( IC Only, no OOC at all, you know the drill people post freely, you have full creative freedom)

(let me be the first to say that this will be ridunkulously hard to pinpoint and "have at it" as it were. . . I'm going to have to wait for someone else to start this one))

going to get some coffee; it’s been a long day.” Sol said into his cell phone. It was broad day light in down town New York, and the street was full of people, and traffic. “Well I was just wondering what you wanted for dinner, and what time you were coming home.” His sister responded from the other end. “I really don’t see why you like to walk around in the streets…you know some of those people are dangerous...” She said in a worried voice. “I will be ok, I just want some coffee.” He said as he approached a two way walking lane. He was tailing at the end, and managed to catch up to the crowd of people. This scene was normal, except for the fact that the poverty of America was much more evident. The people were dirty, and rough looking, the once new cars were tattered and old, and much of New York was in disrepair. The cops stood on corners armed with automatic weapons, but none of this made Sol flinch. It was normal.

“I’d just feel better once we get the car fixed; I’ve been working that double shift, so we should have all of the money by Friday.”

“Oh come on, walking is good for you!” He responded as out of the corner of his eye he saw a Blur. Sol regretted what he did next. He knew of his power, but did much to hide it from those around him. Exposure was not something he wanted, and he had a great level of control over his strength allowing him to live a rather normal life. But the screams that followed the massive ear shattering crash that followed showed the world how normal Sol really was.

He had just been hit by a bus, head on. Reflexively Sol braced him self by shielding his body with his arms, and planting his feet into the ground. This caused the bus’ front end to cave in around his body, and come to a dead halt in the street. When Sol opened his eyes, he found he was still gripping his cell phone, and his sister was frantically calling out his name.

Sol was embedded in the bus, and stepped out from the massive contusion he left in it. His clothes were torn, but he did not have a scratch on his body. “Solomon?!" What happened?! OH MY GOD ARE YOU OK!?’

Sol saw the crowed coming to the rescue of the Bus’s passengers and surrounding the scene. He realized what had happened and put the phone up to his ear. “Their was an accident…I’m fine…I will call you later…” Then he hung up.

Callie was normally off in her own little world, but the jarring sound of crunching metal and shattering glass is enough to wake even the most determined of dreamers from any pleasant reverie. Like the other patrons that were just settling in for the evening's jazz performance, she hastily ran and shoved her way outside to see what the hell was going on.

There was the mangled bus, sure enough, but she noticed that there was no other vehicle, just a dazed looking young man stumbling away from the wreckage without a scratch on his body.

Then Callie heard another bystander say, "Jesus . . .That guy just got hit by the bus!"

She looked at the man curiously. Could he really be one of her kind? or was it some sort of dumb luck?

One look at the heavily armed men on the corner and she thought it best to just play it safe and observe for now. No need in exposing herself as well.

Solomon stood looking around as the crowd encircled the wreck. Injured people began stumbling out of the back of the bus. And the crowd grew. Sol began growing uneasy as people pointed out. “How is he even alive?” he heard one man yell. “Drugs…I tell ya he is a juicer!” another yelled as he found he was being gawked at.

“Are you ok?” A woman said as she walked in closer to try and help him. Sol turned his head to the policemen who were attempting to take control of the situation. He saw two of them looking at him and making a report through their walkie talkies. Sol decided it was time to leave, and began to walk when he heard it. “Lay down on the ground with your hands behind your head!”

Sol froze, and then turned around. Truth or dare, do or die, he doubted the police would be generous to him…and had a feeling that he was not the only one they had ever encountered. “No.” He responded in a calm voice as he placed his cell phone in the right pocket of his blue jeans.

The crowd cleared back. “Come on you freak, lay down!” a second deputy called out as they leveled their rifle’s at him. Sol took a deep breath and realized what was coming next, and their was no way he was going to become a test subject. Sol suddenly lurched forward into a sprint that was far faster then any normal human could ever dream of matching, he was almost a blur as his strength threw his body.

Police however were well trained, and reflex is often faster then lightning, and they opened fire. The bullets tore through Sol’s clothing, and struck his skin, bouncing off of it like rubber balls. In that split second Sol found he rushed into the policemen and sent a fist into the first one gut, jinked to his left and delivered a back handed slap to the other one’s helmet covered head.

The bullets ricocheted into the crowd, hitting an unfortunate many and sending the rest of the herd into a terror filled stampede that Callie was inexorably caught in the middle of. She was tossed around the frenzy like a ragdoll, desperately fighting to see what was going on with the young man and not be thrown to the ground and trampled upon in the process.

Callie only caught glimpses of what was going on. She knew he charged them and was almost certain the cops were down, but she knew that backup for them was soon to come.

No sooner had she thought that, she heard the wail of sirens getting closer.
"Oh god help us both. . ." , she said to herself, and then she screamed.

