All over the world people of all nations are preparing to view what is being called the greatest light show in the sky scheduled to occur within a day or two. Astronomers around the globe have spotted what seems to a gigantic meteor on route to pass safety right by the earth, they say that it will gently enter a small part of the earths atmosphere causing a giant flash of light that should visible anywhere day or night. It is said to be one of the brightest comets ever witnessed by mankind. The buzz is huge and new stations all over are talking about the exciting event and festivals are even being held in some places in the comets names.

Of course not everyone is celebrating, as with any kind of event various doom Sayer's claim it to be the end of days, while others claim it to be alien overlords coming to take away those that have believed in them. Even so they fall in to the minority and most people are at least a hair bit interested in the event.

Outside of the incoming comet, life around the world has been normal, various nations on the brink of war, recessions, disasters and tension between governments, people, and supers are at an all time high.

A swift flash of silver and a tightly packed group of bamboo stalks fell gracefully to the ground, cut by the sharp edge of a katana held by a young man in light robes. Yoshirou wiped the edge of his katana with a small cloth before taking off in to a sprint kicking off of various bamboo stalks until he found himself atop a very tall and bulky tree. The tree sat on a hill overlooking a small Japanese town below. He gazed down at it dreamily for a few moments in deep thought. He had spent the entire day training, the entire week before it training, and even the entire year before it. It was a year ago from that day he had sensed the dark presence..it was returning and now he could feel it creep ever the more closer.

It was an old foe, its traces were unmistakable and it wasn't a feeling Yoshirou would forget. No, it was retuning and Yoshi was prepared to make his third and final stand against it even though he knew deep down it was futile..why would this time be any different? he thought.

As those demoralizing images pounded his head he saw something shoot up from the town, upon closer examination it was a human flying up to the air, a super no doubt. And as he watched the super fly off Yoshi let out a deep sigh...maybe this time they had a chance..with these so called supers just maybe all was not lost. "Then again..its because of them.." he mumbled before setting off in to a meditative state.

In a rather small city in England known as Sunderland sat a pub called the Marquis of Grandy. The pub itself was completely normal consisting of a bar some tables, one small t.v., and a rather large collection of alcoholic beverages; however, one of its workers was not as normal as she seemed. Yvaine Versot a young female bartender sat wathing the news and the buz which seemed to be all about an uncoming comet. Though the majority of the population was greatly intrigued and was sitting in anticipation for its arrival she did not. She may have been watching the news but she was being entertained by the thoughts of the drunk man sitting at the bar. "Bah-tendah," he called for the seventh time that day, "I wanna-" before he could finish Yvaine had poured another round of alcholic cider, "Another round of scrumpy for the customer."

The man wore a business suit and when he walked in he struck up Yvaine's curiosity with his depressed face; through a little digging in the man's head before he became too foggy she uncovered these thoughts: 'How dare the jacksie fire me after all I did for him. I made him as wealthy as he is now! Damn it! How am I gonna tell my missus at gaffe; I'll never hear the end of it.' Ever since then she had been listening in on his many silent complaints.

The man whose name she had uncovered to be Aberle had ever since then been drinking heavily and his thoughts slowly became mix and matched and all the more humorous. Soon he was talking useless babble concerning a baby she knew he didn't have, the bubbles floating around his head, and a little bit more cussing concerning the boss he couldn't remember at the time. Yvaine couldn't resist making actual conversation with him; though she knew he would be unable to finish one clear sentence since he couldn't seem to devise a clear thought.

"So, exactly how was it you lost your job Aberle?" Yvaine didn't sound British because she wasn't British. Most of the time when she was talking to a British she would feign an accent but this man was far to drunk to notice. Aberle looked up at the woman his eyes dizzily looking for her eyes, "Weh meh guvnor got wup on his aye hus and decided he didn't need meh anymoe. Even doe I did evewyding foe him. And-and what a pwetty bubtion I hae." The real challenge of this conversation was understanding both the British slang and the slurred words. Still though she worked in a bar the slurred speech was nothing new and having lived in Britain for two years neither was the slang. "Oh how terrible, but I must ask is the baby yours? I thought you said your wife never got pregnant because of you?"

The man's eyes widened at this realization; Yvaine's delicate mouth slowed into a large grin as the man slammed a wad of cash down and ran out the door yelling that his 'missus' had an affair. In his drunkeness he had managed to forget that there was no baby in his home. She picked up the wad of cash and counted the money; he had overpayed by one hundred and twenty-three pounds. Some might wonder where a man who had lost his job got this money but Yvaine, being a powerful telepath, knew it was part of his severance pay. She pocketed the extra pounds and proceeded to wipe the counter; the fun one can have messing with the minds of the drunk.

The streets of downtown New Moscow glittered in the nights sky. Just ten years ago the downtown area was nothing but slums, but since the large leap that the SLSO made in food development (with the help of some plant-manipulating supers of course) has put Russia back on the map and added plenty of coins to its coffers. The more money that Russia has, the more money it spends on bringing in tourists to make more money. With this great circle of money the SLSO made New Moscow , as everyone calls it since the great plant leap, and it has grown into a metropolis that almost puts New York to shame. Of course with more money comes more criminals, and that is where I get my meals.

In one of New Moscow many alleys stood a dark feminine figure leaning up against the wall. A back door opened from a adjoining club and two men walked into the alley, quite drunk. "Look what we have here Boris", The smaller man said to the larger one in Russian, the smaller one was a mere 6' tall. With the light from inside the club shining into the ally the could see that the dark figure was a beautiful blond in a black corset, a pair of skin tight black leather pants and knee high black boots with 6" heels. All the dark clothing and lighting only made her skin seem more iridescent, and it look as pale as snow.

