Not....Strong enough. (Liam Dalton, Open?)

[Rex]

*Crunch* *Clink* *Bang*  *Ssssh*

Sounds of this nature, and many more seemed to be hovering around the Gymnasium today, many potential Gym goers seemed to flee from it's door's as the sounds seemed to be coming from inside. With each sound, a large tremor could follow around the surface, and surroundings of the building, along with a loud crash, one of which, would be the same caliber sound, and impact, of a car smashing into a building. The sound, and vibrations were very prevalent, and seemed to happen within random interleaves of time, never instantly repeating itself. Some took minutes, five, six, while others seemed to spanned a wait time of thirty, to almost an hour. Whatever it was, or whoever it was, it seemed it happened randomly, and with repeated effects each time, almost if as done on purpose. It wasn't until something busted though the wall of the gymnasium, that the sounds stopped. The object that flew though seemed to be a punching bag, which, upon further inspection, would hold no damage, but a single hole though the center, which seemed to tear the bag almost in half, before the wall finished the job. 

After sending one of the bag's though the frickin' wall. Rex finally stopped, allowing his red eyes to span along the wall's of the gymnasium, to see the bag's upon bag's either stuck inside the wall, or lying next to it, the impact leaving cracks behind it. He sighed, softly, and looked down at his knuckles, seeing blood slowly poor from each of em, easily tearing skin though constant use of his strength, though he seemed to not care, as his knuckles looked to be in a battered, almost exposed position, if kept up he could have reached the bone, easily. "...Not....Enough..." he seemed to say between panting breath's, and gritted teeth, as he took a roll of gauze out from his pocket, something he pocketed during one of his more recent nurse visits, and began to wrap his knuckles slowly.   

While doing this slow, and mundane task, Rex's mind couldn't help but flood with thought's. He...Normally had his mind filled with thought's and questions about the island, it's people, the factions...But today...This past week. This past month...Two topics came to mind frequently...The tournament...And how weak he's gotten. Through the past month alone, he fought two men...Two men of different powers, strengths, and weaknesses...And in those fights...He not only felt sluggish, slow, and weak...But he took a heap of damage, so much so that one male even slugged him into a building, while the other male's pressure nearly broke a bone or two. Two thing's he never though he'd experience...Happening within such a small span. And even though he beat one of the men, and tied with the other...The thought's still haunted him. He knew he couldn't afford to be weak, that even though he was away from the group, from his family, he still had people he wanted to protect, people that he could, and needed to protect. V, Xero, Monty, Nic...And even new people like Mako, and...Nyx...He wanted to be able to protect the people around him...Or at least feel like he could be useful, right now, for the first time in his life...He felt. Useless.

He finished his work on his hand's making sure they felt sturdy, and ready to go, before passing a glance over to the bag on his fair right. The last remaining punching bag left. Thinking back to it, he was most likely going to be in huge trouble over this...Something he was trying to avoid, but...To no avail it seemed. He cursed softly, rubbing a hand though his red locks. "I'll deal with that...When it comes.....I guess..." He said, before he slowly moved over to the bag, and began working again. 

Slowly, he put his fist to the bag, and pushed lightly, using his control over his powers to limit his strength, and allow it to rock back and forth for awhile. In order to get better, to get stronger...He needed his powers to grow...He needed to be able to get stronger, to have a strength that would knock down even the strongest of defense...He needed to fix his flaws...Distance...Manipulators...Time...Endurance...He needed to improve all of that...And to do so...He needed to be able to take down someone in a single punch...To be able to hold out, until he could get that one blow that could really do them in, to charge up all his power, and strike with an exploding force. If he could do that, it wouldn't matter what the other's power was, all he would need to do was get close, be close enough to strike that one, meaningful hit...And it'd be done. Slowly, Rex slid his foot back, closed his eyes, and held his fist low. He let out a small breath of air, letting it seep though his teeth. He then clenched his fist, as his body started to shake slowly, and vein's slowly started to bulge around him. His forehead, his bicep, for arm, ect. Then his abs began to slowly grow, before his muscle mass in general began to swell and increase. His fist clenched so hard, that the nail's slowly began to dig into his fist. He kept building, and building and building his strength, before both of his eyes opened, a red glow shining in both, before he let loose, smacking the back with all his force. 

