So much had happened. Adam Sato had finally apprehended Roxy, who'd been going by the villain name Scarlette. He'd been left with no option and used his Judo skills to snap her arm. He'd been left with no choice, given she had a gun, and he'd already watched her try to kill a man. He also learned a lot about her, more than he ever could have imagined. He was the first person aside from her mom and sibling to learn her entire history. While he regretted it he'd had no choice but to arrest her, snapped arm and all.

When she was finally apprehended she was oddly sent straight to Blackgate. It was known she was an ally of Red Hood and the mob bosses still in business had put a bounty on her head, a large bounty. Something even the guards couldn't pass up. But Helena had begged JJ for help, knowing he was Blue Bat. JJ had called in every potential favor and now owed countless others. He got Wayne Industries lawyers as well as SHIELD lawyers to help him release Roxy into his custody. He'd hoped for her to leave with Helena and Vic, but they needed to be investigated. So for the time being JJ was her foster father. it was odd, but JJ was fine with it and Barby was excited to have a step-sister.

The problem is JJ and Roxy never made it to his penthouse where Helena and Vic had been waiting along with @madrox, Dinah Grayson and Adam. They'd gone looking and found the car upside down with no doors and JJ a block away unconscious and frozen to the trunk of a tree. He kept mumbling things about green, blue and red blurs. His senses couldn't keep up. There was no trace of Roxy and they called in all the help they could. Edward Church and May had been called in to act like bloodhounds but found no trace. The Titans and even the Rogues were called in to help look for her. Of course the Rogues had been summoned by Owen Merlowe, but still, they needed help. Anyone who could fly was surveying the area, looking for any trace.

Meanwhile Roxy was in the grasp of Chari, who'd taken her for one specific reason. After a variety of torture methods she'd asked Roxy to record a message for Adam, asking him to turn himself in to her. After spitting at Chari and yelling a variety of insults Chari was left with no option, which Adam would soon find out.

Adam was helping with the search when he heard a young girl asking for his help from down an alley. He went to help, ever the hero, and found one of Chari's daughters, Via, who handed him a box. Inside was a human tongue with pictures of it being removed from Roxy. There was also a note:

Adam,
I asked your little friend to record a message but she refused. So I realized she had no need for a tongue. If you come with my daughter Roxy will be released and no other harm will come to her. If you talk to anyone else, or try to get someone to follow you, I'll let let the guard take turns with her before parts are delivered one by one, every hour on the hour. The choice is yours...

Adam had no choice, so clutching the box he nodded to the girl before him. The little girl grabbed him and took off, unnoticed. He ended up in a lab. In front of him was a cage, the door open. Beside it was a cage with a bleeding and crying Roxy who mutely begged him to run. He said nothing and stepped inside as the woman, Chari, slammed the door shut. Roxy's door was opened and in a green blur she was grabbed and flown away.

A crying Roxy stumbled out of an alley heading towards her parents and the search party. She was covered in blood and her clothes were torn for the beating she'd received. On her chest were pictures of her tongue being removed, Adam in a cell and a note.

'Roxy was rude so her tongue belongs to me now.
Adam is also mine. Should
anyone try to find him I will begin killing
anyone who knows him one by one.
Adam is gone, move on.'

Now Chari had Adam strapped down to a table shirtless and ready to go. She began pacing back and forth in front of him smirking.

"I kept my word, Roxy is in Gotham Memorial Hospital right now. They're trying to teach her sign language, it's humorous to watch really. She really isn't that smart, it's adorable."

She grabbed a tazer from a table and smiled.

"You see Adam, inside you is the key to granting powers and genetic manipulation. All we have to do is expose you to a variety of stimuli to see what happens."

She said before driving the tazer into his shirtless stomach and shocking him before pulling back.

"Anything? Shame..."

She said before grabbing a scalpel.

"Not gonna lie...this is really going to hurt."

Adam did his best to put forth a facade of carelessness, of casual interest in what was going on around him, but his rapid breathing betrayed his own nervousness as he cast his mind over all the decisions that had lead to this moment. He was looking for a mistake, something he had done wrong that had placed him at the mercy of the woman pacing in front of him.

