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In a fairly illuminated room a man was seen sat down at a desk typing away at a laptop computer. However he seemed to be struggling to put together his writings constantly pressing the back-space key or highlighting sections of his paper and deleting them. This was leading to a slow development of the paper, which was titled The Human Condition. His clock was seen ticking reaching 12:00 am, and his eyes began to drop a sign of tiredness. He reached over to grab a can of red bull next to his laptop, only to discover it was empty. "Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have let Joe to convince me not to buy another pack at the gas station." He placed the can down obviously upset when he suddenly paused hearing a creaking noise. Turning around he saw the door had moved somewhat, and he got up pushing his chair under his desk. He looked over to his window and saw that it was closed and noted that his closet door was closed.

"Huh..must be my mind playing tricks, maybe I should just get some rest." He turned around to face his computer and noticed the latest paragraph he'd been trying to complete was gone. The creaking noise was heard again, and he began hearing the sound of slashing. "The hell.." He felt his heart beating faster, looking at all the openings to his room. He went to pick up his phone and suddenly the lights began to flicker on and off. Then he bolted forward hearing a noise only to see it was his phone vibrating on his desk. He went to pick it up, and saw the Caller ID said Phil. He opened the phone up placing it against his ear, as he did so the lights went off completely.

"Phil hey man what's"

"Yo Dale, so glad you picked up man. Shit just finished watching Paranormal Activity 2, thought some crazy shit was going down. I just got off the phone with Mary, apparently someone crashed into the power line. Just wanted to make sure I wasn't being stalked by a demon , now I know I don't need to go looking for Ouiji Boards in the attic."

Dale could hear Phil laughing over the phone, and just shook his head. His rapid heart beating had stopped now back to a steady tempo. "Alright man stop being a bitch, hell if you're gonna be one don't watch that shit at night. Although I admit I was scared to, anyway cya at the dorm tomorrow." Dale hung up and placed his phone down only to see his door was now shut, and he swore he noticed an image in his mirror. Turning to his computer screen he noticed the entire paper he was working on was deleted, and the mouse had moved. He jumped back and rushed over to his bed pushing the mattress over grabbing a shot-gun. Quickly getting to his feet he raised the gun.

"Who's out their, I'll kill your ass! Suddenly laughing could be heard, but not from one direction. The, laughter could be heard coming from all directions, as if the source of the noise was omnipresent. Along with the laughter was an eerily assembly of noise from the sound of a giggling little girl, the slashing of blades, and an eerie moan. He clenched his gun and began breathing heavily, when suddenly a coat was seen in his mirror. The same coat was seen on his computer screen, and his phone screen, and the noise all came to a sudden halt. And a hand came out being placed on Dale's shoulder, who yelled out in fear his heart pumping. Hours later police were seen outside the house, yellow lines had been placed around the area saying Do not cross, and even the FBI had come to the scene. Inside the house blood had been sprayed on the wall, and written in blood in Dale's room was Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned. In another room a dead woman was seen, and in the kitchen area a younger woman was seen on the floor frozen to death. Outside a police officer sat down leaning against his police cruiser watching an FBI agent enter an armored van.

Another officer approached him with a box of Krispy Kream, opening it up and starting to tear into a glazed donut. He looked at his partner. "You saw that shit Austin it's crazy. All that blood all that killing and all the violence, and not a single finger print. What the hell is the Black Market whipping up these days. Makes me scared, I mean you know anybody who can do stuff like this. " Austin didn't seem to be paying his partner any attention in shock from the sheer gruesomeness of the scene. You may not but I do, people like me, people who can do things like I do. There's more out there, Elliot was right. Those people, there out there, they did this, I thought he was paranoid I have to find him.

"Yo Austin, come on eat a donut, cheer up, I've seen shit like this, starting to miss the south huh" Austin sighed getting out of his car and taking a glazed donut from the box munching into it. His appetite had faded away, and he knew these donuts were hardly healthy but he was addicted. "Alright Dalton damn, and no I've seen things, but you're right the whole no DNA thing is a shocker. " Austin took a bite into the donut, and in another area in Chicago in a fancy restaurant a man who ha gained instant success overnight due to the stock market; Eddie Campton was seen sitting down. Near him was a well known business man John Rosenberg. John was digging into his Italian dish as Eddie went on to explain his system for manipulating the stock market. John just nodded as he took a sip of his wine and leaned back into his chair.

"Let's say for a minute, you don't have some scam running, you didn't pull something to get this 20 million, you really think you could run my company better then me?" Eddie just smiled seeing he was reaching John, perhaps his flight to Chicago would not be wasted. Ever since his rising success he was making all sorts of new friends, the word looser was a word no longer associated with him. He was no longer the Caucasian version of Moses, his beard shaved, and the thrift store was somewhere he would never be seen shopping anymore. K&G, Abrecrombrie & Fitch, and other fine brands of clothes were where he obtained his clothing attire from now. As images of money, power and respect rushed through his head he explained the faults in John's company, and his investments in the stock market. Eddie then stopped to finish his glass setting it down and both men stood up.

"Hmm so I guess for once, the hype wasn't just hype. You know what you're talking about, for now. For now you can consider yourself hired, I want you to tell me how to run my company, bring it to me tomorrow. One of my men will you drive you to your apartment. And you don't have to try to wipe that smirk off your face, enjoy the sanctification you have that you're right. Just now that if I find out you're running a scam, or rather if the media finds out prepare to face consequences like never before but..in the mean while have a nice day Eddie." John walked away a smile on his face. Eddie was un-phased by the threat as he made his way outside the restaurant seemingly unaffected by chicago's cold air. "Heh, I can finally enjoy the windy city I guess that's one of the perks. He looked around at the city walking through the streets smiling at people in heavy coats, and boots. He made his way over to a park and sat down on the bench stretching his arms out.

"So what's next..Eddie..what's next." Closing his eyes he saw images of himself in a complete eternal expanding void of whiteness. Then rain began to come down all around him and began forming into images. Images ranging from him arguing with his mother, to him at his father's funeral with tears in his eyes, to him popping an unknown pill, to himself cutting open a woman's head with a piece of glass, and an image of him standing into Dale Oscar's home with Dale's head sawed off and blood spilled on his carpet. "Such a nice gift you had, I'll make sure to enjoy it, and just my luck I'm in the best place to use it." He smiled at the dead body, as the door moved open by itself. Eddie had fallen asleep on the bench, the words "What's next" echoing through his mind as he entered a deep slumber.
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Niko was seen at the docks lifting a heavy crate, another man was seen on the phone his cousin Sergei Petrov. "What? Really? Now My Boy, Niko haha! Niko will fuck you up, what no you don't need to deal with him, by the time I'm done fucking you up there won't be anything worthwhile for him to fuck up! So you can go suck my Russian balls, take it up the ass Vincent! Well actually you already take it up from that whore, what's her name Sylvia? Oh she's a woman, with that long thing dangling between her legs I think you should check. Not like you could ever get pussy, fuck off, the shipment's mine bitch. "Sergei hung the phone up and Niko sighed as he was loading some crates onto a truck. He just shook his head, reaching into the crate and tucking a gun in his pocket covering it up by pulling shirt over it.

"Really Sergei, Really, why you must you start so much havoc. It is already hard enough with the FSB, and the CIA wanting me, but now organized crime. Do you know how many times I've saved your ass, and how many times said rescues have occurred vice versa. "Sergei groaned as he took out his gun and fired it into an empty crate. "It dosen't matter, we family Niko, If I can, I come, I help no matter what. We Russians, we stick together, we have real values, we're living the American Dream! Ok mostly, we have the hoes, we have the money."

Niko raised his hand. "Some money, and don't get into power, because we both know I'm the one with the power. Niko grinned while he wasn't one to flaunt his abilities carelessly especially with his reputation he did occasionally enjoy rubbing them in his cousin's face who's expressions of jealousy could only be calmed by the "American Dream." Niko felt a vibrating sensation against his leg, and reached into his pocket pulling out his phone it was Evelyn. "Sergei hold on, watch your tongue or I might have it end up in between some poisonous creatures teeth. " With that Niko went to answer his phone.
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Inside a College Dorm several lights were seen illuminating the other wise dark room, several teenagers from various ethnicities were seen Black, White, Latino, Asian and more, all enjoying what appeared to be a massive party. Loud rap music played Cam'ron and Vado Speaking in Tungz being the current tune, with several college students dancing from the dougie and cat daddy to straight up grinding. In various rooms numerous party goers were engaging in a range of sexual intercourse from sucking, and loving each other. Also spread around the party were large amounts of popular illegal drugs Marijuana, Cocaine, Ecstacy, LSD, and other abused substances in combination with various alcoholic beverages. Outside many had crowded in the hot-tubs, and pools. With one person with redness in their eyes matching that of a crayon leaped out the building landing in the pool with a huge splash.

"YEAH BOI! GET YO ASS IN HER TAMIKA!" Seconds later girl with equally red eyes made her way into the pool, the man kissing the girl in the pool, another girl was seen at the snack bar rubbing against a man of European descent. "Mhmm Come on Louis Baby, ooh yeah put it in me." her moans of pleasure only served to further excite him. Louis moving faster "Yeah Kaci,Alright here we go this some next level shit." Kaci just moaned some more, as they went behind the shack, knocking various items from the shelves down. Moments later as things got rough Kaci slammed Louis against a shelf, as he pushed her back making out with her, sliding his hands down her waist, and Kaci put her hands on his lips. "mhmm baby, hold on, gotta get a little drink on." She reached over to grab her bottle taking a huge gulp then letting Louis have some, and within minutes of finishing the drink they continued.

Hours later Kaci was seen laying down on a random bed, the sheets stained and mostly hanging on the side of the bed. She grabbed her head, stumbling forward falling to the floor her head racing. "Fucking hangover, what the fuck" She clenched her eyes turning away from the window squinting from being exposed to the light of day. Managing to get to her feet she saw a half empty bottle of expensive champagne on the dresser by the bed she'd been sleeping in. "Fuck might as well have a drink." She went to use her hands to help herself up when she felt something squish under her hand, and turned to see a small smear of red on her hands. "Ah fuck, ants not my problem, ain't my dorm." She rubbed her hands together rubbing the contents on the floor as she got to her feet before planting herself on the bed and downing the rest of the glass.

The effects did little to stop the hang-over. "Fuck..where Tamika at, time to get the fuck outta here, Jevonte better not have run off with them hoes."She noticed another figure moving, and the alcohol combined with her already weak mental stability made her squint to see what was moving. "Fucking ants, I ain't bouta have no ants up my ass. "She tossed the bottle at the insect and stood up slipping on some shorts she found on the bed. Making her way outside of the room she sighed." Where the fuck is everyone passed out at, fuck." Walking into the hallway she stepped on a some sort of silver looking object flipped upside down as she attempted to manuver through the hallway.

