The Forgotten Zodiac

The shadow twisted around, wrenching himself off of the rock spikes and forming a weapon in its hand, stabbing it straight through the rock-child's skull and slashing it down, attempting to split the entire thing in half.

The shadow blade got through the head and into the chest before the rock began sealing behind it, and caught the blade. Bits of its hands broke off and shot into the shadow blade, traveling through the shadow toward the head.

The shadow being snarled with rage, pulling away. Black liquid splattered onto the ground as it wrenched itself away from the rock child. It slashed brutally at the rock's head, attempting to decapitate it entirely. As if that would stop it.

Tyler's avatar ducked out of the way and lunged forward, arm shifting into a blade and stabbing into the shadow's stomach. The bits of rock inside the shadow split into more pieces, shooting through its body and cutting it into pieces.

The shadow let out a howl as it was cut in half from the force of the blow. It dissolved in an instant, then suddenly shot up and twisted around, engulfing the rock child within instants. It started to crush the rock child, mercilessly.

The rock simply shifted to a circle, holding still before eventually erupting outward and blowing the shadow apart. It then reformed into a human shape.

((Switch to Michael and Werr?))

The shadow returned to it's human(ish) shape as well, snarling angrily. The fight continued, much to the dismay of those in the room a few doors down.

"What is that unearthly smashing? If I had a dollar every time you people annoyed me, perhaps I could afford a forged passport and actually pull off going back home without being shot and killed in the airport!" Werr snarled, getting rather close to his breaking point. The same point his leg had passed awhile ago, although this one was for his temper.

"Werr, if I had a dollar every time I thought you were an idiot, I could hire someone good enough to kidnap you and take you back to Russia! Shut up and stop complaining." Michael crossed his arms and glared at Werr, thouroughly tired of being into a room with Werr. "I can't believe they're trying to make me enjoy your presence. You never stop whining."

"You'd whine too if your leg was broken," Werr snapped at him, then sighed. "Look, we're never going to get out of here if we keep snapping and barking at each other. We might as well pretend to be pleasant, however hard it may be."

"I would not." Michael protested. "I whine less than you always. If I did whine as much as you do, I would stab myself through the tongue, just to shut myself up. I hate listening to people whine." He stood up and bounced on the bed slightly, bored with being in the room.

"Yes, well," Werr sighed through his nose, shaking his head. "I suppose I'll have to be the mature one. Just...let's just stop talking. We hate each other, and we'll never like each other, but we can at least act like...I dunno, business partners. Only talk when we need to. That'll only work if we both agree to it, though."

"Fine. I'll pretend you don't exist, if you pretend I don't exist." The Gifted nodded and then sat down on the bed. He really hoped Tyler and Sylas would show up soon. He was incredibly tired of waiting in a room with Werr. He didn't want to spend all that time alone with the few people he liked, and Werr was not one of those.

Werr laid back on the floor, wondering if he was going to be receiving proper medical attention anytime soon. Broken legs were no joke.

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"That's enough for one day, I think." Sylas said, his shadow person evaporating as well as the walls. "That was very enjoyable, though. You are a skilled young gifted. Why do you not use such moves in real battle?"

Tyler frowned slightly and looked up at Sylas. "'Cause I hate fighting. I don't like hurting people if I don't have to. That's Michael's job." He stopped controlling the rock-child and left it there in the middle of the room, ready to leave. He was really confused by Sylas. The Iyouis wasn't supposed to like fighting.

"Well," Sylas shrugged. "You are very good at it regardless. If you were to be without Michael, I believe you would do just fine." Sylas led the way out of the room, but paused. "Speaking of Michael, are we going to let him and Werr out of that room? I do not hear shouting or arguing from in there..."

"Maybe..." Tyler spun around and took Sylas' hand, taking him back to the door of Michael and Werr's room. He leaned his head on the door, listening for arguing. "They do sound quiet... Maybe we should let them out." He knocked on the door, thinning the earth barrier slightly. "Michael! Werr! Are you done fighting?"

"Yes," Werr called, pushing himself to his feet, leaning heavily against the wall as he formed a crutch. "May we please come out? I need medical attention for my leg..."

"Hm...what about you, Michael? Are you done fighting?" Sylas questioned, wanting to hear how the other boy responded. Werr seemed better, but Sylas still worried that Michael would soon wind up dead because of his big mouth. Namely by Sylas' own hands, but that was beside the point.

((Michael: Sylas, I don't have a big mouth. I have a competent one that dislikes idiots. Just don't act like you should be in that catagory and we'll all be fine.))

"Yeah, whatever." Michael stood up, watching Werr warily to see if he needed help. "I don't really see the point of fighting with Werr right now. I'll leave Subject be, but I make no promises about Kyle. He's an idiot."

((R.I.P: Michael - Brutally Murdered for his Big Mouth))

"Hmph." Sylas frowned. "Alright. You can let them out," He shrugged, the shadow box dissapating. "Come, Tyler, let us go find Timothy. I fear he may be in a corner, afraid for his life for any number of reasons..." He turned and walked away, his hair grazing the ceiling slightly. It wasn't easy to forget how tall Sylas actually was.

Tyler let the door open and grabbed Sylas' hand, marching down the hallway toward the room Timothy and Sylas shared. He would, of course, still be there. He was probably too terrified to go anywhere else. When they opened the door, Timothy moved from the corner of the room and dove under the bed.