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Isabelle Trist

Catch me if you can!

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a character in “Hunted Minds”, as played by Haas33

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Isabelle Trist


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Nicknames: call her Isabelle
Age: 7
Gender: female
Psychic Powers: energy fields, sensing, and paralytic touch. No one is quite sure if she is an agent or not.


Appearance


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Eye Color: Bright blue, but with almost a rainbow hint. she has red and yellow in her eyes. some say it is just reflection off of light, others say it is because she is a psychic
Hair Color: blonde
Height: 3 foot 10 inches
Other features: SHe has a birthmark on the top of her left hand that resembles a star
Clothing: a dress and backpack but no shoes.
Equipment: Just her tattered backpack full of food.


Personality


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Although she is a very shy, mysterious, reserved girl, she seeks the company of others. If she is your friend, she will protect you with her life. If she is not.... well.... Her actions and thoughts may surprise you.


Favorite Color: Turquoise
Hobbies: Singing, drawing
Weakness: She is small and weak, but agile and fast.
Fears: claustrophobic, being alone.
History: She doesn't remember much of her history, but if she did, she wouldn't tell you.

So begins...

Isabelle Trist's Story

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Breathe. Just keep breathing. That is the key to escaping them. Breathe in. Breathe out. If my breathing started slipping into an unsteady rhythm, I would slow, and they would catch me. And I can't afford to get caught.

Isabelle's feet pounded hard into the dirt as she sprinted along, carefully leaping over stones and ducking under branches. The whirring hum of the HVPR's behind her was droning in her ear. She was starting to get a headache. MAking a sudden sharp turn, she caught the single robot off-guard, but not for long. It was right on her tail. Catching a low-hanging branch in the corner of her vision, Isabelle made a sudden decision. With the HVPR nipping at her heels, she leapt into the air, caught the branch in her hand and swung up into the tree like a graceful baby monkey.

The HVPR stopped, momentarily confused, and Isabelle took that moment to attack. She sprung form her perch on the tree, arms wide, and grabbed onto the HVPR's robotic head, right where the head met the body. Then she willed all her psychic energy into making paralytic touch course through her hands. She didn't know this was the technical term, so she just called it her 'sleep hands'. The HVPR came to a sudden stop, one of its arms twitching. Isabelle didn't waste another moment as she sprinted off into the woods. In a couple minutes the robot would be fully functioning again. SHe had to get as far away from it as she could.

It wasn't until a half hour later that she started to sense others near her. And based on her sensing abilities, it was a group of psychics. Isabelle suddenly sprinted, willing her energy and running to where she sensed these people. But when she got to what appeared to be a building of some sort, she stopped short. to the side of the building was a rock wall.

What if this is a trap? What if those are agents in there waiting for me? But how could I resist? I haven't had interaction with a single person, let alone a psychic, in months.

It didn't take Isabelle's 7 year old brain long to decide she would venture toward the building. She needed to someone, anyone. She felt so alone.

Silently approaching the house, she hid close to the rock wall, but soon realized her decision was poor, because right in front of her were two psychics talking. Isabelle froze, hoping they hadn't heard her.

I am such an idiot. They are going to spot me. It's all over. Maybe if I slowly back away towards the cover of the woods they won't spot me...

Isabelle slowly took a step back, then another, and then... SNAP. Isabelle stepped on a twig, and froze. tears welled in her eyes. They were going to take her back. How could they not have heard that? A tear rolled down her eye and she quickly wiped it away. If these were agents, she didn't want to see her in a state of such vulnerability, even if it was evident on her face that she was scared and about to cry.

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Rose paced back and forth as she looked at the stream she was about to jump in. She was curious as to whether it was safe or not. She wanted to go for a swim, and it seemed perfectly fine. At least for the moment it did. Yeah your best friend was perfectly fine until he was on top of you ripping your clothing off. A small negative voice said in her head. Grumbling she spoke out loud. "Oh shut it you." She said while tapping her head. Looking down at the stream she shrugged, seeming to deem it unsafe for herself, "Better safe than sorry." She muttered as she walked away.

Today Rose was wearing something different than her normal attire. Her long brown hair was curled instead of straightened like it always was. Her makeup was natural, instead of dark. The make up really made the brown hues in her eyes pop. Instead of wearing her dark clothing she stuck to wearing something a tad bit light and colorful, not afraid of showing some of her beautiful bronze skin. Nearing her place, she picked up on a peculiar emotion. Fear. Tensing up, she pulled out her pocket knives, ready to go in slow motion should she have to.

That was when she saw a little girl, frozen in place, her foot upon a stick. Could be an agent... She thought to herself, brow raising in suspicion. Getting close behind the little girl she looked in the general direction of her father and her brother.
"Come... look at what we have here... a terrified little girl... be nice... don't scare her.

