RP Log-Kaidoh, Davide, Akutsu (+ NPCs)

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Date: A/N: Since I'm going to be scarce this weekend, I'll be posting these logs now. Be sure to check when they're dated. This one is set between this evening and tomorrow morning~
Rated: NC-17. There is mucho violence and some death. Oh, and Aku's-latrine-for-a-mouth...lol
Summary: Davide and Akutsu wake up and happen to find themselves prisoners with Kaidoh.




Akutsu woke up in a cage.

He was sitting up, sprawled against the back of it. His clothes were stained with blood. His, the enemy's...he remembered and lurched up, glaring at the bars before attacking them. Iron bars...he should have been able to bend or break them enough to slip out. But he couldn't.

The sound of clapping alerted him immediately, and he jumped back, looking around until pinpointing the source. The man in the white coat stepped forward from his blind spot, still lazily clapping. "You see, General. I was right in adding them. Electrifying the cage doors would have wasted energy."

It was then that Akutsu felt the collar around his neck. It was snug, and no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't get it off. "Son of a bitch", he growled, glaring coldly at the man, then at the small group of uniformed men trailing behind him. He hoped like hell Red had gotten away. He didn't like the looks of this for one damned second. Clenching hands around the bars, his eyes fixed on the man in the white coat.

"I'm gonna kill your ass first", he promised.

"Are you?" The man sounded amused, taking out a small device from his coat pocket. "Then perhaps I should see to your friends first." More lights flooded the room as he pressed a button, and Akutsu could see for the first time that they weren't alone. There were two more cages across from his. He didn't really know the dark-haired kid, but he'd seen him around the kiddie school. But he knew the other the second he saw the reddish hair.

Shit. So he hadn't gotten away. Akutsu looked Davide over briefly, then ignored both cages. His eyes also automatically ignored the lab get ups to his left. Gurneys and lights...probably torture devices there too. Instead, he looked back at the men and spat. "Fuckin' pussies. Think I'm gonna take it back just cause you dangle a coupla kids in front of me? Got me collared here, doncha? Took my power away...so why don't you come over here a little closer, have a better look?" Where he could get his hands on one and snap their neck...he didn't need his power for that.

"Or at least gimme a fuckin' cigarette. This dramatic suspense shit's boring already."

Kaidoh hated it here. He didn't hate a lot of things - or at least, he couldn't remember hating a lot of things - but he definitely hated it here. He wasn't sure how long he'd been here - a couple of days at most, but every day his nerves grew more frayed, the bars of the cage he was kept in (a cage, like he was an animal) seemed to grow a little closer, and he felt that he was near some kind of breaking point. He didn't think he'd ever been so frustrated in his entire life. He seemed to know that he didn't deal with things like this by getting frustrated, but just now he couldn't really help it. Half of him felt ashamed, that he couldn't think of a better way to vent his unhappiness. The other half didn't care.

He'd heard talking for a while now - he'd been ignoring it, picking at a particularly annoying bone in his forearm (which hurt, because he was collared, but it was still there and that hurt more), but suddenly there was light and as he blinked, eyes adjusting, he saw that the white-haired mutant he vaguely recognized was awake. He was from the Brotherhood, he was pretty sure, and Kaidoh wondered if they were just as quick to abandon their lost members as Ryuhana seemed to be. Sure, it had only been a couple days, and it might be a bit unfair to assume Ryuhana'd given up on him, but still, with all the angry thoughts running through his head, Kaidoh wasn't feeling particularly fair right now. He was lonely, scared, angry, and he wanted Ken. He wanted out. But as he glared at his captors, who appeared to be using him and his fellow captive as bargaining chips to get the white-haired mutant to do what they wanted, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"I think they like being dramatic," he huffed, not caring if conversation would be allowed or not.

Dramatics or not, Davide really wished that someone would turn up the microphones. Or perhaps that was the problem - there weren't any microphones to begin with. Not that his hearing was any less than its usual perfection, but there was an odd lack of resonance to the world. He felt disoriented in the dark, finding it difficult to pinpoint the precise source of each brush of sound. All he had to go on was a vague sense of where people where, and where their voices were coming from.