In another area some teens were seen rubbing their eyes, some were seen in panic, and others were out right hysterical." DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT WE GOING FUCKING DIE FUCKING DIE!!!!!!!!" One teen backed up a large shard of glass impaled into his chest as he fell to the ground blood coming from his mouth. Suddenly a loud booming was heard, and many fell to the ground in pain, while others gritted their teeth trying to , find the source of the noise. "The Fuck is going on hey hey what the fu" Suddenly he was silenced as a large piece of electronic equipment slammed into him crushing him.

Michael and George
Company HQ

“With the way things are going these days, it seems like the world might end tomorrow. The specials are getting harder to deal with. Their numbers grow by the week. Fuck, we probably haven’t bagged and tagged half of them. I know we can’t fight evolution, but we can’t control it eith…”

“We can. That’s what this company was established for.” An older Italian man said to a young African American one. The two were walking down a hall in the Company’s HQ, and Michael had just been briefed on his next assignment. The older man, George, was dressed in a suit, looking like a typical agent. Michael was dressed more casually, sporting a black long sleeved dress shirt with jeans and black sneakers “Now, are you ready?”

“Yeah, I just gotta go to DC and meet with this precog chick, right?”

“You’re going to go see her paintings and verify if she is really one of you…”

“Then bag and tag?”

“No! You’re just looking at the paintings. If all signs point to her being a precog, I want you to take a look at as many of her recent paintings as you can.

“Then I bag and tag. I see… Just kidding man.” Michael joked before stopping in the hall and leaning against the wall. “Is my room set up? Everything has to be perfect.”

“The only thing you need on this mission is your big mouth. Report here after you’re done.”

“Name? Address? You think I have the ability of I know every fucking detail?” Michael asked trying to be a smartass. George just gave him a stern look before motioning him to follow.

“It’s Omniscience… And Anna has everything you need, she’s in intel room. I have to go see her too.” George replied. Michael made an uneasy face when hearing Anna’s name before following behind his mentor. Michael was not only eager for his first solo mission, but he and Anna never had the most positive relationship. Ever since he shadowed her during an interrogation, he became intimidated of the woman.

“Why can’t I gather my own info?”

“Because you’re not smart. And Anna tells me that it makes her happy to see you.” George said with a grin.

“I hate you guys…” Michael said as the two entered the room and found Anna seated at a computer. Not wanting to drag anything, Michael moved ahead of George. “Hey, Anna, I’m gonna need the info on the precog in DC.”

Sinful smile spread across her pink lips as she strutted herself and her captive down the main hall way towards the cells. The whispers and stares of her fellow agents as she based them seemed to only boost her ego further. So much for you couldn’t find him…amateurs. “Would you stop that tugging?” She snapped at her captive as she forced him around to her side instead of letting him linger behind her. “You will pay for this.” Natasha rolled her eyes at him, “we will see about that.” Her grip tightened around his wrist, the skin underneath her hand began turning cooler as small ice particles began forming. The captive seemed to shudder feeling the coolness creeping up his arm and down his spin.

As they were about to turn the corner a loud bang echoed through the halls and as Natasha lost focus for a second as something came racing past them shoving her and her captive up against opposite walls. “STOP HIM!” A number of agents came running after the escapee. Natasha cringed hitting the wall and collapsed to her knees. However, her eyes quickly locked onto her captive who inturn was staring at her. Don’t you do it! For a few seconds they just stared at each other waiting for someone to make the first move. Like any criminal he decided to make a dash for it but Natasha was all ready for it. Her hand stretched out and his movements began to slow down and within a few seconds he was incapable of moving any further. His skin began to turn a light blue in colour as his body became consumed in a small layer of frost. Within an instance the frost turn into a thick layer of ice. Natasha just grinned happily at her ice sculpture before turning her attention to the speedy escapee.

The escapee had already made it all the way down the hallway and there was no way she would be able to catch up to him. Unless…. Her dark brown eyes gazed upon the fire sprinklers. Hm, that might work. “Time to let it rain,” her hands reach inside her pockets as she pulled out a lighter and flicked it open holding it towards the sprinkler. It didn’t take long for the fire alarm to switch on and the sprinkles to set off. Natasha giggled like a small child as she twirled around on the spot enjoying the trickling of rain on her skin. But her moment of joy only lasted a short moment as her focus was drawn back to the situation in front of her. She gently closed her eyes.

The temperature began to drop rapidly in the corridor; the windows iced up as the water droplets cooled down and formed snow flakes. The floor froze around her feet before the ice slowly progressed forward and up the walls. Within a flash the hallway was covered in ice, the sprinkles were frozen solid and so was everything, objects and human being, in the corridor. However, there was one exception, Natasha. Her eyes shot open, a wicked smirk on her face as she slowly slid across the ground towards the end of the hallway. She elegantly twirled around the frozen agents like a figure skater performing a routine. Natasha softly hummed a tune to herself, feeling rather proud of her accomplishments.

She came to a sudden halt seeing the escapee frozen solid with a very happy grin on his face. “Don’t know why you are so happy…you haven’t made it outside yet.” She chuckled to herself flicking the part of the ice block where the escape’s head was. Silly boy..



1 Hour Later….

“Mister Davis, don’t play dumb with me. You and….I both know you are not smart enough to pull something like that off. So who is your accomplice?” She slammed her arms down on the restraints around her captive’s wrists. “FUCK YOU BITCH! I ain’t telling you shit,” he yelled at her before gathering all his saliva in his mouth and spitting at her, straight in the face. Natasha pulled her face away and took a step. A fierce look spread across her face as she wiped the spit of her face. Wrong move.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that you piece of shit,” she back kicked him in the face making him and the chair loose balance and fall back onto the ground with a loud thud. Natasha moves right next to his face, her lips inches away from his ears. “You should know my powers by now…and if I was you I would be worried about your manhood,” she softly whispered into his ear as one of her hands moved down his stomach and into his pants. "I can shatter things into millions of pieces." Natasha scrams around in his underwear for a moment before grabbing hold tightly of what she was looking for. Hearing him cringe only made her chuckled more as she softly whispered again. “I like ice popsicles a lot!”

Jace walked in the room and looked at Natasha.
"Natasha stop playing with the poor bastard. Even a captive haven't deserved that punishment."
He took another chair and sat down.
"Yet. It is a quite good way to make him talk. Don't you agree ?"
he took out a lighter from a pocket in his coat and turned it on only to watch it burn.
"So what's his powers anyway ?" He asked

I start my work at the grocery store in down town New York. I live there now. When I was fourteen, an alone boy, the owners adopted me as their son, but they never changed my last name. A customer walks in, a short asian with some facial hair, and asks, Are you Aven West?

I reply, What's it to ya? I get nervous because the guy knows my name.

Nothing. Can you guide me to the bread section? he says like we were friends for years.

No problem. I say back, even scared now.

I show him to the bread section, which is in isle four. It has many goods, but mostly bread.

He whispers, Got ya.

He tazers my neck area. I see black consuming my vision, then I pass out.

Anna, Company HQ
Anna was sitting down typing at the laptop, she enjoyed field work alot more, but she didn't mind some nice calm indoor work ever once and a while. While she was the same flirtatious silly girl she had changed ever since her uncle's death in her self assigned mission in Afghanistan. Anna spun around in her chair to face Michael she was wearing loose spaghetti straps, and short skinny jeans. She reached over to the printer bending down to retrieve some papers, and putting them in a yellow folder on the desk. Standing up she made her over to Michael to hand him the folder, while doing so she used her ability to stimulate him.

"Hey sexy, her name is Sophia Daimond. Her profile pic, and basic info is all in the folder. First Last Name, Current address, previous addresses, occupation, previous occupations, family members, known aliases, friends, ect. All the basic shit we find out, everything we know about , the reason I say that. She's a precog, they can see what's coming, if anyone can clean their record, and know we're coming it's them. There's so hard to deal with, I remember this precog in Germany, I mean he was hard to get, and how can anyone resist me?! I mean I'm waaaay sexier then that Daimond girl riiight" She said the last part in a whisper leaning around Michael to hug him and kiss him on the cheek only contributing to the stimulation she provided with her abi

"Now go to her apartment, grab some files, Patricia is going to set up a traffic jam. The the people who ACTUALLY BELONG in the intel room we'll decipher them, also plant these in her apartment. " Anna reached into her pocket and pulled out a paper bag pressing her hands on Michael's chest. " Our newest cameras, plant them in hard to reach spots, places you can get to by teleporting only, The ceiling, cracks, hard to reach spots ect. Come on baby, you can do it. We both know you're really good about getting things into tight spaces." She gave him another kiss and went to give George a hug.

"Hi Georgey! Doing good, I'd make you happy too, but your wife wouldn't be happy about that. "She made a pouty lip and went back to her seat. “But if you ever want a quicker, or even a long story I’m here.” She gave him a wink and went back to her laptop.
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Eddie was glad things were going his way, he was getting a partnership with John Rosenberg. Upon coming too and becoming alert once more he looked around the area. The murders of the family had made the news, as had the previous ones. “Hmm I need to make sure I find a way to dispose of the bodies, but still let the police know it’s me. Haha, the FBI, never thought a game of a cat and mouse could be so entertaining.” He stood up but was struck with feelings of regret, how could such horrible thoughts come from him. Exposed to two Abrahamic religions from birth, not that his peers overflowed with positive morality.

“God, another concept I can’t figure it out, which means it’s not real, well it’s about as real as Santa Clause. At least they don’t expect anyone with half a brain to believe him pass the age of 7.” Eddie was tired of pondering the secrets of the universe, and reached in his pocket taking at pill. He looked at it, the at his golden watch with a diamond center. “ I need to keep this life up, mama can finally do all the stupid shit she wanted to, too bad mom’s not alive to see it.” With that Eddie placed the pill on his tongue and swallowed it. Within minutes he began to feel a rush of energy, and enlightenment as well as an intense feeling of euphoria.

He stretched his muscles, and felt as if he could feel every joint in body. “This yes haha, now time for a night in shy-town. Eddie felt a warm glow around his body, and felt his own natural abilities enhanced by the drug’s effects. Suddenly an intense feeling of cold gathered around his entire body and began spreading producing ice beneath him that began spreading across the park area. Getting control of himself the spread of ice stopped, and instead he whispered “crack” and cracks in the ice were formed. Then using his numero uno skill he lifted weaker parts of the cracked ice into the air, and then vanished into thin air, his coat seen in the reflection of the ice.

In a diner Eddie was seen eating a piece of pumpkin pie with whipped cream on-top, another man was sitting across from him, eating a piece of chocolate cake. “Alright so this is a new product called nest, the boys in the kitchen don’t even have a name. Come on man, Adderall, Morphine, Cyclones, Codeines, everything I introduce you too is good top notch shit. This is that times 100, and I’m letting you sample it. I know you changed your paths, dad’s dead, well you’re a failing writer, your mom is trying to run a repair shop by herself, and you’re drinking your future away.”

