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Ophelia Lawrence

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a character in “Evolutionary”, as played by iamsheena

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Name: Ophelia Lawrence

Age: 22

Mutation: Emotional control/tranquilizer. With a simple touch, Ophelia can neutralize people into temporary relaxation. It is not paralyses, but rather something that would be achieved through a depressant. Her power leaves the victim dazed, but happy. She can also control emotions to a degree. It is not a very powerful control and only covers a short distance. Her "control" is more suggestive and can easily be overcome.

History: Ophelia was born into a wealthy family in central Canada. While her family lived and worked in Canada, Ophelia and her brothers were sent to Greece for education, making friends with future politicians, ambassadors, and businessmen. While her brothers and close friends aimed to find a career that would earn them the most money, Ophelia kept a careful watch on humanity and aimed to help the less fortunate with the excess money that her family had. When she was 14, she discovered that she had a unique ability and told no one. When she graduated (earlier than most of her peers), she then went to England for post-secondary education. While attending university, she founded a student group aimed at helping the local less fortunate. She used her gift of emotional control to affect important nearby individuals so that they would feel empathy for the people she aimed to help. By the time she graduated with a mundane degree in economics, she had established a not-for-profit company called Humans for Humanity (HFH) aimed at improving living conditions and life for less fortunate people all over the world. Ophelia used her gifts to reach into the pockets of the most powerful and wealthy men throughout the world, and became a cultural icon for humanity.

Now, at 22, Ophelia lives in Western Canada and is a celebrity in her own right. She continues to use her powers to influence the important people, believing that it is necessary in order to help the have-nots. However, she looks richer than her not-for-profit company would allow, and she is therefore rumoured to be pocketing large sums of money.

Personality: Ophelia Lawrence is an introvert; she's quiet and likes to be alone in her off time, but she is, by no means, shy. She is willing to do what it takes to be successful in her charitable endeavours, even if that does mean crossing the line more often than not.

Appearance: Ophelia is slender and stands about 5'6", but constantly wears heels, which makes her look a few inches taller. She has blonde, shoulder length hair that is often wavy and salon-quality; her eyes are a dark brown and her skin is fair. She will often be seen in a tailored suit except during her charity functions. Due to her upbringing, Ophelia always tries to look her best.

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Ophelia Lawrence's Story

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Ophelia needed to get plenty of sleep for her upcoming exams, but she felt under-prepared and nervous, and couldn't stop her mind from racing. She decided to sneak off campus and walk the dark streets of Athens. The walk wouldn't help settle her mind much, but it would help get her mind off of school, and that's really all she cared about.

She always thought the landmarks of Athens beautiful - who wouldn't? But that's usually all people saw. Ophelia saw more. People were worse off in other parts of the world, but the poor could not be ignored in Greece just because other places were worse. Ophelia's parents had always called her sensitive because she would cry easier than others, and get angrier quicker; they made fun of her. However, Ophelia knew that she cried or got angry as quickly as she did because she could sense others' emotions better than most. She figured that she was indeed sensitive, but just not in the way her parents meant it.

Ophelia turned a corner and could see her campus once more. She had been at the school since she was five; once she turned eight, her parents seldom visited her, and she, along with her brothers, began seeing them only during the summer breaks. She didn't mind so much. Ophelia never had a strong relationship with either of them anyway.

She began walking to the school slowly, trying her best to stretch her travel time out. This changed when she saw a large, dark figure walking quickly towards her. Her pace quickened as she slightly altered her path, trying to avoid the fast-approaching encounter. However, he matched her and it was then she knew just what his intent was. She could sense it. Ophelia broke out into a run, but was caught from behind by another man. He held her tight, but she struggled. She grabbed hold of his arm, trying to pry it loose. Suddenly, she was free.

Startled, Ophelia looked at the man on the ground. He had a stupid grin on his face and seemed close to sleep. In her confusion, she forgot about the first man, but was soon reminded as he shouted and leapt at her. As he went to pull her close to him, she pushed at him, touching his face. He grunted and collapsed with a stupid grin, just like the other man. Acutely aware that she had done that to both of them, and that she was almost safely home, she broke into a sprint and snuck back in to her dorm room.

Over the course of the following week, Ophelia quietly reached out to several people she disliked to see if she indeed had some power. Her findings were conclusive. She didn't fully understand it, but knew that she had to avoid touching people if she could help it.

By the time summer was upon her, Ophelia also realized that she could brighten or darken someone's day with a simple thought. She figured that rather than be afraid of her new abilities, she would use them to her advantage.

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Ophelia unravelled the last curler from her blonde hair, allowing the wave to bounce freely. She powdered her nose and cheeks one more time, applied a second coat of her maroon lipstick to her lips for good measure, and gave herself one last look in the mirror before smiling and standing up from her vanity's ottoman.