The bag took the blow, and almost instantly, the bag ripped from it's chain, and split in half, before flying, in two parts, toward's the wall. The bag crashed into the wall, and broke though like before, showing two smaller holes then the one before, but the split bag seemed to land farther, and the sand trailed longer then it had prior. Slowly, very slowly, Rex brought back his hand, his body raising and falling with uneasy pants, as his normal, slimmer muscle mass returned...He slowly looked down at his hand, spotting the blood from his knuckles, and his palm, before clenching it tightly once more. "...Not....Enough..." Upon uttering that phrase, a noise, like a door opening, could be heard. Slowly Rex turned his attention to the entrance of the gym, letting out an expecting sight. Expecting a wave of prefects to rush on though.

[Liam Dalton]

"I never...."

"I never thought I would have to fight... Oh how wrong I was..." 

Silence roared throughout the Prefect Lounge as Liam sat on the large cool black sofa. Several bandages decorated the young man's body, most notably around his torso. The room was dimly light by a couple of lamps here and there. It was just enough to allow him to read the report. His report. The folder and papers held carefully in hand as he reread them for what felt like the hundredth time. But no matter how many times he scan them over. No matter how many times he looked closer - trying to read some invisible fine-print. All there was, was the same set words making up the exact same sentences that made up the exact same paper.

"Name: Liam K Dalton. Birthday: 12/7/1996 Grade: 12th, etc, etc." Everything remained the same. But he couldn't shake this feeling there was something more. Biting down on his thumb he reflected back on his encountered with Camilla, and how familiar it felt to be around her. Like he was talking to an old friend who name he had forgotten. "Then there was the match." He muttered under his breath. Liam had felt himself growing more and more confident through the fight, and started using tactics he himself wouldn't ever use. It was way to violent, and over-the-top. It felt like he was starting to turn into someone else. So, before he had crossed that line, he forfeited. His superiors would be furious as it was a direct order for him to win. 

His punishment came in the form of a vanilla envelope that had been put on his desk a few minutes earlier. His eyes shifted from his file, and onto the orders. Letting out sigh he quickly replaced the pages in his hand with the envelope, and opened it. Pulling up the papers, he quickly read them over before letting out another louder sigh. "Come on. I just got out of the nurse's office." He whined before pushing off the couch, and walking toward the gym. 

As the teen pushed through the doors he thought about how if he was anyone else, anyone else in the entire school, they would have sent a group of Prefects with him. Actually, they would have sent a commander who could choose to have their squad follow them or not. Liam was no where near that lucky. "Sir... Can I ask you to please stop?" He asked in a soft polite voice. Trying not to anger the ginger. But Liam also wasn't taking another chances either. He had heard the bangs on the way in, and seeing the holes in the wall now, he was going to be extra careful. The back of his jacket started to move as one of his tentacles grew out of his back. The Kagune waving back and forth behind him. Ready to strike should things resort to a fight. 

[Rex]

The Red haired males eyes landed on the face of the male walking in...Not exactly the force he was expecting with all the damage he had done...Though, as he began to think back to how the prefects worked, being rather safe with there men power, and seemingly throwing there stronger prefects to take out people in a one on one fashion, seeing one person, made a bit more sense. Though...For who they sent out, he didn't ring any noticeable bells. He knew who the commanders, co head, and head were of the prefects...Keeping his enemy close after all, and this male was neither a commander, nor even a vice commander, at least...That's how he view'd those teams. If anything he didn't even seem like much of a fighter, more like a desk worker if anything. He...Had to admit, he felt somewhat...Insulted.


"...Yeah...Yeah I was just about to pack it up anyway...You should...Uh...Talk to your higher ups about...Getting some better bags so y'know...That doesn't happen...As much." He...Didn't really enjoy talking with the prefects...There ranks have painted him in a less then flattering picture multiple times in the past...Heck, once he even had a group of them charge in on him for simply walking, while dressed like a thug...Or whatever stupid term they used. He walked over to his hoodie he had thrown down, and went to put it on, when he stopped. He almost forgot who he was dealing with here...The perfects...He wasn't just about to walk out of here...Was he. He turned to glance at the male once more, seemingly seeing the stance he was in. He wasn't expecting a simple nod and leave...He was expecting some kind of battle. Plus...Something about the male...Didn't sit with him well.


