Bruises

  The group ran back down the stairs, Steve and Dustin trying to explain to Robin and Erica how bad this situation was, still holding their tongues to not reveal anything too deep.

"I don't understand. You've seen this before?" Robin asked

"Not exactly." Steve answered

"Then what, exactly?" Robin questioned

"All you need to know is it's bad." Dustin said

"Really bad." Dylan added pushing his hair back with his hand that was still trembling

"Like end-of-the-human-race-as-we-know-it kind of bad." Dustin quivered

"And you know that how?" Robin yelled as she faced them, confused

Dylan looked at her opening his mouth to try and explain to her in the best way without dragging her into more trouble. But Erica spoke up

"Uhh Steve? Where's you Russian friend?" Erica asked pointing to the ground

Steve looked at the tiles, a spot of blood where the soldiers head used to lay.

Alarms blared as the lights turned red around them.

"Shit." Dylan cursed as he ran to the door opening it seeing the Russian soldier had walked out for help signaling the alarms. A couple of men had looked up seeing the boy before running towards him with guns. He quickly shut the door as he faced the group

"Go! GO!" Dylan yelled pointing up the stairs

The group ran up opening the door to the room they had saw before with the machine. All the scientists turned to look at them as they quickly darted away running down the flight of stairs unto another platform, soldiers on their tails.

They had stopped as everything was oddly cold but hot at the same time, wind blowing on their faces as they faced the beam of light from the machine

"HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!" Dustin freaked out

Steve had called out for them finding another flight of stairs. Dylan looked ahead still seeing the soldiers. He pushed Erica infront of him  letting the girl run ahead as he followed.

Dylan ran as three soldiers stepped infront of them, Dylan wasn't thinking in the moment using both flight and fight. He extended his hand throwing the soldiers into the air as they hit the concrete wall

"What the hell!" Robin yelled at the sight before she continued to run.

They had made in a semi storage room where Dustin and Erica ran to the air ducts to escape, Dylan stayed holding the door as more than 10 soldiers were trying to open it. Robin and Steve stayed behind helping the boy.

"Here! Come one let's go!" Erica yelled as she opened the vent.

"Come one!" Dustin yelled at the three

"Just go! Get out of here!" Dylan yelled back at Dustin and Erica. He then looked at both Steve and Robin  "you guys too! I can hold the door!"

"Hell no!" Steve replied "Get some help! We got it!" Steve yelled at Dustin

"No! No way!" Dustin yelled back as he stepped in the vent

"Get out of here!" Robin said

"I won't forget you!" Dustin yelled back as he escaped

"GO!" The three simultaneously yelled

Dylan had made the mistake of getting distracted by Dustin he let his hand slip causing Robin and Steve to fly back as the Russians overpowered them. Dylan was pushed back as well but he easily got back on his feet.

He faced the soldiers as they pointed all their guns at him. His face contorted with frustration and fear for his friends, he pursed his lips and narrowed his gaze.

A soldiers went to grab him before he pushed the soldier away. The man went flying as the other men turned to face the boy shocked. One man spoke up

He started to point at his face saying something in Russian as the other men began to agree and say the same thing. Dylan was confused about what these men were talking about as he balled his fist up ready to fight.

"DYLAN WATCH OU-!" Steve's voice yelled too late as Dylan felt a sharp electric pain in his neck and chest

Dylan felt his heart racing at that feeling again. He felt it through his whole body, his scars began to burn. His feet felt cold and they ached as his head was pounding. He fell on his knees as another shock was hit through his back.

He grunted in pain as he could hear the sound of buzzing in his left ear the screams of Robin and Steve in his right.

A soldier stepped in front of Dylan as he picked him up by the hair and lifted his hand gun before bashing it across his head.

Guns were being pointed at the two, Steve lifted his hands up as tears flew down his face, he couldn't do anything at the sight of his brother being hit unconscious. "Dylan! Dylan! Answer me! Please!" Steve begged

there was no reply back.

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   The sound of boots walking around metal, pipes grunting and water dripping formed around Dylan.

His head was down as he slightly opened his eyes, his vision was a bit blurry at first, his neck burned and his body was cold.

