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Allan Denton

"I don't want to walk to work in a warzone."

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a character in “A Secret World”, as played by Zalgo

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BASIC INFORMATION:

Name: Allan Denton
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Nephilim
Allegiance: Neutral

APPEARANCE:

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Deep Dark Brown
Description:

This guy is sort of a tall lanky fellow. He stands with a forward slouch and generally dresses down, his aim more for comfort than style. As a matter of fact he tries not to stand out by generally wearing plainer colors such as black, grey and white. Overall people who know him would describe him as a rather miserable looking guy. He rarely smiles and he keeps his eyes mostly down to the floor more often than not.

Combat Attire: Whatever he's wearing at the time, usually a plain t-shirt and beat up blue jeans.
Accessories: If he knows he's going to be in a fight he'll wrap his hands in long thin white cloth or rope in the more traditional Muay Thai style to protect his hands better.

STATE OF MIND:

Personality:

It wouldn't be wrong to call him apathetic. It also wouldn't be wrong to call him pathetic, though maybe less so depending on circumstance.

The most notable attribute of his is that he is dispassionate. This is very often mistaken as laziness as he rarely likes to put any effort into day to day things. He isn't truly lazy as when he believes in something or wants to truly accomplish something he'll work tirelessly at it. The simple matter of fact is that he has almost nothing to work towards. His only real goal in life is to continue living each day, never making any real impact in anything besides the occasional street sign.

A contributing reason to his lack of passion is that he is shy. He doesn't like talking with people in general. Large crowds bother him and the more frequently people talk with him in a day the worse he feels. He is anti-social without a doubt. He can overcome this shyness to function in a human society but he will avoid contact if at all possible.

Due to his frustration with society he is just a very unhappy individual. He doesn't smile often and gets annoyed quite easily. He does have a temper but perhaps a quality of his is his ability to think through stress. No matter how agitated, how angry or how much in pain he is in his brain will always be thinking. He tends to think a lot, spending most of his days in his head just thinking about things. It is one of the few things he enjoys doing.

Though he may be a generally unpleasant character towards people he has a kind side to himself as well. He believes the world is hard enough already without people going around making peoples lives harder. If someone is in trouble he'll help out, even if he isn't happy about it. He likes to help people out in general too but he often doesn't because he dislikes the attention from others more.

A notable trait of his is that he rarely ever lies. He believes that honesty is a quality best not squandered. Well, that and he is a terrible liar. He's never lied once in his life and gotten away with it. He can keep a secret well enough but if he's forced to deceive someone he almost always fails somehow, sundering his faith in his ability to lie. Being that he doesn't believe he can tell a convincing lie he's opted to be honest and turn a personal failing into a quality.

A real quality that's buried deep down in him is a sense of humility. He doesn't see himself as higher or stronger or even better than everyone else. To his eye he's just a guy with a neat trick in a world of people with various stuff, many of which is probably better than what he's got. It can be argued whether his shyness drives his humility or if his humility spurs his shyness but not even he can really answer as to which aspect came before the other. He'd probably say shyness since admitting to being humble would just seem arrogant to him.

In the end he doesn't want any part in this war of heaven versus hell. He doesn't want to be bothered by these factions trying to coerce him into doing their bidding and finds both sides undesirable for various reasons. If a major fight were to break out between the two groups then he'd fight them both to drive them back into their respective realms and protect the people living in the city. He'd take on all the angels and all the demons himself if he had to even though he knows well that it would only end badly for him.

Likes:

- The night
- The cold
- Rain
- Working with his hands
- Solitude
- Birds
- Spicy Foods

Dislikes:

- Sunlight
- Conflict
- Heat
- Righteousness
- Arrogance
- Fish
- People who fight at a range

Preference: Straight
What do you think of your angelic parents?: "Guy left my mother and didn't pay his alimony for eighteen years.
In my opinion he's kind of a jerk."

EQUIPMENT:

Weapons: His body, anything he can use around him.

Close-Range: His style of combat begins right around this range. He's quite competent at Muay Thai giving him powerful kicks and a host of devastating short ranged attacks he can use to brutal effect. On top of that his abilities imbue him with massive strength, allowing him to punch holes through solid concrete and bend solid steel bars. Fairly good at blocking attacks to begin with thanks to his martial training his he can also draw on his internal energy to make himself tough enough to stand toe-to-toe against most weapon users and still come out with little more than scratches and bruises. To top it all off if he does get seriously injured he can always channel his divine energy and heal himself within a short period of time.

