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Luke Mann

It's not hacking if you're paid to do it.

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a character in “The Wicked Ones”, originally authored by partially-stars, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Y2K

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Name: Luke Mann

Nicknames: None, really. He uses the alias Y2K when he's hacking, but in reality he's just Luke.

Age: 19

Sexuality: Straight


Appearance:


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Luke doesn't look like much. If he was in a line-up, you wouldn't pick him out as the hacker. You wouldn't pick him out as any sort of criminal. He's tall for his age, being 6'2", but not much else about him stands out. Sure, he's got a nice smile and his eyes are pretty, but you could walk past him in the street and forget him a few seconds later. And that's exactly what he relies on. Because he's nothing remarkable, he's entirely forgettable.

He relies on anonymity and being forgettable. Even his clothes don't stand out. He just dresses to suit the weather and makes sure he doesn't wear anything weird or anything that could make him easier to identify.

With his dark hair and brown eyes, he's just like any other teenage boy. On the outside, at least.

He's always verging on too skinny. He eats like a horse but his metabolism means he never puts on much weight. He lost what little he had when he was sixteen and has never put it back on again. Like the stereotypical computer geek, he has little to no physical strength. That doesn't mean that he can't break your nose.

Personality:


In case you haven't gathered, Luke's a secretive person. He's the type of person you'd walk past and forget immediately- if you even noticed him in the first place. He makes a point of never starting a conversation, and of participating in one as little as he can without being blatantly rude. It is his aim in life to be noticed as little as possible.

A professional may say that his desire to be invisible is why he hacks instead of any other form of crime. The truth is that he wants to be invisible because he is a hacker. Invisible people are much harder to catch, and hackers are pretty difficult to catch anyway.

If you can manage to get close to him, you'll learn exactly how slow he is to trust. You have be practically family for him to fully trust you. The closer you are, the more he trusts you. However, he lets very few people get close.

To most, he comes across as cold. His manners are impeccable, he's chivalrous, but he doesn't willingly engage in any social interaction. He's the type to thank the waitress, but not to engage in conversation with her. Sometimes, if he's engrossed in what he's doing, he can not notice someone speaking to him.

If he considers you a friend, you see that he's actually quite friendly. He's extremely honest, to the point where it's almost a fault. His immense intelligence becomes evident when he speaks, but he tries pretty hard not to be patronising. He's extremely protective over the few he considers friends.

However, if he doesn't like you, you'll know. He can be extremely cold, and always has a smart answer on his tongue. He can also get physically violent if he feels threatened or if someone he loves is threatened. The fact that he finds it difficult to open up means he's got a vicious temper.

It's necessary to point out that Luke generally doesn't like people. He puts up with them, but would much rather be on his laptop.

He hacks for fun, messing with high-profile websites. However, he also occasionally does hacking for companies, testing their security systems and anti-virus systems and the like. This free-lance work is what he lives on, but he holds a decent reputation and usually has enough to get by.

Likes:
Coffee
Technology
Coffee shops
Security
Heights
Going fast
Freedom
Having somewhere warm and dry to sleep


Dislikes:
People who are jerks
Water- he learned to swim, but when he was being bullied, they held his head under the water and wouldn't let him up.
Rubbish coffee
Being frightened
Being anxious
Police interrogation rooms
Police in general
Hospitals


Power:

Luke is a technopath. He can control technology at will. He can also hack into various systems at will. He's fluent in just about every computer language, from HTML to Python to C++. Anything that is considered technology is within his control. His "range" is a five metre radius around him. However, he can broaden his range through his laptop and what he can do through his laptop is much greater than through his mind alone.

Skills:

Obviously, he's skilled with computers. He's also extremely smart. He's used to hardship and anything more than that is good. He's fast with a decent amount of stamina. He's also damn hard to catch, both as a hacker and in general. He's a decent chef. While he doesn't look much, when he was on the streets, he had to learn to fight so his laptop wouldn't get taken. His aim is pretty good.

Flaws:

He's extremely slow to trust. He finds it next to impossible to sleep unless he's certain he's safe. Put him in a room that's empty of technology and duct tape his hands and he's powerless. He refuses to persevere anything if he thinks it's useless. He can't understand a lot of accents, ranging from Texan to Australian. He loses his temper extremely easily with anyone he doesn't like. He gets too absorbed in his work and becomes dead to the world.

History:


Luke was the only child of a wealthy businessman and his socialite wife. His manners were drilled into him from a young age. He was put in the best private schools, because his family could afford them. His parents never really paid much attention to him, and didn't exactly notice that he wasn't bringing home friends from school, or the fact that he avoided talking about school as much as was possible. The other kids didn't like him. He was a little too nice and not good enough at sports. It started out with just a few pushes, name calling and the like. However, before long, he was getting physically beaten up. About the same time the beatings started, his power became fully evident.

It started small, noticing he could control different things. Then, when computers came more commonplace, he discovered he had an influence on them. And as technology developed, so did his power.

By the age of twelve, he was able to manipulate computers in a way that even trained computer scientists struggled to. When he was twelve, he fought back for the first time. They stopped beating him up and instead isolated him, spreading rumours. All of the people he used to call his friends disowned him. And so, he started hacking, hoping to distract himself. It worked. At first, he struggled to even change the colour of a web page using his mind. But as he gained more practice and grew older, he found himself able to do more and more.

He got a top of the range laptop for his fourteenth birthday- and then there was no stopping him. He wreaked more and more chaos until he was sixteen. Then he hacked the wrong site and it was traced back to him. He was arrested. The police agreed to forget about his crimes if he done a job for them. He did it and was released. But when he got home, his parents had changed the locks and left his suitcase outside.They didn't want a criminal for a son.

He went to live with a friend for a year. Around this time, he started hacking as Y2K. He lasted the year before his roommate found out that he was hacking. He was given an ultimatum- get out or go to the police.

Luke was forced to the streets, scavenging a living any way he could with only his laptop. He lived on the streets for a year. He was on the verge of selling his laptop, his only possession and the key to his power, when he fixed someone's laptop in a cafe.They offered him some freelance work.They were so impressed by his work that they recommended him to a friend, who recommended him to another friend, and so on.

And Luke was back on his feet.

However, he was much slower to trust anyone and he hadn't forgiven anyone for turning a blind eye. Even other people like him had ignored him on learning what he was and had shoved him away.

A few months ago, he hacked into a government page as Y2K. The police can't conclude that he is Y2K, but they have their suspicions. They more desperately searching for any proof that he is.

Luke was approached a short while ago about joining the Wicked. He declined at first, preferring to work by himself. However, as the heat is being turned up by the police, he's decided to find them and see if they'll take him on.

