Log: Kian, Trevor and Braylen
Who: Kian Travers, Trevor O’Shea and Braylen King.
When: September 27. Evening. (Backdated).
Where: School; Trevor’s Room (mostly).
What: Trevor stumbles onto something that he shouldn’t. Kian finds out and drags Braylen in to ‘fix’ the problem. Poor Trevor.



It was late and Trevor was sitting in front of his computer looking at the large flat screen LCD thoughtfully. Just a few hours before he had been at the movies with Mercy and now he was playing around more, trying to work on the ability he had been clawing at trying to get down. Astral projecting oneself through wires was not an easy feat and it was particularly daunting to Trevor who could never seem to get a grip on it fully. But only a few weeks before he had made something of progress. He had seen inside Eileen. Actually seen inside of her and it was one of the most exhilarating experiences of his life.

So it had been a prank when he decided to mess around teacher's computers to see what they were doing. Maybe check if Mr. Crawford had some dirty video with the librarian or if Mr. Wright had a specific schedule for those horrendous pop quizzes he liked to spring on them. But it was what he found in a private entry by Kian that he found disturbing. Freaky even. The same Kian that Trev went to school with and found to be one of the nicest guys. Mature, but nice, and cool too.

Mr. Six. Useful subjects. Guinea pigs. Terminated. Words that stuck out so vivid to Trev that he had to pull back immediately and now had a glassed expression over his eyes. He wasn't upset so much as he was in shock. Confused really. It sounded like an entry out of a bad suspense film. Trevor gulped audibly and opened up an email to send to the headmasters. He deleted their names and replaced it with Mr. Shaw's email, starting to type at how he wanted to talk to him face to face.

What Trevor didn’t realize was that the encryption system that Kian had used (designed by Adam) had a failsafe in it. If anyone managed to hack through the code, a message was dinged back to him, letting him know. And so while Kian sat and read through some pages in a psychology text book, his computer made a noise and a dialogue box popped up on the screen.

He turned to his computer and read what was there, a brief, ugly scowl twisting his features. Even though he was alone in his quarters, he chased the expression away into one of neutrality. Following the instructions he had been given for such an eventuality, he typed in a few things, clicked a few buttons, and eventually found out exactly who on the network had managed to read what he had written.

Techno_trevo. Trevor O’Shea. Well well. That was a problem that had to be fixed.

Kian rose from his chair, smoothing down his shirt front and swiftly exited his room, locking it behind him. He looked utterly calm and composed as he strolled down the hallway, down the stairs, down another hallway, until he reached Braylen King’s room, and knocked twice on the door.

Moments later Braylen answered. Quite a contrast the two were - Kian neatly dressed, and Braylen looking like an escapee from a punk rock concert. “Yeah?” he drawled out in his accented voice, dark brows arched.

Kian gestured to the room (Braylen’s roommate was currently not in) and went inside. There he quickly, quietly told Braylen what had happened. And what needed to be done - namely that Trevor O’Shea needed to lose some memories, and quickly.

A few minutes later they left the room and went down the hall. Kian stood paces down the hall and lounged against the wall so he wouldn’t immediately be visible from the door, and Braylen knocked.

Trevor glanced at the screen with his message typed to Mr. Shaw. He tried to word it right without making it sound to suspicious, but Trevor had settled onto the idea that he was going to to have to admit that he was messing around with teacher's computers. He saved the file as a draft with a glance of his eyes as he heard a knock on the door. Maybe it was Mercy, a quick good night kiss, again, and then she'd be off.

The chair rolled against the mat on the floor and he popped out of it, walking over to the door. A turn of the knob and the door was open. It was one of those new kids. Trevor raised an eyebrow, "Is there any reason you're here at this time of night?" Did the kid want a cookie or something?

“Yer Trevor, right?” Braylen asked guilelessly. He knew for a fact that he was, but he pretended like he wasn’t sure. Braylen was just a Junior so his and Trevor’s paths just hadn’t crossed that much. He shifted from foot to foot like he was a bit weirded out with having to come and talk to a stranger.

“I need to ask you a question,” he said, hands in his pockets, looking the picture of unthreatening. “It’s sort of important.” He glanced down the hall as if he didn’t want anyone to see, as if it was going to be something embarrassing. “Can I come in for a sec’?”