Fighting Style: He typically doesn't like to fight so he's rare to initiate but if he did have the choice he'd start his battle at close range as detailed above. If forced to he can fight at a distance but without a gun or any sort of ranged weapon his options are very limited in this field. Since he doesn't carry a ranged weapon commonly his only other options is to close in to his target as soon as possible and change the fight back into his favor or run away if he can.

Abilities:

Allan's main power is that he possesses an internal reservoir of divine energy which functions to empower him, giving him enhanced physical abilities and even the power to heal himself. This power's main restriction is it's "Inner Focus", a facet of the powers nature which amplifies it's power whilst inside him but weakens by at least half it's potency if not more when externalized. Besides enhancing himself he can imbue others with his energy but the strength of the effect would only ever be half as much as his own. The further away from him the target of the effect goes the lesser it's power becomes. This energy replenishes itself over a period of a few hours.

Divine Might:
His main ability, he channels his power into his fists giving them a divine glow. This grants him superhuman strength and one other particular effect. This effect is that his fists cause anything with demonic taint far greater damage than anything else because of the energy present. In addition, he can channel this ability into any weapon he holds, enhancing the qualities of the weapon based on how he wants to use it. By channeling this power into a weapon however it weakens the strength of the enhancement as well as the extra damage towards demonic forces by half. Given very special exception, he can do more damage with his fists than he can using any other weapon. He can extend this power to someone else's weapon but the strength of the effect begins at half it's original value and only goes down the further away from him the weapon is.

Divine Protection:
This ability grant's him enhanced toughness, making him harder to wound. All his flesh in this state is as tough as hardened leather and his bones become as strong as iron. Most weapons find difficulty even drawing blood from him while this ability is active. The only weapons that pose a real threat are ones known for their piercing capabilities, most notable of which is guns. Even guns of lesser calibers might have trouble hurting him should the rounds hit his bones. Whenever he takes damage and this ability is on it draws in more divine energy due to the effort his ability needs to exert. This ability is on passively since it consumes very little energy when it's not being stressed. Like his Divine Might, he can extend this ability to another person giving them about half the durability that it would give himself while still exacting the same amount of energy from his reserve. Just like his Divine Might this ability also wanes in potency as the target moves away from him.

Healing
Perhaps his most important ability. This ability draws on his internal reserve to mend flesh and purify ailments. The greater the wound or ailment the greater the energy cost as well as a the time it takes to fully heal. Scratches and bruises as well as basic illnesses take seconds to heal and do not require too much energy. Deep cuts and serious illnesses require larger amounts of internal energy and take minutes to fully heal. Lost limbs, fatal wounds and mystical afflictions require exorbitant amounts of his internal reserves, his complete undivided attention and it takes hours to be fully healed. The best part of this power is that it can be transferred into other people by touch. The cost of the healing is doubled as well as the time it takes to fully heal but the result is ultimately the same. Unlike the other abilities he absolutely has to be touching the target he wishes to heal in order to heal them. He CANNOT resurrect the dead using this ability.

It is possible that he has more abilities but he has yet to be made aware of them.

HISTORY:
Personal Background:

From the beginning Allan's life was a hard one. He was raised an only son with only a mother to take care of him. From an early age his mother had to dedicate more time to the flower shop she ran in order to keep the family afloat. He only really ever saw his mother early in the morning before he went to school and even then she was much too busy to properly take care of him. He did everything himself since he was forced to take care of himself since his mother was simply too busy to help.

Life at school was no easier. Being as shy as he was he never really made any friends and many of the other students took great delight out of tormenting him as well as anyone else who was unlucky enough to not fit in. He learned very little in the classrooms but out in the playground he learned to be hard, to be tough and to survive. Needless to say the days of his life when he was supposed to be enjoying life and having fun were spent in misery, fear and social isolation. Still, despite all the terrible things the people around did to him he vowed never to become like his tormentors.

Many years of this life he spent like this, resolute on trying not to become the scum of the earth which he had to endure the company of in the hallways and streets. It was at this point he started to realize he had strange powers he wasn't aware of. He went to the places he usually went when he wanted to be alone, places no one else typically went to such as abandoned junk piles, abandoned buildings and the sort. Outside the prying eyes of his peers he practiced, examining these strange new abilities he could now wield. In these places he practiced, testing the boundaries of his strength and improving them. Even with these new gifts he still continued on with life, keeping the power he wielded as a secret only he knew, or so he believed.

