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| [Introduction]
The Year is 2008, the people of Earth has recently come up against their biggest threat yet. A Gigantic Meteor, the size of Texas. Scientists found out straight away and went to work on ways to take care of the Meteor. The United States alone sent many missile's toward it only succeeding in breaking off bits and pieces all the other nations around the world tried the same thing, but faired no better. All the major nations decided to join forces against this common threat and made one Huge missile to take out the Meteor, it was called the DSB2008 "Deep Space Bomb." Five Astronauts maned the Missile taking her straight out to meet the Meteor. The Earth was at a stand still waiting for news about what would be a moment in history for all. There was an explosion that could be seen all over the earth, then the report came broadcasting all over. "The Meteor has been destroyed, but now tiny fragments will hit the earth!" This is where you come in if you choose to become a part of this story...What was your character doing when the fragments hit and what power were you given if any at all. A few character's I came up with: Johnathan Brannon Age: 17 Power: Fire Zach Rubin Age: 19 Power: Electricity Christine Freeman Age: 22 Power: Speed or "Matrix Speed" *Matrix Speed is the idea of someone I know and just had to add that lol* Jillian Henderson Age: 18 Power: Creates Force Fields using her mind Please provide the following when you post your first entry: Name: Age: Location: Personality: Appearance: Power: Anything else you would like to add Also with whatever power you must have some sort of weakness if you're not sure about anything send me a message before you post. You will have 4 days to post your part, if you can not post within that time then let me know or else I will have to skip you. Now with all that out of the way I hope we can all have some fun. Email me First if you want to create a character from the space crew, or if you want to be one of the Aliens. |
 Lonewolf  Now while the Earth was going through dramatic changes on its own unknown to everyone on Earth an evil threat was fast approaching that was going to change the world in ways no one could imagine. This evil was known as "The Grimloch, they are massive Aliens that are looking for a new planet to call home, because they having destroyed their home by constant wars, and in a last ditch effort they destroyed their world to win the war with their enemies. They set their sights on other planets having only discovered Earth because of the explosion from the asteroid that was once a part of their home planet. The were the color of pearlescent black with yellow tribal looking swirls, their bodies look like nothing, but muscle and armor the color of silver, but made of something far stronger,with a red insignia on the left breast plate, they have wide faces with jagged teeth on the inside, they have yellow eyes, with black slits for pupils, snake like, they have a human looking nose they have a keen sense of smell from a nose that resembles a humans. Right now that evil force is chasing someone through space firing upon him, that man is... Christopher Stone Age: 26 Location:Space Personality:Kind hearted, Intelligent, Chris is the kind of guy to give his last dollar to someone who he know needs it more then him. When his friends need someone to talk to or someone to help do anything he is the first person they call.He is an all around good guy. Appearance: Dark, hazel brown eyes, crew cut black hair,6'1, strong muscular build from training to go out into space. mocha chocolate skin complexion. Chris is the jeans and a t-shirt kind of guy he only wears dress clothes when he has too, and he thanks god that it is not often. At the moment though he wears a ripped space suit revealing his black t-shirt with "NASA" printed in white bold letters. Power:As far as he can tell he has super human powers to the extent of being able to fly through space, nothing can hurt him except for the alien beam cannons, and that he has super human strength. Chris flew as fast as he could he was still getting used to his ability, and was trying to get to Earth to warn them about them about the impending danger that was trying their best to kill him. Chris had been wounded by the Alien ship after trying to save his fellow astronauts nothing seemed to harm him except their weapon. Pushing himself to go faster Chris could see the Earth coming into view looking as beautiful has ever, he also saw that there was a haze of meteorites. Chris put even more effort into getting to the Earth before the Alien ships, The Aliens were catching up to him in their war ships. Chris turned and sped toward them trying to take out the ships, he was able to rip through the hull of one of them, but his new abilities took a while to get used to so he sped off back toward the Earth again. Chris looked back, and saw that many ships were still right behind him, he tried to think of something that he could do to slow them down, he was upset he did not have the power to save his people, that is when he felt a burning sensation in his eyes, he could feel them begin to glow, a broad white hot beam erupted from his eyes; turning toward the Alien ships Chris concentrated, and intensified the beam as best he could and melted through the first Alien ship causing it to explode. This act slowed the fleet that was on its way to Earth. Chris pushed onward, he made it to the Earth's atmosphere at which point he caught fire and the clothes he had on burned off leaving Chris stark naked, he lost control of his flying and plummeted to Earth falling straight into the Pacific Ocean... Scheherazade Name: Christine "Free" FreemanAge: 22 Location: Laguna Beach, CA Personality: Free is exactly like her nickname describes - a free spirit who likes to live in the moment and enjoy the things around her to the fullest. Open to new experiences, she willing to help out a friend or even a stranger in need whether it be artistically, financially or physically. Many perceive her to be feisty and smart, almost intimidating at times, but she is as gentle as a kitten when it comes to those she cares for which are few in number. Appearance: She stands about 5'3" with stormy blue almond eyes and dark tan skin. Her inky black curls reach down her back and its usually tied down in a thick braid. Free doesn't like fuss when it comes to clothing but she has a love for rich color and texture, wearing flowing things that let her move easily. Her body is curvy and very feminine. Power: Matrix Speed and the Gift of Foresight although this only works