She thought to both family members, as she knelt down behind the smaller girl. "Are you allright?" She asked softly, in the kindest voice she could muster. She didn't want to scare the girl even more, the girl's fear was almost tangible to Rose anyway. "It's ok." She cooed as she tried finding ways to calm the girl. It was as if her older sister gene were kicking in, wanting her to care for this girl. All warning thoughts of her being an Agent dissapeared.

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Jake stretched out on the grass running his hands through his blond hair, wishing that he had taken some product with him to shape it. Rose might have some he thought vacantly as he sat up shielding his eyes from the sun. It was in these rare quiet moments that Jake allowed himself to be a vain teenager he once was, making sure his appearance was suitable to his neo-gothic taste. Hey if he was gonna get caught might as well get caught looking good! He chuckled nervously at the thought, he didn't want to get caught, even more so he certainly didn't want to get caught by his family.

He kept wishing his mother would come back and also dreading that she would. He'd never gotten close with his older brother, usually keeping to his younger siblings but he missed him terribly. Apart from his father he was the oldest boy left and his dad well... Jake took away as much of the pain that he could- allowing his father moments of rest but it was never long enough. Stupid useless powers he thought as he threw a stick aside. What was the use in fake healing someone? He fought back tears and stood up, hoping to find his family and almost walked right into Rose. "Whoa! Sis, watch out" he exclaimed as his eyes caught the small child. She looked scared, as scared as they all were but trying to hide. He got down on his knees so he'd be at her height and gave her a small smile as Rose spoke to her.

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Every step was like pulling bricks out of quicksand. Demetri had been walking and running nonstop for two days, making her hungry, thirsty, and most of all, exhausted. It didn't help that she hadn't had water for three days. She always contemplated stopping but couldn't seem to find a spot that she found safe enough to sleep in. There had been a run in with a hunter the last town back and if it wasn't for the fact that she was a very good distance runner and he had not been, she probably would not be walking onward.

How could she have been so stupid? Not only had she stayed in that small town for over a week, but she had taken her time to leave after a house caught on fire. She should have none the agents would check out a house fire in an inconspicuos town. She had reacted so elementary that it was almost comical. That is, to a sleep deprived mind it was hillarious. If she had any energy left to think, she would be beating herself up endlessly about that. Surely she would once she got some rest.

Just when she thought she was going to collapse where she stood, a house came into view. It wasn't huge, rather quaint actually, just sitting in the middle of the woods. How odd. Although her reasoning skills were severely limited at the moment, Demetri was aware that a house in the middle of nowhere, was something to be suspicious about. She crouched behind a tree, observing the activity from afar. It was quite a sight to see actually. People hanging upside down, shooting bows. A scolding girl, and a little one interacting with another that looked her own age and a boy. She doubted the government was so short on psychics they were releasing ones as young as the little one.

So, with the little energy she had left, she got up and stumbled to the house. She didn't care at that moment about the kid with the arrow or the undoubtedly dangerous people just standing out in the yard. She needed shelter, and she wouldn't make it any farther. Her tounge was swelled from dehydration, her face was scratched from all the brush she had been running through. Her stomach rumbled from the lack of food. If she couldn't stay here, she might as well die here. It was probably the most pathetic she had been in over six years. She was disgusted with herself but was honestly not able to care at the moment.

When Demetri reached the door of the house, she just hit it three times, and slid down the frame. Her legs were like liquid, melting until she was sitting down with her eyes half open, half closed. Her lips were chapped beyond compare and if she tried to speak she was sure her voice would only come out as a whisper.

That was when she let out a small laugh. During her travels she had found out that she was quite beautiful. At least, that is what she had been told by many of the people that had spoken to her. Her hair was a light, wavy brown that seemed to go forever. Her blue eyes so bright they were like the rain in the sky freezing from the inside out. Her skin was flawless, or at least it was until she got into a thornbush. She had dimples and a smile that made people stop what they were doing and stare. These were things that people had said to her many times before. If only they could see her now.

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Isabelle was terrified. She really shouldn't be, having experienced far scaring things before, things girls of her age should not experience. But her head was pounding, her headache turning into a nasty migraine. She got headaches regularly. Although one of the boys leaving (seemingly unaware of her presence) had made her relax a little, she was still shaking with fear, hoping no one else would notice her.

Suddenly, before her sensing abilities could recognize the she was there, a female voice spoke, startling Isabelle into a whirlwind of panic. Spinning on her heel and acting on pure instinct, barely recognizing the words the female spoke, she reached her 'sleep hands' out, giving a weak bolt of psychic energy, sending her into a state paralyzed shock. It wasn't until the girl, maybe 18 or 19 years old, was lying on the ground did Isabelle realize in horror what she had just done.

