Pandora's Requiem IC (The Rogue Ravens)

[BlackDeath27]

Book One
The Roge Ravens

As the bus stoped within the confines of walls of Enden's Graden a squad of fifty gards waited for the door of the bus to open. They had been hearing story about how badass some of these super humans where for months. Evey last one of them wanted to ether beat or kill at lest one of the new prisoners on the bus. Suddenly a voice echoed over the entire city of super humans.

"Everyone get ready now! You have thirty seconds before the bus's bay door opens up and the new group of prisoners will spill out. You have about a minute to beat them before the gangs and individuals start appering to take them away. Remember no killing unless necessary. I don't want the higher ups on my ass again." With that every guard stood in two parallel lines that flanked each side of the back of the bus awaiting for the doors to open. As the double doors opened up the back portion of the vehicle began to rise, dumping the greenes out of the truck without discrimination. Every last one of the new inmates fell on top of each other most probably touching things they shouldn't. The only thing they had in common was the electronic collars around their necks. Each one held a drug that disoriented the victim continually through out the bus ride and even now.

As the guards saw the fresh meat they trampled over each other to get their turn in to beat the new inmates. About everyone was either pistol wiped beaten brutally without mercy maybe even shot in the limbs, for a minute which felt more like an hour. Then without any warning a loud buzzing sound. As if on que the guards stoped the beating and quickly moved into the back of the bus which drove off with speeds unnatural for the vehicle. Once it dissapered down a few streets random people started to gather around the middle of the city where the newbies where. The sky showed fake stars and clouds on the LED screens. The moon was full on the sky tv screen giving off some light of the figures gathering around. As some of the new super human inmates rised to their feet the collars around their necks fell off. Hitting the ground with a hard click then exploded at their feet.

A single male voice rose above all the silent chattering coming from the incoming crowed." Name your selves, speak your class and powers newbies. I don't have time to play let's be friends and be all emotional with you all, I need new recruits for my gang. Join up or die!" The man who spoke appered from the shadows as if he was there the whole time. His face showed no mercy at the lest.

OOC for this IC.

[Bunkeranlage]

That… night…

Of course, that was a very strange incident that had happened before. How he managed to convince himself to do something so ridiculous was beyond his comprehension then. Attacking a government, my foot! Nobody in their right mind would do something so stupid.

And yet, he had done it. He, the Dragon of the Tundra, he who had escaped from the most powerful nation's Maximum Security Prison, he had undertaken the foolish venture.

Definitely not the mark of a revolutionary, trying something so attention-grabbing and foolishly dumb. He only realised the mistake when the smoke grenades came flying into his bunker, killing everybody except for himself, who was only blinded. By some fiendishly strategic manoeuvre, they had managed to tamper with the thermostat, lowering the temperature of the room to well below -70C, rendering him powerless. No matter how hard he tried, how hard he struggled against the sharp metal cuffs and the gradual loss of consciousness, all was futile.

And then came the night.

That long night…

~+~+~+~

The next thing that the Dragon felt was the sickly sensation of waking up with a hangover. This time, he was on a bus, his hands cuffed tightly behind his bare back and dripping with blood. Whether it was some devilish substance in the cuffs or some external factor, he could not tell. Yet, something was preventing him from using his power. He did feel a collar clamped tightly around his neck, but the muscles around those areas were almost completely numbed.

Maybe it's that collar?

No sooner had he thought those words, the collar clicked, dropping to the floor with a loud, ringing clang. A few other clangs resounded across the room. That moment, he began to regain his vision, no longer hindered and blinded by the cloudiness that had filled his eyes for the previous amount of time. It became apparent to him that he was not alone, for all around him stood other prisoners, all looking just as disoriented as him.

There was no time for him to think about anything, for at that moment, an electric baton smashed into his cheek, sending him sprawling on the ground. The Dragon was about to rise up and fight back when a steel capped boot crushed his bare chest, sending a cruel spurt of dark red blood spewing from his mouth. As he screamed in agony, a leather gloved hand gripped him in the neck, the strength of which was unbearable. As the sedative still coursed through his veins, the Dragon was unable to use his power to melt the assailants, or even to deal them an uppercut.

For what felt like hour, this abuse continued, until a hideous, screeching buzz echoed throughout the walls of the chamber they were in. As if some magic worked on them, the guard clutching the Dragon's neck released his iron grip, letting him fall to the ground, panting and dribbling a frothy red foam from his mouth.

Through the shadows of the prison, a number of mechanical looking lights appeared in the stars, accompanied by a rasping.

It was obviously the voice of a male, neither a baritone nor a tenor, but something in between. It had a throaty ring to it, as if his throat had been sandpapered. From the sound of it, the voice definitely came from one hardened by years of torture. At least, that was what the Dragon thought it sounded like.

As the sedative began to lose its grip on him, the Dragon stood up, wiping the blood from his mouth and looking on at the silhouette of the man, stepping just out of the shadow. The shadowy man began to speak, the horrible words leaving his mouth like poisoned darts. Every word resounded around the confines of the room like a tenebrous spectre haunting the very world in which they stood, a wicked and unrelenting persona bent on sucking the life out of the dishevelled and tormented souls who had arrived.

"Name yourselves, speak your class, and your powers, newbies. I don't have time to play around or make friends and be all emotional with you all. I need new recruits for my gang. Join up or die!"

This man had the audacity to speak like that.

The room remained silent after. It was as if the sound of the shadowy man's voice had somehow silenced the cries of all who was in the room. Nonetheless, the Dragon would not allow himself to be denigrated and humiliated by one whom even he did not know. He, Jayden "Dragon" Joyce, Chaos-level Public Enemy and Revolutionary, was not going to so willingly submit to someone hiding so cowardly in the shadow.

The rage seething within him, both at himself and at those who had the gall to do this to him and everybody else, a boiling hot gas trailing from his fingers. Standing to his full height, panting relentlessly, he boomed out through the room, his own voice silencing the dark echoes of the other man's voice.

"I AM THE REVOLUTIONARY, THE DRAGON OF THE TUNDRA, CHAOS LEVEL! AS FOR YOUR GANG, YOU CAN SOD THE HELL OFF!"

