Torture Room Sessions and A Very Bamphied Headache

Kale slowly felt himself comeback to consciousness, his head throbbing. He felt cold metal underneath him and a sheet draped over him. Snapping his eyes open, Kale flipped his body off the bed and onto the floor. As soon as he land on the cold floor he realized he was lacking a few things

Okay, were the hell are my shoes and my shirt? Kale thought, his scar covered skin shivering in the frigid air.

Reaching up around his neck, Kale felt his three necklaces in place and a small part of him relaxed. One of them were his dog tags, the others were half a yin yang, the other half Todd had and a Celtic cross his father had given him at his baptism.

He then checked his wrist and felt a little more of tension leave him when he felt the tiny bamboo sticks wrapped around his wrists. The small stick had blue and red balls attached to them; giving one of the orbs a pull, Kale saw the needles were still attached.

Pulling the three chains off, Kale wrapped them up and stuffed tem in his pocket, just so he would lose them. Looking around the room, he saw a vent on one of the wall. Kale walked over to it and gauged his chances; it was defiantly big enough for him to crawl through and he probably could get out using it.

His heightened hearing suddenly picked up the sounds of footsteps coming towards him; no he had to chose, fight or flight. Grabbing the vent on either side, Kale easily ripped the thing out of the wall and threw it aside, sending it crashing into the door.

Leaping into the air duct, Kale began to crawl through the space to find a way out. Since his fingers didn't offer him much grip against the sleek metal surface, Kale extended his claws and talons.

Kale was so worried about not being followed and moving quickly, he didn't see in front of him the sudden drop in the air ducts and went falling down the shaft, smacking his head at least five times.

"Ah Fuck!" Kale roared, as he went crashing down the vent.

Slamming against the metal shaft, Kale felt like he was going through a clothes washer, being tossed around so violently. Suddenly he slammed against and a grate and went flying into another room.

Groaning, Kale got up and saw he was in large and brightly lit room. It was very sleek and slightly oval.

"Okay, this feels just a little too safe-"Kale started to say, when the room suddenly came alive.

Cannons suddenly emerged from the wall, the tips glowing with energy and cables extended from the floor with what appeared to be three pincer on the. Then what Kale thought were ridiculously huge saws extended from the way as well, pivoting and swinging around.

"You. Have. Got. To. Be. Fucking. With. Me." Kale breathed, his jaw dropping.

Suddenly one of the turrets let fire and Kale easily dodged it by dropping to the ground, collecting himself in a crouch. Suddenly one of the cables shot out towards him, its claw-like hand snapping open.

Kale jumped to his feet and whirled and extending his claws, he slashed the cable in the different places. Kale let out one his draconic roars, his body transforming; it took him about a minute and a half to full become transformed.

Now in his dragon state, Kale was little bit more prepared to deal with this whacked out room of terror. Looking around him, he counted at least ten of those turrets and five of those cables. They were going to be easy; it was the saws that he was worried about.

Another cannon fired at him and Kale took off, literally running up one of the side walls. Slamming one of his hands into the wall to hold him up, Kale fired bolts of his Dragon Breath around the room make a huge amount of smoke, hoping that it would confuse their targeting system.

Kale began to run on all four on the side of wall, slashing the turrets with his claws; he even slammed his tail right through one. He got through about five of them before one of those damn tentacles tried to grab him.

Flipping backwards, Kale perched on to the tip of the cable with his feet and began to spin to around, the cable getting kinked up as he went. It kept getting kinked until it finally ripped itself out of the wall and went limp in Kale's grip.

However, this dropped him right in the middle of the saw-like machine. Since his feet were tangled up, Kale really had to try and blow one up first, instead of dodging like he normally would.

Kale jumped up and slammed the one on his right down in to the ground, jamming in nice and tight against the wall. Spinning around, Kale saw the other one starting to makes its way to him.

Hunching over, Kale's began to gather all the energy he could muster, his scales going beet red as he did. When the thing was no more than five feet from him, Kale blasted it with what seemed like rive of fire, the veins in his neck sticking out and his jaw muscles burning from release.

At first the saw machine was just being held there, but suddenly it went flying against the wall and exploded. Kale then snapped his mouth shut; breathing very deeply as though he had just run ten miles under fifteen minutes.

His Dragon Breath was very exhausting for him to use in such large amount, manly because it wasn't fire. It was more along the line of extremely superheated kinetic plasma energy, which had the tendency to explode if too much was in a small environment.

Kale was so busy trying to catch his breath that he didn't see the other buzz saw getting free and make its way towards him; someone else saw it however.

A bright red laser blasted across the room and obliterated the machine, it also made Kale nearly jump out of his skin. Glancing around, he saw what he could only describe a badly dressed superhero-wannabes.

The one that immediately caught his eye was the one with the ridiculous head band; mainly because he was wearing too much yellow and it stuck out like a sore thumb. Kale saw the haze coming form the red line on the bandana and realized he was the one that had just saved his skin.

The next one that caught his eye was in no other words a fuzzy blue elf. Dark royal navy fur, yellow eye, poity ears and fangs and a tail; Kale kind of thought he was cool, but he had to talk about that damn costume.

The last person he saw was a tall red haired girl.

"May St. Patrick bless ye squire." Kale yelled, leaping across the room and coming up in a roll beside him.

The visor boy gave him a funny look and Kale groaned realizing he wasn't in Ireland any more.

"In short words, it means thanks." Kale explained before firing his flame again at a set of turrets.

"Oh, any time man." The teenager's voice was defiantly American.

Kale saw another cable coming towards him and he caught it easily with one hand. Kale superheated his claws and the cable began to wriggle in his grasp. Kale's eyes were seemingly burning with the fire as he sent the energy through the cable and through out the remaining defense systems.

Kale growled and then finally roared as the explosions began to happen, his body reverting back to its human state. Releasing the cabled, Kale stayed on his hands and knees for a while, just breathing. His powers could sometimes exhaust to near blacking out.

"Mein Gott, are you alvight?" The blue demon asked Kale as he tried to breathe deeply.

"Just…need to…catch my breath." Kale looked up at the blue mutant squatting next to him, squinting a little at his accent. "Sie deutsch?"

The elf's jaw dropped at the flawless pronunciation and Kale nodded his head some what weakly, murmuring, "Thought so", his Irish accent rolling thick and heavy.

Pushing himself up, Kale flexed his shoulders and cracked all the joints in his shoulder blades and his neck. Suddenly, his legs began to give way beneath, but luckily he was caught by an unseen force. Looking over, Kale saw the red head holding her hand out and her brow furrowed in deep concentration. Kale then realized she must be a psychic.

"Bloody good catch, love" Kale said, then added with a smirk. "for a psychic."

"I'v got him mien freund." The German teenager lifted Kale's arm over his shoulder and hefted him, although the strain was obvious on his face. "Hanging on, ve have to teleport."

"What-"But Kale was cut of by, what sound to be a 'bampf" and he suddenly felt his stomach drop and his heart shoot up. His lungs seemed to collapse and his head began to seem like pea soup.

And then they were back in the infirmary, standing next to the bed. Groaning Kale pulled himself up onto the bed and took a moment to breathe deeply. He then looked at the blue mutant.

"Hey, wants your name?" Kale asked weakly.

"Kurt Vagner"

"Well Kurt, never do that to me again."

"Are you alvight?" Kurt asked concern written on his face.

"Me, I'm just peachy; I was blown out off my own home, fought the room from hell and got my entire innards jumble on the most freakish ride of my life" Kale snarled, shaking his head. "I'm just surprised the only thing I have is a damn headache!"

Second part to the chapter

-Lin