She isn't dead. She will wake up in a few seconds. You didn't kill her. She isn't dead. Isabelle squeezed her eyes shut and backed away, almost crawling on the ground. She hated using her paralytic touch on actual people. Because she was afraid one of these times the person wouldn't wake up.

It has happened before.... She went into a coma... and then died..... And then the tears came. Rolling down her dirty smudged face, almost clearing a path of the grime on her skin. She was crying partly from what she had just done, and partly because her headache was so severe she thought she might pass out. Curling up into a ball she heaved great sobs, the presence of a male boy, and another female itching at the back of her mind. She wanted to disappear.

Finally sucking in her last chocked sob, she got up and childishly peeked out from around the rock wall, only half of her showing, as if a toddler peeking out from around their mother to catch a glimpse of a stranger. Summoning up her courage, she started to speak but her words came out in a croak. "I'm.... uh... Isabelle. I'm sorry. what I did... to your... uh.... friend. She will wake up soon... I hope."

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Rose went to go and respond to her brother when she felt a jolt go through her body, before she became numb, collapsing on the ground, her knives next to her. Her eyes widened when she tried to look at the younger girl. She just collapsed to the ground, her eyes wide and open. Though she was in a form of unconsciousness, she saw someone creeping to the door of her house.

She wanted to say something but nothing would come out. It felt as if her whole body had almost shut down, trying to put her into a sleep. So all Rose could do was lay there, her eyes open, a look of peace upon her face.

I'm going to kill that little girl. She mentally thought to herself, since she couldn't do much.

All Rose wanted to do was move, and kill that little girl that had attacked her. She wasn't normally a violent person, but now she knew, if somehow this little girl were to carry her back to the agents... well... she'd be with her older brother... but she would no longer be a free psychic.

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Isabelle was terrified. It was only terror that kept her frozen in place instead of running off into the woods. her only chance of a friend was ruined by her childish instincts to protect herself. Feeling the need to defend her wrong-doings, she spoke up. "She is completely fine. Physically i mean. She isn't hurt or anything, She just can't move. I tricked her nerve...se...ous.. sys..tem (stumbling through the words) into thinking she could no longer move any muscle in her body. Mentally, she might be a little disoriented. She might get a headache later. but other than that she should be fine."

I hope...

She could already see a finger begin to twitch and her mouth begin to quiver.

Isabelle felt terrible. But she had only meant to protect herself. She thought it might have been an agent or an HVPR. Who knows. But Isabelle could sense the tension in the air. "I'm sorry," she said, a long look of shame and sadness crossing her face. "I should... go."

Isabelle had sensed a group of three psychics far off into the woods. Curious, she wanted to go find them. Maybe these people would be different. But her head hurt so badly that she didn't want to move at all. Almost as an afterthought, she slumped to the ground in pain, clutching her head.

They never used to be this bad...

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Character Portrait: Avory Connors Character Portrait: Isabelle Trist Character Portrait: Amethyst Marie Conners Character Portrait: Caroluna Devoveo Character Portrait: Ryan Character Portrait: Jake Atticus Connors Character Portrait: Rose Connors Character Portrait: Elysia Character Portrait: Demetri Joane Character Portrait: Vance Walters Character Portrait: Dylan Simmons
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Everything was happening so fast, it made her head hurt even worse. Her senses picked up on three psychics advancing towards them from the woods, which sent her mind into a tizzy. Isabelle quickly whispered to the boy in front of her "I'm fine. Go help your brother." How she knew that the boy in front of her and the boy being carried by another into the house puzzled her, but it was the sense that she got. Just like how she sensed that the girl on the porch and the girl trailing after the one holding the other boy were completely different. They weren't related. Just then the girl that was carrying the boy, whose name was Avory, based on what the girl was saying, came running up. "Rose," she said. "They're coming. Avory saw it. And he says... Damion."

Damion

The word bounced around inside her head. The familiarity of it struck her as odd and a look of confusion passed her face, and then realization. And then everything came rushing back to her in a wave of memories. Stealing a glance towards the house where most people had gone, she gathered that they weren't paying attention to her. Using that to her advantage, she sprung up and darted off into the woods, grimacing as her headache tripled. As soon as she reached the cover of the brush, she concentrated past her headache. sensing no one had followed her, she continued farther in and then nimbly climbed a tree. Her lightweight small build made it easy to climb to the tallest branches, far off the ground, hidden in the leaves.

Everything was coming back to her in such waves of memory she had wondered why she had surprised it for so long. Her childish lonely personality full of fear and longing had shifted into a cold, determined, mind-set. Setting to work, she draped her backpack over a large branch, securing it so it wouldn't fall to the ground. Then she reached below the collar of her very worn, very tattered dress and felt the cool metal chain of her necklace biting into her skin. Pulling it out, she studied the necklace. An ancient looking locket hung on a silvery metal chain.

