Alexandria
She felt relieved all at once until he asked,
"Girl, you look some what familiar have we met before?"
There it went again, the words that she heard all to often.
"Um, maybe. I can't exactly remember,"
She stuttered a little as she said it and was quite nervous all of a sudden. He had seen her sister's face, or he had seen her face maybe. It was already to late for her friends, maybe she could leave now.
"Well, miss pure heart is going to go now."
She said, in a voive that accientally sounded like her sister. She turned around and clamped her hand over her mouth before she said anything else stupid .

Jace looked up at the girl. She was petite and very thin, but her eyes reminded him of Jaz. Inadvertently, he glanced at his sister. She blinked once. Jace nodded slightly. "We'll help you-" Jaz was cut off by Jace. She gave him a what-do-you-think-you're-doing look. He spoke cheerfully. "But see, I need-oh, hang on a moment." He moved in between the girl and Jaz. "Right. I need some help, too. With my oh-so-wonderful twin. How do you stop someone who's slightly psychotic and is about to do something psychotic?" Jaz hissed. "But we had-I mean, we have to destroy it." Jace glared. "Jaz...give it to me." "No." She replied sullenly. Jace waved the partially universal remote just out of Jaz's reach in his free hand, the other clamped around Jaz's wrist. "I could use this, otherwise." She turned pale and checked her pockets. "But-that's-it's mine-you-" "All's fair in love, war, and twinhood." She growled and threw the control at him. He sighed. "Tsk, tsk. You deployed it?" Jaz made a face. "Why're you asking me? You know the answer, too." Jace smiled. "Okay, I don't know your name, and I know we both probably look ridiculous and weird and slightly psychotic, but could you please hold the remote-like thing, not press the buttons, and keep it out of Jaz's reach? By the way, I'm Jace."

"Well farewell, and if anything happens be sure to give me a call, and I'll come to your aid my name is Xel." Xel said and stood up . Xel paid the bar tender for the glass and headed out going to west towards the clinic he passed earlier, Xel walked until he found himself with the clinic once again, he went inside seeing a woman she greeted Xel, Xel smiled and took out the bag that had the bounty of the Raven band, he opened it and took out 500$ and placed it inside his pocket then gave the bag to her "Here is almost 20 million, think of it as a donation by Xel, oh and that man that shot the Raven in the head tell him, 'This is a thank you for the body's, your clinic need it more than me'." Xel said and took his leave and headed east back to the town that had the bar...

Armenius and Mother Helena sat at the lobby table in the benches with a bucket of water, a camp stove and dirty rags. They were cleaning the bandages, boiling them in an ethanol solution, wringing them out and throwing them into a plastic laundry basket. The rags had just come from the sick ward; they had lost two to pneumonia that afternoon.

"This should be the last of them." Armenius informed Mother Helena as he lifted the dripping, steaming wad of fabric from the bucket with his right hand.

"Thank you dear." Mother Helena answer with a tired smile as she took a handful of the rags and dropped them into the sauce pan in front of her. Her shoulder length brown-silver hair was pushed back behind her wrinkled cheeks by a sky-blue kerchief. She was an averaged sized weathered bird, probably in her fifties--Armenius never asked her age--and yet she carried herself better than most of her age in these times. Her dark green eyes were nestled behind droopy eyelids; her eyes were a window into a soul that had seen in the eyes of others far more suffering than anyone should ever have to endure.

The kid, Xel was his name, had swung by earlier and gave the clinic a generous donation of cash. Although grateful for the donation and intending to put it to good use for the clinic, it was one of those unfortunate times when good intentions fell on the wrong times. Paper money was rapidly becoming obsolete, in a time when governments no longer existed to enforce its value and no grand economic institutions propped up the market upon which capital flourished. Favors, services, bartering and technology were becoming the new currency in the post-Collapse world, and paper money was becoming akin to kindling. Still, given the more significant structure of civilization in Sanctum Prime, someone out there was bound to accept paper money as a viable medium of exchange. Tomorrow Armenius would head out and see what could be bought. And if he came upon that Xel kid, he would thank him for his contributions to society.

"So, Erica told me you've decided to stay with us for a little while longer. Is this true?" Mother Helena asked as she wrung water from a rag with both hands and tossed it into the basket on the table.