With the sudden warm buzz of light fixtures, Davide finally cracked open one eye to peer around the room. He recognized the other two mutants, one being Loud-san's boy and the other being the interesting fellow from Somewhere, but everything else was a mystery.

In response to Kaidoh's statement, Davide offered, "They might want to check the acoustics. Projection seems to fall flat in here." A heavy ring around his neck and Akutsu's threats filled him in quickly as to the sound disturbance, or lack thereof, around him. (Distractedly, he mourned the loss to play with vibrations in the cage bars.)

Crouching back down onto the floor, his back slumped against the bars, Akutsu shot a glance at the redhead. "Think it'd still be flat if you smacked your head on the bars, Red?" he grumbled. Figured that the mental defective would take this shit lightly...Akutsu kept his eyes on the lab coat, however, and tensed when the man came closer. Yet not quite close enough for him to reach, he noticed.

Fuck.

"This is what you spent your country's tax dollars to create, General? I can't say that I'm that impressed", the lab coat drawled, seemingly bored as he studied the white haired mutant. Akutsu mentally flipped him off, even while he wondered what in the fuck they were talking about.

The General stepped forward, folding his arms and looking stern. "Anyone can take a few mutants off the streets and pump them full of God-knows-what. If you knew what particular mutants we used to make him, you'd be more than impressed." The man took a step closer to the cage, peering in. "That damned Akutsu...we'll have to see just how far he and his daughter ruined you", he muttered in American. Akutsu's eyes narrowed, and he snarled, leaping from his position to make a grab for the man. His fingers brushed stiff fabric as the General jerked away.

Coughing a bit in what was probably an attempt to seem unaffected by the attack, the General swung back around to the lab coat, switching back to bad Japanese. "You said you had a demonstration to show us in the meantime?"

"Yes, General. Over here." The lab coat hid a smirk that Akutsu saw and moved away to stand in front of the cage holding the dark-haired teen. "I think you may find this more effective a way to break your creation then what you have planned", he said, motioning towards the gurney area where other men wearing lab coats were congregating. Akutsu, guessing at what was going on, rose and grabbed an iron bar in each fist. "Hey", he snarled, watching the dark-haired kid back away inside the cage. "Hey, if you fuckers wanna mess with someone, I'm right here! Buncha damn pussy assholes...over here!"

His attempts were ignored however, as the coats converged on the other cage.

Kaidoh couldn't help (or be bothered to care to help) the deep frown that pulled at his mouth when he realized what was going on, backing away like a stupid frightened animal and hating himself for it. This had happened before - it had happened a lot, and each time whatever they gave him definitely made him more and more agitated. After all, who wouldn't be agitated after getting stuck with a needle the size of the one these "doctors" seemed to use? Getting out of this freaking cage might be better than staying in it, but it certainly didn't seem much better as he was wrestled bodily out of the cage and onto the gurney and strapped down by the mini-task force of doctors before he could get a good swing in. He managed to graze one of them with a sharp bone on his elbow, but other than wind the man it did little good for Kaidoh's cause.

He growled and threw a few halfhearted curses their way, but what other harm could he do? It was all the more frustrating to know that he was going to lose in the end, as his wrists and ankles were strapped down and the general who looked and sounded American followed the doctor he'd been speaking to over to the bedside.

"Yes, we've found this a most effective method in a very small amount of time," the man explained, pulling over a cart from which he took a silver case, opening it to extract the needle that Kaidoh had come to despise in so short a time.

When the general didn't seem overly impressed, the doctor began tying off Kaidoh's upper arm with a length of rubber, tapping the inside of his elbow absentmindedly to pull a vein closer to the surface. Kaidoh's arm twitched with the unconscious want to hit the man, slap the needle away from its final destination. He hissed under his breath, wishing they would find someone - something - else to run their little freak show on. The three of them were people. Why didn't anyone here understand that?