Unfortunately, he came up with nothing. No, he couldn't have NOT gone looking for Roxy. Not after everything that had happened, everything they'd been through. Which search? It didn't really matter, he wouldn't have avoided either of them. So that scratched out the first chance to avoid this. Not come to the aid of a small child in need? Sure, it had been a trap, but what if it hadn't been? He couldn't have risked that!
So, there was another 'mistake' he couldn't have scratched from the list.
...And of course, there was simply no way he couldn't have given in to the demands when he was shown those pictures. Perhaps he should have tried to contact another hero or heroes? Maybe, but he wasn't the clever type. He punched things really well and that was about the size of his skillset.

So, in the end, Adam determined that this outcome was inevitable. It did precious little to make him feel better. After a moment, though, he realized that the woman was speaking to him. It took a few moments to screw up his courage and get his tone sounding, what he hoped, was appropriately cocky. "She's a lot smarter than you think. And I'll bet my friends will have figured out where I am aaaany minute." He added. Of course, these remarks seemed not to register with his captor who continued speaking about what was going to happen.

The rookie hero had a sinking feeling in his stomach when she mentioned 'variety of stimuli'. "Actually, I'm underage." He tried to offer weakly. "I think I need my mother to sign a consent form for these tests!"

He probably would have continued rambling out excuses if the tazer hadn't been used on him. Any words Adam might have had trailed off into a single yell of pain. Sure, he'd been hurt before, but that was usually in a fight, he was prepared to get hurt there... and in spite of his costume, he'd had a pretty good record for avoiding getting stabbed or shot.

As he was regaining his wits the young man heard the doctor (was she really a doctor?) speak again, his eyes focusing nervously on the scalpel. "Shouldn't we build up more incrementally? That's kind of a big jump. Maybe the tazer just needs a little longer to work?"

Chari had been trying to figure out how to get Adam for the longest time. As soon as she heard about him and the secrets his genes had locked inside them. She could make an army so strong that no one would be able to stop Julius. Her job was to ensure that Julius couldn't be stopped, and this would make it happen. It wasn't easy to grab him, she needed to put a lot of things in play first. Of course her siding with the Red Hood was all she needed to get her in the right place. She used a few connections of Julius' to make sure that Roxy got released, who she got released to was irrelevant. Then she had her daughters take her and take care of whoever was driving, she'd prefer them left alive but it wasn't important, Roxy was.

But now she had Adam strapped to a table and was going to go through a series of tortures. All initial scans showed he had both an X-gene and meta-gene, or at least some traces of a latent one. The fact it hadn't come out yet wasn't a good sign, but still, she had a series of plans. As he made the comment about the tazer not being on long enough she simply swung the active tazer, hitting him in the face.

"Did that work? No? You're not flying or reading my mind? Because if you were reading my mind, you'd be terrified right now."

She said setting the tazer down and walking towards him. She took him by the face, despite the burn mark and bruise that would be forming and leaned in close.

"Ya see Adam, if this doesn't work out...then, well..."

She turned his head towards the blood stained cage where Roxy had been kept and smiled.

"...I'll just have to grab your little friend again. Maybe watching her torture sessions would trigger something."

She stepped back and began to slowly drag the scalpel down his bare chest and smiled.

"Then of course if that doesn't work there are so many others, you're quite popular. There's your darling girlfriend Mari, who right now is searching Central City for you. I had my daughters lay down a massive sent trail there. Then there's Aaron, my boss and some of his allies have been watching him anyways. But no, failing Roxanne and Mari, I know just who I would grab."

She said with a smile, beginning to slowly cut a section of his skin away. She started to slowly peel it, smiling before setting the scalpel down. She began to slowly pull the skin away, stopping part way.

"See a boy only has one really important woman in his life, dear old mom..."

She said before grabbing an adrenaline needle and flipping it around in her hand and smirking, then jabbed it into his chest.

"I'm sure the soldiers would have such fun trying to figure out just how flexible she is and how much she can take. Well, with what's left of her. They may be tired though. I mean after Roxy and Mari, they're only human...for now."

She said before pushing the plunger down on the syringe. She knew skinning him could put him into shock. Plus the extra energy could trigger something. If this failed she had a lot more to do. This would be a very long session, good thing she didn't need to eat.

The young hero in question was still struggling to come up with a plan of escape, not an easy task when someone is tasering you in the face, though. The end result was his line of thought breaking down into several long curses as he craned his neck, looking around the room as a whole. Anything he could use as a weapon, anything that might provide an egress. Although, even if he noticed something... there was still the problem of reaching it.