"Yes." Armenius replied as he did the same. "I never really wanted to leave here in the first place and now with Jackson gone and nobody else to replace him, it just wouldn't be very humane of me to leave all you now. Plus, the way things have been been going lately, you can use all the help you can get." Armenius finished as he fished another wet rag out of his sauce pan.

"Bless you child. I don't know what I would do without you." Mother Helena responded in a sigh of relief of gratitude as she placed a waxen, yet soft, gentle palm on Armenius's right shoulder and gave him a warm smile.

"Thank you Mother. There is, indeed, no higher calling than service." Armenius responded softly as they locked eye contact for a brief moment and returned the smile.

They finished wringing out the last of the rags and Mother Helena took the basket into one of the back rooms where they would be hung up to dry while Armenius cleaned up the table. Mother Helena decided to take a well deserved rest; Armenius checked his spring watch. 1930EST, it was getting late. He looked out the dust caked windows to the south; a storm was brewing. Billowing, dark grey clouds rose up from behind the ruined skyline. Rain had changed since the Collapse, since planetary ecosystem was ravaged by nuclear fire. The radioactive ash that was thrust into the upper troposphere over two years ago had yet to fully settle. Combine that with excessive, and escalating, burning of tires, plastic, batteries...and human bodies as well as other toxic material was sending soot streaming into the sky and there lay a recipe for all kinds of strange meteorological phenomenon.

Rain, once a nurturing force, now spewed black, poisonous smear that killed all plant life. The Black Rain would also blot out the sunlight, shrouding the affected area in a cloak as black as Hell. Then when the last of the rain fell, black streams of death flowed into toxic miasmas filled with the putrid remains of dead rodents, birds, and insects killed by exposure to the poison. The Black Rain was undrinkable. Anyone who drank too much of the foul liquid would linger and die in horrible agony within a few days.

Ironically the Black Rain gave Armenius a brief respite from the day's frantic work. Very few souls dared brave the rain during a downpour and this was a storm after all. He took the time to check his weapons and supplies. Ammunition was running low again. He had only about eighty or so 6.8mm rounds fro the REC7 left, and maybe forty or so 9mm rounds for the P225, although again, with Xel's generous donation, Armenius was sure that this shortage could be righted soon. Armenius had recovered the Raven weapons including the leader's MP5K and spare ammunition. He decided it would be best put to use by the clinic; they could always use more firepower. The bladed weapons and cudgels were stored in a locked janitor's closet where nobody could hurt themselves with them. Turning back to his own weapons, Armenius dug his field kit out of his pack, opened it, and grabbed a greasy rag and an oil kettle. He then proceeded to clean his firearms. When he was finished, he sipped some warm water from his camel pack then pulled a can of tuna and some dense bread out of his pack. He unsheathed his K-Bar knife and cut open the tuna can, then carefully used it to spoon tuna into his mouth while occasionally chomping on the bread and sipping water as the first drops of Black Rain splattered the windows. Armenius had just finished his meal and was sharpening his knife on a whet stone when he heard light footsteps from behind.

"Hi Vigil." A cheery, yet somewhat fatigued female voice said from behind.

Armenius looked over his shoulder and replied, "Hey Erica," with a crack of a smile. The almond-blonde girl, dressed in slack jeans, a blue shirt and a dirty white lab coat stained with rusty red and sickly yellow, walked over to where Armenius was and took a seat next to him. She sighed in relaxation and said, "Look, I'm sure Tiff (Mother Tiffany Helena) already said this, but, thanks for staying. I mean, if you weren't here today we'ed all be dead and...and they might of..."

"Now, now, don't worry, they won't be back any time soon." Armenius reassured Erica as he placed a caring hand on her thigh. She smiled.

