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Elizabeth "Spitfire" Wendall

Don't worry, I'm even more insane then I look.

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a character in “Four”, as played by Limepepper

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Elizabeth Wendall


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Nicknames: Lizzie, Spitfire
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Number: 4

[center][size=300]Appearance

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[size=150]Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
Height: 5'7
Location of number: On her left ankle
Other features: A tattoo of a scaling vine going from her ankles all the way to her shoulder.
Clothing: Red sweetheart tank top, a black mini-skirt, ripped see-through black leggings and all-star black sneakers.
Equipment: Her ruby ring that she wears on her middle finger, if you twist the gem a small blade comes out. She also has a rose dagger and three lighters.


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Personality


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Spitfire is a very loud, exuberant person. She's quite stubborn and isn't easily unfazed. She reassembles a teenager in which she basically has to rebel and has to be right. She holds her head high and always jokes around. Spitfire is a major daredevil and loves to impress others. Spitfire takes pride in what she's able to do.


Favorite Color: Red
Likes:
Fires
Motorcycles
Bracelets
Strawberries
Lipstick
Bubble Gun
Music
Her phone
dislikes:
Sweat
All too serious people
Tall heels
Stereotypes
Authority FIgures
Jam
Weakness:
Is basically a teenager
Can't seem to grow up
Won't realize if she's wrong or not
Bad judgement
Fears:
Bugs
Drugs
Death

History: Elizabeth was born into a normal family with two brothers, but when she turned 3, her parents died because of a car accident. THey were put in foster care with abusive parents, so "Spitfire" set their house on fire, starting her obsession with fire. Her brothers were taken away from her and Spitfire got her nickname from another foster care home, where she was eventually adopted.

So begins...

Elizabeth "Spitfire" Wendall's Story

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Spitfire grinned as she walked through the junkyard filled with charred items. Spitfire focused on a plaid couch and set it on fire. The sides of her mouth tugged up in a smile. She put her hand in the fire. It felt great. She put her whole face in it. It was her idea of refreshing. She heard a voice call. "Elizabeth!" A voice called out. "Are you in the junkyard again?"

"Crap. COMING!" Spitfire called out. She picked up a water bottle from a nearby nightstand and poured it on the fire. It stopped and Spitfire started towards her house, but then noticed a dog in the middle of the road. "Stupid dog. C'mon, get out of the road!" She chased the dog out of the road. "C'mon, stupid dog," "Elizabeth! Where are you!"

"One second!" Spitfire groaned as she herded the dog out of the road. Headlights appeared. "Ugh, come on dumb dog! You're going to get run over," She warned. The dog finally moved. As she looked up, she realized that the headlights were motorcycles. One of the motorcycles pulled over. "Spitfire!" The man grinned and took off his helmet. "Wanna go riding?"

Spitfire thought for a second. "Um... no thanks," "Aw, you're no fun," "ELIZABETH! WHERE ARE YOU?" The voice yelled. Spitfire made a face. "Yeah... you might want to get going," The man said. "Eh, let's go, I'm already in trouble," "Nice!" The man unmounted and pulled it over to the other side of the road.

"Your's is much better, let's ride that one," Spitfire nodded and pulled her motorcycle out. It was a rose color on the front, and black with flames in the back. Spitfire put her helmet on. "I'm drying!" She yelled, getting on the bike. THe guy, Cyrus, laughed and got on the back. "Yeah, just don't kill me!" "I promise nothing!" Spitfire laughed as she drove off. "WOO!" Spitfire exclaimed as they past her house fast.

"Hey, wanna go for a walk?" "Yeah!" Spitfire yelled over the engine. They pulled over by the woods and got off. "C'mon!" Spitfire ran off, Cyrus trying to keep up with her. "HEY CRYUS!" A voice yelled. It was his friend. "Meet you later!" HE yelled out to Spitfire. She nodded and walked deeper into the forest, the chilly breeze going thorough her hair.

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The journey home was far more complicated than usual. Knowing the government was hot on his trail Troy chose not to fly from Texas, an instead took his rental car on the road, however after the accident in Oklahoma the last thing he wanted to do was be seen on the road in the same rented convertible. So he diverted to Tennessee, took a flight to California, caught a train to Wyoming, Hitch hiked with a trucker to Missouri, then caught a ride with a kind but talkative older couple on there way to NYC. They went slightly out of their way to drop him off at the Cleveland Hopkins International Airport to pick up his truck, however they didn't seem to mind - as long as he covered the cost of the extra gas.
By the time he got his lifted '87 Silverado from the back of the airport on the road heading towards home, it was a quarter until eleven.




The ride to Lakeside was pleasant, like always, and with his windows rolled down and his Classic Rock at near max he was almost lost in the peaceful scenery all around.....however when the "Welcome to Lakeside" sign appeared ahead he was snapped back into reality and quickly turned down his radio.

"Imagine that, nothings changed." he muttered as he passed by the first General Store and then approached the local Junkyard, with the only thing out of place being a group of motorcycles on the side of the road up ahead. He didn't think much of it though and would of passed by them with little thought if it wasn't for the harsh ping in the back of his mind that caused him to suddenly slam on the brakes.

"One of them is here!"
He'd stare sharply past the bikes to his right an into the woods, before again muttering to himself.
"Not one, two!?"
A flood of emotions suddenly came over him as he stared somewhat aimlessly into the trees.
Fear, confusion, rebellion, freedom, just to name a few. But as the empathic ability started to become too much Troy quickly clinched his eyes shut and looked away from the wooded area, an a honk of a car behind him would jar him back into his senses. He knew that he had to talk to with the rest of "The Four" - as the town usually called them - to warn them of the governments sudden interest in them, but for now letting his family know he was back in town was first on his mind.
So after a quick shake of the head he'd mash the gas pedal and continue on his way into the center of Lakeside.










"I'm sorry, the Mayor isn't back yet, but I can take a message."
Troy heard his mother's middle-aged assistant say as she typed away. She hadn't bother to look up from what she was doing so it was clear she didn't recognize him.

"I know my jeans are a bit new and my shirt isn't as worn as what was I usually pull off, but you really don't recognize me Kim?"

"Troy! Oh you're a sight for sore eyes!! I'm sorry dear, I'm just in repeat mode with everyone who enters this office since your mom left early this morning."

After a hug an a bit of irrelevant chit-chat Kim would explain that his mother had left town with his father and the Sheriff to return a local criminal to a small town a couple hours West - his mom going as a show of diplomacy while his father simply went along for the ride. They left a little after six in the morning, and with business not being conducted in the town they were going to until Monday - thanks to a local celebration - they found themselves staying for three days.

"Three days? Really, just to make nice with some locals?"
"You know your mother, she feels bad for the havoc that boy caused on their town. Apparently he scared the wits out of a bunch of women home alone. That aside though, It's really nice to have ya back....I'm sure your sister will be glad to see you - she's out sick from school so you'll see her when you get home. "

"Sick you say?" he'd repeat with a small smile, not believing it for a second, before standing, saying his goodbyes, and then heading to his favorite local hot-spot - Gigliano's Bar, home to the only real Italian food for hours.










Within seconds of entering the bar he spotted a bubbly blonde texting a mile a minute while a waitress placed a medium pizza pie down in front of her.


"So, you look pretty healthy to me." Troy said with a smirk, before taking a seat across the way from his sister Emi, who dropped her phone in shock as she looked up to see him.
"Troy!! You're back!? Oh my God it's been like - forever!" she'd let out, before jolting up and giving her brother a long hug.

She'd then scurry back to her chair and begin to pull a slice out from the pie.
"Don't think that I missed you or anything though, because I so didn't."

