Alpha and A81C7 ~COMPLETE~

Goodbye Prison

*A81C7's POV*

I really hate cells.

I think any sane person would after living in one for most of their life, and getting free only to be kidnapped again. Then again, I have had very little experience with normal, sane people. No doctor or experiment form New Age can count, and I do not think the werewolves who kidnap you due to some mate thing do either. It is just weird and wrong.

I cannot hear anyone nearby, which should mean that it is safe for me to leave. I could leave anyhow, but I would rather no person saw.

This is one of the only times that the things done to me at New Age help. They did not help much at the lab, since I did not want them to know of any experiment that was successful, unless it was out of my control. Some things, like accelerated healing, are very visible. They are also impossible to hide. I would hate for anyone else to go through an experiment just because it may have had some sort of effect on me. Most effects were random, and an experiment was more likely to kill someone than to replicate an ability.

It did not matter anyways, I would not have left without them, my friends. The other experiments. They were all I had, and I was not enough. It will not happen again, I will keep Mor safe. Archer too. They will be okay, because I am stronger now, I know about the world, about people, about how life should be.

I would die before I let my friends get hurt, and I would not get put back in a cell over my cold, dead, rotting corpse. I have gotten free and I will stay that way.

I teleport a short distance, as I cannot go very far, and find myself at the edge of the woods. Mor and I lost the clothes we bought! Stupid wolf men. Moronic mate stuff. Idiotic kidnapping.

I begin walking into the woods, as I am very very tired. I do not know if I am capable of using any of my abilities at this point, I have been exhausting myself throughout this entire day, this entire kidnapping, but it is okay. All of us are out.

The only thing that never seems to take any energy is gaining information. It just happened. It seems to happen more when I am in danger, it must be more closely connected to the area of the brain that controls the primal need to survive above all else.

That is how I know the Mor and Archer are a few miles ahead, but walking slowly. Mor is looking for any sign of me, desperately. The thoughts must have made her more attached to me than to Archer, which I did not mean to happen, but removing thoughts and persuasion which I had to place on her takes time as well as delicacy. It will have to wait. They are safe, but I need to concentrate on myself.

Wolves can follow scent trails, so I think I need to teleport, to prevent a trail from ever forming. I can teleport, but I do not know how much.

I concentrate, imagining myself further away from to pack house, towards Mor and Archer. I teleport once, but it is not very far at all, so I teleport again. I am now off of the pack territory, but still very far from Mor. They are moving away making it difficult to catch up, while no one is chasing us. They lost us long ago and have not even thought to check anywhere off of pack territory, believing that we could not have made it very far.

I have to walk from here, to catch up to them on foot. I cannot do anything else. They are moving too fast though, I will never catch up.

I may be close enough to plant a very small thought in Mors mind, to get her to stop along with Archer. Due to the fact that I know her well and have been in her mind she is much easier to find, and I plant the thought that she must stop. I am coming, just that they have to stop.

I believe it has worked, but there is no way to tell if it did or not.I will just have to wait. I am too tired to use any ability, and I must hope I will reach them soon.

I hope the thought went to Mor, that I will make it. I may soon pass out, or worse.

I am well aware overuse of abilities can be extremely fatal.