with people she has a personal connection with. Has developed a weakness to intense direct sunlight. Extra: Was one of the youngest analysts working for NASA until she suddenly left that life behind for a career as a painter. Inherited a small bungalow on the ocean in Laguna Beach from an aunt and now works out of an independent art gallery. Voices. It was the first thing Free could sense as she sluggishly blinked the sleep out her eyes. Consciousness was slow in coming as she struggled to remember where she was. She sat up on her couch, the cotton blanket around her shoulders falling haphazardly from her shoulders. The television in front of her flashed vivid pictures of the night sky as a red "Breaking News" banner scrolled across the screen. It took a moment for her mind to fully grasp the significance of the announcer's words. But when it finally dawn of her Free wished back the darkness as sadness gripped her again. "If you have just tuned in we have breaking news from outer space. The Meteor people from around the world have been dreading has been destroyed. Unfortunately, the NASA shuttle sent on the mission has exploded along with meteor. The five brave astronauts aboard are believed to be dead." Free watched as the screen changed from shots of the meteor to pictures of the five crew members on the space shuttle. The tears burning against her eyes slipped down her face, falling along the same path as ones earlier shed. Those faces stared back from the television with bright smiles. She knew all of them well - had worked elbow to elbow with them, laughed with them, argued with them. They had been her friends once. But it was one face that truly haunted her, sending sharp pains to her heart. Sweet visions of memories past floated before her as she reached out to touch the screen. But the portraits were instantly switched back to the meteor. It was too much to bear. Throwing off the blanket completely, Free fled from her small bungalow to the private beach outside her living room. The cool ocean breeze swept across her face, drying the tears that couldn't seem to stop falling. Free wrapped her arms around herself as she stood barefoot in the sand. There was no one else for miles around, not that it mattered. Had there been a thousand people milling about she still would have felt alone. Free didn't know if she stood there for minutes or hours but nothing penetrated her shroud. There was no sight, no sound, just the reality that he was gone. She vaguely registered the loud boom of thunder rolling in from the distance. It wasn't until a large rain of bright light showered the sky did Free finally tear her gaze from the ocean. Specks of light shot through the night like falling stars only they grew bigger and bigger as each second past. "Its a meteor shower," she mumbled to herself with a frown. "The fragments weren't suppose to reach this far." No sooner had the statement left her mouth did Free feel the intense heat of small gravel hit her skin. Instinct took over as she made a run back to the house but before she could reach the doorway a fragment the size of a baseball pelted her in the side, taking a large gouge out of her skin and knocking her to the ground. Her head it the hand rail on the way down. Free's vision blurred as it raced from the meteor shower storming around her to the rocky waves in the middle of the ocean. An unconscious body floated upon the violently curling water. Her vision focused on the man's face, a sense of hope overriding the pain from her wound. "Christopher." But the throbbing pain coursing through her would not be denied and Free's world suddenly faded to black. Stilavon-BackFromTheAshes Name: Zach RubinAge: 19 Location: Somewhere in CA- riding the rode as fast as he can on his motorcycle. Personality: He's cocky and confident. Zach does not take well to team playing and tends to be the big time show off. Still, he's a good guy and does do the right thing when it comes down to it but he's got that reckless feel about him all the time which his old man keeps saying will catch up to him one day. Appearance: He wears an old black leather biker jacket his old man gave him over a sleevelss white shirt. Dark blue jeans and biker boots. Zach has 4 inch long brown hair and brown eyes. He's got a pretty descent tan since he's into extreme sports and such as well. Yellow gold earring in his ear. If he ever cleaned up he'd have a classic kind of handsomeness about him but at this point it's overshadowed by the rebel sort of look. Power: Weild electricy and control it. Zach can suck it from pretty much anything. He can even store it inside him and use it for later. Also, he can charge up his atoms and travel through any electrical circuitry. Naturally he can't go near water (also, he's got a serious thing on being in small enclosed spaces which freak him out mentally) He can heal faster if he focuses his charge at a wound. Extra: His big sister Nommie was always smarter than him. Their dad always shoved it in Zachs face that she went to collage and got excepted into Nasa as an astronaut and all Zach was good at was doing tricks on expensive toys(extreme sports- he does get paid). Zach's been on a road trip across the coast for a while now. His old man told him he needed to find out what he wanted to do with his life if he expected any respect from him, so he used that as an excuse for his vacation. He says he really couldn't care less but his older sister- who's real close to him (and out in space right now) knows it bugs him. Zach was reaching close to 90 on the twisted road. He leaned to the left, nearly touching the ground as he followed the snake like road with only him as its lone traveler. The ocean was on his left along with a steep drop. He knew if he wasn't careful he could plummet to his death but he still had a huge grin on his face. This sort of thing was what he lived for. He was startled to actually feel the vibration of his cell going off. Luckily he didn't need to stop. He had a head set and easily took his right hand off to turn it on. "Hello?" He asked in his usaul cheeful tone. "Baby? Where are you sweetie?" His mothers voice asked. Zach could instantly tell something was wrong. He was too busy with the road and his mom to notice how what was going on in the sky. "What's going on mom?" Zach asked- his own tone becoming more strained. "Is that Zach?" His father asked as he walked near the phone. "Give me that." Zach could hear him snatch the phone out of his moms hands. He was always such a jerk to her whenever Zach was involved. "Zachary Rubin, where the heck have you been boy? Do you have any idea what's happening here in the real world?" Zach rolled his eyes. "No sir. Haven't crossed the state border back into the real world just yet. Give me a few hours and I'll be there." He said sarcastically. "You idiot! Shut your trap. It's all over the news... we got a call about it. Your sister and her crew are dead." "What?" Zach nearly ran his bike off the road but quickly got control over it again. "She's dead boy, blown up. There's a metior shower going on over where you were headed last so don't be a dumb-" "Be carefuly baby. I want you to get inside somewhere safe and wait for it to stop." His mother said as she snatched the phone back. "She's dead?" Zach echoed as he accelorated. