The rain poured down wildly, it was almost as if the sky was crying, trying to wash away the sins which had just been committed. She stare out her window as the water poured down it, her eyes glossing over and her mind racing. The sky was a dark grey, light nowhere to be found, she felt as if she would soon be surrounded by darkness. Her world was falling apart, and reality was setting in, a reality which she had never seemed to ponder the thought of before. Life was never easy for her, and she only felt as if it would get harder. She remembered vividly the pictures from the news she had seen not too long ago, a city in ruins, appearing as if from centuries and centuries ago. It seemed as if some disaster had fell upon it, wiping everything and everyone out of existence. San Francisco, though she had never been there, had always been filled with sky scrapers, tourists, shops, and innocent unknowing people. Their lives ended abruptly, without them able to say goodbye to loved ones, without being able to hold the ones they love dearly. She put her hands on the window silently sobbing as she recalled the words that were said by the news caster. Unknown people, or perhaps beings, had been seen recently at the attacks of surrounding San Francisco areas. This had been reported by several survivors who had fled. While to most people this would have seemed something of a terrorist attack, a threat of something bigger to come, Allura felt as if these people might be similar to her. The damage left at some areas according to pictures was too similar to the extreme damage that very strong magic could do. Very strong magic...

What were others supposed to do as normal people? Logic says that only magic could fight magic, authorities and their weapons had no chance against such things, they would die as all the others had, without a chance in the world, and they would be forgotten. Forgotten... Allura didn't know what to make of the reason behind such things, who would want to destroy whole cities and living people, children, families. She drew a heart on the window in front of her without realizing, as she thought about her family, the only people who ever showed her any real affection. She imagined them dying, she imagined never being with them again, and she imagined dying herself. The darkness inside her imagined a brutal death, in which blood was spilled and splattered against the wall, in which they screamed for mercy to the people without faces, and they laughed as they killed them. Allura gasped and then fell sideways out of the mini sofa in which she had sat. From the floor she looked up at the heart which she had made, guilt overflowing inside of her. Allura had always hid any magical ability she had, she never had any desire to tell anyone either, being that people didn't take to her easily in the first place. She sat up and pondered the thought of the whole world coming to an end. No, no you are going overboard. But was she really? She imagined the looks on the faces of the poor people right before they died, it made her literally sick to her stomach. She sat up as the rain poured harder, she loved the rain, but not this time. It was such a depressing feeling radiating from the outside. Almost as if nature knew what was coming.

Allura stood up slowly looking around her room, the room which she spent most of her time in, give or take school. She walked up to a picture of her and her parents and held it, looking at it with sadness in her heart, she felt as if she had never made them proud, never done anything that mattered. The only two people that cared about her, could be the two people she lost. Allura wasn't sure what she was about to do, but she wasn't going to sit here and wait to see if Los Angeles was destroyed or not. She walked to her closet and grabbed a small bag, stuffing some clothes in it, in somewhat of a blind fashion. She then walked out of her room and towards her parents room, both of them still asleep. She wiped the tears from her face and took in what she thought might be the last sight of her parents, happy, sleeping. As much as she didn't want to, she walked towards their closet and opened the door, looking up on the top shelf. Her father always kept a handgun for protection, she was told where it was in case something happened. She clenched her teeth for a moment, swallowing hard, she was accustomed to magical weapons, but not so much the normal. She then got on her tip toes and grabbed a small shoe box at the back of the shelf and kneeled down opening it up ever so quietly, revealing a loaded handgun inside. She looked back to see her parents still sleeping, then grabbed it and shoved it into her bag, putting the box back.

She felt like a bad person, carrying a weapon, a loaded weapon. Was she any better than your average killer in this very moment? Without looking back, for she knew she would cry again, she walked out of her parents room, walked into the living room finding her parent's stash of what was emergency money and took whatever was there. She wasn't a good person, not in this moment, she stood still looking at her house. I'm sorry. she thought to herself, wishing she could say goodbye to her parents. Goodbye like those other people could not do, which she had every chance to. But she was weak, and she could not tell her parents what she wanted to do, though she really did not have anything particular in mind - but she couldn't stay here and watch the tragic news over and over. She walked out of the door, locking it and closing it quietly. She happily stepped into the rain, embracing the cold of the early morning, if she remembered it was probably six. Usually, the sun would be coming out, but not today, nor yesterday. She was at a loss though, she rarely went out so she did not know where she was going, where anything was, she did not even know anyone. Allura's white dress drenched itself, her leg warmers fell from her knees to her ankles, her fluffy hair started sticking to her head, her braids dripped of water. Her bare feet had unusual ripples flow from them as she walked. She felt comfortable, comfortable as someone could be who was possibly walking aimlessly to their death. What am I going to do? she thought to herself. She truely didn't know, but all she wanted to do, was something that mattered. Mattered to someone.

It was so hard to believe that she had only just arrived to San Francisco a couple hours ago, that the magnificent ruins that lay around her had existed as whole, undamaged structures until just a moment ago. Yes, even for one of the culprits, it was difficult to accept. There wasn't a single thing that was not burnt or scarred in some way for miles around, the whole city was like some destroyed setting in a post-apocalyptic movie. Even the sky played its role, as it was churning with an abnormal amount of lightning behind the thin veil of dark gray clouds and light rain. Of course, that part was all Jen's making. She had thought it was fitting for a great city to perish by a glorious rain of lightning from the heavens, an effect as if whatever god anyone had believed in was destroying everything themselves, like the end of the world. As if it was god's fault, and not Jen's. How she wished that were true... But she knew, it wasn't like Jen to kid herself. She had done everything today. Everything she knew, everything she had worked to achieve with her element for the last couple years, used all for the sake of ending countless lives. For the sake of erasing a city from the world. She chuckled humorlessly, this was never how she imagined she'd be using her abilities in public for the first time. There never would've even been a first time, Jen had never thought her family was ever worth the effort. But things never went as she planned.

It was then that the reality, the gravity of what she had done finally hit her. Realizing how she had slaughtered nameless people, how it had been so easy to cut through flesh and bone, Jen shivered and curled into a ball in an attempt to hide herself from the world. However as she did so, she found that her clothes were almost completely soaked with drying blood. For some strange reason, she never noticed before. Maybe because becoming lightning and being struck with it left her otherwise completely clean. Jen rose from the scorched and broken roof she had been resting on and, while trying hard not to throw up, she flew off into the nearest particularly cleaner area of airport rubble. Parts where there were hardly any large, metal frames and pieces of aircrafts that were struck down one way or another. Even though Jen did everything halfheartedly, she had still been a little amused at how airplanes were such easy targets in the sky. How they were so vulnerable to the smallest bit of lightning, that with the smallest prompt they would fall to the ground. She felt disgusted, looking back it seemed like she had been a different person when committing such murder.

Anyhow, after ten minutes of searching through the remains of the rather large airport, crushed multicolored merchandise, and (to her dismay) several dead bodies, Jen finally found somewhat clean clothes. After changing, she felt for a moment like she was refreshed, like the ties to what she had done could be thrown away like her bloody shirt. But then later, that brief euphoria disappeared and left inside a feeling as if she were still swimming in blood and guilt. Jen never imagined how bleak the world could become after a person commits murder. As if the world were only painted in shades of gray and black. Even if she hadn't really wanted to kill anyone, the fact still remained. Sighing, Jen hovered for a moment before flying out amidst the dark sky of her making. As soon as she saw the clouds and the lightning within them, she knew she wouldn't be able to let everything go, no matter how she wanted to. Her abilities with lightning now became like a curse, the tool she had used to destroy lives. But maybe, in accepting what she'd done, perhaps the world could look a little better than what it was now. If she could ever help it, Jen made the decision not to kill again. Or at least, she would try not to.

As she hovers in place, the storm cloud above her collapses into itself until it becomes.. well, a smaller version of the same cloud; its' size like a roof of any given average apartment. The sky all around returns to what it had been before she and the others had attacked, perhaps a pleasant, cloudless blue sky. The sun overhead shines through and illuminates the earth below, but instead of a city; the light touches a ruin. As if, to Jen, the sun was mocking the lost city below. But a part of the heavens remains dark, and that is the unmoving place where Jen is. This, she hopes, is enough for anyone that had also come to lay waste to the city to know where she was and maybe find her. If nobody ended up coming, she'd fly to San Jose alone. She'd find them eventually.

~Vera Sun~
(Downtown Los Angeles, Art District)

Dragon. Bird. Wolf. Butterfly. Spit. Disgusting.

A sliver of drool dribbled from the corner of Vera's lips, dripping onto her lap no matter how many times she attempted to suck it back up. Absolutely disgusting. Vera removed the silver flashlight that was held between her pearly whites and used the back of her hand to wipe away the saliva from the corner of her rogue red lips. Quickly glancing at her sleeve to make sure none of her lipstick smeared, Vera returned the flashlight to her mouth. The little device was then aimed back at the ceiling and Vera continued her hand-shadow puppet making session.

It was a terrible season in Los Angeles. Rain rain rain, that was only thing that the weather did lately, pounding against the leaky roof and dirty windows of her apartment-slash-studio. Vera was certain that Los Angeles was supposed to be beautiful and filled with sunshine year-round. This must not be Los Angeles, that must be the explanation. Los Angeles Vera thought as she twisted in fingers together from her sprawled position on hard wood floor, is supposed to be gorgeous. Filled with bright, smiling people from all walks of life. Vera knitted her eyebrows, as if contorting her face would help her think better. An echoing scream broke through her thoughts.

Suddenly, the flashlight dropped to the ground, the shining white metal painted with smeared lipstick clanging against the wood-tiled floor. Vera scrambled up and rushed across her studio to the window on the other side from where she laid, slipping twice as her cotton socks provided little grip on wood. There was nothing outside her window. Only a woman crying out in despair. The scene pulled on Vera's heartstrings and a sadness that she never knew existed bubbled from a place in her body that could not be described. She raised the camera that hung around her neck but the rivers of rain that run down the window blurred the image. Like tears.

Vera felt like a weight had just been added to her heart. Was this feeling dread? Sadness? This didn't make any sense. A woman so stricken with sadness to ignore the pouring rain had nothing to do with herself. Oh no, perhaps she was just a hungry like she always was. Vera pursed her lips together as the despairing woman let loose another heart wrenching wail. Tears started to collect in the corners of her eyes and the breathing through her nose started to become snivel. There was no way she was going to cry for this stranger. Vera tilted her head back, willing the tears to disappear, tearing her eyes away from the window and back into her ratty apartment.

Disgusting. It was so disgustingly clean. The white sheets that were pulled crisp on her bed. The lighting equipment, all put away in their rightful cases and pushed against the wall in charming little stacks. The floor which she could see her reflection in and the grey news paper that was folded neatly. It was absolutely revolting. A wave of nausea threatened to topple Vera as her eyes traveled from the news paper to the sleek black phone. Why?

