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Kara was wondering around the town and heard a loud BOOM! in the distance. She ran and jumped into a dark alley way. It was so dark that she couldn't see very well. She tried to find her way to the end of it but she tripped and fell. "Ow. That one hurt." She mummbled to herself. Suddenly she heard deep voices of men. She quickly got up and shuffled to a safe spot where they couldn't find her.

OOC: sorry i haven't been able to post guys. I've just really busy and stuff so I probably wont be posting until later this week. Sorry. ^^;

"Look, lady, I’m not big on talk so don't." Avon took out a candy wrapper. Inside of it was some chewing gum. He handed it to her with a smile she could not see. If she would shut up and chew he wouldn't have to deal with her.

He watched an old woman leave the bus, then a young man in a business suit. "I'm sorry." He apologized, speaking to hastily. "I'm not apologizing because I was rude but because it’s your freedom as a citizen to have speech. I cannot take that from you so enjoy it." His deep voice was getting on the drivers nerves. But, he remembered how ruthless the man could be, so he did not make a sound.

Looking out the window, he saw no unusual activity amongst the residents. He was glad.

Then he saw more leaving, each with frightened expressions. They too, were afraid of him. He didn’t let it bother him.

By the time they started driving it was only her, the strange man and three other passangers. She almost laughed when she realized that everyone left because of the stranger. She smirked, what if they saw her abilities? Would they freak out? Turning her head she stared at the man intently, trying to define every line on his body.

One of the passengers moved forward, sitting beside Avon. "Hey, super freak, what’s crack-a-lack’in?" He laughed with his buddies. His pals started messing with Avon, poking, rubbing, and slapping him in the face. "I suggest you drop the floor and pretend you’re dead, NOW."

"Oh and why should we do that, tough guy?” He had purple hair and it was spiked in every which way. His attempts at intimidating Avon were failing miserably.


"Because if you don't at least act as if your deceased, I’M GONNA MAKE IT HAPPEN!" He said as he rose to his feet quicker than the three could react to. He was very violent, and very fast. Before they knew what took place, they were squirming around with broken bones and sore spots. One was in a seat behind them, another was falling out of the bus, and the last’s had been seized by Avon. He was winded and dying; the reason? Avon was strangling him viciously. But before he had unleashed the full extent to his wrath, Avon let go of him, knowing they hadn’t done any wrong. “They will be fine.” He said, insisting that they go on with the ride. “Don’t stop. I warned them and they didn't take my advice.” He said to the man closest to the front window.

She stared over at the man in horror. Had he just attacked those humans?! She gasped as she saw them, all broken and beaten on the ground. It was their fault for messing with a guy like that. She knew instantly what he was, a mutant. Like her! She wanted wanted to go help the clique of guys but decided against it, turning towards the window. She studied the other mutant from the reflection in the glass.

"I'm not a mutant if that’s what you’re thinking. I could tell you more, but not here. We would have to go to a safe and secure place." He liked toying with her. “But no, I have no aim of giving you any information on me whatsoever. Besides that, it would not be safe if you were to come with me. I am almost always encountered with gunmen or other obstacles that a normal person cannot possibly overcome.”

Avon then studied her appearance carefully, making sure she was no threat to him. “What is your name?” He asked curiously. She hadn’t said a word and he was actually looking forward to a little chat every now and then. “And if you’re a mutant, what can you do?” He suspected she was a mutant after he remembered that anyone that was your average person had left in spite of him or attacked him with words and threats. So then why did this girl choose to stay and stay silent?

She thought to herself. /Oh I wish someone would at least help me get past these evil men./ Suddenly someone came to her rescue. "Who's there? I know someones here. Please come out where ever you are." She said frightened. There was a body tall and tanish she was a girl with brown hair and she said her name was Aly. She came to help her. Kara followed Aly down the alley and out into the streets where they were supposed to be looking for shelter.

OOC: does anyone want to join Gale or Aly and Tylee? If so, just tell us and we can work you in. That is, if it's ok with you, shadowdragonfox?

(Aly)

"What should we do now? Run ? Hide? or Should we fight?" The other girl asked, morphing into a fox. Aly raised an eyebrow.

“I, for one, have no desire to be riddled with bullet holes,” she whispered dryly. “Therefore, I suggest we hide. Unfortunately, I am much larger than you, so we will have to find a larger hiding area.” She frowned as she tried to think of possible areas near them. “If we could find a sewer entrance, that would be great, but I don’t remember any near here. Besides, sewers are cold and damp. Got any ideas?”