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something bright coming at him. He quickly took off the gas and looked to see what it was only to feel a sharp pain in his left shoulder. He did spot the piece of rock headed towards his helmet. It knocked him clean off his bike and Zach felt himself tumbling out of control in the air. Then he felt himself crash into the pavement and roll violently to a stop when he hit the guard rail; his bike slid along side him. Zach laid on his stomach and tried to look up only to loose consciousness. MidKnight~Chivalry Name: Robert Blaze Age: 20 Location: Redwood national park (backpacking to Alaska) Personality: Robert like’s to push himself, sometimes putting his life in great peril in the process. He doesn’t do this for sick kicks or anything it’s just who he is. Robert is the kind of person that will bear others burdens for them, or at least do anything and everything in his power to help. Although Robert tends to be a little shy at first once you get to know him he’s full of life always smiling. Appearance: Robert has dark brown messy looking brown hair that falls just short of his melted amber brown eyes. Roberts’s eyes weren’t always amber brown they used to be chocolate brown, but now there amber and have a glow to them as if someone was holding a candle to them (. (Most people think he dose this on purpose because you see this look in magazines but he just wakes up with his hair like that) Robert has a golden brown tan and a great build, his choice in clothing is usually plain tight fitting solid color T-shirts matched with loose fitting pants. Power: Fire/Fire of life, the fire of life has the ability to bring someone who has died before there time back (only once). It also helps Robert because when he gets injured say it’s a small cut you will see smoke leavening the cut and it will close up, but if it’s a larger cut you will see a green flame as his wounds heal. His cuts heal up extremely quickly but the pain remains a lot longer. Weakness is obviously water if he is submerged in water for to long his fire will go out taking his life and anyone he brought back with him. The first of the meteors hit just above Roberts head exploding into bits of fiery dust agents the cliff face. Although Robert didn’t know what was going on the steadily increasing number of flaming rocks exploding all around him told him it didn’t matter. With the fire of determination illuminating Robert’s vision and a rush of adenine, Robert was able to make it to the top of the cliff. Ignoring his bloody arms and broken rib, Robert ran for the nearest cover. Unable to find anything he pulled out a cell phone Ring Ring…Ring Ring… “Hey this is Christine leave a message”… beep “Hey Free its me Robert, if you don’t mind do you think you could call a chopper to pick me up I was kind of attacked by…” Roberts’s message was cut short when he felt something connect with the back of his head. At first Robert couldn’t feel anything, which is what scared him the most. That meant it was serious enough for his body to go through shock. That’s when he noticed he couldn’t move his body, desperately trying to reach for the phone. “Damn I knew I should of called Chris…” Robert muttered to himself as his world became black, his head landing in a pool of blood. Zephyr Shenkiken Roy CeilvandAge: 21 Location: Pacific Ocean, near CA Personality: Has always been the quiet intellectual. Though he seems cold he was quite caring. That was before the meteor. Never liked to hurt anyone’s feelings and tended to bottle any negative things up. Greeted even those he disliked with a warm smile and carelessly waved away any rude things others said to or about him. Appearance: Bright strawberry blond hair that has tinges of brown in it. You can tell his hair is sun-bleached. Even though he seems to have spent lots of time in the sun, he’s always had a pale complexion. Tends to wear summer colors and dress light, even when it’s cold, though he’s never seen in shorts. Works out frequently being an astronaut and all, and because he doesn’t want to look like the thin nerdy kid he did in middle school. Wears glasses with thin frames that go over his forest green eyes. Power: Can absorb most forms of energy including nuclear, thermal, electrical, radiant, stored mechanical, and motion. He cannot use these energies at will unless he’s absorbed them, however most are found everywhere. Can use energy to heal his wounds but storing too much damages him greatly. Can contain vast amounts however since his body has become somewhat of a catalyst for it and can absorb most of any force delivered to his body. Gravitational energy has a reduced effect on him. Extra: Was engaged to Nommie Rubin. He was one of the astronauts in the mission. They had known each other for quite some time before they actually started dating. They were sitting next to each other on the mission. Roy’s contact with her brother Zack had been slightly limited but enjoyable. Christopher was also a good friend of his. