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Gavin Blair

When you can be in multiple places at once, the government can't help but take notice.

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a character in “Evolutionary”, as played by kapasso

Description

Physical Description: Gavin is of average height, not quite six feet tall, with ashe-blonde hair and green eyes. He's moderately handsome, but in an average, nondescript way. No one would look at him twice. Unless there were two of him standing there.

Age: Although his story begins when he's in his teens, Gavin is 27 by the time he begins working for the government.

Abilities: Gavin can spawn copies of himself at will in the blink of an eye. A copy can shield him from harm and physically interact with the world around it. Gavin knows what his copies are thinking and feeling at all times. When a copy is hurt, Gavin can feel the pan, but does not actually physically receive the same injury. If a copy is killed, Gavin feels the death, and the copy winks out of existence. If Gavin attempts to make too many copies at once, he can become physically exhausted. If Gavin leaves a copy in existence for too long, they'll start to gain personalities of their own. Gavin especially does not want this to happen. Not after what happened to his "twin".

Personality: Gavin is an honest, open book, and can be a bit naive at times. He's one of those people that others automatically feel comfortable talking too. He hasn't really got all that much to hide.

Background: Gavin's story actually begins on the day of his birth. When his mother went into labor, the doctor informed her that she was giving birth to a set of twins. Both Gavin's mother and father were shocked, considering that the ultrasound had only shown the image of a single baby. The doctor couldn't explain this, and the mother successfully gave birth to two healthy baby boys.

Gavin Blair and his twin brother, Michael Blair, grew up in the United States, in a small suburban community in Colorado. Their family was conservative, the stereotypical Normal Rockwell, nuclear family. Both of them were stand-up guys at the school, always did the right thing, were the guys people turned to in times of trouble. Gavin was on the wrestling team for all four of his high-school years, and Michael was on the football team. Both of them were very friendly and others turned to them when in times of trouble. They had more friends than they new what to do with.

Secretly, Gavin and Michael could hear each other's thoughts, and both thought this strange, but secretly relished in their gifts. They were never alone, even when physically apart, and they didn't bother telling anyone because they they didn't want something to happen to this ability. If a doctor deemed that there was something wrong with them, they didn't want it to be taken away, so they decided not to risk discovery. With such an ability, they could live two, full, happy lives instead of just one, because they both went through whatever the other was going through.

The trouble started, though, when one of Michael's friends, Justin, was being bullied. Justin was a bit effeminate, at least by the standards of several of his classmates, and was taunted for it on a daily basis. One school day, Michael and Justin were walking down the stairs from one of their classes, when a fellow classmate, a brutish burnout, walked buy, lisping and taunting Justin, mimicking his speech. Justin had finally had enough and shoved the bully. The bully didn't respond too well to that. He hauled off and clocked Justin right across the face.

Michael wasn't just going to stand buy and let this happen. He fought Justin's antagonist right there on the landing in the middle of the staircase. In the scuffle, however, he lost his footing and fell backward down the stairs. His head rammed right into the concrete steps, and his neck snapped. And then, right in front of everyone, his body just disappeared. Gone. Gavin Blair's life only began there, after his "twin" blinked out of existence.

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Gavin Blair's Story

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Gavin wished vainly for a glass of Jack and Coke. Oh how he wished for it. It would've done wonders to calm his nerves. He'd never been one for flying. The cabin of the plane shook violently as it rose into the air, as though in the fist of some vengeful Titan. He wanted the comfort of the private jet, but "The Man" hadn't been able to spring for one on such short notice. So here he was, flying Air Canada. Coach.

The man beside him was overstuffed into the seat, much too large to be on a plane, Gavin judged. He figured the man had to be what...bordering three-fifty? If any of his sweat slicked on Gavin's suit, oh...oh there would be hell. He'd have gone in a plain t-shirt, but with the event only hours away, he head to be ready to spring from the plane and on the road as soon as they touched down into whatever hell "The Man" had sent him this time.

Hours Ago
Underground, Just Outside Washington


The walls of the briefing room were lined with a metal alloy, to keep "stray thoughts out," The Man had told Gavin. There was a flat surface that displayed a map of the earth, sitting in the middle of the room, about the size of a boardroom meeting table. The place was dark, save for the pale blue light emanating from the image.