Eddie paused and raised an eyebrow as he took another bite of his pie. “At least I’m wasting away my potential legally, or are you saying being a pot head will make it better? Freddie please.” The man aside from him shrugged.

“If you’re a pot head you won’t freeze to death like most of the people in the shelter but come on stop acting silly. You’re too poor to be a pothead, at the rate you’re going. This I tried it, it gave me a vision, I’m thinking of becoming a pharmacist, getting my contacts in the Cartels again, booming business, cousin Richie did good, till he snitched. Now then this unlocks your potential, helps you focus, think of it as super adderall, a swag pill, it’ll turn your swag on.”

“It’ turn my swag on.” Eddie had now finished up his pie and sighed taking the clear pill in his hands. He was nervous about this new drug Freddie called “Nest”, He sighed and put it back into the Ziploc baggie before slipping both in his jeans pocket. “Ill try it” Freddie just grinned as if he was a car salesman who’d just sold an expensive European car. Back in present Eddie was seen navigating through the windy city occasional seeming as though he had blacked out, but appeared to be ignoring the occurrences. One minute he was entering a gas station to get some donuts the next he was having a dance off with some black kid in Bedstu. The next he was at the club dancing with a girl named Shannel.

“Oh Baby, lay it down, white boy you got it. “She moved against Eddie, the two grinding to the beat. With another black out Eddie was in the middle of a fight with some thugs. One moving at him with a knife. “Wha..” Eddie barely had time to respond stopping the thug with nothing but his mind and projecting him into his accomplice. With another black out he was an expensive hotel speaking with a woman, a reporter.

“Chloe Vangroove, mhmm with a last name like that you must have rhythm, and with an ass like that, I can’t wait to see it. I wouldn’t mind doing a report on that, and I got something really big for you, you’ll raise the female audience tremendously promise.” Chloe just laughed as she took a sip of a wine, being an investigative reporter had it perks, but also it faults. As she heard him speak she felt a tingling sensation around her body. So he’s lying..about the missing woman, lets just see how much he’s lying. “Oh so you didn’t know her, well that’s ok, I did, did a story on her the bitch once, hated her, glad she’s dead I mean come on, don’t you think I make a much better bad girl then her.” She licked her lips and pressed herself against Eddie. “what did you think Mr. Make it Rain.”
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Kaci moved through the hall-ways sad that she had tossed the drink aside, and felt the feeling of drunkness coming on. “Damn that was good ass drank right der.” She said as she used her to hold her self as she moved through- the hall way. “Them mu-fucka’s gone damn, I’m kill Louis ass, I ain’t bouta tell Tamika so she can be like I told you them boi’s was jokesters” She said making her back to the room where she got the drink looking around for another bottle before she made her way off campus. On the ground the other college students were seen miniaturized, many hungover and still trying to process the situation.

They began yelling out to Kaci for help, as she looked around inspecting for more alcohol. “Damn mama right, I do be getting drank like crazy haha, but forreal them parties up here got the shit.” She said getting on her knees and looking under the bed. Reaching over to grab a bottle she frowned.” Damn shit empty” She paused as she thought she had heard somebody call her name. One of the people on the ground yelled out as Kaci was about to turn her attention the radio caught her attention.” This DJ Chocolate Thunder, and next upp Kid Sister and my boi Gucci Mane! “ With that Kid Sister’s voice was heard. “She had a fresh Mercedes Benz that was good to go! She had a Gucci Rag Top! Gucci Rag Top!”

“OH That my song!!!!!” Kaci said getting up and moving to the beat dancing intensely to the song. In the process effectively taking care of those who had been calling out to her, Kaci laughing as the song ended and some Kanye West came on. “Damn that my song right there.” Several small red smears of blood were seen on the carpet, and one person was seen crawling.” Shit..that shit, fucking Kid Sister, fuck-“ He was cut off mid sentence and Kaci was seen stumbling out the hall-way heading to the parking lot.

Her childish laughter echoed in the cell but was quickly cut off as the door swung open and some Company agent entered. She perked her head around towards the intruder. How dare he interrupt my fun! Hearing his request for her to stop what she was doing only aggravated her more. Now he thinks he can tell me what to do. She just watched the agent known as Jace for a few moments trying to work out what his intentions where. “I guess,” she half shrugged at his comment before pushing herself up off the ground using her captives face just to show him that she was still in control.

“He has the ability to activate and deactivate various objects if you must know…but he isn’t that good at it, are you Mr Davis?” As he was about to speak she raised her hand towards him. His lips began turning a light blue before small ice particle formed on his skin as his lips froze over. “It was a rhetorical question.” She shot Mr Davis an evil glare before returning her attention back to Jace. Natasha strutted toward him and slowly bends over in front of him and his lighter. She gave a light blow, blowing out the flame, “Even a captive doesn’t deserve that punishment.” She mocked his earlier comment to her before turning her back towards him and walking back to Mr Davis. “Why am I so privileged with your presences?”

Natasha had notice some changes occurring in the Company. For some reason her ‘mother’ Maria seemed to assign her always with a large group of other agents than normally was required. It was almost like Maria was either worried for her safety or afraid that she would get out of control. The thought bothered her a little. Her mind began to wonder into a past memory but she quickly shook her head to prevent herself from thinking back to those times. She knelt down next to Mr Davis, just gazing blankly at him before looking back at Jace. “So...you here to help me get some information out of this guy or are you more of the watching type,” she grinned at him before stroking the side of her captives face gently with her cold fingers. She enjoyed toying with her victims seeing the fear and terror in her eyes only made her more eager to inflict further pain.

"Hey good Game man." "You won it for us again Ward." "there is no doubt you will go straight to the NBA from college." these were just a few of the things Ron heard on his way into the lockeroom after the nights game. When he was showered and changed ron was called over by the coach. "Ward its been a while since i have called in a favour to gt my guys a shot but i have lined you up a try out for the Bulls" coach said with a smile. "thanks coach thats amazing i promise i wont let you down i will do my best" ron said leaving and heading home.

As ron reached his dorm door with his key in his hand he looked aroumnd and there was no one around so he just twisted his finger and the lock clicked open. walking in the room ron sent his keys over onto his desk and pulled a can of soda to himself. "man live is good when metal is your bitch" ron said opening the can and taking a drink.

"i cant believe how my life has turned out i'm the star of the university of chicago basketball team and i'm the only person on earth the reach the next step in evolution." Ron said to himself little did he know only half of that was correct.

Under nearly any other circumstance, Michael would have kept his cool in Anna's presence, but that ability of hers couldn't be overcomed. He knew he could never fight it as he had already a physical attraction to the woman. As he felt his mind slip and think as if he was horny preteenage boy, his body became stiff. He didn't want to move, because how awkward it would be. Michael was not only trying undo Anna's affect over him, but he was trying to listen to what Anna was saying about the assignment. He was sure George was gonna laugh his ass off about this later. George liked to use Anna as a way to get back at Mike's ignorant comments. Sure, Anna flirted with all the male company agents, but after telling Anna a lie abou Michael having a crush on her and not being able to express his feelings on his own, George was sure he had everything going great. The kiss nearly took his attention away from the briefing on the cameras. He didn't speak, only because his concentration was on his own self control. Taking the folder and the paper bag of cameras, Michael tried to make his way out of the room, but he seemed paralyzed in place before receiving the second kiss onhis cheek. Making a disgusted look, Michael walked away from both George and Anna, and without letting a second pass as he went through the doorway, his body disappeared .

"Wow! You actually had him speechless this time. I think he was upset that he only was going to spend a few minutes with you. You should have seen the the smile on his face when I said you had the files. He practically pushed me aside to talk to you first." When George said with a smug smile. George took a seat in a free chair until Patricia Banks walked into the room. She was Head of Intelligence in the company and was often the woman who assigned missions to others.

"Okay Anna, I'm back from speaking to Pergrove. Thanks for taking my shift for the hour. Now it's time for you and George over here to get on an assignment.

"Well that depends." he said. "of what ways you do want to interrogate him in. After all we can't have you kill him or anything like that."
He took a knife from another pocket and putted the lighter back.
"yet.....he won't need ten fingers for the interrogation or the things after it." he then raised the knife and took it to the captive's little finger.
Then it was cut off. Mr.Davis would scream if he could but he couldn't because of the ice around his mouth.
Jace made some of the blood circle around his head as he rose again.
"You could also say the reason i am here is to make sure that you will stay in control. The normal ones doesn't trust us gifted ones you understand. A good example is that there's five normal agents just outside the door keeping an eye on us."
The blood started pulsing around Jace's hand.
Then he sat down on a chair and started to lick some of the blood off his hand.
"blood type B.....Can be useful for wounded agents. anyway the orders are to keep him alive Natasha. Do whatever you want to him if he won't speak."

Then Jace went outside the door and came back with two glasses of redwine. He placed one of them on the table and sat with the other one.
"heh....I guess you are right. Maybe i am just a watching type." he laughed a bit as the blood started circling over his head again. "Cheers"

Natasha grinned with excitement as Jace asked her of what say she was going to interrogate Mr Davis. Numerous ideas swept across her mind but before she could pick the most suitable and painful one she got distracted by him pulling out a knife. Now we’re talking! Her eyes and smile widened watching Jace with anticipation. She couldn’t help but take a few steps closer just to get a better look at what was about to happen. To her astonishment without much hesitation the agent cut Mr Davis littler finger off. Her eyes glowed with exhilaration, I guess his not as stuck up as I thought he was. Natasha was astonished at how he moved the victim’s blood so effortless around his hand. Although she had seen various other unusual abilities in her lifetime she couldn’t help but be taken back a little. She had seen Jace around the Company grounds before but never had the privilege to see his abilities at work so close up.

Natasha moved to the side a bit as he got up and she locked eyes with Mr Davis. “Worried,” she mouthed to him before giving him a cheeky grin. We are going to have so much fun. But her enthusiasm dropped a little hearing him speak about how he was here to make sure she stayed in control and that there were some other ‘normal’ agents standing outside the door just in case things got out of hand. “I’m not some ticking time bomb,” she snapped at him, shaking her head to ignore his comment.

Once Jace took a step back and offered her the opportunity to do what she wanted she became cheerful again. Natasha chuckled, “It will be my pleasure.” She step one leg over the other side of Mr Davis before bending down and taking a seat on the man’s chest. “I’m sorry about my friend cutting your finger off...but look I saved it for you.” She held out her palm holding a small ice block with his finger inside out for him to see. “So, who assisted you in the breakout?” The captive struggled in the chair trying to open his mouth. “So you’re not going to tell me?” She smirked noticing him shaking his head as if he was trying to say that he would tell her. Natasha ignored him deciding that she would have a bit more fun with him just to make sure he wasn’t going to lie.