"Perhaps you'd be more impressed to know this boy was the picture of politeness before we began his treatment." And the needle was inserted swiftly - but not painlessly, after so many previous insertions in so short a time - into the skin and Kaidoh bit his lip, pushing down the urge to struggle. Even he knew that struggling would only make it hurt more - he'd learned that the first few times - but that didn't mean he couldn't glare daggers at whoever this general was, and the by-now familiar faces of the "medical team" that so graciously treated the three boys like nothing better than lab rats.

Kaidoh was not a lab rat, and he was freaking sick of people who thought he was.

The soft press of fingertips against the bars of his cage was probably unnoticeable and insignificant, but Davide continued to tap almost silently and strained to listen for the brush of his skin against the metal. He seemed to be at a disadvantage, compared to his fellow prisoners. Not to say that one of them was better off in their current situation, but it seemed that this wasn't too unfamiliar to the other two.

Davide considered tipping over his cage, but he doubted that it was free from the ground. Or light enough to tip in one run. Helplessness wasn't a familiar feeling, and it was a little upsetting. It was, however, more upsetting to see Loud-san's boy being so cooperative with the needles. "I doubt that anything you do will impress me~" Davide said evenly. The statement wasn't so much a challenge as a truth, since Davide didn't necessarily see efficiency and invention as impressing, let alone the results of forced experimental testing. He smiled at the white-coats who looked his way. Cockiness had a tendency to annoy authority. Maybe it would distract them from his classmate.

"Red, shut the fuck up" Akutsu snarled under his breath, eyes darting from the lab coats that looked like they were going to start circling Davide's cage back to the redhead he was going to kick in the ass if they ever got out of this. The activity from the other side of the room was starting to alarm him too. They were poking the dark haired kid with some nasty looking needles. Like hell he wanted to know what was in 'em.

"Yeah, you picked up a winner there", he growled at the coats still watching Davide. "Total mental defective. Ya probably won't even need the fucking needles." When they didn't bite, he bit out a foul word and stepped back from the bars, spinning on the ball of his foot and kicking at them in a rapid succession of roundhouse kicks. Without his powers, his foot fucking ached from doing it, but he sucked it up and kept going, until it looked like they were ready to tranq him. Which one of the sneaky bastards did, coming up on the other side of his cage and shooting a tranquilizer dart into his ass. He grabbed the dart and yanked it out, throwing it back and wobbling a little. The coat shot him again, in the thigh, and Akutsu lumbered towards him, ready to reach out and pull the gun from his grip, if it would just steady and turn back into one gun instead of three.

The third dart wiped him out, and he fell unconscious onto the floor of the cage.

As soon as the needle was out, Kaidoh started struggling again - maybe it was futile, but it made him feel better so he didn't care overly much. He couldn't snap the bonds, but they did strain against the gurney. The general jumped back just a bit - Kaidoh grinned inwardly, thinking he probably deserved to be scared. He was not one of the good guys - if there were any good guys anymore - and Kaidoh didn't care if he was scared or not. Kaidoh was scared himself - he'd been scared for as long as he could remember, and every day he got more and more sick and tired of it. And he wanted to do something about it.

His angry outburst was only aided by the white-haired mutant, who had started kicking at his cage. The lab assistants' attention was divided, but the restraints held fast and there was a man with a tranquilizer gun striding towards the other cage. Kaidoh's hate increased a thousandfold at the vision - they were not animals and they did not deserve this - but that did any of them little good right now, when he couldn't do anything about his position. His vocal abuse of every person and thing in the room increased, but there was little good words would do against them, however good it felt.

Struggling at his bonds only got him angry looks, shouts, and rough hands as half the men held him down while another few untied him. He was overpowered easily, however, with the collar on and the drugs quickly taking effect, making him a bit dizzy while increasing the background buzzing in his brain that seemed to make him more and more agitated by the hour. Spitting a number of choice curses, he was nonetheless muscled back into the cage, the door shut and locked before he could pound on it.

The doctor was smiling in that ugly thin way of his, and now that Kaidoh was away the general looked significantly more comfortable; perhaps that was helped by the fact that the white-haired mutant had been tranquilized in his cage, and their red-haired companion seemed relatively harmless.