Other: He owns the top of the range MacBook Pro. He's made a few modifications to the software, allowing for the best performance and preventing any work he does from being traced back to him.

So begins...

Luke Mann's Story

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"I had no problem getting into your system and accessing your files. It was only marginally more difficult to change them." Luke read the concern on the man's face in front of him. Inwardly, he smiled at the man's concern for his files. Oh, if Luke wanted to mess around with their system, altered files were the least of their worries. "Don't worry, I didn't change anything. I think it's necessary to point out that this was all from a remote laptop that was just connected to the WiFi service you offer. Because it's the same connection as the one you use for your own computers. I'd recommend setting up an open network for visitors and a password-protected network for employees. It will offer a little more in the way of protection." Luke took in the blank expression of the man who sat in front him and resisted the temptation to bang his head off the desk. He had asked to speak to someone in the IT department, but they'd insisted on him speaking to this moron who clearly had no idea what Luke was saying. And he was using basic terms. "Your anti-virus and firewall are good. I found it difficult to embed a virus into your files and when I did, the anti-virus flagged and isolated it immediately. I removed all traces of it, don't worry. However, you, ah, already had a virus in several parts of your network. I was unable to do anything about them, so I'd get them sorted as soon as you can." The temptation to bang his head off the table was growing stronger by the minute. "Have you any idea what I'm talking about?" He asked, running a hand down his face. The man in front of him only hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "Do you have someone in this company who would know what I'm talking about?" A slightly longer pause, before the man nodded. "Debra in IT-" Luke glanced at the clock above his head. "I haven't got time to meet with her now. If you could give me her email address, and I'll email a report to her." The man nodded, and scribbled the address on a slip of paper, before sliding it across the table to Luke, who slid it into his pocket. "Thank you very much, Mr Mann." He handed Luke a cheque, before shaking his hand. Luke avoided the temptation to recoil from the physical contact. "If you have any other requests, you've got my contact details." Luke said as he stood, sliding his laptop into his backpack and closing the bag.

He felt conspicuously out of place. He was wearing a black military style jacket, a white t-shirt and black jeans, and he knew he looked out of place in the office filled with shirts and ties and skirts and heels. He left the building as quickly as he could. As soon as he hit the street, he headed for the outlet mall where he'd been told to meet the Witch of the Wicked Ones. Well, he hadn't been told. He'd received a message to. As he trudged along in the rain, he deeply regretted not wearing a hoodie. The rain was falling pretty heavily, and it didn't take long for his hair to get soaked and hang in his face. He stopped only briefly to get a latte from a Starbucks he passed. He needed the warmth and the coffee in the office he'd been in had been thin and, frankly, awful. The rain had lightened by the time he emerged, sipping from the hot paper cup.

Entering the outlet mall was like hitting a wall of heat. It wasn't unappreciated. His hair was nearly dry by the time he reached the food court. His jacket was still a little damp, but he left it on. The music was awful. Some rapper boasted about wearing your grandad's clothes and looking incredible. He rolled his eyes and pulled his headphones from his pocket, plugging them into his phones and sliding one bud into his ear. He pressed play and the intro of Have Faith in Me made him smile. He rested against a pillar, looking around the food court for the so-called Witch.

As he scanned, more than one person stood out to him, giving him chills down his spine. They were probably like him. Without warning, he whirled around, grabbing a guy who was trying to pick-pocket his bag by the wrist. "Don't even think about it. Now get out of here." He released the wrist and shoved him away, turning back to his search. His eyes landed on a blonde woman, lying with her feet up on a chair beside her and a brown haired guy sitting across from her. Both gave him chills like the rain was still running down his neck, and he knew that they could very well be what he was searching for.

He decided not to be the first to approach. While his instincts were telling him that there was something strange about them, he wasn't going to risk embarrassing himself.

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Grant glanced up at Mercy as she spoke. She never seemed to like him very much, but he never really had a problem with her. To him, it was more of an "agree to disagree" type of situation, and he figured he may as well get along with his "coworkers".

"Yeah, I left. Like more than a week ago. Glad to know that you missed me so dearly." He said, in a teasing manner.

Grant had been noting a pattern that had recently started; since he has the ability to tell when someone is looking at him, he had noticed when the two perhaps soon to be recruits had been eyeing the group. He didn't think much of it, people just looking around sets him off, but two people (three, once Mercy came into view) in particular kept looking over at them, and sometimes held their gaze for a while.

Without looking up at them or otherwise drawing attention, Grant commented, "Just so you guys know, that tall kid and that...hobo keep looking over at us."

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After sitting there for a few hours, Sam had finally to get bored. In the lightly populated food court, the sounds of chair scratching the stone floor as people came and left, men and woman laughing and enjoying themselves filled the air. Sam had started to drift off while hanging her head off the back of the chair. But from the light jumble of noises, Same could make out the strong footsteps of someone walking towards her.

"Grant..." She stated as she opened her eyes to see tall, and handsome (How could she deny he was?) Latino-looking man walking towards her. She lightly smiled as she sat up straight in her chair, turning herself around in her chair to face him.

"Any reason in particular you're hanging out in a shitty food court in an even shittier outlet mall?" He asked her "Or is this what you do for kicks nowadays?"

Smiling lightly to herself, Sam watched as Grant pulled up a chair next to her. In response, she rested her head into her hand and stated: "You, of all people McGarth, should know not to question my motives." She sighed as she resumed her first position, with her hair over the back of the chair. "We can't use are normal meeting spots because the parking lot outside of Dick's got busted by those thugs, the building behind Walmart got smashed by that Hulker. And now, were hear..." She stated with a stroke of distance in her voice. "Besides. If we try to meed someone reclusive, the cops will totally shake us down and catch us for being gangbangers... Its important that we just look like another group of kids hanging out at the mall... Blending in plain sight."

Grant had been someone that Sam had known for a long time, years in fact. While she was always very stern with him, there was no doubt in her mind that he was one of the hardest working ones in the group. He was also one of the nicest, and handsomest, men you could meet. What? There was no getting around it. Grand McGarth was a handsome man... A man whom Same had had a few "sweet dreams" about him... He had been his good friend, good coworker, and good man for as long as she had known him.

While she hung her head over the chair, she heard a very familiar voice to the side of her.

“McGrath...” She could hear Mercy say. Good. She thought to herself. All 3 of us are here... Now we wait. She knew that, without a doubt, the new recruits would be coming in any second. Even in Los Angeles, the "Capital of Freaks" it was uncommon for someone to just walk around in a gasmask, with bright neon green hair.

