Lilith tried to hide the bemused smile beneath her hand as she watched the man quickly turn scarlet. Well, she hadn't meant to cause that reaction. As she opened her mouth to apologise, he simply disappeared. She blinked for a moment, mouth slightly agape as she tried to say... something. She had seen stranger things of course, met one or two people with 'gifts' before, but never a man just vanishing like that.

The teenager piped up again. "We can both tell you're still blushing. Invisible or not."
Turning to face her, looking a little surprised. So she knew about his... ability then. Did she have one too? It was possible, with all the weird things happening recently. The woman fell unusually quiet for a moment or two as she felt the other girl scrutinising her. She decided to ignore her for the moment, quelling her curiosity and instead flashing the man a small smile. "Sorry. I forget sometimes..."

"So....how....damaged, I guess, were you? When we found you, I mean? It must not have been that much, right? Since you're so healthy right now." Grey eyes followed her closely as she passed by. Lilith had never claimed to be an actress, besides, she'd never had any lasting injury since she was a kid, so how was she supposed to know how to act like? As she gestured at her with her hand, she caught sight of something uncomfortably familiar; traces of blood around the fingernails. Incredibly easy to miss, deceptively hard to remove. This raised her suspicions, but she remained silent, just watching the kid until she had finished. "You did look like you were in a lot of pain though...."
Thankfully she quickly moved her attentions back onto their host, asking his name.
"L-Liam. Liam... Banks..."

So here she was, recovering from, judging from the headache, what should have been an overdose, in the apartment of a man she had met not an hour ago, who could also turn invisible, with a teenager with some sort of attitude problem.
"I'm Nadi. I don't suppose we could also get your name with your explanation?"

What the hell. She let her arm fall with a shrug, a grin spreading across her lips. "Lilith Ross. For the record, I definitely broke some ribs, probably punctured my lung while I was at. Painful, I guess, but it could have been worse. I'd need surgery for a collapsed lung, and I metabolise anaesthetic too quickly for it to work properly. Your turn now, Nadi. How about you tell me how you got all bloodied up earlier?"

Liam

Liam's eyes flitted between the two girls. The teenager...Nadi, was her name? Strange name...maybe a nickname for Nadia? Nadine? No, the a was too round for that. Most likely Nadia. Noddy. He remembered that show. A bit odd at times, and with tons of--he hoped--unintentional innuendos. Not necessarily sexual, but....you know, never mind. More pressing matters were at hand, he told himself.

He hadn't realized he had turned invisible earlier. And...Lilith...Lilith's reaction didn't betray too much. He could have had a nosebleed and get the same reaction. He understood Nadi's suspicions, even if he wasn't entirely sure what Nadi's ability was. She must have one, though. No one could have survived that blood splatter on her forehead. And it looked too intentional for it to just be a simple slip into blood or a solid bump into a lamppost.

He listened to Lilith's explanation. It didn't take him very long at all to realize she was an accelerated healer. The fact that she was standing here, without so much as a wrinkle of pain reflecting on her face, was proof enough. His cheeks still burned from the kiss he had received. His first. His own mother didn't even kiss him.

He wondered if Nadi and Lilith had the same ability. It would certainly explain the blood. He glanced at her face. She looked a bit conflicted, as if she still wasn't sure if she could trust the other girl or not. Liam wondered about this. She trusted him pretty quickly. Even revealed that she had a power. Did it happen to you too? she had asked, when they crashed into each other. He realized this was because she had seen him turn invisible. Seen his power in action. She didn't have to guess with him. His was pretty blatant.

Finally, Nadi spoke. "So, you heal yourself?" she asked, though it was more of a statement. "Hmph. As for me, I got shot point blank from the back of my head. As you can see, I didn't die. Not permanently anyways. I also got into a car accident earlier. Should have killed me. Did for a while. But then I stood up and walked away." She paused, as if collecting her thoughts. "It's not the same as you though. I still have cuts and scrapes on my knees and such." She displayed her elbow to prove her point. Sure enough, there was a dark graze mark, along with abrasions up her arm. "I guess it only heals the lethal injuries..."

A girl who can't be wounded, a girl who can't be killed, and a guy who can't be seen, all in the same room? Looked like his coincidence theory was correct.

