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Molly Davenport

"Just close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there..."

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a character in “A Little Mayhem”, as played by Imaveronica

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"Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there"





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Name:
Molly Alana Davenport

Nicknames:
Mol

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual


Code name:
Blue[/center]




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Ability:

Healing: Molly's ability is one that even she is still figuring out. The ability to heal wounds of others and herself, by hovering over, or even touching the wound. When her power is put into play a warm blue wave of light rushes over the infected area, leaving it completely healed as the light fades away. And this is where Molly's code name, Blue, comes from. Her ability has shown to heal a variety of body wounds, such as breaks, cuts, infections, and general illnesses. And although she is still relativley new to using her power, she has discovered that her ability, when focuses can ease a broke heart. This has only been tryed once on her sister , without the girls knowledge.


Appearance:

Molly stands at a solid 5'1 with a slim build. As her mother says, she has sparkling brown eyes matched with long brown hair. Her attire is usually rather dressy, as she doesn't do as much physically exhausting work as some one her peers. Molly is known for her quick ability to get ready in the morning, and easy at putting an outfit together.







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Likes
Calm nights // Being with her sister // Movies + popcorn // Dances // Learning // Helping // Independence // Being educated on her powers // Meeting new people // Children

Dislikes
Evil // Winter // Wearing makeup // Curling her hair // loud people // Horror films // Surprises // Villians

Talents
Patience: Being able to take a deep breathe and try again is something Molly strives in. Especially because her power takes such focus and involves altering a human persons body.

Gracefullness: Molly is very proud to say that in her family, she is the most graceful. Her sister, having been the sports star, Molly made dance her own. Although she has since quit, her ability to gracefully make her way through a room has not been lost.

Generosity: There probably hasn't been a more generous person since Molly was born onto earth. As a child she was always right at the teachers side to help students complete math homework. In dance as a teenager she stayed extra hours after rehearsal to help her slow learning peers. Now as a growing adult with the power to heal, their isn't a sick person to grace the eyes of Molly that hasn't been healed, even if it takes days upon days to complete.

Weaknesses
Often fails to voice her opinions: Growing up in a community of confident and powerful super heros Molly is sometimes afraid to say what she thinks. She's afraid to say the wrong thing, and would rather just fit in with the people around her.

Is unsure of herself: Often she doubts her ability and herself. She's afraid to mess up and so if patience fails her she becomes more and more unsure until she cannot complete the task at hand.
Doesn't want to let anyone down: Molly believes that her parents' and sister's powers are better than hers. She's afraid she won't be able to live up to high standards.

Fears
Losing her family: Molly values her family above all things. She has always looked up to her parents as role models for the amazing work they do. She knows the sacrifices they make for her are priceless actions and she so much adores what they do for her. Molly's sister truly is her second half, nothing in the world means more to her than this girl, the lose of her sister would destroy her entirely.

Death: More than anything else, Molly fears death. Not her own death, others death. She fears not being able to save a life with her ability. Being on a scene where someone is in need, nothing can focus her energy more. She will do what ever it takes to prevent death.







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Personality:

Molly is a lover not a fighter and perhaps that's clear to see just by knowing her power. It always been a main characteristic of her to be a kind and loving person, simply because these are the types of people she grew up around. When Molly is talking to you she's going to put 100% into the conversation. She cares about every persons opinion and she loves listening to people express their ideas on different topics. Molly is regarded as a very smart girl. Not just in school, but in her ability to assess a situation. She'll always be able to find the problems in a plan and the solutions to those problems.
As a friend, Molly loves to laugh. She loves times when things don't have to be serious and she can just lay back and relax without having to think about school or her powers. She's super giggle and would most likely be the one keeping everyone at a sleep over up till 3 in the morning. Molly values people who will listen to her problems, and won't give back advice till she asks for it. She likes to rant about her issues just as any other human being does. Molly is the girl who will hug you ten times before you part ways and will text you to come over and take a nap with her on a crazy Friday night. Being friends with her is no challenge and as long as you're kind, she will welcome you with open arms.


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History:

Molly was born in The City to a wonderful pair of super heroes, Susan and Richard Davenport. Her mom has the power of fire manipulation and her father the power of super strength. Molly has always adored her parents for their kindness and work against villains in The City and ever since she was little she has striven to be like them. When Molly was born she wasn't the only one who came out screaming and crying. Her twin sister, Quinn, was there too. The two have always been close from that day they were born.

Growing up Molly was the performer in the family, while her sister did sports such as soccer and basketball. The two got along well though, always being each others number one cheerleader. There wasn't a soccer game Molly missed or a dance recital Quinn was late for. Molly over achieved in school, she took special interest in science, which instantly geared her to competing in science fairs, monthly trips to the science museum, and even doing her sisters homework for her on occasion. By the time high school came around Molly was taking three honors courses and interning at a local hospital. Quinn was on varsity soccer and basketball, and spending extra time before and after school conditioning and weight lifting. Even during this time they stayed just as close as their childhood, hanging out on weekends, and encouraging their parents to not be sore losers on family game nights. The two girls and their parents lived a perfect life, perfect through Molly's eyes at least.