Trevor looked at the guy and his eyebrow remained arched. Ask him a question? About what? How to dress like a human being? His eyes shifted past Braylen and looked in either direction, as if there was going to be some guy with a camera pop out and surprise him. "Yeah...I guess." Trevor stepped back away from the door, leaving it open for the guy to walk through and then made his way back to his computer. He didn't want the guy reading the email he had saved.

"Do you need help with your cellphone or something?" he questioned and closed the window on the monitor, "PSP go to shit? If you're looking for me to hack into the program to change grades, no can do. Mr. Shaw has got that under lock and key." Trev had tried in the past. Multiple times.

Braylen had taken that moment to also assess that Trevor’s roommate was not in the room. That made things easier - only one person to deal with. “Nah, I’m not so worried ‘bout my marks right yet,” he said with a laugh that he didn’t have to force. Braylen was no academic - he was smart enough but he didn’t put a lot of effort into things - but he was keeping his grades above the line.

He sauntered into the room, looking around at the decor. It wasn’t hard to guess which side belonged to which roommate. One side looked like it belonged to a techno geek and the other side look like something had exploded.

He didn’t answer the question, because Kian slipped into the room quickly after him, shutting and bolting the door. “I wouldn’t suggest making a lot of noise,” Kian said, his voice dead, his eyes dead, none of the niceness that he usually put on. He looked cold. Scary. “You’ve been hacking in places you shouldn’t go.”

Trev closed his eyes where he stood and breathed out, "God fucking dammit." He turned around to look at the two, eyes narrowing at Braylen who was obviously in league with Kian. The same Kian who spoke of terminating people and using the select few as guinea pigs. He looked at Kian, holding no recognition in his face, only setting his jaw tight, "Seems kind of stupid of you to be posting stuff like that in a school with technopaths though. Something was bound to happen." He was trying to gauge a way for him to leave, it wasn't like he could throw the mamper at Eli and electrocute everyone in the room. Eli wasn't there.

"You going to terminate me, Mr. Travers? Bring the kid along to show him the ropes?" he purposely regarded Kian as if he were a stranger. Because he was to him at that point. Kian's presence in his room, the very look on his face was proof that he was really just a stranger to Trev now. His hand grasped the top of his computer chair tight, contemplating throwing it at Kian.

Kian lifted a shoulder in a slight shrug. “The encryption coding is good. It’s just luck that you stumbled upon it. And I know, so it doesn’t matter.” He regarded Trevor with those same eyes void of all emotion, while Braylen lounged by the wall, looking vaguely bemused. Only because he knew (or thought he knew) that Kian wasn’t going to kill Trevor - or else he wouldn’t be needed.

“The thought had crossed my mind. Unfortunately, at his juncture, a dead body would only cause too many questions. I have other ways of dealing with you.” He took a step forward, movements predatory. “And if you cooperate it will be much less painful, believe me.”

Trev scooted the chair in front of him. He'd jump from the window, but it wasn't like he'd land on his feet. This was Zener School of the Mind, not Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. He was trapped in his room, his only real exit blocked and Kian advancing on him. "So that's why you're here? Grab a bunch of kids you find okay to play Dr. Mengele with and then kill the rest of us? Way to be a suspense movie cliche, Kian." Trying to joke was probably the best way Trev felt to buy more time to assess any other routes of escape.

His camera. His video recorder sat, unfortunately, behind Braylen's head so if Trevor activated it, he would hear it. Damn it all. He scooted the chair to keep Kian away as best he could though it was a feeble attempt, "It's not like I'm a computer and you can just delete files, Kian." Keep talking, maybe possibly talk him to a point where he'd realize this was a stupid idea and just leave. Taking what's his face over there with him.

“Not precisely,” Kian said with an unfriendly smirk casting over his face. “But it’s not as though I’m going to tell you. I’m not stupid.” Only ridiculous movie villains spilled all of their diabolical plans. Kian wasn’t going to put that information into Trevor’s head, even if he was going to take it out again.

“Actually, that’s exactly what I can do.” He laughed, a sharp sound and he took a step closer, and then one around the chair. “Hold still and it will all be over.” It was a blessing to him that most people didn’t consider what his power actually meant. Some people knew that he worked on energy manipulation, but few really realized that he could drain energy - life energy at that. Lucky for him.