Isabelle froze. Was she doing the right thing? Maybe there was a reason she was running from the HVPR's. Maybe there was a reason she had left. Had escaped. Nobody has ever escaped. But nobody would suspect a seven year old would. To do something like this....

No. She had to follow through.

Picking up the locket she had ignored for several months, it being useless to her, she looked at it again. Scrawled onto the cool surface of the locket in cursive lettering were the letters "DPA". It had never made sense to her until now. SHe had ignored it completely. Carefully using her small fingertips to pry the locket open, on the inside was a small metal chip, the mechanical inter workings of the electronic device spiraled away from the center in a network of colorful dots. In the center of the metal chip was a tiny red button she had always been too afraid to press until now.

Taking one of her small fingers, she gently laid her finger on the button.

Should I press it? What is the worst that could happen? A lot of things. A lot of terrible things. Don't press it. But I have to....

She pushed down on the button. It gave out a faint beep and then a small red light started to flash on the side of it. she carefully closed the locket again and tucked it back into her dress so it wouldn't be seen. Letting out a sigh, she closed her eyes, hoping the headache would go away.




At that same moment, on the gunship the agents happened to be on, a small screen opened up on Elysia's computer screen. On the small screen it said "Subject 03071 'Isabelle; Psychic' GPS microchip activated. Exact coordinates listed are as follows:" With a string of coordinates attached. At the bottom in small fine print it says "Has made contact with Conners family"


((I know, crazy idea. Just go with it, it will be awesome. Mr Baneling Squishy, if you don't like this post or idea please tell me. I have a few ideas I would like to PM you))

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Character Portrait: Avory Connors Character Portrait: Isabelle Trist Character Portrait: Amethyst Marie Conners Character Portrait: Caroluna Devoveo Character Portrait: Ryan Character Portrait: Jake Atticus Connors Character Portrait: Rose Connors Character Portrait: Elysia Character Portrait: Demetri Joane Character Portrait: Vance Walters Character Portrait: Dylan Simmons
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Avory seemed to be getting his color back, but he did not look physically 100%. But that was fine, because even if he looked bad physically, his powers could be spot on. However, what he was really worried about was what he saw. Both from his visions, and in the mirror. His eyes were still glowing. He tried getting up, but found he needed to rest on the wall. He could feel cold wind. He looked around, and did not see anything.

"Where did everyone go?"

The house seemed empty, abandoned. He looked for people, first checking upstairs. He checked his father's room first, then the three bedrooms divided between the six of them. He remembered someone, but he couldn't remember who, complaining about how they could never find a house with a bedroom for each of them. Though, 7 bedrooms would be quite expensive. "8 even more so..."

He turned around to find Damion. "So, this is how you decide to talk to me now? Through my foresight?"

"We were close enough that I did not deserve that, Avory".

"And let me guess, you are here to convince me that turning myself in is the right thing to do?"

"No, I am telling you its the only thing to do. But that is not the only thing. I care about you, you know that".

"So why are you bringing so much violence?"

"You don't understand, and I cant just tell you. You need to see for yourself..."

"Really...and where is mom in all this? Where does she fit in?"

"Avory, it wasn't The Department that got mom. That was a lie. If you come in, I can explain everything".

"Just like how you are telepathically scanning my mind for information? Nice try. You wont learn anything from me, just like you wont learn anything from this house. And I don't care what lies you use, you leave her out of this..."

"You know your foresight would not act up like this if it wasn't important..."

"And you know you only got lucky that my foresight brought me into the same timezone as you. I might not always know how to control my foresight, but at least I know how to end this vision..."

Avory became fully aware again, but he had a headache the size of Massachusetts. However, it was less pain and more debilitating. But his eyes were still glowing, just not as bright. He actually got up this time, and muttered "We should leave now". He took out his compact bow and released the mechanism that let it deploy fully, loading an arrow into it and firing it straight towards a window. At the exact second he fired, an HVPR broke threw it, but the arrow pierced one of the ocular devices allowing it to see and knocked it back, causing severe damage and taking it down. "Someone needs to get the truck...and we need to run..."

Avory was still somewhat weak, but his foresight appeared to be working for him this time, as he was using it to literally know what would happen a second before they did. It gave him an edge, especially since he knew every point they would enter. He put a few more arrows into HVPRs, and used his telekinesis to recollected as much arrows as possible.

As he backed out threw the front door, an HVPR was launched over his head and really far in a tree. He could not see what did that, but neither did he want to. And with the HVPRs all over the place, he was worried about losing track of people. Luckily, their father always kept the most important things in the car. Their two youngest siblings, Rachel and Jeremy, were nowhere to be seen. They were probably with their dad. But for some reason, the dust was rising from the dirt road, making it a lot harder to see. It was almost as if someone was doing it on purpose.