Just after their 16th birthday Quinn had discovered her power, geokinesis. She could control elements such as sand, stone, and lava with her hands. It wasn't until nearly a year and a half later that Molly's power was revealed to her. She was at her sister's basketball game one afternoon. While Quinn was taking the ball down the court towards the hoop, someone in an attempt to steal the ball knocked Quinn to the ground. Quinn's wrist twisted as she fell to the ground and soon lay on the ground in extreme pain. Molly ran down to her sister worried and concerned as people ran off searching for an ice pack. Molly held her sisters wrist and with little thought at all a blue glow of light formed around Quinn's wrist. Within seconds the injury was healed and Molly had discovered her power.
After high school graduation the two girls parents decided to take time away and so Molly and Quinn lived at home together working during the day with other super heroes to further their abilities and spending nights at home or out with friends. One day Molly was making her way home from being at the hospital. It had been a very busy 24 hours and she had healed over double the amount of people she was used to in day. She was completely exhausted and was very much looking forward the weekend. Molly was just turning into the neighborhood were she resides when a van veered out onto the grass lawn infront of her. In complete shock she turned around and ran back the way she had come. However, her exaustion from the day got the better of her and the people chasing her were quick to catch up. Through her struggle to get free she was pricked with something, and before she could try to heal herself from the puncture she passed out. Molly woke in a dark room alone. The people who had taken her informed her that they had Quinn too, along with many other heroes Molly had grown up with. It was only by chance that Molly had been able to pick the lock to the room she was in late at night and get herself out of the building she'd been taken too. Nothing in her life will ever be the same again, it's clear to see that, but to loose her sister is not something she's willing to even consider.






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Hexcode:
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So begins...

Molly Davenport's Story

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Zoe glanced up at the branch above her, trying to decide if she was going for it or not. It was within her reach, but barely, and if she fell from this height, she'd draw attention to them. But it would also provide a much better viewpoint, and besides, the branch she was on appeared to be sturdy enough. She wrapped her hands around the branch and pulled herself up, using a nearby branch to give her a boost.

Settling herself on the branch, she pressed a thumb to the communication unit in her ear. "This is Hecate. I'm in position and have a perfect view of the office. It's currently empty... and whoever uses that office is messy as hell. I can count at least three- no, four- coffee mugs on his desk."

They were currently on a low-risk mission, attempting to get some information about how the attack had been orchestrated. It had been decided that getting as much information about their tactics was their first priority- and then finding the location. The heroes had rushed headfirst into it, and it had ended badly for them. Zoe had always preferred playing the long game anyway.

She kinda wished that she was actually in there, trying to get the info- but when they were half-expecting an ambush, she'd agreed to stay on surveillance. That, and she'd been promised that she'd been inside next time, as long as she didn't royally screw up.

"I'd be careful before you enter the office, though, I can still see sheets and everything all over the desk. There's probably some kind of security system in place."

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Sam sat against an alley wall, far enough away that she could contribute but far enough that she wouldn't risk the others spotting her. Hey, just because she's on the team doesn't mean she needed to break her mysterious facade, right? Anyway, she had her knees up, a new sketchpad resting against them and a sharpened pencil balancing on her upper lip.

"This is Hecate," said the small pod in her ear. "I'm in position and have a perfect view of the office. It's currently empty... and whoever uses that office is messy as hell. I can count at least three- no, four- coffee mugs on his desk."

[clor=#612185]"They should cut back,"[/color] Sam replied sagely, catching the pencil as it fell off her face. "Might end up like Mr. Gonzalez. Could you imagine having to deal with two of that guy?"

Jokes at the resident speedster's expense aside, Hecate's update meant it was now Sam's turn. She flipped open her sketch pad, bouncing her pencil's eraser on her cheek as she considered which construct to go with. Obviously something small and fast, with an eye so she could see. An eye-bat? she was feeling kind of "eye-bat".





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This... was not an eyebat. What was this thing? Some kind of eyeball dragonfly sperm gremlin? Regardless, it served her purposes.

She let her breath out slowly, and the color drained from her surroundings. She heard the familiar burbling sound and a quick glance downward revealed a rapidly growing pool of ink next to her. A slow inhale, and the paint formed into a three-dimensional photo-realistic duplicate of what she'd drawn. The world returned to full color, and she pressed her finger to the communicator.

"This is Chiaroscuro," she said,waving the small creature off in the direction of the office. "Edd-Es-Gee inbound. Now taking bets on that ambush situation."

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Edd-Es-Gee grabbed playfully at Havouvi's hair as it flew over him and into the building, its wings a blur of translucent white. "That's okay, buddy," Chiaroscuro said through the earpiece. "She's just there to let us know when you finish talking." And then, wry whispering. "And just FYI, not everyone likes a quick finish."

Sam thumbed her nose, trying to get comfortable in her seated position. One more quick sketch had a wall up at the end of her alley, indistinguishable from the grey cement on either side. It wouldn't do to have anyone get the drop on her, would it? Settling back against the wall, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and the world fell away.

When she opened them again, she found herself looking down on three familiar faces in an apparently empty office building. She felt her stomach drop, followed by a feeling of weightlessness; had she remembered to give the construct ears, she imagined she'd hear the oh-so-faint whine of beating insect wings. Phase two of her part in the plan was a go. Somewhere far away, she felt a hand raise to her ear and heard her voice speak. God, this dual-consciousness thing when she was controlling a construct directly always gave her motion sickness.

"Hope you don't mind if I join you for a bit," she heard her voice say into a communicator she could-yet-couldn't feel.