"Just wait," he growled lowly, sinking to the floor of his cage, gaze not leaving the two men in charge. "You'll get what's coming to you. You think you bastards won't. But you will."

Davide stretched in his best imitation of lazy carelessness. With Akutsu unconscious and Kaidoh in a rage, he felt caught in some oddly dressed limbo. Clearly, chances of a breakout was nil to none, and whatever was going to happen in the room was just going to happen. Stonily, he stared at their captors, and forced an indulgent curl into the corner of his smile.

After surprised murmurs of appreciation, having watched the dark haired mutant turn from quiet and passive into loud and abusive, the General watched his unconscious creation, brooding with ideas. "I think after that demonstration, you may be right. We'll test it on him, just to be sure." His gaze slid to the last cage. "What are your plans for that one?", he asked the lab coat in charge, gesturing minimally at Davide.

"We haven't decided yet", the other replied, gazing dispassionately at the redhead. "From what little was reported on his power, we probably won't have a use for him. Of course, we could always come to an agreement. I hear you are still collecting mutant DNA for your projects, General."

"A pity I didn't wear my genes today, then," Davide murmured. "I thought it particularly odd that I chose these pants." He shuffled around in his cage, leaning back against the bars.

Kaidoh, already more than unhappy, rolled his eyes at his companion's pun. "Your stupid pants have nothing to do with anything," he muttered. Maybe before he would've found some measure of relief in the other's attempt to lighten the situation. But right now he was pissed off at nothing and everything all at once, his head buzzing and his hands itching to do something. The voice grated against his nerves in a way that he hadn't known it could, and it was more than he could take. This whole place was more than he could take.

"Maybe if you'd been quiet they would've left you alone." Not that he had any evidence. But maybe it would get the other to shut the hell up. Kaidoh needed quiet to think. Just because he hadn't come up with an escape plan yet didn't mean he wouldn't in the future. But only if he wasn't distracted every five seconds by low-quality puns.

"Doubtful," Davide said, unable to stop himself from speaking. He spared a glance over at Akutsu's unconscious form, lying in an untouched heap inside the cage. "I think there's been enough tranquility, don't you think?" He then addressed one of the white coats as he pushed himself up into a crouch on the cage bottom. "Baddies don't usually bag extra persons when they only need a lock of hair for DNA~ What's really on the table for me?" Distract, distract.

"Interesting choice of words", was all the head lab coat would say, arching a brow over his glasses at the red-haired mutant before turning back to the General, effectively ignoring Davide and Kaidoh. "So, you've come around. Excellent. We could take this opportunity to inject him now. Or would you prefer something a bit more elaborate?"

"I think we're thinking along the same lines." The General walked to Akutsu's cage, looking thoughtful as he touched one of the bars and considered the sedated mutant. After a moment, he turned, barking out an order. "Bring the woman here. When he wakes up, that will be one less loose end taken care of." Both military and lab directors wandered off into the shadows, speaking to one another in hushed tones and their underlings scurried about to carry on their wishes.

Kaidoh didn't know anything about any woman - who the hell were they talking about? It obviously didn't pertain to him, not when they were so intent on the unconscious mutant in the cage before them. But that didn't mean it boded any better for the rest of them. Whatever they had planned, Kaidoh was pretty sure he wasn't going to like it, and that the violent white-haired mutant wasn't going to like it any better, when he woke up. He watched as some of the younger scientists nodded at the orders and scurried off to do their bosses' bidding, wondering just how long it was going to take to get this "woman" and what she was supposed to do when she got here.

He sighed loudly and slumped a bit, his anger burning no less brightly but a little less hotly now, shrinking from a roaring fire to a more of a smoldering flame. It never went away, anymore. He didn't like being angry all the time - he could remember a time when anger would just seem unimportant and dim after a short while, but it didn't seem to happen any more. He was nearing a breaking point, but with nothing to break but his sanity, he wasn't sure what would happen when he reached it.

All he knew was that he had to hold out as long as he could. Because he'd be damned if he'd give these lab coats and their American guests any more satisfaction that was necessary.