She rose to her feet and noticed that Jace had made himself rather comfortable on another chair sipping on a glass of wine. “This won’t hurt a bit…” Natasha smirked stretching her hands out towards Mr Davis. The temperature dropped a little in the room as her captive’s body began turning blue as it became consumed with a thin layer off ice. “Have you ever heard of frost bite Mr Davis?” She spoke marching around his body admiring her skills. “It when your skin is exposed to subfreezing temperatures and becomes injured or damaged….it turns into a really digesting black colour because your cells have died…YUCK!” She chuckled watching the layer of ice becoming thicker. “In most cases that part of your body will get amputated….but I guess having no legs isn’t that bad especially with all this new technology stuff….And anyway you will get all the best parking spots.” She grinned at Mr Davis as she bent down next to his hand. “Hm…some of your fingertips look a bit dark in colour….hm, what do you think Jace? Looks to me like frostbite.” Mr Davis tried to call out but his lips were shut tight.

“Amputation?” Without any hesitation she drew her leg back and with a big swing kicked four more fingers off his hand. The fingers soared across the floor straight into the nearby wall shattering into millions of little pieces. “Whoops, I guess that explains why I didn’t pass my nursing exam,” she giggled playfully flicking her hair out of her face. “I guess you’re going to have to become a left handed now,” she glanced over at Mr Davis seeing a small tear roll down his cheek. Gotach! Natasha stopped pacing around him and flicked her fingers, in an instance the ice around him began to defreeze. A puddle of water began to form around him. She then lifted his chair back up and straightened him up a bit. There was still some ice on his lips and around the ends of his hand where his fingers used to be so that he wouldn’t bleed all over the place.

“So…are you going to tell me the name of your little friend?” He nodded as she moved towards the front of him smiling almost friendly now as her fingers traced around his lips making the ice disappear. Mr Davis took in a deep breath as Natasha moved in closer ready to hear those two little words. “His name is…” But just as he was about to reply the cell door bursts open and some bigshot company agent storms in, “I’ll take it from here. Pergrove’s orders!” A few other agents hurried in after the bigshot making sure that both Natasha and Jace left the cell without residences. “Wait! What?...What’s going on? This is my captive!” Natasha was caught of guard, as she looked hastily all over the room trying to work out what was going on. Before she was able to say another word she felt numerous hands all over her forcing her towards the door.

“HEY THIS IS BULLSHIT! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?...YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!” She yelled after the agent trying to free herself from the hands that where pushing her out the door.

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Eddie found himself kissing Chloe, their lips touching, their hands on each others body. As far as he was concerned this was the greatest “investigation” he’d had in his life. “Mhmmm Eddie so good, what’s the secret uuh” She moaned out as Eddie moved his hands down hr body.

“Ah come on baby, can’t tell you that. Wouldn’t want all those no girl getting bitches getting pussy. “ With that he gave her another kiss, as she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer whispering something into his ear. And with that another black-out occurred, and starting to came too he felt his series of life missing moments was over. He felt somewhat disoriented as he came to his senses and saw that his partner was not with him. While going to push the sheets aside he heard water running. “I’m in a hotel the sheet’s stained..so I was with a bitch but I remember a fight, some black chick I swear if Freddie knew this.”

Eddie put those thoughts aside as he heard some-one speaking. He put his ear against the wall to hear better. Chloe held the phone in her hand shaking speaking frantically. “Yeah Dave I know that damn it! We had a couple drinks, I got him to speak figured out some things with my own talent. I think I get it! What’s going on, and we have to stop him. “ Chloe just nodded before closing her phone, Eddie silently cursed before pulling the covers back over him and closing his eyes to feign sleep. Chloe came outside the shower and approach.ed the chair where she had neatly folded her clothe

Eddie opened his eyes and used his own ability to slowly move Chloe’s phone out of her pants pocket and into his hand. Slipping it under the sheets he made his way out of the bed yawning. “Morning Chloe” He said walking over to her and embracing her kissing her on the neck. Unlike last night she did not respond with a playful laugh or giggle, but instead with a forced smile. “Good morning Eddie, seems you were out longer than me, guess all that talk about stamina was a lie huh “ Chloe went to smile again but Eddie merely frowned as he released her from his arms.

“Well you know, everybody lies, but you’re one to talk about lying? Claiming you came here to learn about the real Eddie, even revealing you wanted the scoop on how I was tearing up the stock market, but that’s not why you came. You wanted to know about the murder I did or rather you believe I did am correct?” Eddie said this all with a calm demeanor and sat down on the edge of his bed and looked up at her. Chloe was scared stiff barely able to walk as if she knew something horrible Eddie had done, as she looked at the pile of clothes but instead felt an urge to run for her life. “What’s wrong baby, don’t want to get undressed well I’m thankful like I said before I love your ass, and besides once I finish I won’t have to worry about staining those wonderful clothes”

Chloe reached into her pocket to get her phone hoping to call 911, but could not find it. Her heart began racing, as she staring at the clothes. She began looking everywhere from an escape from the room the only thing being , the windows. “So what now you gonna kill me, dosen’t matter! I was just on the phone with my boss! I told him about you! He knows, and you think that little power of yours makes you better then me, like to see you take on the whole police department with your little magic trick! So go ahead and kill me, the story about your powers is gonna be written, you’re a sick bastard killing people like us, you’re worst then Hitler killing your own kind.”

Eddie looked at her, the smile faded off his face. While he was mostly un-phased about the threats, the thought of his abilities as well as his murders going public scared him. “Ah more mundane threats, but the fact is your life is coming to a sudden halt. You see I overheard you have a “talent” of your own, as for your boss I’m a millionare I’ve recently got a partnership with John Rosenberg, and see I’m going to help him stop the Energy Crisis what with the 40 million dollar deal I’m going to help him acquire in the next week or so. And there’s little in this world 40 mil won’t solve, especially a little nosy reporter’s death. Anyway I have a hunch on what your little gift is, and I’m sure with my business it’ll be very useful. Also thanks for the head, but I’ve head better, good bye.”

Eddie just smiled as Chloe went to scream but felt her lips jammed together as her skull was cut open by an invisible blade, blood spewing on the carpet. As her body hit the ground Eddie stood up from the bed. “Ooh bad girl, see you told me how you didn’t want to get the sheets wet, but you went on and wet the whole room.” Eddie only laughed more as he walked over to her body and kneeled down next to the now deceased reporter and closed his eyes. “Dear Lord I come to you today in your humble all powerful name in order to seek forgiveness for another life that ‘it’ has slain in the name of my evolution. I did not wish for ‘it’ to take her life oh Lord, Forgive me Father For I have sinned.” Eddie the opened his eyes and stared at the now exposed skull smiling.
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Anna turned to her partner George, as she sat across the room from Patricia who had a folder in her hand. Anna watched as Patricia passed it over to her, and went to type something in computer sitting in the chair Anna had been in just moments ago.

“Here’s the deal, there are many things this Company keeps secret from it’s agents, many things we hope to bury the past such as our origins, agents gone wrong, experiments gone wrong. Even I do not know the same secrets the Founders know, but there is one I know that is grave. Bentley, Harper Bentley. He is a threat not only to us but to society. Harper Bentley had the ability of Lexiconocy, he had the ability to travel through reflective surfaces such as mirrors, bring along passengers, and trap said passengers. He was raised in a poor house-hold, his father was a clown, and his mother died from breast cancer. He had poor grades in school, dropped out, got a job in the house of mirrors. I suppose his the power there, he killed another worker there whom he often had disagreementes with. Then he vanished and began a killing spree blonde woman, the same color hair as the woman he disagreed with. We captured him, but the Company wanted to use him as an agent.”

Patricia paused as if she felt a sense of regret, Anna was about to use her power to make her feel better but George gave her the “look”. Patricia regained her composure. “Bentley served us for almost two years, until we found it he had continued his killing. We confronted him, nearly blinded him but he escaped went into hiding. During his time with us we gave him a new life, a wife, he became a Christian, and was a traveling musician, the latter part was added because he was taught piano at a young age by someone his father’s circus. Anyway let me cut to the chase, a few days later his body was found. Harper Bentley is dead.” Patricia looked at them;

Anna was taken aback by this information about Bentley. If he was dead the why were they there. “So why are we here, stealing the body, or what?

Patricia shook her head. “No Bentley’s body was left with the image of a cross made out of blood and the name of the Weaver written In blood, we believe the is a serial killer out there targeting people with abilities. There are two other deaths a martial artist and most recently a recent college graduate and potential author. All the information is in the file, we need you to investigate, we believe someone may be responsible for the killings, and further more some believe he is targeting people with abilities. Perhaps it can be religious affiliated or inspired, or simply mental instability. Bentley was trained by our finest, and was a self trained assassin before that, this person killed him without laying a finger on him. This killer must be captured at all costs. That is all. “ With that the two left the office Anna reading the files on information the Company kept.

“Someone who could take down that mirror guy, they have Bentley’s profile in this. Sounds like he was a really scary guy, but your definently sexier than him and that’s what counts.” Anna put her hand in George’s as she began heading towards the parking lot glad they were finally going on another assignment.
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Kaci had made her way outside the campus, she had ran into some unconscious people but nowhere near the area where she had been missing where she’d been messing with Louis and some others had been. Seeing the campus littered with junk food and more the slightly drunken one scrambled for her keys before opening her car, before pressing a button to open her vehicle. Getting inside she turned on the radio and drove off, minutes later several police cruisers were making their way to the scene. As she began making her way back to her dorm her phone began ringing, luckily she was at a red light. She picked up her phone and saw the Caller ID said Tamika.

“Hey Tamika, what upp gurl. I told you that party was the shit, yo scared ass didn’t to no lil thugs going shoot us up when they see the kitties we packing. “ She spoke with confidence as she kept going, but Tamika was not calm.

“Kaci shut the fuck up! I’m just glad you’re alive, didn’t you hear what happened! Damn, the popo was there, the fbi was there, all the mutha-fuckas was up at that campus! There were like so many people who just vanished, no trace, there were a lot of people who lived but damn near 100 or more vanished.” Kaci who had been attentive almost froze, 100 people vanished, and she remembered most of the area she explored was gone. Kaci wondered why her life was spared, but was relieved to learn others were alive.