When Gavin entered, The Man looked up at him. The Man was a woman, or, more accurately, "The Man" was the woman's codename. Her level of government clearance was off the charts, somewhere sky high that Gavin could only guess at. Her bearing suited someone of that caliber. She had a firm jaw, and short-cropped no-nonsense hair. Her eyes glimmered with a steely intensity Gavin had never seen in anyone else before. She could've been thirty and she could've been fifty. He didn't even know "The Man's" real name. He probably never would.

"They're popping up everywhere," The Man said. "They're like rabbits these days."

"They," Gavin said. "I'm one of them."

"I'm all too aware of that fact."

Gavin shook his head. "Such disdain."

"You can't blame me for disliking them. It comes down to the fact that I've worked hard to get where I am. And here you are, next to me, green as grass for godssakes and you're standing next to me, taking orders, directly from me. As though you're someone."

Gavin gave her winning smile. "That's the thing. It's not that I'm someone. I'm many someones. Potentially."

She stared at him for a moment. "Potentially. As long as your powers hold out, you're useful. Until then..."

Gavin's brow furrowed. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Just what it sounds like. Some of the other test subjects are showing resistance to the enhancements. Some of them broke. Their powers, that is. They don't have them anymore, or they don't work."

"I went through the tests just fine," Gavin shrugged.

"Yes, you did," The Man said. "Strangely enough. But there are more everyday. We need more like you to keep tabs on them, to keep their powers out of the wrong hands." She nodded at the horizontal screen and gave it a quick flick of a bony finger. "Take this one for instance."

The image of young woman with blonde hair flashed into existence, hovering over the table. She was pretty, by anyone's standards, though she looked vaguely familiar. Gavin felt like he'd seen her before.

"Ophelia Lawrence," The Man stated. "A young socialite living in Canada. She's making a name for herself, flitting hither and non among the wealthy and affluent. She's like a gleaming beacon screaming 'come and get me'. At least to the M Scanner, she is."

Gavin crossed his arms and chewed at his lips. "What can she do?" Gavin knew that pretty face was hiding something more powerful, and potentially deadly. He'd underestimated someone like her once, a while back, a sweet young thing no more than sixteen who could vomit acid. Nearly cost him an arm. Good thing he had doubles to lose the arm for him.

The Man flicked something else on the screen, and a series of indecipherable graphs and charts sprang up beside Ophelia's floating head. "The power levels coming from her brain are quite significant. She's a telepath of some sort. She gets what she wants, that much is clear, and she's doing it using...unfair advantages."

"Unfair advantages," Gavin said, smirking. "Evolution is rarely fair, Ma'am."

The Man ignored the comment. "Given her mental abilities, we've done our best to outfit you for the encounter. You'll have a radio device implanted into your phone. Trigger it, and it will project a field that should interfere with mutant brain activity in a small radius. Should keep her brain waves where they belong."

Gavin didn't like the sound of that. "It...should keep them where they belong?"

The Man tilted her head at him. "Yes, it should. We haven't met her yet. We don't know exactly how she triggers her powers. But yes, it should work regardless. Hammering out the details, getting to know her...that's your job, remember?" The Man crossed her own arms, squaring off in front of him. "Besides, that's what your doubles are four. Decoys. You could let her invade one of their minds, could you not?"

Again, Gavin really didn't like the sound of that. "Yes, I suppose...but I've never encountered a telepath."

"This is evolution at work. It's never fair, remember?"

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HOURS AGO, SOMEWHERE UNDERGROUND, OUTSIDE WASHINGTON

"The Man" stopped in the hallway, just in front of a metal door that looked as though it were more at home inside of an aircraft carrier. A stone-faced guard stood there, staring down at them. Gavin thought he must be nearly seven feet tall. "The Man" flashed her badge and the guard nodded silently, cranking the door open to let them pass. They went inside, down a featureless, darkened hallway.

"You said you needed assurance the dampener would work," The Man said, "and look what you're making us do. Traipsing all the way down here."

"You said it was time for me to see the place anyway," Gavin said. "What was it you wanted me to see?"

"This," she said, stopping stopping.

They stood before a holding cell. A double sheet of bullet-proof glass stood between them and the cell's occupants, a shriveled, emaciated young man in plain white t-shirt and a pair of briefs. He was strapped to a chair, and there were banks of humming machinery crowded around him in the small space. There were tangles of wires and cords looping about and hanging from the ceiling. Most of them led to the captive, IV's jammed into his pasty skin, hooking him to the machinery. He had some kind of metal crown fixed to his head, blinking with lights. His eyes were vacant and rolled back so far that Gavin could only see the whites of his eyes.