"Where are the cars?! Where is the truck!".

However, he soon found one of his answers. He found one of the cars, but the trunk was open and the car battery was missing. "Who removed the battery, what possible purpose could that serve other then to disable a vehicle..."

At the same time, he could hear something in the background. A gunship, maybe two. At least this dust will make it impossible to see us from the air...

And that's when he turned and saw a figure, wearing black clothing, and holding a scythe. But it wasn't the grim reaper. It was real. It was a person.

His vision was not of death, but of a man with a scythe. A man, however, that seemed very powerful and very fixated on Avory.

(I swear, I start typing these things, and then they go placed I don't expect them too...anyways, great posting people! I bet you all have something to do with it, and I love what I am reading! Keep up the great work!)

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Isabelle landed with as much grace as she could muster on the forest floor. Already dust was picking up in the distance. Dust was everywhere and she could barely see. Picking up the pace, she ran through the brush, ducking low hoping to avoid some dust. She could hear HVPR's but she no longer feared them. Adrenaline pumped into her Veins. When she got into the clearing, she quickly took in her surroundings.

She needed to act fast or bad things would start to happen to her. No longer able to see, Isabelle put up a force field. In general, Isabelle's force fields were small, but very strong. She could hold them for very long but couldn't cover more than three or four people, tops. Expanding a bubble around her self, she started to breath in fresher, less dusty air. Suddenly, the edge of her forcefeild fizzled and sparkled, and energy rocked back against her. An electric buzz traveled through her and she stopped cold in her tracks. She had run into another force-feild. Dropping her own force-feild in surprise, she saw someone leaning against an invisible force of nature.

As if dusting off an old book in a attic, a memory came to surface. "I'm going to have to ask you to surrender, otherwise we will have to use force." She said, waving at the girl inside the force field. Isabelle stepped closer. "And by force, you mean, maybe another force field?" She asked sweetly, forming hers around herself and the girl. "Hi Dylan!" she said. "long time no see?" she said. Isabelle wondered if Dylan even remembered her. To Dylan, Isabelle must have been the annoying little girl trailing after her all that time in the DPA. Not stopping to 'catch up' with Dylan, Isabelle walked forward again, bracing herself for the two force field's impact. The force knocked her back a little, but she pushed harder, straining to keep her force field strong and fortified. At this rate, the girl would have a hard time keeping up her force field (so would Isabelle, but whatever...)

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Amethyst pulled herself to her feet. She heard the words as though in a dream. "I'm going to have to ask you to surrender, otherwise we will have to use force." Thes glared at this girl, already pulling out her bow. "Obviously you don't know us," she whispered, just audible. She placed an arrow, and started to aim.

However, she stopped short, a small blond girl, looking like an angelic little cherub greeted the one who had asked for their surrender. "Hi Dylan! Long time no see?" The girl put up a force field, and kept ramming Luna's with it. Was everyone against them?

Thes regained her composure, glaring at Dylan. "Looks like it's just you and me, then." She let loose the arrow.


((Might I just say, Isabelle reminds me so much of Angel from Maximum Ride. In Max's words, she's "2 parts cute little angel, 2 parts unholy demon, and 2 parts of something else much worse." Sorry, just had to say. xD))

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Whatever was causing the dust storm stopped, and the dust itself seemed to be blowing away from the telekinetic storm being made nearby. Avory was desperately fighting off this one person, who was wearing all black and holding a scythe, to behead Avory and steal his powers with. Avory only knew that because he saw it happen because of his foresight, and was able to dodge that first attempt.

The attacker telekinetically threw a car at him, so he used his telekinesis to launch it higher in the air to miss him. However, the gunship flew closer to the fight to assist, but ended up getting hit by the car.

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Damion looked out the window of the gunship, and then saw a car with its alarm going off heading right towards them. "BRACE YOURSELVES!"

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Avory launched a few rocks at the guy, but he hit them with fireballs and blasted them away. Then seemed two pick up two big rocks at the same time, and threw them at Avory. Avory, to counter, used his telekinesis and created a telekinetic whirlwind around him, picking up all the objects nearby into it, before sending the entire mass as the attacker.

"Who the hell are you?"

Avory knew that voice. Damion. As the attacker looked towards Damion, a huge psionic pulse hit him, but he created a barrier around himself to take most of the damage. Avory could see more HVPRs coming, and they were outnumbered, not to mention the abnormally powerful psychic also trying to kill him. That is when Avory finally spotted the truck. Using his telekinesis, he started the truck and made it start rolling down the hill, with him jumping into the back, and firing some arrows at the HVPRs.