“Fuck what bout Jevonte, damn but why the hell the damn Mexican mavfia going round kidnapping folk, what went down I mean, call Jevonte, call him I’mm be at the dorm in a few mins, don’t need a” Kaci suddenly grabbed her wheel and swerve to the side, having taken her eyes off the wheel and nearly running into a mail truck” Ah Shit fuuuck” Kaci tried her best but it appeared they would collide. Closing her eyes she felt the car running into something, but not the impact she expected. She slammed onto the break and was shocked to see the mail truck had vanished. “The Fuck?! Kaci looked around and made her way outside the car seeing her car was damaged. Looking down she saw the tire had been damaged, and picked up what appeared to be a totaled toy truck. “The Fuck, I swore this shit was a real truck.” Kaci looked at it before tossing it inside her car and getting back in. “I’m seeing shit, someone musta put some strong ass shit in that drink, and my dumb ass goes and downs the shit. “Kaci sighed so many thoughts were racing through her head and picked up her phone. Going to contacts she found repair man and pressed his name calling him, before continuing her drive now heading to nearest auto repair-shop.
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Niko held a gun in his hand, Sergei was armed as well, and a few other thugs as well. Sergei was ignoring Niko who let out a torrent of foul language blaming him for the situation. Vincent and his men had come down to confiscate a shipment of heroin Sergei was smuggling into the state. “Damn damn damn it Niko use your magic, fuck it, GO GO kill the bastards. “Sergei spotted a thug and opened fire, the thug moving behind a crate, and Niko grabbed his own gun rushing out from behind the crate him and his cousin were hiding out in-front of. As two thugs opened fire Niko opened up a portal and vanished reappearing behind the thug shooting him in the head.

The other thug turned but Niko grabbed his arm and kneed him in the chest. Knocking the breath out his body with that blow, a bullet whizzed passed him hitting the thug. Sergei had fired the shit, with Niko on the offensive, the other thugs had moved out. In an hour the fight was over, a portal opened as Niko appeared. “I got Dragon and his friend to the hospital, others are fine, how did interrogating Vincent go? Who was his source.”

Sergei sighed as he handed Niko a blunt he had been smoking, and lit it. “Fucking asshole, we beat him, burn him, threaten to kill wife, claims “Whore cheating” anyway. He won’t talk, all he said is Flashdrive told him. A Fucking computer chip told him about the shipment huh.” As he explained his frustration with the situation Niko took in the marijuana smoke his eyes starting to get a reddish tint. Niko handed him the blunt.

“You sure you been smoking this shit, cuz you’re bitching more than a pregnant woman. As for this Vincent, you guys don’t know what real torture is, just give me the knife, I make him talk. I will, he talk when I’m done.” Niko just smiled as Sergei handed him knife, as he made his way inside the room where Vincent was tied up.

When Davis was just about to finally speak Jace rose up and walked over there with a smile of excitement.
"Finally." Then the room was overrun with agents.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME. TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME PATHETIC LITTLE MAN." Jace shouted as the agents tried to force him out.
It ended with Jace kicking one of them in the face.
Then he was taken outside.
"I told you Natasha.....They don't trust us a single bit." Jace said as they stood outside.
"bastards....I'll need to hunt someone for this. You coming Natasha ?"
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Sophia Daimond's Apartment.
"Hey Sophia how are you doing ? Your new apartment looks quite good." Alexander said.
"ah hey Alex. Yeah but it weren't exactly cheap either." She answered.
He walked in with some pictures.
"I brought some things to lighten it up." He said.
Then he closed the door.
"So...Any news on why you think you can see what'll happen ?" He asked.
Sophia answered "no i still don't have a really idea. What about you ? Have you spotted any difference ?"
"Yea check this out." He said as he took the black book.
Then he drew a bird and when he was done it flew out of the book.
"Nice. Fits you good don't you think ?"
"Yea i think you're right" he laughed.
"Well what do you say we go out for a bite ? Heard there is a good chinese restaurant just down the street." he said
"Sure. also feeling a bit hungry" she simply answered

Victoria Summers


The sound of violin strings being played in a quick, almost poetic way, rang out through the halls of The Newport School, a name it had often been shortened to in reference. The sounds were high and light, and while they weren't frantic, they had a sound of urgency in them.

Playing this violin was none other than Victoria Summers, and anyone from the school would have not been surprised even in the slightest to find her there, playing away at the wooden instrument grasped tightly between her dainty hands. It was a normal sight for anyone in the school, and any passerbyers usually found themselves calmed by whatever tune she had decided to play. None but the new students were surprised to know that she played all the songs from memory, too. And all of that was because she couldn't see.

But it wasn't like she couldn't see - no, her powers saved her from that fate. She just couldn't let anyone but her immediate family know about it.

Vivaldi's 'Four Seasons' tumbled forth from her violin; currently, she was playing an excerpt from 'Summer'. She smiled happily as the fingers of her right hand drew the bow across the strings, and the ones on her left moved in a memorized dance of notes, pressing against the appropriate strings at the appropriate times.

A voice spoke up from the doorway of the room she stood inside of - one of the music rooms - and Victoria immediately stopped playing, turning to acknowledge that she had heard them enter. She had known they were there for a while. In all actuality, she had known where they were as they roamed about the school grounds... She had known where everyone was, though her mind had tucked that information away so she could concentrate on the task at hand.

"Victoria, are you coming to lunch?"

"Claudia. You frightened me..." The last statement was a lie that tumbled from the brown haired female's lips.

"I'm sorry..." The girl in the doorway, a freshman and friend of Victoria's for years, folded her fingers together, tucking them behind her back. Victoria noticed the gesture of regret and smiled slightly, before quickly removing said smile. She did smile for the girl, though, as she offered her hand towards her.

"I can come if you can take me." Claudia moved forth into the room, taking the violin from Victoria's hand and placing it back inside its case. The then proceeded to tuck her arm with Victoria's and guide her away from the room and towards the cafeteria.

Victoria could have done this on her own - she always did, whenever someone wasn't around. She didn't need to be led. She didn't need the help, except for when there wasn't braille she could read on signs. At night, and when she knew that there wasn't anyone around who could see her, she would simply walk the halls and grounds herself, safe because of her ability.

She was soon seated in the cafeteria, and it wasn't long before she had finished. While she no longer attended the school, she lived there full time with her parents, who were both teachers. Her twin brother was attending college at Cambridge, and though she was proud of him, she missed spending time with him. It also left her with almost nothing to do during some days; most of her time was spent learning new songs for all kinds of instruments, reading the huge collection of braille books in the school library, and wandering around when no one was near.

As all the other students left for their afternoon classes, Victoria sat in the lunchroom by herself, head resting on her folded hands which were in turn resting on the table. She wasn't sure what to do at that point, so she decided that wandering around the grounds was probably the best option.

With a slight smile, she picked herself up from the table, and practically skipped out of the room, her powers granting her the ability to know where everyone in the school was. When she would near someone, she would approach the wall, extend her arm, and run her fingers across its surface as she slowed her pace. It seemed as if she was guiding herself by memory throughout the school, and none of the students questioned it. But as soon as they would pass, she was at it again, skipping through the halls with a huge smile plastered onto her face.

Opening the front doors to the school, she bound outside, inhaling the fresh scent of the mid-afternoon breeze.







Veronique Wolfe


"First day of filming! Aren't you excited, Veronique?" The flamboyantly charming voice of Charlie, one of Veronique's "friends" rang out through the back lots of one of the filming warehouses in Hollywood, California.

"I'm absolutely thrilled..." the French girl muttered, glancing towards the entrance to the building, as a few people moved in an out, getting things ready for the day of filming that was ahead. Charlie frowned at her, and nudged her slightly in the arm.

"Sure, Miss Wolfe. I'll believe that any day." His tone was playful and sarcastic, and Veronique sighed, giving him a slight smile. Though it wasn't normal and she couldn't understand it in the slightest, Charlie was someone she had found that she could stand being around without having to fake it... most of the time. He was probably one of maybe five people in the planet who could say that about themselves.

Though, of course, she wouldn't tell him that.

"Well, there she goes..." Veronique's eyes snapped in the direction that Charlie's voice indicated, already knowing full well who he was talking about.

"God, you know. That Evelyn girl really just bothers me sometimes..." she started, turning to Charlie who was eager to her what Veronique had to rant about this time. "Its like she thinks these roles will just get handed to her." Of course, the words Veronique spoke were true of many of the people she worked with, not excluding herself. Charlie nodded along anyway, a sympathizer if there ever was one.

Veronique was to be working with the aforementioned girl, Evelyn Petrov, on a few weeks of filming for a TV series she had finally gotten a role on. It was the beginning of the series, and they needed to film a few episodes a head of time, just in case the pilot went well. It had yet to air on TV (as they had yet to film it) but the talk and hype around the show seemed to indicate a positive response from the viewers. It was to be a new prime time crime drama, and Veronique was playing one of the investigators; a lead role. Evelyn had a secondary lead role, and would be in about half of the episodes they were filming. Veronique didn't like the girl - there was nothing wrong with her, but it was probably because the red-headed female viewed her as a threat in her acting territory. She had yet to actually really talk to her; the only conversation she had with her had been a positive one on the other females case, but Veronique hadn't tried to speak much during the conversation.

Veronique had been contemplating having the girl just happen to have a walking nightmare. But the actress who was sort of like the backup or understudy for the role was even more annoying in Veronique's mind, so she just left it be.

"An hour and a half until places!" One of the interns yelled out inside the building; Veronique just caught the sound of their voice, and tugged on Charlies arm to get him to follow her.

"Come on. We need to go get in makeup." Charlie, of course, was also on the show. Veronique had met him on another set for a small cameo she had, and he took to her right away. She thought he was annoying as hell, but eventually realized she could stand his presence, so she kept him around. They had both done separate auditions for a few years, until they both decided to try for the same show. They got in, which Veronique was thankful for. Charlie was also holding a lead role as one of the researchers on the team.

Wandering into costuming and makeup, they both got ready, and were on set ready to go within an hour.

She could hear Jace yelling next to her but was too aggravated to really listen to what he was saying. The agents let her go before slamming the door in their faces. Natasha was boiling up with anger, “WHEN MARIA HERES ABOUT THIS WARWICK YOUR DEAD! DEAD I TELL YOU!” She kicked the door with aggression before one of the security guards forced her to the side. “Get your fucken hands of me…P-Paul,” she read his nametag before giving him a dirty look.

Natasha heard Jace calling for her to come with him. “You better watch your back mate because I’m coming for you,” she pointed her finger in Paul’s face before storming off after Jace. She caught up with him quiet quickly before slightly overtaken him a bit as she wanted to reach Maria first. “How dare they show me down,” she mumbled underneath her breath as her hands turned into fists by her side. Ice started to slowly form around her fingers and then eventually her entire hands.



Few minutes later….


Natasha reached Maria’s office and without so much as even a knock she flung the door open. “MOTHER!” An icy handprint was left behind on the door as she stormed inside. Her eyes shifted around the room trying to find that one person who would make everything better. It didn’t take her long to locate her mother, who was sitting in her usual spot behind a large marble desk. She stomped towards the desk still fuming and raging inside. “Mother…” Natasha lowered her voice a bit. “Please don’t tell me that you gave authority of MY captive to Warwick and his stupid sidekicks? He was just about to tell ME who his partner was…I was the one who caught him while all them loser were sitting behind their stupid little desk typing away on there stupid little computers, acting like they are HEROES when clearly they are losers….Now they will get credit for MY hard work.” Natasha finally came to a halt, taking in a well needed breath before collapsing into one of the chairs opposite her mother.