I really wish I was smarter. Was the only lament Adam really had, though. Most superheroes seemed to double as geniuses who could escape any trap, so why was he stuck to an operating table right now? Eventually, though he became aware of a short pause in the conversation, or rather monologue.

"No!" He shouted as Roxy was brought back into the equation. "No, we had a deal. I'm here, she's not!" There probably would have been more shouting from the boy in question if not for the scalpel which just elicited a long hiss from him.

But, hissing became yelling quickly enough. Of all the different kinds of pain Adam had experienced in his life so far, most of it had been blunt trauma, or the occasional bone break. Being deliberately cut, having sections of his skin peeled away was all new, and all agonizing as he tried to shut out the sensations... almost completely unsuccessfully, he looked for any sensory input, even if it was his captors words.

"No!" He gasped out, heart rate rising as much from the torture as from Chari's threats. "Nonono, just let them be!" He was trying to sound insistent, forceful... but all that was coming out was agonized pleading, really. At least, that was the tone until he was given the injection. The sudden surge in his heart rate only increased from that part, his words running together into a single long sentence as he struggled against his restraints all the harder.

"Leave them all alone!" Adam was trying again to control any part of the situation, straining each of his muscles in an effort to escape his bindings, regardless of how likely (to him) it was that it could happen.

"A deal? Adam I'm a villain, I get paid very good money to be evil and do terrible things. But no more harm will come to her, provided you give me what I want. All I want from you is that secret currently locked away in your DNA. See, the right amount of stress should activate your meta-gene"

She grabbed him by the jaw as he pleaded and laughed. This was when she truly was at home. When she had someone tied down and was causing intense pain. She loved the look of fear and desperation in his eyes as he lay there helplessly.

"Shhh Adam, your pleading will only prolong your suffering. If you want to ensure the ladies stay safe then give me what I want. Give in to the anger, let the power wash over you. Then you can go home and put this nastiness behind you. Well, for a short time."

Of course eventually an army would sweep across the nation with similar powers to his. Of course it was possible he'd have the power to stop them, but she had a few plans in place. Adam wouldn't be the hero, he would be the cause of the world falling to her master. She smiled and let go of his jaw before slapping him across the face. She turned around and began examining the table of tools, whistling 'POP! Goes the Weasel' as she rummaged, looking for something fun.

"Ah yes, this should do the trick."

She said turning around holding what looked like a razor sharp ice cream scoop.

"You know Adam, you don't really need two eyes. Plus then you can pretend to be a pirate, so there's that. Well, provided you give me what I want and survive. Now hold still, I'd hate to mess this up and hurt you."

She said with a laugh as she used her free hand to pry open his eye.

Adam was thrashing harder at his restraints, certain he'd seen enough movies and heard enough stories that if he could just twist them enough to get a kink into them, he could start tearing, using them to rub against themselves. But with all the extra adrenaline pumping in his body now he kept darting his eyes elsewhere, following Chari's lips while she talked, before moving to other parts of the room. If he'd paid more attention in some of his science classes, he might realize that under stressful situations and adrenaline rush can actually be detrimental. It hinders the ability to focus and can even turn well-trodden areas unrecognizable. (Resulting in people going the wrong way in workplace disasters, for instance). To say nothing of what could happen to a young man, in unfamiliar circumstances, being tortured and simply traumatized out of his mind.

But, he struggled to push the emotions down, setting his jaw as stubbornly as possible. "Money... how much is 'good money' to you? Bribery is an open option, right?" He asked, and it took a conscious effort to slow his speech down. To stop it from running together as he tried to force the words out as he inhaled quickly.

"My anger-?" He mumbled, or rather, though he mumbled, it was hard to tell with his mouth being squeezed. "Ever watch that-that Charles Manson interview?" Adam was rambling now, he might have been told it would prolong the inevitable, but it gave him something to focus on besides the threats and the pain. "The one where he tells the interviewer 'If I started killing people... there'd be none of you left'? Yeah, yeah, that's what'd be happening right now if I gave in."

Okay, that wasn't strictly true. He was still holding out hope that he could pull off some last minute victory, casting his mind back to the stories he'd heard of the Justice Society and how they all seemed to specialize in it. Part of him wondering just what his mother would do right now... of course she wouldn't be capable of getting tortured, so that didn't help much.

"I'd chain you to this thing and set the building on fire." Adam had to wonder, briefly, how obvious it was that he was just rambling in an effort to look tough. To appear cool and collected.