"WHY?!" she didn't care if her neighbors heard her bitter words, "WHY DIDN'T YOU PICK UP?!" Her dainty manicured fingernails pressed into her palm, knuckles white. "WHY. DIDN'T. YOU. PICK. UP." The cell phone did nothing in response. How dare that insolent phone do this to her. Snatching her purse from it's hook, Vera had no mind in grabbing any thing else she was so enraged, but exited her apartment immediately, mustering all her strength to slam the door as hard as possible. How dare that phone insult her like that. Calling her father like that. Ringing for hours on end with no response. Then, as if to rub salt in a wound, that atrocious little screen dare tell her to leave a message using the voice of her own father.

The destruction in San Francisco wouldn't have done anything to her father. Oh no no no, he would be perfectly fine, playing games on his BlackBerry as he waited for his next flight. It was just the phone that refused. Sure those people had flash, magical powers, but so did she. There was nothing to be afraid of. Nothing that could ever hurt her father. Nope! It was just technology plotting against her. Everyone knew that technology hated all kinds of artists. Yup, that was it, Vera nodding in approval. It was just technology. She would just have to travel to San Francisco herself to make sure that her only family was still alive. No big deal.

Through the rain had let up to a light drizzle, Vera was already soaking wet but didn't seem to mind. Pausing mid-stride, Vera made a complete 180. She shouldn't leave her phone at home just in case she got a call back.

The rain was still falling lightly around him. That was the only sound he heard and it calmed his current attack. He stopped building his pillars of ice and frozen blades, and let all of these drop. They crashed and shattered, scattering small shards in all directions. He had managed to surround himself with his obelisks and so he ascended the tallest one to see the city he had come to visit, listening to the sound of his feet sliding around the ground with ease as he moved.

Looking around at the buildings, now merely gravel under his thick layer of ice, he couldn't believe how far he'd come. He started out falling on his back in hallways, and now he had done all of this, everything that he could see lay in ruin and at his hands. He had finally caught the group he had been chasing, it hadn't been long since they ran, but relatively a good fraction of his time covering the city with ice, now glistening radiantly with the rain running down it, was spent with tunnel vision on that one car. This was unfortunate because with said focus he had missed all of the encased beauty around him as he slid effortlessly down the once busy streets. The homes, the stores, the cars, and the people, were now all a part of a great piece of art. While Daniel was not one to get as caught up with art as many others, he was able to see the appeal now that it was something he created. He wanted to hurry and finish so he could show this sight to one of the others, he could almost imagine the feeling of being praised again.

Another unfortunate occurrence of the day was that when he got bored and began to overturn buildings and be more creative, he had managed to stain his shirt. Everything seemed quiet, the trickling of the water and the occasional crash of a melted piece of ice was all he had heard for some time. Since he was not in a presentable condition, he tried to think of a place to replace his ruined clothing. This was his first time actually coming to this city so he had to recall where he had been and he remembered passing a mall or two further up north. So he made his way there by retracing his steps, something that wasn't too difficult by his lack of self-control before, something that excited him greatly. For this he felt some remorse, because how could one not? He knew that this was necessary but that didn't remove all responsibility. He pondered this thought for a few moments of his trip back, eventually resolving any dilemmas he had managed to create in his mind.

the first mall he came to was relatively intact. Sure an entire section had been ripped apart, and the bodies had began to thaw and cover his bare feet with their semi-liquid blood. He found this to be disgusting and promptly looked for a pool of water to wash this uncomfortable substance from his body. When the clouds began to fade the sought after place glowed with its brilliance, making it easy to find and providing something pleasant to look at during the process. When he looked south, Daniel saw that one small storm cloud remained, most likely kept there by the girl he had recently met. He could not find an obvious opening in the structure so he laid his hand upon the closest wall and simply walked through the opening he had created. Eventually finding pants and a shirt that could fit him, he tossed the blood of the defeated aside and felt something that his excitement had skillfully hidden. His stomach was empty, and the sight of so many candy stores and the like had reminded his body. He decided on filling a bag with random candy and cookies and started his trek towards the lonely cloud, satisfying the complaining organ along the way.

When he arrived at the airport, having passed the glistening ice miles back and moved onto sheer destruction, something that had its own charm to it, he saw the figure hovering before the dark backdrop. He tried calling out to her but she wasn't sure if she was able to hear him. Problem solver that he is he went for the obvious, he created a large structure beneath him that elevated him to within earshot of her. Although she had probably already noticed him.

His body was on such a buzz, but it wasn't from something as trivial as coffee, his clothes were completely coated in blood. One could say he was soaked to the bone with the thick crimson liquid. While most would squirm and vomit he was in pure ecstasy. The blood was fueling him and he felt more powerful than ever before.

He wasn't the only thing covered in blood as he aimlessly wandered the now lifeless hospital carrying a bloody scalpel. Precious blood was coating every surface of the generally pristine building. Yet there were no bodies, just the occasional chunk of white flesh completely drained.

Hours before he had been at a nearby coffee shop sipping a hot chocolate when he saw the news flash on the TV. Brilliant footage of tumbling buildings filled with harmless screaming people, blood dripping down the arm of someone being loaded onto a stretcher before getting shipped off to the very hospital he was standing in right now. Someone had sparked chaos, used their powers in public, and they were doing a great job massacring the entirety of San Francisco. He was just lucky enough to be in the city as it crumbled to the ground. He finished his hot chocolate peacefully in the middle of the chaos as the pathetic humans ran for it. With a smile he went to the nearest shelter, the general hospital, and ensued his own chaos.

There was no regret on his face as he exploded the bodies of the weak splattering the walls with fresh red "paint". Doctors in white lab coats protested throwing themselves in front of him like pigs to the slaughter. It was all too easy. Why hadn't he done this sooner? There was no stopping him! With so much blood around he was invincible and the revenge was so sweet.

Quickly the death count rose and he ran out of lives to take in the hospital, how sad, they were all dead and he was left with no one to kill. With a sigh he twitched his fingers slipping into a calmed state as his hand turned to blood and slid through the cracks of a candy machine to recover a bar of chocolate. Within a couple of bites he was able to think clearly, remember who he was and make a plan. He had to get out of here and find the others that started this madness, if he found them they could continue this chaos and bring down the entire world.

Blood began to reliquify on his clothes and created a puddle on the ground. A large scaly foot print appeared in the blood and began making tracks as the dragon paced.

"Find the others, I want to meet the genius behind this." Cole snapped at the imaginary beast. It snorted and materialized the crimson scales and claws splattered with blood. It spread its wings and Cole jumped on its back, the invisible dragon took off and Cole lay back chomping happily on his chocolate bar.

"p-please...n-no more!" A helpless cry came from a little 9 year old child. Clearly she was left alone, blood stains left all over her body. While her family layed lifeless behind her, she flicked her dirty blonde hair away from her face, getting a clear view of the male standing a few feet away from her. He was simply glaring over the bridge, acting like nothing had happend... Like it was just a normal day. Acting like the bridge was filed with happy drivers returning to their homes. Or going towards their happy holidays. But it was nothing like that... No way near that.. Infact.. the bridge was almost cracked in half. Car's stayed still while their dead drivers and passengers were getting fitted for a halo. "...please sir... no more pain...no more death! please!" She began to crawl towards the male, due to her leg being broken, the chances of her walking was 0. Tears of sorrow poured down her face, touching the solid ground below; her light blue eyes glued onto the male, hoping that he would show some pitty. Slowly the male turned to look at her. The wind blew his jacket hood down as it lightly began to rain.

He took a bite from a apple, and munched on it while glaring at her. Soon enough he was done, thus throwing the remains over the side of the bridge, letting gravity send it towards it's watery grave. Without a word he began to walk towards her, ever so slowly; Although, it seemed like the cars behind him were slowly following him, as if they were on his side. But that couldn't be true, since cars didn't really live. Or did they? By now he was a arm distance away from her, he kneeled down and poked her forehead. "... you have guts kid..Ha!" His voice echoed throughout the empty bridge. Intimidating no? It was as if he was scanning her. From inside out, his eyes seemed a space black colour...yet it didn't. This confused the little girl. Was this person normal? no..surely he wasn't... No normal person would kill 1000's of people for no reason. She rubbed her forhead, after she got poked. "W-who are you?"


"My my, you do have alot of questions don't you.. even had the guts to ask me to stop. Well aren't you impressive?" A grin escaped from his lips. His hand went into his jacket pocket, but what for? The girl flinched and shuffled, her fear was reaching the limit now. Even her skin was crawling, would he really kill a little child like her? She rolled onto her back, panicing. She pushed her arms onto the ground, and did everything to crawl backwards with everything she had left in her. The male blinked at her blankly while getting onto his feet. "Why so scared?" Slowly he drew his hand out of his pocket, showing a bright red apple in the palm of his hand. He tossed it towards her. "Take it. Your gonna need it." Once again his voice echoed, while he started to walk away. No he wasn't going to finish the little girl.. Even if he had killed children younger than that. Infact insted of killing her straight away, he would rather let her suffer.

This left the little girl confused yet angry at the same time.. "W-who are you! TELL ME!" The male was quite a distance away from her, yet he could hear her loud and clear, since they were the only ones left alive. He stopped and turned back. It went silent. Very silent. "Maxi... Maxi Plasmaz kid." He helt his hand up as he started to hover. "Well... good luck kiddo" Maxi started to get higher and higher. Simply putting gravity to shame.

urgh i've spent to long here... god where are the others? He sighed as what seemed to be a thunder cloud gathered around the airport. "Why does she have to show off all the time.." Rolling his eyes, the music slowly started to get louder and louder. Which was pretty weird since he was playing the song 'Louder' By Dj fresh. Satisfied with his work, Maxi began to make his way over to the thunder cloud. Hopefully he could actually get something decent to eat. Since he hadn't done so for many months now.

Cobra's Journal: San Fransisco, an entire population in one of the most beautiful cities, has been eradicated today. How am I still alive in this god forsaken city? Well it is quite simple, I was one of those who had brought despair upon them. Why would I do such a thing, you may ask... well that is also quite simple really. In this world there basic principals and morals which we all normally follow, whether this is just tradition or a work by some "God" is questionable. But all we need to know is that it exists and we instinctively follow these laws, by some small miracle. And in this world their lies the principals of evolution, which is exhibited by all manner of species in this world from the lowliest ant to us humans. "Survival of the Fittest", now what does that truly mean you ask? It means that within this world there are those who are born instinctively stronger than others, and they should be the ones to survive. However "humans" exhibit emotions which hamper this principal, we feel compassion to humans and other species, and we will go out of our way to protect them. Why is it that we do this? Why should we help those who can not help themselves? If they are meant to live than they should live, it they are meant to die than they should die... simple really. Because "humans" choose to prevent this principal of nature I have chosen to provide balance. If they continue to save lives, I shall continue to destroy them. I simply have no more time to write more... There seems to be others still alive here, surprisingly they believe they can defeat me... fools. Til we meet again, dear Journal.