Time seemed to go by more slowly. Preparations were being made, and those who weren't busy were standing around, making mutant jokes and trading bets on the outcomes. A popular theme seemed to be which drugged mutant would win in a fight, the dark-haired Kaidoh, weapon of Japan, or white-haired Akutsu, created weapon of America. Most of the money was going on Kaidoh, but them most of the men standing around in the room were Japanese.

No one seemed to think much of Davide, other than assuming he would be a vessel for more experiments.

Eventually, though, all the men were called to attention. On the floor of his cage, Akutsu was twitching, gradually coming to. The General had his men form a line, and behind them, the door opened. Two military men half dragged the body of a women between them. She was a petite thing, her dark brown hair sheared off and disheveled. She didn't seem to be able to walk very well, limping and shaking. She seemed to be dreading something, and afraid, looking furtively around the room. The cages didn't seem to phase her. She was every inch a woman who'd been tortured and brutalized in unimaginable ways.

"So nice of you to join us, Akutsu Yuki." The head lab coat was smug looking at her, obviously enjoying this. "We thought a family reunion might be in order."

Akutsu Yuki shuddered and tried to keep her composure, but she looked like she wanted to cry. Collecting herself, she shrugged off the two men holding her and tried to walk on her own. She stumbled and collapsed, grabbing the bars of Davide's cage as she fell. But it was a ploy, her one chance, and she took it. She was just glad she hadn't been closer to the other mutant's cage. Kaidoh Kaoru scared her, because they'd shown her videos of him under the influence of the drug, threatening to let him rip her apart if she didn't disclose the location of her adopted son.

"Help him please", she whispered brokenly to the red-haired mutant. "Help my Jin...don't let them turn him into a monster..." The men grabbed her, but not before she opened her hand, letting a tiny metal key slip out and shakily flicking it over to Davide. In a last act of defiance, she spit on the General as she was brought up to face him. "Burn in hell", she said weakly, staring at him hatefully, this man who'd orchestrated the death of her father and friends, chased her relentlessly around the states, threatened her life and was trying to turn her son into a soulless weapon for his own gain.

He didn't so much as react as look down his nose at her, blotting away her spit with a handkerchief, and disregarding her. "Throw her in", he said, and watched with undisguised satisfaction as Akutsu Yuki was tossed unceremoniously into the cage with a rapidly awakening Akutsu Jin. A coat that was standing next to the cage crept closer and, because Akutsu had collapsed near the edge of the cage, was deftly unlocking and removing his inhibitor collar with another little metal key. Another swift move, before Yuki could stumble to her son and intervene, was to quickly insert a needled under the mutant's skin and inject him with the drug.

Davide shuffled to the edge of the cage, watching the room, who was mostly watching the Akutsu's. Slowly, he unlocked the door, and then withdrew and moved over to the edge of the cage nearest to Kaidoh. A quick glance across the room had the woman being shoved into the cage. Not a lot of time. He slid one arm up the outside of a bar, and then lobbed the key towards Kaidoh's cage. It glanced off the side of one of the bars, and dropped to the floor. Davide hoped to hell that the mutant had seen it and not any of the scientists in the room, and immediately started pacing the cage, reciting very loudly in somewhat awkward, accented English, "We take English for granted. But if exploring its paradoxes, we find quicksand works slowly, boxing rings are square, and guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig!" He continued on, hovering near the open door of his cage, getting more violent in speech and accusing the scientists as if the grammatical specifics were their fault.

Kaidoh watched with vague morbid fascination as the woman was thrown into the cage with the white-haired mutant. He wondered if this was his mother or sister - not that it really mattered, he guessed, hunching down in the back of his cage, curling and uncurling his fingers into fists, thinking that he would give them something to gawk at, if only they'd let him out of this stupid cage. This stupid, stupid cage. He hated it.

There was a soft ping! that interrupted his thoughts, and something bright flashed at the edge of his vision. He glanced over in the direction of the noise, wondering what the hell the stupid "scientists" were up to now. But no one was looking his way - they were all looking at the stirring white-haired mutant and his mother-sister-whatever, in the cage across the room.

