MATTHEW VERNON
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Telekinesis & Binding
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ADAM LAUREN
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Pain Suppression & Empathy
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Mimicry & Camouflage
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"Me and this woman, Jolene... We woke up in a cell in the PD together. I can't remember anything before but... I don't think I was a prisoner or anything." Sadie tried not to take his gesture of glancing around as anything but face value. Despite the way, her nerves seemed to be getting the better of her. [color=#837A23"There were bodies everywhere when we woke up. I can't explain how... but I was able to kinda just walk through the bars. And when we got outside one of those charged us."[/color] Sadie had been mostly concerned at the start of their talk, but it had now grown into full blown internal panic. She couldn't believe how unconcerned Adam seemed with it, his own interest having waned the moment that Jed confessed to having no clue how he could walk through solid objects.
"Sounds like a real shitshow," she interjects, quietly.
If Adam had any guess, they'd all drank the
fucking kool-aid. Whatever happened next would be a product of this shared psychotic break.
"I don't know what's wrong with them. It's like they're-" Jed had stopped speaking as they walked, seemingly distracted. This was all just too perfect. In a way that made her want to curl up in the fetal position behind several layers of padded walls. Empty streets abandoned homes, and people attacking each other. If she didn't know any better she'd think this were a horror movie - would that make her the star? There always has to be a final girl.
"JED!" The scream caught both Adam and Sadie off guard, Adams hand coming forward to steady before she overbalances. A new form of adrenaline kicked up in his heart, a thrill of it pulsating in his blood. While Jed took off, Sadie tried to keep Adam rooted in place. There was no way they could follow him to a certain death.
"Let me go." Adam hissed while clenching his teeth, something dark crossing into his expression. Sadie, fully disarmed by the aggression let him. Watching him follow quickly behind Jed. She only had a split second to think about how it isn't her problem that the kids ready to run off into certain death before following right behind him. She'd be damned if she wound up alone.
A woman was running down the street towards them now, with a very small child on her back. Neither Adam nor Sadie were firing on all cylinders enough yet to realize that she was running
away from something. When she finally noticed, Sadie felt as if someone had sucker punched her with a fist made of fear. God, what the hell was happening to people? Without a weapon neither of them could fight, so Adam relented this time when Sadie halted his pace, determined this time not to let him rush into a fight he couldn't win. She doesn't get why she cares - he's not
her problem - but she can't stop herself.
Not when she's afraid for herself just as much as she is for him - and even to some extent these strangers she doesn't even know. Maybe its leftover instincts from a life she can't remember. It has to be right?
"Damn, that's a little scary, but also fucking awesome." Adam had thought Jed's moves before had been awe inspiring but seeing him take down two of those things? Legendary. This guy is definitely someone to stick around. Not to mention the whole phasing through walls ability, useful as hell...If only the world hadn't suddenly flipped on its axis, Jed would have made a hell of a bank robber. They didn't get too close, not wanting to interrupt the family reunion going on here. Adam however, itched to know what the next steps would be.
"Oh god," Sadie grabbed his attention with the rough way she spoke, her eyes glued to her hands when he turned to look at her. He had no idea what was going on but the skin of her palms seemed to be swirling. Rippling and suddenly fading, showing through in some places like a hole showing the landscape behind it. It didn't look painful but she was wincing anyway, watching her palms distort and almost disappear completely to show the pavement just below.
"What the fuck is - " Adam began to ask, but just as abruptly as he spoke, her eyes snapped up to his and her palms returned into full view. As if speaking had broken whatever weird thing had been happening. They shared a look, and Sadie tried to quell her mounting fear - because at this point it's simply becoming more annoying than useful to be afraid.
Never speak of it again. Sadie had to be hallucinating, maybe it hadn't happened at all. Nothing felt right anymore. Everything had become a topsy-turvy mess of emotions that left her feeling vaguely drained the more she thought about how much things suddenly don't make sense anymore. She's almost glad for the lack of memories, knowing that if she had them the feeling of being displaced would be that much worse.
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Big fucking mistake.Whatever he thought he could achieve by yelling at some barely visible person from halfway down the street had not come true. In fact, if anything he could say the opposite of his goals had come to light. The second he had taken a moment to notice the man's lack of regular movement it had already been too late. He barely had the time to start running again before a handful of them were heading his way. Matt felt like a rat trapped in a damn maze as he started dodging down side streets as best as he can. Lungs burning with the exertion - damn, he really needs to exercise more.
He knew he couldn't exactly outrun them if he tried he'd likely just bring more attention. He needed a better plan, or, as angry as he is to admit it
help. No way in hell he'll let the latter happen till shit has well and truly hit the fan. Not that he knew if there would be anyone out there to help anyways. The streets were far too empty besides the crazy rage monsters lurking about.
Matt thinks hard about how he's going to lose this crowd, he'd have to pick one or two of them off either way. They were fast, and as fast as he thought he could be he wasn't fast
enough. He didn't want to lose his only weapon, so he kept the knife at his side. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to make any close range attacks without losing it entirely. What he really needs is a gun, which of course he doesn't have. Damn bad luck is what it all comes down to.
While he contemplated on just exactly how shitty his day happened to be going so far he rounded one more corner. Coming to a light jog as he started looking for anything suitable as a longer weapon. He didn't want those fuckers anywhere near him if he could help it. Nothing but sticks and rocks, the farthest thing from helpful he could find. Hell, maybe he could stone the things to death.
"Useless," He mutters, his anger at the situation growing exponentially as the one that had been nearest to him rounded the corner as well. Where could he go now? Nowhere really. More fuel to the flames ever burning in his gut. He didn't notice the slight shaking of the gravel nearest to him. Not until he clenched his fist and started as one of the rocks went whizzing into the air of its own volition. Embedding into the nearest creatures skull. It fell to its knee's as another rock flew, hitting it harder. Several more rocks followed, a torrent of them pelting the people at full force until none remained standing.
Surprise had suddenly overcome him, as well as a weariness he had never felt before. Sinking him for the moment to his knees, where he gathered his head in his hands and groaned. He recognizes the feeling as something similar to drinking too much paired with a hangover, only much worse than either of those things, a fuzzy-ness in his head that clouds everything else over and leaves an ache deep in his skull. That certainly made things much harder to deal with. He didn't know what had happened or how the rocks had flown like that, but there was no time to stop and decipher it. He had to keep running -
Mere moments later salvation finally came in the form of a drugstore, a surly looking man, and a woman embedding a crowbar into the head of one of those creatures. Matt recognized danger when he saw it, he doesn't know how exactly but he does. And these people may not be thugs in everyday life, but right now with his head on fire, holding weapons that could easily best him and his knife - he'd rather not take the chance.
So he stood and observed, prepared to approach only when they proved to be anything other than dangerous.