This once Glorious city was now home to looters,thieves and all sorts of criminals. To the South was the Civilian Quarter where the last remnants of Sanity were found. If you were to go there you would find a typical community full of people going about they're daily lives as if there was no conflicts happening. Then we have the Abnormalities which for some reason has taken no stand against the Government. A Stranger from lands far away approached a Young man by the name of Samuel and began to explain his role in this and what he must do to bring an end to this oppression. You see the Abnormals were only a threat to the UPA, not because of what they represented but because of the potential threat they may cause. Just like the racism against minorities ages ago people truly feared what they couldn't understand.

Times like these makes one realize how important friendship really is because if someone can't unite these "Abnormals" as they are commonly called...they will parish along with the rest of this city.


Samuels hideout had been deserted for quite sometime now, the last of the stragglers had fled the area and the only ones who were left were him and a Dog milo who comes and goes from time to time. Screams in the distance indicated that someone was either being attacked,raped or robbed and sadly Samuel no longer felt any emotions towards that. He had seen so much in these past years and his tolerance for violence had only increased...he was truly becoming what the government thought of his kind. Like the Abnormals before him Samuel was indeed powerful but constantly sick and in his case he was sick through out most of the day.

Those letters that he sent out if they even made it to their destinations were his last hope of finding away to make it through this. The strange man that had instructed him was no doubt an Abnormal like he was but he was different. He felt compassion towards the Humans, something that Sam could never truly do. Laying down on an old mattress he looked up at the cracked ceiling watching as a few roaches scurried across....at times sam felt like that. An insect whose sole purpose in life was survival

Bone cracked his neck he finally made it or whats left of it Chicago. He walked past a old building and before he could take another step he was met by a man in torn up cloths with a gun. The man put the gun to Bones head "Hand over everything you got or else" the man was placed right behind him. Bone smiled "Well i pick or else and that would be death for you!" His spine with a sharp end went and lunged its self in the mans heart and before the reaction could be made he swung his arm that had a curved blade like a scythe and decapitated the man's head. His bones went back in and then he lunged his hand into his back and pulled out a long bone handled scythe and blood everywhere lifted up and surrounded the scythe ready to protect him. Bone went to his knees in pain he felt his spine grow back after a minute of great pain he stood up and wiped the sweat off of his forehead and he put the scythe to his back and his blood fused with his body making the weapon attach to his back. "OK now lets find the guy how sent this message" he walked around yelling out for Samuel just wondering around people hid in their homes because word spread quickly about his quick killing they were to scared to even attack him and that was good for him.

Anya had been in her usual spot. Riding the rails of the old Chicago and listening to her music. She was zoned out and never noticed the passengers on the train or the hustle and bustle of the city. She didn't care for it much either, this city of lost souls. One of her friend, an old man, he was probably in his late 70s and worked for the postal office sat down next to her on the train. She didn't notice him at first and he had to tap her on her knee. Anya's face brightened and she took her headphones out "GRANDPA" she yelled and gave him a big hug. He returned it and gave her a smile. "How have you been doing little one" She let go of him "oh..as fine as you can be living on the streets these days." He looked back at her sadly. "I'm sorry I can't help you in any other way.... Well something happened the other day. I was going through the mail and I found this." He took out the letter and handed it to her. "I don't know who it's from, there was no return address on it but it was definitely addressed to you." Anya opened the letter and glanced through it. Her hand clenched damaging the paper but quickly released it. It reminded her to much of her misery and loneliness. It didn't even contain a place to meet this Samuel." Her mind raced back to all of her beatings and the ever-present scars. A tear rolled down her cheek and Grandpa leaned over and took her into his embrace. He knew what she was going through, he had been on jury duty the day of her trial. He rubbed his hand through her hair and patted her on the back "there there little one. Don't cry." he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead." Don't let anything like that get you down, Your still the most beautiful girl in the world. Don't let these things get you down." Anya sniffled "okay grandpa...I'll try." the Grandpa stood up. "I must be off, go and meet this Samuel, It will be good for you. If you ever need anyone little one, you know where I live. I always enjoy your company." The Grandpa got off at the station and the doors swung closed.