"...Actually..." He slowly took his coat back off, letting it fall back to the floor, before turning to the male, letting his strength unlatch from it's control, causing the ground under him to crack, just from the pressure of him standing on top of it. "...I think you're a bit tougher then those bags....Sorry in advance kid..." He rolled his neck, and turned to face him, slowly walking towards the male. With each step...Something kept flashing before his mind, something that...Didn't sit well, that was causing some, seemingly forgotten memory to flash past his head over and over...But it wasn't the same as normal. It wasn't something before the island..Or even before his gang war...It was something...Recent...Something recent, and big that he was forgetting...What...Was it?


He didn't stay spaced out for long, once he was within a decent distance of the male, he pressed his foot against the ground hard, cracking and shattering the Gym floor below him, stomping hard into it, causing the whole building to rattle and shake, before he kicked off with the same stomping force, aiming to close the distance with one powerful jump, and aim a sharp round house kick towards the males midsection, which, if connected, could send him rocketing towards the wall, sporting all the freshly beaten and torn punching bag, if the hit landed, he'd land on his feet, rolling his shoulders, and getting himself ready, if not, or if stopped he'd follow up with his second foot, twisting his whole body in the process, to aim for  the males head instead, with, seemingly the same, if not harsher results. 

[Liam Dalton]

"It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog." - Mark Twain

It was slowly becoming more, and more apparent to the Prefect how often he found himself applying famous quotes to the situations he found himself in. But nonetheless the words bounced around within Liam's skull as he stood on the opposite end of his potential opponent.The two-toned-haired male tried his best to appear as brave as possible, but even then, Liam still knew that things would quickly become disastrous if they broke out into a fight. After all, he could tell from looking at his foe that he certainly was no pushover. It certainly would explain the ball of anxiety that rested within his chest.

He felt... Overwhelmed. And he had a gut feeling that Rex might have felt similar, but with the roles being reversed. Instead of feeling overwhelmed he felt the opposite.

He just hoped that the wise words of the author would prove to be true. After all, Liam might of had the Government's training on his side, but he still was a German Shepherd facing off against a Timber Wolf. "....Alright, I'm willing to le-" He waited a moment to respond to the other male’s fragmented sentences. Speaking up once the ginger had gathered up his belongings, but was shortly cut off when Rex decided to speak up again. The Prefect remained silent, and widen his stance slightly once Rex unlatched his restraints. Preparing himself incase tremors were to follow the cracks in the floor.


“....” He remained quiet as the boxer started to make his way towards him, his hands raising up into a well placed guard as his jaw tightened. Of course he wasn’t going to walk away. His superiors would never send him by himself if it was going to be that easy. In their eyes, he needed to be taught a lesson, one that involved lots of bruises and broken bones. “I really hope that meat bags are stronger than punching bags.” He muttered under his breath right before Rex shattered the floor, and jumped straight towards him. “He’s quick!” Liam thought to himself as his eyes widen as Rex was suddenly directly in-front of him, with a kick aimed right at his chest.


However, Liam was also quick, and his Kagune even quicker.

The glowing tentacle lashed out in the blink of an eye the moment a single thought went through Liam’s mind; Block. The massive appendage went to slam against the superhuman’s leg. The Aranea Kagune hardening to become as strong as reinforced steel while it tried to hold off the blow, but even then Liam still felt the force of the kick as he skidded back a few inches from the sheer force. Then came Rex’s follow up attack, another well timed kick. This time aimed for the side of his head, but again Liam respond quickly. He arched his back to allow the kick to pass over head. The wind it created causing his hair to flutter around to reveal that one of his eyes had turned black and red. Signaling that Rc Cells were flooding his body.

And just as the kick passed harmlessly. Liam’s tentacle quickly tried to wrap itself around the man’s leg, (The first kick) and tightened like a anaconda. Then with a snap it would try to fling the ginger through the air, and send him flying toward the bleachers on the other end of the gym. “My turn.”

