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Samuel Echtin

"Running is so much easier than fighting."

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a character in “Angel....or Mutant?”, as played by TheFlag

Description

Name: Samuel Echtin

Age: 14

Description: Samuel stands at 5'7 which is fairly average at his age, his build is fairly lean as not a lot of fat clings to his bones, he almost seems malnourished. His facial features are thin and defined as his cheek bones are rather low and his lips curl outwards, giving him a somewhat distant appearance, as well as a serene vibe. His eyes are a muddy hazel with a slight green at each iris which is more prominent at a distance, his eyes are blood shot and also have deep bags underneath them, the irises seem small as well as the outer layer, they also change in an irregular fashion. Samuel's skin is smooth and fairly pale, a few blemishes are clattered around his face and shoulders, but other than that his skin is flawless. Samuel's hair is deep black, each hair is thick and clumps into groups with other hairs, it is usually brushed around his eyes, and is often uncontrollable and wild. Samuel is fairly light, due to his bones being hollow he weighs approximately around 97lbs. Samuel's wings are fairly large, and at length are around 14 1/2 foot.

Wing Color: Brown feathers dotted around the top, grey feathers sprawled the bottom. They look somewhat like an eagles.
Powers:

- Increased healing factor. Samuel's blood is filled with raw stem cells, his blood cells also divides ten times quicker allowing him to heal at a incredibly fast rate, he can also heal injuries caused to his spine and brain and even regrow limbs, due to the stem cells in his blood. All of these traits are designed to keep Samuel alive, no matter what the injury he has sustained. For example if something doesn't kill him outright chances are he'll survive it, and be in perfect condition a few hours later. However this healing process isn't perfect, if any object is stuck into his flesh, it wouldn't be pushed out he'd have to do that himself, for it to begin healing. Due to the amount of blood cells in his system, he gets foreign chemicals out of his system very quickly, this is both a blessing and a curse, as stuff like morphine wouldn't last very long in his system, while stuff like sedatives wouldn't either, another side effect of this is his immune system, due to the sheer amount of white blood cells, it's very hard for him to get sick. Although infection is still a problem for him, as wounds close so quickly that sometimes not all the bad bacteria is dead, this often makes him ill for awhile, however it usually isn't a problem for more than a day due to the amount of white blood cells inside him.

- Ability to store and discharge electricity at will like a battery, this can be in the form of lightning bolts and shockwaves and other weird feats. He however relies on the electricity he absorbs if he uses up his supply, he'll have to rely on the electricity he produces naturally, which is rather weak when compared to the other variant. The electricity's color varies, but most of the time it's a light blue. The ability is mainly for the offensive, but could be used for the defensive and is rather useful as he is basically a portable battery. Electricity isn't exactly lethal to Samuel, but it could still kill him for example, when he's absorbing electricity, it wouldn't be lethal because he's storing it inside himself. However when hes absorbed as much as he can, that's when it starts to become a problem, as the current can't go anywhere and starts to damage Samuel's body, however he can be used as a wire of sorts, for example, if he held a electrical current than touched something metal, it would go right through him without causing any serious damage.

- Invisibility this isn't the usual version however. He doesn't actually turn invisible, he just removes himself from other people's minds, meaning he can't be seen, heard or smelled. When he makes physical contact with a person however he turns visible, when Samuel picks up any other object however, it too becomes invisible along with him. He also can't stay invisible for longer than 10 minutes without great mental strain. Due to not actually being invisible, Samuel can still be seen on cameras, this however only applies after Samuel's deactivated his ability.

Personality: Samuel is a survivor through and through, and will do whatever it takes to keep himself alive even if it causes despair for others. His instincts seemed to be predatory, which seems to unnerve most people around him he doesn't do this on purpose because he cannot control the way he acts. Samuel is calm and collected and tries to rationalize everything he sees, even if there's no rational explanation. Samuel's calm and collected demeanor is like ice, it's cold but under pressure it may begin to crack down into shards. Samuel has a dull perspective on life, seeing it as a constant charade of obstacles, although he would never take his own life or purposely get killed he doesn't exactly fear death, thinking it'd be a relief to just stop and die, he shares his dull outlook on many situations and is a constant pessimist, dwelling on the negative things rather than the positive. Samuel also tends to dwell in the past, rather than the future this clouds his judgement often. Another feature that plays a big role in his personality is his laid back demeanor and attitude, as long as something doesn't have a direct affect on him, Samuel isn't really bothered about it. He tends not to judge others until he's spent a decent amount of time in their presence, his opinions on people doesn't change often; to put it simply once he has a general opinion on you, it'll take a colossal amount of effort to change it.

Another key aspect in Samuel's personality is his introverted nature, he is for the most part quiet and likes to be alone every once in awhile, as he isn't as said a people person it's not that he doesn't like company he just prefers to have some time to himself and reflect on events. Samuel has a very dry sense of humor, often making light remarks on certain situations every now and then to try and lighten his own mood, he doesn't however do this constantly. Another trait in Samuel's personality, (albeit a bit more concealed than his other traits) is his intelligence, he always tries to think on his feet and focus on what's at hand, he almost never lets his guard down, but when he does he is completely sure of himself. Samuel rarely lets his guard down for two main reasons: the first is his paranoia due to being on the run from the ward; the second being his anxious approach on things, as he likes to take things carefully, and most importantly slowly. Samuel also packs a unusually anxious but somehow calm demeanor, as he is always twitching nervously, and looking around but somehow he can keep his cool and focus on what's at hand, it isn't exactly visible but there's a certain glint in his eyes that echo this.

Bio:
Samuel doesn't know a lot about his past, all he knows and remembers is the Ward, which isn't exactly the best childhood. Having lived there his entire life with virtually no contact with the outside world, all he knew was the Ward's rules. He knew nothing of concepts such as freedom until he got into his teens. After this discovery Samuel developed an urge to gain freedom for himself, and escape somehow. He didn't actually build up the courage to actually try and escape until his second ability manifested, which was his ability to store and use electricity he was 12 at this time. His first ability was his enhanced regenerative capacities, which he had gained at infancy. Even though his second ability manifesting gave him confidence, Samuel still didn't want to escape afraid of the consequences if he was caught. It wasn't until he saw the the true face of the Ward and their absolute ruthless nature that he had decided to escape. It wasn't courage that made Samuel act on his escape however, it was his fear, as he was far more afraid of what would happen if he stayed, rather than the consequences of getting caught trying to escape. Samuel however didn't really instigate his escape, it was more of a spur of the moment type of thing, as something created a diversion at the facility he was located, it was here were Samuel manifested his latest ability, invisibility which was one of the major aids in his escape, and how he slipped out unnoticed. As Samuel escaped the Ward's facility he eventually got lost in a forest, and after running for days in general began to tire.

So begins...

Samuel Echtin's Story

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Samuel slowly brushed passed the trees breathing raggedly, he had been running through this god forsaken forest for hours without pause. However fatigue had finally began to impair him, and now he was walking sluggishly. Samuel's eyes twitched and his wings ruffled as he casually stopped and began breathing deeply, his eyes slowly began to analyse his surroundings he was currently residing in some sort of clearing, as the sun shone through the trees he exhaled "It'd be so much easier... if I could fly." However Samuel had great reluctance to do so, for fear that the Ward would somehow find out, and drag him back to that hell. Samuel knew it was crazy they couldn't possibly find him now, but his irrational paranoia was justifiable he'd spent all of his life in that hell and going back was the last thing he had on his mind.

After his brief pause Samuel decided it'd be best to get marching again, he pushed himself off a tree which he had been leaning against for support and slowly began trudging forward. After walking lamely through the forest he noticed the atmosphere began to change, a peculiar feeling which Samuel couldn't describe but it excited Samuel as would anything new would. As he pushed on wards he came out of another clearing, however this one was different from the one before. There were roads of concrete and buildings, there was only one word in Samuel's vocabulary to describe it, which was urban he had heard the word before, but he didn't know its meaning but the word just seemed to fit here. Samuel muttered to himself mostly in confusion, "This is beautiful..." Samuel knew very little of the outside world other than the small snippets the Ward has shown him to give him a vague idea of what the world outside would hold, but this was amazing to actually be there rather than seeing and hearing about it.

Samuel's eyes flickered as he familiarized himself with his new found surroundings there were cars, building, stop signs and so many other things that seemed so odd, he had seen them before of course, but that was different he wasn't actually there now he was seeing one in reality. He paused before concluding he must look so out of place here, the set of jeans he was wearing were torn to shreds, his shirt also along with a pair of hiking boots which were already worn out, not to mention the fact that he had wings he laughed dryly at the realization. However he noted his flesh was unmarked and had sustained no injury, which puzzled him slightly as he remembered sustaining several small cuts while running out of the forest.

