META; The Spirit of Change ((Shifter RP))

[seopard]

Maddi

Maddi cringed, staring at her hands "Uh...." She rubbed her face with her hands. Then the door shook with two loud knocks. Jack growled "You can go into the back room if you want." She nodded and hurried into the back bedroom. There was a door, which she assumed went out into the back yard, but it was locked so she just sat down on the chair and watched the hallway. There was Jack's voice and the click of a door. Of course, she didn't pay attention to which door it came from. Suddenly a hand went over her mouth, muffling her shouts. She felt the cold needle enter the soft skin on the side of her neck. The drugs quickly entered her system and took hold of her body and she began to sink to the floor. The unknown man chuckled quietly "Good thing we made your brother wear a button cam all the time." Beginning to feel slightly light headed, she tried to say something, but it died in her throat. "Ah, don't worry sweetheart. Special serum developed especially for Metas. It will induce a death like state, coma if you will, but the only difference is you're going to be conscious the whole time." Maddi groaned and her eyes fluttered shut as her breathing swallowed and her heart slowed."There we go sweetheart. Nice and dead."

Jack

Jack sighed after Maddi left the room, for he knew he was sending her to her capture. Mathew, his boss, mad sure he wore his button cam at all times, and he had people monitoring the video constantly. He knew that he would be sending a man to get her. He answered the door with a huff "Yes?" He growled grumpily, glaring at the tattooed boy in front of him. Now he wasn't in the best of moods, considering he had just sent the girl that he had not seen in years, into the hands of a would be murderer.

[Jane-Doe]

Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse

"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remains as your legacy."

A wave of nausea waved over him just as the door opened- and the smaller frame of - what he assumed was - Maddi's brother answered the door. There was an odd scent in the room, and as Ezekiel's eyes darted past Jack, and into the room, a subtle panic began to set within him. Where was Maddi? Didn't she just go in? If only.. If only he could've somehow prevented this disarming and deafening atmosphere. "Is Maddi here?" Ezekiel asked, finally setting his gaze onto Jack. His eyebrows set, his jawline clenched, and his hands balled into fists at his side. Zeke was not a force to be reckoned with.

[seopard]

Maddi

Maddi silently screamed in agony as the stranger pulled out a pocket knife and slowly carved an M with a line through it on her right hip. The man kicked her in the side lightly before picking her up like she weighed nothing. He closed the back door silently behind them and carried her a ways away from the house until she was finally dumped into the back seat of a car.
"Try not to get blood stains on my seat." He hissed at her from the drivers side.
The car started rather quietly and soon she felt it pull out of the street and towards on place she defiantly did not want to go. Then ten minute drive went by rather fast, and then Maddi felt herself being pulled out of the car and dragged along the dirt. It smelled absolutely putrid; feces, urine, rotting meat, and burnt flesh all filled the air around here, and she almost gagged on the smell. Of course, she also knew what came next and she was more frightened of that than anything else.
Her body was stretched out over and old wood table, causing splinters to add more pain along with her already bleeding wound. "Is it ready?" A new voice questioned, and Mr. Man (which she had begun calling her kidnapper) chuckled apparently giving the nod of okay. And that's when the iron was placed upon the skin of her left shoulder where it effectively burned the Anti/Meta symbol deep into her shoulder.

Jack

Jack stared at the boy with a blank expression. Watching as he became agitated when he couldn't seenMaddi in the room, he felt his frown deepen. "What's it to you? Are you mad that she broke up with you?" He said with a smirk, testing how far he could go with this kid. "Sorry lover boy, she already went to bed, without you might I add." He was about to shut the door in the boy's face when he decided to ask the important question "So tell me. Are you a Meta as well? Cause my sister would have been to frightened to look at you otherwise."

[Jane-Doe]

Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse

"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remains as your legacy."