The boy lifted his head up which was a mistake as his head started to pound. Dylan blinked a few times trying to get familiar with his surroundings

He was tied up to a chair and he was in a fairly empty room. He then noticed a man in front of him who was wearing a general outfit, he was obviously higher in rank than the average soldier.

He had a round face, with a crooked nose. Most likely damaged from a past injury. He had gray hair and heavy eye bags that sagged but a clean shaven face with a gray undertone.

He didn't seem to notice Dylan was awake until he almost sensed the boy was looking at him

"Ahh, you're awake. Good." The man said with a smile as he grabbed another chair placing it infront of the boy sitting down. He had a Russian accent but he was speaking perfect English

Dylan was about to say something before the man cut him off.

"Before we start talking. I just want you to know that there is a bolt around your neck. Try and do any of your powers and.......ZAP!" The man taunted the boy as he laughed. Dylan sighed, it finally clicked to him that his powers were revealed not only to the Russians but to Robin and Erica.

"Not to mention the other two in the dumb outfits." The man smiled as Dylan's eyes widened.

"Where are they? What did you do to them?!" Dylan asked

"Relax, we only asked them questions nothing else." The man replied. He positioned himself to lean in to Dylan. "But that can change." He mumbled

Dylan felt weird. He couldn't explain it but he felt drowsy and uncomfortable. His hands were weak and he could barely lift them.

"What did you do.....to me?" Dylan asked as he glared at the man

"Oh nothing bad......just a relaxer...for yours and my safety" the general paused, his gaze changing from amusement to admiration "after all....I'm sitting infront of the devil."

Dylan looked at the general confused "What?" The man's eyes darkened as it was almost like he was lost in thought. He looked down at the ground before locking eyes with Dylan again.

"A greedy man........who wished for more power but.......was handed back his sins. A boy, the first blood on his hands which belonged to his own birth mother. A Vile......Evil.....child." The man explained as he had stood up and walked over to Dylan. The boy didn't blink as he looked at the general. He was perplexed, this was his life, how did he know about all that.

Dylan's breath was in his throat, his life and guilt being told back to his face like a superstition, a story told to children so they eat their vegetables and listen to their parents.

"With a scar." The man traced Dylan's scar on his face with his calloused finger.

Dylan tried to move his head back away from the man but no avail. He felt useless he couldn't do anything.

"From what I've seen, the stories were true. You are strong as 10 men! And as quick and smart as a raven!" The man said proudly "I've seen you save your friends.....that's how you lost this." The man reached in his back pocket pulling out the piece of fabric that Dylan had to rip off. He dangled it in front of Dylan's face laughing before he put it back in his pocket.

"Wow....I'm flattered." Dylan said as he gritted his teeth. "But to be honest, I could give a shit less about your fictional stories." He spat

The man smiled ignoring Dylan's words, his smile was one that gave Dylan goosebumps it didn't look nice or make him feel better.

"You could help us greatly." The man said creepily as he walked in circles around Dylan

Dylan started to pay attention to the walls seeing the exit which was a door in front of him. He had an electrical bolt around his neck which could go off...when he did his powers. So he didn't exactly know what to do.

The next thing he needed to focus on was Steve and Robin.

"Where are my friends? Are they okay?" Dylan repeated as he didn't let the man finish what he was saying.

"Your friends? Oh right. They will be fine." The man said quickly as to pass the subject on

Dylan felt cold sweat drip down his neck. As he couldn't think about anything else but Robin and Steve's safety.

"You have so much power and the ability to help us." The man had stopped behind Dylan so the boy could not see him. "We can......rule the world. You will forever be above everyone else. No one will ever look down on you again." The general gripped on Dylan's shoulder

Dylan found humor in the situation, he couldn't help but laugh. His nose hurt as well as his head. He was in a Russian base. and now some guy was talking about how he could rule the world.

"Is this funny?" The man asked

Dylan continued to laugh before he calmed down a bit "It's just ruling the world is not exactly on my bucket list and especially not an activity I planned out for the summer."