"Why its a beautiful woman all alone in a dark ally, my friend," said the man whose name was apparently Boris. He shut the club door behind him and they both started to circle around the woman, cutting off any chance she would have to run away. "Do you know what kind of trouble you could get in at this time of night in this part of town?" asked the smaller of the two. Boris chuckled a little, "I could think of a few thing."

"You'll have to excuse me boys but I am waiting for a friend and I don't have time to play any silly games tonight." finally spoke the woman in a sultry but refined voice.

"Oh well, in that case we will just have to make this quick." said Boris. With that Boris closed in and the small one lunged at her. In the blink of an eye she side stepped the lunge and spun him around until her hands were around his head and she snapped his neck. Then before Boris could call for help she had him by the throat and sank her fangs right into his jugular, and sucking the blood out of him within mere minutes. Once she was done she dropped the now dead Boris at her feet and started to wipe off her face, just then another man came out of the club. This one was tall and thin and dressed in a dark suit and wearing a fedora.

He first looked at her and then down at the two dead bodies on the ground, then shook his head in disapproval. "Hey, don't look at me like that," Tattianna snapped in Russian. "They started it, I only finished it."

"What a beautiful little town...I can tell it would look even more pretty completely demolished!" A sweet voice crooned with a giggle. In the night sky, barely visible against the glow of the moonlight, a figure was drifting in the air; had it been in the moonlight, one would have caught sight of dark golden hair, unnaturally long, flowing out behind the figure; a witches hat that cast a shadow over the upper features of the face, and, through the shadow, a pair of faint, red eyes glowing maliciously. An unnerving smile floated on her lips as she cast her eyes over the little town, and imagined it in flames, smoke billowing into the night.

"Yes, I like that idea..." Eva Vulfenstein, the Puppetmistress, went on as her smile widened slightly. She appeared only, perhaps, fifteen or sixteen, but in the eerily beautiful face there lay a deadly sadism that made clear to any in doubt that this was no ordinary teenage schoolgirl. "I think I could have fun with this town!" She giggled as she slowly descended into the town.

Big dark eyes scanned the world around him, able to see very well considering it was dark. The moonlight gave everything an eerie glow, which unnerved the boy sitting among the tall grass. He was not far away from a small town, his eyes squinting at the sign to see what it read. He was taught how to read, though it took him a few moments to piece together 'Sunderland'. He guessed that was the name for the place. Perhaps it was somewhere he could go to find food and a more comfy place to sleep. Camping out was fun, from what Avis had found, but the cold was starting to bother him - and it was no fun if you were on your own.

He watched the edge of the town for a while, sitting cross legged in the tall grass that kept him hidden pretty well. The clink of metal could be heard as his ears twitched, the sound of a car having disturbed him. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea for him to go into the town, incase they thought him to be strange. It's not like he looked like a normal person, with the silvery hair, metal ears and tail - not to mention the completely different lower legs. What if they reacted bad to him? What would he do then...? Just camp out again and go somewhere else?

"I might not have to..." He muttered to himself, trying to convince himself that everything would be better if he just went into the town.

Steps echoed in the abandoned building as a figure walked down its long corridors. As the person passed each door they looked inside. Wall to wall computers and screen that were flickering as pages and pages were opened and closed. The figure walked all the way down to the end just as a device blinked on his wrist.

"What is it Angela?" said a slightly deep voice with a touch of impatient sprinkled on top. A holographic image of a slender and athletic female in a business suit was projected from the same the device.
"You have been summoned, Alex." said the hologram wiith a soft husky voice. "I can brief you on the way but it means you are going to have to miss playing your games today." Alex stopped and let out another sigh.
"Well, maybe they will let me play with my "toys" since I don't get to play with my games." Alex paused, "Angela, send crates 0924 and 5510 to the the locations we will be sent to.

"Where we going, Angela?" Alex asked. He could've have figured out quite easily but that is why he built Angela. Someone to talk to that was on the same level as him.

"England," Angela stopped. "We have just been sent an order to investigate in Russia as well. Where shall we go first?" she inquired as she sent instructions to the automated jet at a near by airport to get prepped. A car drove up and stopped in front of the door as Alex had just stepped out. The back door swung open with no one inside and no driver to be seen.

"We'll go to England first but brief me on these Russian victims with these interesting marks on their necks first. I'll patch into the security cameras around the crime scene to see if anything can be seen."
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Hours later the jet lands on British soil and soon another car pulls up, again empty, "Take me some place public." Alex stopped right outside the car and opened his trench coat and with a low hum twenty tiny glints of metal flew out and took to the air above Alex. They were mechanical birds with anti-grav wings that allowed them to fly. "Watch the sky and ground for anyone that follows." he said. They flew up and circled lazily in the air at different altitudes and occasional landed on a building or a sign. These little guys were his ears and eyes and had kept him safe many times.

Alex connected to his satellite which then connected to his base computer. He then commenced watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail(in his head). Laughing soon filled the moving car.

The only sounds that could be considered comfort were the sounds of creaking wood and metal at an old warehouse district in New Moscow that hadn't been completely demolished or reinvigorated to look better for the general public. ideally the place was perfect for holding a meeting that two individuals would meet to discuss some not so ordinary things.

"Where is he?" An impatient voice grumbled as a lone figure stood up where he was sitting on a pile of crates that were gathering dust, he wasn't sure why he had agreed to meet this Russian scientist, but apparently the scientist had somehow heard of him and proclaimed that he could help him understand his mutation better then he could himself.