Armenius remembered when the 19-year-old girl first came into the clinic as a patient about six weeks ago. She was a terrible wreck. Her shoddy clothes were stretched and torn, her hair frazzled and her eyes had run red with tears. She clutched her stomach in her arms protectively and sat down hunched over, sniffling and shuddering. When Armenius took a knee before her and asked how he could help her, she had just glanced at him, then dropped her chin to her chest and whimpered. It was then that Armenius noticed her split lip, her swollen left eye and the darkening bruisers around her wrists and arms. Somehow, Armenius knew these weren't the only bruises she had. But as he touched her wrist to do a closer inspection, she thrashed at him violently and yelled at him to back off. This confirmed Armenius's tragic suspicions, and it was one of those times when he felt completely helpless. The girl had been raped. Armenius hadn't been trained to handle that kind of situation, but one thing he knew for sure was that psychologically, the last thing a rape victim, especially a young one, needs is to have another man touch them. Thankfully Mother Helena was able to comfort and console the girl into letting them help her, she even told them her name after they saw to her wounds, helped her clean up and offered to let her stay for the night.

Eric told them a traumatizing tale filled with horror. She had been traveling from a nearby town with her two younger brothers when a huge, hairy almost bear-like man attacked them. He literally tore her brothers limb from limb in a bloody orgy of violence while issuing inhuman roars louder than any animal the girl had ever heard in her life. Then when he was finished with her brothers, the man came after Erica. Armenius really didn't want to think of the details. Just like ordinary humans, some of the Gifted were monsters too and exploited their powers to the fullest extent of their personal satisfaction. Psychopaths, gifted or no, were still psychopaths. With no family left, Erica decided that she would stay at the clinic as a helping hand, she had had some rudimentary first aid training as a lifeguard before the Collapse. Armenius taught her more advanced triage skills as they worked together. The two of them, in a very short time, became close, very close. But their relationship could never be anything more than a romantic friendship. Armenius never stayed in one place for too long, and Erica had no where else to go but he clinic, plus, her victimization had left her with an acute fear of the outside world. They discussed the matter the previous week and sorrowfully acknowledged the inevitable.

Another time, Armenius thought regretfully. Another life.

"Still, I don't know what we would do without you, Armenius." Erica said as she rested her head on his shoulder. Shortly thereafter, her eyes heavy with fatigue, Erica was fast asleep. Armenius looked out he window; the Black Rain still fell, increasing in tempo as thunder cracked overhead. He decided to take a cat nap himself. His left eye shut, and his right eye fluttered on the brink of closure; Armenius had long since learned how to sleep with one eye 'open'. Another testament to his nickname.

An accelerated sleep cycle increased the likelihood of vivid dreaming during REM sleep, which for Armenius was nearly instantaneous. Sometimes the dreams were fascinating and wonderful, sometimes they were bland and technical. And other times, they were horrific in the extreme.

The sun was hot on Armenius's brow as he and his squad rolled down the dusty village road in their Humvee. The scattered orange-red brick buildings gleamed brightly in the desert haze. Men in jean overalls and dirty, wrinkled polo shirts crowded on a street corner smoking cigarettes and women dressed in black burqas walked down the street with little children at their feet. Older children, boys mostly, watched the Americans with interest from roof tops, sometimes pointing and laughing. Armenius and his unit had been stationed in western Pakistan ever since the failure of the ISI Coup as part of a military aid detatchment to help the Pakistani government clear out pro-ISI insurgents operating the remote regions of their country. This town, Rharstim, on the lip of the Pakistan-Afghanistan border, was one such trouble location.

The Humvee ground to a halt in front of a small warehouse made of cheap sheet metal. Locals had reported to American translators that men with guns had been spotted moving in and out of this building and then Corporal Kol and his squad had been ordered by Lieutenant Hamilton to check it out.

Alright, dismount, wide fan and no sudden movements. I don't want the locals getting jumpy on us like they did in Asani." Ordered Sergeant Kulchner in his thick Tennessee accent. Rhocanis Kulchner was a good man, not necessarily the smartest military leader, but a good man. In all the time Armenius had been in Sgt.Kulchner's unit, the man's moral fiber had never snapped even in the face of great adversity. And greater temptation.

Armenius hopped out of the open-topped back of the Humvee, clutched his M4 and moved up on the left behind Private Maxwell Doyle, the squad's machine gunner. Pvt.Doyle lugged his M240 about as he took point, making a beeline for the only visible door. Armenius looked up through his light adjusting shades as he heard the distant buzzing of machinery; a Predator drone circling overhead on overwatch. Armenius stood with his back to the metal wall of the building just outside the door, lurching forward as Doyle did the same. His earbud crackled, "Squad move in, Doyle, point. Kol, back him up. Mendoza, behind him, stack up." Sgt. Kulcher's voice cracked over the short-range radio.

