"Lucas....wake up. Come on buddy, you need to wake up. Lucas...Lucas!" The sudden snap of the doctors fingers might as well have been a shotgun blast by the ears. This meant the drugs were wearing off, but just barely. It was always the hearing that came back first, then as he tried opening his eyes, Lucas found that the doctors' pen light could contend with the sun. The second Lucas tried to rub his eyes he knew exactly where he was; strapped to a stainless steel gurney propped up vertically for examination. This only happens after Lucas has another one of his "outbursts".<br/><br/>"You need to learn to control your emotions Lucas or you're never going to get out of here" the doctor began with genuine sigh of concern but to Lucas it was all a ploy. His vision started to come into focus and his eyes took the doctors' features: mid forties, neatly combed gray and black hair, a small set of reading glasses in front of a soft pair of green eyes. Typical doctor attire of dress slacks and shirt under a white lab coat and horrendously patterned tie. Lucas merely scoffed in disgust at another of the doctors feeble attempts to befriend him.<br/><br/>"Been here for eleven years Sully. 'Never' is an understatement." Lucas started as he turned his head towards the door. "These science pukes have done nothing but examine and experiment on me and then try to woo me by bringing in second rate scholars to educate me and treat me like I'm some fucking special needs todler? Tell me eleven years of that wouldn't get you to wake up on the wrong side of the padded room once in a while!" Dr. Sully knew Lucas had a very good point. From everything in his file Lucas hadn't had a friend his whole life and here in this top secret facifilty, things were no different accept Sully actually wanted to be Lucas's friend. They both knew full well Lucas had no chance of getting out alive or under some type of extremely strict leash. True freedom was never an option for someone of Lucas's abilities. But for Sully, he just wanted to make it a little easier on Lucas.<br/><br/>"They're trying to help you, Lucas. I'm trying to..."<br/><br/>"No" Lucas interrupted. "They're trying to figure out how to use me or use whatever it is that i can do. Don't belittle me with child coddling. At least the labcoats have the balls and decency to come at me head on with their drugged up needles. You keep trying to slither into my head, sneaking around to find something you can relate to, just to make me feel like you're my friend? Fuck you!" The gurney rattled and the doctor along with his chair, slid back a few feet from the sudden surge from Lucas. The telekinetic wave was just barely visible from Lucas's emotional aura. But the audible "THOOM!" it made could be heard down the hall.<br/><br/>Instantly the door burst open and three orderlies of significant size marched towards Lucas. Dr. Sully shot out of the chair with hands raised in protest towards the orderlies.<br/><br/>"No no! It's fine. I have this under control. You'll only make this worse!" Sully shouted but the large men just shouldered past roughly and began prepping a syringe of a highly potent sedative. But as they approached Lucas he shut his eyes and let the emotion swell over him. The room shook as if they were experiencing an earthquake. Shelves rattled and desk drawers partially slid open. The orderlies had to gather their footing before attempting to approach Lucas again, and again the room shook.<br/><br/>"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Lucas shouted, shaking the room even more. But the orderlies kept their staggering pace. Dr. Sully's voice could just barely be heard over the noisy chaos of the shattering room. Something about "...killing us all! Stop!..." it didn't matter anymore. Lucas was going to take them all to hell whether he knew how to do this or not. In these last moments, Lucas put every ounce of his hate for these people, and this world into one powerful thought, and let it out. The crash was deafening and the screams were short. In an instant the entire room, a large corner office on the top fifth floor of the building, imploded. When the dust finally cleared only four bodies remained, all in white lab attire.<br/><br/>***Meanwhile with the Council of Light***<br/><br/>"Did the rest of you feel that?" An elegant female voice radiated throughout the well lit circular chamber. Two hundred feet in the air, the ceiling opened up to the beautiful sky above where a flock of morning gulls flew overhead. Their soothing calls echoed down to the chambers like a musical well. The source of the elegant voice stood from her chair and looked up towards the sky. Her sparkling silver gown formed perfectly over her slender form and flowed gracefully past her hips. Her thin rosy red lips pressed into a smile. She was Lady Aerel, one of the most respected and loved members of the Council. "The Adepts are arriving, how wonderful!" She exclaimed as she glanced around her colleagues. Her wavy red hair fell perfectly behind her head as she turned to the rest of the Council of Light.<br/><br/>"Lezarr has completed the Summoning then...He will unleash his darkness upon Tryne and march his dark army to the front steps of Esthira..." a whimpering voiced spoke hurriedly.<br/><br/>"Hezzle, you always see the negative side of things. What we need to focus on is finding those Adepts." The wise old voice of Senior Consular Veraad spoke with a resonating deep but gentle voice. "We need to send Mordris and her Knights to find and collect the Adepts before Lezarr figures out he crossed them over as well." The rest of the Council nodded in agreement then retired to their individual chambers to prepare for coming events.