"Yeah okay, so who are you meeting here? I know you wouldn't risk getting in trouble by skipping for no reason."
Emi rolled her eyes as both her and brother bit into a slice of pizza, an after a few moments of silence she'd jab back.
"Well why don't you just read my mind and figure it out!" she joked, knowing full well he'd never invade her personal thoughts.
"Besides, the brother who decides to pick up and leave without visiting for nearly two years has no room to judge!"



The two would swap jabs and stories until the pizza in front them was gone.
Emis guest never showed, so after paying the tab the pair climbed into Troys truck and headed towards their parents beautiful colonial on the outskirts of the woods several minutes from the center of town - windows rolled down as usual while they blared the local Country Music station all the way home.

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Star remained very silent, slowly blending into her surrounding, nearly becoming invisible. She felt a weird tingly feeling and the number 4 bounce around inside her mind, with the faint pulse of the number 1. Confused, Star decided she didn't want to stay here. Star could teleport anywhere in a 5 mile radius, so, not wanting to be seen, she decided to pop out of the forest. When she emerged on a road, the tingling grew worse, except she could only make out the number 1 in her mind. A man no to far away form her had stopped his truck and was staring aimlessly at the woods. Seeing as Star was still camouflaged, he wouldn't be able to see her. Whenever she glanced at the man she got the weirdest feeling. Almost on instinct, she decided to find out who he was.

But before she could show herself, he suddenly pushed the gas and was speeding away. Star concentrated and teleported onto the bed of the truck. Not wanting to cause a scene to any cars passing by, Star transformed into a simple blue-jay. It was painful and slow, but better than getting spotted on the roof of some guys car. All the while, the odd feeling radiated from the number on her neck. The guy had gotten out and went into a house, but came out a little later and drove to a bar.

Curious, she transformed back into her normal self and entered the bar, grabbing a seat at the counter, close to the guy and a girl who faintly resembled the man. She guess maybe they were siblings. And judging by the conversation, they were. Suddenly, a comment sparked Star's interest. ""Well why don't you just read my mind and figure it out!"

Could it be true? Weirder things have happened. And what was with the weird feeling? Shaking her head, she realized the guy was leaving. Star didn't have any money on her so she couldn't pay. Felling guilty, she teleported out of there, hoping the bartender didn't see her teleport.

But Star had missed her target. She didn't teleport where she thought she would end up. Instead, she teleported right in from of the guy that just left. Letting out a startled scream of fright, She backed up, nearly tripping to the ground.

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(I just realized that we have to same first name)

Spitfire grumbled as she texted Cyrus. One of the keys wouldn't work. Spitfire frowned in frustration as she pressed the glass, hard. It shattered and it broke into a million little pieces. "Dammit!" Spitfire exclaimed, throwing her phone at the ground. It made an indention in the ground. "Oops," She winced as she picked it up carefully. Spitfire knew it couldn't be repaired. She held a flame to it until it turned to ashes. "There, no one needs to know," Spitfire exclaimed, dusting off her hands.

Spitfire kept walking. It was getting chilly. "I better head home," She grumbled. Her leggings got stuck on a thorn, shredding it. "Ugh!" Spitfire untangled the mess. The leggings had ripped at her ankle. Spitfire sat down and pulled out a safety pin and held the leggings together. "I;ll just throw these away, and it'll all be good," Spitfire exclaimed. She walked along and got out of the forest. She tried to start up her motorcycle, but it made a horrible sound. "UGH!" Spitfire kicked it in frustration. A huge dent appeared. Spitfire hit her head as she tried to bend it back to shape. She looked up, it was pretty dark on the road. Even if she got it in working order, her headlight was shattered now.

Spitfire groaned as she started to walk her bike along. "This will take FOREVER!" She yelled out, scaring a few birds away. Spitfire could feel an intense warmth growing in her head. She quickly blew on her hands, which had started to smolder and smoke. "Ugh!" She cried out in frustration.

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Spitfire finally got home. Her mother glared at her. "Where were you?" She demanded. "I was on a walk!" "You know, I can kick you out right now! You shouldn't have been depending on me this long! If you want, you can just go live with your whack brothers!" "Stop! They're not whack, or bad role models or anything. YOU are the worst!" Spitfire pointed her finger towards her, accidentally setting her clothes on fire.

"AH!" She screamed, running for the kitchen sink, dousing herself in water. "I-I'm so sorry!" "THAT'S IT! GET OUT!" Her mother hissed, pushing Spitfire out of the house. "NOW!" She demanded. Spitfire hesitated, but started to run as fast as she could. She felt embarrassed and ashamed. She kicked at the ground, knocking the safety pin out of her legging. "Stupid thing," She muttered, trying to put it back in. She dropped it, and it rolled into the sewer. "UGH!" She threw her hands up in the air.

Spitfire walked her bike along some more before the anger just built up inside her. She punted the motorcycle, making it fly. It landed in the middle of the road, luckily, no one was there. It had made a big dent in the road. Spitfire pushed it behind the bushes, hiding it. She walked along, the grass burning slightly as she stepped on it.

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Spitfire huddled up, cold from the rain. She spat at the ground, angry with her mother. She kicked at the ground once more before sitting dow, her back against a wet tree.

Spitfire shuddered, suffering from the freezing cold rain. She clenched her fists. She hated both rain and the cold, it just didn't go with her. She was going to get sick at this rate.

Spitfire let out a sneeze into her elbow, which left her sleeve charred. She frowned. She could find her two brothers, Cyrus was everywhere, and maybe Tom was back at the auto shop. Maybe. She stood up, cold as she rubbed her shoulders.

She walked across the sidewalk, holding out her thumb.

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Spitfire stood there for about five minutes before giving up. A scowl appeared on her face. Now that she thought about it, her brothers wouldn't be able to take her in. Cyrus was living off a odd job salary, she didn't know where Tom was, and he lived in a one bedroom house with his girlfriend already, and she hated Spitfire. Spitfire rubbed her shoulders. The rain was freezing.

Spitfire sat down dangerously close to the road, rubbing her boots on the sidewalk. She scowled at the cars passing by. She was cold and was homeless for the moment. She traced her finger on the sidewalk, studying a leaf imprint. She sighed. Spitfire hugged herself again, slowly rocking back and forth, humming to herself.

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Spitfire opened her eyes. She groaned at the thought of sunlight, and seeing it was even worse. Suddenly, losing her balance, she fell out of the tree she had slept in. The ground was muddy, and she ended up falling in a big mud slick. "AH!" She let out a shriek as she stood up and slipped again. She sneezed, setting her sleeve on fire. She scuffed it out and shivered. Spitfire felt crappy. She was still damp from the rain. Now she would be walking, homeless, damp and mud covered to who knew where. Sadly, the mud would only dry over time. Looking back at the direction of her house, she shook her head.

Spitfire looked up at the bright sun that was blinding her. She put her hand in front of it, shielding her eyes. She slowly moved her hand from the sun, slowly getting used to the light. Once she was used to it, Spitfire started a slow jog through the forest before she came to the sidewalk, her feet slapping the ground. She let out a fit of coughing followed by some sneezes. She hugged herself as she ran along. She wanted to go home, but that meant defeat, giving up. And now that she had been really kicked out, there was no going back. She couldn't stay with Cyrus or Tom, that would put them in too much danger. Besides, they had themselves to take care of, and they could barely do that.