On the way, he spotted his younger siblings Jeremy and Rachel, and used his telekinesis to get them on. He then shouted to Thes and Luna "We need to go now!" while at the same time firing an explosive arrow right at Dylan, who he had recognized from 7 months ago. The last Agent to have come after them. The one he managed to escape from.

"Quickly, we need to go now!" he shouted, noticing another little girl there as well. Was he seriously that oblivious that he missed someone who was standing near them the whole time? He would have to address his observation skills later though.

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Amethyst turned at Avory's voice, lowering her bow, which she had been readying for another shot. She smirked at Dylan. "Sorry. That's for me. Catch you later! Or better. I won't!" She laughed, extending her arm to an unnatural length, grabbing a hold of the edge of the truck bed. She placed an arm around Jeremy and Rachel, as to keep them stable.

"Luna!" She yelled, knowing now that this girl was on their side. "Let the shield down and come on!" She extended her other arm towards the girl, but it was being pulled away every minute.

She glanced at Avory. "That little girl isn't on our side. She was holding a friendly conversation with Dylan, so, yeah. A wolf in lamb's skin." She added the last part subconciously.

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ImageThings were the definition of chaotic. As the dust started to settle slowly Luna's visibility became sharper. She could see the extent of this crusade, and it was frightening one. On the way were HVPRs and the ground was shaking as something large made impact with the ground.

"What in God's name was that?" Luna mused as a car alarm went off in response. With the force field still around her Luna looked for a direction she could go safely when all of a sudden she was rammed by another force field. She cursed under breath as she shook out her limbs, she always hating the feeling of repelling force fields it was like the sensation of nails on chalk board and she felt it through her whole body.

"What gives?" She asked the little girl in annoyance but she soon realized that the child was not playing nor was she attacking her by accident, she had a deliberate intent. Luna felt her shield become weaker, she needed to concentrate, but everything was moving as if the whole world had vertigo.

"Luna! Let the shield down and come on!" Amethyst yelled with an out stretched hand and Caroluna let down her force field just as the girl collided her field with Luna's yet again sending her falling to the ground, Luna scrambled up quickly and grabed hold of The's out stretched hand as they ran. The scene was one that emulated all out war, The Department had used Gorilla warfare of sorts which was quite cowardly in Luna's mind, but more than anything she was disappointed that she couldn't focus long enough to prevent herself from being a liability. I am a Devoveo she thought pridefully. Start fighting like one she monologues as the girls continue on their path with feet hitting the ground in a desperate attempt to escape the all out war.

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Amethyst pulled Luna onto the moving vehicle with her unnaturally extended arm. She retracted it quickly, rubbing it. "Ugh," Thes grunted. "I almost forgot how painful it is to morph outside of normal standards. My arm's gonna be sore for weeks." All the same, she extended it a little bit, wrapping it around her youngest two siblings. She glanced to Avory. "Any idea where Rose, Jake, and Dad are? We've got to move, but we're leaving no one behind." She glanced to the little blond girl. "Well, no one on our side, anyway. The others can die for all I care."

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As the dropship descended Vance jumped out before it touched the ground landing himself in a tree and taking up a firing position with his sniper. He began to take shots at the enemy but with the storm all of the traq darts missed their mark greatly. Things began to get extremly chaotic for Vance and he knew he had to take some action but all the noise was deafening.

Breathing deeply he focused on the car alarm the most annoying of the sounds and muted the sound waves coming from it. It seemed the others had things somewhat under control so for now he took up a support role.

He then put away the sniper on his back deciding in this situation it was completely useless. He then began to reach out with his senses targeting the physics and picking out friend from foe. To him every psychic he sensed had their own signal though in general they were all the same. He then began to target the Conners and the other rogue psychics. He began to mentally manipulate the sound waves toward their ears creating a high-pitched whinethat started low but was clearly intensifying. This took concentration but Vance was hoping that in his current location it would be difficult to target him. He was really pushing his abilities though this was childsplay it was a lot of manipulation to do at once.

(I wouldn't expect anyone to listen to the whole video I didn't but that is basically it helps to skip ahead if anyone wants to hear it lol. If I forgot to tag anyone sorry!)

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Isabelle gasped in exhaustion. The other girl's force field was down, but all of them were running for a truck. She saw Rose out of the corner of her eye. Determined to help in some way, if not in the way she imagined, she strode over to her, crying, fake tears pouring down her face. "I don't know whats going on! Whats happening? I'm so scared." Isabelle hoped Rose had't seen her helping Dylan. SHe ran the rest of the way to rose and embraced her in a childish (and also fake) hug. At that exact moment, Isabelle forced all her energy into paralyzing her. With a tingly sensation, Rose became dead weight at sunk to the ground. Knowing Isabelle's own power, rose would probably be out for a good ten minutes. Looking around, Isabelle found rope near the side of the house alone with other miscellaneous materials. Using the rope, she ties Rose to a porch railing as best as she good. But it wasn't like she was an expert or anything. It was the best she could do. Suddenly, an ear piercing sound rang through her ears.