That illusion of control, however, failed him utterly when he saw the 'ice cream scoop' and swallowed hard.

"No-" He began protesting vociferously, straining all of his muscles against his bindings, throwing his body back against the mattress itself, hoping SOMETHING would have a little give. "Nonono, I DO need both eyes, I'm a martial artist. Depth perception is very useful in that line of work! And-and if you want me as some kind of-of tool, then it would take too long for me to re-adjust to my vision being off-center and the lack of depth. It's a bad plan all around!
And besides-besides once you start lopping things off of me there really isn't any way to escalate from there, you're taking your leaps too big!"

Even as he ran his mouth though, one though bubbled to the surface of his mind.
I'm terrible at this...
It was an odd feeling. It had been a long time since Adam had felt anything but absolute confidence in himself and his abilities.

"Oh sweetie, you couldn't afford me. It's cute that you think you can buy me though. You see there's no payday that could compete with....this...."

She said poking the wound and looking at the blood. She licked it off her finger and laughed. Yes she was insane and she was probably enjoying this too much. But the powers needed to be activated and stress was best at doing that. Sure there were other things such as chemicals and so forth but that was too unpredictable. Sure she could hit him with some Kick and see what happens but this was more fun. Of course she did have Kick on hand just in case this failed to work.

"Yes...anger. Anger is the one true feeling everyone can relate to. Even those who may wish to believe they don't. I bet even you hadn't experienced anger...true anger until you saw your dearest Roxy. Oh she was such a fun toy. The look of fear and pain mixed in her eyes as I slowly cut her tongue from her mouth. The look of defiance as I hit her again and again with...well everything. But not the arm, no, that was you. Even I have never snapped the arm of a friend."

She said with a laugh. Of course the lough grew as he threatened her. With a smile she leaned against him almost in a mock swoon before flicking the exposed muscle on the skin she'd cut away.

"I do love a man who has a sense of foreplay. But I do warn you. Make sure I die....or you will regret it. You see I would never kill you intentionally, you're too valuable. But...I will kill every single person you are close to. Family, friends, that guy who works at the corner convenience store you occasionally make small talk with, and you'll know it was me. I have been studying the human body for years. I can hang someone with their own intestines, ensuring they die of strangulation first. I am not some bumbling mugger or pathetic thief I am someone who can show you true evil, the darkest humanity has to offer."

She said with a smile. She wandered away from him. It was easy to get distracted sometimes, but this was entirely different. He had incredible secrets locked inside him and she was going to get them out by any means necessary. She had already proven that and was continuing to prove it by the way she was torturing him. Honestly she hadn't expected it to take this long. But she stopped as she was about to remove his eye.

"Ya know what Adam, you're right. It's possible your powers manifested and they're lame and passive. Not everyone get pyrokinesis or telepathy after all."

She placed the scoop is his hand bladed end first and smiled.

"Be a dear and hold that for me."

She knew she'd just given him the means to escape, she was curious as to if he'd try.

"Girls be dears and watch mommy's guest for her while I grab a scanner."

Out of a side room three young girls, about 8, came in. They were all related and nearly identical in look. The only difference were hair styles and eye color. They surrounded him and examined him closely.

'Think mom will get mad if we play too?'

'I dunno. She seems pretty fond of this one. I mean he's still alive for starters.'

'We never get to have any fun.'

Another gasp came from Adam when his captor had jostled his wound again. If he hadn't been so thoroughly confused, frightened and... well, panicky, he might have had a remark to make about her tasting his blood. But no, even with his rambling, Adam was quickly losing his ability to form a rational remark or thought. In spite of the hazy panic though Chari's voice was still able to cut through his thoughts. Probably because of the importance that was being attached to it.

"Anger? I dunno, I'm getting an awful lot of emotions right now." He started babbling again. Talking was good, talking meant she wasn't doing something else. or at least, it let him focus on something besides whatever pains he was feeling. He was shaking his head fiercely again while she talked though. About Roxy, about her arm specifically. "Someone as sadistic as you? I'm not sure you ever HAD friends to hurt. Or someone who needed sense smacked into them." The rookie hero added. It was only beginning to dawn on him that, yes, he'd taken a challenge that was out of his league. Real life didn't have a 'sorting algorithm of evil' that made sure his opponents were matched to his level... and this woman was outside of his current level. Hell, for some she was probably a final boss-tier criminal. A fact she was admitting fairly freely with her remarks about 'darkness.