Adrian gave a mockingly hurt expression, trying his best to give off a positive air. "Please. I'm not broken." He started to climb the stairs, his right leg struggling a bit to move up. "Well, not entirely broken." He glanced around while ascending the stairs, flickering lights and empty halls stood before him. "This place always empty?" No noise except the buzz of overhead lights. No sights except the dark and light in the empty hall. Adrian's breathing was slow and calm, a mask hiding paranoia and fear as he began to enter the hall. Closed doors and haunting lights were all Adrian saw, moving slowly down the hall as he neared the corner, making a sharp left. A similar hallway came into sight, flickering lights and closed doors. Except for one. A door opened slightly, a small crack into an unknown stranger's room. A few steps towards this open door, Adrian's heart raced. He turned to Solia, silently mouthing for her to be careful. One hand reached down, opening the door as his other hand stayed close to his gun. Stepping inside he saw an abandoned living room, papers strewn about and the air stiff. "Is anyone here?" Glancing around the room he turned to see an open bedroom door, the sight of something on the bed froze Adrian's heart. He walked towards the open door, looking inside to see a man laying in bed unmoving and still. A few glances around the room and realization crept into his mind, unable to move as he looked upon the man, face covered by a pillow. He started to gag, shallow breaths as he tried to get air looking away from the horrifying sight. His face grew pale as he tried to make himself back out of the room, his body unwilling to move as he stared. Seconds ticked away, his body tense as he tried to breathe. Moments passed before Adrian could move, backing away as he watched the door. Adrian turned to Solia in horror, starting to speak. "Don't go in there..." Adrian leaned against a counter, shakily taking out one cigarette and lighting it. Taking a deep inhale of smoke, he felt the burning in his lungs for a moment before exhaling as smoke escaped him. His hands shook, his body unwilling to calm as he sat there.

"I saw what happened. I saw their bodies....why do you think I said to meet at the subway station, not the house....I....."

Fear and pain gripped his heart tight. His eyes stung. Water was flooding his eyes. His breath was rapid. Uncontrolled.
"Mom... Dad... Why...?" He couldn't speak, this natural ability being blocked by the lump in his throat. Swallowing, he tried again.
"If... If I was just a few minutes earlier... I could have saved them." He said it matter-of-factly. His mind drifted to the memory.

"J!" Jonathan turned with a tired smile on his face. He could still feel the headache. It wasn't as bad as the eclipse but still pretty painful.
"What now?" He asked Abigail, a friend from university. She sauntered over to him holding his keys up on one finger, trying to hide her smug satisfaction..
"You'll uh, probably be needing these. You know, only if you want to head home." Her grin widened. He lifted his house keys off of her finger quickly.
"I do not stand in the presence of petty thieves." Turning dramatically, with mock annoyance, he walked away waving over his shoulder at her call.

After five minutes or so of walking, his house came into sight.
"Finally home..." He said just seconds before being lifted off his feet. The deafening sound penetrated his ears as the explosion sent an onslaught of shrapnel in his direction. Then it happened. The world around him slowed, practically to the point of stopping but not that far. There wasn't even sound, not that he noticed seeing as he was currently pirouetting through the air, hitting every stray piece of slowed shrapnel. The world faded to black as a forced struck his skull.

The memory ended.

"I was there. I was... I had just reached the driveway when it happened. You didn't see me, I was buried under a pile of debris." He chuckled quietly. "But I was there..." He turned to face the opposite side, where Alex sat. Warm tears broke free from his eyes and slid down his cheek. Jonathan closed his eyes and fought back the tears.

"So, we should probably go, before someone comes after us here..."
"I can't move yet. I've lost too much blood... I need rest. Sorry..." With one final, meaningful look at Alexandria, Jonathan gave into the demon enticing him. Dreams were not always nice to him...

Alex was finishing her doughnut when Jonathan finally gave into his sleepiness. She hoped he would be okay, seeing how she had just performed an operation on him in a piece of shit new york apartment. She was wondering about this doctor Matty kept talking about, although his name didn't ring any bells to her. So she decided on another route.

"Hey Matty," She said, aimed at the kid in the room, "I gotta know, how much do you remember of me, back when your brother and I were best friends?" She knew this wasn't the time or place to ask this, that she should be focused on helping him with the loss of his parents, but when she didn't want to think of something, she always just let her mind drift away. "I mean I have known you forever, but I was just curious. Anyway, want another doughnut while we wait for your brother?" She said while grabbing the near empty box, and handing it over to him.