Mercy. One of Sam's best friends. Typically, Sam never god close to any of her coworkers... but Mercy was different. Mercy was one of the first to join up with the Wicked Ones, and was the only one of the group to be older than Sam. Mercy had been Sam's good friend for years. In fact, she had been the only friend Sam couldn't remember meeting it was so long ago. But, something deeper had connected them. Mercy had been the only people to ever see Sam's gift, and live to talk about it. Chuckling a little, Sam sat back up in her chair and smiled at the familiar face, or mask, of her old friend.

"Mercy. She said with an open smile towards her fellow freak, "Its nice to see you out and about. Now, it was clear things were going to pick up. Her little two hour long nap was over, and it was time for her to get ready for business.

Finally feeling the need to, Sam stood up and looked around the court. While there were only a few, between 20-30, people in the place, anyone could be a recruit. After a quick 360 scan around the crowd, she spotted a few people that looked especially... interesting. Slowly raising her hand, Sam brought her hand to her mouth, putting both her first finger and thumb in her mouth. Taking in a deep breath, Sam bit into her fingers to let out a sharp, loud, and high-pitched whistle.

She knew that everyone in the court would hear it, but only a few would know what it meant...


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Luke felt eyes on his, and lifted them from the ground. The guy in the leather coat had noticed him, and as he stared back at him, the man said something to the woman. A girl wearing what looked lie a gas mask approached the two, and a small smile lifted one corner of Luke's mouth. She was definitely one of them. The shivers running down his spine only confirmed that. He caught sight of a rough looking guy who gave him the same chills, and a guy with dark hair and a blank expression had the same effect.

He looked down at his phone momentarily to pause the music, before he rolled up the headphones and shoved the whole bundle into the pocket of his jeans. He watched as the blonde woman got to her feet and let out a sharp whistle. He had been right. She was the Witch.

He rolled his eyes, before straightening and walking towards her. He would have much preferred somebody else to start it, but it looked like she wanted all of their attention, and now.

He hated social interaction. He intended on minimizing the amount of talking he had to do, so he could get the whole ordeal over and done with as fast as he could. He didn't particularly care about eliminating all the evil in the world or whatever it was that they claimed to do. He just figured that there was strength in numbers and that they could offer him some protection from the police. He'd messed around with their website, and now they were after Y2K with a vengeance.

"Good morning, ladies, gentleman, I'm Luke Mann." He said with a smile. His manners had been drummed into him to the extent that people didn't get the impression that he hated speaking with them as soon as he opened his mouth. It took a few minutes of conversation for them to realize that.

"So, you requested my presence here?" He spoke brightly, his mind hoping that they'd watch his back and that the little sneak of a pickpocket wouldn't-

"Excuse me." He spun around to face the kid. It was a different one this time, who stared at Luke with terror. He'd probably been dared, but Luke didn't really care. "Don't you dare. Tell your friends that it's harder than they think. Now beat it!" He snapped, and the kid ran away.

He'd had enough experience of dealing with pickpockets when he'd been on the streets. And his backpack with his laptop was his most prized possession, so there was no way in hell he was letting anything happen to it.

"I do apologize. Unfortunately, trainee pickpockets seem drawn to my backpack and laptop." He said as he turned around, swinging it down from his shoulder and sitting it on his table beside him, keeping his hand on it.

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Eureka Mino
Eureka walked through the mall. Dressed all tight in black clothes, red hair and bright blue eyes, she was certainly a head turner. Her tight leather jacket kept her warm but not roasting. She could take higher temperatures than most people. Her leather leggings rubbed agents her legs. It didn't hurt but it was slightly agitating. As she walked the faint clip clop of her long black boots could be heard. Oh, and her katana may have made her stand out as well. She wondered where the security was. You normally don't let an armed girl wearing all black walk through the mall. A few people seemed to start to try and stop her but then they must have thought better as they stopped about three metered before they reached her. She knew people were watching but she kept her head held high like she owned the world as she strolled to the food court.

As she entered the food court she spotted two security guards who seemed to be interested in something other than her. First she wanted a cup of tea. She had lives in England for a few years of her life. Maybe the first eight or nine. For as long as he could remember she had loved tea. Tea in America wasn't as good as shops old cup of British tea. She walked over to a coffee stand and asked for a half full cup and what looked like German biscuits. The girl at the counter handed her the biscuit nervously as another older woman made the tea. The one making the tea kept looking over her shoulder at Eureka. As Eureka waited she picked the cherry of the top of her biscuit and put it in her mouth. The woman handed her tea and Eureka gave the money.
"Keep the change," she said not looking up from her tea.
She stepped to the side and poured the milk in so it was about a centimetre from the top. She opens four sugar packets and poured them all in, grabbed one of them stirring things, stirred it and walked of sipping her tea, and every now and then nibbling her biscuit.
Eureka looked around and spotted green hair. She immediately knew who that was. Eureka shoved the rest of the biscuit in her mouth and walked over. When she reached the table there she set her cup down and pulled up a chair. She recognised a few of them but some she had forgotten. She nodded to Mercy, Sam and Grant. The other two she didn't know. She took a sip of her tea again and glanced back at the guards who were eyeing her nervously.
"We had better make this quick, I don't think I'll be here any longer," she murmured," so what's up with the freak show?"
That was the first thing that had popped into her head. Why was she here.
She didn't mean to put it in a insulting way. Then again everyone here was in fact a freak. She took another sip of her sugar filled tea.

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A hooded figure leaned back in the latticed chair, the thin strips of metal giving off a cooling sensation that even seeped through the backing of the cloak. There, tucked far into the shadowy corner of the food court, the mysterious figure awaited for something or someone. In an attempt to drown out the white noise that almost always was prevalent at the mall, the young woman turned to the entertainment of the mind. He’s...late resonated the monotonic voice within Void’s mind, an underlying sense of annoyance almost tangible. Peering slightly upwards from brim of the hood, the Other kept her cerulean-hued gaze trained on group of The Wicked Ones....particularly on the one pinpointed as the Leader. Whereas most who have looked upon the super-powered beings held wariness reflected in their orbs, Void’s held a disarray of emotions.. hate, disgust, curiosity and so many more.


It was at this time that a lumbering man had yanked the embodiment of mystery from her thoughts. ”Sup, Boss.. I’m here.”. Judging by his appearance, this Other was far into his mid 20s.. it was quite evident on what his power was as the brute came waltzing up to the hooded girl. Glancing over at the new arrival, the first thing Void had noticed about him was not the bulging muscles that decorated his uppermans.. no no, it was the two platinum haired bimbos that his arms were hooked around at the waist. Crossing her clothed arms over and under her bust, the leader of the Others spoke out, the tone icily clipped. ”You’re late.”. Choosing to ignore the underling’s hasty explanation on his tardiness, Void merely said ”You know what to do.”, before retraining her intense gaze onto the huddled group.