Her bedroom was large enough to be split into two smaller ones, and the lighting was dim. The only lights she needed were the ones surrounding her vanity, for she was already dressed from head to toe in diamonds and expensive accessories. She wore an embroidered navy blue dress with a pleated skirt paired with silver stilettos and silver jewelry. Ophelia thought she looked as flawless as ever and was ready for the HFH benefit that was being held at the Richardson Art Gallery for the night. The afternoon had been filled with speeches and dining, while the evening had been solely set aside for schmoozing. Ophelia would do what she usually did at these things: she'd smile and flirt, and shake hands, and she'd convince the old, balding men with large wallets to lighten their loads; all to help the less fortunate.

She liked to drive herself to these functions and have the valets park for her. Everything she did was for a reason. Outsiders seeing her drive herself around made her look humble, fitting with the "love for humanity" persona that she was always wearing. Maybe her car was a little more expensive than the average person's, but that didn't mean she had to get people to drive her around. Ophelia was an independent, world-class celebrity known for her humility, and she needed to make sure she lived up to people's expectations. Sure, there were plenty of rumours floating around regarding her expensive taste, but she simply shrugged the questions off and attributed her wealth the family money.

When Ophelia pulled up in front of the art gallery and exited the car, camera flashes from every which way fought to blind her. However, she had become use to this and it hardly bothered her at all anymore. A few smiles and poses were great publicity for her charity.

The gallery was large and full of modern pieces that everyone pretended to understand. A live orchestra played flawless pieces while the wealthy became drunk, and mingled with one another, talking about business, money, and several other things that only the rich could be bothered to talk about. These events always felt like a theatrical performance to Ophelia; she had a script in her mind and knew where she'd enter and exit. In her mind, she held a list of individuals she had yet to "befriend" and take money from, as well as a list of regular contributors who seemed to be infatuated with her and the idea of donation.

As she entered the gallery, the music stopped for a moment; the guests turned toward her and applauded, and she humbly thanked them with a wide smile. As the music continued, she dove into the crowd and worked at checking names off of her lists. It would be a long night, but it would be a successful one as well.

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"I might just take you up on that," Ophelia laughed, replying to an old bachelor who had invited her to his summer home in Northern Italy. She knew that she wouldn't be going, but a little bit of flirting meant that he'd donate more to the cause when the time was right. "Excuse me," Ophelia said, pretending to see someone across the gallery. "I must say hello to an old friend."

Ophelia slipped away into the crowd, smiling at everyone she passed, and stopping to receive hugs and kisses on the cheek, before finally making her way into a hallway, away from the crowd. It had indeed been a long night, but she was nowhere near done. She was exhausted and knew that this was due to her constant suppression of her tranquilizer that transferred by contact with her skin, and the near-constant use of her emotional influence. These things were muscles that she used far too often, if she was being honest. However, she grew up among some of the most wealthiest people in the world, and she knew that they remained wealthy by being greedy. If she had asked them for donations the normal way, they would commend her for her work, but refuse with some careful excuse. So instead, she would make them feel for her cause - she would make them feel empathy or, perhaps, sympathy; she'd make the bachelors enamoured with her, and the widows long for her companionship. It was an easy task, but grew harder as the night progressed. She needed a breather.

Ophelia found some stairs that were undoubtedly off limits to guests, and ascended them. She liked to explore, and she was hoping to get some air. After several flights, she realized that she needed to start jogging once more, and then she reached the staircase's end. She opened a large door and stepped out onto the roof. The building itself was small compared to those surrounding it, but it was tall enough to see things between the buildings and in the distance. She could see the Lions Gate Bridge, the Rockies, and the large office building that was a block from her condo. The air was cool, as was often the case so near the ocean. That was what she loved about Vancouver. Sure, England and Greece were by the oceans as well, but they didn't have the Rockies or the trees or the ocean LIKE B.C. did. Ophelia had been all over the world and had seen many a beautiful place, but she always returned to Canada. Home.

Ten minutes had passed while Ophelia took in the cool night air and bright lights of the city, thinking about several things. She took one last breath and decided to head back downstairs to continue her charitable work. Ophelia reached the hallway and hesitated before making her way back into the crowd with a large smile on her face. Her cheeks were starting to hurt.

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Tyler heard the oven go off, and took the steak out. It was cut into bite size pieces, to make it easier to eat. He then moved and reviewed the data he had retrieved. "Ophelia Lawrence, Canadian, and famous. Always wanted to go to Canada. Deirdre Blake, Irish, Telepath, institutionalized for hearing voices. She needs to learn to shut them out I guess. Leila Rosabelle Tan, location unknown, constantly moving., ect. ect. ect. Looks like the ED has some targets. Perhaps...perhaps I should warn some of them..."

He put her picture in a facial recognition program, that would also tell him the last recorded place she was at. In the meantime, he put the pieces of steak in bags mean to keep things hot or cold, and then put them into his bag. He put the special cell phone that Damion specialized for him in his pocket. That phone could not be tracked, accessed wirelessly, or used without his 10 digit password.

He then put his laptop into his bag as well, and walked into the center of the kitchen, before...


...appearing in the middle of the street outside of the Art gallery. "All right. Ophelia seems to be the easiest one to locate, who is sane, so lets deal with her first. She is inside somewhere...lets go find her...". Tyler would be unable to teleport further then a few yards for 10 minutes at least, he figured. He made his way past security (through obvious methods), and began looking.

