Jake Atticus Connors's Story

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.

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.

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."

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.

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...

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.

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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))

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!)

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!)

Everything around him happened like a blur. Where was everyone? His mind whirled around, his younger siblings where were they? He couldn't see his dad or anyone else. Standing up, his legs and senses shaking he ran as fast as his legs could take him. Spotting the car he ran up to it and jumped inside. Leaning over the front seat he let out a thankful small breath seeing Avory and Amethyst were okay. He still couldn't see his father, Racheal or Jermery and where, let alone Rose. He looked uncertainly at the unknowns in the car, the two females, but figured that if they were running with them they must be as scared as they all were.

"I'll drive!" he exclaimed as a high pitched whine started to ring in his ears. He took a breath, using his Bandage technique to dull the sound in his ears. "Everyone who doesn't want to listen to that crap hold onto me!" he shouted over the noise, he couldn't take it away completely but at least the mind wouldn't think it was coming to any harm. Seeing the tree fall in front of them Jake silently cursed, getting into the drivers seat and revving up the engine. To his left he could see a forest trail, not big and certainly not smooth, but big enough for the truck. Reversing with a quick glance at the scene around them he grimiced. He'd be leaving people behind. "If we are going to go we need to go now" he said, the tension and sadness evident in his voice. There was no way they could take on those agents, not like this, Avory looked exhausted, Thes was no better. He damned his own inability, he had never been an offensive fighter. His priority was his family, and right now he had an opportunity to save two of them. With some amount of regret he slammed on the accelerator and headed into the forest.

((Correct me if I'm wrong in anything, there was alot for me to go through!))

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.

(Err, you also forgot to mention the that you got into the truck when it was already moving, so part of your earlier post kind of sounded weird...lol)

Avory looked around, and tried to decide on what to do. Half of his brain was agreeing with Jake, the other half with Thes, and it was very obvious he was confused and conflicted by the look on his face. "I...I don't know. I mean, with what was back there, I just don't know. During the fight, this other psychic arrived. He wasn't an agent either, he took Damion heads on and was winning last time I checked. He...he tried to kill me, and using my foresight, I saw him in the future trying to steal my powers, which would kill me, and such. He was powerful, and he must have done it before, because I think I saw him use at least 4 or 5 different powers. I agree with Thes, but...I don't know how we can save him if he is still around. I was barely able to survive him before Damion intervened".

Avory wanted to go save Rose and find Dad, but he also secretly hoped they were okay. At the same time, Avory had to look out for HVPRs. "The HVPRs will probably be searching the woods, looking for us. If we even try to get close, they will probably spot us. And..." Avory started, but then he realized something. "During the fight, I deflected a car that was headed towards me! It hit the gunship instead! They don't have air transportation, so they will probably call in a ground transport instead!"

And there was only one road out of there: The one they were on now.


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Damion looked at the other Agents, still having his fair share of battle scars, and looked at Ryan and Elysia. "I want that damn bastard found! I just got an attacked by a psychic with at least 7 powers! 7! From what he said, I can only assume he must have a power to steal psychic powers from other psychics. And he is here, looking for our targets! I want him found, and detained before he gets too far. I saw his battle style. He won't have any regard for Civilians, and he needs to be found!"

Clearly, whoever this attacker was had shaken Damion. Damion always preferred a calm, calculated perspective, so this outburst of rage and anger indicated that this psychic must be incredibly dangerous. He then took a moment to calm down, before asking "How many did we get this time?"

It was as if they had a clear road out of the arms of trouble that was was becoming farther and farther behind them, but to Luna the safety was sickening. She was fighting for family, the only blood she had left but she knew what it felt like to lose a sibling and she couldn't let that happen to anyone else, not on her watch.

"Stop the van!" She hollered at the top of her lungs as she shuffled through her bag for the bare necessities, she didn't want to be slowed down even in the slightest bit. All she needed to save the others was her, gun, knife and a clear mind.

"You don't want to make this mistake. I know what it feels like to lose a sibling and trust me you can never live it down. The department has my brother, and I let it happen. We let our guards down to hold a funeral for our parents in town, the whole thing was my idea. He said it'd be better if we held a makeshift funeral for them in the woods but my pride wouldn't let me part with them in such a half assed way. He was abducted by them that same day. In my family we rather be dead than used against one of our own, he was supposed to have... killed himself that day, drink a vile of poison but he dropped it in the scuffle with the HVPRs, I was supposed to finish the job, it's a deal we made and I couldn't do it. I couldn't look my twin in the eye and kill him. But either way he is gone and they might have turned him into one of them, something he would have never wanted and I have to live with that everyday of my life." She said, her voice wavered as she spoke but she refused to cry and be reduced to something so weak.

"I get that you don't want to send any of your family back and potentially lose them both, so I'm offering. I'm willing to do this for you, and partially myself. I guess it's my form of repenting. Just stop the van, please." She said with earnest eyes.

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(Mr.BanelingSquishy, I know right? It is a pretty trippy picture. I have a fine selection of gifs to choose from on tumblr so I like to use them to add a little bit of aesthetics and stuff.)

(Also, as a recap who is back at the house that possibly needs to be svaed?)

((Rose has been captured and needs to be saved currently. No-one seems to know where the Connor's dad is))



He slammed on the breaks. For now they were in a truck, in the middle of a dirt forest road but they were safe. The agents from the DPA didn't seem to be following and the woods were suspiciously clear of HVPRs. But they were missing two of their family members. History repeating itself. he thought bitterly. First it was their mother and Damion, now it was their father and Rose. His mind raced, he tried to ignore Thes but her words cut deep. While Avory's admission not only caused him to shudder but to wonder what the hell they were going to do.