”You got it, Boss. I’ll have them wiped out in an instance!” rang out his cocky voice, confidence seeping in every syllable. Suddenly, the mountain of a man picked up the nearest table before letting out a small shout of power. As if it held the weight of a pencil, the Other thrusted the plastic-encased metal into a nearby wall. Void, not even having to glance over, knew that the poor object had lodged itself deep into the next room and judging by the screams, almost killed someone. Hm.. at least they weren’t lying about his strength mused the appraising thoughts as the super-powered human rushed forward, barrelling through the tables with ease. ”But he won’t last long.” came her whisper, a malicious tone quite apparent. Those incredibly blue orbs took on a hard glint seeing her minion finally reach the Wicked Ones, fists out and ready to fight.

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Samantha


A month. A whole month of planing. A whole month of planing, placing hints throughout the streets of downtown L.A., making a maze for those with the skill to solve it could do so... for two people. Well, there could have been no one... Sam thought to herself as she tilted her head to the two boys in front of her: A small queer looking boy about the age of 15, and what looked like a homeless junky...

But, much to her surprise, Eureka had shown up. Recruiting had never really been her thing... since she had a very nasty habit of setting people on fire. While Sam didn't exactly know Eureka that well, she knew that she was a very bright girl... but again, had a bad habit of setting things ablaze for looking at her wrong.

"Luke... Mann?" Sam asked in curiosity of the name. She couldn't help but chuckle a little as she sat back down in her chair across from the boy, looking over his small little frame. "So far, the only thing 'freaky' about you, kid, is the fact your running around in downtown L.A. with a 900-dollar laptop, and a 600-dollar tablet..." Again she couldn't help but laugh at the fact the kid was walking around on pavement worth less than what he was carrying. "You're lucky you haven't been rapped by a band of thugs yet, such a cute boy like you."

Sighing to herself, The Witch leaned back in her chair, looking over to the very tall homeless-looking man a few feet back. From what she could see, he looked like someone that was interesting to her. Hey... Big tall and handsome. she said taking her sunglasses off of her head, putting them on the table next to her so she could get a better look at him. Don't be shy. Come on up, I don't bite..." For some reason or another, Sam was feeling especially witty today. "Well, I wont bite you. But Eureka here could set you on fire, or our Mercy here... she said pointing back to the gasmasked girl behind her "... Could cough on you and give you stage-four lung cancer." Again, she pointed behind herself to the tall Latino man behind her. "Or Grant here could beat you down in under a minute. But I won't bite. Promise." She said with a little laugh to herself.

"Pull up a slice of chair." She said reaching around behind her, grabbing the chair nearest to her, and putting it in front of her to give the man somewhere to sit. "Were going to talk about you. Why you're here, what you want, and what you can do." Though no one around her would believe it right now, Sam was typically a polite and genuine person who took great interest in peoples gifts. But when recruiting, it was her job -and the job of everyone else with her- to be a hard-ass. Her job was to get inside the mind of the recruit, and find their weaknesses.

"So, out with it. Give me a story-" With a loud crash from behind the group, much like a car running into a chain-linked fence, Sam was cut off from finishing. Twisting herself around she was met with the image of a massive, slab of meat and muscle booking it towards them at top speed. Crashing through table after table, throwing people out of the way left and right, a massive hulking thug. A massive ball of pure muscle, stacked atop more and more muscle...

Fuck...

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Things were going well. Sam had already started testing the recruitment members. Though it was quite weird to do it here, Leo never really questioned it. She had a lot of ways to testing someone. Doing it here just means that she wanted a new scene, or that the previous meeting spots were all somehow occupied, forcing her to move to here. That would explain why she had everyone gather here. [Not that I don't mind...] Leo thought to himself as he kept observing from above. He was also tested when he joined, although he brought to a nearby camp when he was found unconscious. Really, The Witch is nothing but a dictator. Even though she knew that Leo was mentally scarred, she still went and dug up his past. [Sam really did me that time... I don't want to go through that again... Let's see how the newcomers react.]

Swush.

An object flew past. A table, to be exact. And it didn't end well. The table flew all the way to the other side of the food court, crashing onto the wall. Luckily, no one was hurt or injured, but the shock was quite intensifying. Customers started rushing out the court in a panic, some pushing others just so they can escape first, while the security officers were trying their best to calm the riot. Leo as still observing on top with his body still sitting there, staring at the table lifelessly. The thrower, a huge bulky man with nothing but more muscles stacked onto each other, charged at the group. Leo quickly rushed his way back to his body, fearing every moment that his friends might be attacked by this huge monster and end up having severe injuries. Mercy can't really handle attacks that much, but on the other hand, Grant was strong too. He could have just dodged right into her and bring them both out of the way, and Sam can just use whatever her gift is to escape, or probably some other way. The problem now is that how will the newcomers react to this. Surely they had never saw, let alone encounter an Other. [Dammit, quickly! I've gotta get back to my body!]

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“Yeah, I left. Like more than a week ago.”

Mercy rolled her eyes, trying hard not to follow through with the urge that told her to remark on the exaggeration in those words. McGrath could never be too long gone for her, it'd take a miracle – No, the proper alignment of planets that cast some kind of mystical space radiation bollocks on her to miss him.

“Glad to know that you missed me so dearly.”

A single raised eyebrow projected itself at the man. “I missed you, all right.” Crossed arms pressed against Mercy's chest, a smirk creeping up behind her trademark gasmask.

“As much as I miss my pet gopher who thought the television cable was an unusually thick wisp of spaghetti.”

Whether it was a simple remark, or an honest attempt to infuriate her – Mercy gave McGrath the evil eye just the same. How dare he assume she missed him?

Ass.

Letting out an annoyance-filled groan, the young woman averted her eyes from the one person who always managed downgrade her mood to amazingly not good, and instead turned to the figure – Or figures, approaching the group of freaks.

While Sam took it upon herself to talk – more like aggravate, Mercy kept it to a simple “Yo.” As said figures had joined them, observing closely as she remained silent.

The young one, the one with the gadget-fetish, he didn't really appear a mutant at first glance – But from the way he casually approached the group and didn't start shouting, it certainly was obvious. Mercy envied that at times, to know that, despite having some form of power, they could still walk around in public without being stapled an abomination. Unlike the other arrival.

Turning to the monstrously tall, lanky man – Wait, was that even a person? Okay, she had to give one to McGrath for actually naming something correctly. He – It definitely looked like a hobo who crawled out from some dark alleyway.

Mercy blinked, mentally scowling at herself for judging the man so harshly. Who was she to judge from first glance?

What really bugs me, is why be that obvious?

