Of Men and Titans Book III (IC)

[Novia Soviet Socialist Republic]

Middle District
Johnson's Antique Store

The darkness. It was perfect and nobody expected a thing, especially at an Antique store. Nobody would think of a heist going on there. Though the strange thing was, these robbers weren't after cash or valuable antiques, no. They were after a simple crystal ball that occasionally went all cloudy when you touched it. Nothing really that magical, most thought it was just some weird ball filled with a weird chemical that went fancy when someone touched it. Little did the owner of the shop know what he had really got his hands on.

The shop keeper was at his counter looking at a newspaper with the headlines 'Tensions rise between the Lower and Upper District' which didn't seem like big news. The shop keeper heard his door open from the door handle being pushed down, the sound of wind blowing in and the high pitch tingling of the bell. He looked up to see...nothing? It's like nobody walked in or maybe someone was sneaking about. The shop keeper closed the paper and looked around with a cautious facial expression, staying dead quiet and listening for any sounds of footsteps "Hello? Is someone there?" He called out into the shop. He got no answer and proceeded to come from behind the counter, pulling a revolver out as he did.

He heard the floor boards creek to the left of him, prompting him to cock the hammer on his revolver back and quickly point it in that direction to see absolutely nothing "Who's there?" He called out again before walking back over to his counter and picking his phone up "I'll call the cops!" He yelled out once again, this time sounding a bit scared and angry at the same time. Before he could turn to face the phone, he heard a growl before he felt a hand grab onto his neck, two feet dig into his stomach and a cold stinging feeling digging into his chest. He turned to face his assailant. It was some sort of creature, something he had never seen before.

Before he could pull the revolver up, he watched helplessly as the creature pulled the crudely made short sword out of his chest and sliced his throat open, causing him to fall to the floor holding onto his neck as he bled and choked on his own blood. The creature stood around 3 foot tall and was black, dry skinned, had a mouth filled with large canine teeth as well as bleach white eyes. It sneered before looking around the shop, trying to find the crystal ball. He had the blood to activate it, now he had to find it.

[Charmera]

"Holy shit there's a rocket, get out of the way!" Hunter yelled as he lunged to the ground. Jessica ducked down as the rocket hit the wall, raining down debris on the ground. Jessica threw 4 more fireballs as Hunter fired more bursts from his P90.

"Cover me!" Hunter said as he hopped over his cover and ran to the group of soldiers with his gun firing. Jessica threw three more fireballs behind cover then get to another cover closer to the soldiers while throwing more fireballs.

"Cover me while I reload the recoilless rifle! Jack, get that bastard who's coming near us with that bullet spitting hose!" Ordered Dunn, as he knelt down on his knees, starting the lengthy process of reloading the cumbersome weapon.

"You got it, I'm going to show you why I was ranked a sharpshooter." Boasted Jack, as he aimed his M1 Carbine, adjusting his sights just above muzzle flash of the weapon his opponent. During his time in the Order, he had studied the human parameters extensively, allowing him to know where the vitals are.

I'm going to blow your goddamn head off! Thought Jack, a smile appearing on his lips, his finger slowly pulling the trigger of his weapon. The tip of the sight was now where the head should be, even with the low powered .30 Carbine, it should be sufficient enough to kill anyone with a direct headshot at this range.

BANG!

Rachel
Rachel raised an eyebrow as Mike paid for her bill. She then smiled and shook her head, she could guess what he was trying to do, but she wouldn't call him out on it...Not if I could get more free meals she thought to herself half jokingly. She then turned her thoughts to the job, working here would pay reasonably and she hadn't found any other jobs open. Though she was unsure what sort of position would be open here. "A job here does sounds good, what sort of position would be open?" she asked curiously, she didn't mind too much what she had to do, as long as she got a steady paycheck.

"Since you're bringing the topic up Mike and she's asking, I guess I have no other choice but to giver her an answer." Said Corporal, crossing his arms, looking at Rachel with a serious tone.

"The only open spot we have is for another waiter, waitress, since we only have one. It's wage would be $30 an hour, not much compared to the bigger places in the higher districts, but it's something." Continued Corporal, finally answering her question.