Isabelle cried out, then realized the source. Looking around, she spotted him. "Vance! Stop it! Do you remember me? Isabelle? The little girl who disappeared a couple months ago? I got one!" She said, pointing to the tied up Rose. A look of shame crossed Isabelle's face, but then disappeared quickly. Isabelle hoped the piercing noise would stop, but for now she ignored it, gritted her teeth, and started to run. She would catch that truck if it was the last thing she did. Her little legs took her far, and soon she decided to jump on an HVPR for an improvised ride. Confused, the HVPR slowed, but then sensed she wasn't a threat and then went back to pursuing its target: The Connors family. Isabelle formed a force field around her. But she was very weak from so much strenuous use of her psychic abilities.

As Isabelle rode by on the HVPR, a strange dark cloaked figure caught the corner of her eye, but she dismiss it. She had more important things to worry about.

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One minute Rose was there, on the ground crying out, and vomiting from the pain. The next she was holding Isobel in an adorable hug. The little girl seemed so scared, so frightened. If only Rose had known the truth before it was too late. There, she felt the same sensation again, when Isobel had accidentally paralized her before. Never trust a psychic... Rose thought as she collapsed almost over the little girl.

She couldn't move again, and barely could she think. Everything was foggy and cloudy. That was when she had the worst headache in the world. A horrible sound started hurting her ears. She couldn't cover her ears for her fingers didn't move to her will. That was when Rose heard the truth. The little girl she had underestimated, was one of them.

Rose felt broken inside. She was going to end up just like her mother, and her oldest brother. On the outside, no one would know Rose was crying, or upset or hurt, but deep down, the pain welled inside, wanting to burst out.

The good news, her psychic abilities were dulled to the point, she couldn't feel anyone's emotions only her own...but she couldn't cry out telepathically to her family either.

Roses world went black...

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Isabelle smiled in a creepily evil yet sweet looking smile at the two talking about Rose. She hopped from her HVPR onto a low-hanging branch, swinging like a innocent little girl, as if they weren't in the middle of a huge fight. casually dropping onto the roof of the car, she smiled again. Sh decided she would try and trick them. "Rose? Hmm I think I killed her. She won't be waking up anytime soon." She giggled at the last part, but then something went flying towards her. She didn't know what or who it was, but it slammed into her shoulder and she let out a cry of pain as she was knocked at least 10 feet back from the truck.

Out of panic, she put up a force field, but it was so weak. her head hurt so bad. Groaning, she shifted into a sitting position and watched as HVPR's started to surround the vehicle. Everything was perfect. Isabelle figured Rose might wake up at some point, and even though Isabelle had tied her up, the thought worried her. Glancing around, she sprinted back towards the house, determined to capture at least one of the Connors family.

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It was a good thing Isabelle had decided to run back to the house, because she would have never been able to keep up with the truck. it was pointless. Skidding to a halt near the house she saw Damion and the others gathered around. Upset that they had let so many get away, Isabelle sulked over to the others, rather shy of them. SHe hadn't seen or talked to any in months. Would they even recognize her? Would they remember her? She reached them just as she heard Damion ask how many they had gotten.

"Zero," Elysia had replied. Zero? Isabelle looked to the porch, where Rose still lay paralyzed, tied up. Isabelle jogged over to the group. Hoping they wouldn't mistake her as a target or threat.

"Um... actually I did get one," she said, pointing Rose. "I paralyzed her. And if she wakes up she won't be able to get far," she explained. So the mission wasn't a complete failure after all. "I tried chasing after the others, but failed" she said, looking down at the ground.

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“Understood,” Ryan said and out of nowhere a little girl tells them that they have captured a runner. Ryan glanced at the little girl trying to figure out who she was. “You've captured a runner, but your just a little girl…I guess you can’t judge a character by how strong they are just because there young.” Ryan began to ask her who she was, but before he could he noticed a strange device within her possession. Ryan walked over to Elysia to calm her down. “Elysia calm down because everything is going to be okay…don’t worry I promise nothing will happen to you because I won’t let it…hey you, little girl, who are you?” Ryan asked.

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Isabelle watched as a guy she didn't quite recognize try to comfort Elysia. Seeing as she didn't remember him, it made sense that he didn't remember her. "My name is Isabelle. Some of you might remember me..." She said, trailing off, glancing over to Rose again, noticing that she was starting to stir a little bit. Frowning, she turned back to the man. "I'm an agent. I think..." she said, looking off the the right, trying to remember if she truly was an agent or not. Maybe she just worked of the DPA. If he was an agent, this would have been her first mission. They didn't normally send out people so young, but she was sweet and manipulative. She could have handled herself.

