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Raye woke up to the sun shining through her balcony window. She yawned and stretched her graceful arms. She had been in France for a total of two weeks and she was in love with it. She slipped off her bed into her light purple fuzzy slippers and walked to the kitchen. Hmmm what to have for breakfast? she wonders searching the fridge. She grabs a carton of eggs and a frying pan. With a snap of her fingers a fire springs to life under the pan. She finishes cooking her break fast and is just about to eat when there is a loud knock on the door.

Raye sighs and pulls her blue robe closed around her. She stomps to the door and flings it open. She blinks in surprise at the sight of no one. She looks down the hallways and sees nothing but a letter lying on the ground. She picks it up and closes her door. She opens the letter and reads the following:
Dear children,

This letter is coming to you with the utmost of importance. You need to report to the nearest train station immediately after receiving this letter. Do not ask why you have to and do not ask how we know you. Just do as this letter instructs and you will find further information when you arrive. After reading this letter please destroy any evidence that it was ever here.
With best regards,
The XXX Sector
Raye reads it over two more times and tries to figure out who these people are and how they know her. Her curiousity gets the better of her and she grabs her favorite outfit. Once outside her apartment complex, she flags a taxi and tells the driver to find the nearest train station. She sits back and smirks when she notices the driver's eyes checking her out.

Within ten minutes they arrive. She hands him the money and slides out of the car. She looks around at all the people flitting this way and that. The world has become filled to the brim quite quickly. She strolls into the train station and looks around for a sign of where to go. She sits on a bench and suddenly is grabbed from behind. Moments later she opens her eyes to find herself on an underground train. A man in black addresses her, "I am Agent E of The XXX Sector. We are on our way to the Secret Base now. Please make yourself comfy."

Zach plopped down on his green weathered couch and snapped another Frito lay up.Sluggishly he grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels.At about channel forty six of his perusing Zach heard several sharp raps emanating from his door.Rising Zach pulled a pair of jeans up as the rapping continued."I'm coming."He shouted out at the door which almost immediately stopped its tapping.

Closing his eyes Zach scanned the hallway for any emotions and found none,satisfied that there wasn't anyone with hostile intent Zach opened the door and looked around.He spotted a white envelope with an old fashioned wax seal on it.Zach grabbed the envelope and ripped the edge off.Pulling the contents from it Zach scanned over the paper for a few seconds.Zach reached into his pockets and after a few random gropes in them he came out with a single match.Pulling his foot up Zach struck the match and set the paper on fire.

Throwing the burning paper in the sink Zach turned the water on it before he grabbed a black shirt and his trenchcoat.Throwing the first on during his way out of his apartment Zach put his trenchcoat on as he rushed down the stairs,taking three steps at a time.Zach used his stair momentum to rush through the door and dive into a cab before the people standing on the sidewalk could."Fenningway."he muttered to the cab driver. God,has this guy ever heard of a car wash...or deodorant?Zach thought,trying to avoid breathing through his nose.After the few minutes it took to get to Fenningway from his apartment Zach threw ten dollars in the man's hand.

"What am I supposed to be looking for,"Zach muttered to himself as he patrolled the area for well over a minute,"Gah"he spat out dropping down to a bench.Zach felt strong hands grab him from behind and blacked out,his eyes snapped open and he was greeted by a man in a black suit.Bewildered he scanned around the train huh,this is shiny he thought to himself.

(Sesha: Just posting to see if you like it)

Arden stepped from the shower and grabbed the towel off the rack. He wipe the droplets from his face before securing the towel around his waist. He wiped the condensation from the mirror and studied his complexion.

A small trace of stubble was beginning to form on his chin. He made a mental note to shave later. He ran a hand through his wet hair pulling the black tresses out of his dark blue eyes. He moved from the room, a cool breeze making him shiver slightly. He leaned an arm against the wall next to the open window and stared out.

If he wasn't mistaken, they would have the woman in their posetion by now. She was probably on her way there now...to headquarters. A small grin pulled the corner of his mouth upward.

Kyla walked along the road, passing by the people as she went. They treated her kindly, but in a sort of manner she didn't particularly like. She quietly accepted their praise, though, and thanks, and their smiles and hellos and howdy-do's and whatever else they said that she eventually tuned out. It was normal. But... at the same time, it was... abnormal.

She kinda didn't like it. It made her feel weird. Still, she didn't stop them and merely kept going until she came back to her house. It was normal routine to do so, so she checked her mail box sitting at the edge of the property, and opened the flap. There were several letters inside, which was rather normal, and of those a majority were salutations and other sorts of letters that expressed a syrupy kinda of kindness that nearly made her angry.