Dylan's head was jerked back as the general grabbed his hair pulling it back. The metal around his neck piercing his skin. Dylan grunted in pain at the quick movement.

"You know the stories were wrong about one thing." The man said slowly as he walked to face the boy eye to eye as he bent down. He let go of his hair now grabbing his face"It's told how you had the face of a monster, sharp yellow teeth, sagged aged skin—To scare people away.....but.....you are a pretty one." 

The man started to caress Dylan's face with his left hand, pressing down on his cut to cause pain. Dylan hissed uncomfortably. As he tried to get the disgusting man away.

The man traced the boys bottom lip, His eyes lustful. Dylan felt the man feel his lip as anger from all the events that had just taken place coursed  through his veins. In a blink of an eye

Dylan grabbed the man's two fingers by his teeth biting down as hard as he could. He never realized how easy it was to bite fingers off until he was spitting out the man's index and middle finger out of his mouth the taste of iron spread across his tongue, red blood all down his chin and shirt.

The general screamed looking at his hand"YOU BITCH!" He used his right hand to punch Dylan across the mouth, breaking his lip.

"Is that all you got?" Dylan taunted as the man punched him again.

He started to curse at the boy in Russian a couple of soldiers came running in, hearing the generals scream. They pulled  him out to attend to his injuries.

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Dylan lost count to the amount of times the two soldiers were hitting him. Dylan's bottom left eye was bruised and swollen, his nose bridge was cut, his lip was busted, his nose was actively bleeding, and his mouth was full of blood from the boy biting down to hard on his own gums.

Not to mention the metal around his wrist and burn scar started to break skin. As his blood was dried up around his hands.

The Russians had taken off his flannel leaving the boy with only a shirt and jeans. Dylan was dazed as he had lost a lot of blood.

Dylan never liked giving up, but he had never felt more useless. He couldn't use his powers, his body was weak, and his face felt so hot and heavy from all the cuts and bruises.

The Russian soldier was laughing with his friend as they threw another punch at Dylan's stomach. Dylan coughed out more blood before he leaned his head back as he looked at the roof of the wall.

"I fucking hate you." Dylan choked

He then heard the sound of a switch. He looked forwards to see the Russian soldier had taken out a knife. Dylan didn't know what to think as the man grabbed his face harshly.

Dylan hissed as the soldier touched a bruise. The man moved Dylan's face to the left exposing the scar on his face more.

Dylan closed his eyes. It was like he gave up, without his powers he felt like nothing. He still remembered praying everyday as a young kid that his powers would just disappear. They were no use to him.......until he saved his friends, that's when he knew what he was alive for.

He then heard screaming in the distance. It was Steve and Robin. He couldn't explain the adrenaline he felt but all he had on his mind was finding them.

He could see images in his head of Robin and Steve being beat like him, he didn't want that. He knew he could stop this. He needed to.

He looked to see the Russian soldier had placed the knife on the top of his scar attempting to re-  open it.

The soldiers smiled disappeared as his switchblade began to fold over curling into a spiral. He lifted it up to show his friend confused on what was happening. The knife started to melt the boiling metal falling on his skin.

The soldier dropped the knife as he started to shake his hand in pain as it burned through his flesh. Dylan could smell blood and burning meat in the air. As he sat up straight

Dylan, started to feel electricity on his neck. But what was once pain and agony was now nothing. Dylan pulled apart the metal around his wrist as he stood up with ease. The shock collar around his neck still going off.

The Russian soldier, grabbed his gun pointing it at Dylan. Shock on his face. Dylan knew he wouldn't even try shooting him, like the general said they could "use him."

with ease, Dylan grabbed the collar ripping it off  throwing it on the ground. He was pissed off, pissed about what they had done to his friends, to his face, and pissed he didn't do anything about it sooner.

Dylan lowered his head as he looked at the two soldiers.

The Russian men started to hold their heads dropping their weapons as their ears started to bleed, a low frequency sound surrounded them. In a split second both of their heads exploded leaving two corpses headless on the ground.