"Okay, okay Sam think of some sort of plan." he paused drawing a blank before sighing hesitantly, "Okay... lets at least figure out where I am..." he concluded. His eyes began scanning the various signs until he spotted a particular sign of interest, which was further down the road which seemed to lead to nowhere. The sign was green and it had white posts supporting it, he paused squinting to read it 'Arizona' Samuel's eyes relaxed before he muttered casually, "What the hell is an Arizona..." he figured it must be a location of some sort, probably where he was.

His mind drew another blank for the next stage of his plan however, frustrating him slightly. However his stomach rumbling gave him a slight clue on the next part of his plan. Food, the prospect sounded and almost tasted delicious, but the means of obtaining it were difficult as far as he knew. He'd have to find a trader or something, a shopkeeper to be more precise which wasn't any trouble since there was a sign on a particular building that looked more public than the other buildings that read 'General Store' it had a slogan underneath but Samuel couldn't be bothered to read it and simply approached the building cautiously figuring this must be a store of some sort.

As Samuel entered the store he noticed several people giving him weird looks and strange glances, which made him even more nervous than he already was. Ironically the only thing that kept him from running out of there while screaming was the different variety of food the store had, there were so many different things which made his eyes bulge. He paused before nervously grabbing the clostest bags of food off the rail without checking what it actually was, before whistling nonchalantly. He spotted a woman at a counter of some sort who expected him to approach, he began to shuffle towards her before dashing towards the stores exit, food in hand. He heard voices raise as he dashed towards the door, hearing shouts of concern shot bolts of panic up his spine and his most primal instinct kicked in, flight literally. His wings snapped forward and he jumped up into the air screaming frantically, as he took off away from the ground at a rapid speed flying uncontrollably away from this destination.

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I leaned against a building, stuffing the food into my mouth. It was so delicious. I swear, I was in heaven and for once, actually felt peaceful. And then......I ran out of food. Well back to reality I guess. I looked around, checking my pockets for anything but no luck. It pissed me off at how quickly I devoured everything instead of saving it or something. I looked around and not far from me, I spotted a trash can. I slowly stood up staring at it. Maybe I could see if there was more food in there.......no. I'm not that desperate. Or at least not yet anyway. I turned away so I wouldn't be tempted and looked up at the sky once more. Maybe I could take off? Maybe nobody would notice right? I closed my eyes thinking about this for a second. It seemed like the only choice I had. Either that or stay here and wait for death. Fun.

I walked, looking for a good running place to start. My wings slowly started unfolding from my back as I did this. First I started off with a nice simple jog. Then it turned into a sprint. Then I jumped. My feet didn't touch the ground again after that. I flew straight up at first until I was sure that I was high enough, and then flew north. With no exact idea where I was going. Pretty soon I would have to settle somewhere and figure out a safe place to chill while I got my thoughts together. I was quiet for a moment then snorted at how ridiculous I sounded. I would never be safe, and never find a place to chill would I? Anyways, I glided along the air, wind brushing softly against my skin. Thinking about it now, it's a magnificent experience. Smooth and easy going, something that no regular human would ever experience. This was a good thing because if everyone could fly then the sky would be filled with idiots.

Just for the heck of it, I sped up and began to fly in circles in the air. Large, wide circles. I laughed at this moment. A moment that would probably be the best in my life. I stopped and looked down at the little ant looking people below and looked up ahead of me. I nearly had a heart attack. Something, too big to be a bird and too small to be anything else logical was flying. It's flying was all messed up though. Like it was sin a hurry or something. I was torn between getting a closer look and taking off. Eventually I decided answer A would work and flew slowly towards the object. Boom, another near heart attack. It was a person with wings. Like me. Oh no was it from that place? Did they make more weird bird people, except these want to kill their own? But then I saw something in it's hands. As it flew closer I could see it was food (and I could also see that he looked like a dude). I wasn't sure what to do now. Attacking him seemed unfair but then again life's not fair right? "Hey, you!" I called out, putting as much authority and control in my voice as possible. And just to make sure, I studied him carefully until I saw a blue aura.

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Samuel angled his body towards the sky before flying slowly upwards, the occasional yell of surprise escaped his lips due to the altitude he was flying at, this was his first proper flight after all, since he wasn't exactly allowed to fly in the Ward apart from the occasional flap of his wings, and he was too paranoid to fly when he escaped. The situation currently however was different, he did it to escape the people at the store, who as far as he was concerned were probably the Ward's spies or something similarly creative. The sensation was amazing, the wind in his face the fact that he was defying gravity and perhaps because it was also in his genes. Samuel gave a gasp for air before laughing crazily. Although he wasn't exactly graceful in the air, he looked rushed and unbalanced this was his first time, and he felt proud of his accomplishment, after all he was flying purely on instinct.

Samuel began circling a lower altitude simply enjoying the fact that he was in the air and away from the struggles and pressures below, he almost forgot the fact that he was starving but his growling stomach reminded him every so often, making it impossible to forget. As he continued flying in a circle, he glanced at the food that he had picked up. It was some sort of pastry and was edible raw, he nodded thoughtfully before stating curiously to himself "I wonder what pastry tastes like..." the word and the food were alien to him, but he was sure it would taste better than anything the Ward had to offer. Samuel's wings continued to flap steadily, and he decided he'd fly for a couple more minutes before he attempted any landing, it'd probably end up with him breaking a bone or something but you've got to learn sometime, and now was the best time since he summed up he'd have to a lot of flying.

"Hey, you!" a feminine commanding voice called. Samuel bucked in surprise the voice seemed to come from above him and was fairly close. His head twisted upwards slowly and he almost stopped mid-flight at what he saw, a girl with wings much like his except the color scheme and pattern were different. His eyes focused on hers and he paused not sure what to say, was she hostile? a part of him whispered but the rational part of him saw that she would've attacked him above while she had the advantage, unless she wanted to confront then attack him but that seemed unlikely. Samuel wasn't really sure what to say, he stumbled awkwardly before calling out randomly, "Who're you!?" Samuel's voice housed slight fear, but mostly it was confusion. Samuel had been flying in circles the entire time, it'd be a lot easier if they continued their conversation on the ground.

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Alright I couldn't help it. When he stopped so suddenly I smirked. I had a major ego boost in the last three seconds and was loving it. I put my hands on hips and put a no nonsense face on.

"Who're you!?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Taylor" I said and flew in closer towards him. I eyed the food in his hand again then quickly looked away. The last thing I needed was for him to run off think was gonna take his stuff. Which actually wasn’t a pretty bad idea. Wait, no I'm not a thief! "Are you running away from them too?" I asked. I didn't feel like I needed to explain who they were. I looked around as if realizing for the first time I was in the air. "Let's talk down here" I suggested and without waiting for a response, tucked my wings in and flew straight down.

Was I being rude to him? I don't think so. As I headed down, I looked over my shoulder to see if he was following. I knew I was taking a big risk but he seemed okay enough. I looked down for somewhere to land and saw a building, larger than the one I was previously at. It looked like the back of a restaurant or a really big store. I looked for a landing place to focus on and spotted a large dumpster. One lid was closed and the other was open. Seemed legit to me. I sped up even more. I would only slow down once I got close to my landing pad. Maybe I'm paranoid but I was still afraid of someone seeing me. As I neared the building, I spread my wings out and glided down, landing on the dumpster. My foot flipped as so I landed though and I almost fell off. Aren't I smooth? I looked up at the guy as I jumped off the dumpster, still slightly wary.

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The girl raised her eyebrows before saying simply "Taylor" after she spoke she flew closer towards Samuel, he didn't really expect that, and he angled backwards slightly in surprise. Samuel stopped when he realized that this gesture wasn't a threat he winced at his mistake, he tilted his head before looking at her curiously, he had never talked to someone who was like him before, the prospect of talking to someone he could perhaps relate to was fairly comforting, as he often felt alone in his predicament. He paused before blinking owlishly, still surprised at the situation he found himself in, he wasn't sure on how to approach it. Samuel looked down at the ground before glancing back up at the girl, the rush of the air was beginning to wear thin, due to his increasing hunger which kept on distracting him from the situation at hand.

"Are you running away from them too?" the girl asked, the mere question caused Samuel to jump in the air with surprise, his eyes began to widen and his pupils narrow, when she referred to 'them' she could only mean one thing, the Ward. He thought carefully about how to answer Taylor's question, which would require some precision at the very least. Before he could think up a suitable answer however, Taylor quickly suggest "Let's talk down here" she didn't wait for him, she quickly tucked her wings in and flew downwards. A few hesitant seconds passed as Samuel was wary of Taylor, he didn't exactly trust her, but she probably knew more about the world in general than he did. He shook his head wryly, before muttering "It's worth a shot..." he tried to mimic her descent, as he tucked his wings in and followed in pursuit.