Bone was walking by and he stopped before he could react a family sword was shoved into his stomach he spat out blood and grabbed the sword but since he couldn't pull it out he scared the person and shoved it in farther. Underneath his hood his eyes were red "Blood i dont need blood can you help me lose blood come on help me lose it lets get crazy!" he pulled out the sword and cut himself multiple times blood swirling around him he pulled out the scythe and cut the man in two he heard gun fire and his blood made a shield and blocked it in time. Bone turned to the guns man and then looked and saw everyone surround him he smiled "Well it looks like your all going to die now nice to see who i kill" he charged and his forearms made arm blades and he slit someone throat he then swung the scythe and killed much others his blood just swirling around him he grabbed a person throat and he cut that he created a massacre in a street he swung and chopped and later he found nothing to kill his eyes were wild but he soon calmed down. "That was crazy i mean look at the mess i made i wouldn't be surprised if i give someone nightmares for this." He sat down on the floor in the middle of the street his wounds were great more than he wanted but his blood went to work on healing him by speeding up the scab possess then speeding up the closing of the wounds.

While sleeping Sam was having one of his usual nightmares. This one however was different all the others were about harm coming to him but this one was about harm coming to friends he will have in the future. It made no sense because the Government was indirectly involved in getting rid of the Abnormals. If the public truly found out what they had planned there would be a an uprising against them. After a few moments of tossing and turning he awoke to the sounds of his name being yelled out. Looking at milo who was confused and worried he gave the dog a pat on the head and walked over toward the broken window.

A young man was in the street and he appeared to be dying but it something was off about this guy. Sam grabbed a satchel full of over the counter medical supplies and started making his way down the fire escape which was really funny because this fire escape was old and rusted with jagged edges. One of Samuel's usual stomach pains crept over him and there really wasn't anything that could be done about it except some pain pills but Sam had already gone through 3 bottles and others may need it should they ever arrive.
As Sam approached the man he saw the blood around him and it became obvious to what had happened to this guy.

" So um having friendly chats with the locals I see...Names Sam or Samuel if you wish to be formal."

Lee stepped silently onto the train, sliding past an old man walking off of said train. Her long bangs were swept aside as she removed her green-tinted sunglasses reveling deep, golden eyes. A leather gloved hand instinctively reached out for a support rail as the train started away. A small figure of a girl caught her eye, one lost from reality, immersed in the music gushing from the headphones wrapped around her head. Lee's eyes focused on the girl as the train sped away, swaying to and fro.

A sudden sense of what the girl was dawned upon Lee. Reverting her eyes to the window above, she gazed out to as far as she could possibly see; the distance was truly great as she could nearly see the edge of the ruined city. Her eyes fluttered before closing just a bit longer then an average blink. As she opened her eyes, the world was a disorientating image of shifting images and fading lights.

Lee's peach lips curved into a smirk as she now had the entire past opened to her knowledge. Like a remote control, she could see far into the past, where the land she was speeding across was simple wilderness, where the great events of history took place, where the simple happenings of life were still simple. Despite all this, she perhaps re-winded the happenings on that very cart to perhaps 15 mins ago. An older man sat beside the girl that was still occupying this train. An exchange of a letter. Fallen tears.

She could not hear what was being exchanged, only see.

The gift of sight is truly a blessing Lee thought, the writing in the letter clearly visible to her. An abnormality, just as she had thought. A letter just as that was given to the girl before her was just like the one that sat in her black trench coat pocket. In fact, Lee was just heading over to where this letter came from herself.

With two strides, Lee takes a seat next to the girl; the place where the old man was sitting just before. Appearing as friendly, open, and warm as anyone could possibly appear she taps the girl gently on the knee, the other hand retrieving her letter from her pocket.

"Excuse me, did you happen to get a letter like this?"

Bone gave a sigh and stood up his blood still around him "Yea they are great people to talk to as you can see." He picked up his bone scythe and his blood attached it to his back. He looked at Sam "So your Sam well I'm bone nice to meet you do you want to stand here or do you want to find a safe place before more of the friendlies come over to talk?"

"Heh As much as I'd enjoy that I suggest we go over to my safehouse.....afterall we don't want to draw too much attention"

This guy bone was a mess but he couldn't tell if he needed medical attention or if he was merely healing himself on his own. Either way the two had to get off the streets and indoors before the military makes they're daily sweep. Sam began walking back towards his hideout kicking up some dirt and playing with the lint inside his left jeans pocket. The stomach pains seemed to get better from earlier but that was probably because he hadn't had a steady drink of water in about a day. As he continued to walk he glanced over at a dumpster some feet away from he and bone which appeared to be a buffet for some orphans who looked as if they hadn't seen a proper meal in sometime. It was sad that this part of the city has come to this and the rest of the country seems to ignore it.