However, the appearance of one particular letter, one that was different from the others, made her stop. She came to her porch and set the other letters aside as she looked at the weird one, turning it over. It was addressed to her, but in name only. That wasn't new, but... somehow this one was just... different. It was hard to explain.

Opening it up, she pulled out the letter inside and read it. It was short... and confusing. What in the world??

The words gave no room for hesitation or doubt. She had a feeling it didn't want her to disobey it. (Funny, considering it was a crummy letter.) So she complied and took her bike out to the streets again. There weren't many trains in this place. But there was one that went around the city. She went to the station and purchased a ticket, then got on. She didn't know where she was going, considering the train hardly went anywhere in the first place, but... well... she hoped she didn't make a mistake in following that letter's instructions.

Rayken awoke in a cold sweat, haunting memories filling his sleepy mind. He shook his head trying to wipe the terrible thoughts away. He looked around his small Seattle apartment. A few trinkets he had acquired over the years he lived there lay scattered across a cluttered wooden desk. Throwing his feet over the side if his bed, Rayken attempted to get up and find something to eat.

He wobbled slowly to the uncleaned kitchen. Noticing the ever growing stack of dish, he quietly mumbled to himself, "Shit...oh well." Just as he was about to grab the box of Pop-Tarts perched above his fridge he heard a loud knock.

"Who is it?" Rayken shouted as he moved towards the door. He asked again, "Hello?" as he grabbed the tarnished brass handle. The front door creeped open revealing no one. He stepped outside, looking everywhere for a sign if life. Taking another step he heard a muffled crinkle and looked down. Under his bare foot was a white envelope. He picked it up, opened it and scanned the letter inside quickly.

Finally he thought a chance to get out of this place... Rayken ran back inside completely forgetting about the Pop-Tarts and threw on his favorite jacket. As he went to grab his scarf he accidentally brushed his hand again his old spear. He hesitated for a moment then grabbed it, throwing the emerald spear over his shoulder.

Rayken ran to the train station, faster than he had ever run in his life. He rounded the last street corner to the station, nearly tripping over a middle-aged man when a hand reached out and grabbed a hold of his coat. Rayken turned around sight annoyed and snapped "Hey what was that for?!" The man standing in front of him didn't even flinch, he simply said "My name is Agent K, please follow me." Rayken thought about it for a sec, something was telling him that this could be a bad idea, but he didn't care. He nodded and followed the man into the darkness.

Jake lay in bed.Hearing the alarm go off,Jake groaned and grunted.Eventually bringing himself around to get up.As he did he rolled off the bed,hitting the ground with a thud.Jake almost giggled and then heard his uncle shouting for him to shut up.Jake ignored him,he was a drunkard and farth from worthy to have Jakes respect,even if it was his house.

Jake walked to the wardrobe and pulled out a black tshirt and black trousers.Jake smiled and put them on and then rubbed his eyes,making sure there were no more sleeping bags there.After he was happy with the way he looked,he walked downstairs and into the kitchen,ignoring his uncle in the living room barknig orders to him.He began to pour some cereal and add some milk,he stood next to the counter eating it and occasinoaly giggling at his uncles rants,He always found them entertaining.

Jake walked back into the hall and realised there was a letter on the ground.Jake smiled and looked at it,it was for him.But who sends him mail? Jake picked it up and read it,looknig confused.Had they got thre right person.Jake then heard his Uncle shout louder and that decided it.Jake needed a break so he was going out to see what this is albout,And with that he grabbed his jacket and slipped it on as he went through the front door and then down the concrete path and began the long walk towards the station.

Eventually and after a while.Jake arrived at the station.He began to hunt for any clues to where he needed to be,but found nothing,he decided to retire on a bench,all of the wlaking had tired him,and he serouisly needed a rest.He sat there panting.looking for anytother signs of where he needed to be.

Raye looks around the speeding train and notices that it is furnished rather nicely. She gets up and stands on unsteady legs against the trains momentum. She hates being on trains. She notices that the windows are all dark with metal bars across them. She wonders if they are to keep something out or something in.

She strolls to the back of the car and is about to open the door to the next car when she is stopped by Agent E, "You aren't allowed in any car but this one." She drops her hand from the handle and wanders back the length of the car. She finds a comfy spot to lie down and is soon rocked to sleep by the train's swaying.