The small, white paint creature she was piloting flitted around the first-floor lobby of the office building before darting off through a separate door. Surge may have taken care of the electrical security, but not all locks were electrical, and she felt it would be better to finish this without unnecessary vandalism. After all, an electrical glitch could be believed; finding half the doors smashed was less subtle.

She discovered exactly two locked doors along the intended route, and each was conquered in the same way: land on the door, release the construct's solidity, ooze through the cracks, reform on the other side, turn the handle and push as hard as tiny Edd-Es-Gee could. With the way clear, she had it land on the desk to wait for the others and pulled her consciousness back into herself.

"Way's clear, guys," she announced over their comms. "I didn't see any guards? Maybe they're playing hide-and-seek. Or poor Edd is nearsighted."

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Molly had positioned herself across the street on the far left side across from the entrance. From here she could not only see the main door to the building but also a stairwell that lead down to a sort of underground, basement, level. She was crouched under a small tree, or large bush, to which it was she didn't know, and wearing all black. Her hood was up and she was trying to be as stealth as she possibly could. The little ear piece she'd been given earlier that day had been continuously falling out and she reached her finger up to her ear once more to adjust it.

As she pressed it back into place the voices of each villian got a little louder and clearer. Each voice was unique and easy to identify, and everytime someone new made a joke or attempt to lighten the mood Molly felt more and more uncomfortable. Maybe it was because it was her first recon mission ever, or maybe it was because all she could think about was her sister, but weren't these types of things supposed to be taken seriously?

Quinn would know what to say...what to do...

Molly watched as Surge opened the door and entered the building. She then noticed two small green lights go off on the top corners of the buildings, the security cameras.

"Can you please..." Molly tryed to get in inbetween E's incessant speaking "Check the papers for names, lists, addresses..." Though she wished deeply that the villains she was now very much involved with would just focus on the task, she kept quiet. Now wasn't a good time to argue with them...maybe later. This wasn't a good idea, maybe bargaining with the kidnappers could have worked...or we could have tried harder together just the heros...is it to late to back out... Molly felt sick to her stomach, much like she had the last couple weeks. With a deep sigh she shifted her crouched position to sitting and continued on listening to the people who had been labeled "evil" to her her whole life.

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She adjusted her position on the branch, tucking one knee closer to her chest. "E, if you really want to run, go back and get me a cushion. This is much less comfortable than the movies make it seem," she said, rolling her eyes. "Remind me to bring coffee next time," she muttered.

From where she was sitting, she could just about see them entering the building. At E's comment about Nora, she rolled her eyes and sighed into her mike so that he'd hear it. "Yeah, but she'll be able to warn you if anything does happen. She wouldn't be much good up here in my tree, now, would she? I'm good, but I wouldn't be there in time to save your asses," she remarked, examining her nails. At Molly's request, Zoe rolled her eyes. "That's not what we're looking for, Blue, and you're not putting the others in danger by going looking for unnecessary information. Tactics first, details later," she snapped. Bloody heroes- didn't they understand that getting this information was the most important thing?

"No guards, huh? Definitely an ambush, just saying," she said in reply to Samantha's comment. "Good luck with that," she remarked.

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"Quick finish, ho, shots fired," E said eyeing the eye-sperm-thingy, "You know, you really should be nicer to the mes in your dreams because this seems like serious emotional abuse, and I may have to go on twitter or tumblr or whatever these kids are doing these days and tell everyone on my blog about it. Then who will look like the idiot?.. Don't answer that."

E took a look around the empty office, sure it was weirdly quite, but it was an empty office. Would have been far odder if it was loud, still, he didn't see the point in hiding an ambush there. Only a moron would keep information in such a low-key area, and if they were smart, they wouldn't have any here even if they did put an ambush there in the odd chance they survived, plus, who keeps super secret information in a office when they can just keep it with the kidnapped heroes? Really, they were in the middle of a city, a shoot-out with villains after claiming to be bringing the city to a sense of normality would be counter-productive. If E were them, he would send them on wild goose-chases, let them make a menace of themselves until the people of the city were, literally, eating out of their hands thanks to the lack of heroes, and then, and only then, would he target them... But then, no everyone was as smart and awesome as him, he mused as he blew a strand of hair from his face, he was still banking on them just being overly cautious.

"You know Hecate, I could make a joke about how it shouldn't be unusual for you to be above so much hard wood, but I am too nice a guy to say something so crass, but I mean, come on, the hell are we supposed to do if this is an ambush? Shove our blind psychic into a broom closet?" He said not willing to give up the fight on that one yet, plus, Nora had yet to respond to him which demanded further prodding.

E thought about saying something to Blue, perhaps, ease the worry and tension in the puppy, as she totally was like a puppy, as he could almost imagine her pouting with a little puppy face after getting her head bitten off by his two teammates, Sir Bland and the Taker of Copious Amounts of Hard Wood, but it wasn't really his problem, and this was far from their first rodeo.