Mercy could get all the staring she wanted with her garment, but this man would beat her at that game without a single drop of sweat.

Again, the woman nodded. This man had peaked her interest. Whether or not they'd be part of the same group, Mercy definitely had a few questions about him that she wanted answered.

“...Or our Mercy here could cough on you and give you stage-four lung cancer.”

Seemed The Witch was on a roll with revealing everyone's abilities. “Sammy, dear.” Mercy leaned back on her chair, whipping her head at the proud Wicked Ones leader and giving a single, annoyed look. “Don't scare the newbies with that talk, please? You want them to join, not regret ever meeting us.”

The woman let out a muffled chuckle from underneath her mask, despite her actual thoughts on Sam and her 'sudden' outbursts to reveal every single detail about everyone ever. Not that she was bitter about it, she just never thought it did well to talk openly about a power that, to be entirely honest, put Mercy closer to those the Wicks hunted for – Than placing her with, well, the group she had ended up joining.

Finally after much bantering, Sam began the official 'talk' – Which meant that those who wre here to join had to tell their little tale of epics and... not epics.

Mercy didn't get a chance, nor did anyone, to hear such tales, though. Their meeting was rudely interrupted when someone thought it necessary to crash a table into the nearest wall, then stampede over everything like a bull who had just seen a red-coloured flag.

Mercy glanced at Sam, noting that their leader had noticed the steroid-filled muscle-mass rushing for them.

“Oh boy... Here we go again.” The woman muttered, leaping away from the inevitable crash that was about to happen.

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Grant leaned back in his chair as The Witch talked to the people that had gathered. Were they meant to meet there? He hadn't gotten the memo. Then again, he had been a state over. He sort of spaced off for a moment, before snapping back to reality when he heard his name.

Or Grant here could beat you down in under a minute. But I won't bite. Promise." He smirked a bit as Sam hyped the group up. Actually, in truth, what she was saying was true. Eureka could set them on fire if she so felt, and no one would be happy if Mercy took her mask off. And himself, not having a power he could use offensively, had trained in Krav Maga for years, so he probably wouldn't having trouble beating down one of the new guys. Additionally, as far as he knew, Sam didn't tend to bite people.

Grant began to listen intently to hear of these new people and what kind of abilities they possessed. Unfortunately, he never got the chance to hear about these people and their stories, since a muscle-bound madman shot a table their direction, which slammed loudly into a wall.

Standing up and turning around, his eyes met with those of a hulking man (who he assumed could only be an Otherkind) rushing towards them at top speed. Acting a bit impulsively, Grant took a few strides off to the side, drawing his pistol. He couldn't get a clear shot, but fired one off anyhow, hitting the man in the side.

"Hey, Gulliver!" He screamed at him, hoping to distract him away from the main group.

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Eureka took a sip of her tea. She listened to the others talk and allowed herself a small smile. She looked at the newbies. They looked so innocent and confused. She clicked her fingers and a spark appeared, she caught it and made it grow bigger to a fireball. She stood, to make herself look more intimidating. She turned to the newbies.
"Just to make this clear, unless you have a wish to be fried, you will not talk to me, look at me, annoy me or get in my way. Got it?" she smiled sweetly the picked up her tea. She was about to sit down again then she heard a crash. She whirled to see a giant of a man. Se looked to Sam.
"Attack it?" She asked but before Sam had a chance to answer Eureka was already sprinting towards the Other. She still was holding the fireball. When she was close enough she pushed her hand out. Not necessarily throwing it but just pushing it away. It soared through the air but before it reached the Other the sprinklers came on. No one she knew had the power to do that. Except maybe Sam, she didn't know what power she had. She assumed it was one of the newbies because Sam would know that this wouldn't help her.
She let out an angry yell.
"Whoever did that will burn when I'm finished!" She yelled in fury.
I'm going to murder whoever did that, she thought as she grabbed her katana of her back. She swung it twice and walked towards the Other. She made the blade of the sword heat until it was a pale red. Her katana was made of a certain metal that could take extreme heat. She walked slowly towards the Other.
"Hey! Big, Fat and ugly!" Eureka called,"Sorry I can't burn you, but will you settle for me slicing you to pieces."
She smiled. Eureka always thought if she could kill all the others it would make up for her uncles death.
She swung her katana at the Other. It sliced his right arm deep but not enough to seriously injure it. She made a jab towards its stomach and smiled as it stopped. She tried to pull it back but couldn't. She looked up and saw that the Other had caught it. He seemed to be taking the heat of her katana but he looked like he was in pain. She growled then yelped as he threw a punch at her. She dropped low still holding her katana and pulled herself under the punch. In return she got a kick that sent her flying.
She fell flat on her face busting her lip. She heard heavy footsteps coming towards her. She waited until she could see him out of the corner of her eye. He raised her katana and brought it down. Eureka quickly rolled to the side as the sword hit the ground where she would have been. She grabbed her katana and made it incredibly hot. The Other bellowed in pain and let go.
"Turn off the fucking sprinklers!" Eureka yelled in fury as she jumped back her white hot katana in her hand and waited for its next attack. Suddenly the sprinklers stopped Eureka grinned.
"'Mon big guy, lets see you burn," she laughed and began hurdling fireballs. She couldn't see the Other because of the smoke but she knew that her little game wouldn't be easy to live through. Grinning she put her katana back in its sheath. She turned just as the smoke cleared. She was about to say something but a fist emerged and sent her straight into the wall.
For Gods sake. What is up with this guy? she thought.
Groaning, Eureka rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up into a sitting position. She wiped the blood from her bust lip and scrambles to her feet still clutching her katana tightly.

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The hooded figure merely gazed on from the shadows, a twisted glee reflecting within those cerulean gradient orbs. ”Hmph... he’s doing better than I thought..” mused the shadow-ess, the quiet murmur holding an appraisingly malicious quality to it. As Void’s nonchalant gaze tracked the movement of the ongoing struggle, a soft sigh escaped it’s confines, portraying the lost of interest. This..has gotten boring.. resonated the listless thoughts as the hulking man threw, yet again, another table. Uncrossing her alabaster-tinted legs, the young leader of the Others shifted in the latticed chair as the feeling of uncomfort began to make itself known. After a few seconds of shuffling, Void finally found a position that was deemed to be satisfactory; leaning into the chair’s backing, her knee-high clad boots resting on the food court tabletop.


