?" Dragon asked as he walked up. Then he noticed the name on the door. "Lets bust him out." He said waiting for Geos to open the door.

Meld shrugged, and began to jog toward the footsteps. As he jogged, he slowly sank into the floor, so he could surprise the people if they were enemies. Soon, he came close to the source of the footsteps.

Geos Stumbled back until he could no longer keep his footing. “What the hell are you!?”
But as the monstrous creature began to talk he recognized its method of speech. Geos Tilted his head slightly, “Dragon?” after a coming of terms Geos regained his posture and agreed with dragon, geos walked over to the door panel and pressed the open button.

Geos, Dragon and Meld:
As the door opens you see two scientists studying a computer screen with so much anticipation and glee that they don't even notice the doorway opening. There excited yells could clearly be heard by the group. "My god the power he's displacing is only improving."

"Its been five minutes and he's still going."

"My research was right, this will work. If we use this we can create a new breed of weaponry. Kinetic tanks, brains placed into this solution within a tank. The best part is its a one man crew."

"Plus the brain."

"But who counts neosapien chunks."

As unsettling as their conversation sounded what you saw when looking into his chamber was much worse. Three barrels marked with various weights, 12, 68 and 215 pounds all spun around him rotating as they went. Pyros sat in the middle, a modified inhibitor on his head. His nose, mouth and ears pulsed out blood as his body convulsed. Even a cursory glance could tell you he was dead. Whatever they pumped him full of upped the kinetic abilities of his brain and yet the strain placed upon him was too much.

All of his gear is in the room with the scientists, including his explosives, tracking devices, inhibitor and the handle of his broken switchblade.

Bolt glowered down at the scientist. Words could not describe how much Bolt wanted to tear the little man limb from limb. But, Bolt's instincts and upbringing won.

"I am not going to kill you. You will live. But know this, I am not an experiment. I am a person. I am a citizen. Anyone who ever tries to put me beneath them will die. This, I promise you."

Bolt simply left to grab his gear, which he quickly got on. Then he proceeded to start stalking down the hall towards where he heard excited shouting.

Meld watched with widened eyes.

"He was just a kid."

The scientists turned to look in their direction. Meld's eyes were filled with as much hate and fury he could muster.

"He was a frickin' KID!"

Meld placed his hand in the wall, and through some extensive manipulation, he grabbed the ankle of one of the scientists in a tight grip.

"I know you guys have no qualms with dying. Which is good. Because you have officially pissed us off."

As dragon saw what the scientist were doing to his comrade he snapped. He dove across the room expanding his wings and letting out a bestial roar as he covered the distance easily. He didn't stop as he wrapped one claw covered hand completely around the neck of the scientist not being restrained by meld.

"Which one of you's gonna talk and which ones going to be barbeque?" He asked letting out a long stream of flame upward and extending his wings.

Bolt:

You come upon the group investigating the scene. It becomes self explanitory as you enter the room.

Dragon and Meld:

The scientists don't even struggle although one of them simply mutters, "We've already sent the fruits of our study to Melfina, what happens to us now is inconsiquential." He merely smiles in a proud and defiant manner as dragon grips his neck.

"Wrong Answer." Dragon said blowing a long stream of flames and letting the scientist in his hand burn alive. Watching his flesh burn and smolder Dragon smirked, an evil toothy grin. The scientist let out howls of pain for a while, before finally expiring.

"Now, who wants the pleasureof killing this one?" Dragon said poking the other living scientist with a claw, sending it through the flesh of his shoulder.

"Oops, my bad." Dragon said sarcastically.