"YOU. HEY YOU!... BUSBOY!" Callie struggled against the flood of people headed in the opposite direction in an attempt to reach him, whoever he was.

He heard the man’s bones snap with the force of the blow. The Cop immediately flew into the air like a rag doll and smack into a near by car. The slap sent the second cops head almost completely around snapping his neck and killing him instantly. The second one was still alive, groaning weakly as he started choking on his own blood. The crowd was scattering, screaming loudly at the spectacle.

For Sol the volume had been turned down, and the world seemed to be passing by in slow motion as his heart pounded in his chest. He could not believe what he had just done. He started panicking at this set of events. “I just wanted…some coffee…” he whispered as he looked down at the mangled police officer’s corpse that lay at his feet.

‘HEY YOU! BUS BOY!” He heard causing him to snap out of his stupor. Sol jerked his head and turned around. Holding his fists out and breathing heavily looking more like a terrified beast then a savage murderer he looked at an odd looking young woman battling her way through the panicked crowd. Some were laying on the ground wounded, others trying to help them. It was utter chaos as cars were stopped in the streets.

“You want some too?!” He yelled frantically, obviously horrified at his own actions.

She paused, and stuttered, not sure of how to react to what he had just said. (It certainly wasn't the reaction she expected.) Finally, she was able to break away from the crowd. Callie stood off a little ways from him, looking him up and down, then eyeing the condition of the recently deceased cops.

" . . .Excuse me?"
She looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

Sol came to his senses when the Siren's started wailing and immediatly knew what was going to come next. He had to maintain his control, keep his head on. He had a feeling this girl was trying to help him, and that she would probably be picked up by the cops for questioning.

Sol ran up to her and nerviously looked around itching to flee the scene with the rest of the crowd. Panicked, scared. "We should go..." He said looking around knowing more cops were on their way. He frantically looked around not sure where to run.

She spoke low enough that only he could hear her and fast enough that they didn't lose any more time. "That's the advice I was going to give you. . . Lets just follow the crowd and take the long way around back to my place. You should be safe there for the time being. . . I'll go first and you follow in a different direction. Meet me in Central Park where the old zoo used to be. I'll be waiting by the timber wolves. You can just walk in. No one cares about that place anymore. got it?"

Callie hoped he did, because after that she backed away from him slowly, turned tail, and took off into a sprint. With a horrified expression on her face realistic enough to fool anyone that happened to see her.

Sol nodded at her plan. The Old Zoo in Central Park, it was a hike from here, realized he had a problem. When she ran off, he broke, not realizing he was being watched by the crowd who had remained.

He stuck with the fleeing crowd and ducked off into and ally way. Sol looked around to make sure he was not being watched, calmly he removed his long sleeved collared shirt and tossed it into the trash, all he had on was a black tank top and his jeans which had several holed in them from the bullet impacts. He walked over to the dumpster and saw a tattered baseball cap laying on top of some trash. He snatched it up and placed it over his brown hair. Now he looked like a tool, but his description would be different making it a little harder for the police to single him out. He reached down and found his cell phone had not been damaged in the commotion. Twelve missed calls. Sol began calmly walking towards Central Park and decided to call his sister and tell her to leave town.

It would be a day or two, but the police were not stupid and would figure out who he was. If they could not find him for the murder of two police officers they would most certainly take it out on his sister.

As he walked through the streets he called her. He was vague about what happened but told her to leave the Apartment and to head to one of her friend’s houses. She did not question him as she normally would have.

On his walk Sol stopped and watched a TV in a window along side several people. The news was airing stop light footage of the event on all stations begging the crowd for information on the murderer. Sol groaned, but trudged on to Central.

Nearly one hour later Sol walked up to the old Zoo near Central, and plopped down on a bench. He looked around and found he was trembling. He then bent over purged himself. “Oh my god…what have I done…” He said to him self having almost forgotten why he was even here.

Callie walked up from behind him and did a roundabout to sit on the bench next to him. She thought it wise not to sneak up on someone so distressed . . . and so strong.

"I can tell you what you did. You accidentally showed what you really are and pounded the fuck out of the law. . . I'd say that's pretty impressive. You have the strength to live out in the open. Not all of us would have been able to survive such a showdown."

She grinned at him warmly.

“No kidding.” He responded when she mentioned the accidental part of her statement. As she spoke he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and began lighting one. “I wish it could have been some other way...” He said as he took a deep puff and exhaled deeply as his trembling began to subside. “I tried to hide it…mostly to protect my family…the government is vicious to the normals…I never wanted to see what they would do to us Pariahs...” He said as he placed a hand over his face.

“That and to avoid what happened today.” He said in response to her. Sol knew he could stand his ground against the police, hell the army. But his sister…his family..He could not protect them twenty four hours a day…and the Government and corporations would defiantly use them as a weapon against him.”