[The Rebel Alliances]

Dahlia Case-22 Yrs-Alpha Level

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Heaviness. That is what I felt, I could hardly keep my head up. Suffocating...the collar around my neck. Sweat, that melded my clothes to my body. The stench of a dozen bleeding, beaten and blood crusted prisoners. All of the fumes melded together to resemble some witches brew of a stew of rotten eggs, dead fish and sweaty gym socks and as if it was forced under your nose. My hair was matted to my brow and my eyes scanned the area around me. Most seemed delirious and sedated. As we were aboard of a bus which had seemingly been driving for hours. The handcuffs were unbearably tight on my wrists, making clear imprints on my skin as I forced my head against the seat behind me. I passed a side ways glance at who was in the seat next to me, and I saw a woman with long black hair with a very damaged doll thrown in her lap. I was very surprised she still had it at all. As my eyes moved up her body, just in a natural sizing up maneuver my mind was bombarded with a train of memories. Seeing into the past of the woman beside me.

Darkness...screams...crying...'No Daddy no!! Please! I will be a GOOD girl! No...not the closet!' sobbing....
Days? Hours? Months? Bright flashes, BLINDING flashes! Cries for mercy! 'Please stop!' Brothers....here to help? Wait...what are they doin-? Kicking, screaming, sobbing my cries ignored. They finish...but they....hurt...me....I wont let them hurt me....not anymore...they try to leave...BUT I WONT LET THEM LEAVE! Blood, death....safe...for a while. The lights start again, they hurt me. Another comes...maybe he helps? But he tries to hurt me too! I'll HURT him! He dies, I killed him. Then another, and a third. All men...my father, my brothers, these men....ALL MEN. MEN hurt me. MEN are EVIL! Dont need them, never need them!! More time passes, the darkness comforts now, only the light hurts me alongside men. Escape, kill DADDY! Now......I can....escape...

The memories stopped, and I found myself breathing rapidly. The girl next to me...has killed dozens of men at least. And after what I have seen of her past....I dont blame her. I have never said a word to her, never seen her before. But one look into her eyes and I know her. I never wanted too. Its my....condition. A sickness, I see what I am not supposed to. Despite me knowing these are hallucinations. They are real hallucinations.

I exhaled deeply, knowing I have nothing to fear from the woman, who seems to have a very child like mentality. While physically being a older teenager. About seventeen at least. Hard to tell. I shifted in my seat a little. As I gave a weakened smile to the girl. With nothing else to do. I tried to say something, anything to her. But my throat was a desert. With it dryer than the Sahara no words would escape my parched lips. I need water.

It was then that the bus stopped suddenly, and that the doll in the girls lap shot forward and beneath the seat ahead of her. Without thinking about it, I curled myself down and leaned across of her slightly and stretched my cuffed hands as far as I could, clawing at the dirty left foot of the doll, so as to get it back for the girl. With my ring finger, I clawed the doll closer and closer, until I finally had it in hand firmly, and then sat the doll gently upon her lap.

Looking at her again, I tried to recall her name from the memories. But they come so quickly, so violently that it is rare for me to pick up such details. But in this case I could remember. My throat still as parched as the sands, I managed to mouth the word.

Jacelyn

It was then that the back of the bus doors flew open, and we were all forced from our seats, disoriented and expelled from the bus. I fell hard onto my knees out of the back as I attempted in vain to shield myself with my hands and arms. The fact that I am a woman had no bearing on how hard they hit me. One guard pulled me by the hair and then slapped me viciously back down into the dirt, The sand clinging to the blood and sweat of my clothes. I stayed down, foreseeing that if he thought he knocked me out. He would move on to another. Of course, that was one of just many futures.

However, it was the one that was realized just seconds later, as he moved over to a man, around my age and kicked him in the back of the head. The boy, whose face was already black and blue from prior beatings and covered in blood and cuts fell down only to be pulled back up by the neck. Our collars already having fell off. The man slugged the boy senselessly, the boy made no obvious moves to defend himself. In fact, it seemed as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

But seconds later, as quickly as it began, a obnoxious siren echoed, as the guards heard the signal and the orders from a superior. The piled aboard the bus in which we arrived in, leaving us here to our fates.

Only a minute later, others arrived, another man emerged from the shadows. As he scanned our faces. He bellowed the order for each of us to identify ourselves. But I could not speak, even if I had wanted to. And so I stayed silent, observing everyone else around me.

Dalton Cage-21 Yrs-Alpha Level
My first waking moment was to being thrown off of the bus. I had somehow dozed off while en route to the prison, the automated words of the VI did not even register in my brain. I collapsed on the ground, and before I knew where I was, a guard who had been beating a woman who lay three paces behind me, had moved on to me. Kicking me hard in the back of the head, I knew I had a instant mild concussion. He then grabbed me up by the collar, now free of restraints and proceeded to assail my beaten face. I put on the charade that I was broken, absorbing hit after hit. However, my right had flapped right next to his holster, and as subtle as a pick pocket. I had relieved the man of his pistol, a single magazine loaded. I so badly wanted to turn it against him, but doing so would mean instant death for myself from his allies, and I am not even certain these are lethal rounds, as they could be loaded with rubber bullets. So, I simply tucked the weapon within my garments.

With each hit, it seemed to take an hour. But when the siren had finally summoned the guards away, I knew it must have only been minutes. The guard threw me back and I landed hard on my spine, the air leaving my body as I exhaled involuntarily. The gun driving into my side did not help matters. But, as I was granted a short reprieve, I looked around. My sight slowly making its way to me, as I noticed the automated stars in the sky as well as the faces of some of the other prisoners.

A teenage girl with long white hair. The woman behind me with eyes no man could forget, different colors of red and green. A older man, possibly 30s with glasses and greyish white hair. A younger girl with brazen red hair in pig tails. But the one who stood out the most, was a older man, maybe 40s who I had actually somewhat recognized. I had never met him, but I do recall seeing his face in pictures in the news a couple years back. He...called himself the...Dragon? Thats right, a revolutionary from China. His ability was showcased when he tried to take down the Chinese government in some headlines. The ability to change matter. Although it never mentioned if that included himself, and that is something I will need to discover.