The rush of flying downwards at such a velocity, was simply incredible. Samuel did little to contain his joy, as the wind at such a volume was amazing. His eyes looked forward to see where Taylor was heading, it was at the back of a building, which was rather large it was like the store he had previously been to except different. As Taylor neared the building, he watched her spread her wings, he tried to do the same but the upthrust of the wind caused him to convulse into the air, although he was hindered by the wind he still managed to land, albeit a bit awkward. As he scuffled against the ground he laughed slightly at his landing, it was his first attempt and he proud that he didn't break a leg or something.

After regaining his balance, Samuel looked up for Taylor, he saw she had a little trouble with one of dumpsters, his mouth slowly formed a grin before he asked casually, "Are you alright?" he then shook his head, remembering the question she had asked him, his grin slowly mellowed before he asked meaningfully, "What do you know about them?" his voice was more curious than anything, but he stressed the word 'them' obviously disturbed by it.

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I looked at him, slightly embarrassed when he asked if I was alright. I nodded.

"What do you know about them?"

I pretended to think. "Them. The ward......well, besides the fact that it's a evil corrupted place filled with a bunch of douche bags? And the fact they turned me into a weirdo with wings? I know absolutely nothing" I said shrugging. "Surprise" I said with fake enthusiasm. I mentally laughed at myself. But that lasted for like two seconds before I sighed.

"All humor aside though. I really don’t know anything. Well except about the vampire....things but I guess you know about those too." I said shrugging. Then it struck me. Was I having a normal conversation? Or at least as normal as it could get? I mean, it's not normal when your talking about....wait. Another thought struck my mind. If there was another bird kid here.....then there must be more right? "Hey...have you seen any....more of us?" I asked quietly. God did that sound right? Honestly that was the best I could phrase it.

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Character Portrait: Connor Krauklis Character Portrait: Jude Oakheart Character Portrait: Haley Price Character Portrait: "Sariya" Eins Character Portrait: Marcus Character Portrait: Taylor Rice Character Portrait: Samuel Echtin Character Portrait: Euro Character Portrait: Carter McAdams Character Portrait: Brendan McAdams Character Portrait: Matthew "Matt" Bernard Character Portrait: Marceline "Marcy" Bernard Character Portrait: Michael

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Settings: Heated lab in the freezing colds of Antarctica

Dr. Gunther stared at the various monitors secured to the lackluster gray wall in his office. What better place to have a secret lab than in the isolated white plains of Antarctica?

Each screen was filled with one interesting image or another. A few of them even ineffectually displayed the outside of the Antarctican Ward in all its insipid glory.

But the most interesting monitors were the ones right in front of Dr. Gunther. The ones that showed them.

Generation 5

The most advanced form of Pouli Anthropos.

There they were in all their glory. Tall, graceful creatures, that looked almost as endearing as softly painted pastel angels. Their wings were smooth and shiny, as healthy as any well fed fowl, and they expressed the slim musculature that was to be expected of their generation. They were beautiful.

Okay, who was Gunther kidding? The children were ragged, poorly dressed, escapees, with little to their names but the few various items they’d conned and stolen out of innocent, unaware, humans. Still, it was better than nothing.

Their cunning showed their willingness to survive and thrive in relatively poor conditions. Weather they accomplished their survival by brute force or trickery varied from child to child, but, 88% of the time, resulted in victory.

They showed poor social skills in regards to humans, but seemed to trust one another (out of the few that had actually encountered each other), and showed a willingness to work together, or become accomplices.

Carefully, he looked from monitor to monitor, meticulously observing the actions that took place within the walls of the black boxes.

The first one he glanced over showed two of the older children speaking, strangely enough, near a dumpster. For a millisecond, he wondered how they were tolerating the repulsive scent of garbage, before shifting through his files.

“Taylor Rice” and “Samuel Echtin” were their unnumbered names. The poor boy, in an attempt to divulge answers about the Ward, questioned the girl. She answered in a typically sarcastic manner. Then, she asked a literal question. Something Gunther thought was a plausible question.

“Hey...have you seen any…more of us?” came her quiet frizzled voice through the monitor.

Gunther chuckled, low and devilish, something that would send chills down the bones of the innocent.

His eyes traveled to the next monitor. One of the younger subjects, “Conner Krauklis”, was out and about in the forest, lost and screaming. No doubt his terrified shouts would eventually attract the attention of those mongrels Gunther had created so many years ago.

The next screen was a bit more interesting. A boy had a death lock on her. For a moment, Gunther was petrified that he would kill her. But then, she was dropped out of his grip. Fear ran rampant in her eyes, and Gunther made no attempt to hide his disgust.

“Dear Eins,” He whispered to himself, shuffling through her papers, “He is your friend. Do not be afraid,” Speaking to himself in this manner, Gunther sounded almost crazed. Of course, with Eins being more than complicated, the doctor had no plausible way of knowing what she was thinking without being close to her. He cared little. Eins had just been a stepping stone for his latest project. The boy, however, was more than a stepping stone. Generation 5, his name was “Jude Oakheart”. Surprisingly he had manifested the power that allowed him to escape.

Then, to the right of his present screen, there was “Marcus”, or so it seemed he was named. The child had cleverly stolen a credit card, proceeded to clear the scene of any plausible evidence, and went on to use the withdrawal money to his advantage. Gunther found the amount of items he had ordered impractical, but kept it to himself.

“Clever, very clever…” Gunther grumbled, as the child disappeared within the confinements of a bathroom, to which Gunther refused to have his camera follow.

Then, his cameras went to the scene of drama. His most least desired experiment, vs his most desired experiment.

Michael, that mongrel of a Vampire, had approached three of them. “Brendan McAdams”, “Matthew Bernard” and “Marceline Bernard”. Gunther’s lips edged into a smile as he wondered how each individual child was handling the confrontation between Avian and Vampire. He doted on it little.

A “special” thing caught his eye.

A Generation 4. They had all been eradicated. Or so his scientists had reported to him. And yet, here was a twenty year old Generation 4 male, with big thick muscles, and a clear mutation that had caused it. Even his wings were broader than the norm.

Screen capping his face, Gunther plugged the image into his databases.

No name. Just an image of the same man, though younger, with a smaller body (the beginnings of his advanced muscle development had begun to show in the teenage picture).

He was coupled with a young, quite miniature, female, with a darker skin tone.

Both of them had supposedly died in a plane crash.

Gunther was going to have a word with the employees of the South American Ward.

Suppressing his anger, his eyes moved on to the next screen.

A boy very similar to “Brendan” popped up on the screen, along with a innocent, and very confused looking girl, who happened to coincidentally also be another experiment. “Carter McAdams” and “Haley Price”. He was urging her to get a move on, do a perimeter of the area. Gunther theorized “Carter” knew trouble was on the rise by the fact that the twins, “Bredan” and “Carter” had been observed expressing a special connection with one another. It disappointed him that “Marceline” and “Matthew” had not developed a similar power, both children also being twins.

However, “Brendan” and “Carter” were identical. “Marceline” and “Matthew” were fraternal. Maybe it made all the difference.

“Alice!” he called. A small girl, no more than six years, with curly blonde hair, bounded over to him, placing her hand in his.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Do you see the children, Alice?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She responded, ice blue eyes grazing over each Avian filled monitor with intelligence far surpassing the age of six.

“Alice, one day you will rule them all.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Marceline POV


I resisted the urge to immediately run for my life.

One thing that remained, however, was that everyone stayed calm.

Brendan, Matthew, me…not a single one of us showed any apparent fear.

“Michael,” I responded calmly, and a bit too confidently. I was thrilled. Never before, in my time at the Ward, had I been allowed to directly call a Vampire by his name. Out here, the rules were different.

“Making friends is a good idea. Don’t you think so? Besides, I’m sure one of you make friends with your brethren,” I said, mockingly referring to his team of vampires.

“Why don’t you go ahead and come for us?” Matthew said, a steel edge in his voice.

My eyes, for a second, glanced back towards the building where the “adult bird kid” was stationed. Something looked odd about his feet. They had changed color. It almost seemed like, from his knees down, there was short course fur, and a furry tail sticking out from his behind.

Must be a power or something.

For a moment, his eyes zeroed in on Mike. He crouched down, preparing for flight, or so I thought.

And then, he jumped.

Euro


For a moment, the Vamp had turned to look at me. He knew I was there, and he was letting me know it. I returned his cold hard stare with a much calmer one, making a face as he turned away to greet the children.

The young blonde girl eyes seemed to wander for a moment, falling on me. I ignored her stare to calculate the distance between me and Mike. It was about twenty feet.

No sweat. I had the enhanced muscle strength, not to mention the fact that I was able to half morph my legs into something more lemur like, powerful, and equipped for jumping and climbing.

Perhaps Mike was expecting me to fly to him, attack him from the air. That’s what most Vampires expected, at least.

Nope.

