Kenneth young awoke on Saturday night with a headache. He slumped out of his bed and made his way downstairs for late night breakfast. A plate of cold sausages and bacon sat on the small table placed in the middle of his little kitchen, next to it sat a note reading: 'Ken. Had work. Made dinner for you'. It looked like it was written by a five-year-old but Kenneth knew it was his father's handwriting.
"Mmm. Cold food. My favorite" He said to himself sarcastically as he slid the food into the bin and the plate into the sink "Now what do i do?" he sighed. There was a bump upstairs, 'ah crap' he thought to himself.

He carefully and quietly made his way upstairs. Another bump came from his dads room. Kenneth knew his dad had a large bundle of money saved in his drawer ( only because his father doesn't trust the banks to keep his money). Kenneth crept to the door and eased it open slightly, just enough to see in. He could see a silhouette of a man rummaging through the drawers and cupboards. Kenneth burst in and shouted "Who the hell are you?!", he startled the man, and he climbed out of the window.
"hey!" Kenneth chased after him, and also climbed out. He saw the man running out of his garden and down the alleyway. When Kenneth got down he just saw the man take a quick right, he knew this was a dead end. He chased and caught up with the man. "got ya now sucker!" he said smirking. The stranger began making odd movements with his head, twitching from side to side like a herring. The mans head just tipped its self into the light of a lamppost and Kenneth saw bright red eyes and jagged teeth like that of a sharks.
"Jesus!" Exclaimed Kenneth as he began stepping back in fear. He turned and ran back to his house, slammed the door shut and leaned against it in the darkness of his house. All he could hear was the deep panting of his exhausted self. did i imagine that? he thought.




A bald man in white robes and leather shoulder pads stood atop a water fall facing an assailant.
"you'll never stop us Kayne! We had good reason to throw you out! you became a monster! you killed without remorse! and then you used your power on your own friends! You do not deserve to be part of the order!!"
"Be quiet, child... It won't hurt... for long.." said a deep voice
"You can't have me! I won't let you!!"
"I need your powers Darius."
Darius turned to the edge of the water fall, "Come and get them." he uttered under his breath. He jumped off the edge, falling with his arms outstretched and a peaceful smile on his face. His disappeared into the mists below.

Jake was at his new appartment.Hehad only had it for a week,and he had just finished moving in.Tonight was going to be his first ever night in his new Appartment.He was gonig to be 18 in 4 days and he was on top of the world.Of course at the current time.Jake was focusing on enjoying his life.Jake went into the living room of his appartment and then looked at his Sofa,he then sat on it and looked around thinknig if his parents could cope without him being there.Jake quickly dismissed the thought and then phoned his parents,to tell them that he was now done moving in and that they could visit anytime,After phoning themJake felt much happier,he felt almost as if his life was complete.

Cross sighed in her new home. It was big, almost as big as a celebrities' house. but what could she do? Her parents were millionaires and when they left this earth they left her with a huge house all alone. She was going to turn 18 in exactly three hours. She didn't know if she was going to be excited or not. She knew she wasn't supposed be, her parents just died three days ago. But would she want her parents to see her this sad on he big day? She sighed and walked into the big kitchen. He foot steps echoed throughout the mansion.

Kenneth spent the next hour pacing the hall of his suburban home going over in his head the events that took place not too long ago.
His dad came home, his tie undone and his hair untidy.
"Hey dad" Said Kenneth waving a little
"Hey... I'm goin' to bed alright? There's food in the fridge." His father said as he slowly clambered up the stairs and went into his room. Kenneth felt as if the house was empty again, it was quiet and dark enough to fool a pedestrian. Kenneth sighed and went to his room to read a book. Before he got to the end of the hall a figure slumped out of the shadows, it was the same thing that tried to rob him. oh god... please don't be real Kenneth thought before turning quickly and running to his dads room - he burst in. His dad was laying on the floor in a pool of dark blood. Above him stood another creature that looked just like the robber, it had two swords stabbed into his father's corpse. On instinct Kenneth ran at it and punched it to the floor. It fell back leaving the swords in the body. Kenneth turned and the other creature floored him with a pounce. It sat on his back pounding him with fists and scratching him with claws. Kenneth was drifting out of consciousness, he could feel the life bleeding out of him. dad......
The creature hopped of his back and the other grabbed the two swords, ready to impale Kenneth for the final blow. It raised them and threw its arms towards Kenneth. Before he could blink he was on one knee holding the creatures hands. He could feel his heart beating faster than it had ever, pounding and almost thrashing like an angry caged bull - the adrenaline was making him ignore the pain in his back. He jumped and kicked the monster in the face, sending it back. It let go of the swords and Kenneth grabbed them mid-air. He landed perfectly, swords in hands. His eyes began to glow a golden yellow and a yellow mist drifted off them. He blinked. He was crouched on the floor swords outstretched and pointing to the walls, a weird purple blood trailing down the blades.