"Yes sarge, entering now." Doyle replied as he whirled around to face the door. He tried the handle, the door clicked open and after clearing the hall, Doyle stormed in, Kol followed with Mendoza behind him. The hallway was dimly lit and dust hung in the air. Down the hallway several doors and tributary halls intersected it. Kol swore he could hear what sounded like dripping water. As the fire team advanced down the hallway, they came upon a dark tributary.

"Kol, left." Sgt.Kulcher ordered from behind Mendoza.

"On it." Kol replied as he sharply turned the corner-

And right into the gaunt, zombified face of the dead Raven leader, no more than a hair's width from Armenius's own face. His flesh was rotting and maggots infested the man's ventilated, putrid eye socket; his face frozen in a ghoulish silent scream.

Armenius's eyes shot open as another thunder clap roared overhead. He looked about, his heart racing. Erica was still curled up against him, sound asleep. The Black Rain flowed down the windows in jet black sheets. Armenius heard the distinct sloshing of footsteps in the distance and they were getting louder. Armenius slowly came to his feet and cradled Erica's head on the back of the bench, checked his watch--1950EST--and went to go investigate. All he could see through the glass doors was the inky blackness of the rain...and somehow the silhouette of a man's face with hole for a left eye. And still he heard the footsteps. Someone was coming.

So, she had murdered him.
Skyright's suspicions were finally confirmed, even though he didn't want to believe it. Killing of any kind, even in self defense, was revolting to him. What disgusted him even more was how E saw her work as art. A sort of immortalization through death.
She clearly had a few problems with her mental stability. The mentioning of her other persona; Caddie, only further proved this. Still, E said he didn't have anything to worry about, so Caddie probably wasn't as deranged or violent as E.
Though it didn't hurt to be cautious, especially considering the girl's mental state, Skyright decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. He always liked to believe in the good in people.
"Caddie," He said softly to the girl, "Can you tell me about yourself and E?"

"CRAP! Crap! crap! crap!" Xel said sprinting back to the clinic seeing the black rain advancing at his back in a high speed, "Please don't, catch up to me! Oh there the clinic!" Xel said and sprinted towards the door, then the rain completely caught up to him falling heavily on him; Xel quickly opened the doors and got inside, panting "Wooh~~ I am back ehehe, and I'll be staying here for a bit, until it stops raining at least." Xel said to and sat on a chair that has wheels, then spun on it or a moment; Xel stopped and leaned looking outside through the window...

Alice watched puzzled at the twins interaction. It confused her, were they fighting? She stood bewildered, they were drawing so much attention she wanted to shush them. The blonde girl obviously had a plan her brother didn't approve of, it looked like it involved explosives. Maybe a revenge mission.

" haha my middle name is psychotic." she took the remote gingerly, it looked dangerous.  Her stomach made sick noises, she ignored them as best she could. Alice wasn't doing as well as the gifted who could afford food she had to do what ever she could, she shuttered at the ways she had sold herself just to stay alive. 

The slight figure's body language seemed to alter instantly to mark a change in demeanor. Her shoulders relaxed, she sank down to the flats of her feet and uncurled her hands. Most visibly the rather nasty smile that E always seemed to bear left her face, abandoning the wholly malevolent expressions of the killer and replacing it with one of confusion.

The young woman left behind gazed around for a moment, before stumbling back a moment in surprise as she caught sight of Skyright, and was left attempting to work out what he was saying. After a moment she padded back over, getting over the initial shock of finding herself in the middle of a conversation.

"Oh..um...sorry..I'm a b-bit surprised." she remarked. Her voice was halting and occasionally stuttery, considerably divorced from the confident, eloquent mode of speech of the other persona.
"I didn't expect...E sometimes send me places I don't expect...you...you met E? I hope she didn't hurt you...she..she sometimes hurts people. Breaks them...like they won't get up again afterwards. You look alright...um..I'm Caddie." she smiled a little, in an attempt to seem friendly.

"N-not too many people talk to me now. All too busy with...I dunno..fighting each other I guess."

