forum The Wannabes (Superhero/Dystopia/Fantasy/Sci-FI RP) (CLOSED)

Started June 11, 2018 by @ThatBackgroundSlytherin

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It didn't work. And she would've been to late anyways. "Wait! Please…" Koko ran over to the guards.

They dragged him to the containment room and sealed the door. The lights flicked on.

Luckily, the ice had stopped before they reached the room. Maddox sat in the corner, terrified and confused. What are they going to do to me? I don't wanna die! He hid his face in his arms, trembling.

A voice came over the speakers. "It's okay. We're not gonna hurt you. We just heard there was an…issue with your powers."

Koko sobbed now, seeing as they wouldn't listen. Who knew this would spawn from throwing a few snowballs?

"What… w-what're you going to do with me?" Tears stung Maddox's eyes as he looked around for the source of the voice.

(We're focusing on Maddox rn)
"We're not gonna hurt you. You seemed to be struggling controlling your powers."

"I'm… f-fine…" Maddox lied, frost already beginning to form in the corner he was sitting in.

"Calm down. Report to the medic and he'll give you something to calm you down and even out your powers."

"Er… where is he?" He brushed some ice out of his hair.

"He's on the south side of the compound. There's a sign that says medic."

"…O-Okay." Maddox opened the door and looked around for the medic, trying his best not to freeze random things. He eventually found the door and knocked on it anxiously, his fist leaving a bit of frost on the metal.

The door swung open. "Oh hey Maddox. I'll be with you in a minute we got some super speed boy who's having a panic attack."

How does he know my name?! Maddox nodded and sat down in a chair in silence, faintly aware of the fact that it was freezing solid.

The medic glanced at him. "Don't do that to the furniture please. It's mahogany."

"S-Sorry, that's… kind of why I'm here…" He stood up, a pink tint rising to his pale cheeks.

"Oh well lemme finish up with this guy and I'll get to you." He smiled.

"Okay…" Maddox stood in the corner, looking around the room. Snowflakes were forming around him again, and he clenched his hands into fists as though he actually expected it to work.

Megan shook her head in disappointment. Who tackles a person when they're zoning out?