“I wish it could have been different…now it looks like I just declared war. A war that will make US.” He said looking at her realizing she was unique like he was. “Suffer…now I can not even think of what to do…”

Veronica stood still in the shadows , curiously watching the two sitting on the bench "hmm so now why there these people here ? Not many come here anymore" ponders this for a minute " looks like i just might have to find somewhere else to hide out for the time being" She then started to stride off in too the darkness from which she had just been .

"Ahh how could he just leave me here alone , doesn't he know the streets aren't save for a young lady like myself to be " wondering why she even teamed up in the first place "some team player hes turned out to be" looks around again at the pare sitting "well seeing as I've really got nothing better to do , i might as well fun" At that moment she starts to walk back to where she first found the odd people....

She pushed her glassed up the bridge of her nose and thought on the matter. She wanted to say something helpful, but this was far beyond her area of expertise. She hadn't had familial ties for a VERY long time. " If they don't find out who you are they won't be able to trace you back to your family, right?. . . the best advice i can give you is to break all ties with them and disappear, start anew. For their good and for yours."

She thought about how eerily similar that sounded to what she had done. Sure the path was different, but the outcome was always the same. Pariahs always ended up alone.

He took another puff of the ciggerette and again exhailed deeply. "My sister said she was heading to Jersey...she has friends...she can vanish." He said knowing this odd little girl was right. But Sol gritted his teeth and a different expression contorted over his face. "Then what? I run...hide?" he said in an almost incredious tone. "I won't.' He said before she could even respond.

The words he said next were not a matter of pride for his people, but ones of his very nature. "Strength to survive them.." he said more to him self. "They are hunting us.' he said having some idea of what was happening. The government was trying to keep them a seceret. "I won't run, if they want a war I am going to give them one." He said as he took another puff of his ciggerette."

Callie almost laughed audibly, she definately smiled. He had good intentions, but he was very impulsive.

"To have a war you need an army,and a plan. . . you don't just rush in without thinking it's a surefire way for you lose. I'm not telling you to hide, I'm telling you to lay low. There's a difference, you know. Be smart about this. You risk exposing us all. . . If the Pariahs are to rise up we need to do things right. Failure is exposure and exposure is death for us. . . I know someone, though. Someone that might be able to help you. . . us figure out what to do."

She handed him a tattered business card with the name "Callie Brenann" and an address for an apartment located on the lower-end side of Manhattan. on the back there was the word "Atrophy" scrawled messily in purple ink.

"I've been waiting to give this to someone that possessed the strength to help me start this ball rolling. . . Don't dissapoint me."

Sol took the card, and flicked his ciggerette heading her words and understanding her intellegence. The worst part was the innocents that got caught in the middle. He finished off the ciggerette. "Ok." He responded as he pocketed the card, and saw somebody vanish into the shadows. He refused to live looking over his shouldier for the rest of his life. "I will come by soon." He responded as he stood up. "Im going to head back to my apartment and get a change of clothes."

The movement sturred him oncemore as he grew uncomfortable with the tought of others in the area. "Big Brother is watching you..." He said letting a smile slip out. He turned and started walking away. He stopped and did not look at her. "keep and eye on the television...if they find me, I will break them." he said in a very matter of fact voice.

He was already gone, before she realized that she hadn't even found out his name. It was a pity, but there would be time for that later, when he came to see her. Callie stretched in the dingy light sleepily, and decided to make her way back home so she could get some rest and check on Sasha. Upon further thought she added on her list of to-do's "call the owner of the shop and give a sob story on how horrible the situation was today.", because she remembered that she hadn't locked the door when she ran off. She hoped nothing got stolen, but didn't want to risk being linked to the bus boy. . . also "get a TV".

Sol would have been half way home when the police finally finished setting up their net to bring him down. They used all of their resources to figure out where he had gone. But locating him boiled down to one simple fact. A detective analyzing the footage captured by one of the stop lights showed him putting away a cell phone. They zeroed in on the time and tracked down the location of his phone to pinpoint it. Solomon never turned the device off and it made for the perfect tracking device. As he moved through the city the pinpointed his location, found his residence and smashed his apartment. Luckily for him his sister was no where to be found. He had slain two police officers, and this heavily armed team was itching for pay back.

“Don’t give him a chance..”

“I see him..” A sniper responded from a roof top of a small building over looking the crowded street below.

“Taking the shot.” The Rifle cracked loudly causing people to hit the floor. Almost simultaneously Cop cars hit their wailers and slammed into barricaded each street with their cars. Cops with face masks and machine guns filed out of their vehicles and surrounded Solomon. The Fifty Cal round was aimed at his head, and the sniper was an excellent marksmen.

At this time a helicopter flew into a hover over head, along with a government sanctioned news van pulling in at a distance, relaying in the good news of the murderers demise at the hands of the NYPD.