Zane looked outside "its time"

"Time to rob the bank boys"zane said.We are gonna
Take the money to make the resources .but boys
I dont need ur help anymore.then zane multiplied
Into one after another of himself shooting all the
Men in the room."Now ,Its time,a voice said"

Moments are nothing,Living it is something.that is a lesson when ur robbing a bank
in a world that barely exist. Running,sweating,Zane is running ,time is almost out and the bank will soon close and its just him but he has
No help.Zane makes it to the bank without a single rush and only a ak-47
In his hand . He thinks about going in through the back or front so just decides to blow the front door to peices.Zane gets inside and says
"Piece of cake".Then,a guard approaches him and Zane shoots killing the guard with two bullets then,the alarm sounds are more deadlier than a bansee."Looks like we have five minutes"zane says. Then,zane multiplies one zane after another .Get those gold bars and the money . Then, men all dressed in black come inside and surrounds zane ,Oh $**t .

Alexandria
She left the club feeling more scared than she had ever felt since the apocalypse, and that was saying something. As she walked away she caught a glimpse that made her stop. There she was standing right in front of herself, except in slightly different clothes. Viper found her. She broke out in a run but then fell to the ground clasping at her ears as she talked. She hated that power. She hated it so much. Why couldn't Viper do something like make flames or some other one that wasn't so hurtful? Then again, Alex's was no better, hers was made to hurt or heal. But she didn't use it tha tway, which made the difference.
"Xel!" she yelled. She didn't htink she was ever going to actually need him, let alone so soon. But it was needed now.
"Xel!" she screamed once more until the words drowned into plain screaming.

Viper
"Sister,"
She said with a smile.
"How much I've missed you."
Whoever this "Xel" character was he sure didn't seem to be coming, and screams all sounded familiar. Maybe he would just ignore her. Or maybe he would come, it didn't really matter. More fun for her. Being in the Paralina Gang was fun, but it could get boring since they were so small. But just because they were small didn't mean they weren't deadly. In their first week they had managed to take out three small gangs, become enemies with half the other gangs in town, and steal some of the Raven's supplies. Well, more than some. She stopped messing with the sound and said,
"You know what I want."

Beth groaned. She had fallen asleep under a tree in the middle of nowhere. She had to be honest with herself, she was lucky she woke up at all. And even better that she still had her bag. Reaching in, she pulled out the left over chicken and potatoes. Opening it, she didn't care that it was cold. The look of real still good food made her mouth water. Her stomach growled, reminding her of her slow starvation. Picking at the food, she managed to eat it slowly and not stuff it all in her mouth. The chicken was greasy but tasted great. The potatoes had a buttery quality that she loved too. She finished the food within a minute or two. Then Bethany leaned back on the tree and sighed. How was she managing to stay so hidden for so long? It worked for her, but still.

Jaz was furious with herself, her brother, and the stranger girl. Mostly, she was furious with everything. And she did not find it amusing at all that the girl said psychotic was her middle name. Apparently, Jace did. He had a little, serene smile on his face as he inspected her controls. He turned the switch back so that her fly would come back to them and inspected the explosive as it came to rest on his nose.
He crossed his eyes to see it better. "A fly?"
She nodded smugly. "A fly. Anyways, I hear if you hit someone hard on the head while their eyes are crossed, their eyes will be permanently crossed. D'you wanna see if it's true?" Jaz knew he would not accept, but it was still fun to ask. Maybe he'd be too preoccupied.
Jace smashed the fly in between his fingers. And the controls in his hand. "I'd rather not." He took the remote back from the girl and smashed that as well, grinding it under his heel for good measure. "Now, to business."
Jaz knew what his definition of business was. Take care of problems as they come and be a nice, peaceful person, because there aren't enough of those around. She paused a minute. "Well, we can get to business, but one thing first. What's your name?" She asked the girl.

Xel was still looking outside when suddenly his heart started to beat harder and faster, Xel grabbed his chest, soon after he heard "Xel!" Xel stood up and looked around, once again he heard "Xel!", "Someones calling?" and looked at the rain "I know that voice, and its pretty away but I can make it there in time, seeing as when its raining, water even though its black and toxic is the best conductor for Electricity." Xel said, then dashes sending a massive electrical impulses through the falling raindrops, so he could travel through them dashing at a incredible speed. Xel appeared behind Viper with a thunder clap lightning could be seen coursing through his cloths "You know lightning travels at 270,000 miles per hour, or just 75 miles per second, I hate using this skill because my body get electrocuted in the process and it hurts; but I told you I'd come to your aid if you called me, you are lucky I might have not heard you if it wasn't for the rain." Xel said with a grin.