He finished writing on his journal and placed it in his pocket along with his pen. The man was standing on top of a building looking out to the ruins which laid wasted in the city. He didn't find it beautiful, he didn't really know what to think of it, but he believed that this place was in more harmony than it had been in years. The man spotted five older men carrying firearms, he was amused that they were still alive and that they were stupid enough to try to attack him. He called out saying, "I think that is unwise gentlemen... As you can see, no one else is alive in this part of town... except you five." The five men were undoubtedly frightened, but stood firm to attack him, they aimed their firearms and fired at the man. The man stood there and did nothing, being hit by many bullets and falling from the heights of the building onto the street below, as if he was dead. The five men believed him to be dead and cheered and applauded themselves, however their happiness was not long lived as they remembered all of their love ones and friends who were killed by the same man. One man, supposedly the leader walked up to the man's dormant body aiming his gun at his head and firing.

Within the short time of the man pulling the trigger, the mans arms were sliced off in an instant. The four other men stood in shock and fear noticing that the body no longer laid there, they ran. As they were running all of the men were killed in successive slices, leaving only the bloody remains of their bodies. The man who was writing on the rooftop clenched his Katana tightly and ran his shirt cuffs across the blades surface to remove their blood. "How dirty, couldn't their blood stay in their bodies while I killed them?", he looked back at the remains of those five men, "I told you that it was unwise... brave, but undoubtedly foolish of you." The man reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a single red rose. He threw the rose towards the remains and said, "For you... May your afterlives be as beautiful as this rose." A purple mist descended on the remains of the men, after it had cleared there was no trace of them left, all that remained was the rose.

I don't believe that there are anymore survivors in this city, not where I stand anyway... I should meet up with the others, they should know the next course of action. The man smiled and sheathed his katana, disappearing in an instant as he did so. Seconds latter he had appeared outside of San Fransisco's International Airport, there was a terrible thunderstorm and a gigantic ice pillar. "I guess that means that Jennifer and Daniel are here... I wonder where the others are." The man walked towards the giant pillar of ice, but as he did he noticed a man who had been paralyzed from the waist down but not yet dead. He was fascinated that there were more survivors than he thought, since he believed there would be none. He approached the middle aged man and noticed that he was clutching a picture of a young woman, about early twenties by his calculation. He said to the man, "Do you love that women? Is she your daughter?... I don't know much about the feelings of parenthood, I could speculate but I don't think I could fully grasp the idea... Why do you love her?" The man looked up to him and said, "I love her because she is all that I have now... She is the only family I have, and I can never be with her because of work." Tears ran down both their faces, only the man with the journal's tears were black. "I don't think I will survive long enough to see her again... I wish I could see her smile one last time." The man with the journal asked, "What is your name sir?" The man replied by saying, "I am Mr. Sun... and my daughter is Vera Sun." Moved by the middle aged man, the man with the journal unsheathed his katana and stabbed the man's heart, killing him instantly. "I will make sure you see her smiling face Mr. Sun... but that will have to wait until the afterlife."

The man with the journal sheathed his katana and took and placed the picture of his daughter into his journal. He also took out of the man's possession his Blackberry, which was lying motionless five feet away from his body. I wonder if the man was trying to get to this? There seems to be many miss calls on here...from his daughter... interesting, the man with the journal thought. He again walked towards the gigantic ice pillar, but turned around to the middle aged man's body and said, "My name is Christian Cassidy by the way... and I shall bring forth harmony to this world, with chaos." He turned back around and continued to walk.

Anson Lerfang(Vancouver, British-Colombia, Canada)

It had been a hard morning for Anson. The sun was out and he was well awake as usual at 6 in the morning. School would start soon and he needed to get to class and start a new day. He sighed as he walked to his kitchen, quickly making a cup of coffee. He sat down on his sofa and opened the TV. Taking a sip of coffee and switching to the News channel, he was stunned by what he saw. An entire city in flames. He gasped as he dropped his mug on the ground, quickly switching to another channel. It was everywhere. Every news channel was talking about what had happened. San Francisco, a once wonderful and giant city was now in ruins. Armed forces did the best they could to save the people. Anson was hurt broken. Millions of families whipped out. Children that once lived in good families where now dead or orphans. Innocent people had been slaughtered and Anson knew who was responsible. This had totally ruined his day. He stayed silent, closing the TV and thinking on what he had to do.

He wasn’t going to school that was for sure. He stood and walked to the phone. The secretary would have probably arrived by now. She always seemed to get to school early. Dialling the number of the school’s office he asked “Yeah Marie? Its Anson....Yeah I’m good too. Listen I’m not going to go in today ok? I have a nasty Gastro and I don’t want to give it to anyone alright? Yeah thanks, see you soon.” After that he sat down again, thinking on what to do. This is Horrible he thought. What ever happened down there is nothing normal...no terrorist organization could have done that much in so little time. He knew this had been the work of magic. Anson had thought as a child that he was the only one with his ability but as he grew he knew that somewhere else in this world there were people like him. Some good....and some bad. He also knew that only magic could defeat magic...

He had been training all his life and it had given him much power in his element. Earth. He needed to get to San Francisco and fast. A plane would be the fastest way but was there still an open flight to San Francisco? He ran to his computer and booted it up. In a matter of seconds it was open and Anson quickly made it to a site describing International flights in Canada. The airport in Vancouver could bring him to San Francisco but as he feared, they were all closed. “Damn...” He stood up ran to the phone. He had another idea. He quickly dialled a number on the phone. An old friend he had gone to school with. He owned a jet and had a license to take out from time to time. The line picked up.

“Hello” he asked.
“Yeah Jim, its Anson”
”Hey how are you doing man! Why are you up this early?”
”Good, listen I need a favour. Your jet is still functional right?”
”A little Dusty but yeah, why?”
“ I need you to take me to San Francisco”
”Why the hell would you want to go there! Its hell down there!”
”Look I don’t have time to explain! Please man I’m begging you!”
” Alright, alright! Meet me at my place at 10 am I’ll be waiting”
”Great, thanks Jim”
”Bye”

Quickly running to his room, Anson started packing up. He filled a backpack with some money, clothing, a little bit of food, his twin handguns and his retractable staff. This trip would get ugly and dangerous, he needed to be ready. He also packed extra bullets and then left. When he left his house it had been 8h. His friend lived an hour and a half away by metro. Quickly making it to the nearest bus stop he started his trip to his friend’s house.

Once there he quickly packed up with his friend and at 10 they were gone. It was a two hour flight from Vancouver to San Francisco. But considering being a Jet, they would make it in an hour. He had asked his friend about passing through the frontier without being shot down. “Not to worry” He had said “I have contacts in the army” Anson had decided not to ask more question. He needed to focus and be ready for whatever was about to happen.

Ereon North - Our Lady of Faith Catholic Academy, Seattle, Washington

The brisk morning air hit Ereon in the face with full force, blowing in through one of the archways that led out to the courtyard. He smiled big as it forcefully blew back his blonde hair. He continued down the marble hallway; it was rather quiet and empty so early in the morning, but for Ereon this was prime study time. He had been making his way to the library.. there was Jesus, his large marble form still preaching to villagers as he did every morning. At least, in that particular statue. In another part of the school, he was handing out bread to some peasants. A few hundred paces beyond the statue was the stained-glass depiction of the Virgin Mary being worshiped by a bunch of people in funny looking robes. The window scattered a plethora of lights across the reflective surface of the stone floor as the sun shone through it. Outside in the courtyard, Ereon could hear the chirping of morning birds and then the morning bell from the church echoed throughout the school. He clutched 5 large, extremely heavy looking books tightly beneath his arm. One might think it odd to see such a thin kid as Ereon having no struggle with the books, but that came with the territory of studying! Yes, even though Ereon was not the strongest physically he certainly had no trouble when it came to carrying a heavy book or ten.

Perturbed from his own daydreams (this time he had been imagining being on a great big ship like in Pirates of the Caribbean, in the middle of crystal clear waters with the ocean breeze blowing strongly in his face) he had heard two nuns speaking in hushed tones to one another down a corridor. Immediately, Ereon could detect a flicker of worry in their voices, and thus he concealed himself just around the corner of said corridor to eavesdrop.

"No, Sister; they've already proclaimed over thousands dead!"
He heard a gasp.
"Thousands!? But it's only just started this morning!!"
"Yes, it is truly bizarre.. they say nearly the entire city is in ruins.. San Francisco will be no more by noon by the looks of it"
"Oh, mercy..."
"I fear it might be the end, Sister. Lucifer has returned this day.. the end of times is upon us as we speak!"
"Almighty Father, spare us..."

What? Ereon had questioned to himself, confused. What was going on in San Fran?

He dropped his books in preparation to sprint down the hallway to the Library, where he would immediately look up what was happening in the adjacent state on the internet. But, quickly realizing the loud sound the books might make hitting the stone floor, he caught them telekinetically, and as he sprinted down the hall they followed closely behind, levitating in mid-air. He didn't even care risking looking like the Anti-Christ at this moment if he were to get caught. Once inside the library, he had forgotten that the entire school's "Media Center" had composed of only one computer, and it was a dinosaur. He looked over and Father McCrane had been clicking away playing solitaire. He didn't even bother asking for the priest to give it up. He would just say "But the Lord decrees I must win this game, lest the evil of the cards take over the library!!" like he always did when he was really into it. He pulled out his iPhone and looked it up on there instead. "I freaking love smartphones" he said quietly to himself and he tapped away vigorously. On Yahoo! News he had read it, the multitude of "Godlike" attacks being waged upon different parts of the city by otherwise seemingly normal children. "Others." he said. "Well then, sorry Lord, but my duty has been called elsewhere. I can't even imagine a gifted person who would use their magic in such a way. Justice must be brought..." he had a concerned look on his face, turned over to the large cross on the library wall and gave a quick prayer. His books dropped to the ground as he ceased his use of magic upon them, and he rushed for the courtyard. Once outside, he focused all his might on the wind... and it began to grow. Slowly, stronger and stronger the gentle breeze transformed itself into a violent wind, and with full focus Ereon launched himself up with a powerful jump into the air, soaring hundreds of feet upward and then catching the air's flow. He began flying at full-speed towards the Californian city with fierce determination. But then he smiled.... because of the feel of the wind against his face.

