[Rosekitten]

Caim did have fight in him. He always would. These humans always killing things that were different or that scared them. Most with powers didn't harm anyone. But time and time again he saw the humans kill off those who showed they had powers. Even the ones who gave up willingly. He hated it.

After the doors were shut he kicked the barred door again and breathed out sharply in frustration at the fact he knew he was stuck here. He needed to focus.. if he could get to the earth. just a little bit he could get out of here. A small quake he could break the floor and get access to more of the element he needed. This place would crumble and then he could get out.

The girl at the end, she seemed to need to get out more. He could tell she had been here some time. No idea what her element was but it hardly mattered. He wouldn't leave her here. No ... these humans would just take her somewhere else knowing them. They couldn't take the hint to leave well enough alone.

He tried for hours to break the door down or to focus enough energy to find some of his element but he finally gave up after a moment as he sighed heavily. "Damn .. what did you get yourself into here.." He half laughed at the thought he was talking to himself. The girl had been quiet from the time that the two had come and tried to give him a needle. They would have to do a better job next time.

This place drained him. Nothing was here it was all cold metal. He had to get out of here. He'd die here if he stayed too long. He couldn't die here. Not till he got revenge. His brother died in cold blood and because of him. He was going to make the guy who ordered that pay. His brother was a good man, a solider and loyal. Willing to put his life down for this land. Yet they killed him for trying to protect his family.

Resting his head against the wall he lazily slammed a fist against it. He asked for this. He knew they were on to him and tracking him yet he half way leveled a city with plants. He knew better but he lost it wanting to see the humans having a taste of the fear he lived with. Maybe he was losing it. The grasp on what it was to be human.