“You can stop faking now.” Exotica opens an eyelid. “H-how'd you know?” She stammers, in confusion. “I know more about you, than you could possibly understand. But I have yet to tell you how important you are.” Jax smiles, sadly, sighs and gets up. “I need some time, alone, with the 'specimen.'”Some guards shuffle in the room. “Haven't you stayed in here, a while?” Jax stands up quickly. “That is not you place to worry about.” Jax replies, as anger fueled vemon spits at them.
Jax says, shuddering, spitting out the word specimen, as if it physically hurt him to say it. "But Jax..." A bulky guard with a hazmat suit standing beside him, "She's dangerous... Unstable?" The guard whispers in Jax's ear. "I SAID GO RYANTH!" Jax's eyes go red and his fingertips crackle with fire. The guard jump back a few feet. One of guards eyes are open in an, immense terror. "I- just go." Jax says, shaking his head, his hands running through, his nappy, brown hair.
The guards exit the room, Ryanth looks back, but shuffles away. “S-sorry about that, I just- can't control my emotions, sometimes.” Jax says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Exotica's mouth gapes open and closed. "T-that happens to you to?" She says, raising an eyebrow in suprise. "Yeah? It happens to everyone here... Why?" Jax says, skeptical. “I- only thought happened t-to me..." She says, looking at the floor. Jax raises an eyebrow. "Wait, really?" He says in suprise. "Yeah..." Exo says, skeptically. "So, you don't know what's going on? Why you're here? Or what you are?” He says, worried.
"Nope. Should I?" She says, feigning confusion. "Look. I'm not gonna tell you anything and I'll most likely SHOOT you, if you don't cut that sarcastic crap." Jax says, fuming, and crosses his arm. She eyed his gun, that was almost as big as her arm. She sighed, rolled her eyes. "Continue." She says, waving her arms in a 'go-on' gesture “Thank you.” He smiles. "So... um... people like us, we're genetically made... in a lab... because regular humans thought that if there was a superior race, they'd be able to overpower your dad, and finally take control over the world again. So all of us, Révolutions, that's we call our selves that, banded together to defeat your dad."
Jax says, and smiles. Exotica gulps, blinks, her mouth gapes once, twice. "What do I need to do to help?" She says, skeptical, but determinedly.
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Temperament
Ciencia FicciónThe year is 2090. The world is on the brink of extinction. Everywhere you look is choas, rats and bugs run rampant in the street, feasting on dead flesh, and dead bodies lay in the street, buildings are crack ed and crumbling, disease and sickness i...