I was certain it was him, I have a photographic memory, and it has never failed me. The fact is that everyone here is either highly dangerous or possible mass murderers. All of them have abilities that set them apart from normal man.

That is all accept me.

I am a normal farm boy from Georgia. Well, as normal as a farm boy from Georgia who is now in the midst of super killers can be. But while Dragon of the Tundra may be a known entity, I do have one advantage, no one here knows me. My file showcases my powers as simply unknown. And no one here will believe that a normal man is in the middle of a large group of homo superiors.

Once a large sculpted man, along with a armed group of the natives arrived to greet us. It was clear they were no more than a gang, like the ones I would fight back in Chicago. The first one to challenge the man was the Dragon. Whom, out of the lot here, is on my RADAR as one to ally with if at all possible. Surely many here are killers, a revolutionary is better company for now at least...than the alternative.

I rose to my feet, on shaky legs but straightened up.

"My name is...Dalton Cage. And that is all you will get from me as not even the government knows the nature of my abilities. So, revealing them to you would only be a waste of time. Of course, I wont need to go full power on a crowd like you." Then briskly I revealed the weapon in which I had pick pocketed from the guard. The barrel of the gun pointed directly at the man who stepped from the shadows.

I then walked beside the Dragon and spoke, while locking eyes with the gang leader.

"You lead Dragon, and I will follow for now. Call it self preservation. Up front I am a excellent marksman." I assured him. As I tried to win my way into his circle, as for a while. I am a very small fish in a very big sea. I may not be a revolutionary, but I am...or intend to be a hero. And if there is one place on God's Green Earth that needs a hero. It is right here...in Eden's Garden.

[Ben M]

Eugene sat quietly leaning against a window. He fought the sedative as hard as he could, counting prime numbers, something that soothed him.

1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13......

His mind reacted sluggishly from the sedative. Luckily he was alpha so they barely gave him any. Looking around at the others there were some heavily drugged up people. CRACK He felt the heavy metal of a baton smash into the side of his face.

"Head down prisoner" was the only explanation he got. Eugene looked the man in the eye, memorizing his face. Then spat at the man's feet, immediately regretting that decision. He received a kick to the groin and 3 smashes to the face. Blood leaked down onto his clothes.

"Do that again and you are dead, cully" The guard walked away towards the front of the bus. Eugene's collar dug into his neck as he leaned against the window again. He had lost count of his primes, so he had to start over.

1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 23, 29, 31......

He stopped. This was pointless. Half the people on the bus could kill him in their sleep. He needed to pay attention, stay awake. The road whipped by and the surrounding countryside flashed as well. A huge ruined city loomed in front of them. Sighing, he reached into his mouth and dislodged a fake tooth. It turned out to be a capsule. He pulled out a picture of a small child with two loving adults, a slightly overweight woman, and a dashing man. HIs parents and him. They were in danger. Since he was a freak, as the population called it, they would be eventually knocked off by the government if he or they did anything wrong. He had to get out, to save them. A tear rolled down his face and mixed with the blood. He put it back in the tooth and the tooth back into his mouth just in time. The bus took a tight turn , throwing Eugene out of his seat into the aisle, costing him another beating. Finally it stopped and he was hoisted up and thrown out off the bus. He landed with a thump and barely managed to stand before another guard beat him down. Eugene was groaning, crying out. No one did anything. Of course they didn't. Luckily the fresh beating was over soon and a loud buzzing sounded. It wasn't loud to eugene, he could barely hear anymore.

Eugene's neck collar popped off of his neck. Surprised, it exploded at his feet. Suddenly a male voice rose over the crowd.
" Name your selves, speak your class and powers newbies. I don't have time to play let's be friends and be all emotional with you all, I need new recruits for my gang. Join up or die!" Eugene couldn't see who spoke or cared. He just stood their miserably and waited for the drug to fully wear off. A silence accompanied him, kindly allowing him to come to his full senses before some random man screamed out like and idiot,

""I AM THE REVOLUTIONARY, THE DRAGON OF THE TUNDRA, CHAOS LEVEL! AS FOR YOUR GANG, YOU CAN SOD THE HELL OFF!""

What an idiot. You don't fight back to their face you dumb fuckhead, you strike back to their back. You might die on your first day. Then again, so might we all.

Finallly, since no one else spoke, eugene sighed and called out, barely croaking aloud as he attempted (Without success) to shove through the crowd.

"I am Dexter, Alpha" Then he realized the man wanted to know his powers. Dexter didn't even know them. Time to make them up. "And I am a super intelligent super human. You name it, I know it." He finally shoved through the crowd and sized up the man who spoke. Defiant and built hard. Dexter would need a minion like that. He extended his bloody arm for a hand shake. The man just looked at him.

"What, scared? Don't be scared to shake my hand, I don't bite, thats dumbness job over here" he pointed to dragon then instantly regretted it. Dragon looked like he was gonna pop a top.

[The Republic of Atria]

Kilian faded in and out of consciousness. Due to the high he was coming off of, he barely felt he "introductory beating." He had been hit harder. Usually by himself when he ran into stuff because he wasn't paying attention. But when the collar popped off, he quickly began to get back on his feet. "Ughhh... Where..." He said and looked around. "Are you SERIOUS? So help me CHRIST. Or rather you all. Do you KNOW who I am!? El Demonio Velocidad! THE SPEED DEMON! Chaos! Or beta. I was high. Bite me." He said almost snarling and his body vibrated side to side. "So. Which one of you stupid bastards think they're fast enough to even get the privilege of touching the Speed Demon?"

Kilian smiled. He used his powers more often than not. It was like, according to one of subordinates, "he lived and breathed speed." And he wasn't talking about meth or Kilian's cocaine addiction. "And I SWEAR. If I don't get some crack soon, I'm going to start cracking skulls. So! Since I'm clearly the one who gives the orders around here, let's face it you idiots are going to regret speaking to me without my permission, you best start thinking about where I can get me some crack! Or this is going to be a very unpleasant experience for everyone! Especially me! I won't have my crack, but most of you won't live long enough to regret not giving it to me."

