He was right there. Couldn't be more than 50 ft away. Granted, she was on top of the roof, and he was below her, but that wasn't really the point. Elizabeth had been practicing this for weeks, months even. The Psycho. She didn't know his real name. She wasn't sure if anyone did. Anyone close enough to him to ask wound up dead. His mind was different. Like everyone else's it was a fairly open book. that didn't mean his thoughts made sense... but she could read them easily. She had never tried sending telepathic messages. she had never found the need to. Controlling his mind was next to impossible. It was taking her a great deal of energy to make him not look up, to not see if anyone was on the roof. She had been trying to take control of his mind all week, all with failure. Right now she just concentrated on a simple task, getting him to lift up his hand and wave it in the air. The most she could get him to do was hold it up in the air before he looked at it confused and dropped it down to his side again.

With a sigh, elizabeth shifted in her spot on the roof. Nobody really understood the Reds. She did. She understood most people for that matter. I mean, it did help that she could read minds. Elizabeth sort of understood why this guy was so crazy. she wanted desperately to help but didn't know how, without getting viciously murdered. Elizabeth got an idea. She could start simple. She could use indirect mind control to pry some answers out of his head. Indirect mind control was doing something or showing something that would cause a person to think something in response to it without meaning to. An easy way to get thoughts out of someone without directly confronting the person.

Elizabeth took out a piece of paper and wrote four words on the piece of paper. Carefully putting her pen away she let the paper slip from her hands and flutter away into the wind. She didn't let it just fly away though, she willed it with her mind to follow a path downward to the crazy Red. SHe let the slip of paper swirl around him before coming to a stop, hovering about four inches away from his face. On the paper it said:

"What is your name?"

Francis had been wandering around this particular part of town longer than he usually would, longer than his restlessness would allow even, were it not for the thing that was currently keeping him here. He knew, beyond a doubt, that someone else was here. His hand kept lifting, seemingly of its own volition, and he could smell someone nearby. Based on the scent, it was a female, most likely not a one of the ones like him, lacking the distinct smell of blood. Well, granted, even the ones that suffered from an affliction similar to his own weren't really "like him" but still.

He was certain that this woman was somewhere nearby, but he couldn't seem to locate her, something he'd normally have no problem doing. Perhaps she was disguising her location somehow? Just when the idea to level everything within sight until there was no longer any place too hide, a piece of paper fell from above, swirling around him, before hovering in front of him.

"What is your name?"

Francis' thoughts in response to this were loud, fast and scattered, as they always were. A horrible jumble of memory, homicidal instincts, confusion, and mental lashing out. Mr. DeWitt? My head. Oh god, they're all dead! I hate you! Blood everywhere! There's blood everywhere! The roof. Jackie? The paper fell. The girl is on the roof.

At the realization that came with his mental barrage, He looked directly up. He still wasn't sure which building this person was on, but that would be remedied shortly. Whistling "Heigh-Ho", he waltzed his way over to the nearest building, and planted his fist firmly into the corner of the wall, causing several cracks to spread outwards from the place where his hand now resided. After this, he struck again, and again, and again, each strike faster and more hate-filled than the last. His whistling was now between each hit, rather than continuous. He even headbutted the structure a few times. The building was clearly unstable, and wasn't going to be able to withstand much more of this.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Bad idea. Reeeeally bad idea. It seemed like a good idea at the time. In fact the response was so overwhelming she almost fell off the roof. It was like a tidal wave of emotions and thoughts and feelings crashed into her. His name was Francis DeWitt. At first she had only managed to get his last name, but his own thoughts slowly formed francis, almost an afterthought. And oh god all the thoughts. it just didn't make sense to her, but suddenly he was crazed, his mind overpowering hers. He looked up. Elizabeth wasn't sure if he actually saw her, but he started walking towards her building, and basically started punching it. Elizabeth knew this wasn't a very stable building. Elizabeth loved climbing. Though she wasn't particularly fast, or strong, or athletic even, she was good at climbing and loved spending time on the roof tops of their Red-Zone. This town was a simple one. A simple chain link fence had been put up in attempts to keep people out. Or maybe keep the Reds in. it was a fairly small town, nothing very special.

Elizabeth quickly hopped up from where she was sitting and quickly looked for a way down, or another roof to jump onto. She could hear cracking. pieces started falling awe from the roof. She could feel the whole structure shaking. Elizabeth ran to one side of the building, the one that was closest to another building. The building was to far away, she wouldn't be able to jump it. How did she manage to get up here in the first place? She climbed the side of the building.... so she would have to climb down. To a murderous Red below her who she couldn't control? There wasn't another option. Actually there was, but she really wasn't the violent type. maybe that could be her plan B....

