Tak
04-27-07, 08:51 AM
Personal Profile: Markrak Gifted Youth's Institute
Subject: 1019-B14
Phsyciatric Councilor: Dr. Peterson
Condition: Stable. Caution still advised.
Room #: 212
Current Status: On leave.
Name: Timothy Albert Kristians. ' Tak '
Age: 12
Race: Human / Mutant
Gender: Male
Height: 4' 10"
Weight: 87 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Honey brown.
Appearance: Male. Caucasian. Slim build. Hair is short and unkempt. Subject appears somewhat malnourished. Subject is very pale.
Behavior Report: Subject is predominantly submissive and withdrawn. Subject has, on occasion acted out in anger against faculty members. Such cases did not last long and all but one ended without blood shed. Subject has an unseen connection with animals. When granted recreation time, subject would spend his time in the kennels with the attack dogs. Subject was able to interact with the supposed trained killers without complication. Subject also spent time with Subject 1008-B14, who stayed in the adjacent room. 1008-B14 was recently reported missing.
Personal Belongings: Upon arrival the following personal belongings were confiscated from subject 1019-B14. All items have been released along with the subject.
1 Black cotton T-shirt.
1 Dark grey zip-up hooded shirt.
1 Pair faded blue jeans.
1 Pair grey underwear.
1 Pair white cotton socks.
1 Pair black sneakers.
Condition: Subject's bones are slightly more dense and durable than normal. Subject also has the ability to increase or decrease the amount of gravitational pull within a target area. Subject was also able to increase or decrease the amount of gravitational pull on his own body. Researchers have yet been able to discover the source of Subject 1019-B14's ability. Attempts to harness Subject's ability into a weapon have proved successful on several occasions. Subject has had little training, but has already been able to preform the following actions.
Gravitational Field: Radiating constantly from the Subjects body is a gravitational field that slightly lowers the amount of gravity in a three feet radius. Small objects such as pebbles, writing utensils, drops of water, etc. would levitate around the subject until he moved out of range of the objects. Subjects hair and clothes also reacted to the field, moving as if they were underwater. The gravitational field had little or no effect on living organisms.
Repulse: Subject was able to manipulate a burst of anti-gravitational energy into a ranged attack. The energy burst has been measured to create up to thirty-five pounds of pressure on a single target. When tested on live targets, the test subjects reported it feeling " like being punched in the chest by some huge guy. ".
Manipulate Gravity: Subject was able to increase or decrease the amount of gravity on a target location. Subject was able to manipulate gravitational pulls within ten feet. The amount of gravity removed and/or added was measured to be ten pounds of pressure.
Manipulate Gravity on Self: Subject was able to increase or decrease the amount of gravitational pull on his own body. The amount of gravity removed and/or added was measured to be fifty pounds. When removing gravity, subject was able to move faster and jump higher than normal, but became dazed with prolonged use. When adding gravity, subject became much heavier. This did little other than make him harder to knock down. Subject expressed extreme discomfort while preforming this action.
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" Are you ready Timmy? Today is the day you get to leave the compound. "
Tak stood silently, clutching his left arm. Even though he hated being in this place, he had become used to it. Whether he liked it or not, it was his home now, and now they were forcing him to leave. They called it a " temporary leave of absence ". Supposedly it was to see if he could function normally in society; a difficult task for one so different.
" I told you not to call me that..." said Tak softly. He was trying not to cry. His mother used to call him Timmy. Not his father. His father called him Timothy. Not his brothers, his brothers called him Tim. Only his mother called him Timmy.
Mommy...Why did you let them take me away?
" I'm sorry Timothy. I forgot you asked me not to. I won't do it anymore. Promise. "
Tak hated Dr. Perterson. He always had that fake smile on; as if he cared at all about Tak. he was just another freak as far as Dr. Peterson was concerned.
" Now Timothy, do you remember what Mr. Garrett told you? "
Maxwell Garrett was in charge of everything that happened at Makrak. He spoke to every ' patient ' who would be leaving.
" Yes. Stay on the path. Don't talk to strangers. Professor Patterson will be waiting for me outside Radasanth. "
" That's right. Professor Patterson will be taking care of you while you are on leave. He is a very nice man. "
There was that fake smile again. Tak may have been young, but he wasn't stupid. They weren't letting him go. They were just moving him to another research facility. Tak didn't understand why they moved them around so much. Every place was the same. Doctors and Professors asking dumb questions, giving you medicine that tasted horrible and made you feel tired all the time, white rooms with hard beds and cold floors. It was all the same.
" Alright Timmy. You're off. " said Dr. Peterson. Once again forgetting what Tak had asked him. Tak glared at him angrily before making his way down the long, winding path.
((Two hours later))
Tak stared blankly at the dead body of Professor Patterson. He was bleeding from the ears. It looked like he had only been killed recently. Tak looked around to see if there was anyone else, someone who may have killed him. There was no one. Only a note that lay on the Professors's chest. Tak opened the wrinkled piece of paper and read the chicken scratch hand writing.