[Bunkeranlage]

It was barely 10 minutes into the whole ordeal, and already, the Dragon had found himself what seemed to be a new supporter. Definitely not a bad start. Bending over slightly, he whispered to the one who had spoken.

"Stay silent for now. We'll work out something else later…"

By this time, a third person had already introduced himself to the shadowy man, and had also directly insulted the Dragon while at it. This was nothing new; the Dragon had been accused of many things in the past, from recklessness to mental instability. Insults were, as he put it, the only way weak people got along. Under normal circumstances, he would have simply let it go, or maybe singed the person's hair a bit by heating up the vapour in the air. Yet, even the supposed "dumb-ass" knew that this wasn't the time. This time, a quiet notification would do. Turning his head to face the other guy and looking into his eyes squarely, the Dragon smiled wryly.

"Hey kid, relax", he said, with some degree of sardonicism. His voice was enough to reach the other person, yet out of earshot of the shadowy man. "When you've led a revolution against a major world government, you tend to know what you're doing. Believe me, I have everything planned out."

The shadowy man had not replied to his outright rejection of enlistment. From what the Dragon could infer, the other man was probably planning to watch the event unfurl for a bit longer, rather than rush recklessly into killing anybody.

Probably…

[Ben M]

"And I SWEAR. If I don't get some crack soon, I'm going to start cracking skulls. So! Since I'm clearly the one who gives the orders around here, let's face it you idiots are going to regret speaking to me without my permission, you best start thinking about where I can get me some crack! Or this is going to be a very unpleasant experience for everyone! Especially me! I won't have my crack, but most of you won't live long enough to regret not giving it to me."

You have to be kidding me. Please god, tell me that I didn't come here with idiots.

"Hey, crackhead, if You haven't noticed we are in the most secure prison on earth. No one comes in, no one goes out in other words, NO FUCKING CRACK. IDIOT. Just how about you shut up for a few seconds and let mr gang member here (He pointed to the man who wanted them all in his gang) show us around." He looked at the man, who was now rapidly vibrating from side to side.

"Look dude, Maybe some of the people inside have drugs from deals with the guards, but you sure as hell won't find any this close to the entrance. Now just calm down and let us figure out what is going on before we start telling random people to fuck off. Ok?"

He turned to Dragon who had spoken sarcastically and smiled warmly. At least Dragon's spirit wouldn't break. He would need people like that. "Hey, when you own google and take over America you let me know. For now, let someone with brains lead. Your brawn might come in handy later. I'm Dexter, nice to meet you Dragon, thanks for the polite introduction."

Dexter walked over the speedster, speed was going to be useful, "Now I respect what you did in the past Speed Demon, but now you are in prison. Rules change in prison, and the first rule is that new bloods don't speak up. So let us calm down, and listen to gang over here, then decide whether we like him or not. If you killed him ,and you still wouldn't have crack, you would have a hit marker on you. Everyone would be out for your head. You may be fast my friend, but this prison is only so big, and you can't run in your sleep." With that dexter turned mysteriously (He liked to think) and marched over to the rest of the crowd of noobies like himself.

"That goes for everyone. We need to figure what this city is, how it works, and where we fall in it before we do anything stupid." He faced the gang member who had confronted them. "So, once again I am I am Dexter, Alpha, SuperSmarts, This is The Speed Demon, I think he is Chaos, He runs fast, (He pointed to Dragon, That is Dragon, I assume Chaos, He can go Gaseous I believe? Didn't pay too much attention to his files. There rest I could name if I had a computer and access to cell signal. We would be delighted to be shown around by you and then decide whether we like your gang or not, if you refuse, well my control over Speed Demon, Dragon and the others is tenuous, so maybe they might just kill you. Whatcha Say?"

Dexter crossed his arms.

[Masimino]

Marcus D'Angelo

Marcus was sleeping in the bus, head leaning on the window, dreaming about his family, about his brother. He blamed himself for his brother's death, he tried to save his life, but he didn't, but he could have. He remembered the fire in the building, how the smoke almost didn't affect him at all, it was weird at the time, until he realized his powers. He could have saved him, but he didn't, and for that, he always felt sad and pessimistic about everything, or in other words, realistic.

He was suddenly awoken, falling onto another inmate with the same collar he had. Then the guards started beating them, everyone of them, including himself. The guard beat him with a pistol, but he didn't flinch at all, slightly breaking the gun actually. The guard was surprised, and soon, he gave up and moved to another one, where he continued to beat the person. Guard after guard tried to beat him with their pistols, some even shooting at him, but Thankfully,his powers help him get through it without a scratch, a few bruises maybe, but at least not bloodied like the others. The guards then drugged him, which disoriented him a bit, and eventually knocked him out.

The next time he woke up, he still felt dizzy, which blurred his vision and other instincts. Then the collar dropped on the floor, and he stood to see other prisoners waking and standing up, going through the same process he experienced. He saw a shadowy man, a man with a voice of pride and confidence, threatening everyone to join his gang or he'll kill them. Marcus wasn't convinced, not one bit, and even wanted to grin when someone said.
"I AM THE REVOLUTIONARY, THE DRAGON OF THE TUNDRA, CHAOS LEVEL! AS FOR YOUR GANG, YOU CAN SOD THE HELL OFF!"

Marcus thought nothing of it, but he knew he had to follow the 'rules', if there are any, if he wanted to survive. He's strong and fast, but that's about it, anything else can be a weakness to him. He moved through the crowd, subtly showing his powers by shoving other prisoners away, and said a bit loudly "Marcus D'Angelo, Beta Class, and about my powers" he cut, then continued "Super Strength and Durability" he said bluntly

After publicly saying his powers, he overhead other prisoners saying their powers. One was a smart guy, hopefully not wise guy too. Another was a 'speed demon', faster than him, but he couldn't care less. The dragon, he could fuck off for all what Marcus cares, he didn't give a damn to anyone but himself, no one but him, himself and He. We're just starting off and everyone wants to kill each other, Marcus will enjoy, very much.