Eventually he was starting to come around to an age where he needed to worry about his future. After some web researching he figured his best course of action would be to take the security guard license test online and become a certified security guard. The test was insultingly simple and with a bit of searching he found himself a security company willing to hire him. When he arrived to the job orientation class he found that the teacher there also ran a Muay Thai class over at his studio.

Allan was quite interested in studying this since learning more about how to control his body in combat might help him understand his abilities better. Plus the fitness involved was also useful. He trained and practiced but he made sure never to use his powers in the studio or anywhere else where he could be seen in order to keep it a secret. He would just go back to his own hideouts and practice what he learned with his powers on his own.

About a year or two later and he's been keeping a steady pace in his life. He's no master at Thai Boxing and he still trains there but he's grown to be quite competent at it. His job has him working as security for the local mall on the night shift. Within recent history, just before the starting point of his story, he has managed to save up enough money to rent himself a place of his own: A single room apartment with a bathroom. He's got himself a futon to sleep on and a laptop with a charger. That's about it. This is where his tale begins.

Friends:

- His Muay Thai teacher

Family:

- His Mother
- His Father currently unknown

Enemies: None yet.

So begins...

Allan Denton's Story

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"Alright Allan. All you need to do is go and knock on his door, tell him were here to put him in protective custody, and lead him back to the car. I'll stand by and keep an eye out for anything suspicious."

He looked over at the house. It was just a rather plain suburban house, a little shoddy even. Someone evidently needed his roof tiles fixed since a couple were missing.

"Don't worry, I got your back. Any questions?"

"None yet. Hopefully he responds." Allan stepped from the car. Standing just down the walkway from the house he almost hoped that the guy wasn't home right now. He didn't want to have to talk much. Regardless of his feelings towards the matter he approached the door.

Knock knock!

He rapped on the door twice. "Hello? Mr Mackenzie this is the police. We're here for you." He called out to whoever might be inside. His question was met with a period of silence. He shifted from one foot to the next as he waited. The silence had gotten quite awkward. "Hello?" He called out through the door again shortly followed by another short round of knocking. Not really doing much with himself he looked over to see if he could see anything through the window on the front wall.

The curtains weren't closed so he could see a bit of what was inside what was apparently the man's living room. Everything seemed fairly standard for a middle class bachelor's house. The place seemed rather orderly for a single man's home though something was a bit off. There was a lamp that was knocked over and a few books were displaced across the floor. The wide plasma screen tv the man had was currently off. Maybe it wasn't on because the man had turned it off but the rather wide series of cracks running out from a central point in the screen told a different story.

At this point without making any assumptions Allan figured the guy probably wasn't going to answer his door right away. "Hey Jason, The guy isn't answering the door. Looks like something happened in there." He yelled to the car so that Jason could hear him from inside. This situation was now more complicated but at least he didn't have to talk to any strangers. Was it a blessing or a curse?

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Jason leaned against the back of his car as Allan approached and knocked on the front door of Mackenzie's home. He folded his arms and let out a small yawn. He fought the urge to light a cigarette, as he kept his arms folded and unmoving.

"Heh, maybe Rachel is right; maybe I do smoke a little too much."

The detective had noticed that his cravings were slowly becoming more and more frequent, but that usually happened whenever he was working on a tense case. This whole Mackenzie thing, plus Allan having magic abilities was more than enough to send his adrenaline going. He had so many questions to ask him later, but for now he had to focus. Lives were on the line.

After waiting for a bit, he heard Allan call to him.

"Hey Jason, The guy isn't answering the door. Looks like something happened in there."

Jason let out a small sigh. Here comes the complications.

He walked over to Allan's side and drew one of his handguns, stun rounds at the ready, and and reached for the doorknob. He nodded towards Allan, then towards the door to signal that he was about to break in.

"Alright. Three, two, one...!"

Jason's plan was to turn the doorknob and ram his shoulder into the door to break in. What he didn't know is that the door wasn't locked, so the small amount of force he put on the handle when he grabbed it opened the door slightly. He couldn't stop his momentum as he collided with the door and stumbled inside. With a yelp of surprise, he fell face down onto the carpet with a dull thud.

His pride hurt more than his face as he made no attempt to recover.

"Why didn't you tell me the door wasn't locked?!" He asked Allan, his voice slightly muffled by the carpet.