Gavin took an involuntary step backward. "What...what the hell is this?"

"This is Kevin," The Man said. "You could say hi, but he wouldn't hear you. You see, Kevin dreams, and when he dreams, people die."

"The machines...why is he hooked up to those? Why are you treating him like this?"

"Because Kevin is too dangerous to be let free. He used to live in a small town in the Midwest. One night, he had particularly awful dreams. The next morning, no one who lived within a mile radius of him woke up."

"Why are you showing me this?"

"Because of the damper I gave you." She reached over to the wall, where a blinking control panel lie embedded in the concrete. She flicked a switch, and within the cell, the banks of machinery ceased their humming, de-powering. "I'm turning them off so that you can see that the device does, indeed, work."

Gavin lifted it from his belt. It was palm-sized, with a touch screen. It showed energy, like waves, coming from the man in the cell, headed toward his position, a little blue blip on the screen. He gave another involuntary step backward, but his back hit the concrete wall behind him. But on the screen, the waves of energy dispersed when they neared the blip, shielding both he and "The Man".

"You see?" she said. "It's like he's getting feedback.

The man in the cell, Kevin, still seemed as though he weren't entirely present, but Gavin heard him moaning now. He was in pain. His body was shuddering.

"It's hurting him!" Gavin said. "It's the feedback! Can't you see what you're doing!?"

The Man stepped over to the wall, depressing a button on the control panel once more. Kevin relaxed, sinking into the chair again, and into that peaceful abyss from which he'd been woken.

Gavin shook his head at her. "Why? You never treated me like this? Why him?"

"You know why," The Man said. "He can't control himself, so we do it for him."

Gavin was still shaking his head, staring into the cell. He couldn't stop staring. "You control it for him...not like this...never like this...I never imagined...."

"Well you're going to have to imagine. You're in the big leagues now. This is what we do. We make the hard choices so that others don't have to."

OUTSIDE THE RICHARDSON ART GALLERY, PRESENT

Gavin sat in the back of the taxi, staring out at the warmly lit building.

The cab driver turned to look over the shoulder of the seat, his mustache quivering when he spoke. "You going to get out or what?"

"Uh...yeah..." Gavin said. "Thanks."

He paid the cabbie and stepped out into the night, adjusting his suit, pulling at his sleeves.

The Man had told him to get a grip. It was all for the good of the country, for the good of the world. Wasn't it? But seeing that man, hooked up to those machines...he couldn't stop thinking about it. He hadn't seen himself like this, back when he'd first signed on. He'd wanted to help people. That was all. And this Ophelia woman, whoever she was....there was the possibility that they might decide to do the same thing to her, should she be too difficult to control.

What if Gavin hadn't been so compliant when he'd been approached by one of the ED agents? What would they have done then? Bagged him and tagged him like an animal?

Gavin felt like he was standing on the edge of a precipice. He could go in there and do his job. He could run now, run somewhere where they'd never find him. Or he could do the right thing and go up those steps and warn this unsuspecting young woman that there were people after her, people that might harm her. Even if he did go to warn her, she probably wouldn't trust him.

He took a deep breath, playing with the buttons on his suit for a bit more.

And then he walked up the steps.

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"You did nothing wrong. They go after everyone with powers, as well as anyone in their way. They are ruthless and cruel...". that wasnt actually the whole story, but Tyler did not know that. Another reason they were coming after her, and how they discovered her power in the first place, was one of the people she "hypnotized" one time, weeks ago. There was a business man that had decided to stop by at an event, and Ophilia had used her power to get money from him, just like how she was getting moeny from everyone here (I figured since you were doing it at this event, it would be alright to say you have done it before). However, this man had actually already guarenteed teh ED money, and when they investigated, that is how they found out about Ophilia.

"So yeah, you should be careful. Once these people get their hands on you...well, those scars were six years old. Not even my ability to regenerate can heal those scars. That is how bad it is...".A man, who seemed to be incredibly drunk, began walking down the hallway. "Huh. I didn't eve know there was alcohol here...". This might explain the next move, as the man quickly put Tyler into a strangehold. In response, Tyler blasted some fire onto his stomach, setting his whole body on fire as he started screaming. Tyler just watched him burn, as if he just didn't care about the man. As if all human emotion ceased to exist the moment Tyler figured out the man was ED.