Not helping matters was the stupid redhead, who had just begun talking - loudly - in English. Kaidoh could understand most of it, but while he knew the words, he wasn't sure it made any sense. Stupid, stupid -

A glint caught his eye again, and he glanced between the bars of the cage. There was something on the floor, something that hadn't been there before. He shuffled over to see what it was, only vaguely curious, sure it was stupid, maybe pun-boy had a 10 yen coin and had felt like lobbing it at -

It was a key. Kaidoh glanced up sharply - Davide was still reciting half-nonsense in English in his cage, but he was hovering near the door and he was getting louder. Everyone else in the room was still watching the unfolding spectacle in the other cage, but for the one or two who kept glancing at Davide, clearly annoyed. But no one was looking at Kaidoh.

As fast as he could blink, Kaidoh's arm snuck between the bars and snatched the key. He felt the small, cold metal object in his palm, curling his fingers around it, pressing so hard that, had he had super-strength, he would've crushed it. But no one was looking at him, still, and the key fit perfectly into the lock on his cage.

He turned it.

And wasted no time in kicking open the door, already reaching down with his right hand to yank at the piece of bone in his left forearm that he'd been worrying at for days now. It came free with more effort than it should have, but then, he still had this stupid fucking collar around his neck that also made sure he bled freely from the gaping wound in his arm when the bone had finally slid free of the skin. But he didn't care - pain was all the same to him, and right now, he'd like to give a little of it back. In the form of kicking the two men nearest him square in the small of the back, and bringing the sharp bone shard, already slick with his own blood, down hard across the back of a third.

He didn't know what was going on in the other two cages, but he didn't care. As long as it gave him enough distraction to hurt as many of these people as he could and get the hell out of here. Forever.

Back in the other cage, Akutsu's eyes had snapped open immediately when the needle had gone under his skin. It snapped off, with only half of the dose going into his bloodstream as he snarled and moved, grabbing the coat with the syringe and slamming him forward against the bars.

"Jin!"

His name had his head snapping back, centering on the ragged looking woman that was now in the cage with him. The tranquilizers had worn off completely now, further metabolized by his healing factor. But now, there was something more insidious rapidly working its way through his body...

"Who the hell are y-" He didn't recognize the face, the voice, the body, anything about this woman. But without the inhibitor collar, it seemed like his instincts were screaming her familiarity. And she knew his name...he was confused. "I know you?" Outside, there was movement going on in Davide's cage, but Akutsu's attention was on this woman.

This woman who now launched herself at him weakly, closing arms around his neck. "Jin...my Jin...I'm so sorry. I tried." His arm moved of its own accord and, instead of pushing her away, pulled her closer. "I don't remember you", he murmured, finally taking in the eyes on them. Bunch of fucking perverts, probably trying to do sick shit like breed them or something...he went to flip them off when something happened in his body. He suddenly felt hot, and a little dizzy. In the back of his head, there was a thick feeling, a buzzing that immediately started to drive him mad.

Akutsu Yuki shrank back when he growled low and maliciously. She heard murmurs between the head lab coat and the general, terms like "modified dosage" and "enhanced with hallucinogens". And she knew, with a sudden, sickening realization, what was about to happen. Even the sudden burst of English coming from the other cage in the background didn't distract most of the people watching from what was unfolding in Akutsu Jin's cage.

Akutsu clutched his head, disoriented and panting, his animistic instincts on fire. Everyone around him was an enemy, and the panic that doused his system only fueled the sudden inexplicable rage he now felt. There was a whimper, and he snapped, berserking around the cage like a wild animal. Iron bars were dented and separated, and most of the men moved back collectively in surprise and fear.

Akutsu Yuki was thrown around the cage like a doll, and didn't make much noise. Even while men were being attacked at the rear of the crowd by a released Kaidoh Kaoru, they couldn't take their eyes off of the brutal carnage that was going on in Akutsu's cage. Finally, he had her up against the bars, slamming her over and over again, his fist wrapped around her blood soaked shirt. Barely able to see him now, she still reached out for him, crying out softly and trying to touch him.

