A short bit involving a couple of new ish characters me and Kyra made.
The bright light of the domed bubble assaulted Cybrilis senses from all sides, no matter where she turned her face, the light would have seared through her eyelids.
She sat, or, for a better word, laid, down on a cold slab of metal, at least, that’s what she assumed it was. Her hands could move, her feet, similar, but her arms and legs had an odd weight to them, as if somebody was sitting upon them.
A voice came from outside the dome, haunting, almost ethereal in nature, as she for a moment struggled.
“Tell us what you know.”
A grunt was her only response, she didn't want to calm herself, she wanted to know where the hell she was.
Another voice was heard a moment later, a stern, authoritarian tone, her father
“Cybrilis, you have until the count of 10…”
She continued to struggle, the voice beginning to count down, but at this point the man could do nothing to change her, nothing to calm her.
“Cybrilis, please…”
The third voice…a rasping, barely audible whisper, caused her, if only for a few moments, to pause her struggle. THe voice was a recording of her brother, if only a short clip.
.
She groaned, the white room seemingly turning a darker shade for a few moments, it was then she realized she was only seeing things from her right eye. Her left eye felt covered by something.
“…What are you doing?” she finally managed to speak, though what she said nearly silence her again, her voice was barely recognizable as her own, coming out as a harsh, almost frog-like croak.
“…Good, you still can speak, we were worried you had lost your voice in the accident.”
She grew silent again, she barely remembered what happened, her mind was fuzzy, she could barely see straight, which, with one eye actually open and the room basically featureless, the light hiding anything, wouldn’t have helped anyway.
The voice continued, taking her silence as confusion. (True enough)
“Your brother ran away from our facility, he nearly killed you in the process, but we managed to keep you safe.”
Groggily, it came to her realization where she was then, her brothers room, the small cell had it’s safety shield activated, usually to keep him from contaminating anything if there was a breach, she had never been on this side of the bubble though.
For the fourteen years they knew each other, she had never was able to be in the same room as her brother/
“He…he wouldn’t do that.” She rasped, “He didn’t like it here, but he wouldn’t hurt anybody.”
“He killed three of our men, who were trying to calm him, when you were hurt, he ran off, we don’t know how far he got, but he obviously didn’t care about your safety, or our men.”
“Why am I restrained, then?” she asked quietly,
“Your burns were bad, we didn't want you to shift in your sleep and hit them, you may need skin grafts, but we managed to clean the contamination off.”
She winced, while she had never had to experience it, she did recall the men in hazmat suits going into his room to clean it occasionally, The arid stench was enough to make her stomach turn at times.
“W-what are you going to do with him?” she finally responded, she had begun to weaken at this point, whatever energy had kept her conscious was slowly draining.
“We don’t want to kill him, we will do all we can to reason with him, but he is highly unstable, once you are recovered, you can assist if you wish.”
A small nod was what left of her energy, as she dozed off.
The shield had dissipated once her vitals had shown she was unconscious, as two of the men in the lab walked over to observe her injuries.
“Is she going to be alright?” the first said, a rather concerned look on his spectacled face.
“Likely, though I’m surprised she didn’t pass out sooner, between the chemical cocktail they gave her to prevent further corruption, and the painkillers to keep her numb to it, she is a resilient one.” The older man folded his arms, and turned back, looking back toward the small observation room. The spectacled man looking over the vitals for Cybrilis, as the first man walked back into said observation room, he rubbed a temple, scattering a few empty paper cups, still stained with coffee.
Seventy Two hours had passed since the boys escape.
“He didn’t know the general area, he shouldn’t have gotten too far.” The spectacled man muttered, groaning, “How many injured, how many fatalities?”
“A few were hospitalized due to odd chemical burns, but no fatalities yet.” The older man responded with a grimace “Every day that boy is loose, we may start seeing more, panic, even the RHG may get involved.”
“Isn't that-“
“If they get a hold of him, means even more exposure, it means more potential to harm the general public with his powers,”
The spectacled man man groaned,
“His sister may be of use, but she is just as likely to get killed as she would be to be listened to.”
“She won’t want to leave him out there.” The spectacled man said, looking back toward the girl once again
“Once she leaves, we will observe her, if she seeks him out, we can protect her, and capture him.” The older gentleman said,
“If he seeks her out though?” the spectacled man warily intoned
“As said, protection, do not worry about your daughter, she will be safe, same for your son, now, go…go rest.” The man grunted toward him.
Once the bespectacled man left, he closed his eyes,
“Most dysfunctional family I ever saw.”