[Rex]

Bam! A nice firm connection was felt when Rex's foot seemed to smash into his target. He read to follow up with a possible jump, or dash...But something wasn't right, he knew it almost instantly once his foot hit it's target...The male hadn't moved an inch, and whatever it was that did take his attack, he knew for certain it wasn't flesh, or if it was, it was flesh hardened to that of steel. Feeling the snake like appendage wrap around his leg, Rex only had a quick moment to down and see what exactly was going on. Tendrils. The black tendrils were slithering out from behind the male. Before Rex could count, or see the way that they seemed to move, he was lifted off the floor. He reached down, aiming to grip the ground and hold himself still, but the flick was to fast, and it sent him flying towards the wall. He needed to think...To React fast.


So he did, before he was even halfway towards the wall, he noted the way his body was spinning, and aimed himself quickly so that once he finally did hit the wall, he'd connect feet first. From there he landed crashing into it tightly, to the point that his whole body was vertical to the ground. Then, once again his quick reflexes kicked in, allowing him to kick off the wall, right at the point where the force rushed into it, pushing off of it with his own intense strength, and fighting against it to fly himself right back into the fight, the wall cracking before out right shattering after his feet left it. He then flew in toward Liam once again, his fists crossed in an X like style over his face, aimed to block, and bat away any tendrils in way of his flight.


Once he got close, he went to pull his right fist back, and throw it in a powerful punch, throwing in the added strength that was awarded to him recently. He pushed huge ounces of power into it, aiming to push, or beat back any tendrils that might possibly plan on stopping him, with a punch, leveling higher then steel this time, knowing that he can throw punches like this without threat of killing or maiming the person he's aimed them at. This punch was aimed right for Liam's stomach, and wasn't planning on being stopped by nothing. If the blow landed, he wouldn't stop his force either allowing him to keep shooting towards the opposite wall, his fist connected all along to the males stomach, or blocking tendrils


If the punch continued, and he was able to keep the force, and movement going, he'd slowly start to land onto the ground, one powerful tremor inducing step at a time, before continuing the speed in a huge dash towards the opposite wall, aiming to completely smash Liam right through it, and into the area outside, his eyes were fierce, his fist and teeth were clenched, he was ready to send the boy flying if need be. He wasn't about to lose to anyone anymore...And Liam would be the first example, of this new...Stronger Rex...He had to feel bad a bit for the boy...There was no easy way, to be an 'example' for Rex. No easy way at all.

[Liam Dalton]

"It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog." - Mark Twain

Rex was strong; a fact that had been made clear to him the moment his kick striked against his Kagune, and still managed to pushed Liam back a few inches. In hindsight, it was very impressive considering the great deal of strength each tentacle possessed individually, but given the circumstances. Liam didn't exactly have time to admire his opponent's physical capabilities. Instead he had to needed to think of way to overcome this hurtle in-front of him.  He gritted his teeth from the effort needed to hold off the kick, and then quickly leap into his counter-attack. Which was to grab Rex, and throw him at the wall on the opposite end of the room.  Trying to injure him without any severity, and putting some distance between them. That way Liam would be able to use his tentacle to keep him at bay. 

And it seemed that it was going to work. The Prefect had managed to get a hold of the ginger, and had sent him spiraling toward the bleachers. However, things quickly took a turn for the worst when the Red King corrected his flight path, and made it so he hit the wall feet first, instead of the intended head first. And in that small frame of time, Liam instantly knew that Rex was far from being out of the fight. He watched with widen eyes as the surface of the wall quickly cracked, and shattered like glass when the ginger rocketed off of it.

Liam's body automatically started to move to counter, and his tentacle lashed out once again to try and smack Rex away. But it seemed like the larger male was prepared - batting away his attack. His eyes widening to the size of saucers as Rex pushed forward, and aimed a punch at his core. Liam tried to respond as quickly as possible, but he was to slow, and before he could even blink he was been sent flying towards the wall. His eyes bulging from the pain as blood escaped his mouth with a painful "Blah!" 

His vision started to blur as he almost slipped into unconsciousness. Only hanging on by a thread through sheer willpower, and that was enough for Liam to try and save himself. 