"It's...not your fault", she said brokenly, blindly grabbing his shoulder and moving it up to touch his cheek. "Not..your fault..." By now his body was absorbing and metabolizing the drug, and he hesitated for just a moment before throwing her across the cage. There was a sickening crack, and Akutsu Yuki crumpled to the ground. She didn't get up.

Coming down off of the drug, Akutsu was even more disoriented, losing the edge of that blind rage that had driven him. His healing factor was working fine without the inhibitor collar, and the drug was losing its hold even as the abrasions on his hands and arms were disappearing. He turned his attention back to the bars, pulling the loosened ones apart, desperate to get out. What did he do? He couldn't really remember...but he was covered in blood...around him he heard cries of people ordering others to put his collar back on, and something about someone escaping...

Shutting up abruptly, Davide burst from the cage a moment after Kaidoh made his move. He shoved the white coat near him into the man with the tranq-gun, and dodged around people to get to the man with the other set of keys. The mutant wasn't prone to violence (since he clearly preferred words over fights), but he grabbed the wrist of the man with one hand, and punched him hard with the other. As he knelt to pick up the dropped keys, Davide glanced at Akutsu's cage. Blood. The woman was on the ground.

Not supposed to save the woman. Amane thought, blocking a punch and then rolling out of the way. He dodged attackers, trying to keep moving as he fumbled with the key and the collar. "Kaidoh!" He yelled, and stumbled over a body. The key clicked into place and Davide yanked the collar painfully off of his neck. Everything suddenly got louder and sharper, and Davide ducked as he heard the sound of an approaching attack.

Give the boy the key, or get Akutsu.... "KAIDOH," He tried again, and the name was carried easily away from him, booming through the room. It's not like Davide would be able to get near Kaidoh anyway, and he figured that it was pretty obvious that he had somehow been re-powered. Davide tucked the key into his pocket and made his way to Akutsu, using a heavy piece of surgical equipment as a blunt instrument against any in his way.

Kaidoh was having more than a little fun, paying these bastards back for what they'd done. It wasn't enough - it would never be enough - to make them understand just what they'd done to him, but it was a start. Something that could be expounded upon later. If he ever saw them again. But he hoped he wouldn't, and he'd have to settle for inflicting as much damage and pain as he could right now.

He thought he heard his name above the din, but the blood was rushing in his ears and there were too many people in his way to do much about it. He continued in the same fashion, kicking, punching, scratching, slicing, until he heard his name again. But this time, it was as though the sound of his name had dwarfed all other noise in the room, until he couldn't think of anything else but his name for the clarity of the sound. He finally turned as another white-coated assistant went down before him, and saw Davide across the room.

He no longer had a collar around his neck.

That meant he had a key - and Kaidoh wanted that key. Now. His arm was throbbing - he didn't much care, but it was still bleeding, and he was stronger and faster and much less prone to harm with his healing factor. Even if it wasn't the same as Akutsu's - and now he realized, as he fought his way towards the red-haired mutant, that Akutsu was fighting in his own way, with the bars on his cage, struggling to get them loose so he could slip out.

Maybe Kaidoh would help him. Maybe not. Only if all of these fucking people got out of his way and he got the key to his collar because he needed if off right now. He kicked another in the ribs, now only feet from Davide. "Key!" he shouted, stabbing at someones front as they rushed up behind him. He left the bone in their side and took a few more steps toward the redhead. "Do you have it?" He didn't care that more people were converging on his position as he silently prodded Davide for all he was worth to give him the key. Once the collar was gone, Kaidoh would have more than enough weapons at his disposal. And then, once these people had paid for their crimes, he would get out of here. And the other mutants could come or stay as they pleased for all he cared.

Akutsu, in the meantime, was see-sawing between wild outbursts that had him swearing foully at every person that ran past him, and total blankness. He was halfway through the bars, and kept looking back at the crumpled up human in the corner of his cage. Some part of him wanted to go back for it, but more of him just wanted out.

