Introduction
Children with powers and skills far beyond what was thought possible.
Too powerful an asset to be left alone, the government began tracking down, and capturing any of the Gifted as soon as they were born. After five years, the government successfully gathered almost 100% of the children into a secret facility known as "Equius". There, the children would be contained, and could be trained to run missions, or experimented on for research and development.
However, the existence of Equius was leaked, and riots broke out. Within weeks, the government collapsed, and anarchy reined. As a surviving human or one of the Gifted, you must struggle to survive in a world without order. Though the streets are run by different gangs and resistances, there is a prediction that a great leader would soon rise from the chaos to change the world.
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Sanctum Prime our primary setting
"Is a land of anarchy the same as a land of freedom?
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Skyright pressed his hands against the child's arm. His eyes closed in concentration. Slowly, the knife wound began to close. The girl shuddered slightly as the pain left her, and soon, she was no longer in danger of even bleeding to death. Within minutes, all that remained of the wound was a red stain on her shirt.
She looked up at Skyright, a little scared, but at the same time, grateful. Most human had at least heard of the Gifted, but few had ever actually seen one use their powers.
"Feel better?" Skyright helped her up, smiling slightly.
The girl nodded, "Thank you...."
Skyright pointed in the distance at a small, abandoned looking building.
"There's a shelter there that will take care of you." He said, "Please be careful."
She nodded, and quickly ran off.
Skyright sighed, "Good luck.....
Turning towards the inner sections of Sanctum Prime, he began walking, humming a slight tune as he went. It had been a while since he had last been to the inner parts of Sanctum Prime. Silently, he hoped he would be able to do some good like before.
There was still some way he could help, wasn't there?
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The artworks itself had begun to crop up around the place, all her handiwork, as a means of both keeping herself amused, and spreading a decent climate of fear around. There was next to no culture left anyway, and the soldier couldn't help put feel that they were very much works that represented the time rather well.
She sat on the exposed support beam of a low roof, her legs, wrapped in dirty, old looking bandages, hanging over the edge. They hung down from the bottom of her skirt, the wrappings reaching down to her feet. She didn't wear shoes, instead relying on the bandages to provide protection, something they seemed to be at least partially failing, as the soles were stained a dark red.
Displaying her characteristic jackal grin, she leaned forwards, surveying the bizarre work spread out beneath.
What it did have was a multitude of dead birds spread across the floor, wings spread out around them. Mixed in were a few rats, strays dogs and even a couple of foxes, arranged into concentric circles to create a grisly tableau.
At the centre was what was left of a man, a gang member by the colours, with a rusted water pipe stuffed through his mouth and down through the back of his neck.
E had yet to be asked why she had done it...not that she really felt the question required an answer. E was an entity that seemed to do as she wanted, even if it defied taste, logic or decency.
While in many ways she enjoyed the relative freedom this chaos allowed her...but at the same time, the very fact that she was allowed free reign implied that the gentler aspect of her personality wasn't happy...and unfortunately for her, E felt something of a responsibility to do something about that.
She paused, hearing footsteps. Someone wasn't too far off. E leapt from her perch and across to an overhang shadowing the next street. It sounded like someone was humming. It was not long until she homed in on the source of the noise, the form of Skyright.
E swung her legs over the parapet and sprang down to the ground, casting the bloodied pigeon feathers from her sleeves.
"I know that tune." she remarked.
"Or my other half knows it. Either. Or you can't hold notes at all."
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Alice didn't care, she hadn't seen a real person in forever. She ran up to him tempted to hug him. She stuck her tiny hand out instead.
"I'm Alice." her bell like voice rung high.
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"So how did you get this?" asked Armenius softly as he retrieved his cleaning kit of sanitized bandages from his sling bag.
"I-well...it's not that interesting, really." the young woman said and she inhaled sharply and tensed a little as Armenius began cleaning the wound.
"Oh? Come on don't be like that. Everybody has a story to tell." replied Armenius as he glanced up to look in the young woman's blue eyes and put on a warm, comforting smile. They held eye contact for a moment before the lady shyly smiled and looked away. Armenius finished cleaning the wound and put the cloth into his biohazard bag.