Matthew let Jonathan rest. He didn't blame him. His anger felt like it was used up on something else. Someone else. But he could not remember. He thought about the picnic again. He looked at Alex, then back down. He then looked back at the TV, which was broadcasting all the madness today. His school, the street, the armed men. Not to mention everything else. Luckily for him, there was either little camera coverage, or it was all destroyed. That's when they mentioned survivors were sent to one, nearby hospital. The same one he had went to. And their best lead. But first, Jonathan needed to rest.

That's when Alex asked him "I gotta know, how much do you remember of me, back when your brother and I were best friends?". He blushed slightly, and quickly took the donut and averted his eyes. If Matthew was ever interrogated by a friend, it would be more effective to have him tell them straight to keep a secret from someone he was friends with. Especially about themselves. At least against strangers they would have to find someway to get him talking when they posed a clear threat or were suspicious. But someone like his best friend Hunter, or his brother or Alex, he could never keep a secret from. He could try, but once they asked, it was near hopeless. Matthew blushes red, and averts his gaze, as well as fidgeting with his sleeve and trying to change the subject.

"So, exactly why aren't you so surprised from all this? Because I'm guessing whatever happened that knocked me out wasn't exactly normal, or you would have asked me about it...." he asked, fidgeting with his sleeve. Sometimes, his youth and innocent looks and smile could easily mask his large IQ.

Alex was looking at Matt as he desperatly tried to avoid her question, and she thought it was cute, "There's the Matty I knew." She thought as she figured out her plan to get this half-bite to talk.

"Well, I guess that... Well, I don't really know, I guess. I guess I am good with dangerous situations, like before I moved to the United States, these bad men tried to hurt me and my family for some reason, but no matter how bad it got, my mom would always tell me to be a brave little girl, and I always was. So, I guess it has to do with childhood trauma or something like that." She said it all with a smile, but she continued, "And by the way, I used to babysit you Matty, and I know how bad a liar you are. We would play Go Fish and when ever you had something you didn't want to give up, you would always blush and try not to look me in the eye, kind of like now." She started to chuckle a little bit, remembering all the fun she had when she was younger. But her story wasn't over yet, "But I always had a way to make you talk. I would tickle you until you begged me to stop, although given the fact I would have to climb over your brother to do that now, I will let you tell me without torturing you. Deal? Now answer, what do you remember?" She had stopped laughing, but wore a very soft smile, it was nice to think about the history she had with the Reed's. She got up out of her chair and sat on the bed, criss-cross style, in front of Matty and J.

Matthew looked at Alex as she talked. He made a mental note for later to protect all ticklish spots. He gave in, as strong willed as he was, he was a horrible secret keepers when it came to friends. "Well, Uhh....." he hesitated, hoping by some luck he would get interrupted, or that he could actually keep a secret. "Well, I might know more then Jonathan or you ever think I did......" he noted, blushing a lot more red now, and not because of what he knew.

"Let's just say.....there are a few things I might want to forget....." he added, blushing way more red. Matthew was sometimes too smart for his own good, and knew a bit too much. And right now, he wished that in his gigantic will he was able to use at least some of that for keeping secrets. "Right, ummm, no bad feelings, right? So, anyways, what's your real reason now. We both know that isn't why, you did tell me you were 4 when you moved here. Or was that your parents? Either way, your hiding something too....."

She followed him silently up the staircase, their footsteps echoing eerily in the empty space. A nervous tingle started at the base of her neck, and she tilted her head to the side, trying to release all the tension she could feel. The hallway did nothing to ease her worries. That open door...she waited outside the door after Adrian went in, smelling a faint, repulsive smell she couldn't quite place. She was starting to worry, fidgeting as long seconds ticked by, when Adrian came out, looking, if it was possible, even worse than he had only a few minutes ago. "Are you okay?" Her eyes were huge with fear as she bent over him, leaning against the counter. "What is it? What's wrong?" Face even paler than usual, she turned her head away, something tickling the back of her mind. She frowned, concentrating, listening. There was Adrian's breath, harsh and uneven, even as he dragged on his cigarette. That thumping- what was it? SHe glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye- it was coming from him. It was a steady pattern, one she knew well...was it? Could it be- his heartbeat? Something is seriously wrong with you if you think you can hear that guy's heartbeat, part of her whispered, but she knew that she was right. She ignored it for now, what she wanted wasn't here. Up, then, above them.