Shun Takahashi
1400hrs (2nd day in the US. 7 days until San Fransisco visit.)
Seattle/Puget Sound area, Washington


The sun beat down on Shun's face as he slowly trudged up the hill of Downtown Seattle. It was 80 degrees and from what he had heard from his friend, he was lucky since summer this year in the Pacific Northwest was on the cooler side. To avoid the direct sunlight, he quickly slipped in line for the nearest Starbucks, which was always crowded with buisness men, construction workers and tourists since it was the very first Starbucks store in the world. The nearby Pike Place Market was also filled with people from all over, visiting. For 10 minutes, Shun stood in line, avoiding the street performer standing right outside the door way of the famous coffee shop.

"Hey kid, come and watch!"

Shun shook his head, understanding perfectly what he said. The street performer kept bothering him, until Shun faked a horrendous Japanese accent followed by a glare to scare the performer away.

He hated when he was approached by any strangers on the street. To him, he felt like they were all trying to steal his money. But yet, somehow danger always followed him where ever he went. Shun wasn't purposely looking for a fight when he walked down those dark alleyways. He felt the strongest when he was in the dark. He felt invincible, like nothing could ever stop him even if there was a gun pointed at his head. And still, he was approached by two gang members in a alleyway two nights ago. When they demanded money, Shun quickly manipulated them; telling them very clearly that if they attempted to ever do anything evil, he'll personally hunt them both down and blow their guts up. Naturally, the two gang members ran off, screaming as if possessed by the Devil.

Before long, he managed to get himself 2 venti iced coffee; one for himself and the other for his friend, Jayden. Shun met Jayden when Jayden was studying abroad in Tokyo two years before. The two became great friends and taught each other their native language as they hung around. Jayden had offered him a place to stay and a tour when he heard about Shun visiting the US. Shun's parents agreed, encouraging the both of them to hang out, realizing two years back that they had become legit friends.

"Oi! Shun! Over here!" Jayden shouted from his car, waving his hands to catch Shun's attention.

"Coming! Sorry there was a huge ass line and some retarded hobo kept bothering me."

Jayden laughed, caught off guard by Shun's vocab. "Wow, you're pretty use to the American slang huh?" and they sped off, heading back east to Jayden's house.

"Tomorrow, we're gonna go to my school and visit the Japanese classes there. So, hopefully, you'll be able to converse with them without thinking too much." Jayden told Shun as he reviewed his schedule when they got home. The first thing they did was turn on the TV and plopped onto the couch.

"Jayden. I don't want to watch this. I don't like Spongebob."
"Oh, sorry, sorry. Here. Watch the news or something. Maybe you'll pick up English faster." Shun picked up the controller and quickly flipped to a channel that looked like the news.

"Breaking news. According to the California officials, San Fransisco is currently in ruins from an attack. From what they are telling us, there seemed to be a group of people behind this, which the officials are referring to them as 'The Elementalists'. They are a small group of people with different elemental powers who are wrecking havoc. We do not know the extent of the damage they have caused since officials are still trying to evacuate and save the city. It is estimated at least a hundred thousand dead from explosions to building collapsing. We have a quick footage here from a tape the officials have recovered from the rubble."

The screen showed hundreds of people in a university square, screaming as a figure emerged. Panic was all over and people quickly backed up as the figure continued to come closer. Before they knew it, they were all dead. The camera dropped to the ground and all Shun could see was someone stepping over the camera. The university was in ruins, smoke all over the place.
And the scene was over. The news reporter continued.
"DO NOT ENTER San Fransisco. All flights to San Fransisco have been canceled and you cannot enter or leave San Fransisco. There is a 20 mile radius border. We repeat, DO NOT ENTER San Fransisco."

Shun turned the TV off, quickly ran to the nearest computer without uttering a single word.

"Dude, Shun! What just happened man?! What are you doing?!" Jayden continued to spew questions.

"Shut up and help me get a ticket to LA. I'm gonna go find my parents."

Between making her storm cloud to the arrival of Daniel, Jen's actions and thoughts went like this: denial of murder came first, but then quickly led to slight depression. Just a moment later, she began to absentmindedly daydream because being depressed made her incredibly sleepy. And then before she knew it, she was aimlessly flying circles in the air out of pure boredom from repetitive thoughts. Just moments before her fellow supernatural friend came; she had almost ended up plummeting to the ground like a wingless bird simply because she was too bored to stay awake. Immediately after that, on another whim (to know what being a sky diver feels like), she randomly began dropping from the air without her magic and hovering in place just before contact with the ground. Needless to say, Jen had gotten over her guilt (albeit temporarily) all just to feel like she was doing something. Well, it wasn't like falling at high speeds multiple times was particularly that exciting for her, but it was better than floating up in the sky at one place for so long like a ghost. Anyhow, she was just getting ready to take another plunge when Daniel came riding straight up into the sky on one of his self-made structures of ice. Rational thinking said that he had probably called out to her before that, but well, it was kind of hard to hear anything with the wind whistling in her ears.

Abandoning her next attempt at sky-diving, Jen instead flew a wavy beeline to where Daniel was. "Hey, have you seen anyone else? I was kind of hoping we could get together before leaving..." She coughed, not particularly knowing what to say next. She was never a talkative person, anyway. At least when she hadn't been provoked. Hovering in place for a moment, she waited for an answer while scanning the rubble beneath them for any signs of life. As she did so, a small bolt of lightning made an arc through the air to connect with Jen's body, which for an instant seemed to almost be glowing from the energy. Well, that should hopefully keep me awake for another hour or so.. Fatigue was, she knew, going to set on her soon. Even with the temporary relief from the bolt, she was tired. Overuse of magic is never a good thing. She had never been someone who could exert herself for too long, anyway. Short battles had always been better than long ones. Shaking her head in an attempt to get rid of a headache that was starting to form, Jen slowly began to involuntarily descend from the sky. Yep. Definitely tired. "Sorry 'bout this, when you've just gotten up there and all. I'm just a bit tired." Throwing a small smile to Daniel as she spoke, she hoped he didn't really feel annoyed for having to go back down. Sometimes guilt sucks when you worry about every little thing. Jen mentally sighed.

Halfway to the ground she spotted Christian as well as, a little ways farther, Maxi. Awesome! The thundercloud worked! Just as she gave a last sweep of the sky in case of any threats, Jen thought she could see a flicker of some person flying. But then the flicker disappeared again in the next moment, so instead she wrote it off as exhaustion than anything. Mentally shrugging while dropping down to rest on a broken and smooth chunk of an airplane wing, Jen half smiled to herself. Now, there was only really the issue of mapping out a ways to go. After that, well, there was more destruction waiting where ever they decided to go.

As people were probably out of earshot since they were coming from other parts of San Francisco, Jen amplified her voice with 'stolen' rumbles of thunder. This source of sound came in abundance, as her cloud overhead shot streaks of lightning to other clouds soundlessly, silently illuminating the features of itself. With this, anyone could probably hear her within half a mile around. Taking a deep breath and desperately trying to tone her voice down for less of a rumble sound, Jen found what she should say, partly from another whim. "Hey guys, where should we go next? If we stay in one place too long, reinforcements or something will probably end up coming here sooner or later. Not that we'll have a problem with that, but I'm just saying..." She coughed, her voice was dying already. Well, hopefully she wouldn't have to say anything again after for a while. "So. Anyone up for San Jose and whatever's there between us?" With that, she dismissed her magic and the soundless lightning disappeared back into the clouds. It was only a couple sentences, and my throat already feels like I've been sick for a week.. How long has it been since we destroyed everything, anyway? Half an hour..?

Hoping that the others might notice that she couldn't speak another word, Jen leaned back on the broken plane wing and immediately started dozing off. Well, she was tired and the others weren't there yet, besides Daniel. Jen didn't particularly like playing leader anyway. So she slept, for however long as she could before she needed to do something again.

Why would she do such a thing? Was she trying to piss Maxi off? He was simply hovering in the air, hoping for a peaceful journey towards this damn airport. But insted, it was like he was dribbling in and out of lightning bolts as they drew closer and closer, like they were attracted to him. Which they pretty much were. Being conductable within a lightning storm wasn't such a good idea.

"Damn it Jen!" As his words echoed, the storm cloud began to shrink. Maxi let out a sigh of relief as he no longer had to dodge the damn lightning bolts for his dream life. Falling rapidly like a rock, he began to bend the frame from a airplane into a seat. Insted of destroying the thing on impact. He landed on it softly... but how was this possible? logicly he would of weighed like a ton, falling like a meteor ready to make a dent into the world's surface. Although the ground did shake alittle, but it was nothing serious.. just a minor earthquake.. that was all... well... it seemed like one.

"Ah frosty... sorry i didn't see you there with your ice castle" As much as they had to work together, Maxi couldn't stand this ice person. Yet he had no reason to hate him... He just... hated him. Thats all that could be said about that. Slowly leaning back, making himself relaxed and chilled, he began to play with the objects around the airport. Making unused airplanes hover with magnectic energy and fly over Daniel. Tempted to drop it right on his brain frozen head. Though, he couldn't...besides he was usefull. Their was no need for ice cubes when you've got your own "Jack frost" To make any drink cold. With that said he could do with one now.

Suddenly the storm clouds started to gather again, making Maxi sigh. "Friken hell je-AH!" She made him jump with her epicly loud voice. Causing the ground to shake once more. Due to reaction, Maxi threw his arm back, sending the airplane into air... It soon enough got swalloed by the dark storm clouds, never to be seen again. Or though he thought. "Hey guys, where should we go next? If we stay in one place too long, reinforcements or something will probably end up coming here sooner or later. Not that we'll have a problem with that, but I'm just saying..." By now her voice was horribly loud, was there really any need for her to speak so loud? Covering his ears with his hands. "So. Anyone up for San Jose and whatever's there between us?" Her voice slowly became silent. As if she couldn't talk like that anymore. This didn't suprise Maxi at all, i mean if your talking that loud, well you might aswell tell the whole world.

He glanced at her to see if she had shutted up. Clearly she had, since her eyes were closed, was she asleep? Eh he didn't care. He just wanted something to do; Somebody to pick on, or something to friken eat. Hunger attacked his stomach as he removed the fingerless gloved covered hand from his ear. Taking a deep sigh he got back onto his feet, looking over to the others.. "So... what did she say?" Was Maxi being serious? Of course he would. Otherwise he would have no reason to speak to these guy's.

Daniel continued to build his structure upwards until he saw Jen flying flying in his general direction. When she arrived at her destination she asked him if he had seen anyone else, to which he responded by shaking his head. "I haven't seen any of them since we started." As he answered he saw her looking amongst the ruins and took a quick glimpse in a few directions with an objective disk of ice over his right eye, he didn't see anything beyond the rubble. As he turned to face her again a bolt of lightning struck her and caused her to glow for an instant, understandably surprising Daniel. She looked tired and began to slowly sink beneath his pillar with a small smile on her face. "Sorry 'bout this, when you've just gotten up there and all. I'm just a bit tired."