Elizabeth swung one leg over the side of the building, feeling for the edge of a window. Planting her foot firmly, she pulled herself down, grabbing hold of the top of the roof and letting her feet drop down further to the bottom of the window sill. looking down, she spotted a brick jutting out and placed one foot there and dropped down so she was now holding onto the window sill. the house was starting to crumble. her footing wasn't to great. she wasn't that high off the ground. taking a leap of faith, she jumped front the building, and rolled as she landed, a way she had learned to break her fall, which she had down so many times before. Francis was on the other side of the building, but his thoughts signaled that he knew she was here. She tried directing his thoughts away from her, but she just wash;t able to concentrate, and her grasp on his mind kept slipping away.

He was coming for her. she was as good as dead. She ran. But it was useless. Reds are fast. And she wasn't mutated with super speed. She felt something grab her leg. it was all over. she was done for. Then a sudden rash thought hit her. she grabbed the hand that was grabbing her leg. Immediately she could had a better grasp on his mind. Willing all her energy, she dove into his mind head first and forced to take the reins. He stopped. sort of dead in his tracks utterly confused. immediately she was already slipping. She felt drained of energy, weak, lightheaded. She took the one second of his confusion to lift a car into the air with her mind, and ram into Francis. I guess it was plan B after all. She was so weak. Elizabeth was using so much energy, all because she wanted to know his name. His name! The car hit francis head on, him stuck in his stupor and her dizzy. She brought up another car and slammed it into francis. She wasn't even sure if she hit him, but while he was occupied, she stumbled away, All the while repeatedly telepathically saying to francis:

"Go away Francis DeWitt. Go away Francis DeWitt. Go away Francis DeWitt."

Francis had almost finished beating away at the building's structure, and the thing was looking ready to topple in a few more good hits. However, before he could land those last few fatal strikes, he heard her land on the other side of the building. For a moment, he is unsure as to whether to go after her, or whether to continue his assault on the building instead, but an angry something in his mind, that does not approve of her meddling there, urges him to prevent that from happening again. So he dashes around to the other side, and quickly caught up with her, and grabbed her leg. In theory, it would have been slightly more easy to catch her by the hair, but then she wouldn't have fallen to the ground in such an amusing manner.

Just as he was considering how he should kill her, the young woman grabbed his hand, and immediately he was dazed, dropping her and reeling back. For a moment Francis could only stand there in confusion. His mind cleared just in time for him to be hit by a car. While normally he would have probably shrugged it off, or possibly just dodged it in the first place, but he was still stunned from the mental attack she had used on him. Enough so that he was even hit by a second car as her threw the first one off of him.

"Go away Francis DeWitt. Go away Francis DeWitt. Go away Francis DeWitt."

The repetition of the foreign thoughts wouldn't let him focus, as they buzzed like a swarm of hornets in his head. It was unbearable. By the time he managed to rise to his feet, the car sliding off of his back unnoticed, the girl was already long gone, and the thoughts assaulting his mind were only his own. Perhaps they were the small remainder of his sanity struggling to see through the murk his head had been clouded with for who knows how long. Unable to take it any longer, Francis slammed his head into the pavement again and again, in a desperate attempt to silence the clattering in his mind. By the time he had succeeded in rendering himself unconscious, there wasn't much pavement left in the spot he then lay next to.

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Anna Mason sat in a currently unoccupied building, counting the money that she'd managed to make that day from selling "Mr. Grey's Malady Alleviation Serum, and Plague Prevention Potion" to those who were either foolish or desperate enough to purchase it. In actuality, the so-called "Potion" was nothing more than water with green food coloring, and and some crushed grass for texture.

Idly, she wondered how much longer she could keep this scam going before she had to leave to avoid being caught. Then again, there wasn't really a way to disprove the elixir as genuine. It was, of course, only sold as a preventative measure, so no-one who didn't become a Red or a Perp could claim that it didn't work on them, and their word wasn't much good anyway. In addition, no-one would expect it to cure anything.

Having confirmed the exact amount of profit, Anna put the cash away, and brought out instead a pack of cards. She would need to get up early tomorrow if she planned on continuing to sell the snake-oil, but sleep was beyond her at the moment, and besides, it wasn't that late yet.