However, only a few seconds had passed before that temporary happiness was shattered. The scrawny new-comer, the technopath, had apparently set off the sprinkler system.. drenching Void. It had taken a few moments for the shadow controller to fully register what had happened... and being pissed off was describing her emotions in a very, very light manner. Suddenly, the hooded figure’s head snapped up in an inhuman reaction, fury clearly shining in those chilling eyes. However... the left eye of the mesmerizing pair was covered in a shockingly brilliant blue “flame”. Abruptly, Void’s gloved hand shot out to hover above the tabletop, it’s palm facing downwards. Gradually, the shadow manipulator brought her clothed fingers into a fist, not a single shred of mercy present in her being. ”You idiot.” came her hissing words, hateful spite dripping from every syllable.


The giant of a man suddenly collapsed to his knees, his splayed hand wrapping around the tree trunk of a neck. Almost as if he was being controlled (more like his shadow was), the Other began to squeeze ever so slightly. As every second ticked away, the man was being forced to tighten his very own digits around the most vulnerable part of one’s body; the throat. Already, signs of blue were creeping their way towards the upper portion of his nape, those chocolate brown eyes watering at the lack of oxygen. Finally, he managed to choke out, despite the insufficient amount of the precious element. ”B...bo..boss...i’...i’m..s-..sor..sorry!”. Suddenly, his traitorous hand was released in sync as Void unclenched her own fist. There, on all fours, the Other remained, gasping as he greedily swallowed the air.

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~Antony Tangent~


Antony was beginning to understand something about this group that he had come in search of for the past fer weeks. It was one thing to be sure of yourself, but it was a totally different thing to know of you group and not be surprised of strange new faces.

The Witch who was more commonly known by the others as Sam was more of an outspoken leader and that was what Antony picked up on the moment he saw her. Her manner of speaking to others and openly speaking of the other members was what she was all too willing to do it seemed and she was confident in their abilities.He took one look at the man that called him a hobo and knew where the man was coming from, but the man didn't seem like much to the naked eye. He possessed more of a streetwise smart ass look then anything else and it was obvious that he was basing this analogy off his own idea of judgement.
His eyes almost instantly took to the attention of the neon green haired girl sitting near Sam, Mercy being her name. She was looking at him for more then a few moments and it was easy to tell that she was trying to understand why he was looking like the way he was. The girl had a damn gas mask on and she was surprised to see the way he looked. Though he could understand, not many could look past the way he appeared and it was not a simple answer to say why he did appear as such. It just felt like the way he should appear, because it always felt right and this is the form he took when his gift manifested.

The moment barely passed for him to stare at the young girl Mercy, before the other louder one stood and told the others to not even speak to her or she would fry them. Antony didn't pay her much mind, fire was not a real worry for him when it came down to it anyway. He gave Mercy one final look before giving her a slight wink as a slow moment began to pass.
Then as the moment was over a large section of thick plastic table was parading through his vision as if to shout for his attention.

It bowled over and passed in between him and the back of Sam's seat, it cascaded over several other sets of tables before splintering against the distant wall. He looked back at the excessively large man just as he was throwing several tables with one swing of his muscled arm. Antony could count the seconds in slow motion before one collided with his face and promptly burst into several smaller shards. He pulled back on his arm, feeling the tension gather in his own sinew before a gunshot echoed out scattering the few civilians that hadn't started fleeing from what was already transpiring. Antony continued his slow tread of speed as the man turned towards the leather clad man named Grant.
This was followed shortly by more crashing as the large man moved about like a crazed juggernaut, with no direction or real focus to his rage. This as well preceded the triggering of the fire alarm, which in turn opened the sprinkler system on the whole food court. Antony looked down on the floor only a few yards from him was the thin man with his laptop, for a moment they caught each others eyes and Antony grinned back with his sharp fangs in protrusion. At least he could see now why the young man carried all that stuff with him. After braking the glance he continued to advance on the hulking goliath who even now was still smashing and throwing everything he could get his meaty hands on. Which meant every so often something would come Antony's way, but this time he would simply bat the object away with almost as little effort the one doing the tossing.

The fiery young girl Eureka tried her hand as well, attacking the man to take him down, but her attacks were like his. Unfocused and out of place. His strength and resolve proved to overpower her swordplay either way as he forced her off and back from his position. The came a saving grace for the young woman, Seeing as Luke managed to turn off the water she was more then happy to throw a blaze of fireballs at his person. Only several salvos were fired before she pulled away from her attack and opted to bask in what she thought she had accomplished. He soon made her regret dropping her guard, leaving her to prepare for another strike.

It was then that another player, not yet seen appeared.
This one was strange to Antony because she had a strong distinct smell about her that reminded him of cobblestone and mortar. She had a look on her face that was not all too happy with the way things had escalated, her hair and clothes still dripped with the moisture of the pipes and there was even a small glint of water on the tip of her nose. Which at the moment was creased up into a point do to her angered facial expression. Antony was still slowly approaching as she did her thing on the man, it seemed as though she possessed a gift on a level of the metaphysical. She was forcing his body to act under the control of a almost non understandable presence. Antony's eyes could barely pick up the faint almost sapphire glow that lined his joints as he moved against his own will and the his throat was slowly constricted.

Antony reached the base of his heels as the man released his own words, a rather weak and pathetic apology for one so strong. Antony looked up at the woman who showed at the last moment and spoke.."Interesting.." He said as he began to walk around the scorched and tattered hulk of a man, kicking aside small shreds of the mans slightly intact leggings.

"I would not have imagined to see such splendid things on my first day."
He gave the mans forearm a swift kick and only got a small response from him, proving that his body may have been strong or his constitution was deep. But not much can conquer the need to breath as it were put straight here today.
Antony looked around at their surroundings, several holes and torn sections of building were still slowly crumbling after the rampage, but what remained of the water was being removed through the drains located along the floor.

He pulled up a chair that managed to get toppled during the exchange and set himself down with his feet at pointed towards the brute. "I can see that coming here was not a waste of my time.." He looked up at Sam and the others as they were already regaining their composure. "Oh.. yes.. Where are my manners?"
"My name is Antony.. Antony Tangent.. and it is a pleasure to meet you all."
Though his voice was deep and strangely textured it was obvious there was a mind behind it as he spoke cleanly and calmly for all of them to hear.

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As Cylin was trying to get over her shyness, she was jerked out of her mind as a few crashes and screams were filling the air. It took her a moment to register the enormous, heap of muscle that was before her. The creature was running towards the Wicked Ones, and they could do nothing but jump out of the way. At first, the girl was taken aback, trying to figure out what to do. There was a pale girl clad in black standing to her left. Her mind was giving off complete power and darkness. If Cylin had even tried to use her power against this enemy, she would surely be consumed in insanity. It was in her best interests to ignore the shadow.

It seemed that once the Wicked Ones had recovered, they managed to get this creature to the ground. The leader tried to shoot the shadow, but as Cylin expected, they did nothing. The bullets did penetrate the other person, and he rose at the shadow's command. This is when Cylin had an idea.