She is jolted awake by the train's sudden stop. She gets up rubbing her head where she hit the wall. Agent E leads the way up onto the surface again. Raye blinks in the blinding sunlight and looks around at where she is. There are skyscrapers everywhere and they seem to go for miles. She then notices the amount of trash and the lack of people. She suddenly gasps, "We are in New York? I thought this place was off limits?!"

Agent E looks to her and nods. He then motions for her to follow him. A couple blocks away is a sleek, black limo. She slips in and is soon on her way through this once beautiful city. She doesn't know why she's here or where she is headed now. She only hopes that she makes it out of this mess alive.

Arden pulled a black muscle tee on and slipped a silver studded belt through the loops of his black denim pants. He left the first three buttons of his red silk shirt open and put on a pair of black boots shined to perfection. Arden wore a shoulder holster with a p22 air-pistol and a hunting knife in a holster around his waist.

The first was about to arrive...Arden flipped open a folder and grinned at the picture inside.

Raye Erif: a fiesty beauty with the ability to control fire with her mind: pyrokinesis.

He knew all about her growing up on a secluded island. There were brief profiles on both of her parents as well.

Arden stroked his chin as he set the folder down on the conference room table. He would certainly have to keep his eye on this one...a close eye.

Kyla gasped, opening her eyes. She looked around her wildly. She didn't realize she had even fallen asleep. When did that happen? She remembered getting on the train and sitting down, and then... then... her mind drew a blank. She couldn't remember. And now, she was sitting on a bench on the side of a street.

"I see you're awake."

She jerked, shuffling back until she saw the man standing next to the bench. "Who are you?"

"My name is of no importance. I am merely an agent of the XXX Sector which gave you that letter." He motioned for her to get up. Kyla was cautious, not sure if she could trust this man or what he represented. She thought it was joke, this XXX Sector and that latter they sent. She thought it was a hoax. Apparently not.

She pushed up from the bench, standing on her own two feet. It was only then she realized she wasn't at home anymore. She felt like Dorothy from the old, ancient movies, where that one girl got sucked up by a tornado and landed in... what was that place called again? The land of Ozman? Ozzy? Oz? Something like that. Except, instead of landing somewhere nice and full of meadows and happy people and a good witch, she was... in the middle of what could only be New York, the biggest trash dump of all the United States' territory.

And her "witch" was none other than this man in black who beckoned for her to get in the car. She didn't know if she wanted to, but complied because, well, what else could she do? Lips pulled into a grim line, she climbed into the car and scooted to the other side as the man came in after her, closing the door. The windows were tinted black and a black glass divider kept her from seeing the driver. She heard the vehicle start up and in a matter of seconds, they were driving off to... who knew where.

Zach reached out with his mind and enveloped the surrounding area in the car of the train,focusing on the agent Zach scanned over for the man's emotions and detected primarily out of them fear.Fear?The same thing that happened to me in the past,the same thing that happens every time someone finds out. Zach curled his lips into a slight but evident sneer as he asked the Agent questions.

"What is your name?"

"You can call me Agent C."

"Where are we going?"

The man shook his head"I cannot tell you."

"Who are you?"

"I am Agent C."

"No,who do you work for?What does your mature videos company do?"Zach asked him in a rare spark of wit.

"M-My W-What?"

"Forget it."Zach told him as the train halted abruptly.The agent rose with him and walked Zach outside."You my friend,are beyond levels of traceable insanity."he muttered as he stepped out into the dark remnants of the once proud New York.Stepping out of the chrome and clean train Zach dropped down to a landing walkway that squished under his feet.Walking the way through Zach and his agent maneuvered their way through muck and sludge as they neared seemingly nothing.

Rayken took a step onto the aging train. His footsteps echoed softly throughout the entire length of the car. He looked around. Seeing no one else he said, "Guess this is gonna be a long ride." He took a seat across from door. Shortly after Agent K walked through the doorway. "Ready?" he asked. Rayken replied, "I guess...so where exactly are we going?"

A large grin came over Agent K's face, "You'll see, just enjoy the ride while you can." The train car rocked gently from side to side, slowly Rakyen fell asleep without knowing it.

A jolt shook the train waking Rayken. He opened his eyes and realized that they where finally traveling out in the country side. He looked to Agent K and asked, "Are we almost there?" Agent K nodded, "Actually you woke up just in time. You can see the city just on the horizon now. Rayken squinted his eyes and made out the faint outline of the once beautiful Ney York City skyline. He shook his head. Could it actually be? he thought.

"Is that really what I think it is" he asked. Agent K gave him that same smile, "Yes it is. Rayken Laytos, welcome to the Big Apple!"