Footsteps. And heartbeats. One stood out- fast and quieter than the others. A scared child? It was possible. "Adrian. There are people upstairs. You can hear their footsteps." She didn't mention their heartbeats, knowing he wouldn't believe her. She crept towards the stairs, quiet as a cat, intent on finding that lone heartbeat.

Adrian turned to Solia, doing his best to calm his nerves. "I can't hear a thing." He gave a glance to her, starting to follow close behind. His thoughts kept going back to that room. The manner, the discretion, the method. It all felt too familiar and yet so foreign. It was clean, meticulously placed. If the killer had tampered with the body no one would have known, but they left him like that in the final moments before death. His heart kept beating, slowing down the further away he was from that room. The darkness as they ascended started to grate his nerves, the buzz and flicker of the lights giving him a headache. "Hold on, I got a light." Adrian reached for his gun, giving the motion of flicking a switch as a small bulb of light underneath the barrel shined. A small path of light lit the way, showing the stairs ahead of them. Close inspection would show there is no flashlight but he hoped she wouldn't press on that. He followed close behind, keeping his gun secure as he looked over Solia's shoulder. No noise, no voices as he saw the inside of the next floor. He readied his gun, prepared for what would happen.
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Claire sat in this small closet, trying to look under the door but seeing no light. She heard the sound of boots all around her, moving slower as they neared the door in front of her. Her breathing silent, she moved towards the back of the room. No noise, she couldn't make a sound or they'd find her. She tensed as the footsteps started again, starting to walk away as she heard the sound of a radio. No words, just static. A light shone under the door, passing by a moment later as she heard three pairs of footsteps. They moved around inside this room, moving in darkness around her, an occasional crash of a door breaking off it's hinges. She mumbled under her breath to herself, trying to calm herself. "You need to be quiet."

Alex was amazed that this kid knew about her past, "How could he possibly know." She thought, and realized that lying to him wasn't something she really wanted to do.

"Well, you are right about something being wrong with my story. The people you know as my parents, aren't." She said, waiting a moment to let that sink in before continuing, "My 'father' is really my uncle, and 'mom' is his wife. My parents were killed back in back home, by a ruthless man. See my parents had powers, I can't remember what exactly, but we always had fresh fruit, even in the winter months, so I am guessing they could grow them or something. My uncle and Aunt were visiting when it happened." She stopped to take a breath, "Someoen broke into our house, and killed them both, and i just remember so much blood." She shivered at the memory, "So, they braught me back to try and keep me safe, and they have, until now." She felt a tear escape her eye, she always cried when she remembered her parents, but she was not going to let herself break down now, when Jonathan and Matty both needed her.

She gave herself a moment to recompose herself before starting again, "Ok, I felt you were old enough to know, I told your brother when we were twelve. Now tell me, what do you remember about me?" She said, eyes still bloodshot, but she had a smile on her face, despite the aweful memories going through her head.

Matthew listened to the story, and found it sad. It also spiked his anger a little, but he quickly calmed down. He then looked at his own hands, however he was then startled by her question. His memory was quite accurate. He couldnt really hide it, could he. "Well, i know you two were in deep love.....and I know that you have a major crush on him. I also know your still hiding something from me, and I know I was not the one eating the oreos in the middle of the night....."

Matthew then added "Also, I know about your diary under the pillow...." he noted, quickly going to grab it, but having it meet him the rest of the way via Telekinesis. He might not be able to hold secrets well, but he was clever. Thats when the book started to flip open on its own. But before he could say anything else, he noticed a flashing outside the window. He peeked out again, and armed men were searching the building across from them. He sighed in relief.

"Also, I know that one of you took my $5 while I was asleep.....just to add that....and on a side note, shouldnt we get some painkillers for my brother?"