The Prefect Trainer's body quickly moved into action, and Rc Cells started flow through his body. Increasing his physical capabilities slightly while another Aranea Kagune (Tendril) sprouted from his lower back just before he hit the wall. Cushioning the impact just enough for him crash through it without any fatal injuries. However, Liam didn't escape without any wounds. His entire body ached, and he had several gashes over him. Blood spilled down his right arm, the left side of his forehead, and the worst of all his back.

"He's to strong.... I-i can't win.." He muttered through ragged breathes. Was this what it felt like to fight such a one-sided battle? To know that no matter how hard he tried he wouldn't be able to beat his opponent? It hurt. It hurt so much... He didn't want to do this anymore.. He hated fighting! Why did he have to always be the one to risk his life!? However, Liam wasn't going to get much time to pity himself. He felt the tremor, and his for once in his life Liam's eyes widen with fear and despair. "He's going to kill me!" He thought to himself as Rex appeared in-front of him with another blow straight at him. He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to see what was gonna happen to him. 

Then right at that moment something changed, and right before Rex's fist was about to hit him. Liam's body burst with energy as electricity exploded from his body. Lightning bolts containing billions of volts were all aimed at Rex to try and blast him away from the two-toned haired Prefect. "Don't make me laugh!" He shouted with a different tone as he stood up, and glared at the Human Rook. "I am the strongest! And I won't ever allow you to lose Liam!" He said arrogantly with a confident smirk as he stepped out of the rumble. The sparks of electricity that covered his body disappearing.

"Tsk. Not yet huh?" He muttered to himself while he examined his body as if he hadn't seen it in a long time. "Oh well. I'll just have to show you how to use these powers." Then as if one cue the remaining four tentacles (Now equally six) sprouted from his lower-back while his massive snake-tail Kagune grew from his tail bone. All of them anxiously moving behind the young male.  


 

 
 

[Rex]

Drip...Drip...Drip

'W..What is?'

'..W...k....u....' Ringing. All Rex could hear, was ringing. A constant, low, hum that endlessly repeated itself. To top it off, it paired itself off well...With the warm liquid that ran free from both of his ears. 'G....t.......p...' His mind tried to put everything together...Tried to piece together just what had happened...But all he could see flash over and over in his mind was, white. Just constant flashes of white, mixed with the constant hums, and the warm feeling surrounding him all over. It all worked together to give him a feeling of...Unease...Just a perfectly feel of uneasiness. 'c....m.....n....' What...Was he doing again?...Why was...Why was he here...Where...Was here. He tried to...He tried to look around, hoping his gaze would answer his question...But it only left him with more questions. His body didn't listen to him, and the only thing his eyes could see, was a ceiling. Okay, he was inside...But wait when did he..? His eyes tried to scan for more...Anything else. Railings...Hanging lights...The gym? He questioned, and suddenly a rush of thoughts began to rush back to him...All at once. "...A..h?"He knew where he was...And what he was doing now...And knew what he needed to do. 

'wake up....Get up....Come on'

Ever so slowly, Rex began to command his body to move...Against it's will. First his right arm, pushing himself up onto his side...Then his left, pushing himself up into a sitting position. From there, the picture began to piece itself together even more. The warm, overarching feeling was the feeling of his blood...Running down multiple parts of his body. From his right arm, which he was amazed even moved. To the sides of his face, which ran a constant stream of blood down his face, and off his jaw. Of course, his eyes did find pieces of the puzzle he didn't think of...Including the sharp jagged pieces of..Something in his back. The dark brown burn showing on his now bare open chest. And the condition of his clothing, which were left in rags on his person. 

'You're not finished yet....Almost there.'

With a slow shake of his head, and another wave of forced movement, he pushed his body further. He used his hands to turn himself around, and pulled up his right leg, bringing his left knee up into a kneeling position. Then, with a finally push, he made his way back up to his feet. With the whole arena in sight once more, his mind was finally able to piece...Everything together. The dripping sound...His blood. The sharp pains in his back...When he looked forward, he saw a long, body sized, carving in the floor...Leading from where he once stood...To where he was now. The waves of pain, and warmness running across his body...The flashes of white running across his vision, and mind...And the horrible buzz like ringing in his ears...Liam. 

