The Exceptions

Dude, That Wasn't Very Cash Money of You

Lucian

"I have to leave this hell hole," Lucian muttered as he was marched towards the office. After entering through the heavy wooden door, the captain greeted him.

"Ah, whadja do this time hijo?"

Lucian let out a small chuckle. "I'm not your son, old man."

"Ouch! Words hurt, amigo. I'm only 27 years closer to the grave!" The captain jested as he walked towards Lucian. The two bumped fists.

The examiner rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. "Please be more proper with your language, Sir."

"Ah, whatcha gonna do about it? You racist, hispaña hatin' white woman..." Both of their eyes flashed and the captain laughed, taunting her as his skin shifted into metal, little patches of dark steel, small areas of flesh changing rapidly until all of it meshed together on his body, melding together to form something of a shell around him. Lucian could see his muscles bulge and ripple under the tough armor plating. That is one hell of a power. I can only imagine how hard he hits with that, let alone how tough it would be to pierce.

"Now how long can you hold that defense, Captain?"

"Eh, maybe like fifteen, twenty minutes max?"

"Hmph. Well if I had more time, I'd make sure you receive a bad mark on your record"

The captain laughed. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Just get whatever you need done, done." He shot a worried look towards Lucian as he was escorted into the General's chamber.

Lucian felt a shiver shoot down his spine as he faced the back of the General's chair, feeling as though he was about to fight an army. The room seemed to chill instantly as the chair began to spin, revealing a massive man, complete with cropped brown hair, and bright green, cat-like eyes. When standing, the sheer size of the General could rival even the biggest grizzly bears, and he could easily kill one as well, without so much as touching the hefty claymore sword hanging at his side. The examiner stiffened, and then quickly exited the room.

"So I hear you're causing trouble. That isn't like you, Lucian." rumbles the General, coldly. Lucian stands there motionless. The general claps twice and a young man, maybe in his early 30's, runs in and pinches Lucian until he draws blood.

"Ow! What the hell?"

"Sorry," is all the man says before he runs back to wherever he came from. Lucian goes to feel his wound. Wait, feel his wound! He can move his arms again!

"Please excuse Clark, he can only heal those who he has hurt." the General explains. Lucian nods. "Now, I'm going to give you a light charge... Try not to piss her off again. Fifteen minutes. In here. With me." Lucian gulps. Fifteen minutes?! He has never been sentenced to that long of a punishment. And the General said that was a "light" sentence. Welp, here we go. He draws his knives. The general's eyes light up to an electrifying shade of blue, and everything except organic matter freezes over in the room. A blue bolt streaks towards Lucian. Crap. He is barely able to step out of the way in time. "Nicely done! You have fourteen minutes and fifty-five seconds left!" The General smiles sarcastically and fires off three more bolts. Lucian sidesteps the two largest ones and parries the third with his knife. He grunts as a violent pain engulfs his hand, leaving it throbbing and numb. He is unable to free his hand from his grip on the knife, so he pries his hand off and places the now useless knife's handle in his mouth, hoping that would provide some protection. "It's not smart to try and block, my boy. Employ that agility I saw you use earlier." Lucian puts on a brave face, and prepares to survive for another fourteen minutes and fifteen seconds.