"Third floor?" E repeated, looking up at the roof, "Of course it would be the third floor, heaven forbid they leave the crap on the first floor and save us the trouble of stairs. Chiararakababato and I should go up first. Her eye-sperm-thingy can be a meat shield and I can zip down and escape if there is something nasty up there. "

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Reconnaissance was, admittedly, not a strong suit for Encke. He'd come to the realization many times before, each time in some position of varying discomfort, after being crouched behind a bush for hours, perched precariously on a rooftop as pins and needles crept into both of his legs, or hunkered down behind a gas tank at the edge of a firefight. And it wasn't necessarily the inevitable pain or boredom of sitting still that got to him, but rather that the whole activity just wasn't in his nature. He was an up front kind of guy. Was there an issue? Deal with it. Don't spend three hours between two tree branches at the edge of a park, staring at a group of The City's finest super villains making witty banter as they infiltrated a mediocre looking office building. Encke bit back a sigh. No, definitely don't do that.

Of course he realized on some level that there was a time and place for all this sneaking around, with The City's current situation being the prime example of such. Encke's pale eyes focused on a leaf on a branch just in front of him, studying its veined underbelly with a passive expression as he allowed his fingernails to sink themselves into the bark of the bough he himself was seated on. His knuckles turned white. All the heroes in The City were... God knows where. Nearly everyone he had befriended in The City, everyone who has saved his ass countless times, his team, vanished into thin air. Encke's usually calm demeanor was starting to fray at the edges, and the few remaining heroes of the city who had either stayed back or escaped the "negotiations" were now teaming up with the villains in a last ditch attempt to organize a rescue.

And Encke? For now, he watched. He wasn't naive enough to think that there was another way around this unfortunate alliance, but nor was he quite ready to join the group just yet. He was a little more than weary of The City's villains, and wanted a little more time to get a look at them and exhaust his other options, even if he knew he was fighting the inevitable. He closed his eyes, forcibly dissipated what he could of his anxiousness and anger, and began maneuvering himself into a better vantage point in the tree. They'll make it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the words rang out hollowly. They always have.

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Molly didn't respond to any of the comments given back on her suggestion so politely by the villains. Instead she just leaned back again the bush tree she sat under and rest her head against it's trunk.

Since the moment the heroes and villains had come together, Molly had pondered how emotionless the villians seemed to be towards the situation. They weren't considering the many lives at stake or remembering that the heroes remaining were hurting for their current losses, they were just doing the job. Sure, these are the things that made them villains but they were helping. They couldn't be that awful if they were here right now doing this. It had always been ingrained in Molly's mind that villains were reckless, emotional, careless people. And yet tonight, even past the snappy comments and dry sarcasm, Molly had hope.

When Nora mentioned the 3rd floor Molly sat up straighter and listened intentivley. She wasn't quite sure what she would do if an ambush did happen, she honestly hadn't planned very far ahead past trying to get information. Sitting here in the dark her best option would be to stay put until someone told her what to do.

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Ig was so freaking late it wasn't even funny.

He didn't even know what part of The City he was in - which happened, at times, when he tumbled out of an apartment building he'd never been in before; leaving some guy in bed and trying not to wake him up when he untangled himself from the sheets and ran out the front door. Ironically enough, waking up like this, with the sun already down, was nothing new.

Usually he at least didn't have anywhere he was supposed to be. Like a recon mission that he was pissed he had to be a part of to begin with. Fucking heroes couldn't keep their shit together and somehow that was his responsibility? Honestly. He was a villain. He wasn't supposed to have any responsibilities! That was the whole point.

Ig cursed as he slowed down rounding the comer, lifting his foot and trying to jam his combat boot on without stopping in his mid-run. It wasn't working, and if it wasn't for his ability to pull at shadows, he definitely would have toppled over. But he saved himself, barely. He didn't bother tying his boots as he kept up his pace, pulling his shirt free from where it hung over his shoulders and jerking it on. He ran into a few people still out late, but didn't bother to apologize.

Finally, finally, he made it to his destination. When the office building came into view he slowed, not wanting to draw attention to himself...not that he would anyway, dressed in all black, pulling at the shadows he already blended into. Ig sighed and dug through his pockets until he finally came up with his ear piece, and pushed it into place, searching the trees because he knew Zoe would be up there somewhere. He was probably late enough at this point that he'd only really be useful as backup. Which was fine by him.

"Sorry I'm late guys," he muttered when he heard the activation click. "But I didn't want to come."

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Surge eyed Nora as she claimed to know where they had to go next. It seemed bringing the prophet along had payed off after all. He nodded at E's suggestion."Sounds like a decent enough plan. In that case I'll stay down here with Omen, while you and Chiaroscuro go on ahead. Wouldn't want to leave our prophet here defenseless after all." Despite the apparent payoff, Surge wasn't too excited about Omen being here in the field. She wasn't suited for combat after all, and Surge despite all appearances grew fond enough of this little villain team that he'd rather they not meet the same fate as the heroes.

He listened to the others, as Hecate began her perilous climb, and Chiaroscuro started to repositon her creature. All the while he couldn't help but notice the absence of a certain shadow manipulator. It seemed he was late, very late, and Surge was beginning to wonder if Ig had forgotten about this little operation. Or chose not to come, no one on the team was exactly excited about working to fix the heroes' problem. Surge himself was none to happy to be on the same side of the self-righteous do-gooders again.

It seemed Ig finally managed to drag himself down, as the boy's voice sprang to life in his ear. "Good of you to finally show up Shadow. You didn't miss much, its been quiet so far. Hopefully it stays that way." It was good at least to know there was another villain here in case things went south. More back up was always appreciated.