Its only a popular person in a crowd of hundreds. How hard can this be? At least I know what she looks like. Anyways, lets find a Canadian Celebrity. He searched for about 10 minutes before giving up. Torturing, interrogating, and murdering a scientist who is a father? No problem! Trying to find a person in a large crowd? This was apparently his limit.

He ate some more steak, having decided to teleport back, when he heard someone come down the stairs into the hallway. It was Ophelia.

"Hello Ophelia. My name is Tyler, and I am here to warn you that you have been targeted".

Tyler put down a different cell phone. Not his, but an extra one he got. "That cell phone cant be traced. I will make this short. There is a multi-government organization called the ED. They know who you are, and will have sent someone after you. They go after people with mutations, and they know you have one. They will try to trick you or force you to come with them. Don't let them..." Tyler pulled up his sleeve, revealing a massive scar. He raised his shirt somewhat, revealing a different one. "...believe me. I know. If you have any questions, you should ask them now. I wont be around for much longer..."

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Ophelia was about to make her re-entrance into the crowd before she was stopped by a voice: "Hello Ophelia. My name is Tyler, and I am here to warn you that you have been targeted."

Her first thought, against all reason, was, who targets a humanitarian?. Then,
"how do you know my name?" The hall was dark, and she spoke before she actually saw the owner of the voice. When her eyes adjusted, she saw... a child. He looked quite young. "Who are you? How'd you get in here? This is an affair for adults, not children. Where are your parents?"

Ophelia glanced into the hall to look for signs of security to escort the kid out. She turned back around at the sound of a light 'click'; the kid had put a cellphone down on a nearby table. "That cell phone can't be traced. I will make this short. There is a multi-government organization called the ED. They know who you are, and will have sent someone after you. They go after people with mutations, and they know you have one. They will try to trick you or force you to come with them. Don't let them."

Ophelia scoffed and then laughed.
"Thank you. That's quite the imagination you have there." She grabbed the cell phone and looked it over before noticing the kid lifting up his shirt; she was astonished by the act in such a classy place, and even more so when she took sight of the scar. She looked to his arm where he had revealed another. "What happened to you?" she asked softly, genuinely concerned.

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((My posts seem to be getting shorter and shorter. Sorry!))

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Tyler figured she might need a bit of...convincing. So he teleported. From one side of the hall to the other, he teleported. "No immagination. You do not imagine being tortured and experimented on for 5 years. And you certainly do not imagien it when you have the scars to prove it. Now do you believe me?"

Tyler had this serious tone. He did not sound delusional. He did not sound like he was joking. He didn't even sound paranoid. He sounded sincere. He looked straight into her eyes the entire time as well. And, he always had a backup. He took something out of a bag, and tossed it to the ground by her. It was a car crash report, except this was noticeably different. For one thing, it was classified beyond all belief, and most of the text was inked out. The second thing is that it was a United States file, but they were killed in Africa. "They killed my parents because they got close to finding me. So..." he started, teleporting closer to her now. "...you tell me if you still think this is my imagination or not?"

Tyler had some pretty damning evidence. Not enough to make public, but enough to make his point.

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A man inside the gallery searched around. Where is the target? He had to find her, and keep an eye on her, until the backup arrived. But somehow, he had lost Ophelia. He kept looking, before finally spotting her. However, that is not all who he spotted. He quickly made a call. "Sir, I found her. But we have a Code Red. Tyler is here...and they are talking..."

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The response that Ophelia received was nowhere near the one she had expected. The kid disappeared. She stepped back from where he had been, unsure of what to do or what had really happened. Before she could process thoughts any further, the kid reappeared on the other side of the hotel. Ophelia was left speechless.

"No imagination. You do not imagine being tortured and experimented on for 5 years. And you certainly do not imagine it when you have the scars to prove it. Now do you believe me?"

The only logical reason behind what was happening, was that Ophelia was dreaming. Right? She didn't quite know what to believe.

He took out what looked like a folder and threw it to her feet. She stared down at it stupidly and then looked back to the boy. "They killed my parents because they got close to finding me." He disappeared, and reappeared in front of her almost immediately. "So... you tell me if you still think this is my imagination or not."

Ophelia searched for words. Any words. How did he do that? She remembered watching magicians on the television, levitating and tricking the mind, but this was so much different. So much more real. Was it real? She had special abilities... could there be others like her? Ophelia, once realizing the power she held, had thought that she was special - unique. Powers like hers were things you saw in movies and cartoons, not real life. If this kid was like her, there had to be others too. How many others?

She remembered what he had said in the beginning - about her being in danger; people were after her. Why?


"Why are they after me?"

She was understandably worried, unsure of what she had done. Had she accidentally used her tranquilizer on the wrong person? Ophelia thought that her victims never remembered, but maybe they did.

She looked out into the crowd once more, examining everyone in the gallery, looking for someone suspicious or dangerous. However, she gave up quickly upon realizing that these people were meant to blend in. Well, if this was all, in fact, real. She wondered if she should believe a stranger. Especially one so young.

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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.

(sorry if it's short, busy with stuff)

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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.