She paused, considering the offer. He was right, it wasn't much compared to the upper districts fancy restaurants, but it would probably be the best she could find. Besides, she liked this place, the people were friendly and it would probably be better than he last job...

"Alright, sounds like a good deal, and I do really need a job. When do I start working?" she asked, hoping it wasn't today, she still hadn't gotten rid of her headache.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Both brothers were nothing but surprised at everything they'd seen, and felt like they had nothing to say.
Matt wanted to snap and say, "I knew it!", but no.. If Mitchell was quiet, then he had to be too.
But then he saw the pervert. Up there, floating. He was about to curse at him, but then the bikers came.
Mitchell glanced at him. Here comes some fun.
Mitchell looked pretty freaked out when Damien's head went the other way around, but he didn't seem too worried as usual.
The bastards shot and shot, but they didn't realize how their bullets were being burnt a few inches from the twins. But since Mitchell wasn't expecting them to do something yet, he took two shots. One to his shoulder, and another to his right thigh. He staggers forward, wracked with pain. Furious about his brother's injuries, Matt lunges forward at one of the shooters only to miss his kill. Someone else had hit him. He skids to a stop, then quickly chooses another target. He heads for that guy, and grabs his head. With one hand. He jumps up and makes an arc over the man's head and violently snaps it backwards. Mitchell, after a few seconds of grasping what had happened to him begins to react violently as well. Another thug aims for his head with a pipe hoping to crack his skull, unfortunately for him, the lead pipe melts in his hands. He drops to the ground, screaming in pain. While he was doing that, Mitchell rises in front of him and burns him alive.

There was screaming.
And anguish.
These guys had crossed over into a pool of sharks and were being mercilessly punished for it.

And a part of him was enjoying it.

''What the....'' gasped one of the punks as he repeatedly shot Damien through the chest, his heart racing in fear after his target healed from every shot.
''WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!'' he shouted before--

CLICK!

''Look who's ran out of bullets....'' he smiled.

The street punk ran, for he could hear the wings of death flying above him.

BANG!

His leg was caught with a bullet and lost his balance.
Before he could hit the ground he was instantly incinerated with the rest of his fallen crusaders of crime.

[Saestea]

Both brothers were nothing but surprised at everything they'd seen, and felt like they had nothing to say.
Matt wanted to snap and say, "I knew it!", but no.. If Mitchell was quiet, then he had to be too.
But then he saw the pervert. Up there, floating. He was about to curse at him, but then the bikers came.
Mitchell glanced at him. Here comes some fun.
Mitchell looked pretty freaked out when Damien's head went the other way around, but he didn't seem too worried as usual.
The bastards shot and shot, but they didn't realize how their bullets were being burnt a few inches from the twins. But since Mitchell wasn't expecting them to do something yet, he took two shots. One to his shoulder, and another to his right thigh. He staggers forward, wracked with pain. Furious about his brother's injuries, Matt lunges forward at one of the shooters only to miss his kill. Someone else had hit him. He skids to a stop, then quickly chooses another target. He heads for that guy, and grabs his head. With one hand. He jumps up and makes an arc over the man's head and violently snaps it backwards. Mitchell, after a few seconds of grasping what had happened to him begins to react violently as well. Another thug aims for his head with a pipe hoping to crack his skull, unfortunately for him, the lead pipe melts in his hands. He drops to the ground, screaming in pain. While he was doing that, Mitchell rises in front of him and burns him alive.

There was screaming.
And anguish.
These guys had crossed over into a pool of sharks and were being mercilessly punished for it.

And a part of him was enjoying it.

''What the....'' gasped one of the punks as he repeatedly shot Damien through the chest, his heart racing in fear after his target healed from every shot.
''WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!'' he shouted before--

CLICK!

''Look who's ran out of bullets....'' he smiled.

The street punk ran, for he could hear the wings of death flying above him.

BANG!

His leg was caught with a bullet and lost his balance.
Before he could hit the ground he was instantly incinerated with the rest of his fallen crusaders of crime.