A spray of blood crashed across Dylan's face and body. The boy was breathing heavily, still on a mission. He walked over the bodies to the door blowing it off its hinges as he walked out. There were no guards in sight.

he walked down the hallway checked the window of every door he passed by. Each being empty except one. He saw Robin and Steve both hurt and tied up together.

There was a scientist in there with them preparing a syringe. Dylan wasted no time as he bursted in. Robin and Steve looked at him with a smile seeing he was there before quickly frowning at his state.

"Dylan? Dylan!" Steve yelled

Dylan screamed as the doctor was thrown at the wall, the man fell to the ground lifeless leaving a spot of blood and cracks on the wall.

After Dylan had killed three people. He snapped out of his trance. He looked around once again feeling his injuries. He could feel his hands starting to shake as his legs trembled. "Shit......" Dylan cursed.

He shook them off as he ran over to Steve examining the materials used to tie him and Robin to the chairs. He quickly grabbed them ripping them off. Freeing the two

"Woah. That was weird." Steve chuckled as Robin laughed with him.

"Yea, you look like Carrie! And you have powers like Carrie!" Robin laughed before her face dropped "are you Carrie?"

Dylan looked at the two confused, before putting two and two together. "They must have drugged you guys. They drugged me as well, but I have a higher tolerance."

"Well rub it in Superman." Steve complained 

Dylan sighed as the two stood up, then the alarms started to go off again as flashes of red lights appeared. Dylan heard a scream coming towards the door, but he could recognize that scream from anywhere.

Dustin came running into the room, Erica behind him. Dustin had a terrified look on his face as he held a weapon which was electrical.

Dustin didn't exactly look at who was in the room, he just assumed it was bad guys and started swinging the weapon.

Dylan caught the weapon with his right palm as it still went off. The streaks of electricity engulfing his hand.

"Dylan!" Dustin smiled as he turned the weapon off. "How did you do that?"

"I don't know." Dylan responded as Dustin hugged him, Dylan slightly doubled down at the hug, Dustin's arms wrapped tightly around his bruises.

"Damn you look like shit." Dustin commented

Dylan smiled as he wiped the bit of blood he felt coming down his nose, before pausing, realizing the situation they were still currently in

"We have to leave. Now." Dylan said, as he ran out the door the rest following.

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    Dylan was in the back of an advanced golf cart. Next to dumb and dumber. He pulled his knees up to his chest as he slightly laid on them, embracing himself for every bump that happened, because Dustin is a horrible driver.

"Jesus! Slow down!" Steve slurred as he gripped on to the bar

"Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 300?" Robin said

"It's Indy 400." Steve corrected her pointing at his shoe

"No dingus it's 300!" Robin argued

"No!" Steve yelled "Hey! Its 500. Indy 500." Dylan sighed as he rubbed his bruised neck.

"Let's say.....a million." Robin chuckled. As Steve and her started to laugh until tears began

Dylan scooted closer to Dustin and Erica, still having a fence between them, but close enough to hear him loud and clear.

"What is wrong with them?" Erica asked

"They were drugged." Dylan replied

"Wait, if they were drugged, why aren't you? Your beat up as well." Dustin asked

"I was drugged. It's just my body can handle more drugs than them." Dylan responded

Dustin nodded as he understood. Erica sat next to him with a perplexed look on her face.

"Okay, yea! That's brings up a good topic. When in the hell were you gonna bring up the fact that you were raised in a lab?" Erica asked as Dustin shushed her, knowing it was a sensitive topic.

Yet at the moment. Dylan could feel the veins in his eyes, and his fingers were semi-numb so he could give a shit less. "You never asked."

Before he could get a response, Dustin accidentally crashed into a couple of barrels which caused Dylan to accidentally hit his head.

"Ow!"

"Jeez!"

"Ooohhh."

"You guys okay back there?" Dustin asked as Robin and Steve couldn't answer back and Dylan just ignored him.

"They're fine." Dustin said to Erica as the two jumped out. Opening the back door, releasing Robin, Steve, and Dylan.

Dylan got out as he looked towards the elevator, feeling the slight chill of not having a top layer on anymore. He rubbed his arms as an attempt to warm up, or more like cover his scars.