"Ahhh there you are." Another voice chuckled making the figure turn around and he saw an older looking man who appeared to be in or close to his fifties, he had greying hair all around him and a beard. Eric swore he looked like that hollywood actor Malcom McDowell in a way from what he saw of him when he was younger.

"I suppose you want your payment then for meeting me." Eric said as he reached into his pocket which the older man held up a hand.

"Money is not what I want, my friend. Proof is payment for me." he replied. Eric immediately recognized that this man wanted proof he was the real deal. Figuring he had no other choice he took an x-acto knife from his pocket and drew a deep long cut into his arm, starting from the from the pit of the elbow joint all the way down to the palm of his hand. Blood seeped out of the very long gash and Eric held his arm up for the other man to see.

"My goodness." The older man said as he watched the long gash start to heal itself right before its eyes, and in only a minute the arm looked like it wasn't even cut at all. There wasn't even a mark of where the cut was made, and this impressed the man, "Very nice." he grinned to himself realizing the possibility he could do if he got his hands on a sample of Eric's tissue, or even the whole body itself to do a full autopsy. What Eric failed to realize that this man he had agreed to meet was Ivantik Solkhov, an ex scientist who was kicked out for doing illegal experiments on humans to improve the human genome.

Yvaine had been watching the clock ever since Aberle left; there wasn't much else left to do so boredom soon struck her down. No matter, tonight she would be having alot of fun in the local museum. Her first hit had made them wary, her second hit had scared the socks off of the whole city, and now the city trembled in her shoes because they knew her third hit was coming. Tonight the biggest artifact to ever make it to this city was being placed in their most secure room specifically to keep the Phantom away, but they would fail.

The moment the clock struck 10 pm Yvaine left happily; her line of work was fun but only when someone was drunk and unfortunately the drunk man had left. She thought about going home first but decided that she already had her suit with her so what was the point? She walked into the nearest open pharmacy and 'used' the bathroom. She came out in a black leather suit that conformed to the very curve of her body and a black mask of course. In order to avoid being seen she also scrambled the security feed for the store and put the pharmacist to sleep.

Next came the hit. Yvaine took her time with these; it added to the suspense and thrill stealing gave her. Stealthily she climbed up and through a window all the while completely ruining any kind of video camera's recording. Anyone that looked would literally find nothing on the films, just like always, and any unfortunate security gaurd would wake up the next morning with no memory of falling asleep or even walking to their job.

Slowly and quietly she walked through the hallways looking for motion detectors and anything she might have to avoid or risk being caught. Needless to say she wasn't worried because she obviously hadn't ever been caught. She continued on her merry way avoiding any and all traps, destroying camera feeds, and forcing security guards into a deep sleep all the while erasing any memory they may have of this night until she had made it to the 'throne' room.

In the center sat her prize one of the priceless necklaces that had belonged to Queen Elizabeth the I. It was also one of the few that circulated from museum to museum. The room was also gaurded with red lazer motion detectors, 'Ah the oldest trick in the book.' she thought. This was where she put her athleticism to the ultimate test. She spent years honing her muscles and flexibility with gymnastics and martial arts, (though she was no master) she could now easily get through such traps.

Upon reaching her prize in the middle she realized the if she removed the glass box that encased it the alarms would go off. 'Fools. This has never stopped me before, why would it now?' she laughed at herself. That wasn't a fair judgement; Yvaine had long been told that she was the perfect thief; that was what she had been built for and no one could ever out steal her. She believed it. Slowly and painfuly she began to change the density of her arm until finally she reach in through the glass and grabbed the necklace. Slowly she also change the molecular density of the necklace and pulled it out as well. From here on out she was home free.

After her hit she went home; she couldn't wait until tomorrow when the whole city would literally freak over the lost jewelry. The thought caused a small twinkle in her eye and an even smaller smile.

Lieutenant Jack Carter leaned back and frowned as the police officer before him fidgeted nervously in his chair. Carter couldn't blame the man for being so anxious; most people would be after finding a corpse. He sighed and scratched his chin as he glanced down at the papers in front of him, on his desk. The third body they had found that week, and the circumstances were getting stranger and stranger. The man this police officer had found had been killed by drowning--in the middle of his apartment. It simply didn't make sense how one could drown when they weren't even near water, but that was what the official autopsy had ruled. To top off three strange, suspicious deaths, another man was missing--simply disappeared off the face of the earth, and there were no clues as to exactly where he was. Each death had been ruled as accidental; bizarre, surely, but accidental; Carter knew better. A super was behind this, he was sure.

"That'll be all, officer," he sighed again, resting his head on his palm. "If you need anything more, just call." The police officer nodded shakily and stood, walking out of Carter's office. Carter flicked through the papers, unsure of exactly where to start. It wasn't like Sunderland had a little list of the supers who lived in it. But if indeed a Super was behind the deaths, then Carter suspected that they weren't living in Sunderland, or hadn't, at least, until at least a couple of weeks ago. Carter shook his head and glanced out the window. This investigation would not be easy.

Ivantik stood up where he had been sitting, "Did you know that other people like you exist?" he said as he walked around the warehouse as if in his own little world.

"Well yeah, I've heard stories and such. How many of them left America due to the intense hatred of them." Eric replied not sure what the older man was getting at. As more and more time passed, he was sure that this ex Russian scientist was not being truthful of who he really was.

