Trench ➺ joshler [×]

: 2. Man on Fire :

Tyler's back layed against the wall, his left knee pulled up with him on the stiff bed held tight by the same sided arm. He glanced back at the wall, hating how if he didn't scratch at the wall's every morning he'd loose track of time itself. 2 more days. He thought to himself. During the past two nights when the blocks where shut down and everyone was presumed asleep there'd be loud drilling, reinstalling and furnishings. They may be making some sort of cage like they did Tyler, that adapts to their specific abilities when being tested. Yesterday they placed a bed across from Tyler's. And the brunet couldn't help the way his throat clamped shut at the thought of a roommate. It's been 5 years since he's had one. All because back then, he had a lesser grip of his powers and unironically that day the poor soul had gotten on Tyler's last nerves.

He's not alive anymore.

Maybe Tyler's proven he's compatable, and thats why they're giving him another roomate. But then he thought back to only a few days ago when he choked a guard to unconsiousness and broke the doctors wrist, she quit anyways. 

He materialized a flimsey red ball that fit just inside his hand, tossing it over once or twice before throwing it against the wall, watching it reciprocate off and bounce back towards him. He caught it with one hand, glaring at the ball until it insinerated to ashes. Truth be told, Tyler wasn't always this hardass packleader that rarely smiled. No, he used to smile, every single day and happiness was the only emotion he knew. But soon after he got captured, he could rarely remember what happiness even looked like.

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Tyler awoke to the sound of screaming. It didn't sound like Tom, or  Jenna. And Evan, Patrick and Brendon where an entire block over. With bleary eyes he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he swung his feet off the bed and stood up, using the wall for support as he nearly tripped from how fast he got up. He decided to just sit back down. Just as he'd done so, 3 guards stomped down the hallway, then another trio. Then finally, Tylers eye's widened.

Fighting back with scowels and bite marks, a man with brown eyes just as wild as his hair shoved guards back with his fists clenched. The electric rod stunned him but he didnt seem nearly as phased as when a burly guard gripped him by his upper arms and held him as they forced him down the hall. But he didn't give in the fight, kicking every scrotum the toe of his boots came across. His head thrashed around, varying colors and flaming once they turned orange nearly setting the man that held him on fire as flames consumed his entire body as he shouted for freedom. For a brief second, the flaming man faced Tyler, hollowed orange eyes met brown. They lingered at each other for what seemed like forever in only a few seconds.

Tyler smiled, slowly standing up as he drew closer to the bars with facination. That's him. That's Dun. Tyler reached through the bars, hands feeling like magnets as Dun reached out, too. It didnt last long as It took another team of guards from another block to run over and end the situation. Tyler sulked when he was soon out of sight.