"Well, I'm a scrap salvager you see, so I'm around sharp metal, glass and what have you all day. I was climinb up a car stack when I slipped but I caught myself on a smashed car window and the broken glass cut me." she said as Armenius put away the cleaning kit and took a second to look around him.
The clinic was small, cramped and understaffed, every day Armenius saw Mother Helena--the matron of the clinic--she had dark bags under her green eyes from lack of sleep and stress. Jackson, another helping hand, rolled by pushing a shopping cart full of assorted boxes, cloths and bottles. His shoulders were slouched with fatigue and his back always ached from heavy lifting and hard work. Luckily for him, Mother Helena had been following in the footsteps of a masseuse before the Collapse and helped Jackson get the worst of the knots out.
The clinic itself was set up in the lobby of an office building. The stairwells had long since collapsed and with no power to the elevators, there was no real access to the upper floors. Mother Helena made due with the lobby, a few ground level rooms and one bathroom with no running water. And the patients, so many patients, every day. In Sanctum Prime this was one of the few true sanctuaries of humanity and peopled flocked to it. From what Armenius was told they saw everything here from rashes to radiation poisoning, scratches to knife slashes and more. Most of the people who were badly hurt didn't make it, but Mother Helena made sure they died comfortably an in the company of others. No one should ever die alone.
Returning to the young lady's hand, Armenius did a closer inspection. Her finger just needed bandaging, but her palm would need some sutures. Armenius gave a sigh; he had long since run out of tissue adhesive and had yet to find any more. Armenius reached for his suture kit and then balanced it on his right knee.
"Yeah, you gotta be careful around that stuff, can give you tetanus. Try to get yourself a pair of sturdy gloves." Armenius lectured as he opened the suture kit and gingerly picked out a crescent, aluminum traumatic needle and biovek suture. Then he looked into the lady's eyes again and with a sympathetic voice said, "So I have a confession to make. I'm out of painkiller. Now, your hand needs some stitches and I'm sorry to say that this is going to hurt a bit. So here, grab my thigh with your good and and bite down on this." he said as he produced a long, skinny object. It was a pencil sheathed in latex tubing that was chipped and torn in some places from where other patients had used it. Despite the grim implications, Armenius considered the tooth mark riddled thing like a service record. It reminded him of just how many people he had helped in his travels.
"Get a firm grip now. That's good. Now try to relax. If you tense up and jerk that hand away while I'm working on it, the sutures will rip your palm open. If it hurts so much that you feel like you're going to snatch away that hand, just bit down hard on that thing," Armenius instructed while gesturing at the pencil, "and clench my leg. Don't worry about hurting me, I'll be okay. Do you understand?"
The lady nodded in affirmation though Armenius could tell there was anxiety in her eyes.
"Good. This will be over quickly I promise." Armenius said as he cracked his knuckles and prepared his equipment.
"Ready?"
Again, a nod of affirmation.
"Okay then, look away or close your eyes."
the needle dug into the base of the lady's palm and Armenius felt her arm flex a little, felt the grip of her opposite hand tighten, but she held firm. The needle penetrated the other side of the open wound and Armenius closed it then tied tied off the suture. He moved on to the next one and again the woman clenched harder. She was strong, a scrap worker indeed. By the time Armenius finished the third suture the woman was visibly shaking.
"Almost there now, just two more to go." Armenius said as he began on the fourth suture. The woman whimpered a bit under her frantic breath and clenched ever harder, her face contorted in a mask of pain.