"Yes as you did as well." Ivantik nodded as well meaning Eric's own escape from the U.S. after being found out by a convience store clerk back home in New York which led to a chain of events of going across the eastern seaboard evading authorities until he managed to sneak aboard a passage heading for Europe, "Some were naturally born, some developed a mutation within them later in life, some are equipped with their own technology, or some even like you where as a science experiment gone wrong" Ivantik chuckled, "Some even work for the Russian government in hunting down criminals and other of these supers as they are called so they don't have to go through the same fate that those they hunt go through."

"And what does this have to do with me?" Eric asked clearly confused.

"All in good time Mr. Wilder. If you want to know more answers, come to Sunderland. A rather nice spot to visit in England." And in a matter of seconds, Ivantik Solhkov disappeared as if he vanished into thin air.

"What the hell?" he said to himself as he looked around the warehouse, trying to find out Ivantik disappeared.

Damon stood in the cold room naked. He felt alone without his energy suit and already began to feel the overwhelming flow of power course threw him. He looked around trying to find a door to escape but he could find none. Damon's eyes and hair had changed to a dark black mimicking his dark personality. He felt the need to kill. To make someone suffer just as much as he had suffered. The room was made from a black type of metal; the russian scientist said that it absorbed energy much like the suit he wore. The room flashed with numerous bright colors.

"Calm down Mr.Steinbrenner,this is a test for us to see how much power you can recieve and realease out."The heavy russian male voice said threw the intercom. Damon looked as if he didn't even hear the voice. As he continued to bang his fists against the black metal wall.

Some of the scientist stared down into the room with a look of horror .Some with a look of interests and amusement. The computers began to buzz and flash with numerous information and readouts of the power level inside the room.

"Sir,The room is at full energy capacity. If he keeps this up he could possibly escape."Said one of the male scientist not taking his eyes from their test subject still banging his bloodied hands against the wall in rage. Dr.Petrovich the head scientist could not hide the smile that crept along his lips. In all his years of studying the human body he had never seen such a limitless amount of energy. He was amazed that Damon's body had not exploded from the energy absorbtion .Damon was his favorite test subject. He was the one who created the suit that had possibly saved Damon's life.

Damon continued to scream and yell. His hands were numb from the reapeated beating he gave the wall. A bright flash of red energy erupted from his broken hands and slammed itself against the wall. It sounded as if a bolt of lightning had struck a tree. The walls trembled from the force of the impact.

"Shut him down."Dr Petrovich ordered. His thick bifocal glasses flashing with the same color red that was erupting in the room below them.

The room filled with a purple gas. Damon felt his lungs began to scream in reaction to the gas that was now cycling threw his lungs. His began to cough violently.Darnkess covered his vision. When he awoke he was in his room. He was no longer nude and now saw that his black energy suit was back on his body.His hands felt as if they were just beaten severly with a sledge hammer. Dr Petrovich was looming over his bed looking at the recent study document that they had just recieved from his test.

"Well it seems your body is quite unique Damon.It seems that their is no limit to the energy you can absorb. But we did find out that the energy just doesn't diffuse into your bloodstream. It collects intil it is realeased violently,it also seems it changes accourding to your emotions.When mad it lashes out violently. Luckily there wasn't anyone in their with your or they would surely have been ripped apart."The Dr said with almost a faint chuckle in his voice.

Damon just layed their. Still feeling the aftermath of energy on his body. It seems that he still found no answers only more questions. The doctor quielty left the room. Damon had met Dr.Petrovich when he first came to the base.The doctor was the closet thing he had to a friend in the place. He was not even the only super their but it seemed that the doctor had a obsession with him. Damon just let his mind drift away as he slept quitely in his dark room.

The incoming comet was being closely monitored by Astronomers and defense agency's around the globe, within the last two hours an abnormal fluctuation of speed had been witnessed and recorded as the comet had suddenly sped up dramatically causing a bit of alarm in those watching it.

Two hours later a second strange phenomenon had been witnessed, it appeared that smaller fragments had broken away from the object and were now flying the same route as the supposed meteor, but faster, much faster ahead of the main object. Homeland security, various nation leaders and defense administrators were immediately notified.

Four hours later as panic had erupted within government sects around the globe the smaller objects radically changed direction and did not pass by the earth, they instead changed direction and made way toward it, soon each of the objects split of in separate directions at blazing speed.

Twenty minute's later before any response could even begin to happen each object simultaneously smashed in to a different satellite orbiting the earth, with in seconds the entire world was effectively blinded, as panic ensured among world officials the common man was none the wiser, some had reportedly spotted various lights in the sky, and anyone with satellite televisions, GPs or any other satellite related device instantly realized that their service no longer worked. Various tech supports were flooded with calls from angry customers. Little did they know that there was something larger then petty electronic luxury's upon them very soon.

Tattianna knew the man in the fedora to be Agent Nicoli Kloshc with the SLSO. He was meeting her here to discuss a knew case they wanted her help in, and the men at her feet had only been an untimely meal. She calmly stepped over the bodies, making her way towards Nicoli, and continued to wipe the blood off her face with a red kerchief she had pulled out from the middle of her chest. "I warned them not to bother me, I had an appointment." She smiled slightly at the gruesome sight around her, and her fangs glistened in the moonlight.

Nicoli shuttered at not only the sight of the gruesome scene but the fangs as well. He had only been assigned to Tattianna for a few months but he was almost about to transfer to a nice cushy desk job. It wasn't that she scared him, she had never before hurt any agents, but in the last few months he had seen more blood and dead bodies then anyone other then a coroner should see in their lifetime. Everywhere Tatti went there were always dead bodies to clean up. Granted they were all justly killed but it didn't make the job any easier to cover up.