He reached out, fingers sliding along Trevor’s neck, and all he needed was a tiny touch so start tugging at his energy. He wanted to take enough to make Trevor weak so that he wouldn’t struggle when Braylen went in to do a little mental surgery.

Questions about Mr. Six died literally in his throat when he felt Kian's fingers touch him and he inhaled quick and sharp. It was the strangest sensation in the world but it left Trevor speechless. Braylen was probably standing there amused, if Trevor was right in guessing he was anything like Kian. Dead-eyed Kian who Trevor felt actually pull energy out of him. Just a touch and he felt it go. Energy manipulation...right.

He shoved the chair at Kian, hoping it would be enough of a distraction for him that he could make a move. Moving past the chair, and if Braylen were to step in his way he might get run over. Trevor was taller and bigger all around. Not a football player, but Trevor had a good six inches over him.

Kian side stepped the chair, which broke the contact, but he seemed unperturbed. “Braylen,” he said, and the British boy stepped in the way. Maybe he would get run over, but at least he’d cause a road block, and he was blocking the door well and good.

“You’re making this much more difficult than you have to,” Kian said in that flat voice, stepping after him. “You don’t want me to lose my temper. Accidents happen.”

Braylen stepped back to stand in front of the door, arms spread. “Sorry mate,” he said with a shrug. “You not goin’ anywhere tonight.” Since Trevor was making things difficult, Braylen reached out then, fingers brushing his face as he violently invaded his mind - nothing gentle or careful about it.

Trevor wished he had more time to turn and tell Kian to shove it, but there wasn't really time to do that. The other guy stepped in his way and spread his arms in front of the door. With the guy there and the door locked, it was more work and less time for Trevor to get out. And more of a shot of Kian catching up and doing what he had done a moment before again.

"Sorry?" Trevor looked at Braylen, "You're not nearly as sorry as you're going to-" his words cut off when Braylen forced his way brutally into his mind. Trevor was neither prepared for such a power nor familiar with it. This wasn't your run of the mill telepath sort of thing. This...this was completely different. Trevor's body froze initially, but as he tried to get a grip as to what was going on, he began working on putting up his shields. Though it'd be rather hard given the situation he was in.

Trevor reached his hands up to grab at Braylen, possibly to break his concentration enough that he'd slip out.

Braylen grunted and swatted at his hands. “Hold him, will ye?” he said to Kian before closing his eyes, because it was just easier to concentrate that way.

Kian stepped up behind Trevor and grabbed at his hands, trying to subdue them, or at least to occupy them enough that he couldn’t grab at Braylen. Braylen who was already at work, diving into his mind and rooting around through his recent memories, finding what he was looking for. He started snipping at memory threads, taking a larger patch than was needed so that he was sure to get all the memories of what Trevor had seen. Which of course meant up picking other things as well. Trevor at supper, Trevor with his girlfriend - oh gag - Trevor playing around on his computer. Another snoozer for the memory records. Well, it was better than certain memories that he had stored in his mind.

He resisted at first to the hold, but it didn't last long considering his situation. Pieces of time stolen, time that was spent doing things that would affect him later. Memories stolen and cut, a large chunk now absent with nothing except something for Trevor to fill in himself. A nap perhaps or just too much playing around on the internet that his brain shut down to rest. Whatever it was, Trev could probably dismiss it as nothing.

Trevor's body weakened under Kian's hold and his head slumped forward with his shoulders a little. His eyes closed and his breathing labored from the struggle. But now it was just waiting for Braylen to finish his work, and even then, Trevor would probably be slumped onto his floor in a pile for Eli to find.

Braylen was careful to take away this encounter as well, careful to leave nothing incriminating behind. He sewed up the loose edges of memory so that it wouldn’t seem like anything was missing, so there wouldn’t be a noticeable gap.

“Okay,” he said as he stepped back and dropped his hands. “It’s done.”

Kian nodded, taking most of Trevor’s weight himself. He shifted him with a displeased look and then shoved him towards the bed, so at least it would look like he fell asleep on his bed. Then he let him go. “Check the hall,” he said in clipped tones, and Braylen did just that, glancing out the door to make sure the coast was clear before he waved Kian out. And then minutes later he left as well, closing the door behind him.