Spitfire fumbled through her wallet. There was a mud-soaked five and three twenties. That was enough to get her food for about three or so days, considering she would eat gas station food and maybe they would let her inside a McDonalds if she cleaned up a bit. Her stomach growled loudly. If she was at home, she would be eating some yogurt and granola, sipping on iced tea and she logged onto online college. That was never her home. Her real parents weren't there, just a crabby old lady and a slob who were still better then the rest. She moved her fiery red hair back. There was an uncomfortable crick in her neck. Rubbing it, she sighed. "I guess that's what happens when you sleep in a tree," She muttered.

Once she reached a bus stop, she sat down on the bench. Most likely, she couldn't afford a bus ride. Suddenly, an old rust bucket made the climb from a hill up to the bus stop, then halted to a stop. The tinted windows rolled down, revealing an unwelcome sight. Recognizing the car, Spitfire tried to cover her face with her knees. A loud laugh came from the girl, who roughly moved her legs aside. "There you are freak! I told Tom it wouldn't be long until your mother kicked your pathetic ass out," Another snicker came from beside her, one of her stupid friends. Spitfire huddled up some more. "Aw, what's wrong freak?" Tom's girlfriend, Kelly, kept trashing her before Spitfire had enough.

Spitfire suddenly stood up without waring. She punched Kelly in the face. "AH!" She screamed. "My nose! My nose!" She cried as she was beaten to the ground, Spitfire hitting her nose constantly. Her friend backed up in horror as she spied Kelly's nose. It was bloody, and the skin was raw, thanks to Spitfire's strength. "Next time, it won't be your goddamn nose!" Spitfire yelled. She started to run, leaving the two girls to shriek over her nose.

Spitfire trudged along. Spying a stray hoodie, she snatched it up and put it on. It was bright red. She looked pretty odd, almost walk of shame-like. She shoved her hands in it and put up the hood, closing it up so far you couldn't see her face well. Spitfire sat on a bench next to an old lady waiting for someone to pick her up. The old lady started to go on about something that Spitfire could care less about. Once a car appeared, the old woman ran towards it and they drove off. Spitfire saw something on the ground. It was a wallet. She looked inside. It was the old ladies', but there was no way to track her down. Spitfire grinned at the sight of cash. She pulled out enough money to buy herself some lunch and headed into a restaurant. She still had some mud on her clothes, but the hoodie covered it.

Once she was seated, Spitfire looked around. She could see everyone seated, filling up the booths. None of them were alone. There was an old couple, a family of three, a family with five kids, etc. She waited for someone to ask for her order when she saw a car pull up. She watched intently as she saw something strange. Did that girl's hair just change? Spitfire rubbed her eyes, shaking her head. She was probably just tired. After she and a guy got seated, Spitfire let out a loud sneeze. She quickly patted out the fire her sneeze had started. Hopefully no one saw, and no one seemed to. Spitfire let out a sigh of relief.

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Troy couldn't help but snicker under his breath at her rapid fire questioning.
"Take a deep breath or you're gonna pass out." he'd joke, before getting up and placing an order at the counter for a large cheese pizza - leaving an anxious Star in the wind for a few minutes longer. It was then the smile on his face would begin to disappear, as a ping in the back of his mind alerted him to another of the four's entrance into the restaurant.
"You've gotta be kidding me..." he thought to himself before paying for the order up front.



As he walked back to his seat he'd catch a glimpse of the Red head who had just entered but made a point not to stare, before sitting back down at his booth with Star - several tables away from where the girl who just entered sat and far enough away from all the other patrons so that he could explain things in Private.


"I don't even know where to start...."

Troy would eventually start from the beginning, sharing the fact that he had an initial connection with all of the four the day of the Blackout soon after they were "changed" forever. He went on to tell Star to dismiss all the wild theories of world-wide power grid failures due to solar rays, Martians, Big Banks, an so on.

"It's the Government, I don't know why us or more importantly how, but I do know who. For the first few months after the Blackout I had a telepathic connection with a man named Timothy Hopkins, I think he was a crucial part of the team behind this experiment gone wrong? I don't think he was aware he was linked to me though an I don't know how or why he was. But-"
Troy would stop when he noticed the waiter bringing over their Pizza, an after taking a few bites out of a slice he'd begin again.
"-I over heard things he was thinking, nothing that made sense at the time but over the years I've reflected on a lot of it and come up with some theories."

He shared some of his memories with her, about how Timothy Hopkins seemed to regret the role he played in the Blackout, and how he constantly heard Hopkins apologizing and trying to come up with ways to fix all the things that "went wrong".
"Sometimes I thought he was trying to talk to me directly as a kid, but when I think back it's likely he had no idea we were telepathically connected....from the things he said I don't even think we were the ones meant to get these powers, and were just accidentally affected when whatever controlled experiment they were doing went haywire. Of course these are all speculations on my part, I wish I could ask him but oddly enough I stopped hearing his voice four months exactly after the Blackout, and no matter how hard I try I can't reconnect with him.
Nevertheless, I should skip to Texas....

For the last couple of years I've been in Texas teaching Krav Maga, just trying to be normal and start a life with....her."

Saying her name still hurt, after nearly two years he had started to see himself being with her for the long run, so when he was forced to call things off so abruptly it hit him hard.

"But I was fooling myself, I knew something would go wrong.
A month ago, I used to my Telekinesis to deal with some thugs in an alleyway an apparently it was caught on a security camera an uploaded to of all places - YouTube. Thankfully most people think it's a hoax - minus conspiracy theorist, and someone - probably in the Government - is doing a good job at continually deleting the video from all over the internet, but it was enough for them to track me down and begin stalking me. Things came to a head when they broke into my house, we weren't home at the time thankfully but the place was ransacked, and soon after I found myself having to dodge Men in Black - no pun intended. It was obvious they wanted to bring me in by any means - or take me out trying, so I had to leave everything - an everyone.
I took an insanely out of the way route back home so I know they didn't tail me, but who knows how long it'll be until they find out we're here."


Troy would briefly go over the accident in Oklahoma and his trip afterwards before waving the waiter over to ask for a beer. After downing nearly half of it he'd look back up at Star and force himself to smile in an attempt to calm her nerves some if need be.
"I owe a lot of my knowledge about you guys to that initial connection I experienced as a child. I wasn't able to actually envision you guys telepathically or understand the information within my own memory though until my own abilities began to strengthen an I understood how to control them, which happened several years down the line. That Hopkins guy also fed me random information that I still haven't fully made sense of, but after Texas I knew I had to find the rest of you guys and warn you. I don't have any grand plan after that to be honest, I don't know if we should stay or go at this point. I do wish I could connect with that man again though, I feel like he's the key to all this."


He'd let the silence build for several seconds before nodding his head slightly to the side, towards the woman that entered the place shortly after them.

"I'm guessing you sensed her enter right? That's number four - Elizabeth Wendall, or Lizzie I believe. I didn't think it would be this easy, it's like I'm a magnet or something."
Troy tried to laugh at his own joke but the weight of everything he had just shared with her was still lingering.

"I really wasn't trying to track you all down in a day, but maybe the sooner the better? I don't know, what do you think?"

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Walking down main street Adam in a great mood, he held his deck of cards in his hands and was performing basic cardisty absent-mindedly. His messenger bag swung slightly by his side as he walked. His aim today was to ask around and see if there was any part time jobs available anywhere. As he performed a one handed fan he grabbed the attention of a girl who was on her phone, stood outside of a restaurant. She was wearing a shirt that had the name of the branch sewed into the heart. As he stopped walking and returned a smile a sudden feeling hit him, much like the one he experienced yesterday in the woods. Rubbing his forehead he took a quick look inside the restaurant, it was packed full.