Lilith sat down on the arm of the couch, looking from the girl calling herself Nadi to Liam, trying to take it all in. Honestly, what were the odds of three of them running into each other on the same day, now gathered in the same apartment.
"So, you heal yourself?" She nodded with a small smile, listening to the teenager explain herself, finding herself reluctantly impressed as the girl when on. 'Just like Jack Harkness..' She thought with a small smile, but decided not to share her thoughts. She didn't want to antagonize Nadi, not yet at least.
"...And you feel completely fine? No dizziness, nausea, headaches..." Gosh, why did she sound like her dad all of a sudden? "I was so sick after my first 'death', it wasn't funny. I won't even discuss the first time I got shot..." Lilith trailed off, thinking it that maybe these two didn't really need to know about gruesome injuries...
Different, but similar abilities. The common factor being the seemingly inability to die for any length of time... Interesting.

"So do you know who was shooting at you back there?" If all three had gifts, there had to be a string chance that the attacks on them were connected. "Because someone's after me, too. I got needled in the street, sedatives I think, it's why I fell. My apartment was trashed a few days ago as well... Nothing was taken, and the cops said there was nothing to suggest it was a hate crime." She made a small gesture down at her attire before she shrugged a little.

Funny, she hadn't realized he had a flashlight, but then, she hadn't been paying much attention to him, just the sounds she could hear above them. She approached the door to the hallway she wanted, grabbing the doorknob, but afraid to open it. "Ready?" she whispered, glancing back at Adrian, who was right behind her, gun ready. She swallowed, fighteing her fear, before she opened the door slowly- maybe they won't notice?- and stuck her head out, just enough to look out down the hallway. For or five armed men were opening doors, looking for something- someone, maybe. Solia jerked back with a gasp, frightened, wide eyes meeting his. Sudden voices from the hall reached her ears, loud enough for anyone to hear. "Hey, was that door open before?" "I dunno, go check." A single set of footsteps approached them, making the hair on the back of Solia's neck rise. We're going to die, they're gonna kill us, I'm not ready to die! She didn't notice her fingernails lengthening and sharpening until they resembled claws more than human nails, her body ready to fight even if her mind wasn't.

Alex was surprised how much this kid knew, "I need to bring him to vagas some day." She thought, as he said they needed painkillers.

"Well, I am not a pharamastist, so the strongest thing i have is Advil, so i don't know how affective i can be. Also, don't ever read a girl's diary, or you will end up with some damaged fruit." She said as she grabbed her book back, hoping he didn't read to much of it, before she went into her bathroom and grabbed the bottle of Advil and began crushing the tablets into a powder with a spoon and her finger. While she was doing this, she decided to make small talk, "Just you wait until you have your first crush, that big brain of yours will go right down the toliet for that person. Your brother's certainly did." She laughed a bit, before finishing crushing four pills and looking at the powder. "By the way, it was your brother that would eat the oreo's, not me."

Matthew looked back at Jonathan, then back at Alex. He had this strange feeling for a moment, but it passed. He had seen only a bit of the diary when she grabbed it back. He then noted "Well, it really depends on the person.....", however then found himself interrupted when he heard commotion from the street about the armed men. Matthew's mind was starting to drift back on what has happened when she noted his brother took the oreos. He then noted "So you admit to taking the $5 then....". However, he had realized something. They could try and make small talk and avoid it for now, but he knew that this couldn't last forever. City seems to be occupied, people with suits, people with uniforms, and then there was him. The man from the subways.

And frankly, Matthew wants answers more then anything. Perhaps a bit of rage still survived in that need. At the school, they tried to take him alive, shooting witnesses instead. At the subway, the man tried to kill him. The one thing that didn't fit was the death of his parents. He knew this. The men in the suits also decided not to use lethal force.

He knew this would probably get him no answers, but he decided to ask anyways. "Why do you think our parents were killed and our house blown up. Its the one thing in this that doesn't make sense. Excluding the serial killer from the subway, everyone has tried to take us alive. Or me anyways And if it was the killer, why them anyways. And why explosives. It doesn't make sense....Any ideas?"

Alex was considering the problem giving to her, why would someone go after his parents, they would be much more valuable alive, it didn't make any sence. She looked out window and noticed that people were checking the building near them, so she decided it was time to take action.

"Ok, I don;t know how much longer we would have here, people seem to be checking the buildings. We need to change our appearances, they probably have a search going on for people in the clothes they saw us in. I have my clothes, and Mrs. Fitsparick's son is aroudn Jonathan's size, but unfortunatly, the only clothes that would fit you are her grandaughter's." She stopped herself, taking a moment to chuckle at the idea of him in her clothes, but knew there was no other choice, So she left him there while she went back to her old neighboors, but when she knocked on the door, it only opened.