Jason slowly picked himself up and grabbed his gun, rubbing the ache away in his nose.

"Let's just search the place..."

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Allan looked over his shoulder to see Jason coming up, gun in hand, to go inside. He just sort of casually stood by while Jason got ready and kicked open the door only to land on his face.

"Why didn't you tell me the door wasn't locked?!"

"Didn't know it wasn't." He just shrugged his shoulders, stepping over Jason while entering the house. "Let's just search the place..."

Looking around it was a fairly ordinary middle class home for one occupant. The front door connected to a hallway which was open on the right leading into the living room. Further down the hall there was a set of doors, two on the left and one on the right. The hall ended at a kitchen where the backdoor was situated. Allan went to investigate the living room first since there were some details he wanted to get a better look at.

First thing he noticed was that a lamp was knocked over. It was a tall stand light with a spherical glass cover designed to illuminate bigger rooms such as this one. It was also undamaged for the most part revealing that it was more likely to have been shoved over rather than having been struck. Another detail which had caught his eye was the cracked television. Taking a closer look he saw the reason behind the damage: A bullet hole in the glass from which all the crack lines originated.

Evidently someone had taken a shot at Mackenzie here. What was confusing was that when he looked back at the window there was no damage to the glass there. Looking back to the television he suddenly had an idea. Without stating his reason aloud he went and leaned the flat screen forward to see the wall behind it. The bullet impact on the wall deviated slightly upwards from the hole in the television. This detail obviously meant that the shooter had to have been shooting from the direction of the window. Slightly less obvious was that it meant the shooter was shorter than Mackenzie as the shooter was aiming up as opposed to just straight on or downward.


Allan noticed a cell phone on the ground next to a coffee table. Since they were searching the place he figured he might find some details on there so he picked it up. Most of it was just standard fair for a rather boring character but then something really stood out when he looked over at a tab down in the corner of the screen. It had a little alert indicating that it had sixty six unread messages. "Yikes, this guy had a lot of unread text messages... All of which were sent in the span of a single minute... Fifteen minutes ago." He observed as he went to the text logs and scrolled down the list of sent texts.

He walked over to Jason and showed him the phone he was just looking at. "Take a look at this. All these messages are just winky faces." He held the phone up to him, pointing to one of the messages mentioned. He was one hundred percent right in his observation. Every single message was the same, just a single semicolon and right parentheses per message with nothing else to say. To make things weirder the phone number for each message was 626-666-666-6.


Whoever was behind these messages definitely had an odd sense of humor.

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Jason walked into the kitchen and looked around. Nothing seemed to be out of order, although the place was kind of bland looking. They say you can tell someone's personality by looking at their home. By his guess, this guy was just your average joe.

He rooted around in several drawers and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There had to be proof of his disappearance somewhere. He couldn't of just gone out for a walk and forgot to lock his door, could he? No chance; the guy practically barricaded his home and refused to leave. So where was he?

Right before he was about to ask Allan if he saw anything, he walked over and showed him a phone with lots of text messages, all with a winking smiley faces. The number ominously enough had too many sixes for a superstitious or religious person to be comfortable about.

He rubbed his chin while pondering what to do. He could report the number to the precinct and have them trace the number to it's source... but he had another idea.

What if this was supernaturally related? He could just be overthinking it, but if it was, the police probably wouldn't be ready for it yet. He had to see what this was about himself first.

"Alright... let's see who this number belongs to." He announced, pulling his own phone out.

He dialed the number and was sure to put in *67 in front of the number to ensure that their caller ID came up as an unknown number; no need for them to counter trace his number and put them in trouble.

He hit the talk button and put it on speaker so Allan can hear. Time to see who this was.

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"Alright... let's see who this number belongs to." Jason had pulled his phone out, dialing the number that was left and calling over speakerphone.

Jason's calling tone rang a few times and then silence. The screen went dark as the phone turned itself off before the call could be connected. Moments later the phone restarted, turning back on as it would normally. As this went on he was just leaning up against a wall with his hands in his pockets. This wasn't exactly his strong suite. Heck, investigating in general wasn't really his calling. His discretion with details was almost as poor as his ability to make friends and he wouldn't find it very easy to commit his mind to focusing on solving the crime. He always had trouble focusing on things that didn't really catch his interest and criminals hardly fit in his catalog of interests.