Turning back to the girl who must have been a waitress he began talking. "Hey, name's Adam, I'm guessing you work here?" he asked while shuffling his cards.

"I'm Lucy," she put her phone in her pocket out of politeness, "Yeah I pretty much just got this job. Why?"

Trying to ignore the slight buzzing in his mind that was getting stronger Adam carried on, "I was just if there are any more places available actually, I'm out today looking for a part time job." He shuffled his cards once again without looking.

"I think I took the last spot unfortunately," she looked at his hands shuffling his cards and then looked back up, "Sorry."

Adam wasn't surprised, there seemed to be a lack of any luck coming his way today as he'd been turned down everywhere he went. "It's fine, I'm sure I can go and work in the mines." he said jokingly. He noticed she took and interest in his cards and took the opportunity like he always would. "Would you like to see a trick?"

"Okay sure." she said with a smile.

Spreading out the cards Adam suppressed the weird feeling he had in his mind as his wrist started tingling. "Okay Lucy, pick a card, literally any card." after she grabbed a card he shuffled, "Now memorise that card for me." fanning the cards out he watched her put it back into the deck and saw as it protruded out of the back of the deck once he squared it up. Performing a cut he was happy her selected card had reached the top of the deck in such a small amount of time. Smiling as he performed a few false shuffles he thought up a new trick on the spot. As someone tried to get past the two he slid her card into his hand and gestured for them to move, placing the card in her pocket as he politely moved around her. After a few more shuffles he fanned the cards out and spoke. "Okay, do you see your card here?" he asked with a smirk.

"No it's not there." Lucy said as she looked at the cards.

"That's because you are looking in the wrong place, take a look in your left pocket." The smile on his face was huge now.

As she lifted out her selected card she put her hand over her mouth in awe. "How in the world did you-" she was cut off by the door opening beside her and another member of staff coming out.

"Lucy we needed you back in there five minutes ago, get inside and keep an eye on the time next time." he said sternly, giving Adam an agitated look.

As she gave him back the card she walked inside and the door closed, leaving Adam with the itching wrist and fuzzy feeling in his head. He turned slowly and watched his feet as he carried on walking down the road.

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Star slumped back into her seat, her short stature being almost consumed by the huge booth seats. Star sat staring at her glass, and a half eaten piece of pizza on her plate, trying to process what Troy had just said. If it was true that these people were hunting them down, then they needed to leave Lakeside. She had lived here for awhile, surely there would be some records on her by now. She would have to leave everything behind... A frown slipped across her face.

However her thinking was cut short as a tingly feeling spread across the back of her neck, the same feeling she felt around Troy. Someone else was here. One of the Four. Star turned in her seat, glancing around the room, her eyes finally finding the red haired girl who use entered. She looked a little torn up, and muddy. Star could see the mud that soaked her shoes and bottoms of her pants, and there was a streak of mud on her face that she didn't seem to have seen. Star immediately knew that this was Number Four. Troy confirmed what she was thinking. What could Number Four do? Shoot lasers from her eyes? Breath underwater? Lift things five times her weight?

Star was pondering this when a sudden thought struck into her mind. Star turned back to Troy. "Wait, you overheard someone think about this stuff? So you are a mindreader?" She asked. Then she did what anybody else would do in her position. She practically screamed her thoughts, forming a sentence with her thoughts, trying to test this. she thought "If you really can read my mind, then tell me something only I would know." Star almost felt silly doing this. How could somebody possibly know what she is thinking right now? A realization hit her. Embarrassed, Star blushed, recalling everything she had every thought near him. About his eyes.... Star squeezed her eyes shut. He was likely reading her mind right now. Star's face went bright red and she looked down at her pizza again.

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Troy just stared at Star as she appeared to be be contemplating everything he had told her.
Finally, after what felt like forever, she spoke.

"Wait, you overheard someone think about this stuff? So you are a mind-reader?"
It was obvious she was embarrassed at the idea he could read her thoughts, so he'd attempt to calm her nerves.
"Yeah I'm sorry, I guess I wasn't all that clear about myself. I'm telepathic, empathic, an I have telekinetic abilities to top it off....which has a ton of subcategories but yes, I can read peoples thoughts. But I don't! I mean, I don't go around invading peoples minds whenever I feel like it, I have a lot more control than that an I'd go nuts if I did that anyways. I wasn't reading that Hopkins guys thoughts, they were being fed to me, by him I guess....but I'm not sure."

Just when he finished talking there was a ping in this back of his head, AGAIN.
"You've got to be kidding me...." he'd mutter under his breath before turning around and spotting, of all people, Number Three.
Troy would sink his head into his hand for a moment and sigh. It was almost laughable to him how he managed to stumble across all three of the people he was looking for within 24 hours, but perhaps his joke earlier was the truth, an all four of them WERE attractants for one another unconsciously.
It was after that realization that he knew things had to come to head now, sooner than later, because the quicker they were all aware of the incoming threat an on the same page, the better. Unfortunately by the time he raised his head up again Number Three was gone.

"Star, I have to go after the guy who just left, that was Number Three. Can you keep can eye on the muddied red head a few tables away sitting by herself? Believe it or not her names Elizabeth, and she's Number Four. If she tries to leave, find a way to keep her here, okay? I know I just threw a ton of info on you and I'm asking a lot, just trust me, I owe you!"
Before she could respond Troy would jump up and run out of the front door.



It wasn't long before Troy spotted the guy he was after and slowed his pace when he realized he had no idea what he was going to say.

"Hey, I'm Troy, would you mind coming back to this restaurant with me? I promise, I'm not a weirdo!" he'd think mockingly.
Troy would drag his feet for a minute before finally taking a deep breath and calling out to Number Three, several yards up the road in front of him.

"Adam, Adam Dawson?"
Troy would again start to jog towards the kid until he was only a few feet away.
"I know you don't know me but can I talk to you for a second, please, it's kinda important."

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Spitfire, completely silent, as she waited for her food. ONe of the servers came to her with a small mini pizza. The cheese oozed over the crusts, the smell reaching her nose. Her mouth watered. She hadn't realized how hungry she was. Devouring the pizza in only a few minutes, she wiped off the oil dripping down her chin. Her stomach still rumbled. Spitfire laid some money down, including a tip and ran into the bathroom. She stood at the mirror, grimacing at her mud-covered clothes and the streak on her face.

Spitfire grabbed a paper towel and scrubbed at her face, the dirt crumbling into the sink below her. She looked around, then decided that her hair was too ratty to leave unwashed. She turned on the hottest setting of water. If she was going to deal with any water, it would have be as hot as possible. Her hair slowly weighed down with the weight of the water. She smiled as her scalp felt cleaner by the second.

Spitfire grabbed her soaking hair as she turned the water off. She crouched under the hand-dryers, her hair moving around. Once it was dry, Spitfire, feeling hot in the hoodie, took it off and examined herself. Her tank top was mainly clean, expect for a small dash of mud on the lace. Grimacing, Spitfire moved her hair to cover it. She stared at the ruby ring on her middle finger. Out of habit, she twisted the gem, revealing the small blade that Cyrus had built in her favorite ring. Twisting it back on, she walked out and back to her table to make sure the waitress got her money. She did. Spitfire walked towards the door.

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Star finished her pizza, watching as the muddied redhead, Elizabeth, Troy had said was her name, tear through a mini pizza. It looked as if she hadn't eaten in days. For all Star knew, she hadn't. Homeless maybe? Or just having a rough day? It didn't seem like she was homeless, she just looked a little muddy. However, the way she ate the pizza was disgusting, and Star turned back to the table, peering out the window to see if she could spot Troy. she didn't so she picked up her drink and took a sip before turning back around to see if the redhead was still there.