"There, all done. You are very strong." Armenius said as he tied off the fifth and final suture then released the woman's hand. Surprisingly she did not recoil her hand close to her body as the wounded are of want to do. Armenius put the suture kit away then tore open an alcohol swab and sanitized the wound. He then took a good strip of what he dubbed Hippo Wraps--in reference to the Hippocratic Oath. These bandages had been soaked in an iodine solution, left to dry, then coated in a mixture of chalk and capsaicin powder. The Hippo Wraps served to cover the wound, ward off infection and prevent itching and inflammation. In addition the capsaicin was analgesic, spreading a gentle warmth over the affected areas for a couple of hours. Armenius gently wrapped the woman's hand and index finger. Her breathing returned to normal and she stopped shaking. Once he was done and packed away his supplies he helped the woman to her feet and said, "Now, check this every couple of days, if it starts to turn black come on back and the clinic will he-"
Armenius was cut off mid-sentence as the woman lunged into him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her right cheek into his chest. "Thank you." she mumbled. This had happened to Armenius before with soldiers and civilians alike. There just seemed to be a visceral, natural inclination to want to physically cling to the one that was perceived as a rescuer. Sometimes it was completely expected. Other times it was a little abrupt and awkward, like this time. Still, Armenius thought as he patted the woman on the back while he stared at the crown of her dusty, ragged black hair, this is so much better than the times when they cry for their mothers while they bleed to death in your arms.
The woman finally relinquished her grip and thanked Armenius again. "You're welcome," he replied, "Now, go see Mother Helena at the table over there for something to eat and drink and remember, if that cut turn's black, you come right back here."
With that the woman was off to see Mother Helena and Armenius watched her for a second before collecting his thoughts and gear. He was going to be sad leaving this place, these people, maybe he could have made this his home. But duty calls and there were others out there who were worse off that needed his help. Tomorrow he would say his goodbyes and be gone, but until then Armenius was determined ot help as many more people as possible. He was about to move on to attend to the sick ward when a teenage boy barged through the main door, gasping for breath, his brow soaked with sweat.
"Ravens are coming!" the boy yelled in panic.
Armenius tensed at the thought. The Raven gang had always been a problem around here and it was only a matter of time before they came to extort the clinic for it's food and supplies...and perhaps even more. Armenius slung his rifle before him and switched the safety off his weapons. The Ravens had made a grave mistake this day. Had they just waited maybe a day they may have had their way, but that was not the case. While Armenius was here, the clinic was under his protection. This was his home, and no one else would take it from him.
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Ian
Im unstoppable
Jasper
"Jaz! Watch out! You're going to-"
Jasmine
"I am a very nice person. Really, you can ask Jace. Would you like to tell me the truth, or should I have throwing practice?"
Zane
"It is something of a beast"
Armenius "Vigil" Kol
"What good is a man's life if he does not use it to better the lives of others?"
Xel Stein
Bow down before me!
Sayaka Kuromi
Rima is your average girl. She is only shy in huge crowds.
Viper Wales
A prediction of a new leader? How exciting.
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Alexandria Wales
It's hard enough to survive as myself, how many enemies does Viper have?
Sayaka Kuromi
Rima is your average girl. She is only shy in huge crowds.
Jasmine
"I am a very nice person. Really, you can ask Jace. Would you like to tell me the truth, or should I have throwing practice?"
Skyright
"Words have the power. Power to instill good or evil, and in the end, power to change the world."
Ian
Im unstoppable
Zane
"It is something of a beast"
Jasper
"Jaz! Watch out! You're going to-"
Viper Wales
A prediction of a new leader? How exciting.
Xel Stein
Bow down before me!
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Xel Stein
Bow down before me!
Sayaka Kuromi
Rima is your average girl. She is only shy in huge crowds.
Skyright
"Words have the power. Power to instill good or evil, and in the end, power to change the world."
Armenius "Vigil" Kol
"What good is a man's life if he does not use it to better the lives of others?"
Jasmine
"I am a very nice person. Really, you can ask Jace. Would you like to tell me the truth, or should I have throwing practice?"
Alexandria Wales
It's hard enough to survive as myself, how many enemies does Viper have?
Viper Wales
A prediction of a new leader? How exciting.
Zane
"It is something of a beast"
Ian
Im unstoppable
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When my character, Armenius, was fighting the Raven 'leader', I meant just the leader of the group of Ravens he was leading at the time, not the leader of the gang itself. If I stepped on anyone's toes there, just let me know. I'll make such things more lucid in the future.