"You don't need to-" she had descended quite far and now began flying around the airport, finally landing on the broken wing of a plane. She really didn't need to worry, yes he had spent some energy building that structure but now he got to slide down it, something that never seemed boring to him. When he reached the bottom he stumbled a little, not due to some imbalance but because of the ground shaking as Maxi crashed into it. "Ah frosty... sorry i didn't see you there with your ice castle." Daniel was tempted to topple his 'castle,' possibly misjudging where it would land by whatever distance he would come up with when the others asked why he had killed Maxi. He resisted the urge, having spent the passed several hours indulging in them, and sent him a little smirk as he leaned against his pillar.

When he opened his eyes he saw that the storm clouds were becoming more active and that Jen was taking a deep breath. He was going to ask what she was doing, maybe she had asthma or something, when he got his answer to the sound of a very loud voice. "Hey guys, where should we go next? If we stay in one place too long, reinforcements or something will probably end up coming here sooner or later. Not that we'll have a problem with that, but I'm just saying..." He covered his ears midway through the sentence and was still able to hear in filling his mind, at this rate he wouldn't need other people to start his headaches, he could just have Jen scream in his ears. Unfortunately it wasn't over and she continued on with her somewhat rumbling voice. "So. Anyone up for San Jose and whatever's there between us?" After that she became quiet and he looked over to the broken wing and noticed her sleeping there with a cute look on her face.

"So... what did she say?" He was going to give this to him but since Maxi decided to be annoying, Daniel thought it would be funnier to just play with it in front of him. He rummaged around in the bag he had stored the food he had been eating along the way and pulled from it an apple, something he quickly drew attention to by throwing it up in the air a good five times. He tossed it as far as he could at a good angle and began using it for target practice, as he shot shard after shard into. Finishing by ripping the apple apart from within, Daniel knew that he needed to stop, he had used enough magic to become tired himself. After all this he answered Maxi's original question, "She asked where we should go next and suggested San Jose."

Samantha Parker
Bunker Hill L.A.


Sam stood on the greyish-black concrete and wrung out her ruined jacket. The stray glass and chunks of broken side walk dug into her feet and she shifted onto her heels in discomfort. The only thing protecting her from the torrential downpour was a thin metal over hang. Well... that and her jacket had been, but right now the former was pretty useless.

She had tried to heat it with her powers, but only succeeded in causing a spectacle in the middle of the crowded walkway; one that just happened to consist of a teenager walking around in a flaming fake leather jacket. Talking her way out of that one had certainly been fun.

So here she was; cold, soaked, hungry (For food wasnt very easy to find during a storm of this magnitude) and slightly charred. So Sam did the only thing she deemed reasonable. Instead of just standing there, bearing a resemblance to a drowned rat, she stepped through the thin veil of water that separated her and the rain and walked out to the curb, sticking her left thumb out. Now, of coarse she didn’t exactly like hitchhiking. It was creepy and extremely annoying. But even here in L.A. it wasn’t too bad for her. She had a very reliable weapon at her hands. Well, actually, her hands where a very reliable weapon. But luckily it had never come to that. The smell of cooking human wasn’t really appealing and Sam would never use her powers to hurt someone unless it was needed. God, if there was one, knew that enough people had died in this part of the east coast from those terrorist attacks. In fact, when she had heard about the destruction in San Francisco Sam had promised herself that she would try not to use her powers. Because personally, she didn’t think those terrorists where normal terrorists. Maybe they where good at burning things like her; probably better though. But then again, maybe it had just been an accident; like when she burned her clothing off.

After a few minutes of waiting, a black sedan pulled up and the passenger side door opened. Sam peered inside, evaluating the person driving... and the little kid in the back seat. The man looked young, maybe in his early thirties, with black hair and dark brown eyes. He was dressed in casual clothing and was what Sam would assume most women his age would find attractive. And the kid was... well a kid! Sam would have gaped at her unable to believe that any parent (If e was her father) could be this irresponsible, but that would have seemed extremely odd. However, despite her sudden distain for him, she got into the car. After all, a ride is a ride and Sam would take what she was given to get out of this dreaded weather.

“So, where’re you going off to today?” He asked, pushing slightly down on the accelerator. The car crept forward a bit.

“Just to work sir,” She said politely, “it’s on Carter Street.”

“Then you’re in luck. I’m dropping my daughter off at school right by there.” He paused, looking down at her bare, cut up feet. “Are you okay?”

“Oh...” Sam looked out of the window, watching the city fly by. “Yea, I’m fine.”

“What happened to you’re shoes?”

She looked down; “I lost them” She lied, her voice conveying that she really didn’t want to chat. To her pleasure, he dropped the subject

At the next light Sam looked back at the little girl. The child was average looking; a bit skinny, brown hair, brown eyes. But it was her cheek that caught Sam’s attention. It was a hardly visible bruise, badly covered, but not noticeable if you weren’t paying attention.

The girl looked her in the eyes and suddenly Sam felt a wave of fear. It wasn’t a lot, just a minor wave, mixed with dread and apprehension. She put her hand on the door handle, perfectly ready to leave the car even if it was moving. Then she realized that this feeling wasn’t her own. Sam looked over at the man; the child’s feelings being replaced with her own. And she knew exactly what type of person she had gotten into the car with; scum of the earth. She felt her face getting hotter as she looked over and fought the urge to reach over and strangle him. Take his neck in her hands and watch his struggle for air; his hands tying to reach for her, get her to stop. But no, she would let go, then burn his filthy, worthless body....Suddenly the car stopped.

“Dammit!” the man said, slamming his hand down onto the steering wheel. He sniffed the hair and made a face as if he smelled something horrible and Sam felt her anger start to dissapear. “Smells like... burning rubber”

Sam almost laughed at his misfortune, but knowing that that may just make him angry. And he would take his anger out later on an innocent child. So she stepped out of the car and into the storm. “I’ll just walk the rest of the way from here Sir” She said trying her best to hide the disgust in her voice. “Have a nice day”

As she got out of the car though, she noticed something. This wasn’t anywhere near Carter Street. Hell, this wasn’t even in Bunker Hill anymore. She looked around, noticing a sign. Well, now she new she was in he Art District. Now if she only knew how to get home..., clenching her nails into her palms as the rain pounded down on her she sighed. Yea, she was completely lost.

It fell silent, a awkward stare occured between Daniel and Maxi. But jeez... what did he do? All he asked was a damn question. For some reason Daniel seemed pissed, he can tell by simply looking at his face. Anybody could tell that Daniel wanted to hurt Maxi in some way, yet he didn't... Was he scared? Most likely.

For some reason he went into what he called a "bag." It was more like a bag that been flushed down the toilet multiple amount of times, well to Maxi it did. "H-hey what you doing?" Soon enough his question recieved a answer, turns out that he only went in the bag for a juicy apple. Was he trying to taunt him? Just what the heck was frosty planning? The apple rose up towards the sky, then pludged back down towards his cold palm. He would then repeat this a good 5 times or so. Slowly but surely, it began to piss him off. His stomach growled harshly, yet he couldn't make it shut up just yet... Oh if only he saved the last apple for later.

He couldn't take it anymore... Addiction levels were rising... Maxi needed that apple! He took a step forward, while Daniel took a shot at the harmless apple, like he was practising for some pointless reason... He watched in horror as the frozen shard flew with great speed, slashing though the apple. His heart skipped a beat, as if it had broken alittle. Who in the right mind would waste a amazing apple like that? With a thud, the apple core splatted on the ground. All Maxi could do was stare at it, his stomach growled more seriously now. Oh he longed for that apple.. But to see it lay there.. like a dead animal. Agh it could bring tears to his eyes. Son..of..a...bitch...

Rage was building up inside him, clentching his fists tightly untill it started to hurt. Keeping himself calm, he looked away from "jack frost" and sighed. Yea he felt like ripping that asshole inside out. But he couldn't show that he was letting Daniel get to him, nor could he offord the stress of being pissed and going on a pointless outrage. "Fuck it...just fuck it all to damn hell" He said to himself, ignoring the growling from his stomach. Daniel actually gave him a answer to his question that he had asked like ten minutes ago. "She asked where we should go next and suggested San Jose." Maxi froze, putting the end to his cursing. "San jose? sounds good...atleast we get some where to go insted of being at this damn place." He kicked a lifeless body that looked freshly killed. Like some kind of blade had finished this "original" human. He raised a eyebrow and smiled slightly, the kill was pretty impressive.. Who ever killed this person surely had some kind of skill. He backflipped into the air, once again defeating gravity by hovering in the air alittle to guide him through the air longer. Soon enough he had landed on a half wreaked airplane, falling onto his back making himself relaxed. Filling his ears with the earphones filled with music, he looked down to the others and shouted out. "Yea just tell me when we're leaving this shit hole." Finally Maxi became quiet, he entertained himself by making a plane fly with his magnectic skills, he made it look so simple. Like it was remote controlled. While he did this, he had returned to one of his daydreams. (The one where he finds himself in the planet of apples)

As Ereon soared through the air at several hundred miles per hour, continually smiling at the delightful feel of the wind blowing strongly down his body, he scanned the earth below for any traces of destruction. He figured he must be well into California by now, and San Francisco would be approaching any moment. Just then in the distance a ways he spotted a large diminishing storm cloud and a big ball of smoke ascending into the sky. "Hey.. isn't that where the airport is supposed to be??" he asked himself as he continued to soar. He dropped a bit in altitude to get a better view of what was going on. The entire area where the airport should be was a pile of rubble. he could make out only a couple moving figures within the scene. No doubt the ones responsible.. seeing as the place was littered with corpses. Regaining altitude he continued flight until a safe distance outside the airport; he didn't want to attract any attention. He wasn't exactly the best solo fighter.. so he had to find some other elementalist allies first.

About five miles outside the proximity of what used to be the airport, he spun around realigning himself with the earth. Ceasing flight, he dropped down through miles of air ever so gracefully, feet first. He spun several times as he fell, making himself look like a pro-diver except there was no pool beneath to catch him. Right before he hit the ground, a large puff of air between his feet and the ground caught him, and then he plopped once more onto the earth. The rain started to fall. He looked around to see what part of the city he was in; it appeared to be the art district. A couple feet away he spotted a girl getting out of a car. The car took off rather hastily, spraying water everywhere and the girl started to traipse through the rain. "Excuse me!!" he called out to her, trying to make his voice heard over the distance and the sound of the falling rain. He ran over to her, his school uniform now officially soaked. "Hey there" he said as he caught up and he walked with her. He looked over and saw her pretty blue eyes; he smiled. "What are you doing walking in this rain?" he asked, hoping the girl wouldn't be too put off by his presence. "And how come that car just dropped you off? You guys have a fight or something?"