'It might be time...Take no prisoners.'

A coy smile...Played across the broken red heads face, before a choked up laugh ring clear through the air. As time grew, the laugh grew louder, and louder, and louder. After a few minute or two of just...Laughter, he slowly brought both of his tired eyes up, locking them tightly onto Liam's. "....Amazing....Simply amazing....You never....You never cease to amaze me...." He spoke softly, just barley above a whisper, but allowed it to be loud enough for him to barely pick it up. He was clearly onto something...Or talking about something...But with him knowing little to nothing about Liam...It was hard to see what that was. "Think...It's time I showed you...Some more respect." He spoke, and even though his words again seemed questioning, and he seemed like he was planning out something big and massive...This was the first time, during this whole fight...Or possibly, the whole time he was on this island...That his mind was shut off. He didn't need it for this...He didn't need it to finally piece this looming question together. It all...Finally...Made sense. All of it. "So...I think I'll show you...What I've been doing without you...Bud." He said, as he held out his able arm to Liam. His fist clenched, and pointed directly at Liam. "Tell me what you think..."

"Chandler..."

With his final word, and a clenching of his outstretched fist, the phenomena began. The red head's whole body began to vibrate with...What could only be considered pure rushes of power. "Haaa...." The vibrating continued for quite a bit, leading to some pops in veins, and some fluctuating of the males muscle structure. Then, all of a sudden, the shaking stopped, and a new phenomena began to happen...The sudden swelling and growing of the males muscles. Almost, as if on cue, the males body began to bulged, and buff up, causing his muscles all around to become enlarged. "Ssssssssh..." With a finally escape of air through his clenched teeth, the final result of the increase was shown, allowing for Liam...Or the newly awakened chandler, to see the red head's 'new' form. The males before basic muscle tone, was re defined into a chizzled,  much huger build. With the 'transformation' finished, he slowly focused his gaze up onto Chandler once more. With a crane of his neck, and a cracking of his knuckles on his free hand, he sneered at the male, before speaking, in a lower grumble then normal. "I hope you're ready. I'm not about to hold back."

After he finished his words, he looked down at his palm, opening and closing it a few times, before clenching it tightly. "..." He then slowly nodded, and slowly bent his legs down. It was time to take this new power...For a test run. With that in mind, he made sure to build power deep into his legs, before suddenly using it all at once, and rocketing himself forward. Thanks to the amazingly violent tremor, from his newly aquired strength, the gym building not only shook...But began to completly fall apart! Cracks started to forum from where he took off from, and started to expand outwards and upwards, quickly expanding up the building walls, and up to the roof, where it began to cause large chunks of the roof to fall in on itself, falling down on the two below. Just with one instance of power...He'd taken this building down, and he wasn't done yet. Using the sudden chaos of the collasping building, Rex rocketed towards Chandler, pulling his able arm back, and opening his palm, aiming to slam his palm into Chandlers chest, and push forward, to send him soaring into the forest outside of the gym area...Aiming to show him just what this boost of power was capable of.

[Liam Dalton]

The traitor stared down at his hand - fingers repeatedly curling into a fist. The boy's gem-like hues lingering on his fist as musings passed through his mind. How long had it been? Little over a year since he felt in control? To sit in the polite seat of his own body? It felt foreign - probably due to the design changes Liam made, but it was also incredibly familiar. Like re-wearing a hand-me-hand shirt he once owned, and had given to his brother. Expect Chandler hadn't given-up his body and free-will. It was taken from him.

Yet, even then, the once-upon-a-time Goldilocks sympathized with his more timid persona. "Is this what it feels like Khaull?" He muttered on his breath. Was this what it felt like to be the monster within? Waiting to break free? Chandler's jaw clenched at the thought. His fragmented mind trying to rationalize the conflicting raw anger, and pity he felt. However, before the Prefect could try, and put himself back together. He was distracted by some rumbling happening across the room. He blinked a few times as Rex picked himself back-up. Indicating that Chandler had completely forgotten about the man. 

"Only if I can rate whatever-your-gonna-do with a thumbs up or down." Chandler promptly responded with a dash of sarcasm.  

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