He took a deep breath and sighed, "The SLSO has a new mission for you. Ivantik Solkhov was spotted in the old warehouse district we want you to go there and try to intercept him,........ alive of course. Be careful because he is thought to be meeting with another super."

"Well you know me, I am always careful." Tattianna said with a sarcastic lilt in her voice. "Now would if you be a dear and clean up this sad mess, I'll be on my way."

Nicoli hung his head, he did not sign up with the SLSO to be an undertaker. "Of course it will be taken care of, if perchance there is another super please follow protocol."

Tattianna walked up Nicoli and put her cold hand on his cheek, "I will, of course and thank you Nicoli." She let go and took off towards the warehouse district before he could say anything else. The night was cold but her insides were on fire thanks to the blood she just consumed. She almost flew to the old district, she loved the heightened self being that she had after feeding. She ran faster, gained strength and all her senses were heightened.

Once she got to the rundown district she smelled the strong fragrance of another supers blood, nothing smelled as sweet as super human blood. She involuntarily licked her lips, she hadn't had a supers blood in a long time and the rush was something she could never forget. Tattianna followed the smell to a warehouse and inside she heard sound of someone breathing heavy. she slinked through a side door and stayed in the shadows behind some boxes, looking out in the dark she saw a man looking around the building frantically. Well, well, this must be the super I smelled, she smiled to herself. She knew what Ivantik Solkhov looked like and this young man was nothing like him. She couldnt see anyone else with him and he was making to much noise for her to hear anything else.

Gracefully and with poise, she stepped into the light. "So has Ivantik, left or simply not appeared yet?" Tattianna asked in English with a soft but deep Russian accent. The mans clothes and mannerisms screamed American so she didn't even bother with Russian first.

Eric felt a coldness creep over him as he heard a female voice from behind him, he turned around and saw before him a pale blonde hair young woman, but something about her was off in his opinion and decided to keep his distance from her as he started to make his way to the exit of the warehouse.

"Well if you're looking for Ivantik Solkhov, he disappeared. Just vanished right into thin air right in front of me." He motioned with his hands as he continued walking towards the exit, eyes still trained on the pale woman. Eric wondered to himself on why Ivantik wanted with his abilities as he apparently was so interested in them, it was all the more weirder of why would anyone would be interested in a science experiment gone wrong as Ivantik put it, which what Eric was called. "Sorry for wasting your time ma'am." He nodded as he finally tore his gaze from the woman and exited the warehouse.

Once outside he sighed as he took out his satelite phone, but found he got no service, "Well thats weird." Eric muttered to himself as he looked around, the need to find a safe place for the night was calling to him. Not that long ago the need for sustaining the body with food and drink simply disappeared within him which he figured was the result of the formula's continued mutation of him, but the need for sleep and rest was still a factor to his body. Eric resigned to the fact he would have to find some way to Sunderland which Ivantik Solkhov spoke of, wondering of might be there and if answers and Solkhov would be there to.

Once home, which was a small one bedroom apartment, Yvaine analyzed her surroundings; something she had gotten into the habit of doing when she was part of a league of criminals. Everything was normal, the small, cream colored hallway was empty except for a small table in front of the entrance, a mirror, and two paintings (stolen from museums around the world of course.) As she began to walk down the hall she removed her brand new possession and slung the bag onto the table afterwards. She began to walk towards one of the paintings and heard the mahogony floor boards creak underneath her feet; she really needed to get that fixed. Sliding the painting aside a vault door and lock was revealed; Yvaine opened it and inside were more priceless jewels; her new necklace joined them.

Afterwards, Yvaine continued down the hall and turned at a large entrance which was the entrance to her kitchen. Inside there was a stove, as good as new being she never used it, a refridgerator and pantry filled with microwavable treats, and a well used microwave. Opening the refrigerator the woman removed a t.v. dinner and stuck it in the microwave. She waited until the beep before taking it out and carrying it past her dining room, also never used, and into the sitting room. Twice she had tried to call that the family room but being she lacked a family she gave up quick.

Plopping herself into the couch, she turned on the television. It showed the news; more information had been retrieved from the comet. Apparently it had sped up and pieces had broken off of it. She could hardly see what was so fascinating about it; this was no different from Haley's comet or an eclipse, so what was the big deal. Still, she watched it until she had had finished her dinner; at that point she repositioned herself on the couch. Her back was leaning against both the armrest and the back of the couch while her legs were curled up against her. Slowly she began to flip through the channels; she stopped once or twice. The first was a drama that bored her quickly while the other was a stand up comedian that she didn't find funny.

After about thirty minutes of that Yvaine raised the white flag and turned off the t.v. set. She never was able to see what was so great about television shows. She walked back into the hall through another doorway against the same wall as the kitchen's entrance; she then proceeded to walk directly across and through a door. This was her bedroom. It was decorated with a wooden dresser, a full body mirror, a single window, and one queen size bed; the room was over all simple and bleak with barely a color in sight. That was how Yvaine liked it after all.

She changed quickly and then proceeded to do every other action one preforms before sleeping such as brushing her teeth. Upon completing this ritual she walked out of the bathroom and straight for her bed; she laid in bed for about a minute thinking, always thinking. There was so much to think about such as: just what was she doing with her life? She lingered on those thoughts for a moment longer and when she uncovered no answer she leaned over and turned out all the lights.

