Jamie gripped the hand holding him and used it as a brace, bringing both his heels up to nail his older brother in the jaw. He landed in a crouch, glaring at the demonic teen with hate. Marcus's head, however, simply snapped back into place, and he cackled insanely. "Oh, Jamie, I am gonna have a great time with your little girlfriend!" Marcus cackled. That did it. Jamie roared in rage, and felt his body spasm as his powers overtook him. His shirt ripped as he muscles bulged beneath his skin and his spine arched into a more feral shape. His finger-nails lengthened into claws, leaving his gloves in tatters. He grew taller, and his shoes exploded as his feet grew larger, as well as gaining gripping pads and claws. As he roared, short black fur spread in a ripple across his body, and his huge chest heaved, making his thick chest muscles contract with each breath. Jamie was gone. Only the Beast remained. And it had only one thought. Kill.
The Beast roared in fury; a deep, resonating sound from within his chest, one which would chill the blood of anyone who heard it. He leapt forward at Marcus; his claws extended, and began savagely beating him. Marcus brought back his fist and lashed out, knocking the Beast back onto the cracked asphalt underneath them. It moved faster then the eyes could follow, ducking under Marcus's guard until he was right in front of him, and pulled back a hand. It swept its right claw downward, sharp nails grazing the concrete and leaving a trail of sparks behind, as he delivered a savage uppercut to the other teen's chin, snapping his head back and knocking out most of his teeth. Marcus fell down onto his knees, blood dripping from his mouth. He simply looked at the Beast. "Freak." He spat out, then fell over backwards, clearly dead.
The Beast nodded, satisfied that the Tormentor was gone, then its ears perked up. It heard a faint voice, one it recognized. "Jamie." It said faintly, only audible to the Beast's enhanced hearing. "Please, help me." He turned his head towards the direction the sound had come from, and took off running on all fours, the dreary city streaking by as he ran. Soon, it entered a forest, brown pine trunks flashing by in a blur as it sped up. It detected the faint scent of salt air, and its sensitive ears detected the sound the surf crashing against a rock. None of this made sense, but still on it went. Eventually, it ran so fast that everything was a blur that abruptly changed color as the Beast suddenly ran out of room to run, its limps scrabbling on empty air. It plunged downwards, howling in rage, crashing down into the crystal clear waters of the ocean. It surfaced, snarling in rage, as it heard a feminine voice screaming. The Beast turned its heavily muscled neck, and caught sight of a humane youngling, screaming as she was dragged towards the hungry mouth of a huge octopus. The Beast saw nothing wrong with this, simply the circle of life, but some deep inner voice, a long-forgotten instinct, perhaps, commanded it to save the girl. It dimly recognized her, the purple hair definitely surfacing a strange memory. A prominent command filled its predatory mind. Protect.
It burst though the water, distracting the giant octopus, and it took the chance to sever the tentacle holding the girl, making the huge beast screech in pain. The Beast grabbed the girl and leapt to the rock near-by, laying her gently on the stone. She looked up, the sun shining behind the Beast made it difficult, but she could see his eyes. His now icy blue eyes. "Jamie?" She asked, and the Beast simply turned and leapt at the Kraken, claws outstretched. The Beast snarled and ripped its claws into the flesh of the octopus, pulping the damp flesh beneath its claws as it shredded the Kraken, releasing torrents of blue blood pouring down into the water. After a final groan, the Kraken sank beneath the waves, and the Beast landed on the rock, leaning protectively over Kayla as she shivered from the cold wind on her damp clothes. He picked her up, bridal style, and he glanced down at her, concerned. The Beast nuzzled her cheek, whimpering slightly, and they both disappeared as the outside world faded away.
Jamie gasped as he shot upright in the medical bed, his eyes shooting open. He wildly scanned the room, taking in the other campers, medical equipment, but only calmed down when he saw Kayla sitting up in bed. He leapt from the bed, running over to her, and he pulled her into a loving embrace. She clutched onto him too, her hands clasping at his shirt. "J-Jamie." She began, but broke down into sobs as tears leaked down her cheeks. He hugged her tight, making soothing rubs on her back, as tears trailed down his face. He pressed his lips to the top of her head, kissing her tenderly, and whispered. "Shhh, its okay. It's alright."
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Shane was plummeting earthwards, screaming in terror, when he noticed a shape falling beside him. He stared in shock and confusion for a moment, but then recognized the screaming voice and streak of pink hair. He tried to swing over to her, but to no avail. He called out. "EFFIE!!!!" He hollered, and she turned her head to see him. She worked towards him, and she grabbed onto him, fearing for her life. He tried to sound stern. "Effie, listen, I need you to untie me." HE commanded, and she nodded numbly. She undid the knots on his straight jacket, and soon, he let it fly away from him, while she clutched him tight again. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and squeezed his eyes shut. "I hope this works." He thought as he tried to teleport. In the blink of an eye, they both were gone.
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Sam was trying to block a volley of fireballs from the dream-Cameron, so, when the wooden floor cracked and collapsed beneath him, he wasn't prepared in the least. He plummeted down through fire, blister popping up on his arms, and eventually crashed onto cold stone. He picked himself up, noticing ash beneath his fingers, when he looked around. He was in large cave with several stalagmites, and a prone form lying on the floor. HE hurried over, and discovered, to his horror, that it was Cameron lying there. Cam groaned and opened his eyes and saw Sam. "Oh, hey man." He said weakly as he sat up. Sam cautiously approached him, and saw that he had normal eyes. He held out a hand and helped the pyrokinetic up. "Thanks." Cameron grunted, turning back to his gruff personality. They both heard a scream come from down one of the tunnels, and they both took off running. At the end, they saw a double door made of white-painted metal, which Sam shoved open, and they found themselves inside an operating room, with Victoria strapped to the table. She was screaming for help as a man in surgeon scrubs was holding a large needle, and Sam fired a force-field the size of a basketball as his head, knocking him out. Cameron jumped over his prone form and burned away the straps holding her to the table.
She latched onto him, shaking in fright. "Th-Thank y-you." She said, and he moved from one foot to the other, embarrassed. Cameron grabbed her hand and said, "C'mon. Let's blow this pop stand." He commanded, and pulled her with him and Sam as they pushed open the exit door. On the other side, blinding white light made them disappear.
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