The General caught him in the confusion, in a moment where he was only staring blankly at the chaos around them. "Get the collar back on him and bring him. We are not leaving this damned country without our weapon." Since the head coat seemed to have disappeared in the melee, the General took a hold of Akutsu's arm himself, intending to help his men haul the mutant with them. But Akutsu's moment of blankness evaporated, and the men didn't get so much of a growl in warning before he violently erupted, kicking the feet out from under the General and tackling the rest, throwing crushing punches and making his way through the crowd.

He was making his way through easily too, until he came up against someone who wasn't trying to attack or run from him. Fist raised, he blinked at Davide, confused and disoriented now that his momentum was lost. "...Red?"

"Akkun," Davide responded, glad that he had been recognized. He didn't particularly feel like wasting time playing a 'trust me!' game with the drugged and unbalanced mutant. "This party has gotten far too rowdy for my liking. I think it's time to leave~" He lightly touched the fist that was ready to punch him and nodded his head to the exit. "I have something that our other cellmate wants, so he'll follow." He'd caught Kaidoh's voice amidst the rabble, a few moments earlier, but hadn't felt the need to broadcast a reply with anything more than 'I have a present for you~!'

Kaidoh did not like the way Davide was ignoring him in lieu of the other mutant - not with the way he could really use some help right about now, given the resistance he was meeting. But the other wasn't giving any indication that he was going to do anything other than lead Kaidoh on - that only fueled his anger and made him punch, kick, and hit harder, bodily shoving more people out of the way as he made his way through the thinning crowd in the lab to the other two. "What are you doing?" he called - it looked like they were talking, and Kaidoh wanted to know what they were talking about. Did they know the way out? Out would be good, right about now.

Akutsu blinked blankly again at Davide touching his fist, and relaxed it. Leaving sounded good. Really damn good. Another surge of hate hit him again though, and he swung away from the redhead, tackling and taking out more of the men separating them from the other mutant fighting to get through. He went through the crowd viciously, intent of taking down every target in Kaidoh's way. When he was close enough, he grabbed the dark-haired mutant by the arm and flung him towards Davide, following after delivering a lethal kick that took down a man aiming a tranq gun at their backs.

He smelled the blood, easily sifting through the differing aromas, and didn't need to look to know that Kaidoh was bleeding heavily. "Unlock his ass an' lets get the fuck outta here", he growled at Davide, yanking the redhead with him the moment he passed along the key.

Davide held the key out in front of him as Kaidoh came rushing his way. He didn't bother trying to unlock the collar himself, but hovered a little nearby in case assistance was necessary. He ducked from an on coming attack and blocked something sharp using his arm, only to be pulled out and away by Akutsu. After a few paces of stumbling, Davide righted himself and proceeded with the actual escaping part of the escape. He glanced back at Kaidoh, in case the other mutant was getting in trouble again~<3

Kaidoh grabbed at the key like a lifeline, nearly dropping it with blood-slick fingers before he wrestled it into the lock on the collar, thinking only after he'd slid it into place that he probably should've been more careful as to not break it. But it wasn't broken, and it turned easily and suddenly he was free. Free.

He felt better than he had in years - he took a breath and it was as though that single action energized his whole body. His healing factor was minimal, sluggish, but it would take care of the wound on his arm and any more he had acquired as he'd made his way through the room to the other mutants. The resistance around them now was minimal - he managed to land a punch on one of the assistants trying to grab at him while he was occupied with the collar, and then he tossed the collar away into the crowd and turned to the other two mutants, who were already headed in the direction of least resistance.

"Don't think you're leaving me behind!" he called, and took off after them, hoping they knew the way out, or at least, that they'd find it. He didn't much like the idea of coming up against a dead end - he wanted out of here and he never wanted to look back. He wanted his own bed and clean clothes and a shower and... and Ken.

The thought of Ken made his stomach churn, but he pushed the small surge of guilt away. He'd think about telling Ken about all of this later. Later, much later, when he'd had some real rest and some food. Later, when he wasn't so red-hot and angry.