Beauty's Beast [Ty5550&Sephora]
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				Title: <strong>Beauty's Beast [Ty5550&amp;Sephora]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 07:42:34</strong>
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				Running.&nbsp; Hiding.&nbsp; He had been doing it for weeks now, never stopping, never looking back for there was no going back.&nbsp; There was only forward, his eyes ahead of him as he trudged on.&nbsp; He would not stop, he could not stop, never could he go back to that facility.&nbsp; For he was Subject X, also known as Experiment Number Ten.&nbsp; Standing just a few inches over six foot tall, with long, messy, shaggy brown hair that hung down in his eyes and over his ears, powerful dark brown eyes, and a muscular body, this thirty year old soldier seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary...other than the fact that he wore nothing but tattered and ripped jeans.&nbsp; He was topless and barefooted, his eyes were tired and his skin was covered with dirt and grim, his face was scruffy with his hair and his hands clung to the front of his pants so he made sure they staid up as he ran.&nbsp; <br><br>Running in the snow, ignoring his freezing feet and the cold air nipping as his practically naked body, he could stand it and take it...more than that of anyone else.&nbsp; After all deep within himself he was more than a man.&nbsp; They had promised him that he would feel younger, faster, stronger, that his senses would increase, his stamina would be restored and it would be like his thirty years of life and experience would be in the body of a super soldier eighteen year old.&nbsp; They seemed to have given him all of that, but lied about the details and the side effects, lied to him that they were experimenting in order to turn him into some elite killing machine, some kind of monster, a beast, a super assassin.&nbsp; He had signed up for the program when he was twenty-five and for five years he was chained up and tested in that laboratory.&nbsp; Now he was free, and all he could do was run...it was all he could think up, run and hide, seek shelter and rest when he could, scavenge any food he could find, but by all means keep moving and keeping out of site so they did not find him and take him back.<br><br>Ty groaned and found himself falling to his knees, his fingers digging into the thick snow before his eyes.&nbsp; He was made to last more than any other soldier, but still he could only go so far after so many days.&nbsp; He was running his new body to its limits, he felt exhausted, but he also felt restless.&nbsp; There was a beast lurking in him, one that was hungry to be let out and every night it took control of him like it was some sort of alternate personality.&nbsp; He knew this power was still him, but he could hardly control it and at the same time he loved it and lusted for it.&nbsp; The idea of it scared him as much as it did excite him.<br><br>His ear twitched all of a sudden as he looked up into the lit sky, only to have snow flakes fall upon his face.&nbsp; All bruises, cuts and abrasions he had suffered had healed within hours...it was amazing and it had so much potential and possibilities, though the military only sought out to use it as a weapon, as a tool.&nbsp; Ty had learned years ago that ever since he started to undergo his transformations they looked to him as less and less of a human being with rights, and more like a creature they could break and control.&nbsp; Looking down at the ground, Ty noticed his touch had melted through a thin patch of snow, only to meet with cement.&nbsp; Raising an eyebrow he brushed some snow aside to find that he was kneeling in the middle of a street.&nbsp; Sighing, this was just his sort of luck, but at least he was out in the countrysides and away from the cities...the chances of him running into a car or anyone were minimal.<br><br>Though, now as his ear twitched again, he could make out the sound in the distance.&nbsp; His luck had run out today.&nbsp; Eyes darting to the side, Ty noticed the figure of the car approaching and he quickly tried to climb to his feet, only to find his slow body being difficult and slowly down.&nbsp; Not only than but he had to keep a hold on his pants and his feet were slipping on the bits of ice below the snow.&nbsp; Grunting, Ty put his hands out to suddenly try and block any impact as he closed his eyes realizing he was not going to be able to get out of the way in time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty's Beast [Ty5550&amp;Sephora]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 06:43:03</strong>
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				Grace Parker’s day had been going as it normally did.&nbsp; She’d been working on remodeling the house, as she’d been hired to.&nbsp; But had needed to purchase a few spare pieces of equipment.&nbsp; So she’d gone to town. It was only fifteen miles away or so, it wasn't so bad.&nbsp; The entire area was nothing but woods.&nbsp; A very mountainy region, which normally was probably beautiful, but now, with it being in the middle of winter, it was nothing but a trouble.<br><br>The people in the town were nice, the locals all seeming more than happy than to chat with her, and give her directions when she needed them.&nbsp; It almost made her feel a certain sense of loss, knowing that she wouldn’t have much time to get to know them before she’d have to leave.<br><br>It was all due to her job of course.&nbsp; Grace’s entire career was focused on making new homes fit to be lived in.&nbsp; Not to say she remodeled them or anything, she didn’t.&nbsp; Her job was interior design.&nbsp; Rich people hired her to fill up their summer homes with furniture, carpets, and whatever else they desired.<br><br>Not the most exciting job in the world, but it paid the bills, and it allowed her to stay in really nice places for a month or two at a time.<br>It left her out on the open road a lot though, surprisingly.&nbsp; Which was where she was tonight.<br><br>Driving back from town, Grace’s cool blue eyes gaze out at the open road; driving cautiously as it was icy out; the snow falling a mile a minute.<br>She only glanced down once, really!&nbsp; It was just to change the radio station.&nbsp; And then she’d glanced up; and she’d seen him.<br><br>And then she ran him over.<br><br>"Oh don't be dead.&nbsp; Please don't be dead." She murmurs, over and over and over again.&nbsp; Slamming on the breaks, Grace's slender body all but jumps out of her car.<br><br>Running over to the man she'd hit with her light green buggy, the dark haired woman peers down at him.&nbsp; "Please don't be dead." She repeats like a prayer, bending down and kneeling on the street in order to get a better look at him; see if he was dead, or just in need of a hospital.<br>
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