"He must have been the one watching you. If he went on the offensive, that means more agents will be coming. Now, if you have a question, call. I will be in Germany most of the time in case you actually need to see me, but do not mention my name and Germany in the same sentence ever again. Good luck. I hope to see you again under our own choice".

Tyler began walking away, towards the exit. He had not noticed this before, but there was something about this building that made it more difficult to teleport. He figured it had to do with the materials it was made from. As he was making his way out, he bumped into, and had face to face contact with, Gavin.

Tyler's picture was put in every ED facility ever since his break out, informing people to keep an eye on him. Now, he was six years older, but he could still be easily recognized by that picture.

Tyler figured he would get a bit farther away from the building, and then he would teleport back to Europe.

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Ophelia gasped as Tyler was attacked, and stumbled back, losing her footing and fall onto the floor, when he set his attacker on fire. The man's screams alerted the benefit guests to the raucous that was going on, and more screams erupted once they saw the burning man. Ophelia quickly recovered from the shock of what had just happened, and lifted herself into a standing position once more. Tyler had disappeared in the short time and another man was in the hall, but Ophelia ignored both of these facts. Instead, she walked toward the crowd of people and concentrated very hard.

Ophelia had only once tried controlling a crowd's emotions - her first class at University. There wasn't really any reason to have done it, other than just to see if she could. To her surprise, it was possible. However, after she released her hold on them, she had all but passed out, and ended up needing to go to the hospital. They diagnosed her with exhaustion, which wasn't too far from what she had actually been experiencing. Her abilities, the muscles that they truly were, could be pulled as any other muscle that is rarely conditioned. But the crowd was on the verge of chaos, and she didn't want that to be the guests' defining memory of the night.

She walked into the main area and projected her voice as loud as she could:
"Ladies and gentlemen, please." Ophelia concentrated hard, trying to make herself look as normal and relaxed as possible in the process. The panicked expressions of the guests closest to her became serene. She had used a lot of power over the course of the night, and she could already feel it taking its toll. "Please. Exit quickly and calmly out the front door." Her breath was short, but as she walked through the crowd to the gallery's entrance, the people around her grew calm and proceeded to follow her, and then exit. The servers and gallery employees, along with security, all exited as well. When everyone was out, Ophelia closed the doors and locked them to ensure that no one would re-enter.

She fell to the ground and leaned against the closed doors, breathing deeply and slowly. All that she wanted to do was take a nice long, restoring nap, but when she looked back to the hall, she could see flames. The man who had been burning, was undoubtedly dead, but the fire was beginning to spread. Her legs shaking, Ophelia stood up and carried herself as quickly as she could to the nearby security desk. Behind it were a couple of fire extinguishers. Although heavy, she grabbed the, both and ran back to the hallway. She quickly began spraying the first extinguisher, first on the man, and then on the surrounding areas. Luckily, the floor was marble, so the fire had trouble spreading, and only made it up part of the wall closest to the deceased man's foot. The second extinguisher was unnecessary.

The fire was extinguished, and Ophelia fell back to the floor, leaning against one of the walls. She could feel her consciousness fading, but she vaguely remembered another form within the gallery, and she could hear the faint sound of sirens.

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Gavin brushed shoulders with a young man as he passed by. He was in his teens, maybe fourteen or fifteen, and there was something strikingly familiar about him. Gavin stopped there on the steps for a moment, the hairs on his neck rising. He almost shouted out to the kid, to get him to turn around, but then the moment was gone, and cries of horror began erupting from within the building.

Gavin raced up the steps. Something had happened. Something terrible.

As he neared the entrance, the cries seemed to quite into a low rumble of disquiet. A swarm of people jostled him, their shoes squeaking against the marble floor, threatening to sweep him back out of the building. For a moment he was tempted to duplicate, to push back, to protect himself, before he realized how orderly this "swarm" was, how calm. They were walking out in several, single-file lines, placid as sheep.

Making his way around them, a bit perturbed, Gavin entered the main hall. Across the way, he saw a woman with blonde hair, slumped against the far wall. She was striking, wearing a night-blue skirt, her hair in curls. Lying there in repose, her face pale, there was a kind of understated dignity about her. He stopped there for a moment, just looking at her, until the sight of the fire extinguishers and the pile of ash beside her snapped him back to reality.