Damon's eyes popped open. The energy he was slowly recieving was telling him something was wrong. He needed to escape this place. For sometime Damon had been thinking of leaving. Dr Petrovich was his supervisor and he didn't even let him leave the base. He had been underground for almost a year without seeing sunlight. Damon was treated like a prisoner even his small room resmebled a cell. It was tiny much like a office cubicle. It had a bed and a small table,it would drive any man mad if he stayed in here for too long. They even drugged his food in secrecy fearing that he would try to escape this place. Damon knew the whole time but he had no place to go. It was only a matter of time before the authorities caught up to him if he escaped. But he couldn't shake the feeling that it was no longer safe for him to be here. Damon had to make a choice,His only chance of leaving this place alive was to take off the energy suit which kept him sane. But if he took it off he would have no control over his actions. But he decided to rather be a free madman then a jailed man. He took off the suit and immediately felt a rush of energy course threw his blood stream. He quickly dressed in a black military long sleeve shirt and some dark jeans. He quickly tied his black boots and walked to the door. The door looked more like a vault to a bank safe. He tried to keep his head clear and focus on escaping. Damon's hair quickly turned black and his eyes changed into a dark ruby red. Two long red whips extended down his arms.

"Freedom...freedom...freedom."Damon repeated slowly slipping into madness.

The whips cut threw the metal door like a knife threw wet paper. The two guards that watched over his door looked in terror as the red whips extended wrapping around their necks. With a slight tug of his arms blood sprayed over the walls. Alarms were immediately raised.

"Test Subject 48 has escaped his cell...security teams three,four,six. Intercept the hostile,shoot to kill. I repeat test subject 48 has escaped."The intercom ordered.

That voice sounded familiar. So familiar that Damon stopped in his tracks to think who's voice he had heard. Then it came to him like a splash of icy cold water to his face.

"Petrovich..."Damon whispered.

His eyes burned with tears as he said his name over and over again. He was the closet thing he had to a father and now he had sent out his death sentence."Damon broke into a run down the hallway.
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The cold russian wind cut to his bone. Dark blood dripped out of his open bullet and laceration wounds the security force inflicted on his exit. He would have surely been dead if not for their communications suddenly going down. Damon did not know how long or how far he had been wondering the land. Every step he took more and more of his blood poured onto the ground. He could already began feeling the burn of the healing onto his wounds. His clothes were torn and he had no idea where he was going. His hair had shifted from the dark black into a soft white..his eyes were now a soft forest green. There would surely be a contract out on his head after this. But it was worth it,he was a free man.

Alexander dragged his suitcase up the stairs to his apartment. The place had not been touched since he left Sunderland a year ago, but everything was fairly well kept. After a good hour of dusting the place, Alex unpacked his suitcase and sat down. The excavation was a huge success, although he would probably be kicked out if the team found out about the ring. As soon as he got up to go to bed, the phone rang.

Picking it up, he answered with a brief "Hello?"

"Alex, it's Jason here. I see that you got back?"

"Yeah, I'm goddamn tired, too."

"That's not why I called. You should hear about this."

"About what?"

"You know the comet that's been all over global headlines? Well, parts of it have split. Not even kidding."

"Look, Jason, this isn't the time to pull my leg."

"No, Alex, I'm se-" The line cut off. Alex sighed, blaming his terrible service provider, and tossed his phone on the ground. Pointing at it, he let loose a burst of electricity. In a matter of seconds, the phone was nothing more than a black clump of circuits and metal. Changing into a fresh set of clothes, Alexander walked to his bed and decided to call it a day.

Alex stared at the drunkard. He was definitely intoxicated but that isn't what caught his attention. His scanner picked up a spike of energy that seemed to flowing through the guys brain. It was by random chance that they had run into each other, but Alex had a job and dhe decided to perform it to a "T".
"Psychic," he mumbled as he took the man's wallet out and looked at the driver's license. "Aberle, what an odd name." he merely sent the mental command to Angela and she began the search. Alex lifted the guy up from the garbage can that he had fallen over while being in a hurry about something. The word baby was mumbled a lot. He took him to an alley away and places a holographic projector at the entrance. The device sprang to life and soon the alley way looked empty again.

A hypodermic needle silently slid out from one of Alex's fingers with a quick prick the substance was injected into Aberle. Angela quickly explained the highlights of Aberle's life and the places he usually uses his card. "Can we see inside his place?" asked Alex. In America the government had secretly placed security cameras in everyone's home to help provide better protection for all.

"Sorry Alex, they don't have that in England" Angela informed. With a sigh he looked down at Aberle who was not quite awake and quite frightened.

"So, Aberle. Where were you today?" he asked in a somewhat casual way given the position they were in.

"I, I don't remember." he said. His eyes told the truth which simply meant his memory of the meeting had been erased. Freaking telepaths, he thought.

"Tell me what you do remember and what your plans were," Alex asked lazily. There wasn't too much hope of finding a telepath that didn't want to be found.
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As far as he could figure the encounter happened in a bar, but the idiot hadn't been paying attention to the name of it when he walked in. Alex tried to back track as best as Aberle's memory could allow and stopped at every bar along the way. he mentioned he had to hurry home, so Alex assumed he would have probably gone the straightest way possible. The nightingales were flying overhead mapping the area out finding the possible routes he had taken and the bars nearby.
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Alex had gone to 36 bars before he had given up. All the bartenders said they didn't see the guy, when they were shown the holographic visual of Aberle. 19 bartenders said they remember him though from other nights and 15 of those said they had just started working after 10. Angela started searching for the bartenders that had gotten off and decided he would start his search right away.

A signal was sent and within a five minutes a package was delivered to Alex. He pulled out the two hand guns and slipped a metal device into a slot in his head. "This should at least help against any mind reading, " he said as he slipped the guns in his trench coat and walked busy night streets.