Maria Pergrove sat down in her office in Odessa Texas, while she preferred spending her time in beach house in Costa Verda with Horowitz being in control she made numerous visits. She had one of the newer agents bring her a cup of coffee just as she liked it, and was waiting for Natasha to be brought to her. She looked her watch, and minutes later as if timed her daughter stormed inside the office complaining about how the “Normal” Agents had taken over her interrogation. She had been tapping her fingers against her desk when she came in.

“Ah Warwick yes I did authorize the interrogation, your methods and Jace’s are brutal, effective and morality is not something we worry about at the Company. But, Mr. Davis’s survival is needed for the .moment, and while I trust you, those abilities of yours could lead to his death. You will receive credit for his capture, but right now there are more pressing matters. One of our agents has been captured by Homeland Security he’s been loyal to the Company for years, but there’s an agent among us who’s not. There’s a mole in the company, Natasha I want you to find him or her and capture them. This is your mission and your mission alone that lasts until the mole is eliminated, but I have an assignment for you and Jace. “ Maria pulled out a drawer and took out a file laying it on the table.

“The Mole I want to you remain vigilant, but this is an assignment, and I’m giving you the chance to pull the shots so don’t disappoint but I’m sure you won’t.” Maria smiled at her. “In Manhattan there was a case of mass disappearances, 70 to 100 people missing who were all at a party yesterday. There’s no trace of them anywhere, the only thing Forensics found were blood smears on the carpet, and it wasn’t from one person, they claimed it was blood from numerous people, and as such could not conclude who’s blood was in these smears. We’re monitoring this situation heavily, we believe the cause is a Special potentially a Level 5. Here are all the files of the people who have been rmeported missing so far, people that were interrogated, and people we believe attended the party, as well as other information. It’s a lot, but I know you can do it, I mean the others are losers correct, you’re the hero am I right?” Maria enjoyed encouraging her daughter knowing it was the perfect method to get her to do something
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Eddie was seen leaving the hotel, with a duffel bag tossed over his shoulder. Inside were the dismembered body parts of the former reporter Chloe Vangroove. He smiled as his body began to have a tingling situation as he walked through the streets of Chicago asking people questions ranging from How are you doing, to what’s your name. He made his way to a dumpster lifting it up and then placing his hands on the bag. The bag began to cool until it was covered in a thick layer of ice.

Eddie then moved the bag into the dumpster with his mind and shut it. Eddie leaned back against a wall and stretched his arms out in relaxation.“My My it seems these abilities are truly a gift from the divine. A Reporter with the ability to detect lies, the Lord works in mysterious ways in-deed. “Eddie reached into his pocket and pulled out Chloe’s phone examining it. He had been able to crack the password easily, and was going through her contacts, when he noticed a label with the words Special on it. “Special, hmm I wonder what this means.” With that he left the ally continuing to examine the phone as he walked the streets of Chicago un-affected by the low temperature.

Then he came across a message labeled “them” and putting in the password again he opened it up. “ Chloe, we’re not here to hurt you. We know what you can do, my name is Patricia. I work for a group who specialize in helping people like you, we know you’ve found others. We just want to help them like we want to help you” Eddie laughed as he felt the tingling situation, whoever this Patricia woman was lying was her middle name. Eddie listened to the remainder of the message before going to contacts and finding a man named Ray with an S by his name. “ So the reporter thinks she’s smart, well obviously she’s not smarter than me, then us. We are going to enjoy this aren’t we. “Eddie laughed as he took out his own phone and began adding new contacts.

Upon completing the process Eddie took Chloe’s phone apart piece by piece and then releasing his hold over the pieces they hit the ground. As he was about to put up his own phone, it began vibrating in his hand. Examining the Caller ID he saw it was John, he quickly flipped his phone up. “Hello John, you ready for the meeting? Hmm, Right I’ll be on my way, just had a little business to take care of. “Hanging up he whistled for a taxi ahend pulling out a few 20 dollar bills the nearest taxi made its way over to him. Getting inside he told the driver where he needed to be and leaned back in the leather chair.

It just keeps on getting more complicated. That Reporter’s boss “knows” too much about the situation, I’m running low on my Nest supply, and apparently there’s a whole organization who knows about people like me. All I know about them is there habitual liars, and from that I’ve learned they most definently do not want to help us. With his mind heavy he pulled out his phone once more, and sent a message to Freddie saying he was coming over after his meeting.
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Kaci was pulling up into the auto –repair shop and just in time as her tire was losing air from the toy mail truck she’d run over. Luckily she had not seen any more vehicles or any other object for that matter disappear into thin air. “Ayy Clark you here” With that a man came out a wrench in his hand and some grease stains on his clothes. Kaci instantly knew he was here before he approached due to his foul smelling clothes, the fate he suffered from operating under vehicles from 9 to 5.

“Yea I’m ere, Alright flat tire, I’m replace this bitch, won’t take me long. I’ll toss in another for free, yer daddy use to help me all the time. Just tell ya old man I said hi” Kaci just nodded for once thankful of her dad’s choice of friends.

“IIght, I’m be back thanks Clark, really you’s a life-saver people in NY be charging hella money for shit that ain’t take that much money. “ With that Kaci made her way out of the shop with the “Toy” truck in her hands. She had found red stains inside it, and it appeared the glass on the toy was shattered. “Damn this toy real as fuck, who the hell going put real glass in a toy, some lil kid could choke on this shit.” Tired of examining it she tossed it aside and made her way inside a Starbucks Coffee. Inside was none other than her room-mate Tamika who was messaging someone on Face-book.

Kaci rushed over to her friend who was pecking away on her lap-top keyboard. Looking up she got up to hug her friend. “Kaci! I didn’t mean to be all bitchy, but I was worried bout you. I mean who else am I going act a fool with if you went off and disappeared with.”

Kaci looked at her and suddenly scowled. “Oh I see how it is you fucking bitch! You only want me around cuz you wanna get with the people in my crew huh!” Kaci stood up slamming her fist against the table, her outburst causing people in the store to get nervous. Tamika raised her hands in defense but Kaci put her hand. “SHUT THE FUCK UP, what you say!” Kaci turned to see some guy on the phone. “HEY LISTEN TO ME ASSHOLE!” Kaci rushed over to the man but Tamika moved in to bring her to the ground.

“KACI WHAT THE FUCK! Chill the fuck out, you on PCP again! DAMN “ Kaci pushed Tamika off of her and ran out of the shop. As she ran she began hearing whispers, and feeling dizziness. She began experiencing severe color distortion and started to cry. Tamika had caught up with her grabbing her. “KACI KACI”! Then suddenly Tamika grabbed her chest yelling out in pain as she went into cardiac arrest hitting the ground while Kaci hit the ground as well screaming for help as she lost consciousness.
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Niko was sitting in a fold up chair on the phone with his sister Evelyn. He was looking up information about the upcoming crime drama his sister was in, while he had no little time for television he always made an exception for anything relating to his family. He knew he’d know this show like the back of his hand as his mother made note to mention it every-time he came over whether it was for a meeting about finances or for dinner.

“Ok Ok I understand, yes I’ll help you deal with the bitch. Are you sure you just not jealous, I mean you have a role, I know it not main part. But come on Evelyn, you’re living American Dream, star! I mean what do you want me to do, go up to the bitch, make a portal, and send her to Sudan? I mean as interesting as that would be, I’m already wanted. Evelyn..eve..ok ok I come, I talk but no power. “Niko hung up the phone, he knew Evelyn was a saint so if someone was getting to her this bad they must be very irritable.

Sergei came inside with two sprites tossing a can over to Niko. “The Body is moved, we took Vincent and burned him, tossed the ashes into the water. The boys were getting restless, we’re done, Vincent’s cousin is a cop he going look into this, but we alright we burn the problem anyway. So what was the star of our family talking about.” As usual his cousin was nosy as ever.

“Some bitch she’s filming with, Veroni or something like that. I think she wanted me to send her away, I told her to get to know her first, and if she’s that bad I’ll come talk to her. But then again you know I’m not so good with “Talking” it seems no matter where I am or what business I attend I never get to be a man of peace. But what will be, will be.” Niko shrugged, opening the can, and sipping his favorite American beverage.

Michael Hayes

“So she’s away…” Michael said as he looked at Sophia Diamond’s apartment from a low rooftop. He had her file in hand, and was trying to make sure everything was correct. The last thing he needed was to fuck up on his first solo assignment. He had scouted out the apartment from various angles before he decided that teleporting in would be safe. Michael set the files down, and teleported inside Sophia’s apartment. Upon finding himself in a new location, Michael took a few looks around. The apartment was fairly neat for an artist. He expected paper and paint everywhere, but it didn’t bother him. “Now where does she keep her visions…” Michael said softly to himself as he started walking through the apartment. He didn’t come across anything until he reached a door he assumed to be a closet. He opened it with caution, but there was danger present. Instead, there was a small room filled with nothing but art materials and paintings.

One painting stopped him in his tracks however. The first painting he saw was of…him. It didn’t seem finished, but it showed him opening a door. He stared at it for a moment before holding his hand out and summoning his camera. He snapped a picture of his first, before moving to the next painting that caught his eye. This next one was even more interesting. There was a silhouette in the corner of the painting leaving a bloody scene. In the scene, half of a woman’s head had been sliced off.

“The fuck…” Michael said with a disgusted face. He snapped a picture and moved on before stopping again. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. There was no way something like this could happen. The company… Hell, the world would be shaken. “Is that… D.C.?” Michael said slowly before taking a picture. He stared at the painting of D.C. completely underwater. In the background of the painting, there was a woman with her back turned. Michael tried to think of how this could even happen, but he moved on to the next that showed two men standing on top of a moving bus. He didn’t it too much attention as he felt that there were too many paintings to look over. Those were the only paintings that stopped him in his tracks, but he took the time to take pictures of as many as he could find. Though the mission was going along smoothly, he found some paintings disturbing. “Now for the cameras.” Michael said to himself as the camera in his hand disappeared. He smirked for a bit as figured this could be a chance for him to test how fast he could teleport before hitting the ground. Michael’s body disappeared, and then reappeared up on a wall of the room before placing the first camera and teleporting again to the next wall. He did this throughout the house until he ran out of cameras. Most cameras were up high or in very hard to notice spots in the house. Even if they were spotted, it would be hard to remove them or even get to them while they were on the wall. This assignment might have taken days for most agents, abilities or not.