He dropped the swords and realized the reality of the situation. His eyes stopped glowing and his heart beat returned to a normal bu-bum.
"I gotta get outta here... It's gonna look like I killed him!" Kenneth was panicking and shaking. He grabbed the swords and went to his room. He packed the blades into a hold-all along with some clothes. He put on his black leather jacket and hurried out of the house forgetting to even close the door.
"oh god, oh god, oh god" he kept saying to himself.

Jade sighed in her mansion having nothing to do. She walked upstairs and grabbed her gun from under her mattress. She was sure that the safety lock was on. She kept pointing it to her mirror as if about to shoot her own reflection. She Walked to her window opening it and sitting her he window ledge. She saw a boy running out of a house frantically. She tilted her head to the side and walked down stairs hiding the gun at her back in side her jeans. She stepped out of her house and jogged to the yard. She wondered if there was a way she could help the boy.

Jake looked out of his appartment and saw the Mansion just across the street,Jake wished he lived there,but he knew he could not.Jake watched a boy run out of his house and Jake was obvisouly getting questions runnign through his mind,but he then saw the owner of the mansion walk out..She was stunning,he was wondering why she was looking at the boy,and watching her body move as she jogged,it only made Jake really happy,what he would do to be down there right next to her..

Kenneth's heart was racing, the bull was back in it's cage. and it was furious. His head was getting a little lighter, he wasn't used to this much energy. He bumped into a girl he had never seen on the street before.
"Sorry! I didn't notice you.. sorry." The light of the lampposts brought out the blood on his hands clearly. Kenneth didn't notice, his eyes were racing. He could see little almost invisible pulses from everything that moved. What's more is, he couldn't just see them. He felt them. He could single out each and every one.

"It's alright." Cross said bending down beside him. "Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked in a worried tone spotting his bleeding hand. He looked as if he was running from the devil. She felt so worried. His expression was frightening her a bit. "Is everything alright?" asked him. "I'm Cross by the way." She said helping him up.
Maybe I should bring him inside?
Or would it be weird.. But this was an emergency.
She started debating with herself.

Jack stepped into the room and set her mouth in a grim line as she looked at the blood spattered carpet, bedding and walls. Expected were the carnage, the human carcass ravaged with bite marks. Unexpected were the two slowly bubbling and burning carcasses of the perpetrating monsters. Jack had been looking for these to for quite a while. She flexed her hands in her protective gloves and walked to the creatures. Both were long gone. It couldn't have been anyone else from her generation, she thought; she knew where they were and they were dead or not hunting these two.

After a moment of looking over the monsters bodies, Jack realized what was bothering her. The swords, the big one had had swords the last time she'd found them. The acid content in the monsters' blood was ruining their bodies past any real inspection possibilities, but Jack stood and walked back to the human body; middle aged male, probably the homeowner, twin lacerations marked his chest. Those swords had been here. Jack rose and walked to the hall, running her eyes along the walls. The second bedroom. Peaking inside she noticed with a cringe that the decor was that of a teenage boy.

"Damn." Protocol said she had to find this kid and begin his training. Right now. Jack let her energy sink down into her gut and began making a connection to him, searching for his essence among his things. It wasn't hard to connect to. Once she felt she had a good lock on it she returned to the master bed room to take care of the mess. She pulled a vial from her pocket and walking to the monsters doused each carcass with the chemical compound that--reacting with their cells--caused them to smoke and break apart. Next she drew a circle in the air, pulling the particles of water together in a pattern, holding it there until the vacuum was created. A vital sucking sensation pulled at her ribs and the energy in her belly until she felt like she couldn't take it any more. But all monster matter in the room was pulled out and disposed of through the portal. With the human corpse, Jack pulled a carton of cigarettes, and a lighter, propped him in a chair, lit the cigarette and put his arm against his leg. She dropped the packet of cigarettes, lit his pants on fire and tossed the lighter. As the corpse began to burn, she exited the same way she'd entered: the window.

Dropping lightly to the pavement, Jack sighed and tried to lock onto the awakened teenager. Her life had just become so much more complicated.