Inside she found a note saying she had to get groceries, and that she was making stew for her family and that she was welcome and her friends. She did this at least once a week, and Alex usually accepted. She made her way quickly to the bedroom used for her son and grandaughter, and took out a simple pair of jeans, undershirt, and sweatshirt for Jonathan, and tried to pick out something not completly girly for Matty, but her grandaughter was a girly-girl. She finally decided on a pair of jeans she was surprised she would wear, but the only clean shirt that Matty wouldn't throw a tantrum at was a purple shirt with cartoon-y fox on it, it was from some show appeartly, but she never could understand what. And to finish it off, she took a hat off her son's dresser, but didn't see what was on it.

She went back to her apartment with the clothes she had picked out, and layed them on the bed, "Sorry, Matty. It was either this or a pink frill dress. Try to wake your brother while I change." She said as she picked out her new clothes, simple blouse and chopped pants, and went into the restroom to give him privacy while he hopefully changed, and she really didn't want to get naked in front of the kid, although, she would need to undress Jonathan if was still too weak, although she prayed she didn't have to.

The fear in Solia's eyes unnerved him, the sound of footsteps drawing near. Adrian readied his gun, keeping his eyes to the door as he moved to the right side wall. "What's out there?" His eyes met her's, keeping his gun trained on the door as he motioned for her to get beside the door. The footsteps drew closer, agonizingly closer as he held his grip steady. He focused on the door, he'd shoot at the first sign of a door opening. His breathing was even, he had to keep calm. Slowly the door started to open; his pulse quickening. Seconds dragged by, the door his only thought. His body shook yet his aim remained steady. Just shoot. Just shoot. The door swung open, a flash of blinding light filled the room as a gasp was the only thing heard as Adrian pulled a man inside. Moments later the light was gone, the door shut again and a man held tightly in Adrian's grip. The man's mouth was covered, the barrel of a gun on the side of his head. He stared at the man, shaking from adrenaline as his grip tightened. He looked to Solia and whispered, trying to hear down the hall as well. "Who the hell is this?" Chatter could be heard in the hall, muffled behind the closed doors and Adrian's racing heart. He glanced over at Solia then back to the man. Several thoughts raced through his head; many questions came to his mind before one finally escaped into words. "Is he military?" His words were shaky, yet his grip was tight as he focused on the door.

Matthew listened quietly, and then went back to the window. They were still searching across the street. He watched them, wondering what they were up to. His instincts told him to investigate, but he couldn't. It was too dangerous. Still, he should. He went to wake up Jonathan, thinking about it. Right as he reached Jonathans bed though and was about to wake him up, he collapsed on top of the bed and Jonathan, and seemed to loose consciousness.......

(Powers can now start SLOWLY evolving, or showing signs of evolving. Remember that they should still be difficult to control already :3. Don't want any big power boosts now.....)

The Street Below....

Matthew found himself outside, on the street. Did he teleport? No, it didn't feel like he was actually "there", more like an Out of Body Experience. He then realized he was on the street below. Thats when one person fell nearby, and a bag she was carrying went flying through him. "Uhh, im not a ghost....right? I don't remember dying.....". He then looked at the truck. He quickly ran over to it, staying to the side of it, and looking inside. It had a bunch of computers and such. Thats when the last two men in there bolted out and started searching the building next to the one he was in. Or is. Matthew knew his body was still there, but he was here. "Oh, this is like Astral Projection, isn't it....." he realized. He then went to the computers in the truck. They were all focused on the buildings, and thought no one would try to get in. he noticed the "T.A.N.C. Label on the sides and on the equipment. However, when he got to the computer, he realized he had a problem. He couldn't touch the keyboard and mouse.

Thats when he remembered what he did earlier. "Okay. Now, I just need to use it on purpose....". Additionally, he had to actually focus on which keys he pressed. He then glanced at some papers they had layed out. "Matthew Reed, Powers: Telekinesis, rest unknown, possibly Telepathy, Jonathan Reed, Molecule Manipulation, Alexandria Tamon, Terrakinesis...." he read, those being the first three. But thats when he noticed three others. "Claire Mills, Claivoyance?, Liam Banks, Invisibility, Lilith Ross, Rapid Cell Regeneration" he read, noting the question mark at the end of Clairvoyance. "Well, clearly these people are getting their data somewhere else, I doubt any of them know what this means.....". There were others as well, but they were covered.