Any further musings on the subject were swiftly forgotten, though, when another sting went through his muscle, another angry hiss coming from his lips as he grunted and twisted against his restraints once more. Heart pounding in his chest as he tried to focus on Chari once more. "Trust me... if I had a power like pyrokinesis, you'd be seeing some fireworks right now." He ground out. "Personally, I wish it was telepathy. It'd be fun to see what horrifies YOU." But the woman was lost in her own world again before 'handing' him the blade, the blade cutting into his hand slightly as his body strained against his restraints again. Feeling, for a moment, as if they were starting to have give...

But it was a banished thought as he tried to adjust the position of the small blade in his hands, attempting to cut the restraint on his hand, almost to the point of ignoring his surroundings. At least until he became aware of a trio of small children watching him. He kept his hand working, though, attempting to cut himself free. If he had any consideration that this was a trap, he was pushing it away instead to stare at those children.

"Aren't you a little young to be this inured to gore? Most girls I knew at your size would be pretty grossed out here..."

The girls examined him, either not responding just yet because they shouldn't or they had nothing to say. Thana, the one in green pressed her hand on his thigh and then proceeded to keep pressing. She could easily snap his femur without trying but instead was going slow. However she did intend to break his leg. She didn't quite know just enough yet to know that it could cause him to go into shock or even kill him if the fractured bone hit an artery. But she seemed to almost be possessed with hurting him, on a different level than his mother. Chari's pain was for purpose, in this case. Thana wanted to simply hurt the man, to see the look of pain and agony on his face.

'Stop it or I'm telling mom!'

'Shhh, just a little more, I'm almost there.'

"THANA KELLY HARKINS!"

At the sound of Chari yelling Thana instantly sank back scolded. Chari came back, a device in one hand and swatted Thana on the butt with the other. SHe couldn't actually spank her, her musculature was too dense. However there was more the psychological aspect. Mom was made and instantly the other two girls sank back, no one making eye contact.

"I was curious as to if he'd break out or try and convince you to help him escape. But nothing. Now Thana to your room the other two of you have exercises. I'll be in to test you later. Now go."

In three different colored blurs they were gone before Chari could even say the 'O' in 'go'. Chari then turned her attention back to Adam and gently patted him on the cheek.

"Sorry about that, kids will be kids."

She looked down at his hand and noticed he'd been trying to cut himself free.

"Just out of curiosity what is your plan? Say you cut yourself free, then what? You think you can take me?"

She grabbed the scalpel from earlier and sliced her own throat and just as quickly the wound sealed itself. She maintained eye contact the entire time despite fighting to collapse.

"Sure you could do enough damage to stop me but you don't have it in you to try and kill me. But even if you did, what next? My girls would have pieces of you raining on Titan Tower before you looked up from my body. But say you get past me and them, now what? You have no idea how many soldiers are here, what they're armed with, how to get out or even where you are. So just relax, let me do my thing and try and activate any powers you might have."

She grabbed the eye remover she'd placed in his hand and placed it in his mouth the long way lit a horse's bit. She then took two wires from the device she'd been holding and drove them into his flesh.

"Now focus Adam. The wires are checking you on a genetic level for any ACTIVATED powers."

The device began to flash red and buzz before she threw it to the ground, ripping the wires from his flesh. She took the things from his mouth and slapped him before unlatching one of his hands.

"You're useless. You know what I'm going to do? Kill you, skin you and since you were so uselessly annoying I'm going to let the guards take turns wearing your face as they 'visit' your mother, Mari, Roxy, Aaron, Ed, really anyone you've even met, before killing them. You may be the greatest super-serial killer of all time. Oh, by that I mean someone who serial killers 'Supers'. But ya know, semantics."

Then without another word she punched him in the stomach before grabbing him by the throat and beginning to squeeze.

"DO SOMETHING!"

The lack of response from the trio of girls had been unnerving enough, but one walking towards him ruined any hopes he had that they might assist... especially as she started pushing on his leg. A look of agony might have been avoided but only just so. Adam found himself gritting his teeth again, working the device in his hand quickly as he squeezed his eyes closed. His dialogue once again going entirely mental as he tried to convince himself of his odds.
C'mon-c'mon-c'mon, all that milk, all those micro-fractures. Work with me skeleton, you are NOT going to break apart because of a small child! He insisted to himself, letting out a relieved gasp when someone shouted her name; it took a few moments to realize it was his captor again but even still he exhaled slowly, trying to give the impression that he was somehow in control of the situation... but each time he did this the facade was a bit weaker, and required a little more effort to call forth.