Kenneth felt an overwhelming presence . He threw the bag to the floor, opened it and pulled out the twin blades. He paused and looked at his hands, taking his fingers back slowly. The swords fell and the sound went all through the street. what was I doing...? he thought to himself as he examined his shaking hands.
Suddenly, he fell to his knees clutching his head in pain.
"Argh!" he shouted, eyes clenched shut, his heart racing even faster. Pain shot through his back, arms, neck, everywhere. It felt like his bones were breaking themselves -- then in a flash -- the pain was gone. Kenneth felt like he was submerged in water, he looked around, those pulses stronger than ever coming from every direction, bouncing off of every little movement from the tiniest of flies. He no longer felt submerged. He felt normal again. He stood up slowly and grabbed the two swords. He spun them so that the blades faced behind him and he held them against his thighs.

"I can... Feel everything. It's like I can see and hear and feel everything around me." He felt at peace breathing in the cool air, he had almost forgotten there was a girl standing next to him probably scared out of her wits "I need a place to stay... Do you know anywhere I can go?"

There was a large boom of energy that pulsated through every person with the special blood.
a strange feeling washed over them, it was of a tingling all over their skin, a large feeling remorse and sadness. Kenneth could feel himself almost about to cry the strength of it was that high. It was a feeling unfamiliar to the kids. But one that was so rarely felt, and rarely loved. Every one of the order knew what it was. It meant one of their own had died in a horrible way.

James is walking the streets of Tokyo to get to his apartment thinking to himself "Another day in Tokyo....boring as hell", he began to take slightly faster steps, Looking at the many shops. Turning the corner to his apartment he feels the strong pulses. He looks up and notices a man in a white suit sitting upon his door steps, who stands as he notices James. He man hops up and speaks cooly with a deep voice; 'James... Do not be alarmed, I am of the order... I am here to show you your destiny. As a warrior of the light.' The man was scaring James, "was he a psycho?" James turned and saw a small Japanese man in a hood snarling at him with drool dripping from his mouth. The man seemed to only have three sharp teeth, and his hands were pale. The fingernails long like claws and his hands suggested he was ready to attack. The stranger at James' door jumped over the two of them as James began to stumble back The man stood up right and turned to James. The monster fell as its head rolled off into the light. The stranger was now holding out a long thin sword of some type. "James, I can teach you to fight these things and harness a greater power than you've ever known. Or i can leave you here to die..." The man spoke again as though this was an everyday conversation.A large muscular man-shaped being kicked down James' door from the inside, it looked like a body builder with no skin and a strange horn on its skull. It had no eyes and instead had two fiery balls of light. James quickly tried to escape, and already the stranger was running to the body builder creature to tackle it. The stranger was slapped away like an idle fly. He quickly jumped over to James and grabbed his shoulder before jumping high into the air and landing on a nearby rooftop "America, go to America. Not far from the airport you'll get off at... You'll find a.. A small town, you should feel an energy when you're near the others..." The man struggled to speak, he jumped down to James' house and quickly looked back up before shouting "Look out!!". behind James the huge lurching body builder stood, it swung its fist directly at its head. On instinct James grabbed its wrist and was somehow able to hold it back. He punched it and it flew off the rooftop. It jumped back up trying to slam its fists down onto his head from above, but James flipped and kicked its head as it came down. The creature hit the ground below with a loud bang, breaking the
*concrete beneath it. It began lurching up and it turned into a version of itself made of purple light before disappearing. It was as if the creature had never existed. Even the stranger who had helped was gone. James thought to himself "what...just happened?, Did...i just do that?. I really need to get the money together to get to America....looks like its off to the pawn shop for me.", James walks over to the stairs leading off the roof swiftly, Sprinting to his door, he quickly opened it and grabbed the Valuable items in his house. He walks along the street to the pawn shop. Quickly rushing in placing the items on the front desk. "How much will i get for these?". As the shop keeper weighs the items and gives James the cash, he walks outside the shop wishing the shop keeper a good day. He waves down a taxi, when the driver asks for a location he replies with "The nearest airport and as fast as you can please!". James began thinking to himself in the text quite worried "...what if those attacks happen again, this time no one will be able to warn me...I'm alone in this now, till i reach America and find these others that guy was talking about". When the Taxi arrives at the airport he gives the money to the driver and runs off to the airport desk and books a flight for America on the same day. When he sits down at the in the airport he began thinking to himself again "...In the home steak, just gotta get to America and find the others, ...why does it seem this will be harder to put across to them that I'm whatever that guy said i am". The plane gets called as James hurries off to the terminal, he takes his seat on the plane as it sets off for America.

Will was not far from the others, but not near. He sat in his apartment, a small room fit for barely a single person. But it was cheap and that was all he could afford. Will was not tired in the slightest, it was a Saturday night and he felt like a million bucks. He grabbed his jacket, made of brown leather with a fur collar. "Might as well hit the gym. There's a kickboxing tourney starting soon, and I'm gonna win it. My weight class, at least..."