Alice focused her eyes on the miniature fly. Did the girl make that? Wow.. Maybe she was more talented than she though. A smile came into her face as she sensed the blondies discomfort. She was just as smart arsed as her. 

"I'm Alice." she stuck out her skinny hand. Her hand shook as she held it out, it trembled and showed just how damaged and Ill she was, she let it hang for a second then With a shaky laugh alice pulled her hand back behind her quickly. 

"so does blondie have a name?" she hid her worries behind her words. A cough escaped her lips and shook through her body, rocking her small frame.

Viper
Viper looked behind her slightly suprised but then realized that this must have been Xel. She smirked but silently cursed herself for making it quite obvious who was who.
"So this is your friend? Well, I guess that means your my friend to. Twins share everything right?"
She gave one of Alex's innocent smiled and helped her sister up, but putting her right beside her as if to show the resemblence of the two. She examined the boy and wondered what exactly a lightning boy could do that was dangerous.
"So how did you guys meet? Love at first site?"
She battered her eyes and smiled. She felt pain seep into her hand and pulled it away from Alex irritated.
"You give pain to your sister?"

Alexandria
Alex poured the pain into Viper until she let go, but she didn't seem very affected. She had experienced pain before, so maybe it didn't affect her as much. At least her ears felt better from the sound.
"Just giving it back."
She sneared, in a voice that sounded like Viper. She always tended to sound like her when she was angry or had any sort of negative feelings really.

The girl stuttered, as if she lacked the confidence and conviction her other persona had so much of. Though her appearance was still the same, everything about her was different. Her body language, her expressions; Skyright could even sense the Flow shift and change around her. E hadn't lied. She really did have a split personality.
Skyright could barely imagine what it was like for Caddie. To share a body with a murderer like E was something that no one could ever deserve. The poor girl had probably been through a lot; far more than anyone, especially someone her age should ever go through.
Skyright smiled, careful not to scare her, "My name is Skyright," He said gently, "I did meet E, but she didn't hurt me." He paused, and extended his hand. "If you'd like," He said, "I can help you. I can protect you from others, and protects others from E."
He knew his decision was hasty, but he was no less sure of his answer. Right now, helping Caddie was the right thing to do, and he always tried to do the right thing. Even in the face of Armageddon or even death itself, he would not compromise that.
He would never compromise it.
"I can heal you too," He said, "Just take my hand, and trust me. You don't have to be afraid. You never have to be afraid again."

"We met long ago, and offered my help to you sister, I am just a good friend of hers." Xel replied to Viper then looked at Alex, "Why did you call me? I doubt it was to see me, is something wrong?" Xel said with a soft tone. Xel took a step forward a small harmless wave of electricity passes along the ground slightly magnetizing the ground, his body was still overcharged, still emitting lightning as well, it was very hard to move with all the lightning withing his body so hes lightly pouring it to the ground. Xel then waited for a answer.

Ian walked into the square zone ,h is target was clear ,wipe out any force of threat
his targets name was xel, xel einstein.But ian did not know where to look.

The Xel kid had barely stopped in the clinic before he was gone again in a bolt of plasma. Armenius hadn't even had the time to give him a towel coated in potassium-iodine--a free radical neutralizer--or even thank him for that matter before he was gone again in the rain. The more he encountered this Xel figure, the more familiar he seemed. When Armenius was imprisoned at Equius along with all the other Gifted, he remembered the escalating danger level of the wards: blue, green, yellow, orange, red, black. Very, very few Gifted were 'in the Black' as the saying went. Black ward was the highest 'threat level', and even fewer knew of them. Yet Armenius knew of their collection of powers; mind control, spontaneous-oxidation, electro-kenisis, pyromancy and the like. Very dangerous powers if not controlled. Their powers were legendary, even amongst the other Gifted, and Armenius himself being a lowly 'blue' threat level, was in awe of the immensity of their skills. Armenius very much so suspected that Xel was one of 'the Blacks'.