Star turned her head from side to side, looking around. Elizabeth was gone. Star stood up suddenly, panicked she had lost her. However, a streak of red hair caught the corner of her eye. Star turned to see the redhead disappear into the bathroom. Star took a deep breath and set back down. Looking at where Elizabeth had sat, she noticed money on the table, which meant she would be leaving. Star thought fast, thinking of some sort of reason why Elizabeth shouldn't leave. Troy had asked her to keep her here, so Star would. Star smiled, and idea occurring to her.

Nobody was paying attention to her, so, she dropped her fork under the table intentionally. Ducking down, she shape shifted fast, it was painful to shape shift faster than normal, but she didn't have much of a choice. When she bent back upright, clutching her fork, she was the spitting image of Troy. Catching Elizabeth in his sight again, he stood up, and crossed the room, blocking Elizabeth's pathway to the door. What would she say? What would Troy say? Clearing her.. uh, his... throat, she/he finally came up with something. "Um, I hate to be intrusive, but can I talk to you for a second?" she said with an exact impersonation of Troy

Star motioned to the seat she was sitting at, a couple pieces of the pizza Troy and her were sharing early sitting on the table. Star sat down where she was sitting earlier, hoping Elizabeth sat down too.

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Spitfire eyed the pizza, her mouth watering. Of course, she wasn't an idiot. There was no way she was going to sit down with a complete stranger. But, he did have food. Spitfire was silent for a few moments, before deciding to question him first. For all she knew, he could be part of the government. She straightened up, trying to seem tough. Crossing her arms under her chest, she scowled.

"Why?" She asked, biting on the insides on her cheeks. "If you think I'm someone else, than you must be mistaken. I haven't seen you anywhere," Spitfire tried her best to seem confident. She awkwardly leaned her all her weight on her left leg. It was a bit painful, but she'd spare anything to look more brave than anything she could handle. Now that she was legally homeless, she had to stay stronger then before, and be more cautious. Anyone could find her, and if they found out what she could do, then she was screwed.

She surveyed the man once again. It was the guy that she had seen before with the other woman. But where was she? And why did the man's eyes seem different? She did another quick look-over before she squinted, and saw the top of a two peeking out from his shirt, but only the top.

The corners of Spitfire's mouth curled up in amusement. Lowering her voice, she stared at the man. "Alright number 2, fine. What the hell do you need to talk to me about that's oh so important?" She asked.

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By now the restaurant was practically deserted. It wasn't a very busy day, and it was past the normal lunch time. One of the waitresses was probably out back smoking, and the only other waiter was in the kitchen talking to the cook, the sound of them talking coming through the kitchen doors. Star smiled, perfect.

"Quite the clever girl you are, Number 4. Elizabeth I should say?" Star said, taking the chance to shape shift into the exact image of Number 4. It always helped if Star shape shifted into someone she just meets because then she will most likely never forget what they look like. Its just part of her brain. "What gave me away? The eyes? I've tried so many times to change my eye color but it never works." Star sat back down at her table, not bothering to see if Number 4 followed. Like it even mattered. Star had put a force-feild up over the door as a worst-case scenario option. "Troy just wanted me to keep you here to talk to you while he went off chasing after Number 3."
Elizabeth took a sip of her water, and another glance out the window, trying to see if Troy had come back yet, but it didn't appear so.

"So how does everybody know about The Four except me? I knew I was different but I never knew there were others..."




"And you're sure this is recent?"
"This image is within 48 hours, sir."

A man in uniform peered at a T.V. screen, transfixed in the short video playing. It was of what appeared to be a junkyard up in Lakeside, with flames appearing from thin air, and a figure moving around. It was as if the person was lighting stuff on fire. The man frowned and looked over to his underling, who had gotten the clip off of a video surveillance from a helicopter that was assigned to that area of Ohio.

"And are you sure that wasn't a worker burning material to create more room in the junkyard? Either way it's highly illegal. There could be toxins in materials released by burning them."
"I checked, but no workers are scheduled to be there at that time, sir."
"It could just be some idiot with a flamethrower."
"The irregular fire and how they are create don't look like they are from a flamethrower, sir."

"Send a squad of officers to scout out Lakeside, checking for more unusual activity. Post them everywhere. I want two helicopters searching at all times. And keep more troops ready for action in case something happens."
"Is this overreacting, sir?"
"No, one of The Four has pyrokinetic capabilities. We are not taking any chances."

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Spitfire made a quick run for her table and grabbed her water glass, than sat down. She took a sip. "Quite the clever girl you are, Number 4. Elizabeth I should say?" Spitfire choked on her water, then swallowed it uneasily. "Yeah.... no. I haven't been called that in forever. I go by Spitfire, thank you very much," She grinned as she watched Number 2 shape shift into herself. "Wow, I really do look good!" She replied, flipping her hair jokingly. "What gave me away? The eyes? I've tried so many times to change my eye color but it never works." "Nope, although I thought that was strange. Actually, your number's showing," Spitfire commented, pointing to the two showing through the lace in her shirt.

"So how does everybody know about The Four except me? I knew I was different but I never knew there were others..."
Spitfire smiled. "Well, once my brothers found out, they went all stalker and did their homework," Spitfire replied. "Y'know, I knew you could shape shift, but this is just too cool!" Spitfire mentally hit herself for sounding like a teenager. She stood up, grinning. "But I bet you that I'm much, much cooler then that! And don't ask until you see, I find that people learn better if they see than to hear," She grinned again. She just couldn't resist being a show-off, it was just here.

"Besides, Troy or whoever is probably going to take forever! Might as well do something!" She added, making sure Number Two didn't argue. Without taking an answer, Spitfire grabbed Number Two by the arm, dragging her along. "By the way, what would you like to be called? I don't want to refer to you as Number Two, my brothers sadly were too lazy to figure out your names,"

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Star glanced anxiously out the window, hoping Troy would come back already. He didn't so Star sighed and let Spitfire drag her out of the restaurant, putting money on the table before she did. Star didn't really have much choice. Spitfire was literally dragging her out the door. Strong grip? Star was curious as to what Number four could do.

"By the way, what would you like to be called? I don't want to refer to you as Number Two, my brothers sadly were too lazy to figure out your names," Star got her footing and walked beside Spitfire, following wherever she was going. "My name is Elizabeth Starling. But I go by Star. Sorry if that sounds conceited... my mom used to call me that as a kid and it sort of stuck." Star studied Spitfire, now that she could see her up close. It almost looked like she took a shower in the bathroom... maybe she did. "Hey, um... are you ok?" She asked, a little concerned why Spitfire was in such a rough shape when she came in. Maybe it was nothing. Or maybe not. "And where are we going?"




The FBI agent rose from his car, like an ominous figure springing forth from the grave. The sun glinted off of his sunglasses and the heat beat down on his newly pressed black suit. His car shone in the sun, casting reflections onto the sidewalk. Before him was Gigliano's Bar, which appeared to be an italian restaurant. It was one of the multiple stops on his list of popular places in Lakeside. Lakeside wasn't very big, it had a pier, a small movie theatre, Five big restaurants, a grocery store, a dump a mile away from the very populated area and 'The Lakeside Strip' which had several tiny cafes, bookstores, and souvenir shops tucked into one street, each store no bigger than the last. Everything else were a couple miles away, outside Lakeside.