The young agent then appeared in a room that wasn’t too ordinary. There were weapons along the walls and everything seemed to be neatly in place. His camera was on a desk between a lock pick and a taser gun. There were other items placed neatly on his desk as well as Sophia’s file. He didn't have a case of OCD, but he needed everything to be in their spots for when he wanted to summon an object from its place. If he wasn't as specific as he was, he might end up summoning a jammed gun or a broken camera. He never told anyone much about how he used this room for his ability, and he was sure that only Maria Pergrove, George, and Anna knew of the room. Time to kill some time until George gets back. He’ll want to see those pictures though.. Michael thought this as the camera appeared in his hands.


George Fiorillo

George shook his head at Anna’s comments. Though he wasn’t too fond of the things she said did, he knew he could trust her to have his back during an assignment. “You should really learn to keep your hand to yourself. You kids these days don’t know how to be serious. This is exactly why I won’t put you on a job with Mike.” George said seriously as the two walked toward the exit. He didn’t speak again until they entered the parking lot “You guys are young though and more controlled compared to the other young agents… Hey, you itching to drive this time? I don’t like sports cars too much.” George said as he opened the door to the passenger’s side of the Jaguar. He didn’t get in though as he spotted something interesting in the seat. “Looks like Mike finished already.” He said as he grabbed the camera and stepped into the car. George was curious as to what Michael caught on camera. These painting could reveal something huge.

Jace Anderson

He listened carefully and a great smile started to appear on his face.
"Sounds like the perfect fun to me. A chance to hunt some bastard and probably ending up killing him."
He started laughing a pyschotic laugh.
"Let's get going. No meaning in letting all this battle wait!" He said as he began to walk to the door.
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Alexander Reins

Alexander and Sophia arrived back in the apartment.
"Alex. Follow me i got something to show you." Sophia said
Alex followed him.
When they arrived at the Future pictures she said: "I painted these during a vision"
"So you think it's the future...." he said.
"I think so...." she answered
He took up the black book again. Then he painted a bird. it started flying around the room.
"Keep it." he said. "See you later"
Then he walked out.

Natasha listened closely to her mother, whose voice seemed to calm her down. She appeared to be the only woman in this organisation who full understood her. The thought of a mole in the Company however, seemed to irritated her a little. Various questions ran through her mind about who the mole could be and of course how she would make them pay for betraying the organisation. The only difficult was to bring him or her back alive; on the other hand Maria said nothing about bringing the traitor back barely breathing. She smirked to herself before returning her attention to her mother.

Natasha rose from her seat giving her mother a small nod before grabbing the files and following Jace outside. “I will look after these,” she gripped the files tightly holding them to her chest as they walked down the hallway towards the aircraft hanger. She starts feeling nervous. Natasha wasn’t really much of a fan of planes, if only we had some other way of getting to Manhattan . As she raised her head back up she noticed Michael Hayes passing them. Where do I know him from? Her eyes widen and a very happy grin spread across her face. Teleporter.

“Hold up Jace,” she hastily pushed the files onto Jace as she dashed down the hall to catch Michael. “OI Michael!” She called after him before grabbing him by the arm and pushing him against the wall. “Hi,” Natasha beamed still holding his arm rather tightly. “Since you don’t look very busy how about you teleport me and this other agent to Manhattan. I would really appreciate it.” She twirled a piece of her hair around her finger. Natasha had seen many girls use this technique in movies and the real world when they want someone to do something to them. Although she could’ve easily threatened him to do it she decided to play nice.

Michael Hayes
Company HQ

Michael had been walking down the halls of the HQ, contemplating on whether or not he should go back to his apartment. He would probably try to check for his next assignment or he could check to see what his cameras were picking up. He passed a few people on his way to the intel room, but paid them no attention as he looked forward. He was never normally this uptight, but those paintings were bothering him. He moved slowly down the hall until he felt a cold grasp around his arm. In the next second he found his back against the wall looking face to face with Natasha Pergrove. He didn’t know her personally, but he heard enough about what she did to get an idea of what kind of agent she was. He smirked when she asked for his help, but it wasn’t the most flattering smile he could pull off. Yeah, he thought she was hot, and she seemed to be coming on to him, but she was just too cold. Goosebumps began to form on his arm she held him against the wall.

“Yeah, but you gotta get…” Just then, as if on cue, an agent not paying much attention stumbled into Natasha. It wasn’t too much contact, but it was enough to break her hand away from his arm for a second. Michael was then behind Natasha, leaning against the opposite wall.

“Damn it! My bad. I received an important message. I’ll just be on my way. Sorry.” The man apologized to Natasha before walking briskly down the hall, afraid of what could happen to him for bumping into one of the Pergroves. Michael watched the man go with a smirk before setting his eyes on Natasha.

“Nevermind… You said Manhattan, right?” Michael said before thinking of New York City. “Okay, but I don’t know how you’re gonna get back.” Michael waves goodbye before both Natasha and Jace suddenly vanish from the hallway and appear in a dark dirty alley in the middle of Manhattan. The two seemed to have gotten there safely, but something between Natasha’s lips. In her mouth was card with Michael’s number.

In the hallway, Michael chuckled before continuing his stroll down the hall until he entered the intel room to see Patricia.

“Hey Patricia, do you have anything for me?”

“Actually… No.” Patricia said with, but she held back. “You can always check the surveillance for your assignment.”

“And watch the bitch paint the holocaust? Forget it.”

“It can’t be that bad. You’d be able to tell the fu- Hold on, I just got a message. Might be your next mission, kid.” Patricia said with a smile before looking at the new notification in the database. As she read the message, her smile slowly faded before slowly turning to Michael.


“What is it?” He said as he teleported over her shoulder and read the new notification. His eyes widened in shock before he teleported from the room, leaving Patricia to reach out to nothing but the air.

“Why did it have to be when he was in the room.” She said solemnly as she looked back at the message reporting a house exploding on 707 Neptune Street in Tampa, Florida; the home of Michael's parents.

Jace Anderson

He looked around.
"heh. never tried teleporting before. Could be fun to have the ability. Now let's go kill some moles." He laughed
Then he started walking against the last known position of the mole
"You coming Natasha ? If not then you'll miss out on all the fun"
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Alexander Maximilliam Reins

Halfway home he came to realize he forgotten something.
He hurried back to the apartment and opened the door.
Inside Sophia was painting so he just sat down and waited.
He then noticed something in a corner.
"what the......nevermind"
He then took up the black book and started painting again.
He started smiling as birds and small animals jumped up from the book and started jumping or flying around the room.

As she was about to receive an answer from Michael some pesky agent bumped into them. Her smile vanished in an instant as she spun her head around glaring daggers at the agent who quickly apologized and hurried away before she could even say a word. It was a smart move by the agent to quickly rush off, however she will surely remember his face if she saw him again. Just as Natasha turned back towards Michael all she saw was him waving goodbye before he disappeared with a flash.


Some alleyway in Manhattan.

Within a blink of an eye they had arrived in some rather filthy alleyway which smelt of faeces and throw up. Natasha was about to say something when she noticed that there was something between her lips. What the hell! She pulled out the card and found some phone number on it. Natasha smirked, “guess we do have a way home after all....” Her strain of thought was cut off hearing Jace saying something about going to kill the mole.

“Um Jace are you alright?” She looked at him with a bit of a concerned look on her face. That teleportation must’ve screwed up his thoughts. She placed the phone number in her pocket before running after her teammate. “OI JACE, WAIT UP!” Once she got to his side and without warning gave him a lightly smack on the back of the head before grinning at him. “Feeling better? That teleportation trip clearly had a negative effect on you. We aren’t hunting the mole just yet; we are investigating this university first about the disappearance. Remember? Ring a bell or do you need another smack?” She chuckled to herself before making her way down the street.

“Look there is the university,” she pointed straight ahead before picking up her pace a bit. Guess Michael’s teleportation skills aren’t that bad..

New York

Eddie was making his way out of the airport, the meeting had gone well. Soon he’d make the deal with John’s former business partner Lenore Maxsin. With the two combined attempting to deal with the energy crisis would be a possibility, and the millions they’d make would secure him in the financial world for years to come. To deal with the situation he was planning to obtain more Nest, he was looking at his phone. Good Freddie responded, time to get my fix, then it’s about to be mega millions, rich boy. He smiled thinking of thoughts of success as he read through the message Freddie had sent him.

He easily made his way through security, and having only brought a bag. Baggage Claim was a breeze for him, finally exiting the masses of living traffic he looked outside. He saw swarms of cars driving up, and taxi’s. Whistling he made his way over to a taxi, pushing a man with a brief case to the ground as he slipped in the back- seat, and handed him his phone." I need to get there, I’ll pay for traffic, just leggo.” The man nodded starting up the car and driving forward before the man he pushed down could get to his feet. Eddie leaned back in his chair, dealing with drama in the airport with the activities he was trying to cover up was something he did not want to deal with.

He looked into his pocket, taking a peak at his last crystal clear pill. He made sure the driver was paying him no attention and he pushed it deep into his pocket. After about an hour long drive he pulled out a few 20 dollar pills handing them to the driver. “Keep the change, I know it’s New York, so you know haha.” Eddie stepped out the taxi and looked at the apartment. He took a deep breath, he was a few minutes away from his destiny. Theses pills and his abilities combined he could see the future his mother envisioned for him, a politician, someone making an impact on the free world, a world leader, the President, The Supreme Court, a musician, he no longer had boundaries. He had transcended any thing related to the world limit, es was added to every word that described him now. He entered the aparment complex and made his way over to the elevator.

“Feels good being in the Big Apple, but now.” He thought about Chloe’s phone call, there was an organization out there that knew about him, he felt uneasy. If Chloe’s boss really went about talking, he could be in trouble, he didn’t fear Law Enforcement. They couldn’t just print such scandaolous things about him without any form of proof other then Chloe went missing and she planned to do a story on him as plenty others have. Stepping into the elevator he pressed eleven and leaned against the railing as he listened to the corny elevator music, until the doors slid open. Making his way out he went over to his friend’s room and knocked.

Almost instantly the door slid open and Freddie was seen. He was sporting a black eye, bruised lip, and some dried blood on a ripped Aeropostle T shirt. Eddie couldn’t help but frown at his friend’s injuries. He knew if others were as desperate for Nest as he was, and didn’t have the proper financing to support their habit they could respond violently. “Freddie man you ok bruh, if you need help, I can help you B. Honestly, I’m not the same anymore cuz of this shit, I’m changing I’m .”Freddie pushed him a bit and shook his head.

“Shut the fuck up bro, get the fuck inside, I got a new supply, look it’s just nothing I mean.” Suddenly Freddie fell to the ground a man in a grey suit was seen with a taser, and a woman was seen by the door shutting it. Eddie looked at Freddie prepared to use his abilities in self defense, as the man looked at him.