Turning his view from the orphans back to bone he awaited him to follow

Bone followed behind he looked at the orphans and turned his head like he didn't see anything. He felt his wounds heal and he sighed "So whats your power?" He was searching for other powers so he can record them so he can study the uses so he can prove the government wrong about people like him.

Anya looked up at the older girl sitting next to her. She was wearing all black and smiling....... but her face told Anya that she had lived a life of pain. The girls eyes, a bright but at the same time almost haunting gold. Anya could tell from just sight that this girl was different....another abnormality in this dark depressing world.

She slowly pulled out the letter and handed it to the older girl. "You have a kind heart, don't hide it behind that dark demeanor."

Anya looked away again, "You wouldn't happen to know where to go would you?"

Alan sat on the rooftop looking down at the scene of dead bodies, He felt Alive, His senses tingled as he 'fed' on the scene, If all failed this was one good thing that happened to him on his trip to find Samuel. After he had gotten the letter he had used some of his contacts. Which really means he killed a few people, Took their memories and used their bodies before they rotted to get what ever information he needed.

He jumped from one roof to the other just in time to spot a sickly looking man with another man who looked like he had a scythe made of bone on his back. He ran along the top of the roof parallel to the small company of two, His feet made no noise as shadow which should have cast out onto the street below was laid out in front of him like a carpet, It stopped anything on the roof tripping him or creaking and giving his presence away.

Alan was in front of the two by about a hundred meters and he noticed a alleyway and dropped down it getting ready to step out into the two's path, No sooner had he hit the ground then a knife went into his back. As the knife went in Alan gasped but it wasn't because of the knife it was because of how close the persons hand was to his skin, It was blistering and hot. He threw himself forward and turned in the air pulling out his gun and shooting the guy once in the head.

Once the wound was healed from the power of the fresh corpse he stepped out into the street, He had to dive to the side to stop himself touching the two men, Once he got up and brushed himself off and looked at the two guys "I guess one of you is Samuel?" he asked while constantly searching for any living creature that might want to touch him.

"You have a kind heart, don't hide it behind that dark demeanor."

Lee blinks at this, such a girl being able to see past the layers surrounding her; physical and mental. A slight concentration in her powers for a single moment, a sudden glimmer in her eyes. From days re-winded Lee could see so much of this girl in this very train; her movements, actions, and habits, but very little of the girl herself. She allowed the past to slip from her eyes, as only a glance through that window was needed.

"My letter came with a map. Really sketchy one so I had to go around a bit but it's the next stop after this one and just a quick walk." What a young girl, Lee thought to herself. So troubled and alone. How cruel was it that someone as young as her was left out to fend for herself just because she was an Abnormality? No, Lee thinks, she will not be alone when this 'Sam' was found.

"First off, since we're headed the same way, what's your name? You can call me Sun for now, that way, neither of us has to travel alone." Sun....a name that she has used much more then Lee. She thought it was fitting, Sun, pertaining to her golden eyes. But that was not the point in using that name. Lee was truly afraid, afraid of her real name going out and spreading to the law enforcement. She had escaped capture several times from simply using 'Sun'.

Smirking at bone he dragged his Right hand across ripping water molecules directly from the air molecules. This technique of his was rarely used as the water does touch his skin and cause some discomfort but luckily he only grabbed a few this time so this discomfort would not really last.

" Well I can control this stuff...water to be exact. I have some trouble with pulling it out of ice but I'm working on it."

As soon as he gave his reply he saw this new stranger dirty and seemed to be looking for something. This one was strange indeed but something about him gave Sam a feeling of comfort as if he knew that this guy was somehow in the same predicament as he and bone.

"That'd be me friend. Samuel Skanetti here and you are?"

The water molecules that hovered over his right palm began to disappear from site as he turned his attention from that to this new guy.

Archibald Côté clutched his Louis Vuitton bag closer his chest as he made his was through the dark, sinister streets of what had been Chicago. He rounded a corner and from nowhere came 6 large, burly men with baseball bats. Archibald tried to hurry past them, but they surrounded him.

"Can i help you boys?" he said, stopping and looking at the tallest, ugliest man of the six.

"That's a nice bag you got there," the man said with a mocking laugh, the others joining in "Looks expensive!"

"It was, thanks," Archibald said "Now unless you want some fashion tips - and Lord knows you need them! -..." he paused, looking the ring-leader up and down, shaking his head at the boot cut jeans and sleeve-less shirt "...Can you please get the hell out of my way."

The men surrounding him began to laugh in the same mocking tone as before. The tallest man took a step forward, closer to Archibald, holding his baseball bat aloft in a threatening manner.