He realized he was probably asking more questions than the girl wanted to hear at the moment. They were both getting their showers in for the next month in this rain so he invited her over underneath a nearby cafe's awning to talk. "Jeeze it's pouring down here. The forecast was all clear back in Seattle." he commented.

Christian had continued walking towards the giant ice pillar, he had noticed that Maxi had also just arrived. Maxi and Daniel had begun conversing with each other, he couldn't tell what they were talking about but whatever it was it seemed to be causing tension between the two. Hmmm... this isn't good. I wouldn't want those two to start killing each other, they are far to valuable for anything like that to happen... Although it would be an interesting fight to watch... Christians began having delightful thoughts of the two fighting, which had ignited his own fighting spirit. He wanted to continue his crusade across the western coast, spreading destruction and chaos. He believed that the destruction would create eventual growth and harmony, whether people hated him or not, he did not care... But those thoughts are for another time... it is to soon to truly reveal my motives to anyone... isn't it? The man looked towards the ruins and grinned.

The thunderstorms which had dispersed earlier, had begun roaring louder than before. Jennifer... what is she doing? This question had soon been answered, the sound of thunder shattered the remnants of glass surrounding the airport, the Thunder than seemed to be speaking to him. "Hey guys, where should we go next? If we stay in one place too long, reinforcements or something will probably end up coming here sooner or later. Not that we'll have a problem with that, but I'm just saying..." At that moment Christian had realized that the thunderous voice had come from Jennifer, and was not created by his innate Psychosis. She continued by saying, "So. Anyone up for San Jose and whatever there between us?" Christian believed this was an interesting proposition, which would serve his purpose just as well as any plan, without any objections Christian had decided that it would be the best next course of action. I could also watch a San Jose Sharks game... I wonder who they will be playing at the time? Christian had not always been the Psychotic Killer he was now, he had a normal life before. Again... this is not the time to be revealing anything such as that..., he thought.

Christian then ran up the side of the airport onto the rooftop, again looking out upon the ruins of San Fransisco. "One day the people will understand... It was not because I wished to do this that it had happened, but it was because it was necessary." He had begun talking to himself, crying as he did so, his black tears began to fall. "...One day this world will become perfected, and it will be by my hands... and by their hands." He than looked out towards his acquaintances, two of which were now situated on top of a plane. Christian began to wonder about this, was he truly the Savior to this world, was his beliefs as perfect as he had believed, or was he destined for failure as many others before him had been. "No, this is not the time for self doubt. We have begun, and we shall now finish it."

While talking to himself on top of the rooftop he had noticed two separate anomalies, a jet inside San Fransisco airspace and a smaller figure also in the skies. I would have thought that the airspace above San Fransisco would have been closed off... I guess those humans are truly foolish. But what ever is that other being... Whatever it is, it seemed to be coming at an abnormal speed. The abnormal figure than started to fall out of the air and land 5 miles away from the airport. Strange... whatever that thing is it is quite interesting. No matter, it shall cease to exist in a few seconds. "I guess this means we will have a bit more fun Darius. Mind if you assist me this time?" Christian had then unsheathed his katana and held it in his left hand, his right arm was coiled around by a snake, his pet snake Darius. The snakes mouth opened and it revealed a hidden sword within it's body, which he than grasped with his right hand. "Judgement and Death await the foolish... doesn't it Darius?", the blades glowed with a menacing purple, and Christian had begun to grin. He than slashed his swords towards the direction of the jet plane and the abnormal figure, releasing a poison which traveled exceedingly fast and incredible force. "Once that touches them they shall degenerate rather quickly... it shall be a magnificent sight to behold...", he smiled and watched as the poison traveled towards his targets. They won't know what hit them.

Nearly a moment after she had gotten herself sorted out, she looked behind her at the now empty space. ‘I guess I didn't really do much damage’ she thought remorsefully. In her opinion, that jerk deserved to have his tires melted to the ground. In fact, if she ever met him again, she vowed that she was going to do just that. Then maybe she would have some fun; warn him that hurting a child could have serious consequences. And then, just maybe she would show him what those consequences where. In fact, she regretted not doing that the first time... with a passion.

“Excuse me!!” Sam jumped; the sound of someone shouting was like nails on a chalkboard for her right now. It was extremely irritating and it took all of her willpower to prevent herself from turning around and yelling for whoever it was to shut up. Instead she turned around slowly and took a deep breath upon seeing a boy running towards her. She took a close look at him. He looked around her age, except maybe a bit older. He was awfully pretty and probably well off judging from his style of dress and well kept looks. Next to him, with her torn clothing and messy hair she realized that she probably looked horrible.

"What are you doing walking in this rain?" Sam smiled a bit at his concern tried to think of an explanation. She wasn’t about to say that she had just burned a hole through a seemingly innocent man’s steering wheel and probably left him to get into an accident. Actually, she was starting to regret that. If he got into an accident, it wouldn’t be tragic, but if the little girl got hurt... Sam didn’t know how she would take it. Luckily for her, he provided her with a proper explanation
right after his question.

However, she had a feeling that he didn’t notice her feeble nod. When he walked over towards the cafe, she assumed it would be awfully rude to simply ignore him, so she followed him over. And when he mentioned the weather, Sam was happy for the easy conversation.

“Honestly, I’m pretty sick and tired of all this rain” She began, “It’s nearly impossible to find anywhere dry out here.” And that was a major problem for her. She had a feeling that finding anywhere to sleep tonight was going to be a problem, especially with her ability to light fires temporarily useless. Sam looked over to the cafe window, regretting it immediately as she found it hard to tear her eyes away from the food inside. “You know, I have to get to work,” She said looking at the time on a clock that she could see through the window. “I hate to just leave, but my boss is going to be pissed off.” She waved a quick goodbye, not wanting to see his pretty face as she waved him off so rudely and stepped out into the rain again.

Scatterbrained. There was no logical idea in her head that would allow her to proceed any further. Who was she kidding when she thought that after watching the news she could up and perhaps find this people, these individuals, with no plan whatsoever. It was like saying, hey I'm over here, I want to die too! She walked passed houses, thinking of all the innocent sleeping people. She always thought everyone looked so peaceful when they slept. The thought that there could be a time where they just did not wake up one day upset her, as well as the thought of them waking up to excruciating pain. Sure, not everyone in the world was a good person, but no one deserved to die - not like that. Allura convinced herself, that this was still somehow possible, and tried to think of some means of transportation to get to some place in which she did not know how to get to to defend tons of people she did not know. That made no sense in her mind but talking to herself in her head seemed to soothe her, oh wow I'm going crazy. She wanted to get to a plane, but how would she do so in the first place? She did not know anything about public transportation, and wasn't about to chase down a taxi, or something similar. Her eyes then lay on a car which belonged to one of the neighbors, she hadn't known the neighbors all too well but if memory served her right - and she knew it did, they had two vehicles of transportation. The rain poured harder on her as she contemplated stealing it. It was such a dirty thing to do to one's neighbors. Not that they had ever talked to her, or anything. Having little choice she walked up to the car's driver door and prayed to god that some crazy alarm wasn't going to go off - that was just what she needed. She then imagined one of those cars with the alarms that went, you are too close to the vehicle, you are too close to the vehicle. She then lost color in her face, if that was even possible, as she thought of the car calling the cops on her. Technology nowadays.

She wasn't sure how she was going to get it to start either, she knew nothing about hot wiring, and it wasn't like she had a key. Well, she knew one way, and she guessed it was going to be the only thing she could do. She smiled as within moments the car door started opening on it's own. She had never thought about bringing a car to life, that just didn't seem like anything that should ever need to be done. People drove them. She stepped inside the car, dripping from the rain and sopping wet, and looked around. The car was nice, it looked almost like a new car, they're really going to miss this. She then wished she had taken something else, something that belonged to no one, absentmindedly she looked at a tree and imagined bringing that to life, it picking her up and putting her on it's branches - only to proceed walking down the street by it's roots. She made a distorted face as if somewhat concealing laughter and somewhat not believing what she just imagined meshed up in one. Yeah that, that wouldn't go well. She placed her hands on the steering wheel, as if pretending to steer the thing, she really didn't have the desire to drive in the moment anyways. She rarely did so in the first place, she walked wherever she usually went. For all she knew she was a horrible driver. "I need to get to...an airport." she said, in a sweet and childish voice, one which was very soft. She had a tendency to always talk to the things she brought to life, even though they didn't talk back. It might have been because she lacked human friends, she cringed at the thought of being insane. Talking to cars. "Aheheh.." she laughed nervously.

Even though she told the car to go somewhere, it is not like it knew where that was, all and all she had to control the thing. She had the brief idea of letting up on the magic a bit and giving it free will, but then she wouldn't know where she would end up. The car turned from side to side as if to look both ways before pulling out, the car bending in such a way that isn't even possible and should have broken it. It pulled out and drove off heading out of the neighborhood, as Allura watched the beautiful downpour of rain. She maneuvered the car this way and that looking for some kind of airport. She wondered if she was going to buy the plane ticket or move the plane herself. But a plane was so large, the thought was amusing though. She drove for what seemed like ever, she knew the airport, but how the heck did one get there? She didn't really want to step out and ask for directions, nor did she want anyone to come across a living car. She wiggled her toes by the pedals, even though they were on the them, stretching and yawning, trying to get comfortable. It seemed like she was going in circles, she was hopelessly lost. Why had she not learned how to drive and gone out more. Being a hermit or something like it certainly had not helped her, at all. Minutes passed, then maybe a half hour, until she got so tired of it all, she focused in on the sound of rain which unfortunately, lulled her to sleep.

The walls were covered in blood, blood which was fresh and still dripping. There was an eerieness to the house which could lead one to believe that someone was still there, or that they were waiting. There were bloody footsteps and hand prints on the floor which made it appear as if a person fell and was then dragged by the feet as the clawed for something to hold on to. But there was nothing. Closer and closer moving to the darkness, hearing what sounded like screams and wails of agony. No, they were screams of that of someone who sounded like they were being massacred. The shrieks could give someone a sickening feeling in the pit of their stomach that they could probably not shake off. And then finally, they stopped. It was complete silence and utter darkness. It was nothingness as if nothing and no one existed in the world, as if for that moment. Nothing until...