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Throbbing and aching pain. Memories and thoughts were shattered like the many bones in his body. There were shards of the meteor in his body. They felt like they were everywhere. Ribs, abs, neck, arms, pelvis. They ached horribly. The mission. Had it succeeded? It must’ve. If not, then this ocean, this planet would be gone. Memories flashed back into mind. Nommie’s face. Smiling, laughing, kissing him, then fear, tears, blood, stillness. Roy’s head shot up out of the water with a sharp gasp. He was floating. The bloody water washed back and forth sliding him onto a beach. Roy struggled to stand as a large crowd of people watched him walk numb and deaf. He stumbled forward aimlessly. His mouth seemed to be trying to mouth something. The flames. They burned at the edges of his memory. He hadn’t noticed, but Chris was nearby in the water as well, and Christine had collapsed nearby. A man ran up to Roy, “Hey! Hey dude you alright?” he asked touching Roy’s shoulder to try and steady him. Death. Roy had been prepared for it. He beckoned it in the event that Nommie perished in the mission. Why? Why was she gone now? Why was she gone and leaving him to live? He didn’t want this life anymore. He couldn’t live it. Roy’s eyes flashed for a moment as he looked over at the man. The light left the man’s eyes as his body chilled and he fell to the ground into shock. Roy felt the man’s warm flow into his body. It energized him. It empowered him. Life. What did it matter? If the accident hadn’t killed him, Nommie’s death did. He was a corpse. Nothing more. Roy’s wounds began to heal. A woman in a swimsuit screamed and looked in horror at Roy. He rolled his head away from her and continued to stumble along. His burns and cuts slowly disappeared. Someone began to shout at him about the man who’s body wouldn’t stop shaking in his unconscousness. Roy’s eyes flashed again, “Cold…” he said. This angered man’s eyes too lost their light. He tried to let out a scream, but his strength left him and filled Roy. The man collapsed in the sand, “Nommi…I’m so cold…” he mumbled. His tired and listless eyes took new hungry life as he scanned the fleeing crowds of people. Energy, warm, power. Roy took of with a quick sprint. It seemed fueled with energy. Her leapt atop the woman from before and drained her strength, “Life…so useless…” he said standing and dashing to another person. They tried to strike him but the hit did nothing to cause pain. Roy grabbed the man’s arm as he fell and drained him. The man’s scream stopped abruptly and seemed to turn to a whisper. Roy struck down four more people. His body surged with energy. An aura of heat seemed to come off him, “So…cold…so…lonely…my life. So useless. NOMMIE!!!!!!” Roy cried. He was near the city already by this time. People within ten feet collapsed. People within twenty fell and felt exhausted. People within a thirty foot radius were flung violently through the air from an explosion of energy. Helicopters flew above with cameras fixed on him, “WHOA!!! Did you feel that!?” the cameraman shouted to the pilot, “The whole damn chopper shook! What IS he?!” he exclaimed. Below, Roy looked around at the clear area. Nothing that wasn’t nailed down stood within thirty feet of him. Empty. Lonely. Silent. As was the man who’d done it. Derek the Dalek (Apologies for the long delays, been busy of late. I'm just going to add a bio for now so the CC can crack on, but I will have a more detailed post next time. Please don't use James til after my next post. :) )Name: James Anderson Age: 19 Location: A Small Village in the English Midland Countryside Personality: Kind hearted, somewhat shy polite and an individual who attempts to be braver than he actually is. Not a strong person by any stretch of the imagination, tends to solve things verbally rather than physically. Into girls, particularly strong-willed, intelligent girls. Enjoys reading comics (so getting Super powers should please him greatly). Knows to do whats right rather than what's unfair. Somewhat childish, but manages to deal with it well enough. He is slightly dyslexic, which has limited his logical prowess but has given him a heck of an imagination and writing ability as a result. Is currently at home from the end of his First Year of the nearby University where he studies English, hopes to become a successful writer. His weaknesses are finding tough, brutish individuals difficult to relate to and a lack of physical prowess. Appearance: Short at 5'0 with a thin, weady form, shiney brown hair and blue eyes. Despite this he is quite the English dandy, which is reflected more in his gentlemanly conduct than anything else. He typically wears orange T-Shirts with baggy trousers and a blue jacket and worn trainers. When he smiles he smiles warmly. Power: Control over Time; James can warp, slow, speed up, halt, reverse and fast foward time like a pro. He has no idea where the knowledge to be has sprouted from beyond the powers of the metor. He is capable of slowing time to avoid of escape, with more difficulty he can stop it. He can also fast forward time but has so far found little usage in this ability. His most impressive ability however is to become a litteral time traveller - able to send his body into the past or the future, and change it accordingly. The main limitation to this power however, is that the further back or forward he goes, the more of a strain it puts on him. He can also bring objects or at most one other person into the past of future with him. How far he can go either way is uncertain, but he is interested in finding out. Lonewolf Chris held breath before he hit the water, when he opened his eyes underwater it was dark he looked all around, but could not see anything, but the blackness of the water, he went to what he thought was upward, but found the bottom of the sea floor. Chris righted himself then squatted, and pushed off with all his strength, he went sailing threw the water like a hot knife through butter, then found himself going toward a light. Chris broke the surface of the water.He was hovering in midair he chose a direction, and flew as fast as he could hoping to find land where he could get some clothing. Quickly flying over the water he could see a beach in the distance, and did his best to slow down, but was going to fast he put his feet down, and sent sand and water flying everywhere. He had made a huge hole, climbing out of the hole tentatively still aware of his nakedness he looked all around him to find that there were bodies that were all lifeless. “What in the world happened here?” Chris asked no-one in particular. Pain filled his ears with screams of people, but he could not tell where it was coming from out of all those voices it was one that made sense to him he turned around to see a few feet from where he had landed laid the body of Christine, without thinking Chris was by her side in seconds. “Christine…Christine are you ok?” Chris said desperately as he cradled her in his arms. “Chris, is that really you?” Christine said coming to. “Yes, it’s me, what happened here? Chris asked looking from Christine to all around them. “I don’t really know I was standing here after hearing about the shuttle breaking the meteor up then I saw the beginning of the meteor shower then when I was going to run away something hit me in the side and I fell hitting my head, that’s all I remember, and now I wake up to see you.” Christine said smiling up at Chris. “Hey, where did your clothes go?” Christine said sitting up, and noticing that Chris was naked. “Umm…well, they sort of burned off me literally.” Chris replied