He ran to her side, and amidst the ash and fragments of a black tuxedo, he saw an earpiece. It looked just like his. Gavin's skin prickled, and he felt the hair on the back of his neck rising once more. His fellow agent had been murdered. And now he knew why he recognized the stranger outside. That kid...that kid had done it. What was his name? Tyler something? Gavin ground his teeth together. He nearly cried in outrage, but his throat tightened in frustration, letting loose only a growl.

Yesterday, he might have gone after the kid. But now...after seeing what had been done to that dreamer deep beneath the ED facility...he couldn't help but wonder what had been done to Tyler to make him lose it, to make him go on a rampage like he'd been doing. And now a man was dead because of him. Gavin didn't know what was right anymore. This...this pile of ash that used to be a man...that was definitely not something he could abide. If Gavin ever saw Tyler again he'd... What would he do? Try to kill the kid? No, that wasn't the answer. So what was?

He couldn't dwell on questions of morality right now. There was a woman here who needed his help. If neither Gavin, nor his deceased support reported in soon, there'd be ED agents swarming the place. He couldn't leave her.

He knelt, slipping a hand under the crook of her knees, placed one on her back, and lifted her in his arms.

He stopped at the entrance to the gallery and mentally kicked himself. With everything going on he'd forgotten to tell the cabbie to wait there for him. And he couldn't call one with his phone. It was ED issued. They'd be listening. He was trying to help this girl but already it seemed as though he were barely able to help himself. And then a thought struck him. She had a car somewhere, right?

He went back down the steps with Ophelia in his arms. Most of the patrons were still milling about here, to Gavin's surprise. They seemed frightened, but they weren't disorderly, didn't run, nothing that Gavin would usually associate with witnessing a murder. One of them was calling the police on his cellphone. The parking valet was there, talking to them, trying to figure out what was going on.

The valet spotted Gavin walking toward him with Ophelia in his arms, and his eyes went wide.

"Is she okay?" He said.

"She's fine," Gavin said. "She just fainted. I need you to bring her vehicle here."

"Uh..." the valet scratched the back of his neck. "What? No, I can't do that. The police are coming and everyone needs to stay here."

Gavin had counted on the valet not listening to him. So he split himself off. Once, and then twice. Two other Gavins, dressed in identical suits, stepped out of him, as though from some hidden pocket in reality. Gavin knew, from the valet's perspective, it looked as though his doubles had been hiding somewhere behind him, even though that wasn't the case. Both of them grabbed the valet's arms. The poor young man's face had gone white with shock, and a cold sweat gathered on his brow.

"You'll take us there, then," Gavin said. "Or my friends and I will have to convince you."

"Uh...yessir," the valet stammered. "Right away sir."

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Ophelia blinked her eyes open, confused by the gentle hum of a familiar engine. The last thing she remembered was the gallery, but now she was somewhere dark. It took her a moment to realize that the soft blue glow was her car's dashboard, and the bright lights passing in a blur were the street lights. She sat up with a start, recognizing her car, but not knowing how it was moving while she was in the driver's seat. She looked to her left to see the driver - a man she did not know.

He looked familiar somehow, but she couldn't place his face. The fatigue was wearing off, but the confusion was still there. She looked at the man again and began internally panicking - was she being kidnapped? Ophelia loved her car and its features, but now cursed the power-locking doors. No one went in her cars besides her, so it didn't really matter at point of purchase. She never considered that one day she could be kidnapped. Ophelia began breathing fast before blurting out,
"Who are you?!" Before allowing him to answer, she began spouting off several more questions: "Where are you taking me? What are you going to do? Why did you steal my car? How long have I been sleeping? What did you do to me?!"

She took a deep breath and reached her hand to his face, with a mind to tranquilize him. She didn't care what happened to her, so long as it was on her own terms. Ophelia closed her eyes, her hand to his face, and concentrated on the task at hand. The car didn't swerve, the man didn't go limp. Nothing happened. She opened her eyes to see everything just as it had been. How was he blocking her powers? Or was she still weak to fight back? That must be it.

She sighed as her mind raced, trying to figure out what else she could try.

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Ophelia's hand neared Gavin's face. He shrank away from her. "Hey! What do you think you're--"

Her hand touched his cheek now, one of her fingers just beneath his eye, but he was up against the car door, and there was nowhere for him to go.