" You are free little brother. I escaped from that horrible place. Now you have to. You're life is what you choose to do with it. I'll be watching out for you. You don't ever have to feel alone. I'll always be here for you. "
~Huey
Subject: 1019-B14
Phsyciatric Councilor: Dr. Peterson
Condition: Stable. Caution still advised.
Room #: 212
Current Status: On leave.
Name: Timothy Albert Kristians. ' Tak '
Age: 12
Race: Human / Mutant
Gender: Male
Height: 4' 10"
Weight: 87 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Honey brown.
Appearance: Male. Caucasian. Slim build. Hair is short and unkempt. Subject appears somewhat malnourished. Subject is very pale.
Behavior Report: Subject is predominantly submissive and withdrawn. Subject has, on occasion acted out in anger against faculty members. Such cases did not last long and all but one ended without blood shed. Subject has an unseen connection with animals. When granted recreation time, subject would spend his time in the kennels with the attack dogs. Subject was able to interact with the supposed trained killers without complication. Subject also spent time with Subject 1008-B14, who stayed in the adjacent room. 1008-B14 was recently reported missing.
Personal Belongings: Upon arrival the following personal belongings were confiscated from subject 1019-B14. All items have been released along with the subject.
1 Black cotton T-shirt.
1 Dark grey zip-up hooded shirt.
1 Pair faded blue jeans.
1 Pair grey underwear.
1 Pair white cotton socks.
1 Pair black sneakers.
Condition: Subject's bones are slightly more dense and durable than normal. Subject also has the ability to increase or decrease the amount of gravitational pull within a target area. Subject was also able to increase or decrease the amount of gravitational pull on his own body. Researchers have yet been able to discover the source of Subject 1019-B14's ability. Attempts to harness Subject's ability into a weapon have proved successful on several occasions. Subject has had little training, but has already been able to preform the following actions.
Gravitational Field: Radiating constantly from the Subjects body is a gravitational field that slightly lowers the amount of gravity in a three feet radius. Small objects such as pebbles, writing utensils, drops of water, etc. would levitate around the subject until he moved out of range of the objects. Subjects hair and clothes also reacted to the field, moving as if they were underwater. The gravitational field had little or no effect on living organisms.
Repulse: Subject was able to manipulate a burst of anti-gravitational energy into a ranged attack. The energy burst has been measured to create up to thirty-five pounds of pressure on a single target. When tested on live targets, the test subjects reported it feeling " like being punched in the chest by some huge guy. ".
Manipulate Gravity: Subject was able to increase or decrease the amount of gravity on a target location. Subject was able to manipulate gravitational pulls within ten feet. The amount of gravity removed and/or added was measured to be ten pounds of pressure.
Manipulate Gravity on Self: Subject was able to increase or decrease the amount of gravitational pull on his own body. The amount of gravity removed and/or added was measured to be fifty pounds. When removing gravity, subject was able to move faster and jump higher than normal, but became dazed with prolonged use. When adding gravity, subject became much heavier. This did little other than make him harder to knock down. Subject expressed extreme discomfort while preforming this action.
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" Are you ready Timmy? Today is the day you get to leave the compound. "
Tak stood silently, clutching his left arm. Even though he hated being in this place, he had become used to it. Whether he liked it or not, it was his home now, and now they were forcing him to leave. They called it a " temporary leave of absence ". Supposedly it was to see if he could function normally in society; a difficult task for one so different.
" I told you not to call me that..." said Tak softly. He was trying not to cry. His mother used to call him Timmy. Not his father. His father called him Timothy. Not his brothers, his brothers called him Tim. Only his mother called him Timmy.
Mommy...Why did you let them take me away?
" I'm sorry Timothy. I forgot you asked me not to. I won't do it anymore. Promise. "
Tak hated Dr. Perterson. He always had that fake smile on; as if he cared at all about Tak. he was just another freak as far as Dr. Peterson was concerned.
" Now Timothy, do you remember what Mr. Garrett told you? "
Maxwell Garrett was in charge of everything that happened at Makrak. He spoke to every ' patient ' who would be leaving.
" Yes. Stay on the path. Don't talk to strangers. Professor Patterson will be waiting for me outside Radasanth. "
" That's right. Professor Patterson will be taking care of you while you are on leave. He is a very nice man. "
There was that fake smile again. Tak may have been young, but he wasn't stupid. They weren't letting him go. They were just moving him to another research facility. Tak didn't understand why they moved them around so much. Every place was the same. Doctors and Professors asking dumb questions, giving you medicine that tasted horrible and made you feel tired all the time, white rooms with hard beds and cold floors. It was all the same.
" Alright Timmy. You're off. " said Dr. Peterson. Once again forgetting what Tak had asked him. Tak glared at him angrily before making his way down the long, winding path.
((Two hours later))
Tak stared blankly at the dead body of Professor Patterson. He was bleeding from the ears. It looked like he had only been killed recently. Tak looked around to see if there was anyone else, someone who may have killed him. There was no one. Only a note that lay on the Professors's chest. Tak opened the wrinkled piece of paper and read the chicken scratch hand writing.
" You are free little brother. I escaped from that horrible place. Now you have to. You're life is what you choose to do with it. I'll be watching out for you. You don't ever have to feel alone. I'll always be here for you. "
~Huey