As she spoke, she looked deeper into the alley, looking for any suspicious movement.

Kyra looked at him suprised. "Not a human?" she mumbled. Than she answered, "I AM a mutant and......and I shift." She smiled and turned away. "I do not know if I can stay with you. Someone like you can attract hunters and the goverment, I don't want to risk my life even though my life is already on the line." She was thinking hard, maybe she should stay with him.

Suddenly the bus swirved off of its path, veering into a building. Outside stood a troope of gunman, their glasses shining in the light. The leader smiled gleefully as he seemed to already claim his prize.
"So now we must fight," whispered Kyra disparingly.

Uh kara, it is against the rules to control another person's character. I'm sure Tylee andf I can fit you in, but we have to finish our conversation first. I can edit you in, if you like, but you might want to delete your post since it hasn't happened yet. If so, just tell me.

"The Mutant Resistance Force has arrived. It means I'm allowed to go all-out on those murderous bastards." He took from his pocket, grenades. He pulled the pins out of a set of three, sending them out the bus and in the direction of the troops. "The bus should get blasted out of this building or we'll die in an explosion. Whichever." Sure enough, the bus was sent back enough that it was out of the construct, but it was up on its side. Avon was the first to stand, grabbing onto Kyra. He hopped out of the doors, grabbing onto the sides of the vehicle. Pulling himself and her up and out of it, he commanded her to go on without him while he helped the driver.

"Move quickly, whoever you are! The MRF won't hesitate to kill you! I've seen the atrocities their operatives have committed and I don't want you to be faced with the kind of torment they use on unsuspecting innocents like yourself."

"Jumping Jesus, Hulk, what the Hell is your problem?" Bruce stood up from his seat and pushed Avon out of the way as he passed, bending down to examine the downed men. He looked them over, checking their vitals, asking if they were okay. "These guys are in serious trouble. Mask-boy's tough-guy act caused a lot of internal bleeding. This guy's knees are shattered - If we don't get him in a cast quick, he'll never walk again, if he even survives to get to the hospital. One of his ribs has punctured a lung." He turned to a nearby, horrified, passenger. "You, give me your newspaper." He said, pulling the paper from his lap. He rolled it up into a funnel and inserted it into the ailing man's mouth, deep into his throat. "That should help with the breathing. Everybody, move, get these guys up on the seats. They need to be laying against something soft. Driver, get en route to a hospital, quick."

Several passengers heaved the men up onto their chairs, graciously standing so that they would have room.

"God dammit, Halloweenie, what the FUCK is your deal?" Bruce turned to get answers from him.

Chekov was enjoying a mid afternoon walk when he saw the three grenades flying from the bus window. He watched them arc towards the black-clad government men, and then watched as the ensuing explosion knocked the bus out of the building and onto the street. It was a good explosion, he had to admit. Nice and loud with just the right amount of shrapnel. Not like those silly stinger grenades back in Sicily. That had to be the worst vacation spot he'd visited so far.

Crossing the street, he approached the remaining MRF gunmen with a casual nod, pulling a cigar from his jacket pocket and lighting it with the agonizing slowness of an addict of many years.

"Lo there fellas," he said, voice slightly muffled by the cigar in his mouth. "What happened here? One of you mess around with that bus' wife or something?"

Kyra followed the masked man's/mutants lead. She leaped out and instantly shifted into a raven, her beady eyes glinting. She didn't just turn into realistic being, she had every living form imaginable. Soaring into the sky she doubled backwords, falling to the ground in the form of a legendary being, a gryphon. She attacked a small cluster of men before rearing back into the sky, taking refuge on the closest roof top.

(OOC(Im fine with that!))
"Well I can always run over to a different allyway and make nosie so they go over to there and you can make a run for it?" Tylee looked down the road and saw the that the men were getting closer. "Well should I or not? They coming!" Tylee looked around again trying to find a good ally were she can make some noise.

Kik watched all of this happen with wide eyes. She didn't want to get off of the bus, to pass the masked man. She didn't want any attention put on her. Mutant, shifter, what were they thinking throwing such words around so recklessly. The MRF has spies everywhere, didn't they understand that?