[The Republic of Atria]

"I've burned down... At least 4 prisons. Give me a week and this place will be at my feet. Then I will FIND some, even if I have to beat it out of someone." He said and looked at the others who were under the impression that he was going to calm down. The Speed Demon doesn't do calm. "OR. We could kill these idiots, take over their gang, kill everyone who has the bright idea of trying to stop us. And by us I mean me. I've lead bigger tough and SMARTER-" He said loud enough for the shadowy man to hear, -"Gangs than this dipshit." He said. "Fair warning. I've never been touched. Phrasing. Now. Who wants more broken bones than intact ones?! Numbers don't mean shit! I've taken on dozens! I AM THE GODDAMNED SPEED DEMON! THE FASTEST BASTARD TO EVER LIVE!"

[Ben M]

OR. We could kill these idiots, take over their gang, kill everyone who has the bright idea of trying to stop us. And by us I mean me. I've lead bigger tough and SMARTER-" He said loud enough for the shadowy man to hear, -"Gangs than this dipshit." He said. "Fair warning. I've never been touched. Phrasing. Now. Who wants more broken bones than intact ones?! Numbers don't mean shit! I've taken on dozens! I AM THE GODDAMNED SPEED DEMON! THE FASTEST BASTARD TO EVER LIVE!"

Eugene slapped his face. "Jesus Christ, I am surrounded by idiots." Turning to Marcus he said, "Give me a second mr Strongman I will get to you, hopefully those muscles don't dissuade those brains" He turned to the speed demon, speaking calmly, "Dude, I know you have lead smarter gangs, and I doubt we will join these dispirits, they are obviously a weak gang if they are trying to recruit noobs like us. However, they obviously know the prison pretty well since they were the first to find us. Now, run some laps or something while I try to negotiate with this man ok? Because once again, numbers don't mean shit, you are right, especially when hey cut your throat in your sleep. So, I understand that you can't chill, its fine, I know what adhd is like, but try to stay quiet."

He turned to the strong man, "Same goes to you dude. We need to figure out what to do, and beating up a random ganglier won't get us anywhere. I respect your strength, but right now we need subtlety, but I bet your strength will come in handy soon."

[Masimino]

Marcus D'Angelo
Marcus overheard the so called 'speed demon' about burning prisons and about not being calm. Marcus doesn't like this guy, others will probably try recruit the 'speed demon', but as long as that guy doesn't mess with Marcus, Marcus won't mess with him. When 'Eugene' talked to him about trying to figure what to do, he didn't like it, but even he knew he needed help surviving a place like this shit hole, but he didn't like how he talked about he used his strength without using his brain. To him, it was almost an insult, so he bluntly said "I ain't no 'Strongman', but I get the point, and I also don't like how you talk, you want my help? Control the speed freak, and I'll PROBABLY help you, bur for now, don't give me orders"

[Ben M]

Marcus D'Angelo
To him, it was almost an insult, so he bluntly said "I ain't no 'Strongman', but I get the point, and I also don't like how you talk, you want my help? Control the speed freak, and I'll PROBABLY help you, bur for now, don't give me orders"

Dexter gave a quick salute.

"Finally a voice of reason! Alright brains, glad to have you on my side. Name is Dexter, you said you were Marcus? Good name, it fits you. Marcus Aurelies was on of the smartest Roman emperors. He wrote some great books on philosophy and commanded the largest empire in the world. I see the resemblance. Not only that but Marcus Cicero was another genius. Glad to have you with me. Don't call him a freak by the way, we are all freaks to everyone but each other. We are all we have, and calling each other freak won't get us anywhere. So Mr Speed Demon, if you just relax I will try to get you some crack, ok? If you can't relax, run some laps or something."

[The Republic of Atria]

OR. We could kill these idiots, take over their gang, kill everyone who has the bright idea of trying to stop us. And by us I mean me. I've lead bigger tough and SMARTER-" He said loud enough for the shadowy man to hear, -"Gangs than this dipshit." He said. "Fair warning. I've never been touched. Phrasing. Now. Who wants more broken bones than intact ones?! Numbers don't mean shit! I've taken on dozens! I AM THE GODDAMNED SPEED DEMON! THE FASTEST BASTARD TO EVER LIVE!"

Eugene slapped his face. "Jesus Christ, I am surrounded by idiots." Turning to Marcus he said, "Give me a second mr Strongman I will get to you, hopefully those muscles don't dissuade those brains" He turned to the speed demon, speaking calmly, "Dude, I know you have lead smarter gangs, and I doubt we will join these dispirits, they are obviously a weak gang if they are trying to recruit noobs like us. However, they obviously know the prison pretty well since they were the first to find us. Now, run some laps or something while I try to negotiate with this man ok? Because once again, numbers don't mean shit, you are right, especially when hey cut your throat in your sleep. So, I understand that you can't chill, its fine, I know what adhd is like, but try to stay quiet."

He turned to the strong man, "Same goes to you dude. We need to figure out what to do, and beating up a random ganglier won't get us anywhere. I respect your strength, but right now we need subtlety, but I bet your strength will come in handy soon."

"Sleep?! The Demon never rests!" It was half true. Kilian slept a few times a week, but that was because he was typically on a crack induced marathon. "Stay QUIET?! You're lucky I don't run counterclockwise and suck the oxygen right out of your lungs! See you boss me around with collapsed lungs. Or on the inside of an f5 tornado. Who do you think DID that? Tornadoes don't hit Columbia! I get you think you're in charge. But you're not smart guy. It's dog eat dog. And I bet once I kick up a few tornadoes, these fuckers will see that I am a FORCE OF NATURE! Everything around me will BURN! Starting-" He pointed at the shadowy man. "-With him. Either help me, or stay out of my way! It's time these people learned some respect for their betters! Or more specifically, ME!"

He turned to the what could be called a mountain of muscle. Someone who would likely crush a skull or two. Kilian didn't like these people. They all wanted to slow him down! He doesn't do slow. He doesn't do calm, and he certainly doesn't answer to anyone but himself.

[Ben M]

-With him. Either help me, or stay out of my way! It's time these people learned some respect for their betters! Or more specifically, ME!"

Dexter wished he could crack this man in the skull.

"Listen once and for all, You are right, it is a dog eat dog world, and we are all puppies right now. Soon, we can get us too become rottweileirs. If you can't wait then leave us, if not then maybe you could go be annoying over there" He pointed to the back of the pack. "Killing this man won't get you anywhere. At all."

