dakota cruz (rascal) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-07-10 01:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, ! plot: this is the end, kody cruz, omar calderón |
WHO: Omar Calderón, Kody Cruz and a lot of hallways
WHAT: Kody and Omar search for Sol.
WHEN: Day 2 - the bombing
WHERE: Solitary Confinement Building
WARNINGS: Character Death
STATUS: Complete
If it weren’t so real, it might’ve been fun. Like an action movie. Kody had this gun he’d scavenged from a dead guard — it was only a little 9 millimeter, but it made him feel more powerful. He’d wanted two, one for each hand, like Keanu Reeves the Matrix, but he couldn’t even fire one pistol straight. He’d tried. A few times, at the guards. Missed. But it hadn’t mattered. The gas had taken care of them. They’d all gone down and Kody and Omar had seen it, through the haze of the mist, seen them doubled over, crawling on the ground with their eyes rolling back in their heads; heard them coughing and retching and hacking and croaking like a vat of frogs sprayed with DDT. Their bodies were drenched, afterwards; slopped on the ground like swamp creatures, slick and barely alive. “Is this real?” he’d asked, anguished, when the fog had cleared. “Is this happening?” Omar said yeah, yeah it was, but Kody needed to shut up about it for now. Right now they only had one purpose. They had to find Sol. Omar had been there four times already, twice as a prisoner and twice as a visitor but never had he free rein to wander and certainly never did he go anywhere near the permanent solitary. Even his first time, visiting Lo — Lo, he wondered if she all right, probably sitting behind a building somewhere unaffected — he had marvelled at the number of cells, the vast hallways they had to go down to find her room. He felt like he'd made that trip fifty times already now with Kody and they still hadn't found the permanent solitary section. They still hadn't found Sol. All they'd found were the dead bodies of their captors that Vols Rising had created — just like those he and Carter nearly helped create the day before (implicitly, of course) in the medical center. But other students had stopped them there. Not here. Omar's stomach churned at the sight of them, but he also found it hard to be too upset about these corpses. They weren't doctors or nurses, they were the ones who kept Sol here. They were the ones who had stuck a needle into Omar's arm and turned his body inside out. It felt like time was running out. They'd split up from Carter and Javier and Daisy because time was running out and they needed to find Sol. That was it, really. It all felt unreal because time was running out and someone gave Kody a gun. Maybe this was another nightmare. Maybe George Cooper was still alive. He pointed down a hallway that looked slightly darker than the rest. "This way." There was a squeal of Kody’s sneakers as he rushed to obey, gun held aloft. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead like a warning, but Kody took it as a good sign. Maybe this was where they kept the really dangerous Vols. Really dangerous Vols like Sol. He skittered up to the first door — a great metal thing with giant screws along the edges, like there was something inside that would like very much to come out. He flashed the stolen RFID badge against the transmitter, and the row of tiny red LEDs turned green. ENTER PASSCODE, the display read. “Fuck!” Kody said, his high, thin voice cracking in exasperation. “It wants a passcode.” But he wouldn’t waste his time with the impossible. He raced to the next door, brandished the badge again. ENTER PASSCODE “Goddamn, son! Alright, alright, Omar — you try ‘g-u-e-s-t’ or some shit like that, and Imma keep tryin’.” The next door— ENTER PASSCODE And the next— ENTER PASSCODE “Maybe — maybe if we made enough noise, Sol could hear us, and he could... he could...” Kody didn’t finish his thought. Instead, he raised his gun again, shooting it point-blank into the transmitter. There was a fizzle of electricity — and then nothing. Shaking his head, Omar came up behind Kody and kicked at the door. Nothing. The keypad was done for, that much was clear, but the door still held. Omar was strong, but he was certainly no Vic, and he doubted if even Victor could kick down that door. Fucking IVI. They weren't criminals or lab rats or aliens. They were people. People that just happened to have— Wait. Powers. He was no Edwin whatever his last name was but that didn't mean that Omar's powers couldn't help. It was possible they couldn't, but he didn't know that yet. But he'd sure as fuck give it a try. "Stay back," the Puerto Rican man growled to the younger one, putting his hands up to the door, centimetres away from the metal. Containing his power to certain spaces was one of the things he had still been working on in training (fuck that) but even if he wanted to Omar could not deny that he was better than he once had been. Reaching out with his mind like he so often did without even realizing it, Omar could feel his powers moving. This time, though, unlike most, he wasn't making anything lighter. The gravity wasn't seeping away — this time it was seeping in. He heard a creak after the first thirty seconds, the immense pressure causing the metal to collapse in on itself, and as the seconds ticked on, he could feel it working more and more. And more. A sweat broke out on his brow but he held it longer and longer and longer until finally he let go and, with a kick, the door opened, clattering to the floor. Empty. Kody’s heart sank a fraction, but he willed himself to hope again — and hope, he did. What did he — what did Sol — have to fear, with Omar on his side? The man could do the impossible. He could crush fortresses with his mind. He grinned at Omar, hazel eyes aglow with excitement. “You are so fuckin’ cool,” he breathed. He took off down the shadowy corridor, a new vigor in his step. “C’mon!” he called, the pitch echoing like birdsong. “Try dis one next. I gotta good feelin’ about dis.” He stared up at the indomitable door with a determined point of his chin, as if issuing it a challenge. You ain’t got nothin’ on my boy Omar, here, it seemed to say. He gonna fuck you up good. But Omar hadn’t followed. He was still standing over the threshold of the previous cell, wiping at sweat, shoulders hunched. “Omar?” Kody called out again. “C’mon, sisterfrand, we can’t give up now.” Seconds passed. Kody heaved a sigh, flopping back against the doorframe. After a moment, he started up again. “I know you can do it, bro. I know dat Sol is your best fuckin’ friend in the world, and I know you’d never let some shady-ass military punks go all Cool Hand Luke on his ass. (I know you never saw dat movie, bro, but it’s pretty alright, you should sometime.) So you gonna pull yourself together or what?” Kody stepped back into the center of the hall, flickering lights illuminating his perfect teenage scowl. He caught Omar’s eye and grinned, one last time. "Yeah, I—" Whatever it was Omar was going to say stopped mattering after the blast. It was darkness when he came to, and for half a second upon waking he wondered if perhaps he was inside one of Marine's dreams again, the gap in his memory from the moment he met Kody's eye not too unlike the passage of time in one of the lucid dreams his Belgian friend had taken him on. But it all felt like so long ago and... no, it was so long ago. What had Omar been doing now? Why was he here? Where was— Kody. Craning his neck, Omar struggled to look around for the younger boy. They'd been together, they'd both been right there but now Omar couldn't find him. "Kody!" he tried to shout but his voice sounded funny and he realized that there was something in it, something metallic and warm. Blood. "Kody," he murmured again, stretching his legs but he could feel something on top of them, heavy despite his powers which had somehow come on around him he realized, bits of rubble floating around his eyes like he was underwater. Kody. He twisted around and dragged himself forward, ignoring the burning sensation across his scalp and his shoulders. One inch. Two inches. Three. Where the fuck was Kody? A noise came from behind him, like the voice of a cartoon he once watched but that was stupid, Fluttershy wasn't there. Fluttershy wasn't real but he turned and what he thought was a boulder, a wet log with a pale plaid hue, confusing but nothing that registered because it wasn't human-shaped, was actually Kody. There weren't shadows on those rocks, they were bloodstains. As Omar retched on the once-tile floor next to him, he realized what Fluttershy had been saying to him. "Moma." |