But right before go was about to go, he saw an email come up on the computer. "Hunter Rikker detained at Hospital pending recovery". This shocked him. "Hunter is my best friend. We have.....oh. We have so much alike, we were always similar.....". He seriously hoped they weren't alike in this way too. Wanting to learn more, he decided to try and open it. Using all his focus, he managed to get the mouse to get it to open. For some reason, small precise movements were harder then moving large things clumsily. When he got it open, he read it. It was the same hospital that the doctor he thought would know something about this worked. Two Birds with one stone! However, Matthew then realized he had a problem. He had no clue how to get back into his own body. "Well, maybe I just need to focus really hard....". He decided to get out of the truck first off. When he got out, most of the people were in buildings, but a few were outside now. He quickly took cover behind some crates they unpacked. Granted, they couldn't hurt him, but he would rather not want them to know he was here......and he started to try and focus once more.

(The first half is his dream. This dream thing will be explained in a little while to you guys. Promise)

A flurry of images attacked his mind. Sounds tormented him from all directions. Unknown scents and tastes bombarded his senses. On his body, he could feel the force of the explosion hit him. Then his tormentors exploded into mist and swirled together like a tornado, with Jonathan in the eye of the storm.
"What the...?" Suddenly, without any warning, the smoke closed in on him.

As he opened his eyes, Jonathan jumped. He was standing in a street but instead of cars and people, he could see grey objects. They had no features to suggest anything else. Jonathan suddenly realized he couldn't feel his body. Looking down, he almost died on the spot in horror. There was no body. Controlling his breathing... but he didn't need to control it here. In fact, he didn't need to breathe at all.
"Okay... I'm really confused..."

Jonathan moved forwards. Instead of taking one ordinary step however, the street blurred past him. Looking back, Jonathan realized he had just traveled around 20 meters in one step.
"No. No, no, no, no, NO!" His mind retreated rapidly, leading him away from this strange place...

Jonathan jumped awake. He sat up quickly and was met by pain.
"Argh! Fuck!" He bellowed, gripping his side.He slowed his breathing, then finally noticed the dead weight pressing down on his legs.
"Matty...?" Jonathan rolled the boy over slightly. His eyes widened in horror.
"Matty!" He shook him by the shoulders. Nothing.
"Matthew Reed you wake up this instant!" He shouted before slapping his brother across to wake him. Jonathan could slap really hard.

Was he planning on shooting the guy? She shook her head, finger to her lips, hoping they would just go away if they were quiet....yeah, right. The door opened, light flashed, Solia covering her eyes with a quickly riased arm, and by the time she could see again, Adrian had the guy, gun against his head. "I don't know...there's a ton of them out there!" She rubbed at her eyes, still seeing sfter-images of the flash. "What did you do? I can barely see!" She shook that away, turning her focus to their prisoner. "Okay, one wrong move, and you know what happens," she said in a low whisper. This was making her feel sick, wrong, but she had to push it away. "Who are you guys looking for? Who are you with?"

"Release me immediately!" the guy said, hate blazing in his eyes, voice too loud for Solia's liking! "You are innterupting a work of vital importance! We have clearance to kill anyone who-"

"Oh, shut up!," she snapped, slapping a hand over his mouth. "What do we do?" she asked Adrien, while looking at the guy. His outfit ticklied something in the back of her memory, particularily the acronym blazed across his chest. T.A.N.C. Where had she seen that before? Earlier today....Oh, you have got to be kidding me. "I think he's with the police or something, I saw a ton of guys in the street earlier, surrounding some kids...then a freak tornado exploded, and...and they were threatening to, to take down...to kill the kids." Claire. WHat if they were searching for Claire? Were they going to kill her, too?