The FBI took out his list again, double checking and crossing off where he just was: the dump. he had set up a couple of surveillance cameras and positioned a couple people there for extra security. Now he was onto Gigliano's Bar. The bell jingled as he walked in, and a waitress stuck her head through a door to see who was there. A puzzled look crossed her face, and she called out "Be right with you," before her head disappeared again. She reappeared again with another woman. The woman appeared to be the manager. She walked over and greeted him "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm part of the FBI," he said, pulling out his badge. "I'm doing a regular mandatory evaluation of the safety and security of Lakeside. I'm collecting surveillance video's from all major businesses and putting up some in places that don't. This is just for the protection of Lakeside and the people that inhabit it. The police have sent in a couple reports of robbed businesses outside Lakeside and we want to ensure nothing happens here. If you notice anything strange going on, please contact me," he finished, pulling out a card with his number on it and handing it to her.

"Thank you. It's good to know people are invested in the safety of Lakeside. We only have two cameras. One behind the bar, and one in that corner," She said, pointed to a camera that overlooked most of the tables, including a table that had yet to be cleaned off. It still had a couple of slices of pizza left on the tray. "I'll be back in one minute with the video" said. She reemerged a little while later with a flash drive in hand. "This has all the video from the past month. I put the past week in a different file if you are only concerned with recent events. If you need anything more, I'd be happy to give it," said.

The FBI left, flash drive in hand, putting it in an envelope with four others. He should have all video surveillance looked over tonight.

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"Yeah, speaking." Adam said, as he dropped something into his bag. "And You are?"
"Me? Well uh, I'm a friend - of sorts. Name's Troy, Troy Matthews."
He hesitated for a second before continuing, as an uneasy smile appeared on his face. He knew what he was about to say was going to sound a little out there, to put it mildly. But he also knew it wasn't realistic for a guy he had never even talked to before to just go back to the restaurant with him simply if he asked nicely, so he had to do something a little drastic....and blunt.

"Okay look man, don't freak or dart out on me but the three, on your arm....it's on the underside of your wrist - right? You tell people it's a tattoo if they happen to see it, but it's not."
He'd spend the next few minutes running down Adams powers, his own powers, and the location of his own Number as well as an incredibly brief run-down of the past two days events in regards to Star and Lizzie.
If Adam had chosen to stand around to this point Troy knew he was lucky.
"Look, the best thing would be if you just came back and met the others - I've yet to meet Lizzie myself actually, but I think we should all talk - is that something you'd be up to?"

Being so blunt and straightforward was always a gamble but he didn't really see any other way at this point, he just couldn't shake the feeling of incoming doom that's been lingering inside him for the last few days. It could just be paranoia after the incident in Oklahoma, sure, but he doubted that. One of the things hes learned the older hes gotten is to trust his instincts more.

"I mean if after meeting the girls you wanna call us all crazy and go on your own way - fine. Just give it a chance? I promise it-"
Troy would stop mid-thought as he sensed Stars presence behind him. It wasn't as if he had formed a full empathic link with her, but the brief telepathic connection from the other night had definitely enabled him to sense her presence more than the others at this point - even if it was only a small difference. So without thinking he'd turn around and begin to walk back towards the restaurant still in view - scanning the area until sure enough he spotted the red-head he knew to be Lizzie pulling Star down the sidewalk.

"Hey! Wait!" he'd call out, before running after them - hoping Adam would either stay where he was or follow him.


In no time Troy would reach the two girls, an once he did he'd quickly grab Stars hand and hold tight as a means to stop both her and Number Four, since continuing to pull Star along would require inflicting pain on her - something he assumed Lizzie wouldn't wish to do.
It took complete control from within him not to form an empathic connection with her from such a strong & prolonged grasp, but he had learned years ago not to do that with every person he touched, for it would undoubtedly drive him mad.

"Going somewhere?" he'd ask with a cocky smile as he looked down at Star for a moment, before training his eyes on the red head desperate to get on her way.
"Lizzie, Number Four. You're a pyrokinetic correct? That's kinda a branch of what I am I guess."
He'd go into brief detail about what he could do before questioning where exactly they were going off to.

"I guess I could chase you around the city but I'm not really going to."
He'd let go of Stars hand slowly and look towards her. "Star, I think you get the importance of us staying together at this point." Troy would then direct his gaze towards Lizzie. "I'd like to clue you in but - that's up to you. You can leave in defiance but I think, no I know, we're stronger together then we are apart, as cliche as that might sound."

If Adam had followed him then he would of heard his comment as well, which hopefully convinced both him AND Lizzie to stick around for at least a short while.

"If you wanna go somewhere else to talk versus staying here, fine. Name the place, I'll drive. But I think we should all talk now that we've all found each other."



Even if by some chance he was strong enough to control their minds simultaneously - something he's never even come close to trying before - he wouldn't want to. Force never worked when it came to trying to convince people to do something, it only caused resentment and mistrust. If they were going to band together it had to be because of equal choice. Besides, the red headed human wrecking ball, kid who could travel as fast as a jet, and girl who could morph into a bird, would be a little hard to keep together if they were resentful and wanting to leave.
He needed them to WANT to work together, but he also had to think about himself, so trying was all he was going to do before leaving town again on his own...to where, he wasn't sure, but Lakeside was a small target, and who wants to stay within a small target when you have an army - figuratively speaking - coming for you.

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Spitfire walked along. "My name is Elizabeth Starling. But I go by Star. Sorry if that sounds conceited... my mom used to call me that as a kid and it sort of stuck." Spitfire shrugged, a smile growing. "Don't worry, I was named after my favorite superhero as a kid, maybe because I set my foster family's house on fire. Wonderful times," Spitfire joked, trying to lighten the mood as she tightened her grip a small bit on Star's wrist. "Hey, um... are you ok?" Star asked. "Huh? Um.. yeah! Sure, why would you think otherwise?" The words flew out of Spitfire's mouth faster then she meant to have them. She sounded nervous. "And where are we going?" Spitfire grinned. "Why should I tell you? Fine, I will anyway, just cuz. We're going to a... wait for it... a junkyard! So amazing, I know," Spitfire joked.


"Hey! Wait!" Spitfire turned around as she let Star's hand go, doing a quick once-over on the man. It was the man that Star was with, and the man she had shape-shifted into. "Going somewhere?" Spitfire opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by his next words. "Lizzie, Number Four. You're a pyrokinetic correct? That's kinda a branch of what I am I guess." "Ugh, why does everyone think my name is Lizzie or Elizabeth? I DO NOT want to be called that!" She stomped her foot, completely ignoring the second part of his sentence. She lifted her foot up, biting her lip as she saw the large foot shaped indent in the ground.

She cursed under her breath, clenching her fists. She didn't know why she was so angry. Maybe it was the fact that she was kicked out, but something had made her more irritable than usual. She bit her lip hard, only to taste blood. Spitfire released her teeth from her lip, putting her hand over her bleeding lip. "Ugh!" She lifted her foot from the hole in the ground, shaking the concrete pieces off her shoe. She crossed her arms, scowling.

"I guess I could chase you around the city but I'm not really going to." Spitfire stayed silent. "I think you get the importance of us staying together at this point." Spitfire shook her head. "I don't," She said, defiant. "I'd like to clue you in but - that's up to you. You can leave in defiance but I think, no I know, we're stronger together then we are apart, as cliche as that might sound."
Spitfire rolled her eyes. Could this guy get any more movie-like? "If you wanna go somewhere else to talk versus staying here, fine. Name the place, I'll drive. But I think we should all talk now that we've all found each other." Spitfire frowned. "Whatever," She muttered. "Ummm.... Ridgefield junkyard. That's where I go," She suggested.