I crouched, down and then, bam, rocketed off from the roof opposite the store. I probably looked just like a monkey, taking a leap like that, but I landed exactly where I wanted to.

Right next to the Vampire.

“You wanna back off, Vamp?” I asked, calm like Solo had taught me.

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Samuel twisted his head before shaking it in a odd manner, as if he was adjusting to his surroundings his wings bucked before relaxing against his shoulders. Taylor as if thinking for a moment spoke, "Them. The ward... well, besides the fact that it's a evil corrupted place filled with a bunch of douche bags?" Samuel broke down into a short laugh before he nodded in agreement with her. "And the fact they turned me into a weirdo with wings? I know absolutely nothing" Samuel nodded again this time with more seriousness, "Surprise" Taylor said, enthusiasm in her voice which was obviously faked. "I can relate to that..." he noted before clarifying, "Yeah I know nothing... about the ward." It wasn't as if he hadn't tried to find out more about his origins, when he was still one of the Ward's experiments he had tried to find more about them, but they were very illusive the most he could dig up was a few names of the scientists, which now were hardly relevant.

"All humor aside though. I really don’t know anything. Well except about the vampire....things but I guess you know about those too." Taylor said shrugging, Samuel paused before noting dryly "Yeah, the vampires..." he shuddered slightly. He vaguely knew their purpose, and he wasn't eager to meet one, he had seen a few in the Ward and they were vicious, almost feral. Although he could probably fry a few with his abilities, but he didn't want to test that theory in action. Samuel then realized for the first time since the escape, that he was running low on electricity. He hadn't noticed it before, but he felt thirsty, and he somehow knew that water wouldn't cut it, he needed energy. Samuel concluded that he'd absorb some from the nearest power outlet after his conversation with Taylor, after all they weren't in any danger at the moment, he still could pack a mean punch with the electricity he produced naturally after all.

Taylor's voice went quieter before she asked a more serious question, "Hey...have you seen any....more of us?" Us? Did she mean bird-people things or whatever Samuel and she were. Samuel blinked, thinking for a moment before shaking his head, "No unfortunately. I don't think others were as lucky as us, to escape from their grasp." He glanced sideways, before adjusting his eyes forward, "I take it you haven't seen any of us?" His eyes regained their focus, his wings twitched slightly before he spoke slowly, and somewhat wryly "Are you looking for others like us?" Samuel shifted his body forward, into a more comfortable position, he shrugged his left shoulder stretching it slightly.

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I don't why I had gotten my hopes up. But unfortunately I did, and once he told me hadn't seen any more bird kids, I felt like everything inside me crashed.

I know it's stupid for me to even have a glimmer of hope but it's not my fault okay? I just thought....

Anyway, I snapped back into reality.
"Are you looking for others like us?"

"Yeah" I sighed. I don't know why but my stomach was churning and stuff as if I were nervous. Was I nervous? Honestly I had no real reason to be nervous. Maybe it was because I still believed that there were more bird kids out there. Maybe we just hadn't come across them yet! I began to get excited just thinking about it!. I know I know, I’m getting my hopes up again but whatever. I do stuff like that.

"Maybe we should look for them? I know we're not the only ones" I said. I was slightly surprised at how much I had managed to convince myself. "Oh and what's your name? I've told you mind now fess up" I said crossing my arms over my chest, frowning slightly. I flapped my wings and hovered about one or two feet in the air. I loved the feeling of always being on top. Mainly because so many times I was used to being on the bottom.

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(I apologize if this post seems....meh...I was very tired when I wrote, but I doubt I'll have time to get this in tomorrow, so I had to do it tonight. Might be too busy tomorrow morning. Once again, I apologize.)

Mike
(@ Guardian Angel, My rping my not exactly be the way yours is, but I tried my best to keep him in character.)

Mike’s glance idly passed over the back door of roof. Just a few more minutes and he would be home free. Distracting these kids was what he had come up here to do. Distracting he had done.

For a moment, all of them were silent, Vampire, and Avians alike. The atmosphere felt tense with anxiety and anticipation, and Mike felt sour regret bubbling up inside of. These kids had a chance. They should’ve run.

Abruptly one disappeared from his view. If Mike was panicked, he didn’t show. But the kid had just disappeared, vanished, out of sight.

Invisible.

Just then his phone vibrated, an almost indiscernible feeling against the thickness of his protective gear. But, then again, he was Vampire. Everything was different through these eyes. What was dull to a human was as clear as daylight to him.

He flipped open the phone, keeping a careful eye on each child, even acting as though he could see the one that had disappeared.

“Boss, we’re good to go. We’ve got the building surrounded. Caught a couple o’ them mutants up by a dumpster too. Sent six of the men after them. We’ve got about 20 remaining, three in the store, incognito, five surrounding the perimeter, ten above the clouds ready to come down.”

“Clear.” Mike said, before snapping the phone shut.

In an almost regretful whisper, he said, “Time’s up.”

Flipping off the roof, he did a loop, before flying upwards.

Then all hell broke loose.

@Marcy, Matt, and Brendan


The Vamp dove down from the clouds, his colleagues following suit. Immediately, his vision clouded red. He would have to resist the urge to smash these kids brains right through their skulls, as was the typical Vampire way. All of them would.

They jetted past Mike, diving to whichever kid was closest.

One grabbed the girl in a deadlock, trying to choke her into submission. Two others aimed for the same girl, coming down with incomprehensible speed.

Another Vamp whipped the blonde boy in his head with his foot and devastating accuracy.

Three others came down on the spot where the invisible boy had been formerly standing, whipping their arms back and fourthly, blindly aiming for the kid. They had to catch him at some point.

Two others descended upon the adult male, grabbing him by each arm.

@Taylor and Sam


The six vampires were descending upon these in particular two children with a slow speed. The kids were close to the public. They had to be careful.

With a brief nod from the head of the small splinter group, an in particularly fast female shot out and caught the blonde girl, who had been floating off the ground a bit, by her head, snapping her teeth dangerously close to the girls ears.

“Why don’t I cut all the pretty hair off from this head,” The Vamp hissed into her ear.

Another went to apprehend the boy, crashing into him with brute force.

The rest followed slowly, lips pulled back in frightening smiles.

“Say hello, to goodbye,” one growled, grinning like a maniac.

Marceline


I was barely able to screech before a Vampire grabbed me by my throat, causing my former screech to choke out of my mouth.

Another was dashing from my feet, at which point I promptly thought, fight, fight, fight.

Using the choker as a prop I raised my feet, ignoring my stifling lungs, and kicked the incoming Vamp in the face. He screamed, pulling back and holding his nose. Then, in a split second decision, I decided to use the shield.

It erupted from my skin, a light blue sheen, with enough force to frighten the choker away. He banged at it, causing an immediate headache.

But I couldn’t stop to think. Another was already clawing at my shirt. Up, up, and away. I dropped my shield as I ascended, looking down only to observe who was following me.

I flapped powerfully, using my speed to my advantage. I had fast flight. One of my few freak powers. But if I kept it up at this rate…I would lose too much energy between fighting and flying.

And so, folding my wings, I dropped like a rock. The three Vamps that had been tailgating me yelped as fell back down, smashing head on with the very third.

We tumbled in the sky, before I snapped my wings out, catching myself the last minute. I was only faintly aware of my bleeding nose, the pain in my back when my wings opened, the bleeding left wing.

Pain. Dead on pain.

Matthew


“Ow,” I shouted, holding the left side of my face. There was a delicate trail of blood dripping from my lips, and I almost felt sorry for my face. Too bad, I’d already been hit like that at the Ward.

“Sucker,” I shouted in a Vampire esque voice, and I turned back around to smash my fist into his forehead. His eyes bulged out, faltering with the surprise attack.

Looking up I spotted Marcy. She was dropping. Fast.

Just as I was about to snap out after her, the Vamp jumped me from behind, sinking his claw like hands into my shoulders.

I gasped, stuck between fear, and panic for my sister. Only when I saw her floating slightly above to ground did I feel safe to resist the Vamp. Dropping down, I rolled on my back, tumbling along with the Vampire, and trying to grab for his wings.

God this was going to be a long night.

Euro


What the hell. The knew exactly where to strike. Holding my arms like pitbulls, both vamps gave me devilish grins.

I frowned, trashing around. One of the Vampires tripped, clear surprise flashing across his face, surprised with my strength. The other, however, was a bit more resilient.

He held onto my arm, aiming his teeth for me. Ew. I jolted my half lemur leg upwards, kicking him in his chin. He gasped, and blood burbled from his mouth before the second grabbed my tail and pulled.

God, I think this was how Goku felt every time his tail got cut off. Except, mine was still intact. My lips pursed together, and, doing a roundabout, I clipped the Vamp in his ribs. He crumpled to the ground, and I flew up towards the sky before broken jaw there grabbed my foot.

“Coming with me, huh?” I asked.

I looked around.