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Ig's unexpected drop in was quite normal, this was the second time he had done this. She could sense him the second he popped in, she honestly still wasn't used to that. She often tried painting a picture, of what his abilities looked like in her head. She had never had a vision about them, so she often found herself quite curious about what exactly it looked like.

Nora listened to the others talk about Ig and leaving her in the safe area while they did all the work. She cleared her throat quietly, but there was no denying the presence of an annoyed tone . She appreciated the others, everyones, but E's worry for her well being, but sometimes it just made her even more frustrated. ""The Blind Prophet is going to go to the third floor and actually help. I have no use just standing here, like a kindergartner that has to be watched. I can handle it, at least let me make myself useful" She finished.

She walked past Surge, E, and the others towards the stairs. She used the beating wings from Chiaroscuro's monster to lead her to and up the stairs, and hopefully to the third floor. She could sense the vision the closer she got, as her hand started to twitch uncontrollably. This happened some of the time, but others it was totally unexpected. At least this time she'll know when she's about to get sucked into a vision, which to her feels like getting hit by a semi truck, twice.

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It's the piercing crack of a gunshot through the night air that drags Encke out of his reverie and back into the present, with his cramping legs and splinter-dotted hands. The rounds sounded as if they were coming from behind him and to his left, and definitely not too far away. He whirled around, seemingly without thought, and began slipping down branch by branch, as quickly and quietly as his bare feet would allow. His mind, on the other hand, was racing, and not entirely with fear. He wasn't sure with how to deal with the villains, but with a shooter? With someone who was almost definitely connected with whatever was going on? That he could most definitely manage.

Encke's finally reached the last bough of the tree, and he couldn't help his lips twitching into a smile as he dropped straight into an ankle-deep puddle on the ground with a small splash. It had rained recently, and the ground was littered with small pools that glittered brightly in the moonlight. He could feel each and every one, simply there and present in his mind. It would have been quite peaceful, if not for the screaming girl stuck in the tree. Encke glanced back in the direction of her voice, considering for half a second to go help her, but deciding that his abilities served a better purpose in tracking the gunman.

He peered around the thick trunk of the tree he was crouched behind, looking for the silvery glint of a barrel in the darkness. Discerning nothing, he carried himself with silent footsteps to a tree a little further back, hoping to maybe get a better view from behind whoever had fired the shots. It briefly crossed his mind that anyone from the little reconnaissance party who found him would have a hard time judging him friend or enemy, but he pushed the thought out of his head and hunkered down behind the new tree, which was a great deal skinnier than the last. He would deal with them if the time came.

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The moment the gun went off Molly's hands shot up to cover her own mouth and her heart quickly picked up speed. She sat frozen under the green brush and could only move her kneck to scan the street that seperated her from the building. The longer she had been sitting there the colder she had grown, but hearing Hecate's panicked voice in her ear now had her sweating. She began to calm herself down and begin to think logically.

The bullet had clearly been fired a ways down to her left on the same of the street Molly was on. Whoever it was must be sitting diagonal with the left corner of the building while she sat diagonal with the right corner. All the villians were on the side with the building while Encke, the gunman, and Molly herself were across the street looking at the building. With this information she knew not what to do execept something across the street suddenly caught her attention.

"There's someone coming out of the building, from a underground basement level..." Molly whispered quickly watching the man climb the stairs to reach the ground level. "He's on the opposite side of the building where Hecate was in the tree." She squinted her eyes and ducked down lower in the leaves. "And I can't tell if he's armed or not..." She added and ducked down even further making herself as camouflaged as possibly. No one had ever gone over what would happen if they were shot at and for all Molly knew it was every man for themselves. She quickly decided to remain still until told otherwise.

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Surge had thus far resisted the urge to sigh as Nora stubbornly decided to assert her independence at about the worst possible moment. As far as he was concerned the girl was being foolish. Blind or not taking the lead and walking straight into a possible ambush with no real defenses was pure arrogance. Arrogant and dangerous. He'd rather not have one of his friends march towards a preventable demise. He was about to speak up in protest when Hecate's nervous voice came from his ear piece.

This time he did allow himself a small sigh."Great, just great a gunman." He was still on the first floor, it wouldn't take him long to run to the aid of his teammates. Then again if he were to leave the building he would be sending the others including their defenseless prophet into an ambush, without his aid.

He quickly began to weigh his options trying to decide the best course of action. Shadow, and Hecate were out there faced with a gunman, of course the heroes were out there as well, but one of them was only useful if an injury had occurred, something he'd rather avoid in the first place. Besides he learned along time ago you could never really place your faith in the heroes of The City. They couldn't be relied on to help his teammates. And as for the others Chiaroscuro was in no real danger, and if an ambush were to be waiting for them then E should be able to get Nora and himself out in a flash. He wasn't sure exactly where the gunman was, what the distance was, or anything else. However if an ambush did occur and they needed to quickly evacuate he'd likely get in the way, it was doubtful E could speed away everyone vulnerable to a gory bullet filled death. At least he could find someway to help outside with the others.

"Hecate this is Surge. I'm still on the first floor, and I don't trust any of the heroes out there to be of any use. I'm coming to help. I can be out there in a minute or two. You and Shadow hang tight." Despite the fact that two of his friends were currently being shot at, Surge remained relatively calm. On the surface at least, truthfully he was quite worried for the sake of his teammates, and as he ran out to their aid he began calmly breathing in and out, an attempt to keep himself from involuntarily sparking as he ran to the aid of his friends.