She's trying to use her powers, he realized. He could feel her mental energy reaching out, warm, numbing tendrils trying to find purchase on his mind. But as soon as he felt as though they'd gotten hold, they slid off, like his mind had been greased. So the damper was working the way it was supposed to. That was a plus, at least. He daren't take his hand off the wheel, though. He was weaving through a clump of heavy traffic faster than he should have been.

"Get your hand off my face!"

But it was too late. One of the front wheels of the car dipped into a pothole in the road and the car jolted. Ophelia's finger jabbed right into his eye.

Gavin cried out, yanking the steering wheel to the right, pulling off the main road and onto the shoulder. Someone honked at him, their car blurring past, narrowly missing them. Somehow, they emerged from the ordeal unscathed.

Gavin slumped in the seat, the car's engine still purring, his eye watering profusely.

"Okay, that hurt." He looked over at Ophelia with one eye open, mentally bracing himself just in case his eyeball was skewered on her fingertip. Thankfully, her finger was free of anything that shouldn't be there, and his eyeball remained safely in its socket where it ought to.

"Well this is awkward, isn't it?" He stared at her for a minute, trying to think of what to say. "My name is Gavin Blair," he finally settled on. "And, honestly, I don't know where I'm taking you. I haven't really thought that far ahead." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Actually, I'm not taking you anywhere, not if you don't want to go. Shouldn't have said that. The ED is after you and I was trying to get you out of the gallery." He blinked at her, trying to clear the water from his eye. "I swear I'm not kidnapping you....I'm babbling now, aren't I?"

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Tyler felt something blocking him. He retreated to a dark corner. Someone was jamming his ability to teleport at long range, or even medium range. That is when he saw the truck go by "Economic Interests. Serving the world for 21 years". Tyler knew what that actually was. It was an ED truck.

Tyler knew who they were going after too. He teleported on top of the truck, which took more energy then it should have. "Shit, this will be harder. I need to save enough energy to get back to Europe...". He still had a good supply of steak left, so he could do some things. But not that much. That device had to be his priority, or he was going nowhere.

He could see a car that had been driven onto the side of the road. Immediately, he put his powers into effect. He deatomized the van, causing the six ED agents to hit the road at 9 miles per hour, because they were slowing down. One of them broke their neck and died. Tyler received similar damage, but he regenerated. That is when he saw Gavin and Ophelia. "Run!"

He started throwing fireballs at the ED agents, to help fight them off.

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"ED?" She had heard that term before from that kid. What was his name? Tyler? Had he told her what it meant? She couldn't remember. Ophelia was calming down now that she heard the man - Gavin - talk, and now that she allowed herself to sense the emotion within the confined place. She was still unsure about this guy. She felt like their was something being left unsaid - like he was hiding something more, but she couldn't quite sense it. Overall, he seemed genuine. She let down her guard ever so slightly.

"So... if people are after me, I suppose stopping off at my home is out of the question?" Ophelia didn't think that a mini dress and heels was the best outfit to wear on the run. She sighed.... Is that what her life would be, now that people were supposedly "after her"? A life on the run? What about HFH? She certainly did not trust anyone else with the money or the spokesperson role, especially her family. Sure, the rumours about Ophelia skimming off the top was a little right, but as far as she was concerned, they were still simply rumours. If they ever found out about her disinheritance from her family in the past, her lavish lifestyle would probably indicate that there was a lot of truth in those rumours. However, the charity would most certainly close due to lack of funding if she allowed one of her brothers to take it over. And she had no real friends to offer a hand. What a lonely life. Again, she sighed.

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Gavin nodded to Ophelia. "We'll have to stop somewhere. Your place is as good as any. But once the ED catches on to what happened we'll have to hurry."

He gave a snort. He never had imagined he'd be running from the ED or referring to them as though he weren't apart of them. He guess that his position with them was debatable, at this point.

"So, I don't know where your place is," Gavin said. "I guess you could drive. Be faster that way."

If she did take him up on the offer to take the wheel he'd have to make sure she didn't drive off without him while they switched seats. That would be...inconvenient.

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Tyler looked back, seeing another vehicle coming towards them. He thought he could fight them. Up until the point two people with Rocket Launchers aimed out the windows. He was powerful, but he wasn't stupid or suicidal. Furthermore, Ophelia and the other man was gone, so he teleported away, back to Europe.