[Masimino]

Marcus D'Angelo
Marcus grunted, but at least one of the inmates had some sense, albeit with a weird one, especially 'Dexter'. He looked at the guy, and knew he was a 'genius', hopefully not a boastful one. When Dexter compared him to other people, particularly some Roman Emperor, and another Roman guy he didn't know, he didn't really feel anything, almost blank and simply stared at Dexter. Then he said "Freak is actually a euphemistic word to me, at least I didn't call him asshole or bitch, but hey, since you're the genius, I'll keep calm, for now". He was about done when he added "By the Way, it's just Marcus, not brains or strongman, MARCUS" when suddenly, Speedy Gonzales started talking like a maniac, saying stuff about being super fast and uncontrollable, he stood to look at the 'Speed Demon' and said "Hey, you want to fight? Well, let's see how fast you can run lil man!"

(OOC: Guys, it's 10 pm here, I'll reply one more time then go to sleep)

[Ben M]

Marcus D'Angelo
"Hey, you're not the only fast guy here, you want to fight? Well, let's see how fast you can run lil man!"

"NOO! This is the worst thing that could be happening right now! We cannot fight amongst each other. We need to stand strong, or we will all go under. I appreciate the help Marcus, but we all need to calm down and unite as one."

[Bunkeranlage]

The Dragon was not one to have his intelligence insulted. After all, he had had to plan out many elaborate strategies to steal, flee, destroy and decimate people and organisations since the age of 15, definitely not the life of any ordinary teen. Then again, he had recently led a failed coup d'état against a major government, and a very embarrassing one at that. Perhaps this smart aleck had a point. Perhaps it was best not to drive the nail deeper into the wall, not with the others in a big uproar over who was the smartest of them all.

At this point in time, the Dragon considered that the best option was to be silent and let the others argue to their hearts content. The man in the shadows may have been tolerant of the screaming and fighting, but nobody knew if that was going to last. Besides, there was only so much one could do with his hands clamped tightly behind one's back, especially if one's powers had been neutralised.

Ignoring the commotion that was going on around him, the Dragon simply smiled a sarcastic smile to himself, sitting down and crossing his legs, his eyes closed. His appearance would likely give any untrained eye the impression that he was at best deep in thought, at worst daydreaming. Yet, he was as alert as ever, eyes closed and all. The Dragon's full decade of martial arts training wasn't about to fail him then, even if his control over matter did. Sitting quietly in the midst of all the commotion, he began to take in his surroundings calmly, with his other senses.

Ah, it seems my mouth has stopped bleeding. That's good. At the moment, it's pretty obvious they're still arguing. Can't tell anything about the shadowy feckface, though.

[Drakmah]

On the Bus, Shane

Shane sat sullenly as he waited for the bus to arrive. He had no tragic tale of capture, no heroic last ditch attempt to reminisce about as the bus tumbled on, bringing him to a whole new world filled with people who would want to kill him, but also, he hoped, would be people who could use his services.

Having disabled his collar as soon as they put in on him, using his powers to rearrange the mechanism so it couldn't administer the toxin, while still leaving it so it would still look functional until someone took another look. He wanted to keep it, hoping to use it to make something inside the prison. He used his power to access the whole function of the collar and found an elaborate explosive laced on the inside. He disabled it by safely removing and rearranging a few of the triggers, hoping not to have his head blown off.

As the bus continued his thoughts drifted to his arrest. It wasn't anything exciting, having walked into the police headquarters with the helmet as proof. The had arrested him as he destroyed it, not wanting anyone to have access to the power of his technology. They has taken him into custody and placed him into padded room, not wanting him near any technology that he could re-purpose. After a few days of complete boredom they has dragged him out and pushed him on the bus with the collar, placing him where he was now.

As the bus pulled up into the prison he sighed, knowing these first few days would be hell.

Garden of Eden, Front yard, Shane

As the doors opened and the bus tilted he fell out the back just like everyone else. His vision swam as disorientation took over him as all of the prisoners fell on top of each other. When he hit he landed on someone else and rolled down their back, grunting as he rolled under the bus and hit the tires. He slowly recovered his bearings as a tone sounded. He wasn't really sure what happened next but he thought he made out the guards beating the new prisoners, causing him to stay still in an attempt to remain hidden to avoid the beating. Once the second tone sounded he crawled out from under the bus, grabbing the collar from the ground, while others had exploded his little adjustments had been enough to keep it in tack, and he quickly pocketed it. As he emerged from the underside of the bus, he hoped the nasty bruise on his cheek from where he hit the tire was enough to dispel suspicion about his dodging of the beating.

He rose up and looked around. His now cleared vision focused on the shadowy man as he spoke.

"Name your selves, speak your class and powers newbies. I don't have time to play let's be friends and be all emotional with you all, I need new recruits for my gang. Join up or die!"

He waited for those who found the statement against their honor to speak up and single themselves out for further torment before sliding around to the front, hoping that conformity would allow him to set himself up. He followed the lead of the smaller kid, the smart one, and spoke up.

"Names Shane and i have a power classification of Chaos, and i can assemble, disassemble, and rearrange mechanical structures."

He then pulled out the collar, hoping a demonstration would increase his chances of acceptance. He turned and tossed the collar in the air in front of the man, his power activating and suspending it into the air. He closed his eyes as his vision became that of blueprints, mapping the entire list of parts within the collar, he quickly named out loud a list of parts he would need for his rearrangement, checking to make sure they were all there. Once he was sure the rearrangement would work he positioned all the parts and quickly assembled them. The final product resembled a gun, with a the small, toxin filled vial sticking out.

"There's only one shot as the collar only had one needle, but put any toxin inside this chamber and shoot, and the needle will shoot from the gun carrying it. It has a guaranteed range of 10 feet and a maximum range of 25 before the needle looses the force to piece the skin. While im not sure if gifts are normal in here, maybe ill start a trend." He said as he laid the gun in his hand sideways and held it out toward the gang leader.

[Ben M]

[size=150] He said as he laid the gun in his hand sideways and held it out toward the gang leader.

