That awkward moment when you've been putting a bunch of asterisks and JP's to indicate scene changes only to find out there's a button to indicate scene changes XC .

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"They went this way, c'mon!"

Cinder and Entropy tried desperately to catch their breath as the thundering footsteps of their pursuers echoed above them. They'd ducked under the stairwell in time to avoid being caught, but now they were so winded they couldn't think straight.

"We need to find our Wu," Entropy huffed. "I'm tired of running away, I wanna fight!"

"Don't you think our priority is to find Jack and Stryker?" Cinder asked, resting her hand on her knees. "Zeph said they're in the boiler room. Who knows how much time we'll have to get to them."

"Well, let me think..." Entropy sighed, squatting down as she thought. "If Zephy Boy was in the elevator and they were a floor above us, then that's about a thirty second to a minute decent, so that's fifty-nine minutes...then depending on how far the boiling room is to the room they were in is probably a delay of, by guestimate, four or five minutes, so that's an hour and three...but if you take away the ten minutes we've been running..."

She looked up at Cinder's amazed expression.

"That's fifty-three minutes to find them before their fried...what?"

"Nothing...just...impressed."

"Cool," Entropy said with a grin. "Now let's go, we've only got fifty-two minutes to find the boys. After that we'll get Zephy, beat the snot out of these jerks and call it a night."

"Sounds like a plan," Cinder said with a smirk. "Let's go."

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Zephyr wrenched out of the guards' grasp and glared at them as they left the blinding white, spherical room. There were windows all along the upper walls, with two or three lab rats to a glass, clipboards and video cameras in hand. He couldn't help but flush anxiously; his eyes fell to the table behind him. There were three objects laying there: a sword, a shield, and an axe. A sigh escaped his lips and he stepped up to the sword; it was long and had a silver handle, a sapphire stone in the middle. If only he could use it to get out of here, but with how comfortable the rats were with leaving him with weapons, he guessed everything was reinforced. With any luck, he could make a Wu strong enough to kill someone; then he could use it to bust out of the room.

He swallowed hard and tried to focus on something to create a more powerful attack. He chose to focus on the fact that if he didn't do this, then Stryker and Jack would be killed, how it'd be his fault because he couldn't do what was asked of him. His hand reached down and gripped the hilt of the sword; already he felt it shifting, and when he opened his eyes he saw it turn to a sea foam green color. The blade expanded and a hole formed in the middle of the blade, twisting to a spiral shape. The hilt twisted in his grasp and brightened to a lime green, the sapphire sharpening to a diamond shape. He could see little waves of air surrounding it, showing promise. He stepped back and lifted it over his head, then swung it down. The air shot out and swirled around the room, faster than a jet.

He watched and waited until it evaporated, then lifted the sword over his head again, this time glaring into the eyes of one of the rats. The man's eyebrows raised and he stepped back, falling out of view when Zephyr brought the sword down with a loud grunt.

To his dismay the air split off of the window, not even leaving a crack, and whisked around the room again. He growled and threw the useless weapon on the floor, ignoring the scowls of the other rats as he angrily ran a hand through his dreads. At least he as distracting them from the others, but he'd die before failing at creating a Wu. True, it was rare to create a truly dangerous Wu, since that wasn't their intended use, but the least they could do was get him out of this room!

That's it! Zephyr thought, whipping around to the shield. He grabbed the sides and squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to focus on his desire for freedom. I want out! I want out now!

The shield shook in his hands and glowed brightly. He opened his eyes and watched tendrils stretch from the middle and grasp the edges, twisting until they dulled to a forest green. He flipped it over and grasped the silver handle, praying this worked.

He shouted as a vortex spun around him, closing in by the second. He dropped the shield and watched in horror as the tornado sucked it out of view. His knees caved and he sat on the floor, realizing that his only sure escape had fallen out of his grasp.

No... Zephyr thought helplessly. ...No...

A searing rage engulfed him when he saw the smirks on the lab rats' faces. They and their filthy boss were the reason he and his friends were in here, the reason he had to subject himself to this humiliation and fear. He didn't even notice that, amidst his anger, he was shifting into his Shadow Form, and the axe was in his hand. But the rats noticed, and they all stepped back, their eyes wide behind their goggles as Zephyr lifted off the ground. He didn't care anymore about making a Shen Gong Wu. If he couldn't use a power to break through, he'd simply bash at the glass until either it broke...or he did.

The axe shifted in his grasp, and only then did he wake up enough to notice. It was black, with a slight tint of green to it. The hilt grew so it was the length of his body, rounding out and growing an emerald at the bottom. The axe thickened till it resembled the head of a hammer, grew until it was the size of his head. He understood now, and smirked. He turned to look at the nervous lab rats in front of him, watching them shake as the hammer acquired quite a few spikes around it. He'd done it; surely this would harm a great deal more than a person.

Something boomed outside, grabbing the rats' attention. Zephyr watched them all back away from him, their eyes pointed fearfully at something else as they started to retreat down the hall. His brow furrowed as he lowered back to the ground, resting the hammer on his shoulder as he craned his neck to see what had scared them off.

"...Oh no..." he croaked as a large shadow rose over him.