We were surrounded.

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"Yeah" Taylor sighed and Samuel drooped his head in response before sighing hesitantly, he then paused before saying reassuringly "I'm sure others like us, have escaped. I mean we escaped the Ward, right?" Samuel thought sadly to himself 'For now anyway' as he knew deep in his heart that he wouldn't escape the Ward until he was dead, or they were destroyed. Fat chance of that happening. Perhaps he and Taylor were just delaying the inevitability, of dying or going back to the Ward. Although Samuel would rather die then go back to that place, he would just keep running he guessed and stay out of the Ward's path and hope for the best.

Samuel found himself lingering on the thought of finding others like himself. It sounded promising, and somewhat rewarding, as he'd have someone to talk to, someone who would understand what he went through, what he's going through. Samuel was glad that he had found the presence of another like himself, and he felt a certain reluctance to part company with her, although he was almost certain that they would have to at some point, this troubled Samuel's mind and he quickly tried to shake it from his mind.

"Maybe we should look for them? I know we're not the only ones" Samuel nodded in agreement "Yes, we." he repeated putting emphasis on the word 'we' it gave a particularly nice sensation and he almost repeated it again, but he refrained from doing so, he didn't want to look like a complete fool after all. "Oh and what's your name? I've told you mind now fess up" Taylor hovered two feet into the air, and crossed her arms frowning, Samuel grinned before speaking roughly, "I'm Samuel. It's a pleasure to meet you." He was surprised at how eloquently he had said that, and managed a short dry chuckle afterwards, he guessed he was a gentleman at heart.

Samuel didn't feel quite right he heard something, and for some odd reason he felt paranoid. Samuel paused concluding that his mind was playing tricks on him, after all he hadn't slept for awhile, and he was completely starving, he noticed he still had that pastry in his hand he hadn't eaten it yet. His stomach grumbled and he sighed, his hunger was beginning to become an inconvenience, as it wasn't particularly painful, it was mostly annoying.

Samuel glanced back at Taylor before casually saying "C'mon get down from there. You could attract unwanted attentio-" he was interrupted when something shot at Taylor, and grabbed her head, Samuel's eyes widened and he gasped, it was a female vampire "Why don’t I cut all the pretty hair off from this head,” she practically hissed into Taylor's ear. Samuel dashed towards Taylor frantically, desperate to help her, but there were several more and one crashed into him and he slid along the floor and yelled with surprise. His chest muscles seemed to absorb most of the damage, and any damage that Samuel had sustained would be fixed in a few minutes.

As Samuel lay on the floor with the vampire that had tackled him, his eyes focused on several more which were slowly following. Samuel's mind was frantic, and in pure panic, how did they find him? was his main concern, did Taylor lead him here into a ambush? He doubted it since Taylor seemed to be getting the same treatment he got. “Say hello, to goodbye,” one of them growled, he couldn't tell which, although Samuel knew he wasn't going down without a fight. He didn't have enough electricity to deal with all of them, he could stun them though, he nodded quickly warming up to the theory. Samuel's eyes snapped shut and he let off a discharge of massive static electricity in the area, he didn't know if he caught all of them in the blast, he hoped Taylor had managed to avoid it.

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I nodded. "Samuel" I repeated slowly as if testing the words inside my mouth.

"C'mon get down from there. You could attract unwanted attentio-"
Before he could finish, something grabbed at my head and I jerked sideways. Instinctively, I put up both of my hands, clutching my face as if that would stop whoever was trying to pull my head off. "Why don’t I cut all the pretty hair off from this head?” She hissed. I froze and a brief shudder ran through my body. I could feel her breathing on me, oh god it was gross. It took everything inside me not to shudder again. I saw Samuel out the corner of my, on the ground. One of the vampires had knocked him to the ground.

This made my blood boil. I began to thrash around, bringing my foot up as high as I could, then swinging it back. I felt the heel of my foot hit her flesh, probably her knee and her grip on me loosened slightly. But did I take this chance to try and get away? Hell no. I kept bringing my foot back and hitting, hitting and hitting. Each time I connected with flesh and then the grip on me loosened completely. I swung around and flew backwards as she lunged at me. I balled my hand into a fist and swung. My fist decided to say hello to her nose and blood started pouring. I looked around for something to use telekinesis on. The only obvious thing was the dumpster but id I really have time to try and move something that big and that heavy that quick?

"Say hello to goodbye" a voice growled and I turned to see a vamp. I charged right at him only to be knocked aside from the female vamp from before. I went sailing sideways, still in the air. I looked just in time to see her heading towards me. Blood was streaming quickly from her nose. Good lord, what was her deal? Couldn't she wait or something?

She and I were both fairly low to the ground. She stopped though and flew towards the ground, running at me. Was she going to fly at me at full speed by getting a running start? Just in case, I flew upwards slightly, reading to fight. Then out of nowhere she stopped and dropped to the ground. Well I for once was very surprise. Then I looked at Samuel to see if he had anything to do with it. I was of course correct. A few of the other vamps were also stunned. I nodded impressed. That was definitely a useful power.

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"All remaining forces, move in; and take care to remember that lethal force is not an option." Mike spoke into the phone with a commanding tone. One had to be firm with Vampires, they tended to challange other Vampires for rights as leader. Mike put down many vamps, that's why he was never challanged. He was feared amongst even his own, he has a reputation for being cold, calm, and collected. This was an alien trait amongst Vampires. This difference inspired respect through fear. Mike usually was deployed on suicide missions, things that couldn't be done. All things considered, his marks were nearly perfect. His record had a few blemishes, though nothing to be killed over. Mike closed his phone, and put it in one of his chest pouches. He threw off his jacket during his escape. His armor was slightly standard, his was a tad heavier. Mike's suit had to withstand the force of his ability without suffering wear. Mike replaced his phone with an ear piece.

The time for stealth had passed as soon as he realized Marcy and Matt were his targets. A test perhaps? To see if Mike was indeed loyal. He was struggling to coordinate the attack. Mike didn't feel right about this. He could give his forces advice: Avoiding the adult Bird hybrid would be key. From what Mike saw, he was very versed in combat, the experiment had even been gifted with high strength levels. They would need to stop him with sedatives, no the only thing they could do to that experiment now, was to simply keep him occupied. That would mean throwing reserve forces at him whenever possible. The Invisible one would be problematic, Mike would probably suggest finding a way to void that ability. Whether that means pouring water all over the ground, or marking the target somehow. Marcy and Matt were tough, but all one had to do was throw enough Vamps at them, and they would fall eventually. Mike didn't have intel on any other bird kids, so it would be vital to focus on the ones he did know how to counter. Atleast somewhat anyways.

Mike maintained radio silence, and swooped up to a building. He sat on the side, dangling his feet over the edge. Mike folded his wings in, the leathery texture of the membrane rubbing on his spine always made him want to shiver. He used his sharp eyes and senses to observe the battle field. Mike looked at his hands, scarred by cuts, his knuckles worn by countless punches. Mike stood up, his wings jumped out from his back. Soon two vamps landed on either side of him. One was too afraid to make eye contact, none-the-less he still spoke. "There is a bird kid in the woods, should we engage?"

Mike nodded and told them both to go. After they left Mike leapt into action. He allowed himself to fall, he flew low and as fast as possible. A few of the vamps that engaged the two bird kids behind the store had flatlined. Mike grunted, and flew over the battle. He signaled for three vamps, and pointed at Matt. Mike made a circle in the air with one finger. They'd understand, Mike wanted them to keep Matt out of the air for as long as possible. Marcy seemed to be occupied. The adult bird kid was proving problematic. Mike signaled at two more bird kids in the area to engage the adult.

The only sound Mike could hear was the flapping of his wings. He wanted to change that. Mike drew his sidearm, and signaled the rest of the vampires hovering over Taylor, and Sam to move in. Mike fired two bullets at Sam while still in flight, the projectiles roared towards Sam, coliding with the pavement a foot away where he was positioned. Mike ensured the shots were opposite of the store. His intention was to provide incentive for Sam and Taylor to move towards the other group of bird kids. Together the bird kids could wipe the floor with any number of vamps. Together they can do this. Mike was confident. The lack of powers hampered his vampires. Mike's guilt silently lessened. He spiraled through the air. Mike knew what he was doing was wrong, but he had to get into the fight. He landed on the roof, he masked the sadness of his aching heart. The weakness his emotion gave him. His reluctance to cause pain. Mike was about to charge until his radio came to life. "Mike flank around, stay airborne, if the experiments get away we'll need a heading." A scientist spoke through the Communications network. Mike nodded, and took to the skies once more.

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Samuel immediately felt the drain from using his abilities he stumbled backwards almost colliding with the floor again, he somehow retained his footing and remained standing barely. He had just used the last of his electrical potential, he needed to recharge either through his natural process which only generated so much power or through absorbing some more energy, which certainly packed more of a punch but he doubted he'd be able to obtain it during this situation, as it took time to refill his energy levels.