Yvaine's bedroom light was soon switched on only minutes after it had gone off. What could now be seen of her face was twisted into a face of confusion, "What in the world was that?" Yvaine's telepathy was strong enough to hear the thoughts of anyone in a half a mile radius once they are past that their thoughts begin to fade slowly until they are far enough away that they are invisible to her (mind you once they are past the half mile marker she can't understand their thoughts; she just knows they are there). When she was younger and had next to no control of her abilities this would many times cause serious migrains and force her to live in secluded areas. Now though she could still vaguely hear them they were mere whispers easily ignored.

What captured her immediate attention was that someone's whispering thoughts had disappeared quite suddenly. It wasn't gradual as it should have been. 'Another super? But, why would he bother with blocking his mind from me unless...ah, he is looking for me.' The thought struck her. 'Whether or not he succeeds is completely up to luck and me. However, I am curious as to who this power is, so perhaps I should go for a late night jog,' she said to herself, 'I can't fall asleep anyways.'

Getting out of bed Yvaine changed into some excersize clothes and grabbed her iPod. If she was going to play the part and get away with it she would have to be completely submerged in her 'disguise'. Exiting and locking her apartment she ran down a flight of stairs and began her jog; she wasn't sure exactly where he was but she could make a pretty good guess. If he was looking for her he would most definately look in at least one of her work places so she would most definately run past both of them.

As she ran she considered turning on her iPod but decided that it would be easier to notice the person whose thoughts she couldn't hear without it. She couldn't help her curiosity; she wanted so badly to know how was it this super could block her from his mind. If it wasn't a super however she would most definately want to find out how a normal, weak, human being could do it and then of course destroy the gadget.

She didn't want someone to start selling these things to anyone. Not just law officials; though more than anything especially not them, but also the normal citizen mainly because what would happen to her daily entertainment? What seemed like forever passed and finally Yvaine had reached her work place; she was slightly thirsty and decided to make a quick stop for water inside. "Oi, Amy."

The young woman behind the bar turned around almost instantly, "Yvaine, out jogging skane. Would ye fancy some water?" As she spoke she turned around and made a glass of water with ice.

Yvaine chuckled, "It's as though yeh read my mind." and then to herself she giggled, "How ironic."

The nightingales continued continued to fly over head and scanning each residential area he had located for each employee. It was taking some time. Some didn't live so far off but others did. For those ones he sent a nightingale to scan but all the distant places had turned up negative. Which left the telepath somewhere in the general vicinity. That was still some ground to cover but he again shortened his time by sending the mechanical birds off to different locations.

Most of these birds had returned as well and were now circling overhead scanning for the mental signals of a strong psychic.

"Geez all this walking is getting me hungry." Angela gave a chuckle in Alex's head.
"There's a deli nearby and according to their website they have tuna subs, your fave." Angela informed. Alex's face lit up. Tuna was not only delicious but the fish oils was also good for the brain. The word brain reminded Alex of the seriousness of his job, which stopped him none whatsoever as he ordered his tuna sub with pickles, cheese, olives, mustard, and extra mayonaise.

Alex sat down and allowed the birds to keep up his search as he ordered a drink and a nice oatmeal cookie to go with it all. He looked outside through the eyes of one of the nightingales that were perched on the deli's sign, while his face was looking around at the pictures inside and merely focusing on his lovely sub sandwich.
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Minutes had passed and all birds had returned with no results at any of the houses.
"Two possibilties," he whispered quietly to himself. "Either the telepath gave false information and lives somewhere else or they or they are currently still out." With that he sent a command for the birds to stake out the houses that were empty and for the others to go to the bars that had shift changes. It left him two nightingales. One stayed perched and the other simply perched itself on the otherside of the building covering the first nightingales blindspots. "Man, this sub is sooooo good." he told Angela. "I wish you could try this. If we are lucky maybe someday you might be able to. With my help it might actually happen. Angela smiled inwardly and went back to work searching for their telepath.

After finishing up her water Yvaine waved good-bye to her fellow colleague and left. From the corner of her eye she spotted what appeared to be a bird. At first she didn't think to much on it but the farther she ran the more she got this awful feeling about her. 'What's a bird doing out at this time of night?' she thought to herself.

Her eyes widened in realization; she had just uncovered something relating to the person who seemed to be searching for her. For now however she would not react; hopefully her disguise would keep unwanted eyes off her. Now however her curiousity was once more peaked; what kind of ability does this super have? To be able to both block her and control animals was an amazing feat.

She worried only for a moment that there was more than one of them, but this quickly past. Only one person's thoughts had dissappeared from her and if someone wished to remain hidden from her they would hide their allies too. Or at least that is what she would do; not all supers are as smart as her thought. As a matter of fact most weren't; then again that could also be because she cheats, but they don't need to know that.

Another vague notion worried her for a moment; as far as she knew there were a very few amount of supers that know of her existence. Unfortunately, those same supers belonged to the same group that she had recently abandoned. She was slightly worried that they had come to seek their revenge, but at the same time she didn't know of anyone in that group that could block her abilities. Did they find a new member? Or more than likely this isn't that group and is instead a renegade super. Either way she had a feeling she would find out and it would be soon.

As she ran she looked behind her; hopefully it would not be noticeable. She saw that the bird was still there and breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed it had not noticed her and took flight back to its master. That would not have been good.