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Spencer paced back and forth on the rooftop of the building across the street. Her friends were on the ground and she could easily see them from where she was, the few times she peeked over the edge that is. Her hood was down and she was trying to calm the urge of punching something in the face all while the villains spoke to each other in the ear piece. She really wasn't paying attention to their banter and only trained her ears onto the information she needed. As time went on she peeked over the edge a few more times to make sure her team mates were okay especially on Molly's side. If anything happened to her especially Spencer would surely lose it.

Red sat down only for a few minutes observing the villain that was in the tree spider monkeying her way up when another one of them showed up. Again she watched for what seemed to be a couple of seconds before a gun shot made her instantly whip her head around towards where the sound came from with bow in hand. She loaded a red tipped arrow as her eyes scanned the ground across the street and when Molly quipped up about the mans location Spencer's eyes quickly locked onto him. "I got him in my sights, she went quiet for a second while Red shot an arrow through the mans hand that held the gun causing him to drop it on the ground. "well he's got no gun in his hand now, that won't hold him for long though." she commented through the ear piece.

As the guy dropped to his knees grabbing his hand in pain Spencer took this time to slide down the pipe that was attached to the side of the building and hit the ground with a light thump. She jogged over to Molly while keeping her head down and crouched beside her. "I bought them some time to make a move but they better make it quick because I don't know if righty over there knows how to shoot with his left."

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Upon hearing footsteps coming toward her, Molly lifted her head to see a familiar face approaching. It was Spencer, or Red, Molly's best friend. Being closer to her only brought more comfort and listening to her voice did the same. When Red finished speaking and Hecate began Molly frowned. "We need to get over to Hecate, or at least I do." Molly told Red. "She's clearly hurt." Up until this point the young healer had been sitting in a bush like dead weight, waiting for something to happen, hoping that someone would shout coordinates into the ear piece of her sisters location, or names of the people involved with the kidnapping. Now, she could actually help. Even if it was just fixing a sprained ankle. Molly sat up straight and leaned forward looking over at the building across the street. "Red can you finish off the gunman?" The smaller girl asked, beginning to stand up. She readjusted her jacket, brushing off dirt from her pants. She was not made for the outdoors and wasn't particularly fond of hiding in a bush.

"Hey uh Hecate I'm coming over there." She spoke softly looking at Spencer. Then after squeezing her friends hand gently she pulled her hood up and ran across the street to the tree were Hecate and Ig stood.

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"We need to get over to Hecate, or at least I do." said Molly and Spencer couldn't help but to glance over towards Hecate's direction before nodding. Spencer was going to tell Molly to be careful but she ran off before she could so Spencer also pulled up her hood with this fiery glint in her eyes. She stood up from the bush and jogged out onto the street just in time to see the gunman up from the ground with gun in hand, his left that is and trained on Molly. Right then Surge's comment came through the earpiece making Spencer smirk as she pulled back on her bow and released. Red wasn't fast enough though because the gun went off. Luckily for her the arrow hit the man's shoulder with such force that it made his arm jerk back in that split second casing the bullet to completely miss Molly but instead graze her left shoulder.

Red winced slightly at the sudden stinging pain but it was no where in hell near enough to stop her from aiming her next arrow at Mr.Righty's head. "Next one goes right through your eye, bastard." she said to herself before letting the last arrow fly. The man fell to the ground with a heavy thump and Spencer lowered her bow. "Aw, thank's for the compliment." said Spencer through the earpiece with that hint of sarcasm she is known to have as she walked up to the man pulling her arrow form his right eye with a twist and loud crack. I think I deserve a drink.

With that thought in place Red made her way back to Molly who was safely with Hecate's little group by the tree. As she was walking the little pyromaniac swiftly swung her arrow towards the left and the gore came flying off, splattering the concrete with a small blotch of red before putting it back in it's holster on her back. Red approached the group right when Surge was speaking and when he finished Red only pulled out her bow once more before waving it a bit. "Well? Whatcha waiting for let's go check it out. If I learned anything from watching batman it's that the joker never had just one henchmen to do his dirty work for him so I'm sure there has to be another one around here." She paused for a second to hand Molly one of her knives just in case and glanced over towards Hecate for a second before bringing her attention back towards Surge."Let's go have some fun."

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Encke stiffened considerably as he heard an arrow whistle through the air and land on its mark with a dull thunk, accompanied shortly after by a terse hiss of pain somewhere in front of him and to his left. His eyes widened, and he adjusted his position behind the tree to he would still be concealed from the gunman. He tried to glance over his shoulder to get a view of where the arrow had come from, but it was simply too dark to make out anything besides vague shapes and shadows. He knew pursuing a target when surrounded by uncertain company, whom he was fairly sure had not spotted him just yet, wasn't the brightest of ideas, but the gunman was getting away, and along with him Encke's best chance for finding the heroes.

He glanced around the tree again, feeling the damp, rough bark press into his cheek uncomfortably. A dark figure stalked off in the direction of the road, clutching his hand to his chest, and Encke started after him, taking less care to conceal himself as the man broke into a jog in the direction of the street. It was now or never.