Eugene's mouth dropped open. Quickly he grabbed the gun from Shane's hand.

"While your power might be awesome the first rule of prison is to NEVER give away any weapons." He passed it back Shane. "Besides, I am going to need the transmitters later so that I can possibly hack this damn prison. Shane, it would be a great help if you let me do the negotiating and help Brai-Marcus and I here control Speed Demon and negotiate a way tog et some information from this gang fucker, who by now has probably already called his gang in to kill us. We need to move fast. Marcus come here."

He went up to Marcus and whispered in His ear "Grab the gang Guy, lets restrain him and get him to lead us around. What do you think of that plan?"

[Bunkeranlage]

As the people around the room clamoured and fought verbally with each other, the Dragon sat in the middle of it all, cross legged, eyes closed, deeply taking in his surroundings. However, as time went by, as more people joined in the fighting, his breathing grew more and more agitated as he bit into his lip. Before long, he could not take it any more and, turning to Dexter (who was the closest to him), the Dragon hissed, just out of earshot of the shadowy man.

"Tell those bastards to shut up!" he said harshly. "I'm betting that not a single one of them has ever spent a night in a Maximum Security prison. Why else do you think I made myself stick out like a sore fecking thumb?" Clearing his throat of leftover, coagulated blood, the Dragon turned back to Dexter, continuing in his hushed, hissing voice, "That's right; so that I, the one who can take the damage, will get the majority of it! I'm not going to let those morons die in here, so tell them to shut their bloody mouths, lest my "madness spree" be in total freaking vain!"

With that, he turned his head back to the front, closing his eyes again and gradually calming his breathing back down to the relaxed puffing that it was before.

[Equalsun Empire]

Arrival in Eden's Garden

Veris Eldenian jolted awake, hitting his head on the side of the bus while struggling to consciousness. Around him, other, older superhumans sat and slept in their seats, and to his surprise he knew a few of them. Even through the drug-induced haze he could recognize Dexter, who had taken over his country and ruled through Google. And... was it the Speed Demon? He thought so, but he wasn't sure. The only clip he'd seen of him was the arrest; it had made national headlines for a day. And something about that middle-aged man was familiar... but he was coming up blank on him. As for the rest of the bus, he had no idea who they were.

Suddenly the bus stopped, nearly throwing Veris out of his seat. With an effort of will he stayed in the relative safety of its confines, however; he had seen another kid beaten senseless for the same thing earlier. From outside the bus he heard a PA system announcing their arrival, but the drugs were so disorienting that he couldn't tell what it was saying. Suddenly the doors flew open and guards yanked the superhumans out, each landing on the hard ground outside the bus. Then the beatings began. Veris got off easier than most, having had a massive superhuman fall on top of him. He started counting. 10... 20... 30... then finally a guard rolled his makeshift shield off of him, raising his baton high.

Veris simply lied limp, relaxing his muscles and keeping his cries to himself. Bullies loved to see your pain. He'd had practice with this in elementary and middle school. The baton came down again and again while Veris retreated to the safety of his deepest thoughts. It hurt less not to fight... It'll be over soon... Oh god, the pain... and then it was over. A shrill siren ravaged his musician's ears and the guard suddenly stopped the abuse, a frightened look coming over his face as he raced to the bus, jumping in as the door closed and racing away. Typical.

Veris slowly stood, checking to make sure nothing was broken. He could already see the bruises forming along his arms, legs, and torso, but otherwise he was fine. With an electric *click* the collar came off as well, rolling in two halves along the ground. His vision brightened gradually as his darkness vision came back, bringing everything into exquisite detail. As he was getting ready to start conversation with the weird-eyed girl near him when suddenly he saw something in the shadows. Movement. A moment later a man who had a startlingly similar appearance to a movie villain of the early century stepped from the shadows where he had been hiding, almost snarling out the phrase "Name your selves, speak your class and powers newbies. I don't have time to play let's be friends and be all emotional with you all, I need new recruits for my gang. Join up or die!"

Veris mumbled "Nice to meet you too..." and was about to give a cynical response before someone shouted at the top of their lungs "I AM THE REVOLUTIONARY, THE DRAGON OF THE TUNDRA, CHAOS LEVEL! AS FOR YOUR GANG, YOU CAN SOD THE HELL OFF!" Oh, so that was it; he knew he was familiar. Veris had been on an "educational" trip to China when the revolution had happened, and had looked it up when the internet wasn't censored. Nice to know there were many cuddly people here. His attention was then grabbed by the girl next to him, introducing herself as Dahlia Case. And joy, she could read minds. Veris made a mental note not to get too near her; he didn't want to give her nightmares or ammunition against him.

The one who really made him mad was the Speed Demon. A druggie, completely full of himself... this was the type of person Veris removed for the good of mankind. When he started screaming threats and demanding drugs Veris snapped. Reaching out to the shadows beside the Speedster, he started wrapping dark hands around his legs, clawing upwards, dozens of shady appendages grasping upwards towards his neck. This should put him in his place, Veris thought, trying to mimic a horrified expression as he controlled their progress. If only this man weren't so powerful... he would kill him.

But the one named Dexter obviously wanted everyone to live and exist as one big happy family, so he'd oblige and just scare the crap out of people until they lined up behind Brains over there. That was his best chance of getting out, he reasoned. If a charismatic, super intelligent mastermind had a gang of superhumans at his disposal, there was nothing he couldn't do.

[BlackDeath27]

The man cocked a smile at the little show the newbies where putting on. He almost straight up laughed as they were bickering amongst themselves. Though he had to keep his pose at this moment the major leaders may try and take the fresh meat from him, and he need new recruits to survive this city." Well Dragon if you want to do as you please go right ahead. Just know I will kill you when you least expect it. The name is Zero, chaos level. My power is none of your business at the moment. Now for the rest of you I would offer a hand to help you but I not allowed to touch you until the prist and priestess come and clean you all up. If you want to join my crew for life insurance I'll be at the mako Hotel a few blocks down. With that the man dissapered into the crowed, but not before dropping the temperature in the air by ten degrees. Thinking to himself the man said " they'll kill each other before the days up. The boss will be mad I came back empty handed."