To The Witch, she said, "I'm going to give a helping hand. Stand by for a moment."

And then, her perspective suddenly switched to the creature's eyes. She was in his body. She could feel his physical prowess, but alas he had no mental control what so ever. As he tried to fight her, she said again to The Witch. "He is bound for the moment, but I do not know for how long. His mind is slightly deteriorating from my control. Take him out now." Cylin continued to fight the hulk's mind, but she was slowly losing. She must be weaker than she originally thought...."Please, hurry."

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What Sam had just seen was... not possible. The events that had just unfolded in front of her, the summoning of the dog, its biting of Eureka, the bullets passing through the body of the girl, the question she asked Sam. Taken back from the whole world, Sam was unable to hear the words of the girl next to her. All the sounds in the world seemed to blend together; the sounds of screaming masses seemed like a song through broken speakers to her. It had taken her a long moment before she finally regained consciousness of the world.

"... From my control. Take him out now!" she was able to hear as she snapped out of her own little world. Quickly she reached up and grabbed the small, green, crystal necklace that hung around her. Taking a deep breath she tried to put what was behind her, behind her. Gripping the .45 once again, she reached into her pocket and grabbed three more bullets she brought with her. Quickly she snapped out the old revolver rounds, and put in the three new ones. Her and the girl were quite a ways away from the beast, but he seemed to be distracted by the, now headless, Anthony. This had not really consumed her much, compared to what she had just witnessed.

"You... Bastards!" The man screamed at the top of his lungs as he fell to his knees resting his body weight on one arm to support his body. The other arm was now heavily bleeding after being completely severed by Anthony. While the girl dug her fingers into his mind like the talons of a bird, Sam gripped the gun with both hands and lined up the shot. While she was unable to get a shoot wile he was on the ground like that, she found an opportunity when he reared his head up to scream into the air, his other hand grabbing his head tightly. "GET OUT!"

Now was her chance, taking a deep breath, she squeezed the trigger tight, yet lightly. The first shot fired from the gun, leaving with a loud crack and another cracking sound as the bullet found its home in the shoulder of the beast, completely shattering the joint and socket. Screaming in pain, the monster turned its gaze towards Sam.

Smiling to herself, Sam pulled the trigger twice more, the first shot blasting the hulk's collar bone in half with a loud crack, burying itself in his throat. Suddenly, the beast stopped moving, letting out a bloody groan as it fell over, the center of its forehead starting to bleed. The third shot had landed exactly where Sam wanted it to, right between the eyes.

Dropping the gun to her side, Sam let out a sigh of relief seeing it dead. Turning to the girl next to her she smiled, and offered her a hand up. "Sam..." she said extending her hand to the girl. After getting the girl on her feet again, Sam turned around to see everyone looking at her...

Why are they looking at me... she thought to herself... then she remembered. She was crying. Something none of them had ever seen before. Quickly she raised her hand and whipped off her eyes. Taking a slow, deep breath, Sam stood up right and spoke out so everyone could hear.

"A-Alright." She stated in a shaky tone, trying to keep herself together. "Lets get back... Grant, Mercy. Get these guys out of her. We need to get back before the cops get here."
Quickly, she turned around and walked for the exit of the food court, placing the gun back in her pocket as the rain started to fall again. During the struggle the rain had stopped, but now it was back and getting heavier by the minute. Slowly, Sam raised her hood and walked out of the mall.

Once outside the food court and in the crowded parking lot people were still in somewhat of a panic. The police, luckily, hadn't shown up yet. In the hustle, no one had noticed her as she found her way to her motorcycle. Her Dukati X-1 had gotten her out of tons of situations... and this was about to be the next. Grabbing her helmet from the back, she placed it on her head and tightened the strap below her chin (Safety first kids!). Throwing herself over into the seat of the bike, she revved up the engine and slowly found her way to the exit of the parking lot. Once out, she peeled down the street to head back to their HQ, right as the police could be heard in the distance.

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While everyone else of the, soon-to-be, Wicked Ones was out having a punch up with mister muscle-shirt, Mercy had just... stayed on the side-lines, standing, watching. She wasn't frozen from fright of the giant monstrosity that had presented itself before them, she wasn't scared of the arrival and spectacle that came with this, presumably, Other chick.

No, Mercy had been observing with great interest as to what was happening. She wasn't in immediate danger, nor was she particularly equipped to deal with these situational situations. Not that the woman didn't want to join the fray for who could bury mister tank first, but fate will inevitably degree that her bones aren't exactly break-proof if she did.

Red eyes kept a close gaze on the apparent new enemy, a smug, self-centred person at first glance. Mercy could feel a shiver crawling up her spine just by looking at a face so full of expression, yet so very, very cold.

“...Why do lovely flowers bloom from the cherry tree?”

Mercy raised a single eyebrow, watching the unknown adversary leave when her business was concluded.

Interesting choice of words. Whatever that may mean.

She didn't have much time to muse on said words, as the fight ensued and was swiftly brought to an end by, obviously, The Witch and, not so obvious, the hobo guy – Who Mercy had to compliment on surviving a beheading.

Awesome! Was the one word that Mercy could think of to describe said spectacle.

“A-Alright. lets get back... Grant, Mercy. Get these guys out of her. We need to get back before the cops get here.”

Sam commanded, but not as harsh as it usually sounded. Mercy turned to her leader, watching her dart out of the food court without a single glance back to her flock.

“McGrath, time to leg it. Take Eureka, I'll guide the rest to our merry little dump.” Mercy said in her usual calm, unfazed tone, signalling for those who weren't beaten, broken, bruised, or any other variation of injured to follow her.

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-Chapter Two-


The road, itself, wasn't to long to get to the base. But to Sam, it felt a lot longer. It was a ten mile stretch of road, through the outskirts of downtown LA, from the outlet mall to HQ. Even with the rain pelting her as she rode down the street, and the visibility in front of her almost zero, she could find her way there without a problem. She wouldn't have to worry about Grant and Mercy finding their way there, because they were just like her. This was a drive they made all the time.

Sam had her entire body devoted to navigating her way home, but her mind was thousands of miles away as she navigated through the walls of buildings to get home. She knew exactly what happened. But what she didn't know, what puzzled her mind to no end, was how... The shadow was dead, killed years ago, when Sam was still young. She was so sure that the beast that took the only thing she cared about in her life, was dead. If there was ever anything Sam could be more sure of, it was that. The image of its death was burned into Sam's eyes for an eternity. How on earth could she be so wrong? Was it possible? There was only one way to find out... but it would have to wait.