The man ran out into the street, and Encke was but a few paces behind him, already feeling the water rise from puddles on the ground to swirl and writhe at his fingertips. He had almost reached the streetlight and reared his arm back to strike when another sharp thunk of an arrow pierced the air, freezing him in his place. A gunshot, and another arrow on its heels. Encke watched with shocked eyes as the bolt landed squarely in the man's face, protruding grotesquely amidst a small spray of blood before he crumpled noiselessly to the ground. It took a moment for his mind to kick into gear.

This idiot had just killed his only source of information. Assuming he was right about her connections to the group of villains who were supposedly working to free the heroes, this idiot had just killed her only source of information. He stood there, half livid and half in utter disbelief, instinctively reaching around his shoulder to grab the hilt of one of the long knives that were slung across his back. A well of anger he hadn't even know he'd had in him was bubbling to the surface, making his knuckles turn white as he gripped the handle of the blade. A tight coil wrapped around his chest. Every inch of his being commanded him to shake her, dig his fingertips into her shoulders and scream at her for her stupidity. He settled for unsheathing his knife and holding it out at his side, pointed slightly downward in a gesture of peace, but easy enough to flick up if he needed to defend himself. If this group of villains was going to go around killing his only connections to the heroes, then maybe it was time they finally talked. So instead of slinking back into the bushes before he was spotted, he stood in full illumination of the streetlight, glaring at the archer with hard, pale eyes.

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Zoe just rolled her eyes at Surge, not even gracing him with a reply. Apparently Molly was on her way now, and while Zoe was more than willing to just move and deal with the pain, she was also pretty sure that the healer- and possibly some of her other teammates- would yell at her for doing so. So she stayed put, leaning against the tree where she had been.

She grinned at Spencer as she approached- but then noticed Encke's glare from across the street. Yet again, she rolled her eyes. "What happened to heroes being about preserving life and all that bull?" She asked the archer teasingly, straightening up as much as she could. Her ankle wasn't even that bad, but unlike Spencer, Molly was a typical hero who wouldn't want Zoe putting herself through anything unnecessarily. Zoe decided not to tell her about the time that she'd run an entire mission with a gunshot wound to her shoulder.

It was only then that she realised how quiet E had gone. "Yo, E, is everything okay? I get worried when I don't have your voice as white noise in the background," she said.

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E could hear the background noise, Robin hood taking down the gunmen, the puppy hero wanting said robin hood to finish off the gunman, which, if he were more... well, if he weren't so occupied, he would have made a comment on how odd it was that the heroes were the ones so quick to shoot in this, of Chiaroscuro asking for news, any news, but he couldn't say, or do, anything. All he could do was watch Nora and know that, if anything, all his touch had done was made it worse.

The convulsing had only gotten worse, and his entire body jumped when she screamed mere moments after touching her. E's first instinct was to move his hand and run, but before he could move an inch, she was clutching onto him, holding his arms in a vice-grip. "Nora!" E shouted once again, a vain effort to bring it to an end, to make her just stop. In response, she screamed. E winced and once again tried to pull away, but he couldn't break her hold.

The scream was pierced through him and struck his core, he had heard people scream before, but this was different, it was filled with so much pain, but it was almost as if she wasn't there. It was as if he was listening to a recording of her screaming in pain, locked in some far away room, a room where he, or anyone, could not reach her. Trapped in whatever was going on in her mind with the world just outside.

"Nora," E said desperate, this wasn't fair. He had always done his best to avoid this exact situation, he never should have joined this team, there was nothing wrong with being alone, this was... he couldn't deal with this. Trying, and failing, to block out the screams, he almost sagged with relief when he saw the milky white color slowly drain from her eyes, but her clutch was just as strong as ever, and he was terrified of sending her into another vision, heaven knows what she had already seen.

His name coming over his comm drew his attention back from the recovering psychic, "I-I," he started, his voice trailing off at Hecate's question, "Y-Yeah, Omen had a vision... maybe more, I don't know, I think we are alright.." He said almost more to himself before casting a look down at the woman clutching on to him, "We... are alright... aren't we?"

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As Molly crossed the street, she heard another gun shot. Cringing slightly at the sound she continued on, unsure of where it had landed. Hecate, Surge, and Ig came into focus quickly as she neared the tree. Hecate was leaning against the trunk, putting pressure on her other foot. She didn't appear to be in any major pain. However, it was in no way safe for her to rely on a hurt ankle, especially if they had to make a run for it.

Molly approached Hecate slowly "Could you sit down? It's easier that way." She asked. The young healer had been doing this for years and after many sprains, twists, and breaks, she knew the fastest way to get this done. Once Hecate had done as asked Molly knelt down beside her ankle. She began to reach her hand out to roll back Hecate's pant leg, but there was a bit of hesistation. She'd never touched a villain before and she could only push away uncomfortable thoughts of what her parents would think if they saw her doing this. However, now was not the time to think of them. There were greater things at stake.

The healer rolled up the bottom of Hecate's pant leg about an inch and she pushed her sock down. Then she pressed her hand onto the girl's cold skin. When healing sprains and anything to do with the muscle, it was alway necessary to touch the hurt area. If the wound lay on the skin then hovering over it would do the job, but of course this was currently not the case. As her hand lay on Hecate's skin, a warm blue glow began to tranfer from Molly's fingers and palm, into Hecate's ankle. Both girls were able to feel the warmth and Molly kept her eyes on her hand, watching the blue glow. As the strengh in Hecate's ankle was restored the light began to fade away, until no light was visible to see.