Mitchell was extremely angry, tightly clenching his fist over his shoulder. Strangely, a deep heatwave could be felt around him. Car tyres burst, glass windows fell in, and anything that could melt started to do so. Even Matthew began to get burnt. Hurriedly, he pulled Damien closer to himself and formed a void over the two of them.
"Stay out there any longer and we'll burn up." he said patting off a piece of his shirt that had been singed.
Soon the corpses, the bikes, lampposts, benches, and even bystanders were burnt completely. Mitchell was on his knees trembling and sweating.
"Had enough of this.. For tonight..." he muttered.

[Charmera]

Hunter was hit in the head and fell down. "NOOO!" Jessica yelled but then stopped, she already know Hunter's power of health regeneration and decides to stay back and throw more fireballs then duck down behind cover. In any second Hunter will get back up and resume the fight. Jessica continued to wait and threw more fireballs but it seems like Hunter isn't getting up. Fearing that Hunter dies, Jessica decides to surrender but then and idea crept into her mind. She got back up and throw more fireballs at the enemy locations before ducking down, waiting for her plan to kick in.

Sound entered the creatures peace,

the sounds of conflict.

It withdrew from the thing, standing as it's self left the thing, it's appendages withdrawing back into it's self. It was still a little on high from the experience, to the point of feeling near invincible. For such a reason it began walking in the direction of the noise, curious, imagining that another such thing as that which she slew awaited to be vanquished. She was after a thrill, the feeling of being alive. It quickened it's pace, wanting this feeling, this filler to last.

The Madness continued in its pace, the shuffle now uniform, no tripping and no breaks. The Madness just needed some time walking after spending so long sitting in the asylum. He was closer to the thing he wanted to find, he could feel it was only a walk away. Unfortunately what the Madness did not realize was his aura of Madening whispers was in range of the thing he was after, and several humans nearby. Fortunately however for now they weren't too close to the Madness, so the effects were limited. Perhaps they would hear odd whispers or their hands would begin to shake slightly. Maybe they would begin seeing things in the shadows or begin to find it hard to recall odd things, like their comrades names or the reason they were down here. There's no predicting what could happen, however this was only a taste of what was to come.

Its a warning, a warning that something wicked this way comes...

Shame, he had not thought of a name for her yet...

[Rynagria]

Fall Harbor
"Gotcha!" Exclaimed Jack, as he lowered the sight from his right eye and grinned with extreme glee, having seen the explosion of blood as he hit his target.

"But this fight ain't over yet, soon it will be, Neil! I want a flare up in the air now! We're going to illuminate the area and see where this damn abhuman is hiding!" Ordered Dunn, his desire to finish the fight taking over him.

"............... Sir, I just realized something...." Answered Neil, who was the communications specialist in the current team, who was in charge of the radio and any signals.

"Oh yeah, what is it?" Asked Dunn, as he watched the rifle continue into the dark, not hitting anything in particular.

"How do we distinguish the difference between normal abhumans from the Titan experiments? I mean aren't they all the same in one way or another?" Questioned Neil, a look of confusion on his face, which spread throughout the whole squad slowly. Then the fire of their rifles began to slow down, until silence filled air, as they looked at each other with confusion.

"Good question........... And I have no answer to that whatsoever....... But I still want the flare to be up now, so get to it." Answered Dunn, finally getting back to his senses, taking control of the situation. This just simply caused Neil to shrug and aim the flare gun into the air, then pulled the trigger without hesitation, which lighted the area completely.

"Okay, let there be light." Joked Neil, which resumed the fire, the Chauchat Automatic Rifle being the one to bark first. Then everyone joined in, their rifles firing at different times, except for one soldier, whose hands where shaking heavily, making him unable to aim. He was the most "green" out all of them.

Lemon Café
".......... Let's see I guess tomorrow morning, I'll make sure the manager knows that you'll be working with us, since you're a regular, he'll he fine with it." Replied Corporal, placing his left hand under his chin, nodding a little bit.

"How about the lady, should I bring her out of already?" Asked Saitou, having finally finished cleaning the rest of the floor, his eyes with a hint of red to them.