There was a homicidal psychic on the rampage with a bunch of agents back at the house, on the other hand there was probable a whole platoon of scum from the DPA coming down this very road once they realized the gunships were down. It was Luna who took him by surprise though, he looked back at Demetri and Caroluna in the back of the truck. Both were strangers to him and now one had just offered to go back to get Rose. The one who had spoke, her hair was a stark blonde, ash eyes and a little distracting until Jake pulled himself quickly together. "I can't ask you to do that, but we can't stay here. If Avory totaled a gunship the cavalierly will be on their way. We'd never get out of the forest in time..." he paused, biting his lip as he tried to think of a way to help his family.

"Going back would be crazy, anyone else would never consider going back. They'll never expect it, they wouldn't even be looking for us! his voice was almost giddy, optimistic. Maybe they could do this, they'd sneak in and get back their father and Rose. They'd have to run on foot to get away- with the forest road compromised using the car was out of the question. Well, unless they could make their own road. His eyes glanced at Jeremy and Racheal, his younger siblings could certainly make a bang and Jeremy was grinning wildly at him, the thought of adventure brimming in his mind. "My name is Jake Connors by the way" he said quickly, embarrassed that his manners had flown out the window even in the time of crisis. "And we are going to need some sort of plan".

Thes scowled as the little girl flew off the rooftop. That kid was ridiculous, t insane, and that was all therre was to it. Who was to say she even knew where Rose was? She was probably lying, to get them to leave, or worse, turn themselves in. It was a pathetic attempt, but Amethyst couldn't help but wonder... She shook her head. No. Don't think about that.

Amethyst listened to her older brother's proposition. She nodded slowly. That seemed reasonable, fair, the safest thing to do. It would make everyone happy. Unless Rose had been captured or... Thes groaned, willing her mind to slow. She sighed glancing to Jake. "Well, we're going to have to loop around somehow, a way they won't see us, and before they catch up." She glanced to either side. "We could always try the woods, but the truck may not fit, not in this area." She glanced around hopefully. "Any other ideas? Preferably better than my pathetic suggestion."

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.

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..."

With all the stress in the air, which he did not have to be an empath to feel, Avory had started writing in his journal. That is when he thought of something. "What about Jeremy and Rachel? Who is going to watch them and keep them safe?"

And where is father. My foresight tells me about all this, now why cant it tell me where he is?

He looked at Jake, then Thes, then Luna. Of course, that is when he had an idea, but he needed to ask something first. "Luna, just wondering, do your force fields block communication signals? I have an idea..."

(The following plan to be read by Runners only)

"...we hijack whatever vehicle they will have called in to take Rose to the DPA, Thes disguises herself as the DPA driver. However, we make sure that the real driver is trapped in a force field, and if you can block communications from going in and out of the force field, then there is no way they can know. Then, we simply drive up, pick up Rose, and then tell them that the signal strength is shit up here so command relayed to them that you need to prioritize targets, but at least bring in two psychics. Tell them 'The Connors family is so large, and there have been reports of other Runners in the area, they wont be happy with one this time'. Then, we drive away with Rose, and Dad if he also got captured, without them figuring it out.

(If you have trouble reading it, just copy the text and read it somewhere else. But only Runners read that. It would ruin the plan if the Agents read that)

"So, what do you think?"

"Communication signal block? I can do it, it'll take a lot, and I can't project something like while I'm not in it for long, but it'll get done." Luna said as she took a second to concentrate on how much energy she'd need to dispel to block out waves. It was a bit strenuous and something she'd only done on a few occasions but she was determined and wasn't planning to let anyone down.

With that requested of her Avory started on the bulk of the plan, for such a young kid he sure had a whole lot of guts and a innate knack for this stuff.

"So what do you think?" He asked, his voice stern and commanding.

"That is brilliant, crazy as hell but they'll never expect it." Luna said with a faint smile, things were looking up. They still had to execute the plan flawlessly but it was nice to know that for once The Department had a resistance against them that was ready to kick ass and take names.

"Are there any naysayers? If even one of you are unsure of your role or hesitate we'll all pay for it." Luna warned as she made it her point to look everyone in the eyes and lingered on Demetri.

Amethyst smirked. "I like it. It's devious, malicious." She rubbed her hands together, changing back. "My kind of fun." Somehow, she felt out of touch with the danger of it all, more intent on how fun it would be to decieve and decept those who decieve and decept. In truth, there were still many, many ways it could go wrong, but if everyone played their part just right, it ought work.

She caught Luna's lingering gaze on Demetri, and glanced at her [Caroluna]. Obviously, she suspected Demetri of something, but what exactly she suspected her of was unclear to Thes. She didn't really know this girl yet, but her fear was clear. Fear of what, she knew not. Perhaps of the DPA, perhaps of the family themselves. Honestly, that wouldn't surprise Thes at all. They've been chased for years and years on end, attracting the DPA left and right. But still. Traitors wouldn't do.

"Anyone not mentioned will serve as back up. If all else fails you need to be alert and take affirmative action." Luna spoke as she looked at the others.
"Spread out and go unnoticed." Luna advised as she took a deep breath.
"Jake, you'll drive us back there, about half way and then shut off the engine so they won't know we've arrived. You'll need to stay by the DPA vehicle. We don't know what shape we'll find the others in, so be prepared to use your healing powers."
"If anything goes wrong, distract. Both Demetri and Avory, use your telekinesis to throw them off and Jake use your Echoing as a follow up." Luna said, her heart was beating faster at the realization that they were running into this with everything they had and had everything to lose.

[Sorry this post was so short, I have a bit of writer's block going on]