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Star was stressed. To be honest she was a really shy person and didn't like talking to people for prolonged periods of time. Bad experiences.... she was bullied as a kid. And Star could hardly miss the electrifying she felt as Troy grabbed her hand. Star shyly pulled away, trying to control her thoughts. Even if he couldn't read her mind, he would defiantly be able to sense her emotions right now, and what she felt towards him. "I think... we should stick together." Star said, looking between them. We should all just sit and talk and work things out. Ridgefield Junkyard? Weird place to meet, but ok.

And with that, Star was gone. She didn't want to go through another awkward encounter. She stopped at her house first. If she was going to a junkyard, she didn't want to ruin her favorite top. So instead she changed into a plain blue shirt and a pair of yoga pants. Even if she wasn't going to do yoga she loved wearing yoga pants because they are so comfortable. Then just like that, she was gone.

And in the next second she was in a junkyard. Right in front of a man in uniform with a gun. Star jumped back, startled, and so did the guy, too. But he quickly recovered, pulling the gun up, and holding to her head. Star teleported then reappeared behind the guy, kicking him in the head. He fell to the ground, confused, scrabbling for his gun. But Star had already picked it up and was pointing it at the guy. "What is someone like you doing at a junkyard?" she asked, pressing the gun to his head. "Orders. Only Orders," he said, glaring at her.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced the back of her neck, and the world went dark.




"Only one was there?"
"Subject number two, sir. She is currently unconscious, but the moment she awakes, she could teleport away."
"I've already prepared for this. We know of a substance that if she touches it will inhibit her teleportation abilities. We've made it into a neck collar. It should suffice for now."
"What about the other four?"
"Be glad we have one."
"Agreed. We are sending large squads of SWAT teams to Lakeside. At least ten helicopters are roaming the skies right now. Ten more are on their way."
"Keep an eye out for Number Two, she's tricky."
"Aren't they all?"

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"Me? Well uh, I'm a friend - of sorts. Name's Troy, Troy Matthews." He paused for a second, as if contemplating his next words. "Okay look man, don't freak or dart out on me but the three, on your arm....it's on the underside of your wrist - right? You tell people it's a tattoo if they happen to see it, but it's not." In what seemed like minutes and on one breath Troy had explained everything to Adam. Thoughts were buzzing in his mind as he tried to take all of the information in, this was unexpected, and all too sudden. "Look, the best thing would be if you just came back and met the others - I've yet to meet Lizzie myself actually, but I think we should all talk - is that something you'd be up to? I mean if after meeting the girls you wanna call us all crazy and go on your own way - fine. Just give it a chance? I promise it-"" Adam blankly stared at him as he stopped mid sentence and jumped to his own business with the other two.

Adam shook off his shock and followed Troy down the street to the others. Staying quiet and in his own space he listened to the three conversing. He had never actually been this quiet when in a group of more than two. As the three carried on talking he absent mindedly pulled out a packet of crisps from his bag and started munching, now not taking much seriously, he had adjusted finally. Watching as the three organized a place to talk he silently agreed and watched as the girl known as Star literally disappeared from the street; one second there, next second, gone. He stopped eating only for a few seconds to comprehend what had happened then went back to munching, rather comically.

"If I can quickly ask-" swallowing the food in his mouth he continued, "how come this has happened all of a sudden, you people came from nowhere all at once, what's with that?"

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Star quickly pulled her hand from his, but not before the sense of her extreme embarrassment washed over him. It caught him so off guard he'd turned away from the others for a moment to regain his composure.
"Why is she so embarrassed...." he'd think, before slowly turning to face her and the others again - a confused expression still on his face.



It was eventually decided they'd meet up at the local junkyard, and before anything else could be said about it Star would vanish in the blink of an eye leaving Troy a bit taken a back.

"Well then, to the Junkyard....." he'd say aloud as he turned to walk towards his truck, however as he went to walk past Adam he'd stop - realizing he had never finished this conversation with him.
Unsure of where to begin Troy was somewhat relieved when Adam spoke up first. "If I can quickly ask.....how come this has happened all of a sudden, you people came from nowhere all at once, what's with that?"

He'd laugh a bit under his breath and shrug his shoulders as he responded. "To be honest, I don't know why you two happened to show up in the restaurant at the same time I was there with Star, I mean all this time we've had no interaction, it's crazy. Perhaps you guys picked up on my arrival back into this sunny little town of ours and you were magically drawn to me from some subconscious sense of impending doom!? I mean at this point, that wouldn't be so hard to beleive...."
The sarcasm would linger in the air a bit before he broke the silence between them again. "We should probably get going though...."

Troy would wave Adam & Lizzie along as he started to walk to his truck again. If they decided to go with him or not was their choice, but before he headed towards the Junkyard something told him to stop and check in on his sister - which he'd relay to his passengers, if there were any.




Once at his house he'd hop out the truck and jog towards the front door, but when he went to open it his sister beat him to the punch as if she'd been waiting right at the door for him.

"Ew, you look like shit man - what's wrong?" his sister said jokingly.
"Sweet as always Emi."
Troy would push past his sister, walk towards the Kitchen, and pull out a bottle of water.
"Well gee, friendly much?"
"So says the girl who welcomes me back by saying I look like shit."
"Touche brother, touche! Well I guess I was wrong when I thought about telling that dude an hour, you've been gone for a few! Date must of went really well huh?"

His eyebrows crinkled in confusion while his eyes widened slightly at the same time out of curiosity at the mention of "that dude."
"What do you mean some dude!?" he spat.
"I don't know, some police guy in a suit said he was looking for you and I-"
Troy dropped his bottle of water on the floor, walked over to his sister, and stared down at her sharply.
"What did he look like!? And what did you tell him!?"
"Gee, I don't know! He was old, balding, and he just said he was a cop. He had a picture of you from an alleyway, I could barely recognize you."
"Shit.."
"What? I didn't tell him anything!!"
"What exactly did you say?"
"I just laughed at the quality an said I didn't recognize you from Adam! Chill out, I didn't wanna get you in trouble for whatever so I made sure he totally bought it!"

Troy would clasp his hands behind his head and pace for a moment before looking back at his sister.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, totally! He even went next door but they're on vacation....and then those weird people across the street never answer the door for anyone but family, you know that."
"Yeah well for once I'm actually glad they're a little weird."
Harley would come galloping over from the study and jump up at Troy, earning him a quick rub on the head before he was told to "Sit!"


"Troy, what's going on here, are you wanted or something!? And don't tell me nothing!"
"No, I'm not wanted....well, not for a crime anyways."
"Well what are you wanted for then?!"


He didn't have a lot of time and just gave his sister the basics; people in high places knew what he and the others could do and they wanted to get their hands on them at any cost.

"Like, seriously?"
"Yes, seriously. Look I don't have a lot of time to fill you in on everything that happened when I was away in Texas, but I will later. For now I need to go with the others - you'd be better off staying with a friend when I'm not here, bring Harley with you, okay?"
"But wait, are you coming back?"
"Yes, it's just a meeting - of sorts. I'll be back."




His sister reluctantly stopped asking questions and agreed to stay at a best friends house until he got back. Troy would hug her in a bid to reassure her everything was going to be okay before heading back out the front door and to his truck.


"Okay, off to the Ritz Carlton." he joked, before starting up the engine and pulling off.





The ride wasn't long at all, but the darkening clouds above could of fooled anyone in terms of how much time really passed by during the drive.
There weren't actual parking spots in such a place so he'd simply pull the truck into an open spot under what probably use to be a garage and turn it off before hopping out - keys in pocket.