"Yeah, make sure you bring Dianne with you to carry her, I want you to protect them should any threat try to take her." Answered Corporal, his friendly yet strong demeanor appearing again, but his smile not appearing yet.

"Ryokai. (Roger.)" Said with a nod, taking Dianne with him, walking out the door after the fate if the lady was discussed. Corporal then looked at everyone and cleared his throat, wanting to get their attentions.

"Can everyone start finishing up their food here? I don't mean to sound rude, but due to events today, out café will be closing a bit early today, so thank you for understanding." Announced Corporal.

Somewhere in the city
A cloaked and masked figure watched multiple TV screens in front the individual, on the screens was Mitchelle, Matthew, Damien, Steven Marshall, and Quicksilver. In the person's hand was knives, plenty of then, their foot tapping with a menacing pace. The Hooded Phantom was finally down of choosing his targets for the night, to bring down his vengeance, to exact revenge for the people they have threatened hurt.

Justice will be served.

[Corenea]

Fall Harbor
"Gotcha!" Exclaimed Jack, as he lowered the sight from his right eye and grinned with extreme glee, having seen the explosion of blood as he hit his target.

"But this fight ain't over yet, soon it will be, Neil! I want a flare up in the air now! We're going to illuminate the area and see where this damn abhuman is hiding!" Ordered Dunn, his desire to finish the fight taking over him.

"............... Sir, I just realized something...." Answered Neil, who was the communications specialist in the current team, who was in charge of the radio and any signals.

"Oh yeah, what is it?" Asked Dunn, as he watched the rifle continue into the dark, not hitting anything in particular.

"How do we distinguish the difference between normal abhumans from the Titan experiments? I mean aren't they all the same in one way or another?" Questioned Neil, a look of confusion on his face, which spread throughout the whole squad slowly. Then the fire of their rifles began to slow down, until silence filled air, as they looked at each other with confusion.

"Good question........... And I have no answer to that whatsoever....... But I still want the flare to be up now, so get to it." Answered Dunn, finally getting back to his senses, taking control of the situation. This just simply caused Neil to shrug and aim the flare gun into the air, then pulled the trigger without hesitation, which lighted the area completely.

"Okay, let there be light." Joked Neil, which resumed the fire, the Chauchat Automatic Rifle being the one to bark first. Then everyone joined in, their rifles firing at different times, except for one soldier, whose hands where shaking heavily, making him unable to aim. He was the most "green" out all of them.

Jessica hid behind cover as bullets hit the gravel or whiz past her. She got up for a brief momment to throw more fireballs before ducking down. "Come on Hunter, do your thing," Jessica thought silently as she hurled more fireballs at the Remnant patrol.

Meanwhile, Hunter laid still, waiting for those Remnants to come. "Can those jack-offs not heard a good oppurtunity? Come on, make my job easier," he thought to himself as he silently heals his his head.

[Qeno]

Lemon Café
".......... Let's see I guess tomorrow morning, I'll make sure the manager knows that you'll be working with us, since you're a regular, he'll he fine with it." Replied Corporal, placing his left hand under his chin, nodding a little bit.

"How about the lady, should I bring her out of already?" Asked Saitou, having finally finished cleaning the rest of the floor, his eyes with a hint of red to them.

"Yeah, make sure you bring Dianne with you to carry her, I want you to protect them should any threat try to take her." Answered Corporal, his friendly yet strong demeanor appearing again, but his smile not appearing yet.

"Ryokai. (Roger.)" Said with a nod, taking Dianne with him, walking out the door after the fate if the lady was discussed. Corporal then looked at everyone and cleared his throat, wanting to get their attentions.

"Can everyone start finishing up their food here? I don't mean to sound rude, but due to events today, out café will be closing a bit early today, so thank you for understanding." Announced Corporal.

"Oh" Rei responded hurrying to finish her soup without burning her toungue and lips then gulped down her now watered down lemonade once the warm soup was gulped down. "Check please" She said expecting a normal check after an odd day at a café and she ate the orange that was still in the glass.