Samuel wearily looked around, before noticing Taylor she had managed to avoid the blast, which made Samuel sigh with relief as a weight was lifted off his chest. Although the blast was certainly not lethal, he was sure it hurt, but nevertheless he was glad to see Taylor unharmed. As Taylor nodded obviously impressed, Samuel was hesitant before muttering unsure "I don't think I can do that again. At least not for awhile." Samuel noted he had caught a couple of the vamps in his blast, he was impressed by this feat and smiled mostly to himself, proud of his actions. This should give them leeway to make a run for it.

As Samuel was going to signal Taylor to take flight, he heard the roar of a gun his sensitive hearing picked up on this almost instantly and he fell backwards quickly trying to avoid it, only to notice the bullet marks about a foot away from him, he yelped at how close the bullets had been from hitting him before shuddering. Samuel's head looked up towards the source of the bullets where he saw a vampire hovering a gun in hand, as Samuel twitched he managed to note that several other vampires were descending in on them, it looked like the one who had fired the gun was leading them or something, he didn't realize vampires could do that due to them being so, violent which was the only word that came to mind besides crazy, viscous and pure evil.

Samuel twisted his gaze away from the sky when the vampires had nearly descended to the ground, staying in this enclosed space suddenly seemed like a bad idea, taking to the skies seemed like the way to go, he noted. As he slowly observed the scene, he twisted his head back before calling to Taylor, "We should really get out of here..." his eyes widened as he noticed the vamps landing on the ground, "Because they're calling in the cavalry." his voice was dry, and somewhat sarcastic.

In a second Samuel was in the air, flying past the vampires and maneuvering through the buildings away from the store. He wasn't sure how he had exactly avoided the vampires as he was sure one could have easily grabbed him, but he guessed he underestimated his prowess in flying. He flew very shortly but rose above buildings, he had hoped Taylor had begun to follow behind him but he couldn't risk checking. His flight was short however, as a couple the vampires that had followed, had managed to beat him to the ground. It seemed like a war zone, as he couldn't fly without being swarmed, hit body was covered in bruises which he was sure would heal in mere minutes, a minor inconvenience, he was more worried about Taylor.

Samuel noted that flying was suicide so he had to run, which attracted some vampires. As Samuel paused he could hear a fight just as viscous as the one he was previously in, he emerged from the area only to have his jaw drop, there were several others like him fighting a dozen or so vampires, he stood there bewildered by the situation for a second he looked totally out of it, not sure how to react. His eyes scanned through the others, he hadn't even traveled that far only a block or so, and now he had stumbled across this.

Samuel's mind finally sparked, before it focused on Taylor. He quickly turned around to see if she had followed or was in virew, but all he felt was a fist colliding with his face, he fell to the floor. A vampire was behind him howling with delight at its hit, Samuel scowled rubbing his cheek, before he promptly using both his legs, kicked it full force in the stomach it reeled back, giving Samuel some breathing space, as he scurried to his feet, Samuel looked around even more bewildered at the situation then before.

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I had quickly flown towards the ground as Samuel began to recover. He seemed okay, but as he mentioned he probably wouldn't be using his power again, I sighed. Oh well then. I jumped, nearly flying into the air at the sound of gunshots. I folded my wings in slightly, afraid of getting them hit. I looked to see if they had hit Samuel since the sound was closer to him but nope. Thank god, I would have panicked if they did. Still, they were too close for comfort. Using my main ability, I searched and saw red moving shapes moving towards us.

Just great. I let out a annoyed hiss. "We should really get out of here..." Samuel started "Because they're calling in the cavalry." I smirked slightly and nodded. Samuel took off into the air, and I glanced at the vamps once more, taking off after him. I kept him in my line of sight while at the same time, glancing back to see if they were following us. And it's pretty hard trying to make sure you’re following someone and at the same time make sure you’re not being followed. Of course though Samuel started landing and I followed, narrowly avoiding a Vampires grasp as I landed. I ran to catch up with him and then saw them. More bird people like us. And more vamps.

Honestly though, I was still caught up on the bird kid thing. The vamps were sort of forgotten for a split second. It was still hard to ignore the joy filling up inside me. Though, I was snapped back into reality as strong hands put me in a tight headlock. I grunted. My eyes quickly searched for anything, anything at all to help me. A few lone rocks laid on the ground. It wasn't much but it was something. Concentrating (hard to do when the life is being squeezed out of you) I stared at the rocks. One by one, they slowly rose and flew straight towards me. I flicked my eyes upward, and they quickly changed position. I could hear the vamp wince and let out a small "ow."

Rocks didn't have much effect, but they distracted him, and I wrenched upwards. For a split second I saw Samuel kicking a Vamp in its stomach. Then I had to resume to my own fight. I bit down hard on its hand, and it let out a pained wail. I continued biting though, harder, while at the same time thrusting my elbow backwards into his stomach. He let go of me, and my mouth remained on his mouth for a few seconds, before I kicked him in his rib, and then flew up to survey the scene.

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God, I was bleeding from head to toe. My Vamp lay on the ground, arm broken, coughing up blood. His blood shot eyes roamed over to my face and we stared each other down for a few minutes.

"Well?" His voice was gruff, sounding almost impatient, as he asked the question.

"Well, what?"

"Aren't you going to kill me?" he spat, looking devastated now. Understanding washed over me, and for a moment, all I could do was stare at him.

"Dude," I said, as calmly as I possibly could, "I'm not a monster. I don't kill other uselessly. And I'm not going to kill you."

Turning away before he could answer, I swooped up into the sky. My sister was tangling with a Vampire. It looked like she was trying to pull its hair out of its head, and I stifled a pained laugh watching her ungracefully tear off a lump. The Vamp held its bald spot, hissing and roaring like a maniac, and attempting a snap at Marce's neck. My sis was damaged pretty badly. One of her wings looked like it'd taken on a pretty sore hit. She looked like she was limping in the air, if that makes any sense.

As for me, one of my arms had been twisted. It'd eventually pop back into place.

Euro had taken his fight to the ground. He seemed to be holding up. One of the four Vamps that'd been attacking him had retreated, probably due to some painful injury or another.

Surveying my surrounding I was able to spot two new additions. No not more Vamps. Two bird kids. One, a male, was in a scuffle with a Vamp, giving it a good kick to the ribs, and then rolling away.

Another one, a female, had flown up in the sky.

Taking one pained breath, I flew up to her. She looked okay, not hurt, but it never hurt to ask.

"You okay?" I asked, realizing how weird it was that a random bird kid had just flown up to her without much thought for introductions. Without waiting for her answer, I motioned to the boy, "Is he your friend?"

Hey, what can I say. In the middle of a battle I was trying to figure out relations.

I'm such a lady killer.

Besides that, the Vamps were slowly falling away, and there seemed to be less and less of them fighting.

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Mike's eyes grew sad once he realized all of the carnage he let ensue. He should've put an end to it sooner. Mike counted a few were dead already, and the birdkids were getting hurt as is. Mike had done his job, Mike was sure that his forces were just practice. If the Ward was serious they would've deployed helicopters, maybe a few tranq units to back everyone up. His troops were armed with weapons that they simply weren't allowed to use. He gave a deep sigh, a headache was starting to manifest itself, as Mike swooped down with his rifle slung to his back. Mike broadcasted on all channels. The more experience his team had, the better they'd be. Even if that meant keeping them alive after a failed op. That's what Mike told himself anyways. He knew that he hated to see his kind die. He hated all of the death in his life. Senseless death.

"All able troops, we are pulling the wounded out. Disengage, we are in no condition to keep fighting." Mike looked out for his own, even if they were crazed animals. He swooped down, and landed on the roof where Matt has disposed of his vampire. Mike knelt down, one broken arm. Internal bleeding, probably punctured a lung. Broken ribs were likely, for that was the most common wound Vampires usually suffered due to their unprotected ribcages. Mike picked up his fellow vamp, and briefly glanced at the bird kids before leaving. His wings pumped hard to get himself and his cargo out of harms way. Mike angled away with a flock of surviving vampires, carrying the wounded. Mike looked down at the male vampire in his arms. "You did good today, remember that." That's all Mike was willing to say. Mike only knew one thing for certain, though he hated it. He would have to actually fight the next time he met those bird kids. The Ward wouldn't want one of their most lethal fighters sitting back, worthless as he was.

Mike traveled for only a little while, flying as fast as he could. Mike made sure his beacon was running, for he didn't want shooters to kill him on sight. Mike landed once he got the go ahead. "Get the med teams ready, we have a few wounded." Mike spoke calmly. He knew the Ward would just throw a few of them away, but Mike had to try to save the few he could.

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“Huh?”