Raye kept her eyes wide and alert while the limo traveled through the city. She kept one eye on Agent E and the other on the tinted windows. She could tell barely that it was daylight but she had no idea what time. Agent E had taken all of her electronics, her phone, her Ipod and even her camera. He had said, 'You won't need these anymore.' She felt like she was some kind of lab rat being put under experiments and that sort of thing.

Suddenly the tint seemed to change from lighter to dark. Raye sat more upright, "Hey where did the light go?" The Agent beside her chuckled. She turned a fierce glare on him and he shut up. The limo slowed to a stop and the driver opened the door for her. As she stepped out two very cute French boys grabbed both her arms. One told her that she needed to come with them. She wasn't one to object two cute boys. She flashed a flirty smile at both of them, "Lead the way boys."

They led her into and elevator and pushed floor 8. Instead of the elevator going up, which she expected it went down. She turned to one of the boys with a look and he ignored it. She turned an icy stare to the Agent but he also seemed emotionless. She sighed and continued to wait until they reached their floor.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open to reveal darkness. Raye was about to turn around when she was roughly shoved from behind. She fell to her knees just as the elevator slid closed and all light was lost. About a minute later a huge chandelier slowly entered the room from above. It lit the entirety of the room and Raye looked around her. It seemed that she was in the middle of a huge arena. She scratched her head, Why on Earth is there an arena underneath of New York City?

Jake himself was still sitting on the bench in the nraly deserted station.Shrewsbury station was always quiet.but that was the last thing he remebered the silence,oh that and some woman in a black suit.He was actually being dragged awat,the Sector must of realised Jake was quite aggressive.And would not exactly follow strangers.He woke up again in a luggage compartment of an aeroplane.He saw the girl and he began to demand to know where he was.Although he never got and answer,she simply walked to him and injecting him.And he went out like a light again.

Jake had no idea where they were,but it looked underground.It had unique smell.But he was walking,nearly being dragged by two nice ladies.Jake was not complaining,they were very pretty.But then he went black onc emore,but this time only for a few minutes,compared to the hours on end he was before.He saw a chandelier,and he to question how old this place was,and then he saw what apperead to be a arena complex.Jake loved arenas..but then he saw he was in the middle,well more towards the right,but there was someone on the otherside.Jake got up and shouted at them

"OI WHAT AM I DOING HERE!"

Arden watched Raye from the shadows. He couldn't help the self-satisfied smirk that played across his face. She looked positively bewildered...and scared.

He slowly emerged from the shaded area and began approaching the girl with a leisurly but determined pace.

"I suppose you're wondering what you're doing here," he said in a deep voice. "If you'll follow me, I will explain everything."

It was about that time that Jake was arriving as well. His less than subtle shout across the arena gave him away. They'd need to work on that.

Arden waited for Raye to compose herself before the two could cross the arena to gather Jake as well.

Kyla held onto the sleeve of the man whom was nothing more than an agent to her. He had blindfolded her, leading her somewhere she didn't know. She didn't like it. She didn't like not knowing what was going on. It made her nervous and quite frankly, she didn't like being nervous. But what could she do? After they had gotten out of the car, the man told her they had to blind fold her for... security purposes?

She didn't really understand but she agreed to do it and now was walking somewhere unknown with this person. "A-Are we there yet? Where are we?"

"Just a little further."

Kyla bit the inside of her cheek, still walking with one hand upon the man's arm. She was hesitant, silently seeking out something that would make her feel less vulnerable. Maybe if she could just touch a thread of water, just a drop, she could read it. She could figure out what to do or where they were going.

But she felt nothing. All she could do was continue to walk and wait until... at last, they stopped walking. She felt a hand over hers, detaching her from the man's sleeve. She wanted to protest, but the grip was firm and all she could do was stand there. There were footsteps walking away from her, and a certain kind of echoing that made her wonder just where the hell she was.

Slowly, hesitantly, she reached up and lifted the blindfold and winced when light flooded her eyes. Taking her time, opened them further, and suddenly saw herself in the middle of... an... arena...? Huh?! Where the hell was she?!

Looking around, she saw a boy who looked a little younger than her not too far away from her. And across from them was a man with a girl. Who were these people? What were they doing here?

Zach followed his agent into a black cave.Zach followed in only after he had scanned the place and registered no emotions.Once he had taken his first step into the cave he realized that his agent had tricked him."Son of a..."Zach shouted out as he fell,twisting himself around so that his shoes scratched against the stone walls of the tunnel.The wall curved sharply after a few minutes of sliding and Zach hit the ground hard."Ow".He stood and scanned the area again.Seconds after he had finished the scanning his little area Agent C came right after him."What a thrill."He stated and smiled at Zach.