“Eddie Campton, the infamous prophet of the Stock Market. I must say, unlike must you’ve put our product to good use, I suppose you had a good investement in your money. There was another who started an import export business another is becoming really good writing a TV Drama, a Crime Drama actually, anyway we work directly for the company who manufactures Nest, and we’re going to offer you a life-time supply, for a strict payment of course, because we think your good product placement, a good example to make a better selling, what to do you say, 100 dollars a month, or no 200 dollars a month for now, the higher you go well you know, and as a result your friend lives, he’s actually a good salesman.”

Eddie looked at him. “Alright listen up, you let Freddie live no matter what, and I’ll think about your life-time supply of this shit, but how do I even know you guys aren't

The woman tossed him a plastic baggie which was filled with the crystal pills he had come to love before he could even complete his sentence. He looked at Freddie, and saw the man pulling out a gun. He knew he could use his powers, but he hadn’t acquired millions he would need to deal with people like them, and even then he didn’t know if he could fight a one man war against a company of this caliber, nor risk exposing his abilities to them.” STOP! I’ll take your deal, just..fuck just fucking leave Freddie alone, damn.” The woman opened the door, and the man put his gun away, as Eddie rushed over to Freddie to feel his pulse.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be alive as long as you prove of some use to you. My Name is Thomas by the way, my partner’s name, well that’s reserved for the people she’s intimiate with. Good day to you.” Thomas headed outside with the woman and the door was shut. Eddie was pissed as he used his own powers to lift Freddie’s body in the air and lay him on the couch. He pressed down on a button with the fridge with his powers causing ice to fall out and he moved a glass cup over to catch the falling ice. Then moved the cup over to Freddie and layed it against his arm. He pulled out his phone looking at the numbers he confiscated from Chloe. Hmm a Fire-man, good thing Chloe found most of her associates right here, It’s time I had a few bites of this apple, I’ll need all the guns I can to deal with this. Eddie looked at his frien then his phone and began heading towards the door, his friend’s life was stake, and he had a mission to a fulfill, a date with destiny, and with fate one could never be late.
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Anna and George had come all the way to New York. Anna had a love for New York, especially Brooklyn and Manhattan. The way so many cultures were blended together in this one city, the one city that was suppose to be it’s superior was Shanghai and that was something she’d like to experience. The Horrid smelling sewers, the ranting locals who despised tourists for the most parts besides those who had the displeasure of working with them, the legendary traffic jams, and a place of musical excellence who’s only united states comparison was Atlanta. Anna smiled as they entered the floor of the office building where Tim Vernon worked at. “Alright so here’s the deal we fuck him up, then search through the memories and he’ll know the deal by then, find out what he knows about our mysterious Weaver.” With that she took out the picture she had of Chloe’s boss and began asking around for Tim’s location, eventually they made there way to an office. Inside Tim had a gun in his drawer, and was looking up all he could about Mr. Campton. “Damn damn, I gotta do something before he comes.” Anna knocked on the door. “Hello Mr Vernon we need to speak to you, FBI.”
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Kaci lay in the hospital bed tears in her eyes, her maniac Bi polar disorder was getting worst. She had been able to control that for the longest, something she attributed to herself proclaimed strong sense of self, and her pothead tendencies and even her alcoholism. She felt responsible for harming Tamika, who had suffered cardiac arrest. Had her outburst caused the build up of stress in someone so young, she grabbed a tissue to dry the tears in her eyes. The door creaked open as Jevonte stepped into her hospital room, her room-mate was complaining about how Doctors were evil, and would be the end of them.

“Yo bitch shut the fuck up, I’m talking to my friend.” As the patient went to rant Jevonte shook his head as he knelt down by Kaci and placed a box of Church’s chicken by the table near her hospital bed. He knew that was her favorite chicken joint, as he kissed her on the forehead. “I know it ain’t no Trey Songz, don’t go with me there, you alright Kaci. I heard about Tamika too, sounds like someone slipped some PCP, doctor said all they found in you was Weed, and them pills Adderall.” Kaci nodded, she didn’t feel like talking. She knew or at least she thought she knew she couldn’t cause people to suffer heart attacks, she wasn’t Jesus.

“Jevonte, I dunno bruh. I pissed Tamika, I didn’t take my meds, I knew I shoudn’t be popping them pills, flipping out, what if like do you think the wrong shit could mess some-body else up just by touching them. Like if it was strong I mean what if Tamika is here cause of me, cause.” Some tears came in her eyes, Jevonte looked at her and shook his head. He knew Kaci felt somewhat responsible as he heard from some people in Star-bucks about the argument, but regardless he would stand for his friends.

“Hell no Kaci, and even if it could karma wouldn’t do some shit like hat to you, I’ll be later got a math test, and you know how that fat ass be tripping, I’ll be back later, don’t be too hard on yourself shit happens.” Jevonte stepped out, and Kaci looked to see some cards from some of the other people from her college. She sighed she wasn’t even sick, just crazy. Her doctor was hoping to release her, but she had a mandatory visit with her “Therapist” Sighing she sat up, reaching over to open the chicken box. She bit into the biscuit, and took a bite out of the chicken only to hear her room-mate ranting about how chicken was made.

She clenched her fist, and suddenly the ranting was over. Kaci began eating but paused. “Lindsey! Why you stopped bitching Lindsey! “Kaci got out of her bed looking at the door to make sure her doctor wasn’t coming. She rushed over to the bed, and tossed the sheets off and began looking in panic seeing her room mate was gone but her bed was there. “Shit it’s happening again, people are leaving, it’s me something’s.” Kaci felt pain in her head, an fell to her knees. “Oh God why this happening, why I’m loosening it I neve did no crazy acid shit or nothing why it happening to me.” She said as she began to tear up once again feeling as though her grip on reality was loosening, and beginning to ponder if Lindsey was there in the first place or just a figment of her imagination.

Michael Hayes
Tampa, Florida

To arrive at such a scene was devastating for Michael. The house he had lived in since he was born, the place where he held so many memories, and possibly his family being burned to the ground. Michael had teleported just across the street from the spot where his parent’s home once stood. There were police, firefighters, and neighbors crowded around the scene. Barriers were put up to keep people from getting too close. Michael was in disbelief for the first few seconds, but then he moved forth, making his way toward the scene. He brushed by a few civilians not bothering to excuse himself. His face showed the utmost seriousness and concern. An officer tried to stop his advance, but Michael grabbed him by his uniform.

“You need to tell me what happened!” Michael demanded not wanting to assume the worst. The cop didn’t expect Michael’s actions, and nearly thought of taking him down and cuffing him, but the look in the young man’s eyes stopped him. The officer could tell Michael knew the people who lived in the home before the incident.

“I’m sorry kid… We don’t think anyone made it out. The blast was too big…” The officer said solemnly. It was hard to break news like that to someone, and could see the pain it caused Michael. It was as if the words had physically pierced him in the chest. His first thought was to teleport away. To get away from everything, to go someplace where no one could ever get to him, a place where he wouldn’t feel the pain of loss. He didn’t though, as he felt he needed to know something first.

“How did it happen?” Michael asked as he tried to hold back his emotions.

“That’s the thing we’re still trying to figure out. The source of the explosion hasn’t been found. It’s like whatever exploded evaporated into the air.” The Officer said as he turned to look at the scene. “How do you know the family living here?” The cops asked before realizing that Michael was no longer there.

Michael was now sitting atop the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. His eyes looked across the Pacific. He didn’t want to break down, but tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. He knew it had to have been a special, but that would mean that someone targeted his mother and father personally. Was it his father’s past involvement with the Company or was someone sending him a message? These questions hadn’t surfaced in Michael’s mind though as his mind dwelled on memories. His parents had been there for him through everything. Becoming a Company agent had been his decision, and though his father didn’t like the idea of it, he helped his son out with joining. Michael wouldn’t have been able to even be considered by Maria if not for the training his father had put him through. His mother had helped him learn about places around the world, and basically home schooled him. For the first time in his life, Michael didn’t know what where his next step would lead him.

Patricia Banks
Company HQ

“So he just left? Well, I’m sure we can track him down. We just have to pray the boy doesn’t decide to go halfway across the country when we close in.” Maria Pergrove said with Patricia sitting across from her.

“Close in? Michael will probably come in quietly if we ju-” Patricia was cut off

“He’s not answering your calls, he left without reporting his destination, and he’s most likely emotionally unstable. I’m sending agents after him and that’s the end of it. Now let’s talk about the nature of this explosion.”

“The only special capable of the explosion is Derrick Jackson from the open case in New Orleans. Jackson was being tracked down by Jonath-“ Patricia was cut off once again.

“Reynolds and Middleton haven’t reported back to HQ in weeks.” Pergrove said, not liking the drag of the conversation.

“I think they may have been taken out by Jackson.”

“If so, then we have a very dangerous special roaming the country. How can you tell me that two of our men can’t take down one single….” Maria then stopped speaking as she seemed to stare off into space. Patricia knew what this meant, and just sat patiently, but wondered what was to come. “God…” Maria said lowly. She then gave Patricia a stern look. “We need people going after both Hayes and Jackson, now!"

Aven West woke up groggily on a chair. He was in an apartment building just north of where he worked. Aven could tell. He yelled, "Where the hell am I?!?!"

A tall caucasian man walked in, and sat on a chair. The man stared at Aven, obviously seeing fear in his eyes. Another man walked in, the short asian one from before. He took out a knife from his pocket and walked to Aven. He slit his throat, but seconds later the cut is healed. The caucasian man said, "He must be a regen."

"You just get that?" the asian one said, nearly about to hit the caucasian for being so stupid. But he controlled himself.

"You know, we're going to have to take him to the Company or whatever so he can be interrogated," the caucasian said, "And... And we can rest."

Aven looked at them, clearly confused. He started to work trying to get his hands untied, but failed. The asian went to Aven and stabbed him in the stomach. He felt the pain, like when his throat was cut. The caucasian jumped up and jogged into one of the rooms. The asian took out the knife and cleaned the blade. The caucasian walked out with a silenced pistol. He shot Aven four times in the chest, and two in the head. Seconds later the bullets popped out, and the wounds healed. "Knock him out again?" the asian asked.

"Sure, go ahead," the caucasian said, clearly in charge, "Wish Michael's here. He could just teleport us out there."

The asian walked in the same room the caucasian walked out of. He came out with a taser, and shot Aven with it. But Aven rocked his chair and fell over. "Damn," the asian said, "Kayne, why don't you do it?"

Kayne, so that's the caucasian man's name, Aven thought.

Kayne said, "Lloyd, who has the gun with two bullets left?"

Aven thought, So that's your name, Lloyd. You two are on my bad list.

Lloyd walked to Aven, and stuck the taser near his head. "Hope this hurts," Lloyd said, it was the last thing Aven heard before getting knocked out.