Since the phone attempt failed he decided it was time they probably pursued another lead to follow in this recent development. "Well, that failed. What now?" He asked Jason since he was the guy heading this whole operation he was now a part of somehow. He never really saw himself being able to get hired on as a cop before that day and he's still a little skeptical of whether they'd really hire him after this. Still, he was here so he might as well make the most of the situation he was given, whatever that might be.

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Jason was a bit more than surprised when his phone shut off and turned back on in the middle of his call. He couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't a coincidence either. Whoever was on the line must of set up... something. He didn't know.

After putting his phone in his pocket, he looked up to Allan who asked him what they should do now. Good question.

He turned and scanned the room, looking for some kind of something to point them in the right direction. Calling the number again could only yield the same results. He also noticed they haven't even checked the rest of the house yet. He mentioned for Allan to follow him.

Jason walked and checked several other rooms. Bathroom, laundry, garage, another bathroom, and a near empty bedroom. This must of been a guest bedroom or something, noticing the lack of personal things in the room. All so far, nothing suspicious. There was still Mackenzie's bedroom, the attic, basement, and any other extra room that he may have missed. Deciding to do his bedroom next, he headed up the stairs and came to a stop in front of the door. As he turned the doorknob, the door's lock prevented the door from opening.

"Locked, huh?" He mumbled.

He turned to Allan and pointed to the door with his thumb.

"Got any... abilities for this, or do I have to kick it in?" He joked.

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Pravus followed Jason around, touring the house's main floor. When it was more or less clear there were no more leads on the first level so it seemed they were moving up to the next.

"Locked, huh?" Jason gestured to the door. "Got any... abilities for this, or do I have to kick it in?"

Allan shrugged. "Eh. Might as well let me handle it." He said, only caring enough about what was going on to bother with the physical actions that needed done. He wasn't much in the mood to apply his mind seeing as how he was still feeling a bit off since last night.

He walked up to the wooden and focused his energy into his feet. He delivered a rapid front kick to the door, the air displacing from the hit with explosive force. The door not only broke from it's handle, it broke off it's hinges which were sent rocketing into the room as shrapnel while the door was propelled into the opposite wall of the room. There was a short cacophony of noise as the door crashed into whatever was occupying that side of the room, no doubt damaging a number of items. The door itself crumpled into two halves, broken around the point Allan's kick landed at. As the dust settled the ground was littered with broken pieces of various things including bits of wood from the door.

"Wow. I hit it a little harder than I'd intended."

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Jason looked in awe and a bit of horror as the door flew off it's hinges and split into two pieces in midair, flying across the room and knocking over or destroying everything in it's path. Once the short show of destruction was over, most of Mackenzie's room was in shambles.

"Wow. I hit a little harder than I intended."

Jason slowly turned his head towards the young man, almost in disbelief.

"Really? That was a little harder?! You completely wrecked his room!" He pointed out, gesturing to the destruction. The bed was buried under the door pieces and the ceiling fan, his dresser was knocked over, and his nightstand and the lamp on it were almost non-existent by this point.

"God... I'd hate to see what a kick like that could do to a living being. Anyway, I guess I'll just leave that out of the report. Since most of the room is destroyed, I'll check the closet first."

Jason walked in the room and headed towards the only thing that wasn't hit, the closet. It was built into the wall, and had small double doors. Reaching for both handles, he slowly pulled them open.

A man was huddled on the ground, one of the most intense looks of fear was on his face. He didn't see the whole door thing... did he?

"Uh... hey. Are you Macke-"

Jason was thrown off guard when Mackenzie pulled out a small kitchen knife and thrust it toward him, grazing his left shoulder. Mackenzie let out a yell as he then slammed into Jason, knocking him onto his back with a thud. Next thing he knew, Mackenzie was on top of him, knife clutched in both hands above his head with a manic, fearful look in his eyes, with dried tears visible on his cheeks.

He brought the knife down, intent on stabbing Jason in the chest, but due to sheer adrenaline, Jason grabbed his wrists, stopping the blade a few inches from his chest.

"LEAVE ME ALONE! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Mackenzie shrieked, trying to push the knife back down towards it target.

"AH! DAMMIT MACKENZIE! We're with the POLICE! We're here to HELP YOU!" Jason barked back, trying not to let his life end early.

He'd seen this before. A desperation tactic used by people who were scared and cornered, completely losing themselves in an attempt to fight their way to safety. Far too many suspects reacted this way, although he didn't expect this one.

He wanted to activate his stun gauntlets, but he was afraid that any movement that wasn't to push the panicked Mackenzie away would result in a knife in his chest.