Eric gave a sigh of relief as he exited the old warehouse he had met Ivantik Solkhov and that much later a pale woman had came in asking him of where Solkhov was. He wasn't sure. but something about the woman seemed off to Eric, and usually something being off makes him cautious. He gave a short yawn and realized he wasn't all that tired, the need for food and drink had all but diminished inside of him, perhaps the effects and exhaustion and fatigue were going as well. Eric figured this was an example of the formua continuously mutating and felt a bit sad that now each passing moment made him even less human. He didn't get far from where I was when he stepped on a square object on the ground, Eric recognized as one of the recorders that journalists and investigators use when interviewing or interrogating clients or suspects so they could have what they said on record when they needed to use it. Having nothing better to do he pressed the play button.

"Curse that idiotic fool Petrovich, does he not know the ingenius of genetically creating a whole army made of limitless energy producing potentials." Ivantik Solkhov's recognizable voice came from the recorder, "No the bastard wants to continue playing with his...well I don't consider it a person so I'll say his little pet.. then he'll soon realize the limits of his mistakes. I realize now that using Petrovich's pet as a template for my plans will not work. It is not stable neither physically nor emotionally, the energy readings were off the charts last I check. In fact the thing appears to be bordering on the line of insanity in my opinion. However the American I got in contact with, this Eric Wilder proves to be a viable candidate for my plans. He is able to control his energy levels far more easily without the use of some silly suit. The fact he can also regenerate injuries at an accelerated rate and appears to be in the perfect state of mind, meaning he is totally sane proves how perfect Wilder would be for my tests and experiments." Solkhov's voice continued, "I plan to meet Wilder tonight to see if he'll come with me willingly, as long as nothing interrupts us we should be fine. Least of all a BloodWitch, disgusting degenerates that they are. The reports my spies and contacts on the inside tells me one resides here in New Moscow so I'll have to make this meeting quick. Hopefully by tomorrow Wilder and myself should be in Sunderland if he agrees to come. I am not blind to current events though, the monks I met last month told me of something big coming and I have a feeling it has something to do with that comet the media is blabbering about. I will wait til those thing dies down before moving onto to my actual plans." the recording ended.

Eric's head was spinning after he heard the recording. Solkhov wasn't here to help him, but to take and use him. "Well I guess this is all the more reason to go to Sunderland." he said determined.

Alexander woke up shortly after, bothered by jetlag and his gut feeling. Getting up from his bed, Alex turned on the lights and squinted. He sluggishly walked over to his closet, grabbed a pair of clean clothes, and changed. He walked out shortly after, locking his apartment door behind him. After running down the stairs, he started wandering around the neighborhood.

Soon, though, a slight buzz caught his attention. In the dim light, Alexander couldn't see anything that might have caused the noise, so he stopped, and took a careful look around. Soon enough, he found the source of the noise: a little bird perched on a nearby park bench.

... That's no ordinary bird, thought Alexander. Squinting, he realized that it wasn't any normal bird, but instead a machine.

Surveillance. Must be after the excavation reports. If anyone else gets their hands on that, well, I'm screwed.

Walking alongside the shadows of various closed stores, Alex slowly got within range of the bird. Masking his face with his left hand, he conjured lightning with his right hand, and fired a quick bolt as the bird. The bolt should not have been enough to completely fry the bird's circuits, but enough to temporarily short-circuit it. A semicircular scorch mark was also left on the bench where it was hit. Panting, he turned around and ran off, hoping that whoever was behind this would not find him. Stopping by a deli, he walked inside, still panting. Alexander ordered a drink, and walked to a seat, noting the presence of someone with somewhat spiky black hair.

Sighing, he sat down at a table near the center.

Man, it's only been a year, and the place is completely different.

Damon was in a dead run. He could only hear the chopper flying above him and his own deep breathing. They had found him,he was so sure that he had a clean escape and that Petrovich wouldn't want a public incident with a test subject escaping the facility. A bright spotlight flashed on him as he continued to run down the dark woods. He was close to a city he could feel the energy radiating from it. Energy flooded him and he almost lost his vision in a blind rage. Damon stopped at the end of the forest and looked at the helicopter. Damon held out his arms as if he was about to hug someone. A gray box of energy formed around the helicopter. He could see the pilot's face of horror knowing what was about to happen. Damon clapped his hands together and saw the big box crush the helicopter into a big square of twisted metal. The balled up plane hit the ground with a large bang. It soon erupted in fire. Damon knew the pilot was just a scout. And that more were coming. Damon rupted in laughter and thinking of the dark vile things he could do in the city. His body trembled with anticipation.
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Damon stood in the middle of traffic. His dark black hair gleemed in the pale moonlight. A long line of cars was behind him beeping their owns spitting out curses in russian telling him to move out the street.

"No run away please!"Damon tried to yell.

But only a small laugh escaped his lips. Those same red whips that took the lives of so many ran down both his arms. People began screaming and running away in every direction.

"He's a freak!"One woman screamed.

The long red whip lashed out at her severing her body in two. Damon continued to laugh as his whips began slashing any close enough to him.

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Dr.Petrovich watched silently behind the monitor as Damon was on a mass murdering spree in the city. Sgt.Heyward looked at the screen in disgust. The man stood in complete attention in his dark green army fatigues and black boots. He had numerous medals clanging together on his uniform.

"Because of your little experiments im out a pilot and a functional helicopter.Now he is on a rampage inside the city. We have sent the SK ops to intercept him before he does any more damage that we cant repair." Sgt Heyward said not taking his cold blue eyes off the screen.

Dr.Petrovich just nodded. He knew that Damon was going to kill any group they sent after him. He was too valuable to his reasearch to let these army thugs kill him. When the time was right he would make his move and claim him once again. The army gave him little credit,he was always two steps ahead of them. And this current event just made him even closer to his goal.