I stumbled (if possible in the air) at the sound of a voice startling me. I turned; arms raised but instead find one of the bird kids. Oops. I glanced over at Samuel. Were we friends? Well maybe, considering all the crap we had gone through together. “Yeah” I say nodding. “Maybe we should go help him” I suggested and took off, folding my wings in so I plummeted downwards. At the last few seconds, I opened them up, yanking backwards with a quick landing. I loved doing that. I made sure to land near Samuel, glancing up to see if he followed. The vampires were steadily decreasing. It seemed like luck was on our side for now.

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Samuel


Samuel quickly reaffirmed himself to the ground and hazily brushed his clothes from the grit that covered them, he then remembered the danger he was in and shook his head raggedly before quickly looking up in panic looking for his foe. The vampire that he had kicked had reeled back from his hit, it hissed before spitting out some incoherent gibberish which seemed like a insult directed at Samuel, then it took off from the ground and flew high up into the sky and into the distance. Samuel took a quick breath before looking around again, the Vampire's numbers seemed to lessen, and seemed to be getting thinner by the minute, Samuel smiled before sighing with relief, confident that they have won this battle. Samuel still felt slightly scared and wary at how sudden this attack had been of course, he feared another like this but at the same time felt the buzz of victory washed over him, filling him with overconfidence and a slight over-eagerness to fight.

Although their numbers had lessened, a few vampires were still focused on the battle and were reluctant to stop. Samuel knew this battle was lost to them, but they probably didn't, they lived for this after all and most didn't know when to stop. Samuel noted a few stragglers but other than that the place was clear, he was still in wonderment at how swiftly it ended and he nodded triumphantly, before wondering if anyone normal had seen this, he thought not as the Ward were smart, and had probably prepared for this, but he still had his doubts on the situation. His eyes flicked forward and he flapped his wings for effect, before hearing his stomach rumble louder than it has ever been, "I'm starving." Samuel moaned to himself recalling how he had dropped his previous snack. He tried not to dwell on it, he'd get some food later, right now he had to focus on this.

As Samuel heard the wind break he heard a scuffle against the ground someone had landed near him, Samuel turned quickly and almost yelped before immediately relaxing, it was just Taylor after that he felt relief wash over him, she had made it and was okay. He looked at her before grinning, "I think we've got this fight in the bag..." he then glanced at her curiously, "I can't believe there were so many of us in the same area..." his mind didn't know what to think, all of them in the same area was surely to big to just be a coincidence, but he wasn't very sure on the matter. His eyes looked forward on the stragglers of the area, before he muttered "Then again there's still a few of the vamps left..."

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Character Portrait: Taylor Rice Character Portrait: Samuel Echtin Character Portrait: Euro Character Portrait: Matthew "Matt" Bernard Character Portrait: Marceline "Marcy" Bernard

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Matthew


My lips pursed as I dived after the girl following her at a more leisurely pace. The battle was over. The Vamps were retreating. Now all that was left were the bird freaks.

But that didn’t necessarily make us (you know, Marce and me) friends with them. Heck, it didn’t even make us acquaintances. Not yet, anyway. When you come from a place like the Ward, the first thing you learn is to trust no one (with the exception of us unbreakably close siblings). My worries for both of our new mutants had been subdued. Neither one of them seemed terribly hurt, which put them back up on the “suspect list”. Like I said, trust no one.

By the time we landed, I realized a very important thing. I hadn’t taken a good look at either one of the new additions. Shamelessly, I turned to graze my eyes over the girl.

She was pretty. She would have been prettier if she’d had a bath, but when you’re a mutant on the run from a bunch of freaky scientists, trying to survive the wilds and not get killed is your number one priority. It’s kind of hard to fit bath time into that schedule. She was short, shorter than Marce, but I supposed she was an average human female height, which would probably make her stand out much less in a crowd of normal people.

Prying my eyes away, I turned to take a good look at the boy. He was shorter than me, too. I was about 5’8, whereas Marce was about 5’6. As you can see, we either: a) Come from a family of tall freaks, or b) were messed around with to be that tall. Whatever the situation, we not exactly little people. Well anyway, back to the other guy. He had wild, uncontrollably jet black hair, tousled up in a mess on his head, and I nonchalantly wondered if I could one day rock that look. Nah, not my style.

The boy had been saying something, and by the time I zoned back in from my observations, his words had passed right through my brain. I picked up on the idea that there was relief, since the Vamps were retreating, and some amazement that there were more winged freaks in the world. Wonderful.

My lips parted, and I was in the process of asking what their names were, when my sister landed next to us with a soft thud. Boy, she looked beat up. Her sweater had a defined lined of blood running down it, no doubt soaking to her under shirt, whereas her jeans had been ripped up a bit. What’s worse was that her left wing seemed to be stiff and mutilated with a flurry of loose feathers, claw marks, and blood, and it was giving me a bit of a panic attack. She looked bad. And yet her face, bloody nose and all, had this tough-as-nails look on it. That’s Marce. She’s a survivor.

Marceline


Gosh, I hated the way my brother was looking at me. He was taking in every cut, scrape, and bruise I had, and was knowingly thinking the same thoughts that I was: I was in pain.

But we had two new editions with us. And I did not like to look weak in front of anyone but my brother.

My mouth parted for a moment, a small opening between my thin lips, as I evaluated and grouped together my thoughts. The adult mutant landed next to me. He wasn’t the tallest (standing maybe an inch above me), but he had a strong, dominant, almost too confident look to him, that I assumed came along with the whole “I’m an adult” thing. Admittedly, he was kind of handsome, but not my type. You know, you can never trust adults. Though, I had a feeling this guy was on our side.

The two other kids seemed to be acquainted with one another somehow, and they showed an easy recognition of one another. Matthew fell back from the girl’s side to flank me, scratching the back of his head as he did a casual 360 of the place. After all, it’s better to be safe than sorry. He gave me a quick, barely recognizable, thumbs up, that told me we seemed to be safe in the darkness. His eyes roved over to my left wing (as did the adult’s) and both their brow furrowed. I refused to look. I hated to show weakness, and hate to be afraid. I hated the fear of seeing just how bad I was damaged...What if…my flying…

Focus Marce, focus.

First and foremost:

“What are your names?” I asked motioning to the new editions. My voice was hardened, almost demanding, and I wondered if I should have regretted the commanding tone. I wasn’t the leader (and definitely not the adult) but it felt like me, talking like this.

“Euro,” the adult replied. I nodded, waiting for the rest of their responses, and casually throwing Matthew a look. He nodded ever so slightly, telling me he was there, that he wasn’t going to leave me. If Matthew had been born first, he would have been a great older brother.

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Taylor

I tensed slightly. I know what I said about being happy there were more bird kids but now I just felt on guard. We had just met them and sure they seemed to be battling on our side but still, anything could change. Uh-oh more paranoia. I looked at Samuel. "No biggie, they're retreating" I said, shrugging. I glanced at the guy from before. He was studying us but for what? Did we look suspicious?

I hate when I get this way. It's annoying so I decided to put an end to this. Closing my eyes tightly I took a few deep breaths then opened them. I looked at the others and let out a relived sight as I blinked a few times. My head hurts a little bit now. I shouldn't do that for a while I think solemnly to myself.

I look up as the girl from before asks for our names. One of them, an adult introduces himself as Euro. It's a cool name and simple. I rub my neck which is aching slightly. "Taylor" I say, still attempting to massage my neck. What i give for a really nice nap right now. A comfortable bed, a fridge stocked with food. All I need is one day to get myself together and then maybe I would fill like fighting again.

I wince slightly as I lower my arm. Everything freaking hurts.

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Samuel


"No biggie, they're retreating" Samuel nodded at Taylor's response before he casually glanced at the boy behind her, he seemed to descend at a leisurely pace which caused Samuel to snort briefly. Samuel's eyes then lolled upwards as he saw two more bird-people land, he flinched at both of their landings but he didn't know why, surprise he supposed but he felt a certain unease, which didn't really help the situation.

In total there were three besides him and Taylor, he observed them calmly running a cool eye over each of them, he was sure they were doing the same: one was a male an adult he stood roughly at Samuel's height and carried a certain vibe; next was another boy, he was taller than the adult but undoubtedly looked younger; last was the girl, she looked beat up pretty bad her wing looked a mess and Samuel frowned hesitantly before pausing, not sure how to react.

“What are your names?” The girl cut in her voice was hard and demanding, Samuel lowered his gaze to the ground as the adult introduced himself as Euro, he wasn't sure what the name meant but then again most names didn't really have a meaning, but nevertheless it certainly was a cool name. As Taylor introduced herself Samuel leaned against himself into a more comfortable position, Samuel squinted through the dark, he had amazing eyesight but alas it couldn't penetrate the darkness.