Only, he barely made it that far. As he was teleporting, he felt like he was hit by a giant Fly Swatter and found himself rematerializing over water on the coast of Ireland. Which was not good, because he couldn't swim. He had been stuck in a lab for half his childhood, he NEVER learned how to swim. And he had to fully rematerialize before he could teleport again at least. So he hit the water, hard, and the momentum from whatever intercepted his teleport had him shooting towards the shore.

What the hell did that? I have not even heard a single rumor the ED could do something like that. And they would be here to capture me... Something hit him down, but he had no clue what.

Either way he was wet, cold, and tired. And drowning. He teleported to shore, spitting out water. "Thank you land...thank you. He then passed out, too exhausted to move.

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As Ophelia left the car to switch seats with Gavin, she thought about running to the driver's side, closing the door, and speeding off, leaving the man alone in the street, but something stopped her. Maybe it was her previous hysterics that made her feel like remaining calm was a necessity, or maybe she felt that Gavin would be the type to wait for her to get in the passenger side. Whatever reason, she buckled herself into the driver's seat, waited for Gavin to take his place, and then locked the doors and sped off towards her home.

Ophelia loved to drive fast, swerving in between cars down busy downtown streets, and getting home faster than everyone else. So far, she had never been in any collisions, but there had been plenty close calls. It was late though, so the streets weren't as busy as they could be, which meant there was less chance of an auto accident.

As they drove, Ophelia remained silent, except for her thoughts. She wondered what the next step was. Did Gavin know? Should she ask?

It didn't take long to arrive home. She drove her car into the building's parkade and took the elevator up to her apartment with Gavin in tow. The elevator ride and the walk down the corridor to her door seemed to take longer than usual. Maybe it was the silence or maybe it was the fear.

She unlocked her door and stepped into her foyer. The usual cleanliness and organization was replaced with destruction. Her living room furniture had been moved, the couch and armchair cushions and pillows strewn all over; kitchen drawers were open, vases were broken, tables were toppled. Ophelia wanted to cry. Had she been robbed? A perfect way to top off the night.

Ophelia threw her keys on the kitchen island and began storming towards the hallway that lead to her bedroom. She wanted to see what had been stolen. However, these plans were ruined when a couple of large, rather intimidating men dressed in black emerged from the darkness of the passageway.

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Gavin stepped into the kitchen with Ophelia, looking around. Cabinets were open, drawers pulled out, their contents thrown in all directions. He noticed with particular interest that there were envelopes ripped open, her recent mail. Whoever it was, they were looking for something to...what? Just to learn more about Ophelia? Where she might be going?

"You wouldn't mind me helping myself to a drink, would you?" he asked, half jokingly.

She seemed to tune him out, and he couldn't blame her, what with everything she'd been through today. She tossed her keys onto the counter and stormed away, heading for the back of the apartment. Gavin opened the pantry, looking for something with a bit of kick to calm his nerves. As he did, though, he caught sight of something through the window over the sink. The blinds were only half open, but it was enough. There was a car outside, far below at the edge of the block. There weren't any other cars on the street, or he wouldn't have even noticed, but there was this one. And it looked like one that they would-

"Ophelia!" he said, slamming the pantry. "Ophelia, they're still here!"

There were noises coming from the hallway, sounds of struggle. Gavin ran to the hall, backing up against the wall and peaking around the corner. There were two suits there with biceps bigger than Gavin's head. One of them had Ophelia trapped in the crook of his bulging arm, a hand clamped over her mouth. The other guy had a silenced nine-millimeter pointed down the hall right at Gavin. The breath caught in Gavin's throat and he ducked back behind the wall.

"Was that an ED suit I saw?" Gavin heard the man say. "So that's where you've gone off to, eh, Agent Blair?" There was silence for a moment. "Surrender peacefully or we'll kill the girl. You wouldn't want that, would you? Not after trying so hard to keep us away from her."

Gavin cursed under his breath. The guy just had to go there.

He tensed, ready to generate a copy of himself. He would've sent some of his doubles running down the hall toward the guy, a meat shield for him so he could make a move. But then those two would also have a chance to kill Ophelia, or hurt her at least. He couldn't take a risk like that.

Then he remembered the expensive piece of new technology he had on his belt. The jammer was still on. He was surprised the battery had lasted so long. He'd felt gotten a taste of Ophelia's power back there in the car, even though it hadn't managed to grab hold of him. It seemed to work by touch. He reached down to his belt and flicked the switch on the jammer.

Now the man holding her would feel her power too.