The rain was now starting to get heavier, and it was time for Sam to focus on getting home safely. Pushing the thoughts far from her mind, for now, she finally saw the familiar sign that meant she was home. Literally. Ontop of a very large building on the west side of L.A., there hung a gigantic billboard case with no sign in it. Mind you, the HQ wasn't exactly in the ghetto part of the city. There was just a "problem" with the billboard that made no one want to post in it. For some reason, when ever someone new posted in the billboard, it would suddenly be gone the next day... Strange.

The building the billboard stood on was actually the HQ itself. "Underground" was the word used for the Wicked Ones, but not for the HQ. It was, in fact, a run down ten story apartment complex. Well, not "run down". Just unowned. The owner company left years ago, and the Sam "bought" it from them. The building was in disarray, and was used as a stomping ground for a group of meth-heads. And it was easy to get rid of them.

Riding to the north side of the building, Sam found the opening to the underground garage. Putting her bike in front of the large metal gate lowered to prevent unwanted from coming in, she revved her engine four times, signaling to open the gate. Once the gate was slowly lifted open, she was greeted by a massive bald black man. Standing at least 6’7 in the doorway, the towering goliath moved forward into the rain to look down at Sam.

With a smile on his face he reached his hand out to Sam, which she took at shoot tightly in hers. To this, he spoke: “Nice to see you back in one piece, ma’am. What happened at the mall is all over the news.”

Pressing a button on the side of her helmet, Sam stared at the man with a worried look on her face. “What do they know, Doorjam?” She asked sitting upright in her bite seat in the rain.

“They think it was just some tweaker who flipped out on some gang members.” Doorjam said with a laugh, moving out of the way of Sam’s bike to let her in.

“Meth tweakers don’t put holes in solid stone by punching it.” She stated as she drove forward, Doorjam agreeing with her. Once inside she was greeted by a few armed men standing at the door, watching the opening of the HQ.

Twisting the key on the side of the bike to turn the engine off. Dismounting the bike, she took off her helmet to shake out her, mostly, dry blonde hair. Behind her, Doorjam closed the gate back down again.

“I got two more cars coming behind.” She stated to answer Doorjam’s question in his mind. “Mercy and Grant both have some recruits with them... and I have to admit the crop looks good.”

“What are we lookin’ at, ma’am?” Doorjam asked her,

“Well, we have some tech wizard, a hobo who can take a hit, and a mind controller.” She stated in response.

“Like, a physic?” Doorjam asked with a question on his face. “Well. At least you didn’t pick up any more strongmen to replace me.” He said with a laugh, walking towards Sam from behind, a smile on his face as he rubbed Sam’s shoulders, trying to releave the obvious tension she was under.

“You know you’re the only ‘strongman’ in my life, Doorjam.” She said with a flirty smile as she turned to him and teasingly kicked him away. “But today, I’m not in the mood.”

“Yes ma’am.” he stated with a smile as he let her grab her gear and walk into the HQ. From behind him, he could hear the honk of two car horns. Turning to open the door once again, Doorjam saw the familiar look of Grant's old white & black muscle car drenched in the rain.

“Alright kids! Engine off, and recruits out of the car. You know the drill!” Doorjam stated standing in front of the door. both fists clench gripped to stop any trouble that may come up. It wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to infiltrate the Wicked Ones, and it was Doorjam's job to weed them out...

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With Mcgrath having taken custody of a wounded Eureka and the hobo guy Anthony, Mercy was left with the... Err, rest. The techy kid and some Asian gal who Mercy hadn't taken much notice of in the midst of the chaos that happened back at the food court.

Great.

Neither the driver, nor the passengers exchanged a whole lot when it came to words. Even if said passengers did, all they'd get was a muffled, half-assed response or a nod.

After a long drive through the rain, Mercy, following just behind Grant, couldn't help but smile as she approached the ten story apartment complex that the Wicked Ones called their Headquarters.

“Here we are...” Mercy remarked. “Home.”

Well, as much as it could be called home, anyway. She was pretty sure that this abandoned dump was... Well, abandoned for some legitimate reason. Didn't mean she despised it. Hell, Mercy practically grew up with the saying: One man's junk is another man's treasure. And she kinda thought the same way about this place. Old, but homely.

It served the Wicks well, it served her well. I was the perfect place for a hideout, because nobody would be looking for a bunch of misfits in here. Right? So far, that statement had been true.

Honking the car horn, Mercy began driving into the garage as soon as she was given clearance.

“C'mon,” The young woman commented after the car had been parked, switching off the engine and getting out of the metal four-wheeler herself.

Making sure the two recruits were following behind her, Mercy guided them to the entrance to this giant complex, only stopping when she noted Grant and the other recruit were standing there, probably waiting for them.

“Yo,” She greeted, raising one hand in a lazy wave as she approached the duo. “Looks like all recruits are here.”

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Eureka glared at Antony and hauled herself out of the car. She tried not to take notice of him looking at her but she silently prayed that he would decide to leave, in say... the next thirty seconds. She watched as Mercy, the idiot tech kid and the other recruit who was very quiet approach.
"Hey," she said to Mercy, not looking at the recruits,"yeah but if the homeless leech comes any closer he won't be here for much longer." She shot Antony yet another glare and staggered off.
"Grant," she said as she felt a flame ignite nearby. Immediately knowing Grant was smoking,"1,178 people die each day due to smoking in the US. Also that each cigarette takes ten minuets of your life." She didn't look back as she said this just kept walking.
"Right Doorjam, you gonna let an injured gall in or what?" she said as he let her in.

Once she got in her first thought was to head to the first aid kit. That's exactly what she did. She wet a cloth and walked her room. She shut and locked the door then took her t-shirt off. She set to work on cleaning the wound. Once she had done that she covered it with a large water proof plaster. Well, three to be exact. She undressed and headed to the shower.

Eureka stepped out of the shower. Well, that was refreshing. She let the air around her heat up. Soon she was dry, even her thick, long hair. Her hair was always a problem. She usually used the hair dryer because when she used her power to dry her hair she always made it to dry. Being tired Eureka didn't feel like using the dryer. This time, strangely, it was perfect. Eureka pulled the plasters off her wound and bandaged it. She didn't want to get changed into her clothes. She rummaged through her drawers until she found her nightdress. She pulled out her leather jacket which was under it. Thats where it was! She was looking for it this morning. If she had have been wearing she wouldn't have been injured. It looked leather but in reality it was made from a man made material that was as strong as a bullet proof jacket but far lighter. She had burnt down a building to get that jacket. She was angry about it but it had saved her life many times. Plus it was hardly the jackets fault she couldn't find it. She slipped on her dressing gown and walked out. She smiled at Sam as she waited for the recruits to come in.
"Where did you get the homeless guy from and are you sure he isn't vampire?" she asked Sam.