"Nothing, huh...?" Adam mumbled to her chastisements, shaking his head. "Maybe this is all part of my own plan. A plan running so deep you're already inescapably involved in it." He suggested, doubting he'd even be given the dignity of a response to his, frankly, absurd suggestion. Instead, though, she simply quizzed him about what he'd intended to do if he'd succeeded in cutting himself loose... he even watched her little demonstration as she cut her own throat before shaking his head.

"I figured I'd do what I always did, honestly: wing it. The Universe provides and all that, right?" Again, though it appeared that the woman had other things on her mind, another hiss escaping Adam as she jammed the wires into his body, as she essentially gagged him with the eye scooper... and immediately grew frustrated again.

The slap seemed to leave the beginnings of a welt but... as she started to unlatch him...

Well, the only comparison he could come up with was his biology class. There was a mutant girl in it, Lindsay, he thought her name was. The teacher had used her as an excellent reason to explain something about the X-Gene and how it works; that the reason most mutants tend to manifest their powers during puberty and their teenage years is because of the strange combination of hormones and stresses that are affecting their bodies.

If he'd had time to talk to that same science teacher (or, indeed, perhaps to Dr. Mid-Nite) he might have theorized that Chari's threats had finally pushed that last bit of stress forward.

Until that moment Adam was still certain he was going to succeed. That somehow, some way he would escape. That, as the 'hero' of the story he would... win. But everyone has a limit and his confidence had finally broken with the renewed threats to his loved ones. Threats that he knew beyond a doubt this woman would keep... and that he wouldn't be able to stop.

His heart rate was elevating even past what the adrenaline shot had managed by that point. And... well, reflexes took over from there.

He tensed his neck against her touch, being no stranger to getting choked in his training. He started pushing away from the restraints, finally seeming to strain them with a strength that his physique in all honesty shouldn't have been able to manage... but finally he swung his free hand. A wild haymaker he wasn't even sure would actually hit; but it FELT so good to finally be able to lash out with his frustrations.

"'Something', huh?" He demanded, feeling a bit of a renewed vigor. "How's this for something: stay away from my family and my friends... and I WONT see how many times I have to twist your joints before they stop healing?"

As he tried to come up with excuses she couldn't help but laugh. He seemed to be trying to convince himself it'd be ok instead of scaring her. Then again the idea of him harming her was enough to make her laugh. However when she was strangling him she could see it in his eyes. She'd finally woken him up. She had told him exactly what she would do and she was going to. Well until the right connected with her jaw and sent her flying. She landed on her back and looked up at him. Her mouth was hanging open at an awkward angle as she manually adjusted it.

"There it is, there's those gene. Super strength, I can't wait to see what else there is. But first we'll need to....CALM you. Computer run Operation Silly Britches!"

All of the lights began to blink red as a red, blue and green series of blurs began to swirl around her before pulling her out of the room. Metal grates slammed down covering all the doors and pink gas began to fill the room.

'Silly Britches?'

"Had to be a phrase I wouldn't normally say."

She said before looking through the window into her lab. The lab was rated to withstand the Hulk, as was the gas. Getting her hands on it wasn't easy but eventually she figured it out. It wouldn't kill him, probably. Soon enough he'd be out and phase 2 could begin.

Adam might not have been able to take out the brunt of his frustrations on Chari, but that hardly mattered to him, at first at least, since he'd spent his energy simply pulling himself loose from his bindings. Ripping, tearing, and simply... well, breaking his way loose. "Ooh, NOW you don't wanna play." He groused, taking a few steps back, the adrenaline that he was injected with, along with what his body was now producing as a result of his recent 'fight or flight' reflex... which was now very firmly on 'fight'.

ALthough a little 'flight' doesn't hurt, such as when he started running at one of the walls, soulder checking it with all the force he could manage without putting undue strain on his existing torture injuries. "I don't care how-" He slammed against the wall once, hardly aware of the gasses flooding the area and inhaling deeply as he impacted. "thick these... these..." Adam continued to ramble, shaking his head once or twice.

As he stumbled backwards, one thought continued to echo in his mind.

I am really bad at this... before darkness overtook him.