Will ran out into the dark and broke into a run. "Gotta keep my energy up." He turned at an alley he often used as a shortcut. Alright, just jump this fence then-What the heck is THAT thing!?!? By the fence, under a light on the side of a surrounding building, was one of the monsters. It was deformed, with one arm at least twice the size of the other, and one massive leg sprouting from under it. It's face was the most demented, with it's eyes oozing out of their sockets down it's cheeks, and the skin-if you could call it that- was like that of a burn patient.

The abomination snarled and leaped at Will, pinning him to the ground. "GET. OFF. ME!!!!" His arm burst into flame and he landed an uppercut into its jaw, sending the beast back several feet. It attempted to jump him again, but Will shot a jet of fire out of his hand, forcing it back into a wall. "That, was awesome. Never knew I could do THAT..." The monster crawled to it's knees, but was met with a crushing drop kick, killing it. Alright, on second thought, I DON'T want to go fight someone. But this breeze is- AH!! FIRE!!! FIRE!!! Will's arm was still alight, and he shook it off. Okay, I'll just go for a walk then... He hopped the fence and moved in the direction of a large mansion on the horizon.

Mara was sitting on a chair she formed out of rock. She felt the happenings through the vibrations in the ground. Killings were going on. Mara tightened her collar and jumped down to the street. The streets were empty... almost. She walked toward the vibrations of haste and panic. There were vibrations of a monster. Mara made a hand movement and disappeared underground. As soon as the monster was over her she caught him like a fly. She pulled him underground and crushed him between rock and soil. She reappeared above ground and continued on towards the movement. Mara noticed a girl and a boy standing in front of a mansion- She walked towards them. On her way she lit a cigarette.

Kenneth's heart was racing again, he knew someone was approaching, some one powerful. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on her movements. He turned his head and looked down the street. He opened his eyes and the gold mist drift lazily out of his eyes. His eyes had turned golden-yellow again. wait for it... what the hell am i talking about!! why the hell is everything yellow!? why can't i see a damn thing. his Thoughts ran through his head quicker than a bullet. He pointed the blades at the ground below, and gently swung his right arm, the tip of the sword just making contact - sharpening the tip. He did this with both blades while he pinpointed the new comer's location. This is weird... but... why do i know what i'm doing.. He thought. He was swinging a little faster at this point. Then he felt it. there . He focused on her movement, focused everything onto it. Suddenly, he could see her in the golden mists. Now she was the only thing he could see that was a golden smoke. I see you. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he had already guessed most of the moves she could make if he just ran up to her swinging his swords. He could see thin dark silhouette's forming beneath her as she walked, this was where she would move to. But what perplexed Kenneth was the direction. Downwards. Maybe i can move faster.

Within' a split second he was in the air above her, his swords behind his back, pointing upwards to the moon. His eyes glowing brighter than ever.

The plane that James is on arrives at the airport in America, he gets off the plane and as soon as his feet touch the ground he feels the vibrations all around, James thinks to himself "ugh...Whats these strange feelings, their coming from all around me...hm...its coming close to nightfall....i better get a place to stay", Walking rather fast with short swift steps he keeps moving along, As he exits the airport he looks around to see if there's any small hotels around, he spots one on the other side of the road, he thinks to himself "...I'll sleep here tonight, then we'll get going to the place he told me to go.", he crosses the road to the motel. James walks up to the manager and gets a room quite cheep. James looks at the key and the number says "Room: 12", James thinks to himself "oh kool, i guess I'll jump in there and sleep for a bit", When he opens the door and walks inside he sees two boxes on his bed, one long and wide the other just a normal clothing box. James looks at them puzzled "...did the previous people leave them here?", he walks over to the box and looks on it. There is a note laying on top of the long and wide box "To James Zaoku: From D.", "huh...who's D?, oh well i better read and open this up then", he reads the box which saids "handle with care: 500LBS", "Damn that's heavy i don't think that I'll be able to carry this...now for that other box..", When he opens up the box he lifts out a black scarf which is very long, and a shirt, Trousers and gloves. All in black, "Wow, this person knows me quite well..", he reaches into the box one more time and takes out a tub of Gel, "this person knows me too well.", he walks into the bathroom, and puts the cloths on as he spikes his hair, he walks back out of the toilet, as he walks over to the box that is wide and long, he opens it to find that its a two handed sword, it was around 14ft long, with a strong steel handle. He looks at it and smirks "oh its time to rock". The Design on the sword was of dragons going down the hilt, on the sheath was symbols in some language that James couldn't understand. When he gripped the handle he lifted it with ease, "Wow...its pretty light for me...", he moves it over to the wall, walking back to the bed he goes to sleep.