embarrassed as he covered himself up. “I had meant to get some clothes on.” He said blushing. “Hahaha…well I have some clothes in the house we can get on you.” She said laughing until she saw the body of her neighbor lying on the ground not far from her living room door. The look of horror, and pain that was on Christine’s face broke Chris’s heart. “Don’t worry Christine we’ll find out what happened so enough. Plus there is so much more I have to tell you about all this. First I need clothes, and then we need to get in touch with the President.” Chris said as he followed Christine into the house. Scheherazade Free worked in autopilot as Christopher rushed her into the house to get him some spare clothes. Numb, she made a beeline to the small closet in her bedroom and pulled down large box from the top shelf next to a stack of photo albums. As she opened the cardboard flaps a couple of pairs of men's sweatpants and t-shirts laid on top. Free tucked one of each under her arm, pushed the box to the corner and walked back out to the dining room. At the sight of Chris's muscular bare back Free averted her eyes with red coloring her face. Its not like you haven't seen all of him before. Free thought as a flood of red colored her face. To hide her embarrassment she yelled "catch" and chucked the clothes in his direction without taking her eyes off the clock on the wall. He caught them effortlessly. "Would you like something to drink?" Free asked as she busied herself in the kitchen. It was insane, she knew, to be acting like a good hostess at such a time. But she need something to do with her hands. "Ummm sure." Christopher's voice was distracted, almost as if he were talking to himself. He slid into the borrowed clothes with a frown on his face. "These fit like a glove... I could have sworn I used to have a pair like these." "You did," Free responded before she realized how telling her words were. She froze with her hand on the refrigerator door handle as she stared into his golden eyes. "You left them at my old place. I left in such a hurry I never had time to send them back to you in Houston." "...I remember." The moment stretched so long between them Free felt woozy. Breaking their connection, she grabbed two water bottles from the frig and tossed him one. She felt immense relief that he was alive but the awkwardness of their last meeting penetrated the good feelings. The only thing she could do was pack up the emotions in the "Deal With Later" box and push it to the back of her mind. Both of them needed to focus, they'd have to deal with broken relationships later. A red flash caught her eye as she stared down at her answering machine. Instantly Free pressed it, sensing inwardly that there was something important that she needed to hear. The haggard voice of an old friend filled the room. "Hey Free, its me Robert. If you don’t mind, do you think you could call a chopper to pick me up? I was kind of attacked by-" "Hell." "If you're going to make your call to the president, I'd make it now." Free gave Chris one last steady look before walking out to the living room. "I'm going to check to see if I can pick up feed on the television." The television blinked back and forth between clear picture and static before it finally settled on the image. The station was still on the new program she'd been watching before the meteor shower had begun. Seeing the live footage Free immediately wished she hadn't. Everything was pure chaos. Free's heart was beating so fast she felt as if it would burst out of her chest at any moment. There was destruction everywhere she looked. Houses along the coast had been torn apart and the road riding along the coast was cratered by falling pieces of meteor. She could only imagine what the rest of California or even the United States. People were everywhere in unconscious positions, battered and bloodied. It was the same fate as her neighbor... oh God, everything was tearing apart at the seams. Strong arms wrapped around her waist as Free felt the world tilt on its axis once again. Christopher whispered softly, over and over again in her ear, "I've got you. Everything is going to be alright." The familiar embrace comforted her like nothing else could but the tragedy was still there in the forefront. Grief and logic warred with inside her. The television screen showed a shot of a bloody, water-drenched man walking the city streets shouting in a soul wrenching rage. Given the circumstances, this was nothing out of the ordinary. But what made it something truly significant was the people dropping like flies if they came into close contact with him. Suddenly, Free's vision tunneled into one long focus as if she were peering through a telescope. The man's face that appeared before made her knees go weak. She struggled from Chris's hold. "Roy... Roy is in trouble. We need to help him... he's destroying himself." "Christine wait! What are you talking about?" He held her at arms length, trying to make her understand. "Roy's gone. He died with the others." Free shook her head furiously, both to show him that he was wrong and to shake the clouds muddling her consciousness. The pain from earlier press upon her again. "You don't understand... Roy..." "Christine." Her name was whispered in horror as Christopher examined his hand that was now covered in blood. He tore at her clothes when he realized it wasn't his. The gasp to her side was pooling with blood. "You have to help them Chris. You have to save Robert and Roy." Free swayed on her feet as her legs gave out. Black spots darkened her eyes. "No more death." Her words faded to a whisper. "No more death..." *My friend Scherarazade won't be able to add for her character so I'll be asking someone to take her place.* Stilavon-BackFromTheAshes Zach felt a wave of pain wash over him as smoke filled his lungs. He struggled to open his eyes but even when he did, there was nothing but darkness. Zach blinked his eyes again and again until he was able to get a foggy image of black and gray. When his vision finally cleared, he realized he was lying face down on the blacktop. Again his vision blurred in and out. The shield on his helmet was badly cracked with a good portion of it missing. There was blood smeared on it. *Is mine?* He wondered to himself as a fogginess remained in his mind, clouding the events that had lead to this. Zach tried to bring his hands up under him so he could get up but his whole body roared with pain. Zach flinched. *What happened? Did I crash?