Damion Howard's Story

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Chapter 1
Out with the old in with the new

Ever since the N.O. came into existence there was people who stood against it. Those people are us. The resistance. We are running out of recruits. Most of our originals have left now only three remain. We need your help to bring down the N.O. You will need to use your powers. No matter what it is it will be useful to us. Are you in?

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Asahina Izumi
Ash stood with her back against the building. A few N.O. guards walked past. Ash didn't dare breath. The bags in her hands rustled slightly. She looked around the corner. The guards were past. She took of at immense speed for a girl her age. Ash had always been fast anyway. She spotted the old sweet shop and ran towards it. She stopped for a second and looked around to make sure that no one was watching. She ran into the shop. She moved behind the counter and pushed the desk. She ran her hands along the tiled surface until the texture changed. She pushed down and the hatch fell open. She put the bags in one hand and climbed down the metal ladder. It smelt dank and rusty. Then the greeting of a soft light came into view. She came to the bottom where a large hallway was. Most of the doors led to rooms two were just sitting rooms one was a kitchen and the rest were bedrooms or storage rooms. Ash pushed the kitchen door open and flicked on the light. It was early in the morning and all other recruits were in their rooms. She took the food out and hid the bags, she couldn't let anyone know she had been out on her own. Someone would probably yell at her. She began boiling and frying some eggs. She put the bacon and sausages on another pan. Ash being originally from Ireland was used to having soda and potato bread. None of the bread tasted the way that her Mom used to make it. So instead of getting it ready made she baked it herself.
The smell of a fry filled the air. Ash smiled to herself. She set the food on plates and laid them out on the table. She grabbed some food herself before she called the others. The food would be gone in minuets. She also took some extra food incase anyone was late. Ash walked to the kitchen door and shoved it open.
"Food!" she yelled at the top of her voice.
She was shoved back through the door as the recruits pushed to get the food. Ash lost her balance and fell back.
"Hey!" she yelled as she scrambled to her feet,"there's enough for everyone."
God, it's like they never had food in their life. Ash new they all wanted to get her potato bread. They all loved it. Ash had to admit it wasn't anything special. She took her food to a quiet corner of the room, so as not to be disturbed. They would be doing a mission in one of the boarding schools soon. There were a few of them going in. They were planning to bring a few kids back with them and at the same time getting information on the N.O's next move. If this went well she, and the other originals had prepared a concert. They had invited a few singers and bands that had managed to avoid the N.O. She had also been practising her drumming skills. She hoped she wouldn't have to sing. She could drum but not sing. She sighed and stood.
"As you know some of us are going out to a school this afternoon," she said," please try not to murder each other while we're gone."
She turned and left her plate at the sink and walked out heading to get her Katana. She also wanted a Kinjal blade and two Kukri's.

Mason Ishida
Mason waited patiently. He was told he was going to meet The One. Someone had obviously decided to radio The One. Mason was standing right outside the office. He could feel the radio waves and couldn't help listening to them.
"-use him as bait," he heard,"-just a boy, we r- shouldn't."
He could only catch some words. Then he heard a voice that sent a shiver running down his spine.
"He's useless, -going to do with him? He's go- himself killed eventually." Then it was cut off.
Mason immediately knew they were talking about him. They thought he was useless. No, he would prove them wrong and not get himself killed. He would do what they said and succeed.
He had to wait a while but then he was called in. He entered. The One was sitting at a desk.
"Mason," he said and Mason realised that this was the voice that he heard on the radio. The one who sad he was useless,"I have found out where the Resistance will next attack. I want you to go there and capture one of them. If you get into trouble your tracking device will lead us to you."
Mason nodded.
"Good," The One continued," you will be supplied with all the weapons you need. We will then send you to the school yet will attack." The One gestured for Mason to leave and that's what he did. Mason was led to the weapons room. He wouldn't fail this. He picked up an automatic bow and many arrows.
Then he headed to the school. He would capture one. One of the originals. He would prove that he was useful.

Damion Howard stared at the wall, the ear pieces ringing loud music into his brain as the resistance member thought over some things. He was one of the last original members of this resistance group... Not that he minded. After all, like music itself, everything changes with the sands of time. Metal would rust, waters slowly become polluted, etc. Not many people know it, but Damion loved to assess and analyze things carefully. They bring great knowledge and help reveal the truths of a situation. It's like revealing the beats of a drum as it gets, well, pounded on in a situation.

What Damion Howard was thinking about now was about The One. The One was just another person with powers, much like those in the resistance. However he was on the opposite side of this war, not the N.O.'s prisoner of war. Why would he do it? Why betray his own kind and not help settle things peacefully, like some did in the past? That way, any normal person can understand that people like Damion are still just human... Just with powers obtained without our conscious decision?

The pencil that was repeatedly tapping the table finally stopped, the lead already just flattened by all the impacts. "Maybe..." Damion ignored the rock song resounding within his ears, the realization coming to his head. His eyes widened at the idea that sprouted in his mind- the very thought surprising and angering him simultaneously. "No... That clever bastard." Damion whispered before he shook his head. No, I need to see if this is actually real. He thought. I need to look into different reasons first.

Damion turned his music player off, not even in the mood to listen to anything. Besides, the very excitement of this finding could fuel his powers. Excitement. That's what we need to be different. Now they had to throw it all away... Damion smirked. That was a double-edged sword the damn N.O. put up. The resistance member stretched a bit before exiting his room, wandering around the resistance base in order to check with a few of the new recruits.