Cross nodded. "You can stay at my house..." She said to him. Her voice trailed off seeing his suddenly sad face. SHe felt worried for the boy. But she didn't know what to do. When he started swinging his sword Cross leaped away from him keeping her hand to her back near her gun. She stared at him in both confusion and awe. His eyes suddenly turned gold ans he looked as if he couldn't take control of himself. She lay low to the ground with a confused expression as he turned to a direction. What's going on? She thought to herself slowly pulling out her gun and removing it from the safety lock. She had a feeling she would be needing it.

As Jack locked onto the energy of the boy she was following, she frowned. She kept bumping into other energy signals that were unfamiliar. All of the strong all of them young.

"Powers, it can't be possible," she murmured. All in the same place. She pulled out a cell phone to call another member of the Order. Perhaps she could pass them off. As the youngest, Jack had never been in charge of anything but herself; of course no one had truly been in charge of her either, but the responsibility was something she didn't need. Especially if any of them died, as some certainly would. She was about to punch in the speed dial when a wave of grief hit her.

"Darius." She whispered as his signature essence blinked out of existence. It felt like drowning, and water being her affinity, she knew drowning. Her chest cavity felt crushed, as though the world was too heavy and she could not breath air. Glancing down at the touch screen of her cellphone, she saw his name next to the call icon. With a massive burst of grief, she pulled every molecule of water from the air drenching herself in a flood and creating a mini vacuum in space. Just as suddenly as it came the water evaporated, leaving her damp and hot from the steam. Her next thought was to travel to him, but she felt the energies jostling and responding further down the street. She had a responsibility.

Like deciding to run a marathon while sick, Jack strode down the street, eyes tired. So few, so few of us left. As she walked she began to see a group of younglings congregating in the street. One was smoking--Jack sighed, then noticed them looking up. There leaping into the air was a boy with twin blades, his signature pulsed the strongest and his eyes glinted golden. His powers were newly awake. Jack stopped fifty feet from them and watched.

Suddenly a strange feeling came over Will, something he hadn't felt before. An essence of energy...pulling him in the direction of that mansion. What is this feeling? And why does it feel...natural? Like I expected this or something?? Well, I guess there's only one way to find out. Will broke into a sprint, not caring how sweaty he got, but he wouldn't take this jacket off, it was the only thing of true value he had to his name.

He had won it at a Resident Evil fan convention. It was a high quality recreation of Leon's jacket from RE4, and it looked almost exactly the same, save a small detail or two. It had cost him $700 dollars to win it from a shady business man who couldn't have cared much for it.

The mansion was closing in quickly, and Will had no idea how it was possible, until he realized his legs were on fire. Not resisting it, he continued forward. He felt the heat creep uncomfortably close to his waist, and stopped as short as possible. The sudden lack of movement put the flames on his legs out, and he was close to that drawing energy.

Kenneth's felt a sudden urge to stop what he was doing, he felt like he knew this girl. He landed, blades still reaching skyward. He stood, and hopped back a little, keeping a fair distance between himself and everything else. I couldn't... It felt.. so.. Wrong... Like I was about to kill a family member. His eyes stopped glowing and just as quickly as they did he felt extremely light headed, so much so that he dropped his swords and fell to one knee. ah, jeez. Maybe I shouldn't do that stuff for so long... If only I knew how to stop. His thoughts echoed in his head as if it was hollow, the pulses of movement felt weaker than ever. Suddenly, as quickly as it had came, the light headedness had vanished. He was again able to bring himself to his feet, sword in hands of course. He wanted to make sure nothing could steal his only defense. Just in case one of these people were one of those monsters. He backed against a fence, the swords in front of him, the tips lined up with his eyes, making them at an almost diagonal angle pointing inward.

The boy's energy stuttered and he stumbled. Jack cringed. He was overdrawing. Like pushing your muscles too far without warm-ups or practice. Raw talent didn't make you simply able to do something. The muscles needed to be flexed controlled strengthened.

Jack flexed her own muscles, feeling all the water around her shiver. Moving her eyes around the kids in the street, she focused on the one with the cigarette . . . there was some control there, she noticed, what was the skill? Jack had never been much good at reading skills. Suddenly a boy burst onto the street with flaming legs. He too stuttered to a stop and the fire winked out. The four didn't quite seem to know what to do with each other. The fourth, a girl, pulsed in Jack's mind but she was a blank slate: unawakened. Touching the water molecules between them, Jack enhanced her vision. The girl carried a gun, like she might have to use it. Powers.