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Her breath was getting shallower as she fought the large man's grip on her. Ophelia tried to tranquilize her attacker, but she was unable to, just as before. She thought she would have gained her strength back by then, but it seemed she was wrong. Still she tried and failed numerous times.

And then... success.

Her power coursed through her as it always did, but this time the brick wall she had been hitting was no longer there. The power escaped through her finger tips and into the arm that had such a strong hold on her. Immediately, the man's grip weakened and he fell to the ground, looking very content. Ophelia refused to allow the other man to register what had happened to his partner; she lunged at him, grabbing hold of his neck and releasing the relaxant into his body as well. He fell down in much the same manner, a stupid grin on his face.

Ophelia stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Then she took a deep breath, straightened out her dress, and flattened the misplaced strands of hair atop her head. She turned on her heel, stepping over the drooling bodies, and continued towards her room. It was just as big a mess as the rest of her condo.
"What do you think they were looking for?" she called to Gavin from her bedroom as she searched her closet for some comfy clothing.

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Gavin watched in amazement as Ophelia straightened her outfit and gathered herself, cool as a cucumber. She'd just been in a life threatening situation and she somehow managed to go on with what she was doing as though it had never happened.

"I uh..." Gavin stammered, trying to answer he question. "They'd be looking for anything they can use against you. Your contacts, additional places of address. Anything."

He moved away from the hall, back toward the kitchen. He opened a few cabinets and found where she kept the cups. Grabbing one, he filled it with water from the tap and set it on the counter beside the sink.

Gavin called back to her, speaking loudly so his voice carried down the hall. "They want to make sure you're not a problem for the uh...people who aren't like us. After that they'll recruit you to help put tabs on everyone else with abilities." He shook his head, taking the phone out of his pocket. "I can't believe I used to think that all of this was just an okay thing to do," he muttered to himself. "I didn't know..."

He took the phone apart, pulling off the casing, taking out the sim card and the battery. After that he dropped it all into the glass of water with a plop, watching as it sank to the bottom.

"Goodbye world," he said.

He took the jammer from his belt, trying to decide what to do. He decided to keep it, just in case, but he left the power off for now.

He walked back through the living room and leaned against the wall at the mouth of the hallway. The two ED agents were still staring up at the ceiling in blank bliss. They'd wake up eventually. His eyes fell upon the gun lying there on the carpet. He should shoot them. He knew that would be the smart thing to do. One of them had seen his face and knew he'd betrayed them. But Gavin made no move for the gun. He'd never be able to do it. There'd been a few times that the ED had deemed certain mutants too dangerous to be left alive. Even when Gavin had been sent to deal with these volatile individuals, he'd always found another way to take them down without resorting to killing.

He knew what it felt like to die. He felt it every time one of his doubles was "killed". He'd felt it back on that day, all those years ago, when Michael had fallen down the stairs at school. Turns out there hadn't even been a Michael. And then there was that empty hollowness that followed after his neck had broken, before the links between their minds had severed. There was nothing there, nothing on the other side. He'd never wish that on anyone else, that awful emptiness.

He shuddered, trying to return his mind to the matter at hand.

"So those are quite some powers you've got," he called out. "Was that you back there at the gallery? You did that to the crowds right? There's no way they could've all made it out the front door that fast without trampling one another. That was really something."

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Like us? Ophelia thought. If Gavin was like her, she hadn't seen it. The only person "like" her had been that child at the gallery, and his powers had seemed like something from a terrible dream. It felt so far away and unreal that she hardly believed it had actually happened. She wondered what strength Gavin possessed and how many others there were out there. How many had she encountered without even knowing she had?

After she had changed into a brown knit sweater and black yoga pants, and threw some clothes in a canvas bag for wherever she would be going, Ophelia walked back into the main living room/kitchen space, carefully stepping over the bodies of the happy goons.


"Yes, that was me," she answered Gavin, replying as quickly as she could, and wanting to know more about his ability and others like her. "That was the first time I managed something of that magnitude with a little fire-extinguishing energy left over. It was exhausting, so I passed out. But enough about me. You said 'people who aren't like us'. You're like me? And like that kid? How many people like me are there? How come I haven't heard of anyone? What can you do?"

Ophelia felt like a four-year-old with the amount of questions she had been asking that night. Soon, she thought, she would resort to endless 'why' questions. She felt like she had made a discovery to end all discoveries, and she refused to pretend like it wasn't something she should be excited about.