Ezekiel narrowed his gaze, now giving his full attention to Maddi's older brother. Something was off about him, and his gut instinct told him just to run. But Zeke held firm, keeping his fists at his side, his muscles tense, and a bit wary, if anything. Arching an eyebrow of disbelief, Ezekiel momentarily peered into the room behind Jack, before returning his solid, icy gaze. "She went to bed? But she just got here- wouldn't she want to catch up with her brother?" Ezekiel muttered, and he slowly felt the heat of anger radiating over him.

This young lad rolled his broad shoulders, glaring down at Jack for a minute, before he let out a light scoff at his question- but inside it was a breath of relief- the brother didn't recognize Ezekiel's description of a "wanted Meta." Shaking his head, Ezekiel feigned the best genuinely amused look he could muster- which was a good one. "Hah. A Meta? No. Why would she be scared of me? I think I'm a relatively good person.." Ezekiel's voice trailed off at his last comment, and he gave a light chuckle. A good person? The young meta had a bounty on his head for murder.

[seopard]

Maddi

Tears leaked out from under her eye lids as she was scooped up of the table rather roughly, she whimpered as her head was banged against the door frame. "So sweetheart. Welcome to Meta camp 203." Faintly, she could here footsteps and voices in the distance, but they were muffled, so she assumed that she was in a barrack of some sort. "Hey! Number 617! You have a new prisoner." Footsteps announced the approach of another person and she was transferred to the newcomer. Judging by the size of the hands, she could tell it was a guy, and he handled her much more gently, setting her down on a bed, being careful to not hit the burn on anything.
"Hey, can you open your eyes for me?" A voice asked softly, and Maddi slowly opened her eyes, the boy in front of her had to be a few years older, with dirty brown hair, vivid green eyes, and a scar running across his right cheek. "Hey. What's your name dear?" She groaned, "Maddi... My name is Maddi... Who are you?" He smiled softly "My name is Cameron, I'm your barrack captain, basically I'm just the prisoner in charge of this side of camp. Now, how about you turn over a little bit so I can treat your wounds?"

Jack

This boy was really starting to get on Jack's nerves. "Don't play with me Crosse, I know who you are. Mad wouldn't befriend you on her own." Ezekiel was only a few inches taller than he was, and his fists clenched at his sides. Jack had already begun to assume he was Meta, and that he would need back up if he were going to take this brute down. "I don't know what you did to make her run from you, but I'm going to tell you something. I'm wearing a camera, she's no longer here. Mathew already sent someone to take her away." His jaw clenched and he closed his eyes before poking Ezekiel's chest "She's not here anymore, probably at the camp. Now if you don't want to end up there, I suggest you run. Now." He then slammed the door before sliding down to the ground with his head in his hands.

[Jane-Doe]

Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse

"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remains as your legacy."

Ezekiel's throat rumbled with a growl. Was there something so wrong about his appearance that Maddi wouldn't even give him a second glance if he wasn't a Meta? Zeke wasn't one for "judging a book by it's cover" so, taking a step back, he could see where someone would think he's a "bad influence." Almost like that social outcast in school that everyone had a small fear of and kept their distance because of his tattoos and his lanky height. "You know a lot about me, huh? The murders- well, self-defense, really- and all that good stuff? Then you should be smart enough to not touch me."

"So you'd just turn your own sister in? I dont know much about assholes and douche bags, but if I did- I'd classify you as one, sir." Zeke spat, just as the brother poked him in the chest, and the young lad fought the urge to bend down and bite off his damned finger- no, whole hand. At his further threats, Ezekiel only stood there- but in a minute or so, he would eventually have to turn to leave. If Maddi was in the camps, he would have to get her out.. But how?

[seopard]

Maddi

With Cameron helping her up, Maddi leaned against the bunk bed support. Delicate fingers slathered a minty smelling ointment onto her shoulder, she whimpered lightly as his fingers brushed the burn a little too hard, but he quickly pulled away, apologizing as he wrapped the shoulder in ripped shirts "Sorry it's a little dirty, but the officers ration the supplies." She nodded, her face still pressed against the wood. Holding out a hand, Cameron helped her to her feet and he guided her outside. There were people sitting everywhere, under a tree, against buildings. Three tall boys suddenly approached, smirks on their faces "Hey Cam, who's this little thing?" That tallest one asked, and Maddi felt his grip on her arm tighten a little bit "Sorry Kyle, this one's not up for grabs." He steered her away from them before whispering to her "Ignore them, they can be real douche bags."