A loud shrieking scream escaped her, it had the same pain and agony as...Allura recalled what she had just seen what she had just...it was a dream? No, it was nightmare. It only took her seconds to realize after coming out of her momentary limbo land, that she was not in the car anymore. She turned to head to see colors flying passed her...colors...What's...happen- "Auuuugh!" She shouted again as her bare skin hit the gravel. She landed flat on her side, the force behind what was a throw making her knees, elbows, and legs covered in gravel. An overwhelming pain consumed her for a moment. She barely sat up and saw that the black - whatever kind of car it was, was driving away - without her. "Jerk!" she shouted at the car, as it echoed in front of her. The car honked back twice and sped off in the rain. Yes, she realized what had happened, she had fallen asleep, and had some kind of nightmare, for some unknown amount of time, making her control on the car dwindle, thus allowing him to do whatever. Apparently, he didn't want anything to do with her. Or, well if it had a gender. Her left elbow had gravel all over it, and was bleeding, as was the side of her leg and her knee. The rain poured down on her, and at the moment it felt ever so painful. She looked around trying to see where she was, barely reading some sign that said Art District. How long was I...sleeping. Where is this anyways? As she lay in the middle of the street, she noticed people on the sidewalk ahead of her. She couldn't make them out well, and she didn't really want to approach them. Maybe they have...directions or something.

Allura got up, ever so slowly, limping a bit from the soreness of her leg. She had never imagined herself getting thrown out of a car...by a car. Especially not one of her own creations, but then she hadn't lost control on them before. The gravel on her bare feet felt horrible, especially as she stepped on little pieces of rocks and what not. She looked down and those ripples she seemed to be making with her feet, which she always seemed to do in rain, she guessed it a weird water elemental emotional reaction something or other. But the ripples had just a tint of blood in it. She sighed as she limped towards the sidewalk, she was always injured and bleeding and she wasn't even fighting anyone. She noticed her white dress was now sticking to her so much that she assumed she looked like a walking stick with a head. She mentally groaned at the image of this. Maybe one day I will come across someone who can magically grow me some boobs. she thought to herself. Yes there was the more known plastic surgery thing, but she always heard horror stories and she didn't want mountains. She walked towards the two people, now seeing it was a male and a female, the female now walking away from the male, and stopped just in front of the guy. She had a mental war with herself on what to say.

Uh...do you know how to get to the airport here?
Sure, go down this street that street and then take a right at...
I don't know where those streets are.
Are you not from around here?
I live in LA...I just don't get out much...
Why not?
Because I spend all my time talking to trees and cars and playing games with dolls.

She could only imagine the look on her face as she thought of that. She looked down at her feet and then back up again, standing in a statuesque yet somewhat creepily still manner. She braced herself for jokes on her paleness, or how she might be a boy in a dress, or something about her so called chicken legs. Rain caught itself on her long eyelashes, and she quickly blinked them away. "Uh...so I was wondering...airport..." Oh good job, that was smooth Allura. Pat yourself on the back. Frustrated, she started to walk away, almost tripping over her own gravel covered foot but catching herself. "Ha ha ha. I know so funny." she said, before he could. Her words sounded odd with her voice. She turned to see her reflection in the window of a building, she was such a horrible sight.

Vera should have known to have changed out of her cotton flats and into rain-boots during the time she was still in her apartment. It was the only thought running through her mind, rather, it was the though that buzzed through her mind like an irritated wasp. No, not a bumble bee, a wasp simply because wasps were harder to ignore. Similar to how it was becoming more and more difficult to ignore the fact that the entirety of her knees, calves, ankles, and feet were coated in city runoff that resembled sludge more than it resembled water. Disgusting.

However, Vera wasn't going to suddenly commit suicide just because of filthy legs. Nope! In fact, she was quite proud of herself. While she had run back home to pick up her phone, Vera had just enough forethought to remember to grab her umbrella. Granted, it took longer to get the umbrella, which was buried in the dump she called a closet, compared to her phone but it was well-worth every minuet wasted. Anyways, she never had the opportunity to pair the charming umbrella with the rest of her wardrobe. It made quite a statement against the gray city, Vera thought. The vibrant peach color stuck out compared to all the other boring umbrellas out there in the world. Not to mention the leaf sown to the end of the umbrella, a touch Vera added herself.

Oh, no no no. What was she doing, thinking about rain-boots and hygiene or umbrellas and peaches? Was she not out here in the first place to get to San Fransisco, to her father? Vera paused mid-stride. A temperamental business-man on his daily commute honked angry at the petite woman who had stopped in the middle of the cross-walk. The engine revved, as if threatening to run her over, the car horn blaring in warning. This did nothing to improve Vera's mood. She turned to face the driver directly, her damp figure eerily back-light as if the driver had offended a power greater then he knew of. Her black hair and vivid red lips were a stark contrast with her pale compaction that seemed to glow even in this despairing weather. Vera scowled and the obnoxious car horn suddenly stopped. Quite satisfied with herself, Vera broke the effect, childishly sticking her tongue out and skipping out of the road.

Her glee was short-lived. The weight of the possibility of her father's death was a heavy burden but one she could carry on. The peach umbrella bobbed it's way along the sidewalk, weaving back and forth as Vera passed those who's pace could not match hers. There was no mirror in her hands nor did she turn her head to gaze into the glossy glass window of the bar that passed by so quickly, but Vera could feel the heaviness of her face. The way her rogue lips tipped down and the lax way her brows sat above her eyes. The eyes of someone that looked like she was going to her death.

Vera's hand subconsciously reached for her bag. A mirror, a camera, a Swiss-Army knife, a cell-phone, and a flash light. These were not weapons. A strangled chuckle escaped her lips as if the earth sprouted a mouth and told a terrible joke. Strange looks were shot in Vera's direction as she, once again stopped suddenly. A terrible joke. Vera shook her head, attempting to shake off the hilarity of it all, but the twisted mirth that had bubbled from deep within was so unfamiliar to Vera that she could not help but cling to it. Soon, she was once again walking down the sidewalk of Los Angeles with a smile full of twisted mirth and the bright eyes of someone walking to their death. That is, of course until she bumped into someone. Quite literally.

"Oo, ouch! Sorry there. You ok? I'm so, SO sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." Vera had to look up at the girl, even though she seemed to be many years younger then herself. She was quite adorable, with big brown eyes and long lashes. There was no doubting the lost-puppy look in the girl's eyes and it took all of Vera's will-power to hold herself back from giving the strange girl a hug.

"Really, I'm sorry. You're not hurt right? Actually, I hope you don't mind me asking but you look quite lost," Vera motioned the girl over a little, so they wouldn't get in the way of anyone else who may be walking by. She held out the umbrella out and away from her so that the mysterious girl wouldn't get any wetter then she already was, "Are you new to the city? I'm in a bit of a rush to get to San Fransisco right now but if you need directions around downtown Los Angeles I could give you some. Oh! My name is Vera if that helps. You seem a bit shy so don't worry to speak up a little!" Vera offered a smile, unsure if the girl would run off in fear. Not that Vera was all that scary...

"Hey! Wait up!" Ereon called out to the girl as she began to walk away. Before he could catch up to her, a short, rather sullen looking girl had approached him. He turned over to look at her; she kind of just stood there awkward and quiet. He figured she was probably very shy and lost. She was kind of adorable.. he smiled.

"Uh...so I was wondering...airport..."

He wanted to give the girl a hug. She just seemed so innocent and childlike. Eager to answer her question, he went to open his mouth but then quickly caught himself. "Wait a minute..." he thought. "I don't know how to get to the airport on ground...."

"Well. It's.. that way......" he spoke, staggering, realizing how stupid he must have sounded while his finger pointed in the general direction of the airport, which he had only known where it was because of where he had seen it overhead while in flight. "I'm sorry... I wish I could be better help but I'm not actually from around here." he commented, looking back to check on the girl he had only just been talking to moments before. Just then another girl, this one looked closer to Ereon's age, had bumped straight into the girl. She apologized profusely and then offered to help her find her way, taking her under her umbrella. Ereon smiled at the woman's kindness. "Hey um, I don't mean to sound really irrelevant or anything here but... and I hope this doesn't alarm you but I'm assuming you both must know seeing as you're both from this city. But there's a lot of chaos going on here and well, the people who are behind it just seem really suspicious to me. In fact, I have reason to believe that I may be one of the only people around who may be able to do something about it ......" He kind of trailed off, knowing he probably did not make a lot of sense just then. But he didn't want to reveal too much information. Growing up attending a Catholic school had beat well into Ereon's head the lesson that he should not go around telling people willy-nilly about his "condition", for any one person's reaction to it could be incredibly unpredictable. They might try to turn him in to scientists who would run all sorts of tests on him, or have him committed.

Before any of them could say another word, Ereon heard a strange noise. It sounded kind of like an incoming missile.. but more.. magicy. He turned around and his mouth went agape in shock as he spotted a huge purple bolt flying his way. "What the....!!" immediately, as an instinct he ran over to the two girls and wrapped his arms tightly around them. He flinched, ducking his head into the older girl's shoulder and closing his eyes tightly, while concentrating entirely on the wind. He had to be swift.. he skipped every step of preparation and went right to the part where he wills the wind to get very strong - and it obeyed. Mere seconds before the magical bolt would have struck the three children and caused God only knows what kind of harm, an enormous whirling stream of powerful wind encircled the three kids. The rain around the area where the wind was being manipulated sprayed wildly in all directions. Ereon knew it was working as he could feel his clothes and hair getting blown around like crazy. As the magic came into contact with the whirlwind, it was blown to bits, several little pieces, remnants of the magic, being scattered in circular motion whizzing swiftly around them. He ceased his manipulation of the wind and the sudden halt of air caused all the captured raindrops and magic to explode and went splattering everywhere. After that, the air felt eerily still.

"I....." Ereon started, and then stopped, not even bothering to try and explain. He half expected to have the cops called on him at that very moment. He just kind of looked around in every direction except that of the two girls. He felt a huge lump in the pit of his stomach, like he had been caught committing murder or something. True, he was extremely nervous and caught off guard by what had just happened, but something else in that moment caught his eye; parts of the magic that had been captured by his whirlwind had hit the sidewalk and even the glass window on the nearby cafe who's awning they were standing under earlier. Where the drops of magic had hit the glass were now tiny, smoking holes, that were slowly growing bigger.. only barely noticeable if you looked very closely. "What the heck?? Is this some kind of acid magic or something?" he questioned in his own mind. He looked down to the sidewalk, noticing that where the drops of magic lay, they were also slowly burning little holes into the concrete. "I don't even want to picture what we might look like right now if that thing had managed to hit us..." he said aloud, addressing himself more than the girls.

San Fransisco International Airport

“We’re here!” Called Jim from the front seat
“Where do want me to land!”

Anson was lost in his thoughts. He was even more heartbroken now that he saw the city in ruins. He was speechless. Flying over San Fran would have been a wonderful experience...but now it was a nightmare. A Hellish one. Dead bodies lines the streets... blood dripped down into the sewers.... buildings that were once huge sky scrappers where nothing more than ruins... It must have been one heck of an attack
Anson though about it while he was in the air, looking down at the city. He searched for any signs of survivors or clues that would let him know who did this.