""You should be good now." Molly avoided eye contact with Hecate and just out of luck Spencer came running up to join their now growing group of people. And so she slide over to stand next to Spencer. Due to the dim lighting Molly was completely unable to see the cut on Spencer's shoulder and only grimaced when her friend handed her a knife. ""Red I'm not going to go stab anyone..." She mumbled attaching the knife to her belt and looked over her friends shoulder to see Encke standing in the street. ""Uh what's Trap doing?" Blue asked nodding her head in his direction.

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He watched with seeming boredom as Red and Blue made there way over to help with Zoe's injured ankle. Though truth be told he was actually curious and watched Red as she casually murdered someone before their very eyes. Granted it was someone all to willing to kill everyone present, and Surge really couldn't bring himself to care. It was simply surprising to watch a hero do an enemy in, and as far as he was concerned it simply highlighted how self-righteous they could be. Of course it was okay when a hero took a life. "Guess they just don't make heroes like they used to." He spoke in response to Hecate, and really the tone of his voice made the intentions behind his words somewhat muddy. It could have been an insult, an indication of surprise, or even a compliment. When Red spoke to him he didn't really respond, offering only a small nod. Of course he wouldn't actually leave until Blue finished with Zoe's ankle.

He watched as Blue went to work on Zoe. Fortunately it didn't take long, and as she got back u she raised a good point as she spoke into the communication device. E had been unusually quiet. Did something happen? Was E hurt? What about Nora? He let out a sigh. he shouldn't have left them. He was about to speak up when E's voice rather shakily came through the comms device. It was easy to see why, and Surge's face went uncharacteristically white. He was well aware of how unpleasant Nora's visions could be. he eased slightly when Nora said she was fine but concern still lingered in his mind. H e simply waited patiently to find out her vision and consequently what their next move should be.

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"What happened to heroes being about preserving life and all that bull?" teased Zoe but in that moment Spencer took in the full realization of what she just did. She gave a nervous smirk before her eyes traveled down to Hecate's ankle where Molly worked. While it looked as if Spencer was just observing Molly's work quietly in reality she was trying to wrap her head around what she just did. She just killed a man in cold blood and . . . she didn't regret it. She just thought about the people that killed her sister and didn't feel guilty whatsoever. Red can remember the distinctive clothing that the men were wearing that night when she found her sister. They were dressed identical, looked like a uniform of sorts but this man she just killed wore street clothes. He had to be a hired killer, there couldn't be no other explanation.

Her mind pondered these questions before she was finally snapped out of it by her best friends little mumbles. "Y-you don't have to kill anyone." Spencer said as her voice faintly cracked in a distraught manner. "A knife isn't just used for killing . . ." she mumbled with eyes on the ground before turning around and facing Encke. She met cold eyes with her own challenging stormy grey ones as they stared each other down for what seemed like hours which in reality were only a few seconds at most before Zoe commented on Spencer's wound. Red was first to break eye contact as she quietly glanced down at her own wound that she totally forgot about. She looked up at Zoe meeting her eyes. "It's nothing," her lips curved upward ever so slightly forming a very faint smirk before turning her attention to Molly. "It's nothing to worry about just a little scratch. Save that energy of yours in case someone actually gets seriously hurt."

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"Hey" Molly said shooting Hecate and Surge a look. "It was us or him. Red did the right thing..." She continued softly. These villains had absolutely no idea what Spencer had been through in the last few days. They had no idea the rage that stood behind her eyes. Molly's best friend had been given minimum time to grieve the lose of her sister, let alone wrap her head around the fact that her now ex-girlfriend had instigated the killing. It hasn't been the greatest week in history for the heroes, if the villians could show just the slightest bit of empathy, Molly felt everyone might get along better. Yes one man died, but had he lived, they would all be in trouble. For all they knew Spencer could have killed him right before he could call for back up. The longer they stood there the more unease Molly began to feel. Glancing up at her distraught friend, Molly took Spencer's hand in hers to comfort her and then proceeded to examine her wound. "Fine, but as soon as we're done here I'm fixing it." The lighting wasn't good anyways, she'd have to make sure it was clean first and that always took a bit longer.
"Can we get out of here?" Molly spoke into the comm. She had definitely had enough for tonight and was looking forward to being somewhere at least partially more safe then their current location.

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She didn't miss Spencer's reaction- of how she seemed to disappear into herself for a few moments. But before she could say anything, Molly chided her and Surge for their comments. "I wasn't saying it was a bad thing. Like you said, it was them or us, and I'd much rather we be the ones to stay alive," she said, still watching Spencer.

At Spence's insistence that she was fine, Zoe rolled her eyes. "You sure? Because knowing my luck, if you pass out, I'll be the one left carrying you," She teased gently. "Find something to wrap that with, it'll slow the bleeding and keep it as clean as possible till we can get Florence Nightingale here to fix you up. Trust me, I've had enough field injuries to know how to deal with them."

The guy across the street with the two knives was giving her the creeps. Who the fuck did he think he was, Deadpool? She'd had enough staring, so she rolled her eyes and snatched the knife from Molly's belt. Even though she still had the excess energy in her body, she wasn't taking any chances.

"Hey, dickhead! You got a problem?" She called, spreading her arms. "Maybe you should take a picture, it'll last longer!" He was bigger than her, but that had never held her back. She'd faced people an awful lot bigger and scarier than him before.