Isabelle just remembered why the two had been talking about Rose in the truck. "I think they might be coming back to rescue Rose.I don't think this is over," she mused, before plopping down in the grass, exhaustion physically and mentally overcoming her. She had been running and using her psychic powers to much. "Who are you?" She asked, curious about this man she didn't remember.

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"I am Agent Ryan...and my partners here are Damion, Dylan,Vance, and Elysia...I guess you know the reason why we are here seeming how you captured a runner." He explained to her. Ryan looked at Elysia and told her that they have to go and check out this other psychic that Damion said to capture. Ryan stood up up and began walking in the direction towards the bridge since that is the only way out. "Elysia are you coming," he shouted out to her. "and Damion why we are going after this so-called reaper you watch this girl and Rose...I have a hunch that the others might try and come back." he smiled and walked off into the distance.

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Demetri Joane

She couldn't believe it, they were actually going back for the girl. Yes she was their sister, but it was either her or everyone. Then Amethyst suggested a different route to go. She stared at them all increduously. The girl next to her brought the whole damn thing up. If it wasn't for that they could have driven far enough for her to just leave. But there was no way she would be able to get out of this hot zone without everybody else.

"We are going to go back? You know it's probably a trap. They'll already have her flying away on some ship while they wait for us to return so they can pick all of us up too." Dylan was there, waiting for them. The last time she saw her was a memory burned into her skull. The things that she had done, no, she would not let that happen again. But if she left that girl with her, there was no doubt she would do the same to her. Something deep inside of her called out for her to help, and she let out a sigh. "You're all crazy, and we're all going to probably get captured. But if you really want to get her back, I think I can help."

She looked at everybody a little nervously. Never had she done this before, it was always run away, not charge towards. "Okay, there's no way we can just charge in there guns blazing. That's there thing, not ours. But we can outsmart them. There's no way they would expect all of us to go back, some of us never even knew you until moments ago. If we could find some way to sneak back up there, I think I can get Rose back." Her plan was crazy, it probably wasn't even going to work, but she would not be at fault here. "Once we all snuck up, all of the Connors will run out and start attacking everyone. Except for Amethyst. I saw you changed how you looked. You are going to try and exchange yourself for Rose. When one of the agents gets close enough to you, you tackle them to the ground and move enough so people can't see you and morph into whoever it is. It will keep them distracted for Caroluna and me to get Rose and we can all hijack it out of there." It was a rusty idea and she certainly didn't like that she involved herself, but Dylan would butcher the girl until she helped track down this family.

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Dylan Simmons

She didn't like Isabelle. Dylan wasn't sure why but she found her voice to be annoying. This plan had worked horribly, and she felt it would too. They just stormed in, created a big dustcloud, and let them drive away. Not to mention the strange psychic with seven different powers. She found it amusing how much that weird guy got under Damion's skin. She sauntered up to him and put her hand on his cheek. "What's wrong Damion? Scared of a man who looks like he's ready for halloween?" She made a pouty face and patted his cheek. "Cheer up big guy, after all, you're the leader right? We just did what you wanted us to." Then she smirked and looked at everyone else.

"They'll come back. Two or three might run off but something about 'family bonds' will make the Connors come back for their sister." She looked to the place where she was being held and couldn't help but feel a whelp of anger rise that she wasn't the one to catch her, and that she would have to hunt Demetri all over again. The girl would find some way out of the forest, and she would be on the run again. The girl they had now, Rose, would be a good toy to let her anger out on. This girl wouldn't be able to stand for months when she was done with her.

As her anger rose she could feel the temperature rising inside of her. It was never visible on the outside, but when she got angry, her internal temperature rose and her skin began to get hotter. If anybody so much as touched her, they would feel it. Which was often a problem for her because she liked to touch people. If she couldn't hurt them it would mess with them. If she could, well if she could it wasn't really a problem.

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Amethyst processed Demetri's suggestion. She sat back, rubbing her right earlobe. "You're right," she said slowly. "I can change, but I'm sure they know about my eyes." She pulled off her glasses, blinking her vibrant purple eyes. She slipped them back on to prevent stares. "I can't change eye color, I never could. Shape shifters always have one ditinctive, unnatural thing about them that they can't change. Mine just so happens to be my purple eyes. They stay that way all the time, no matter how hard I try. Mind, my glasses help under normal circumstances, but if I go with another look, they'd be a dead give away to my identity. However," she let her hair turn blonde and grow down to her feet, loosely curled, almost sloppy. She shrunk her size to about four feet, unnaturally skinny. She changed her nails to small, bitten up ones. Thes shrugged. "If it's the best we have..."