* Zach took a second to catch his breath and gagged on some more smoke. He could feel heat nearby. He managed to pushed himself up onto his hands and knee's and struggled to unhook his helmet. He felt dizzy and confused. His fingers felt clumsy and seemed to be shaking no matter how hard he tried to steady them. The longer it took to unhook his helmet the more Zach felt claustrophobic in it. As soon as it unhooked he slammed it against the road. Thats when he spotted the indent in his helmet. The thing had a hole in it the size of a quarter. Zack touched his forehead with his gloved hand. Blood... and his head ached in pain. He touched his ear where his wireless was hooked. “Ahh!” He hissed as he pulled his hand back. His wireless was toast and had left a burn on his ear and the side of his face. He yanked the short circuited device off as he struggled on his feet and threw it angrily to the ground, smashing it into a dozen pieces. Zach coughed as he looked around. His bike was in flames next to him and the whole road looked something like a war zone with road- some leaving craters in the blacktop. There was smoke all over the place. Zach muttered a few curses under his breath as he raked both of his hands through his hair, flinching again when the pain in his shoulder throbbed. Zach looked down at his shoulder and saw blood. Slowly he inched off his fathers jacket, looking at a large hole in his shoulder the size of a golf ball. The tissue around his wound was singed and black but steaming from the wound were black vein-like lines that slowly disappeared into his skin. Suddenly Zach knew the truth. It was like the fog had cleared and left him free falling with no parachute to save him from a bone shattering stop. “Nommie...” Cloveri Name: Cade Caster ( O_o "Omg, Cloveri's writing as a guy??" Yea, i think i can pull it off) Location: a cheap motel room near Las Vegas Age: 16 Personality: excruciatingly obnoxious. The type to make jokes at the expense of another. He sticks the word "ass" behind every adjective and drags "yo mama" into everything because he enjoys pissing people off. Cade is hard headed and inconsiderate, he does pretty much whatever he wants to, causing turmoil if that's what it takes. Not the kind you would want to give super powers to. Appearance: blazing red hair, usually unkempt and hidden under some kind of a hat, with icy blue eyes that chills you to the very core. He has a distinctive untamed but cute type of look, like a tiger cub. None of Cade's clothes fit properly. His pants sag and his shirts are oversized, but that's the way he likes it. Power: has the ability to turn any of the four basic elements into a different type (rite? O_o did that make sense?) Like, earth into fire, fire into water etc. His weakness is that he gets random blackouts. Unpredictable. Inevitable. They come when they come and there's no way to stop them. Extra: Cade's a runaway, a high school drop out, and an intense drinker. He's basically on a path to self-destruction. He came from a wealthy family who never really paid him the attention that he deserved so he took a hefty portion of their fortune with him when he left. Cade leaned back against the rusty iron bars of his rickety bed. The motel room was truely pitiful. The shabby wallpaper was a sickly yellow, stained with unsightly smudges of brown, and the wooden floor was carpeted by a thick layer of dust. Two trails of footprints was imprinted on the floor from their entrance. The room had two beds, seperated by a termite-eaten night stand. On the bed beside Cade's sat a bony oldman who wore dark sunglasses and had a sterdy cane in hand. He was blind. Since Cade wasn't old enough to check into a room of his own, the man had offered to share his room. "Tell me about yourself, boy," the man croaked with a hint of Southern accent. "I'm Cade, and I'm going to listen to my music now, so don't bother talking 'cause no one's gonna listen," he said, pulling out his iPod. "I'm Alfred. Why are you out here alone?" he continued, unmindful of Cade's discourteous nature. "You sound young. Where's your family?" "I don't know. They're off somewhere doing whatever or whoever. I just wanna listen to my music." Cade pushed on his earphones and zoned Aflred out. "So much anger..." the old man muttered bitterly. "You know, when I was a little boy..." Cade saw Alfred's mouth moving, but his words were drowned out by the intensity of the music. It was almost comical in a way. Suddenly, the oldman's expression went through some drastic changes. The peace and wisdom vanished from his face, replaced by stunned bewilderment. Cade pulled out his earphones and listened cautiously to the new display of sounds that came from the roof. Small thuds and big bangs were scattered all across the ceiling. The whole place shook. An unfamiliar sense of panic rose so high within Cade, he was about to explode. His mind raced to find a probable explanation. With an ear-splitting crash, a giant flaming rock blasted into the motel room with such force that more than half of the roof collapsed. Cade spontaneously curled up into a protective ball as debris rained on him. Fortunately, the bigger masses of the building fell around him rather than on top of him, but now that the roof on his side was down, he was completely exposed to the meteor shower. Waves of heat brushed passed his skin as the smaller rocks landed dangerously close by. He knew that he was eventually going to get hit if he didn't take proper cover. "Crawl under the bed!" he called to Alfred who sat in one spot and trembled. Cade's survival instincts had taken over. He himself was completely lost. Things were happening way to fast. It all seemed beyond his comprehension. He dropped down to the filthy floor, sending more puffs of dirt into the air. As he writhed under the bed, unbearable pain pierced at his left leg, it spread so quickly that he couldn't tell where the meteor had scorched him. The impact was brief but the effect was long lasting. Once under the bed, Cade finally felt a hint of relief through the overpowering numbness. He was even more at ease when a sideways glance revealed that Alfred was also safe beneath the protection of his bed. All he had to do now was wait for the hellish catastrophe to come to an end. Zephyr Shenkiken Roy silently finished putting on a pair of fenced jeans that were lying ever-so-conveniently out the window of a clothing store. He leaned against the counter of the shop breathing heavily and unsteadily. His mind still felt fragmented and random pains seemed to erupt in the reaches of his body. There seemed to be a fire burning in the portions where the meteor had lodged within him. An hour before, a sudden sense of cold stillness washed over his mind. Using the sink in the bathroom he rinsed off his wounds and found a red