Now Xel had run off again; Armenius knew why though, he heard the voices through the rain as well. Armenius stood in the entrance of the clinic, weighing his options. It was very unlikely that anyone else would be out there in the rain, so there was little danger to the clinic at this time. Plus, Xel would obviously be a powerful ally if he could be persuaded to help them further, maybe he and Armenius could even help to scour the area of the gangs that plagued the people; the gangs that were deaf to the death throes of a dying age, and continued to display something that humanity seemed to never forget: man's inhumanity towards man. So this cleansing, this...crusade could possibly be the first stage in laying the foundation for a new, better society.

I have to find him. Armenius thought. He shuffled through is pack and donned his rain-proof overcoat, being careful to sheath his weapons beneath the overcoat to protect them from the toxic downpour. Then, with one last look at Erica, Armenius was off. He walked in the direction where he heard the voices; they had to be close.

Caddie tilted her head, eying the form of Skyright with an expression of uncertainty. She clasped her bandaged hands together as she considered this, her desire for company warring with her nature skittishness.

"Well...E protects me...but ...sometimes I think she does way too much.." she replied hesitantly.
"It's often...not really..good what she does...I don't really want her to hurt people like that...I don't want to hurt anyone.."

She paused, before giving a timid smile and taking hold of the man's hand.
"..th-thank you..you seem...nice. Not many people are nice to me..."

Jace stared at Jaz. She stared right back at him and laughed. "I'm confuzzled right about now. Which blondie? 'Cause we're both blondies, 'cept it's harder to tell with me with my hair in a hat. But we don't even go by our annoying real names. Back to the point, I'm Jaz."
"Jace." Jace was back to his monosyllabic answers.
"And now let's go somewhere safe and fun so we can help you." Jaz smiled widely, and sincerely. "We're gonna go to the nest. It's our home, you could say."
We stood on either side of Alice and started walking towards the nest. More accurately, the dome. It was a giant dome hidden in its street where we put everything. Luckily for us, it was mostly voice recognition. Jaz was whistling some cheerful tune that made me feel like strangling her. I could tell that Alice needed a lot of help, and she was going to get a lot of help. Whether she wants it or not. Jaz in her mother hen mood is a force that most people would very much like to avoid meeting. But then, meeting Jaz in most moods is something people should avoid but don't avoid. But then, they can't exactly help it.

Viper
She sent a little twin message as hard as she could with her mind. She didn't know if it worked or if only telepaths could read thoughts so she thought,
'You tell him, I kill you both'
She knew that even if she coudn't, her sister thought she could.
"There was actually some gang that was here just a minute ago. They ran off though when they saw the rain starting to come"
She could care less about the rain. They were already mutated, what could toxic rain do but make them better? They could get sick, but she and her sister had high immune system and pain tolerance. Her more than her sister, because she had been hurt alot more at more...extreme levels.

Alex
Alex knew what Viper was thinking even if they couldn't read each other's minds. That was the thing about twins, they thought the same way, that's hw they had so called 'telepathy'. She looked over at Viper then back at Xel. Well, she didn't want him to die.
"Yeah, they had apparently seen me with you and they thought I was a bounty hunter or something."
Just a random lie that popped in her head. It seemed good enough, after all, if somebody could capture the whole Raven gang they had to be well known. She looked over at Viper and her eyes flashed at the word bounty hunter with a slight recognition and something else, but for ince she didn't even know what it was.

Alice stared wide eyed at the twins. Why the hell was Jaz so cheerful. It was the freakin apocalypse! Alice didn't smile a lot,  there was nothing to smile about.  She pushed her hair out of her face and quickly tucked it behind her ear. She envied the girl, she wish she had been in a situation where she could be happy and worry free. 

But Alice did worry, she worried about her rapidly degrading health. Even walking now she felt exhausted, like she couldn't go on. Alice was scared, although she tried to hide it. She was petrified something or someone would jump out at any moment. Alice didn't worry about dying, she wasn't really living anyway. She had tried to keep up with the gifted for to long. Alice worried about the twins lives, they had shown enough compassion to let her into there 'home' or nest or what ever and she didnt want to ruin there little piece of happiness they seem to have found. 

Alice had to move her legs faster to meet there stride and her muscles burned as they contracted and stretched her feet we're blistered and blood seeped from
the wounds.