"Whatever."Zach said."Can we just get to the damn point here?"

"Yes,just walk through that door."Agent C told him.Again Zach walked over to the door and reached out again.Zach then opened the door and stepped in.The first thing he noticed was the emotions that had suddenly popped up."Fear,anxiety,anger,pride,hatred,lust,happiness."Zach quietly listed them as he swiveled around and studied the Arena,he let out a whistle of appreciation,"What is this doing here?"he muttered.

Ryan woke upe to someone banging on the door of the house he had stolen into, the couple that live their having recently gone on vacation, he had quickly got into the house, having climbed in through a third story window they had left unlocked. He heard the person outside put something on the ground and then walkaway. He waited a few minutes before leaving the bedroom on the third story and going to see what had been left. Ryan picked the up the envelope, sniffed it for any kind of poisinus chemicals, before opening it and read the letter quickly, grimacing at it's commanding tone.

He thought for a moment before crumpling up the letter, he could tell there were people watching him, he could smell the spike in their scent as he came out, the slight rise in tempo of their hearts. He began walking down the road that would take him before turning quickly down a alleyway, quickly coming to a dead end. He looked at it, crouching down, hearing the footsteps of his watchers looking for him. He crouched down low, tensing up before springing at the wall, making it halfway up, quickly climbing with the small cracks and other hand holds in the wall. "Baiser retarde, laisse voir comment ils font," he muttered to himself in a heavy cajun accent, watching to see if they at least knew this much about him.

Raye stared intently on the boy across the room she saw enter. He quickly noticed her and yelled out a question at her. She didn't quite make out the words and was about to yell back when another man walked up to her. He was devilishly good looking and Raye instantly turned on her charm. He asked her if she was wondering what's going on. She smirked at him, "Well yes, I would like to know what's going on but I would rather know more about you." She offered a wink at him and stepped closer to him to follow him.

Raye glanced up and saw that another girl had arrived from across the arena. She wasn't sure who she was but Raye was already planning on showing her up. Then Raye heard a whistle and noticed another guy had arrived from yet another door in the arena. She was bubbly with delight at the thought of guys who would adore her even now, underneath New York. She was still curious as to why she was here but she was more intrigued at getting these guys to drool over her all the same.

She somehow felt the urge to show off a little and show the other strangers who was in charge here. She noticed some trash laying around and grinned at her idea. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the pile of trash and it caught on fire. With the flames rising she spun her hand in a spiral motion and the flames twisted and danced in the air. She turned back to the mysterious man she was next to and she smirked again.

Jake saw the female.Showing off.She was nice must be some sort of seductress...Of course Jake smirked.He was not easily effected by that sort of power.His autism stoped him form feeling and understanding it,not say that if she tried her power on him,what it would do.The emotion would cause him to rage,but she was showing off her power.She wanted a contest,he would show her.

Jake had to learn this on his own,but he saw a bunch of kinves and forks on the floor to the left.Rasing his hand he made the, lift and orbit around him in perfect circles.He was pleased that he controlled his power well.He went onse step further and took the particles around him,and showed how powerful his power was.He caused the magnetic field to change once more.This time making the electrons on the particles and atoms in the air to elctroise.strands of pure,bright and dark blue went from the pieces of cultery in perfect bolts that lit the room up in a beautiful aura of blue and purple.He began to expand the field so the whole arena was now full of these blots,coming form nowhere and gonig again.the purple showing in the center of the fine bolts.

Jake was making sure that no one would get hit,but he was impressed.he had never actually used his power at this level before.it was great he was learning to control it and amaze others.Jake himself who used it to recharge his phone nealry everyday.Was stunned by the colour that was being emitted form these beautiful but nevertheless lethal bolts.

"No need to be afraid...i wont hurt you with them.Just bask in thier warm,their glow"

Zach stared at the people around him,there was a girl she was where most of the anxiety was coming from,he turned and saw another girl.She held part of the arrogance and some of the pride came from her.Zach continued this way,rooted to the spot and cycling through the people,noting their emotions for future use.Finally Zach reached the man that exuded no fear or anxiety,instead he emanated comfort and strength,he was obviously the leader.Slowly Zach stepped towards the man,the clacking of his shoes against the hard tile reverberate across the room as he neared the man.Zach stopped short of him to note the girl next to him stupid slut he thought,"Who are you,What do you want with us,and who funded this castle under the hellhole?"Zach asked him impatiently.

While he waited for an answer Zach's eyes flowed over to another guy,this one who either had powers of magnetism or electricity.