"Alright, enough fooling around! Hand over the bag!" he said sternly.

It took all Archibald's will power not to look a terrified as he felt.

"I'd rather not, thanks." he said, his voice only shaking ever so slightly.

"Ha, i don't remember that being an option. Now you can either give us the bag, and not get a beating, or we can beat you to death and then pry it from your cold, dead little hands." The man yelled, tapping his left hand with the bat he was holding in his right.

"Oh alright, just let me get my makeup, i'm sure you don't want that!" Archibald said, reaching into his bag and pulling out his gold-coloured M1911 pistol, pointing it directly at the man in front of him and pulling the trigger. The man looked shocked, then suddenly slumped to the ground, a hole straight through his chest. Archibald turned to face the other men, who were shocked to say the least. He pulled the trigger twice more and two more of the men hit the ground.

At this point, the other men made a swift escape.

"Nobody takes my Louis Vuitton!" he yelled after them, replacing the gun in his bag and walking swiftly away from the dead bodies, hopping over the crimson pool of blood that was spreading from the bodies of the dead men.

"Right, now to find Samuel...wherever the hell he is." Archibald said, walking onwards quickly to where he was unreliably informed Samuel was sometimes seen. As he arrived at the dinghy street, he sighed as it became apparent that it was deserted presently. Sitting down on the curb and folding his arms, Archibald prepared to wait and see if the information given by the homeless woman at the train station was as unreliable as he suspected.

Unbeknown to Archibald, however, he was sat just a few meters away from Samuel's hide out.

It took Anya a bit of time to respond. She wasn't the best around those she didn't know...it was.......uncomfortable. "Sun.........You can call me Anya" she extended her arm for a hand shake and in doing so revealed several more scars on her arm. She sat quietly for a bit just listening to her music, "Have you had anything to eat? I know a shop owner who wouldn't mind making us a gyro. It's on the stop." She talked slowly and almost unemotionally. Whether Sun was an abnormality or not she had to be careful. On top of that the feds don't even know her as an abnormality which makes being careful even more important for Sun or some of the others.

Alan fidgeted feeling all the life force crowd around him, It was a feeling he preferred see disappear. As it was he tried to put that at the back of his mind and look at the person who had just confirmed himself as Samuel, He looked down at them "I'm Alan, I got your letter and um.. Tracked you down through some ummm... Connections..", The only thing that come out completely clearly was his name and that he got the letter, From there his speech deteriorated and his italian accent became more obvious in his speech.

He looked around nervously, He was trying to keep his eyes open, All it would take was some idiot running and trying to barge him aside to send bits of him flying. He remembered that Samuel wasn't alone and so he looked up to see the other man "Um so what is your name?" He asked a bit sheepishly.
As he spoke a dirty great rat come running out of a gutter going straight for Alan, It looked like it had the idea of finding shelter in Alan's clothes. Alan noticed the rat when it was half way to him, He jumped and fumbled for his gun at his side trying to shoot the bloody thing before it got to him.

Bone looked at the rat coming towards this kid who was fumbling for his gun he grabbed the rat and his bones plunged into the rat he threw it at the wall. He smiled "Im Bone."

Lee, or rather, Sun leaned back in her seat, her eyes trailing from the girl, around the silent train car that they sat in. The wheels clattered loudly, a screech as the train came to a halt; one more before their stop would be reached.

"Have you had anything to eat? I know a shop owner who wouldn't mind making us a gyro. It's on the stop."

Lee's mouth watered, the thought of a gyro was tantalizing and painful at the same time. She had never tasted a gyro before, but had several of them before, each different; odd meats, different sauces, various veggies, all of which she could not taste. Of course, none of her emotions were shown, hidden far beneath those dark pools of golden yellow.

"Naw, I'm fine. If you want one, it wouldn't hurt if a few minuets were taken off for some food." Lee shifted again, leaning forward, elbows resting on her knees. The train started up again; it would not take long until they would reach the stop now.

Alan breathed a sigh of relief as the guy called bone killed the rat, He took a deep breath then stood up to his full height (( 6'5 ft )) which made him tower over most. It was only then that Alan realized he was properly a couple years older then the other two, Which for a strange reason somewhere in the part of his mind and memory he couldn't control made him feel good. He looked at the others for a second letting the feeling fade before speaking "So... I will explain what that was about later on, When we are somewhere safe" he said feeling like an idiot, But as least an idiot with his accent in check this time.

Bone nodded "yea the locals didn't enjoy having me standing around as you can see from the massacre back there." He gave a weak smile.