Alexis

Alexis body stung with bruises and in certain places beld crimson. Pressing her palms against the ground in a attempt to stand while the drug was still coursing through her veins. The moment the collar came off a high pitched wail mix with a wolfs howl erupted from the young girl's lips. A severe burning sensation in the left calf was the sorce of the crying. As the others seem to be attempting negotiations she proceeded to examine her wound closely. Seating cross legged on the cold concrete street the girl lodged her index finger into the wound allowing a small whimper to escape. After about ten seconds of fiddling with the inside of the wound she found what was causing her so distress. Using the finger as a claw Alexis dislodged the bullet from its entry point with blood follow like a clingy child. The Crimson liquid was becoming very tantalizing while it sat on the ground at her feet. Struggling to get up she looked around the area a few times before she felt extremely famished.

Everyone looked delicious, at this point blood was blood. Without warning or any signs of attacking other then the obvious drooling she pounced onto the nearest bystander knocking him down. The man was surprised at first but didn't deny the woman on top of him. Tucking her hands inside of his assassin creed shirt with her full strength it ripped wide open exposing eveything from the neck to the waist. A smile crossed the mans lips as he was thinking it was a form of sexual interest. Only to realize to late the fangs the girl had were tearing out his Adams apple out of his throat allowing him to drown in a pool of blood. As blood spewed from the man Alexis bathed and drunk from the never ending crimson fountain. Not noticing the smile on her face the girl finished her meal which help her calf heal.

The crowed parted as she walked back to the group of comedians. The moment she arrived the man who said join or die had already left the town square. Taking a deep breath of the new city Alexis smelled as the smell of blood which still covered parts of her face and hair." Well how did the negotiations go everyone?"

[Ben M]

Dexter turned to dragon.

"I share your sentiment tiger, but a please would have been nice."

He cupped his hands and shouted out.

"Ok guys, we need to calm down and get organized. Officially Marcus and I going to take command right now. We need action, so all of you line up. I need to know all your names and powers if we are going to get a grip on ourselves. Single file now, and if any of you want to act like speedy gonzales you can leave now!" He turned to Marcus as he heard movement of his 'peers' behind him.

"Grab the gang guy" He whispered. He cussed when he realized he had disappeared. Turning to Dragon he rolled his eyes, "Ok mr zen, since I know who you are you can stay seated. But I would appreciate your help getting some control." He turned back to the prisoners hoping they were in line. And saw some girl with fangs.

"Oh great, now fairy tales are coming true and we have a vampire. Thanks for killing someone we could have needed jack ass. Now please get in line and state your name and power. We need organization or we are ALL going to die, even speedy, as for negotiations the fucking ass hole left before we could use him. Thanks to speedy and our bickering. This is why we need organization so lets get this all sorted out." Dexter was enjoying this, he never had this much attention, even back at google.

[The Republic of Atria]

Dexter turned to dragon.

"I share your sentiment tiger, but a please would have been nice."

He cupped his hands and shouted out.

"Ok guys, we need to calm down and get organized. Officially Marcus and I going to take command right now. We need action, so all of you line up. I need to know all your names and powers if we are going to get a grip on ourselves. Single file now, and if any of you want to act like speedy gonzales you can leave now!" He turned to Marcus as he heard movement of his 'peers' behind him.

"Grab the gang guy" He whispered. He cussed when he realized he had disappeared. Turning to Dragon he rolled his eyes, "Ok mr zen, since I know who you are you can stay seated. But I would appreciate your help getting some control." He turned back to the prisoners hoping they were in line. And saw some girl with fangs.

"Oh great, now fairy tales are coming true and we have a vampire. Thanks for killing someone we could have needed jack ass. Now please get in line and state your name and power. We need organization or we are ALL going to die, even speedy."

"SPEEDY GONZALES?! That's racist as all get out. I'm half white and half Hispanic asshole! Which means you're being DOUBLE racist. Me? Die? I plan on burning through another 9 lives! I'm only here because I didn't get enough coke! I SWEAR. If there's some in this hellhole and someone is HIDING it form me, I WILL TEAR THIS PLACE IN HALF. Starting with..." He trailed off not having any idea what the place was like. "Somewhere!" He said and smelled his shirt for any traces of the drug left. Of which there was none. "OKay! Okay... Gimme a second..." He said and began to vibrate more violently than the first time. But after a second or so he dropped to his knees with a blood nose. "Great. You've got like... 5 or maybe 10 minutes before I start going through mood swings again. If you want my help, you'd better make it quick."

[Bunkeranlage]

With a cruel grin on his face, the Dragon looked up at the man, whom he now had a name to slap on: Zero, also a Chaos Level. Adhering strictly to that definition, it would mean that a battle between the two under normal circumstances would certainly result in an indubitable draw, despite him not knowing what the other's power was. As a result of the failed coup's news coverage, it was pretty certain that Zero already knew what his power was.

Still, though, knowing about a power was not the same as being able to defeat someone with said power, though it certainly improved one's chances.

Despite the horrible, ominous feeling that was churning within his gut that came with the knowledge that he would most likely be singled out first, the Dragon was able to maintain his cold, sardonic appearance when communicating in front of these people. As of now, only Dexter had seen his true side.

"So", he muttered, half to himself and half to the others in the room, bar Zero. "It appears we've got another Chaos Level down here with us…"

It was apparent that Dexter was beginning to do the work. As he sat down, he could hear the struggling behind, and his new friend's "kind" request for him to help. Turning his head to look squarely at Dexter, he said darkly, "Don't you worry. I have this covered".

That particular moment, one of the other troublemakers (a self proclaimed "Speed Demon"), caught the eye of the Dragon. "Hey, little boy", he said sarcastically. "So you can run really fast now, can you?" He glared at him fiercely, his face shadowed ominously, but his grin still visible. That moment, the Speed Demon's face was contorted hideously, melting away and dripping onto the floor as a beige, viscous liquid. Before long, however, the liquid gasified, before forming the face of the Speed Demon and latching back onto his head, the terrified countenance shocked beyond expression.

"Let this be a warning to you", he growled, throwing shadowed, darkened glares at the others. "Treat each other with respect, because we don't know how long we're going to be together."