Adrian paused for a moment, the words echoing in his mind. Anyone who gets in the way... and they would have killed kids... He held this man's life by a thread, no one would judge him if he pulled the trigger. "We can't let him go squealing to his buddies. But I think he might be able to help us, if he wants to or not." He pressed the barrel of the gun to the man's head, thinking of what to do. "Hey buddy, got a radio? Call in a disturbance downstairs. Tell them whatever you like but if you mention me or my companion here your brains are going to be splattered all over that wall." Adrian gave one last look to Solia before speaking again. "I'm going to count to five, then I'm pulling the trigger." No response, Adrian drew back the hammer. "One." The man was breaking into a cold sweat, his eyes wide as Adrian held the gun. "Time's running out. Two!" The man spoke under Solia's hand, twisting and looking down. "What was that?" He gave Solia a nod to let him go, Adrian's grip still tight. "Three." This was inhumane but he couldn't let this man give them away. Nothing was going to get in his way.

MAtthew was there. Stuck in the street. Well, kind of. He wasn't ACTUALLY there. He was like an illusion. Thats when he felt a slap, and its as if the entire world changed. He was back in the apartment. And his face hurt bad. "OW!" he yelled, jolting up. "What did you do?" Matthew then asked, rubbing his face. He still didn't quite fully get what he did, but he knows he did it, and he knows how to do it. Kind of. Well, not really. But he would figure it out. Its what he did best, figuring things out.

"Uhhhhh......we should probably go soon, if your ready. Other then the fact there are armed men with papers about us and our abilities, as well as a few others......." he noted, remembering the names: Claire Mills, Liam Banks, Lilith Ross. Thats when he told Jonathan "Have you ever had an out of body experience?". Bt, right after he asked, he could hear loud banging and armed men entering the building.

"Uh oh..."

Jonathan got up slowly and stripped down to his boxers and sock before changing into the clothes that had been left for him. the undershirt was a little tight, obviously designed for someone with less muscle, but he wasn't complaining at this point. The sweatshirt was a lot better. It was thin enough to not be annoying and stretched over his body well. With every big movement Jonathan winced in pain but it wasn't as bad as could be, therefore meaning it was unimportant.

"Uhhhhh......we should probably go soon, if your ready. Other then the fact there are armed men with papers about us and our abilities, as well as a few others......."
Jonathan stopped dead in his tracks. His blood ran cold. Turning his head slowly, he stared at Matty in horror.
"We gotta move." He looked around for Alex but she was gone.
"Bathroom. She's probably go there to get changed."
"Have you ever had an out of body experience?"
"Wha-"

A loud bang from downstairs drew his attention away from his brother. The sound of footsteps going quickly up stairs followed after every few bangs.
"They're here." He closed eyes and decided on what to do. Opening them, he sighed.
"Our best bet would probably be the rooftops unless we can get past these guys but if I am right, they will send half of their men to check the floors and the rest to guard the stairs in case anyone tries to come down. I can slow them down but I can't stop them. Get Alex. Tell her I'll be back in a minute. When you hear the noise stop, get to the roof."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He stepped towards the door and opened it silently, but quickly, before stepping out into the dark hallway. Making his way to the stairwell his heart dropped.
"They are a lot closer than I expected..." He decided to give Matty a minute to go and get Alex before slowing the guys.
"As soon as I hear footsteps behind me I'll slow them down..."

Alex had just finished changing when she heard what was going on in her room and hearing Jonathan freak out about Matty. She opened the door and found Matty was alright, and asked about out-of-body experiances, but they could hear men going into her building. "Crap." She thought as Jonathan said he would gaurd the way to give her and Matty time to escape.

She dashed out of the room to catch Jonathan, and caught him at the stair case, "Look, J. I don't know what's going to happen, and I just wanted to say sorry." She felt tears begin to form, but she held herself back, "If it wasn't for me, you two could have been off in another state by now, So, please just forgive me." She finished and she knew they didn't have much time, so she kissed him once again, this time without pulling anything out of him, "I'm sorry." She said, eyes full of tears, before turning to Matty, "Lets go, we need to be quick. They should be below us, so go into that apartment," She pointed at her elderly neighboor's home, "And go out the fire escape, it leads all the the to the top of the building, and it is close enough to thge next to jump. Got it." She asked, before grabbing his hand and pushing him into the apartment, letting him go first, before she followed, but she decided to go outside, just incase they could see her, and they apperently didn't. Although she could see the tanks with the TANC logo on it as she unhooked the gates, allowing them to travel upwards.