"Samuel..." He said wearily waving his left arm, he then stifled a yawn. Samuel absentmindedly began to examine his own injuries briskly, he lifted up his left sleeve tiredly, to see a faint bruise which was slowly receding into itself leaving behind unmarked flesh, good he had already healed most of the damage he had received today, a small mercy he was thankful for. His eyes slowly descended back onto the group, as he tilted his head curiously, but also slightly anxious.

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Matthew


Euro, Taylor, and Samuel. I let the names sink in before commenting, “Nice names.”

Giving a nonchalant grin, I said, “I’m Matthew.”

I waved timidly feeling shy for the first time in eons. There weren’t any high amounts of adrenaline or testosterone pumping through my bloodstream anymore, and so I had cooled down a copious amount of degrees. Which left me feeling out of place and awkward. Among mutants. I mean, gosh, I must have taken a beating to the head because usually I was the outgoing sarcastic idiot in the bunch. But hey, it was a new experience, meeting so many of us in one area. Almost overwhelming.

Clearing my throat I tried to deliver a sarcastic line to smooth over the atmosphere.

“At least Dracula and his hoard of bats are gone now.”

Which was true. Mike and the Vampires had disappeared from sight and sound. Not even my night vision was able to spot them standing out amongst the darkness of the Arizonian scenery.

That left us safe for now. But safety didn’t make up for the damage we’d taken. I winced as my left arm ached painfully, reminding me that the bone had probably twisted out of place somehow. It sounded much more gruesome than it looked, and caused a prolific amount of pain.

Marce jabbed me with a feather light touch in the ribs, her silent way of telling me to shut up.

Wait.

Marce jabbed me with a feather light touch? Marce’s average form of gentle would have still had me wincing. She was never that soft. The girl had beaten me with disinfectant smelling lego blocks in the Ward, for crying out loud. When she was three. There was no way she was going soft on me now.

“Marce,” I said, anxiously realizing she had deterred to give her name.

“I can’t feel my wrrrring….”

“Marce?....!” I yelped, snapping forward as my sister slowly began tilting to the side, still burbling out incoherent words. Catching her in my arms, I flinched, watching her limp wing smack the ground with a soft thud, and ignoring the dull pain that plagued my left shoulder. Her other wing was neatly, and tightly folded up against her back, and I wondered if she’d been straining to do so to the other, now dead looking, wing as well.

“Marce!” I shouted, feeling myself begin to panic. My muscles seemed to lock up, and every instinct screamed for me to either fight of fly away.

“Can’t. Feel. Wing.” She forced out of her lips as I continued my internal debate. Her lids threatened to close on her, giving her that groggy six A.M. look.

Euro


I stared at the girl, mind boggled with her condition. I hadn’t seen the full extent of the damage to her wing till now. The long jagged claw mark had ripped right through some of her muscle, and if I knew any better, the source of her fainting was due, not to the damage, but from her blood loss.
Her eyelids fluttered open now and then, and she murmured words that would have been barely audible to any average human.

I frowned. She needed a hospital. My eyes roamed up to the faces of Taylor and Samuel, before exchanging looks with a horrified Matthew.

“She needs a hospital,” I said calmly, keeping an eye on Matt just in case the kid snapped at my suggestion.

“It’s the only way we can help her. We can’t fly her there, so we’ll need to hitchhike. And by hitchhike, I mean steal a car.” I was already appraising a few of the parked up vehicles, trying to determine which would be both the easiest to steal, as well as the fastest.

And then, a thought occurred to me. Biting my lip for a nanosecond, I turned to Matthew and said, “She’s your sister. So it’s your choice weather you want to save her not, but…”

I turned to Taylor and Samuel, trying to give my best big kid smile, “You guys aren’t related to them, from what I understand. If Matthew chooses to go along with this, you two are welcome to either come along for the ride, or leave. It’s all up to you.” I said slowly, calculating the effect that each word would have on both kids. They looked to be around the same age as Matthew and his sister, which I could only guess was about fifteen or fourteen. However, all four could have easily passed for older.

I wondered if they would accept the offer. I figured that none of them had any real homes (exemplified by Matthew and his sister stealing food earlier), but Taylor and Samuel weren’t related to either one of them. I curiously wondered if they cared to join a group like this, one with more “freaks”. Or were they out on the run for themselves?

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My eyes widened and I felt myself step back.

“Can’t. Feel. Wing.”

I instinctively reached out to touch my own wings then stopped. Instead I began to bite my lip hard. It was probably the only think keeping me from freaking out.

The guy near me, Euro, suggested taking her to a hospital. I don't know why but I immediately thought "Bad idea" but of course it was probably the best thing to do which made me not want to go more.

Then there was talk about hitchhiking. I could feel myself zone out slowly as I tried to think and register my thoughts. Closing my eyes, I pressed my fingers to my temples and inhaled and exhaled. "I want to come along. If that's okay with you all" I said as calmly as I could then open my eyes slowly and looked over at Samuel waiting for his opinion. Personally, I couldn't just leave them here. I don't know why, considering the fact that I didn't even know them all that well.

But I guess I’m a nice person, which could have its disadvantages and advantages. I glanced at the girl's wing, studying it. It took everything inside me not to look away. "The hospital seems like the best answer” I said and couldn’t help but notice how shaky my voice felt.

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Character Portrait: Taylor Rice Character Portrait: Samuel Echtin Character Portrait: Euro Character Portrait: Matthew "Matt" Bernard Character Portrait: Marceline "Marcy" Bernard

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Samuel


Samuel tried to remain detached and focus on something else rather than the idle chatter, he still managed however to pick out key bits of information such as the boy's name but he was more focused on the matters at hand, and frankly was still shaken by how quickly everything seemed to be going, he convinced himself he'd adapt to it eventually which seemed to lessen the shock, and give him some breathing room. Samuel drifted downwards, before he realized he still hadn't had anything to eat, as hunger once again set in immediately he scowled before trying to focus on something else. Which brought him to his other need. Electricity. He needed to recharge and although he had built up some power, he needed more if he wanted to assure himself he'd be ready for another attack but that would have to wait he guessed as it wasn't his top priority.

Samuel's eyes focused and he felt slight unease as the one known as Matthew spoke “Marce,” it wasn't the words that got his attention it was his voice tone it sounded anxious. “I can’t feel my wrrrring….” The girl then began to tilt to the side, Matthew yelled her name before snapping forward catching her as her damaged wing hit the ground softly. Samuel looked clearly alarmed, he knew the girl had accumulated some injuries but he didn't think they were that serious. "Marce!" Matthew shouted, the reply was most worrying “Can’t. Feel. Wing.” the words sounded forced and Samuel quickly stepped forward.

Samuel could see the girl's wing clearer now, and it looked bad he couldn't deny that. The muscle looked shredded, as paralleled claw marks ran up her wing, she also seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness. “She needs a hospital” Euro suggested calmly, and Samuel shuddered carefully at the suggestion. Samuel regained himself and he thought carefully about the prospect, through Samuel's limited experience through the world he knew most doctors wouldn't really know about bird anatomy let alone a person with functioning wings, and that several mutants walking into the hospital looking like they've been in a grave fight would attract a lot of attention. Samuel also felt that several loose ends hadn't been tied up, but he supposed most of them never will.

“It’s the only way we can help her. We can’t fly her there, so we’ll need to hitchhike. And by hitchhike, I mean steal a car.” Euro continued, Samuel felt like objecting since he hated the thought of being inside one of those contraptions, but decided that he'd bring up his questions later about the decision, that is if he hadn't left as he was still deciding if he should stay or go, the question confused him greatly so he remained silent. Euro then bit his lip briefly before turning to Matthew, “She’s your sister. So it’s your choice weather you want to save her not, but…”

Euro then turned looking at Taylor and Samuel, he smiled but Samuel could feel something serious about to be brought up, which increased his tension. “You guys aren’t related to them, from what I understand. If Matthew chooses to go along with this, you two are welcome to either come along for the ride, or leave. It’s all up to you.” Samuel gulped, before he looked down towards the ground weighing out his options. Surviving alone would be a lot easier, but traveling in a group did have its bonuses as well, perhaps the Ward would think twice before coming after them he doubted it, but there's safety in numbers as far as he knew.

Samuel heard Taylor agree to Euro's offer as Samuel felt a certain pressure settle onto his back, he tried to readjust himself before as calmly as he could state, "Yeah I'll travel with you guys..." his voice and his body was shaking, Samuel wasn't used making big decisions due to the weight of the subject, but he was glad he didn't just stand there like an idiot drooling. Samuel then looked back up, "Are you guys sure about the hospital? I mean... would doctors even know how we work? Honestly a vet would probably know more knowledge about a wing..." he paused before continuing "And a hospital is a very, very public place..." he sighed before stating, "I'm just not so sure..." he then reaffirmed himself, and spoke more confidently, "But if you're certain it's best I'll follow..." he added a dry salute, before chuckling.