button-up shirt on an unconcious man. Donning a pair of sunglasses he headed toward the exit,"Well Roy, now what?" he asked himself looking down at his reflection in a large piece of a broken mirror, "Just go on back. The world is waitng for you; waiting to leave you cold and empty again," "Cold? No, not that again. Nommie, where...where are you?" "Gone Roy, gone. Taken from you by the selfishness of this world. Taken from from you by the very fabric of existance. That's not fair, Nommie didn't deserve to die. Of course, their God had made up for this. You've been given the power to take back. Take back as much of these low-worth lives at it takes to make up for hers!" "Low-worth? The lives I have been taking...to take what's owed for her..." "Take them. Take them all. Until the coldness disappears..." Up above, three helicopters circled the area, two of them being military. Careful eyes scanned the grounds. None of them knew where Roy had disappeared to. the last camera was turned to solid static fromt he last energy spike, "Should we go ahead and send in ground troops to help the people down there? They look to be in really bad shape..." a man hanging out of the open door of one of the military choppers asked, "Dunno rookie. I'd say we ait at least another ten minutes. Let's finish out this hour before we make any decisions..." Just then, the people lying on the ground outside began to writhe and seize horribly as the rest of their life's energy drained from them. They weren't left with even enough for their hearts to beat and their bodies went cold. With a frigid silence in place suddenly a red flash shot from the clothing store to the east. He headed like a missile toward the military chopper. Manning th gun with a frightened hussle, the rookie soldier took aim at Roy. Though, by the time this was accomplished, Roy had collided with the metal hide of the helicopter, and the blades were already beginning to slow. The wo soldiers pulled out their pistols, but when Roy nimbly swung into the open door no shots were heard. Only two thuds sounded. The chopper bega to descend as shouts and cries of worry from the other military aircraft filled it's hull. The new helicopter had only the sound of frantic reporting and sharp gasps just before Roy leapt from the stalled chopper fueled with even more superhuman energy. So much so that the metal around him before he leapt was beginning to swelter. His jump caused a kickback of force that sent the chopper hurtling downward. Entering the highly alarmed military chopper at a rate that would flinch a blind man, he slowly began to enjoy this feeling, this power, this dominance. A grin spread on his face, and he would repeat the process as many times as he felt necessary. LdyPhoenix The room seemed to spin as Free opened her eyes. It took several blinks to clear her sight and soon she wished it hadn't. Pain burst through her body like a thousand tiny razor blades coursing through her veins. With the little strength she had, Free wished for the darkness back."Christine? Christine, open your eyes." The voice sounded so compelling and familiar. Free found herself focusing on the man's face to find out who was calling her from the dark. "Chris?" "That's a girl. You keep falling unconscious on me." Free attempted to sit up, but a large hand gently pushed her back down. When she twisted her body to get into a more comfortable position Free realized she was laying on her couch in the living room. Slowly, she turned her head left and right to see what had changed. "Wha-what happened?" When Chris didn't answer right away, she turned to see his eyes cast down. Immediately Free knew the news wasn't good. "What's wrong?" "Roy has destroyed Los Angeles Air Force Base. There are over a dozen casualties." "Oh God." Her hand covered her mouth in shock. Roy had never acted like this before. All the years they'd worked together he had been the nicest of the bunch. It couldn't be him causing all this destruction. The pit of her stomach dropped out from under her. "What else aren't you telling me?" Chris took her petite hand between his. "I don't want you to panic, but there's a piece of rail stuck in your side. I need to remove it before any damage sets in." The grip on her hands tightened as his hazel eyes stared deep into hers. "Its going to hurt like hell." "No shit." Startled, Chris let out a nervous chuckled. He took something off the coffee table, one of her designer belts, and presented it to her. When she looked at him in question he said, "For you to bite down on." Free eyed it with suspicion before gamely putting it between her teeth. Nothing could hurt worse than the pain she was feeling. As gently as possible Chris lifted up her shirt to expose the wound with the rail piece sticking out of it. A pool of blood already stained the fabric of the couch. She flinched as he lightly fingered the piece of metal. "Do you remember that tall blonde who worked as a Payload Specialist?" Free frowned. The question caught her completely off guard. "Yeah," she mumbled around the belt. The bottle blonde was always a little too touchy-feely for her tastes. "I dated her for two months right before we met." "You son-of-a-!" The curse died on her lips as the pain in her side sky rocketed twenty fold. Useless tears fell from her eyes as she bit down hard on the leather belt. Chris's hand stroked her dark, disheveled curls in a soothing gesture. "Shhh. Its all over now." Suddenly, heat radiated through her body in waves. With each crash the power built, pulsing from the tips of her fingers to the ends of her hair. It felt like every molecule floating inside her was caught on fire. But just as quickly as it began, it stopped. And the pain she felt was gone. Chris trailed his fingers over the place where there had once been a wound. Now, there was nothing, not even a scar. Free's heart began to pound at the realization of what had happened. "What's going on, Chris? What in the world has happened to us all?" The Legend Master Name: Corbin MastersAge: 22 Location: Back alley of his apartment building in New York City Personality:Growing up on in different foster homes has given Corbin an inability to trust others. Something he can't break himself from. He tends to spend time to himself, but has been known to do something for others though they don't realize he has done anything for them.They only person he does trust and love is his cat Magic, a black cat with blue sparkling eyes, if a cat could be a smart ass then that would be Magic to a T. Appearance:Black shaggy hair that falls to his shoulders, soft hazel brown eyes, he stands around 6 foot even, his body is average not