There was no way they could win against the gunmen outside. Glass was shattering, she hated glass. The brat had sprung to his feet, ordering the others into action, but she felt sick and tired and angry. She stood, her eyes locked on the front of the bus. "What have they brought us into?!" she demanded.

Kyra shifted into an eagle, flapping above the scene below her, hitting when she could. She had never been in a battle like this, well, she had but not with so many people. She landed, morphing into her human form. She searched around for the bag she was holding down on the ground. Where could it be? She need that bag! She couldn't hurt herself when she was shifting, it could be deadly, the results.
She finally found it, lodged between two piece of shrapnel. She sighed with relief as she retrieved it, opening it up. Taking out a small gun she started firing. She had to get out of here and fast! Shooting a couple rounds she dodged out of the scene and to a nearby alley way where she could hopefully take refuge but to her dismay barks and shouts sounded behind her. Three men were hunting her down with a couple of dogs, their faces twisted with rage and anger. Should she face them or should she attempt to get away?

OOC: Can you bring her in?

(Aly)

"Sounds good to me, will you be okay?" Aly asked. She peered around the corner warily, and shivered at the sight of so many armed men. "Unfortunately, I cannot help but fear that we will have to fight."

She sighed. "If only...oh, I don't know! THis is so stupid! We didn't ask for this power!" She punched the wall, and it crumbled a bit, a crack running up the wall. She stared at her fist eyes wide, before realizing that she had simply lost control of her power for a second. She folowed the crack upward, and grimaced at the size. There was no way the MRF could miss that.

But there! A chunk of bricks had separated from the wall, teetering on the edge of the crack. She held her breath, if it fell, it would be like shouting, "Hello, MRF, mutantas here!" at the top of their lungs. She glanced at Tylee, eyes wide in fear.

"Everyone get the hell out of here! Unless you want to be pelted with bullets!" There’s not a damn thing I can do for these people. This is a fight I can't win. Avon dove from the vehicle crammed with the remaining people, hopping safely to the streets below. Sprinting towards a path in-between two apartment complexes, Avon quickly jumped a fence, the thoughts of those he had left behind filling him with immediate grief. Even still, this would not prevent his escape from the clutches of the MRF. “I wasted my grenades on a small force. They will send more troops to capture me and probably that shape shifter. Those unfortunate enough to be near all that are as good as dead if the MRF decides upon it.”

A bullet skimmed his cheek, tearing through his mask. “Finally, I can bring you to justice, vigilante!”

“I told you to call me Alterare." He said, calming himself. When he was calm was when he could think. And that was something vital to his survival in this kind of encounter.

Another bullet smashed against a dumpster near Avon. Avon lowered himself behind it, hoping to keep his limbs intact! He then took from the trash heap, an apple. “Lucky me.” He said, noticing it was nice and firm. Then, taking one step out from behind his cover, he chucked the fruit at the man as hard as he possibly could. He saw the MRF soldier stumble and fire several times, missing Avon completely. While he was stunted, Avon ran forward, tackling him to the mud. After a series of punches, Avon asked why they were after him. “What do you want with me!?”

“Isn’t it evident, Alterare? You’re my failure and it’s my duty to bring a halt to your actions!”

“You’re not entitled to that yet, friend. You’ll have another chance, though.” He took from his pockets, a long strand of rope. After binding the scientist turned militant to the fence, Avon hurried off, hearing the man scream in anger. Avon hadn’t showed enough concern to ask for a name or for much of anything for that matter. The only significant detail he wanted was what the MRF reasoning was in pursuing him. Now he understood. In what little he had accomplished, the MRF had learned of it. He was dumbfounded at how fast they were to reacting to his deeds.

They released the dogs on her as the men took out their guns. She couldn't deal with dogs and guns right now but it looks like she has to.
Forcefully she shifted into a leopard as the dogs sunk their teeth into her neck and sides. She snarled tearing at them with her teeth and claws. Surely they wouldn't stad against a big feline like her. Suddenly their was a whisking sound as three darts moved their way into her blood stream, releasing their venom.
She roared in rage as the contents of the bullet made their way through her body, making her shift from all sorts of animals. Tiger to bird, bird to fish, fish to rabbit, rabbit to bear, and so on. Images flashed behind her eyes of the lab, of life after her radiation 'treatment'. She let out a wail from which ever form she was in before being thrown in a large, metal cage. After that it was all darkness.