"Arg, damn it! Mackenzie, calm down!" Jason tried to reason. His words didn't seem to be reaching him.

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Allan rolled his eyes a bit at Jason's comments. He was obviously used to seeing these powers far more than his cop buddy was. He couldn't blame him though. Up until this point he did not know a single person who had any clue as to whatever was going on with him. The fact that Jason knew as much as he did was miles ahead of what he had heard from anyone else which was basically nothing and he still had very little idea as to what he was capable of.

He made his way into the room after Jason, trying not to step on anything and wind up breaking more than he already had. He walked over to the bed and brushed off a bit of the debris. He was about to look under it for any signs or clues but there was a sudden crash behind him. Looking back over he saw Jason in a desperate struggle as Mackenzie was trying to stab his new acquaintance in the chest with a wimpy looking knife. He simply sighed, a bit annoyed by this guy trying to end Jason's life.


He walked over, standing just above the two on the ground while they wrestled over the knife. "Alright you. Cut that out."
He spoke rather frankly, not sounding at all worried or stressed in any sense. He reached down and grabbed the main arm controlling the knife and lifted it up. He quite literally pulled Mackenzie up until he was dangling just off his feet, struggling and kicking frantically. "STOP! PLEASE, I DIDN'T TELL ANYONE!" He cried, desperately trying to free himself from Allan's iron vise like grip which wasn't crushing his wrist since he was being soft on him but was still rather tight-fitting.

Allan thought he had complete control over the situation which was pretty much true but Mackenzie in an unreasonable frightened frenzy did something that surprised him a bit. The man reached up and took the knife from the hand he was controlling and started stabbing wildly at his arm in a desperate last ditch attempt to escape. Every time the knife connected with his arm the blade could just barely penetrate his hardened skin, leaving slight pin pricks which barely scratched the surface. After every stab the puny injuries would heal back up in mere seconds after the wound was made. Allan was getting bored faster than he was getting hurt. Deciding Mackenzie needed to calm down and start talking he finally grabbed the other hand, hoisting it up next to the other one.

"Hey, could you-" Allan tried to calm the guy down but he could hardly get a word in over the guy's wailing and babbling as he kicked and screamed. "HEY JASON! CAN YOU CALM THIS GUY DOWN!? I DON'T THINK HE'S LISTENING TO ME!" Allan yelled, hoping his words could be understood over the cacophony their lead was making.

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#, as written by CJL1290
Jason was relieved when Allan came to assist him. He saw Mackenzie get lifted off of him, but with one hand. Jason sat up, surprised at Allan's strength, but he did just destroy this room with a kick earlier, so it wasn't all that surprising anymore.

Jason winced from the stinging on his left shoulder. Checking the wound, it wasn't very deep. It bled little, but stung a lot; like a paper cut. His eyes widened when Mackenzie grabbed the knife with his other hand and made a move to stab Allan on the arm holding him up. Before he could say anything, the knife made contact with his arm. Again and again, Mackenzie stabbed Allan in the arm, but no blood flew, no screams of pain or flinching was heard or made. Allan just looked bored at Mackenzie's desperate attempt to free himself, until he grabbed his other arm.

"Just what is this kid?" He thought, looking at his arm. If he was surprised before, he couldn't believe what he was seeing now; the small marks left on his arm from the multiple stab attempts just healed, almost instantly. He looked at Allan who was trying to get through to Mackenzie.

"Allan Denton... just what else are you hiding from me...?"

"HEY JASON! CAN YOU CALM THIS GUY DOWN!? I DON'T THINK HE'S LISTENING TO ME!"

Jason chuckled a bit before rising to his feet; Allan was special, but he wasn't perfect. No one was.

It was time to shift gears. If talking to him won't work, he would have to intimidate him to get him to stop trying to resist.

He rolled up his sleeves which exposed the entirety his stun gauntlets. Activating them, electricity crackled in his open palms, illuminating the room in a blue light as the small bolts danced erratically around his hands. Jason exhaled and looked into Mackenzie's eyes, his usual friendly demeanor replaced with a deathly seriousness, enough to make the village idiot shut up and pay attention to you.

"Mr. Mackenzie... if you don't calm down and listen to us..."

He clenched his fists, causing the electricity to make loud crackling noises.

"I will have to subdue you."

Mackenzie slowly stopped struggling in Allan's arms, but still looked rather fearful.

Well that's a start.