thin, but not fat either. He has an usual addiction to wearing black an example of that is the black t-shirt he wears, and he usually wears a black trench coat that is black and hangs down to his thighs, usually black jeans go with this, followed by black combat boots. Power: Omnigenus Psionics- he has the ability to do pretty much anything with his mind, but for right now he is only able to well, destory things. Making disappear from a single thought. The only down side to all of this power is that it is killer on his body. If he uses it for too long he's body shuts down. Corbin had been in his apartment watching the horrible things on TV someone or something was going through the city killing anything in its path. Now whatever it was had just destroyed a military base. Disgusted with what was going on Corbin turned the TV off, and seeing Magic eyeing him weirdly then looking at his food bowl Corbin thought it best to feed the vengeful cat before he finds his favorite shirt ripped to shreds. "You know, I don't go looking at you for some type of food." Corbin murmured as he poured the Friskies into the red bowl that had Magic written on it. "Meow." "Yeah, yeah. I know what you are really thinking cat. Don't think I don't." Corbin joked, roughing up Magic's fur a bit. A scream from the alley behind the apartment caught his attention, while not disturbing Magic from his eating at all. Corbin went to the window and saw that a man was closing in on a woman. It looked like he had a knife in his hand. Not being one to stand around and watch someone be robbed or possibly murdered even though he did not care for people too much. He still had a heart of gold. Quickly running out of the apartment Corbin threw himelf through the emergency door down the hall of his building, then taking the stairs there two at a time he made it to the alley faster then he thought he could. He saw that there was still time to get to the man before any harm could come the woman who screamed. He moved as quickly and quietly as he could. The woman saw him coming and relaxed for a moment. The thug that was advancing on her saw this and turned. Corbin caught him with a right cross, then a kick the the nether regions which made the man go down holding himself and groaning. "Th-Thank you so much." The woman said relieved. "Yeah, no problem." Corbin replied as he kicked the knife away from the man groaning on the ground. He then tied him up with some string that was lying in the alley making sure it was nice and tight he didn't want the guy to get away. The alley was illuminated in an eerie light, he turned to asked the woman to call the police when all in his world went black. Quicksand is bustin a move Name: Jesse ShankAge: 19 Location: New York, homeless Personality: Secretive, is always keeping something hidden. Has had a few bad runs with the police, but still continues to do what he has to do to survive in the big city. He hates it when people try to call his bluff, cause he never bluffs. He will carry through on what he said no matter what. A man of his word. Appearance: Scruffy and a little dirty due to obvious reasons. Shaved head, and brown/black eyes. About 6'1" and 180 lbs, lean body. Always has a knife on him somewhere, they were family heirlooms and he will not sell them, ever, even if he's starving. Power: Teleportation, he is able to control the individual atoms and transport them at the speed of light, also able to vibrate them at amazing speeds and walk through any obstacales. Leaves a thin trail of smoke from where he left to where he ended up. Fortunatly many people seem to overlook the smoke and dont know where he is. Also takes a toll on his body physically. ******************************************************************************************************************************* The sirens were ear-splitting, but it was a familiar sound. Jesse clutched the money in his hand with enough force to turn his knuckles white. He had no idea how he was gonna get out of this one. He was in the middle of a park about a mile or so from the store he just robbed. He was surrounded by patrol officers and SWAT members, to them this was just another homeless guy stealing. But to Jesse this a was life or death situation. The dozens of rifles and pistols trained on Jesse's motionless figure were unmoving, he had no choice but to put the money, and knife down, praying for a miracle, he opened his hand. Everything went black. Jesse was cold, and whatever he was lying on was very hard. Fortunatly he was used to sleeping on benches and this was no different. Slowly he opened his eyes dreading the sight that he knew it would bring. Yep. Three gray walls on with one barred window. He sat up, taking in the black bars that served as the fourth wall. "Mornin' sunshine!" A voice came from outside the cell. An obese officer came into view. "'bout time you came around, I've been lookin' forward to talkin' to my new best freind." "How long have I been out?" Jesse asked. "ehhhh, 'bout," he looked at his watch and counted on his fingers, "10 hours." He finished proudly. Jesse groaned, 10 hours was a really long time. What happened? All he could remember was the sound of sirens and... Jesse's arm shot up to his head, and a shooting pain came from the left side of his head. He cringed, but touched it again, more softly this time. It was all bandaged up. "Wha' hit ya son?" The officer asked. "I don't know, but it hurts." Jesse closed his eyes and just wished he could be anywhere but here, in this cell, with an annoying cop talking to him. Anywhere, just so long as he was alone and it was quiet. "Hey wha' you doi..." Silence. Jesse gasped as he felt the air around him compress. Suddenly he felt like he wasn't himself, like he was in a million different peices. But just as the feeling started, it ended. Jesse, again reluctant to open his eyes, slow did so. It was dark, but once again familar. He was home...or what he considered home, the old abandonded storm drain on the edge of a town. How did he get there? Jesse looked around in confusion, then notice a wisp of smoke slowly dissapating into the air. It was a trail, and it came from the direction of the police station. "Wow." Jesse whispered amazed. "How..." but he didnt finish the sentence because there was no need to. The answer was there in the back of his mind. He had teleported. © Copyright 2008 Lonewolf, Scheherazade, Stilavon-BackFromTheAshes, MidKnight~Chivalry, Zephyr Shenkiken, Derek the Dalek, Cloveri, LdyPhoenix, The Legend Master, Quicksand is bustin a move, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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