“Anson do you hear me?!”

No....he knew who had done this. Elementalists....like him. People who could use magic. But why would anyone want to use their powers for such destruction. If they would have joined to do well instead....so much things could have happened. This whole massacre could have been avoided. Anson started shaking with anger. He wasn’t an easy man to anger...he was usually a fun and calm man to be around with. But seeing this man him mad....very mad...

“Dude snap out of it!”

Anson couldn’t hear him. A loud ring blocked his ears. Was it the fact that they were now 2000 feet in the air? Or was it because he was angry? Anson shook it off, focusing on what was at hand. How would he land? Getting to close would probably attract attention. He needed a way down. Most of the trees in San Fran had been buried. But there were always roots inside the ground that Anson could use. Now the question was, how to get down...without landing

“God Damn it Anson answer me!!”
“Yeah! Sorry....” he replied
“Oh welcome back to earth! Shit man....where do you want to land...”
“Where not going to land...” Anson spoke these words while he stood and opened a door that led to the outside of the plane. Strong air rushed in the jet, nearly blowing Anson backwards.
“Anson close that door now!”
“Thanks for your help...hope I see you again...” And Anson jumped

The last thing he heard was his friend call his name. Anson only hopped he would turn away and go back home. If Anson survived this...he would need to explain everything. This meant telling him his secret. Only time would tell if ever he needed to do that. Anson had jumped from a moving jet....that was 2000 feet in the air. A normal human would have probably suffocated. The air that hit his face was immensely strong. Getting closer to the ground, he raised his hands. Spreading his fingers, roots sprung from the ground and flew up at him. Curling around his body as he fell, they made a sort of cocoon around him.

And it was just in time for impact. Anson hit the hard ground with a large BAM. He slowly got up, climbing from the crater he had made. The thick wood had protected him...but he would have a sore body for at least a day.
He looked around, even more stunned at the scene. The air was filled with that of blood and rottig corpse. Anson looked around. He made sure everything in his back pack was intact. Walking around, he saw a large sign that was stained with dirt.

San Francisco International Airport

As Sam walked away, she couldn’t help but feel remorse as he told her to wait up. He seemed nice, even caring to her and she hated how she treated him. But he didn’t seem to have a car, and work wasn’t going to wait for her to chat with a total stranger. In fact, she was pretty sure that with her being so late, she was already fired. However, when he stopped coming towards her, Sam couldn’t help but look back.

There was a girl talking to him; a short, skinny girl. Sam stopped walking and inched back, trying to hear there conversation. She heard a few lines, something about an airport and started to walk back, hoping that she could be of some help. After all, who cared about work when a little girl was lost? As she came closer to the sight, she noticed that this ‘little girl’ was actually much older. It was just her child-like stature that had been misleading. “Hey, I...” She stopped talking, noticing a woman crash into the girl. She apologized and offered her an umbrella, causing Sam to scowl just a bit. She wasn’t an attention hog, but she had wanted to help, and now she really couldn’t. Anyway, it’s not like she could do much. She was didn’t even have a decent jacket for herself, forget about an extra one.

Suddenly Sam perked up, hearing the boy talk about some kind of terrorist attack, and when he said the word suspicious, she couldn’t help but stride over. After all, just a few hours ago she had thought the same thing.
And then she heard a noise, it was quiet at first, but very high pitched. As it became louder, Sam’s eyes widened and she almost threw herself onto the ground. She wasn’t quite sure why, but somehow it just seemed right. Fear overwhelmed her as the other’s noticed and she found her self heating up again. Then she made the mistake of looking up. A large purple missle was heading towards them. By now her skin was burning up, her body temperature at least twice as high as the normal human’s. And then, as if by magic, a strong gust of wind hit her.

Sam stumbled back, a sharp pain erupting as her knife dug into her waist, reminding her that it had been a bad idea to carry it in her belt. Luckily it was only a small cut, and though it was bleeding a bit, she started walking towards the others, to make sure that they where okay.

And thats when she noticed the small hole in her jacket. She quickly threw it from her shoulders, however, to her dismay; it caught on fire, as well as the concrete that it had landed on. Now, she knew the impossibility in this, concrete was not a substance that could be engulfed in flamed, but then again, there was no such thing as an acid missile, and a gust of wind from nowhere was highly improbable. And so, among the impossibilities that day, was a six inch wall of fire. It stretched about two feet long and maybe a few inches wide. But the size didn’t matter; it was the fact that she had caused it. And that they had seen her do it...

Sam found herself looking around her, expecting the police to be on the way. They would make assumptions, and she would be in jail. So she did the only thing she could think of. She turned around to run away.

Drake snorted trying to gain the attention of his best friend who at this moment was fast asleep, chocolate smeared across his cheek, and body slowly slipping off the clean scales of the dragon. It would have been a strange sight to anyone in the air. Suddenly the dragon jerked downward forcing the clueless boy into the air to fall a few feet before slamming onto the dragon's back.

Cole shot up finally awake after his short flight around, his back hurt like they few all the way to India. His chocolate had sadly fallen off with the sudden lurch and he was sitting up now thoroughly disappointed he didn't get to finish. The chill mind from the chocolate had not yet left him though, so he was completely relaxed and didn't plan on getting pissed off at the dragon for waking him.

"Thank you, Drake." He complained rubbing his sore back, that drop was not cool. But he was awake enough to see the giant jump out of a jet plane and make a huge dent in the ground. His eyes widened fascinated, perhaps he was one of the "elementalists" that caused this chaos. He was full of energy now that he found a sign of life! Something else to kill, or make a deal with, depending on what they had planned.

With a flick of his wrist the dragon did a nosedive right for the strange guy who jumped out of a plane. The crater he made was impressive, the perfect grave, if he needed one when he turned out to be less than interesting. Before landing Cole jumped off a short distance in front of the man and ran until he regained his balance putting him a few feet away from the rather dangerous character. Drake pulled away and landed with an invisible thump next to Cole nuzzling his ear slightly.

"Quit it~!" Cole chuckled and pushed the dragon's fiery snout away before turning his attention back to the friend or foe. He approached without caution now within full view and hearing range of the guy if he hadn't already gained his attention in his brilliant landing.

"Hey! You!" He called him out, "Are you one of the geniuses behind this madness?" He asked, not realizing this man was just as fresh on the scene as he was.

Before she could even dwell on how much a fool she had just made of herself, someone abruptly bumped into her, surprising her already frazzled self. She saw that it was a woman, who immediately apologized, and gave her that look she was ever so used to by people older than she. The woman she thought to be rather pretty, she had that simple natural beauty which she seemed to rather embrace, unlike most people. She smiled at the woman, looking up at her. "It's okay, it was my fault, I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going." she said sweetly. "And no, you didn't injure me..." the car did. She finished, though in her head. "I actually live around here...well kind of, er uh, it's a boring story." she continued, thinking about how the car through her out, and how she had fallen asleep in it, truely not knowing how far she was from home. "So...you're going to San Francisco...I need to get there too." The man in which she had asked directions to the airport had then answered her, he pointed in some random direction which didn't help, though it was nice of him to try. He then said that he hadn't been from around here, and that he needed to get to San Francisco as well, he apparently thought that he was the only person who do anything about what was going on. Was he crazy? She saddened a bit at the thought that someone who wanted to help would only get killed.

Within moments, Allura looked up to see something come at them, and before she could react, the man grabbed her and the woman, his arms tightly around them. Allura desperately wanted to push him off and throw herself in front of the both of them, but she was not able to do so, and it seemed she didn't need to either. A shield of very strong winds surrounded them, one which she could only assume was the work of the guy. She processed everything a bit slow, was Los Angeles under attack right this very moment? Alllura turned and noticed a girl to the side of them, one which seemed to have nothing to protect her, she dived for cover and then eventually started running away. That was dangerous, if the girl continued alone with something like this continuously happening, she wasn't too sure about her survival. Allura's braided hair blew wildly in the harsh winds, her eyes barely able to stay open with the rain that now felt like it was attacking her. Then, what seemed to be like raindrops and other captured small things exploded, and the large wind shield subsided. She turned to the man as he stuttered seeming flustered, unsure what to say. She gathered he was an elementalist, there was no other explanation, and as she was water, he must be wind.

Allura smiled at him, as if the words it's going to be okay, and your secret is safe with me. Could be conveyed by doing so. She then saw the massive holes in the ground, which seemed to be growing by the second. What if that really was them? She figured everyone around her had seen the spectacle already, so she might as well speak up. "I've never seen anything like that..." she said, referring to the damage done to the ground. "I'm surprised that I ran into you...wind." she said, as if that was his name. "Calm down a bit, I doubt anyone's priority is going to be to tell on the guy who protected the girls from....well...that" Allura suddenly felt a little less out of place, if only for a moment. "I'm water - uh, the rain isn't my fault though, just to throw that out there." she looked at the woman next to them. "You...were also heading to San Francisco were you not...?" she analyzed the girl. So there was another elementalist out there, with the control of wind, he was heading to San Francisco, and so was this woman. She felt as if perhaps maybe this woman was one too. However, she didn't ask her, she felt if she was one and she wanted people to know, she would say something. It was too bad for the man and herself she had just thrown that elementalist thing out there if she wasn't. No, she was right, she knew she was. She wondered how she sounded when she said all of that. She figured they looked at her like a little girl, not that it bothered her all too much at the moment.

She then remembered that girl who had ran off. It wasn't right to let her do so right now. She felt as if all of them were in danger at this point, and it would be smart of the girl to be with them, as opposed to be around people who could not protect her. Allura turned around and started running, or rather, run-limping, after the girl. "W-wait! Come back here! Please.." she said now weakly, as she realized she was not going to be able to keep up with her. If the girl was going to keep running she was going to have to stop her - in some abnormal magical way. She didn't really want to, so she would refrain from doing so for the moment. "You're in more danger alone then-" She knew the girl was either scared, or trying to stay away from what situation she thought might happen. That made her remember, the wind guy had an expression which made him think he was in trouble, she immediately thought of the police. She turned back to the two of them, though mostly the mister wind, as she wasn't one hundred percent sure of the girl - as much as she would help her either way. "I actually think we should move, if the authorities don't come to check this out, whoever caused the damage may come to finish the job." she said. She looked around for some means of transportation, and recalled the guy saying something which made her think he didn't really need one. "I don't know if you are able to go without - but I could..." she then remembered the car incident, unsure of whether strangers would be up to riding in something that was alive, be it car or otherwise. "I'd like to...if you don't like my idea...can I accompany you to...you know.." Allura was getting flustered, part of her was hoping that girl would turn around. The other part of her was frantically searching for ideas of how to move from this area.