"Star?" he'd call out, but he'd get no response, the small brunette was nowhere to be seen.
"I guess she's not here yet..." he'd muttered more to himself than anyone else, before walking aimlessly away from his truck - eventually stepping on something hard enough to be noticeable through the sole of his boots.
Pulling his foot back he'd look down and see a charm bracelet of sorts laying in the mud, and without thinking he'd bend down and pick it up.


"This looks familiar..." he thought, before remembering Star wearing a similar piece of jewelry on her wrist at the restaurant.
"This is hers." he'd say, before looking up and scanning the entire area.
"Star? STAR!"
He'd jog around the side of a couple structures calling her name but no answer ever came back.
"Okay, no need to panic, maybe she has indentical bracelets and this has been here all along!" he'd think, before looking up and spotting Lizzie.

"Hey, has Star ever visited you here before at the Junkyard?" he'd ask as he walked towards her holding the bracelet.
"If not, I need you to think - have you ever seen her around here before?"

Only thirty or so seconds would pass from the time he asked the question before what sounded like a fleet of helicopters could be heard approaching.

"That can't be good..." was all he'd say before dunking underneath the garage-like structure he had parked his truck under and kneeling down - beckoning the others to follow suit.


The aircrafts seemed never ending as the flyover lasted for more than a minute, an only once the sound of helicopters began to fade would Troy stand up from the side of his truck.

"Okay I've lived in this town pretty much my whole life an I don't ever remember military drills that called for flyovers of Lakeside. Is this something new that's popped up over the last couple years while I've been gone, or do you two find that to be as insane as I did? If so, I think we've got a problem."

Walking out of the garage Troy approached the area he found the bracelet in and began to look around for any other sign that something was amiss - even though he knew a junkyard wasn't exactly an orderly place to begin with.


The lack of anything else out of the ordinary was slightly frustrating, but after a few minutes of what was seeming to be a pointless effort he'd notice footprints in the mud - at least two maybe three different pairs, which lead to tire tracks.
He wasn't some forensics expert but even a child could of guessed the substantially larger ones were probably from a male, while the smaller ones could be left for debate. But there was no debate in his mind, the bracelet, the helicopters, all of it looked bad.

"Okay lets see," he began as he walked back over towards the others - attempting to appear calm even tough worry was beginning to rack his brain. "-a helicopter flyover and no Star - yet the bracelet she was wearing not even half an hour is here, along with tire tracks and some footprints that look a little to big to be a girls..."

Troy would stare up at the sky - barely able to hear the roar of Helicopters ahead in the distance.
"I don't know who exactly is after us, but I they tracked me down pretty quick....and now, I think they have Star."

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While Troy had been talking to the other girl who he seemed to know, Spitfire had started towards the junkyard. She took a shortcut through the forest, (Which she regretted, she was chased by a raccoon half of the way) and arrived there as Troy looked at a bracelet.

"Hey, has Star ever visited you here before at the Junkyard? If not, I need you to think - have you ever seen her around here before?" "Huh? No, I don't even know her," Spitfire crossed her arms. Why would he think that she knew her? It wasn't like she had ten best friends all over the city. Did she really seem like the type of know every person in the town?

"My brothers have found information, but it's not like I ever saw her in life before. Just in pictures," Spitfire offered, but looked around the junkyard. "Why would anyone come here anyway? No one comes here but me," Spitfire sighed. She sat down on a couch with stuffing pouring out the sides, thinking. She picked away fuzz that stuck to the many 4s she had absent-mindly written all over the place.

When Troy beckoned them over, Spitfire simply turned upside down to get a better view. "Weird," She muttered, scratching an itch at the side of her face. She turned ride-side up once the helicopter had left and let out a small yawn, then rubbed the back of the couch again, trying to get comfortable.

"Okay I've lived in this town pretty much my whole life an I don't ever remember military drills that called for flyovers of Lakeside. Is this something new that's popped up over the last couple years while I've been gone, or do you two find that to be as insane as I did? If so, I think we've got a problem." Spitfire shrugged. "I don't pay attention, but I don't think that's normal anywhere. The only flyovers here are news helicopters," Spitfire said, moving a thick lock of hair from behind her ear and twisting it around her finger.

She couldn't hear some of what Troy said, but she heard the end. "I don't know who exactly is after us, but I they tracked me down pretty quick....and now, I think they have Star." "Great job Einstein," Spitfire growled. "What a great idea, to bring us together. That way we'll be sure to die all together! How much fun!" Spitfire gushed sarcastically. "I'm not standing for this, I was doing fine on my own. And I'm sure that Star was too. Now you're the one who got her captured. And don't give me any of that, "She'd be captured eventually" it's your fault that she did, you could have just sent a warning to us, and we'd be fine! It's as if you think of us as little kids!" One of the cars suddenly blew up, a quarter of it remaining.

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Two

It was a number two. Star opened her eyes, seeing only the number in front of her. A number two. Star unfocused her yes, and glanced around. Around her neck was a weird collar type thing that was irritating her skin and turning it red. In front of her was the number again, but several other were also scratched all over the place, and by the looks of it, she appeared to be in a cage, with one side bars and a locked door. The cage was no bigger than one you would expect a large dog to be in, and Star felt awfully claustrophobic. Did she draw the twos? This had happened multiple times before. Whenever she was holding a pencil she would being drawing twos. And Star loved to draw. But she didn't even have a pencil with her, and she was asleep until now.

Star shrugged. She'd done weirder things before. Where was she? How did she get here? Where was Troy and the others? Are they okay? Star pushed these thoughts away, she needed to get out of here. Star frowned. She couldn't teleport. NO matter how much Star concentrated on the junkyard, she couldn't teleport. That meant that either she was too far away from any place she knew to teleport, or something was keeping her from teleporting.

"Tetrasodium Pyrophosphate." a voice said.

Star jumped, startled, and managed to bang her arm and head off of the sides of the cage. Who said that?

"Tetrasodium Pyrophosphate is what is keeping you here right now. There is trace amounts in collar you are wearing, but it's enough to cause a chemical reaction on the surface of your skin which triggers a nerve to not respond correctly, and it just so happens that nerve is a main component in your teleportation. Tetra P for short. As long as you are touching it, you can't teleport." the voice said again. A man bent down in front of her cage, peering at her through the bars of the cage. He was wearing what appeared to be a bulletproof vest and had a gun in it's holster.

"So, care to tell me who you are, and why I'm here. And where am I? This cage is getting awfully boring. I don't supposed it dawned on you that trapping someone in a cage this small is rather uncomfortable?" she said with a glare. "You are currently in a helicopter. But that is all I wish to tell you right now. I am a part of the FBI"




George stepped away from the cage, already annoyed with Subject 2's attitude. All the other four were probably equally annoying in different ways. George regretted his decision to be put on this case. focusing back to the problem at hand, George did a check in with the status of the SWAT teams. Pressing his hand to his ear, he spoke, hoping the earpiece would pick him up.

"Are the SWAT teams in position yet? A helicopter already reported in a confirmed sighting of three individuals in the Ridgefield Junkyard. We need two teams of SWAT over there ASAP and some air force from above. We can't lose them. Subject 2 is in our custody and we are transporting her now."

A voice crackled through his earpiece in response. "Way ahead of you. We have SWAT team surrounding the perimeter of Ridgefield Junkyard right now, we are waiting for orders."

"Then I will head that way. I've got some men in the my helicopter and we can use everyone we have right now. Subject 2 is contained well enough. In approximately 5 minutes, the SWAT teams are to advance, unless the Four move sooner."

With that, George instructed to pilot to turn around, seeing as they had just left the Ridgefield Junkyard.