[Jane-Doe]

Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse

"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remains as your legacy."

Ezekiel growled, as he paced back and forth in frustration. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't just barge in there, throw Maddi over his shoulder, and walk right out. It was minutes- but it felt like hours- before he went back to the house. He was at a dead end with every idea that popped into his head, and it only further aggitated him; that he couldnt do anything. "Jack!" Ezekiel banged on the door, only hoping that if the brute aswered, a gun wouldn't be pointed at his head. "At least tell me where they took her. Please." Ezekiel's sharp features softened into that of regret and remorse. Maybe he should just let himself get taken in.. Shouldn't he? Behind his face of hurt and melancholy, a wicked expression slowly began to rise. A plan started to map itself out.

[seopard]

Maddi

Maddi sunk into the grass underneath the shade of the barracks, her stomach growling slightly "Are you okay Maddi?" Cameron squatted down besides her as she closed her eyes. Nodding slowly, she placed a hand over her abdomen, trying to calm the rumbles. He looked around quickly before pulling a pack of crackers out of his pocket. "Here, eat this. But don't tell anyone that I have them. Meal time isn't for another 5 hours." She smiled gratefully and ate the crackers within a minute. "Thank you Cameron." When she looked to her side, she suddenly saw a flash of dark hair and who she thought was Ezekiel, but when the boy turned, she was confused how she could have thought he looked anything like Ezekiel.

Jack

Looking up when there was another knock on the door, but growled in frustration when he saw Ezekiel. "Sorry. I don't know where they take my victims. My best guess would be camp 203, at the base of the mountains." Then he went back into his kitchen, leaning against the hallway door frame, grief-stricken and tired.

[Jane-Doe]

Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse

"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remains as your legacy."

Ezekiel nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he called his own sister his "victim," but his voice was lined with a trail of guilt. The young lad fought the urge to flick him off- or punch him in the face- or both. But he turned, and started at a brisk walk down the street; trying to contain his anger, frustration, and nerves. His emotions were like a tidal wave threatening to wash over him and pull him out to see at any waking moment. He rounded the corner into an alleyway before wafting through the garbage bins behind a vintage-looking Italian restaurant. Pulling a rusted kitchen knife out, he shrugged, seeing as it would have to do. He wrapped it in cloth, and held it safely inbetween his waist band and boxers. The young Meta continued walking.

You could smell the camp before you saw it, and Ezekiel quickly pulled his hood over his dark hair, his icy blue eyes flickering to the ground, and to the cars that passed him. He would be spotted soon enough. It must've been Ezekiel's lucky day because a young lad- probably a new addition to the Meta-hunting society was smoking a cigarette and leaning against the railing a good distance away from anyone else. Propping the cloth in one hand, and the kitchen knife in the other, Ezekiel crept up behind the young lad.

Grabbing ahold of him, Zeke quickly stuffed the cloth in the boys mouth, and held him firm while he squirmed. Ezekiel grimaced before quickly shoving the knife through the young lad's neck. The lifeless body fell to the floor in a small seizure and gasp- the lad's big brown eyes wide in shock. A sickening feeling crawled over Ezekiel, but he shook the thought away. Dragging the body a good distance away from the main road leading to Camp 203, Ezekiel quickly changed out his clothes for the boy's uniform. It was a bit too small, but it would have to do. Ezekiel felt a bit more at ease seeing as the boy had a tazer to his right, and a place to hold Zeke's rusty kitchen knife on the left. Finally, pulling the cap over his dark hair, and tucking the longer strands into the navy cap, Ezekiel headed out for the camp.

Hopefully this plan wasn't as stupid as it seemed, and he wouldn't be caught until he at least spotted Maddi.