'Now what do I do now?' Rei inquired, the concert was in a few days and she didn't want to go further into the district because she didn't own a car. She folded her arms to ponder her current options which was to go home and surf the internet for the reason that she was bored.

[Setinel]

There was screaming.
And anguish.
These guys had crossed over into a pool of sharks and were being mercilessly punished for it.

And a part of him was enjoying it.

''What the....'' gasped one of the punks as he repeatedly shot Damien through the chest, his heart racing in fear after his target healed from every shot.
''WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!'' he shouted before--

CLICK!

''Look who's ran out of bullets....'' he smiled.

The street punk ran, for he could hear the wings of death flying above him.

BANG!

His leg was caught with a bullet and lost his balance.
Before he could hit the ground he was instantly incinerated with the rest of his fallen crusaders of crime.

Mitchell was extremely angry, tightly clenching his fist over his shoulder. Strangely, a deep heatwave could be felt around him. Car tyres burst, glass windows fell in, and anything that could melt started to do so. Even Matthew began to get burnt. Hurriedly, he pulled Damien closer to himself and formed a void over the two of them.
"Stay out there any longer and we'll burn up." he said patting off a piece of his shirt that had been singed.
Soon the corpses, the bikes, lampposts, benches, and even bystanders were burnt completely. Mitchell was on his knees trembling and sweating.
"Had enough of this.. For tonight..." he muttered.

Percy floated up, over the dead corpses. He reappeared on top of a building, watching the trio, as everything around them began reacting to extreme heat.
"Interesting..."

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

There was screaming.
And anguish.
These guys had crossed over into a pool of sharks and were being mercilessly punished for it.

And a part of him was enjoying it.

''What the....'' gasped one of the punks as he repeatedly shot Damien through the chest, his heart racing in fear after his target healed from every shot.
''WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!'' he shouted before--

CLICK!

''Look who's ran out of bullets....'' he smiled.

The street punk ran, for he could hear the wings of death flying above him.

BANG!

His leg was caught with a bullet and lost his balance.
Before he could hit the ground he was instantly incinerated with the rest of his fallen crusaders of crime.

Mitchell was extremely angry, tightly clenching his fist over his shoulder. Strangely, a deep heatwave could be felt around him. Car tyres burst, glass windows fell in, and anything that could melt started to do so. Even Matthew began to get burnt. Hurriedly, he pulled Damien closer to himself and formed a void over the two of them.
"Stay out there any longer and we'll burn up." he said patting off a piece of his shirt that had been singed.
Soon the corpses, the bikes, lampposts, benches, and even bystanders were burnt completely. Mitchell was on his knees trembling and sweating.
"Had enough of this.. For tonight..." he muttered.

''Calm down...'' said Damien. ''Its been a long night indeed, we should rest. Unfortunately I don't suspect there's a free motel anywhere near by so we'll have to make do with the streets unless you guys are aware of a suitable establishment in the Middle District that caters to underage children like us no questions asked, which I doubt.''

He's not asking any questions about me? Did he think I'd die in that fire? If so then he doesn't suspect I'm an immortal, he probably see's it as a common metahuman healing factor.

[Harbertia]

Mitchell was extremely angry, tightly clenching his fist over his shoulder. Strangely, a deep heatwave could be felt around him. Car tyres burst, glass windows fell in, and anything that could melt started to do so. Even Matthew began to get burnt. Hurriedly, he pulled Damien closer to himself and formed a void over the two of them.
"Stay out there any longer and we'll burn up." he said patting off a piece of his shirt that had been singed.
Soon the corpses, the bikes, lampposts, benches, and even bystanders were burnt completely. Mitchell was on his knees trembling and sweating.
"Had enough of this.. For tonight..." he muttered.

''Calm down...'' said Damien. ''Its been a long night indeed, we should rest. Unfortunately I don't suspect there's a free motel anywhere near by so we'll have to make do with the streets unless you guys are aware of a suitable establishment in the Middle District that caters to underage children like us no questions asked, which I doubt.''

He's not asking any questions about me? Did he think I'd die in that fire? If so then he doesn't suspect I'm an immortal, he probably see's it as a common metahuman healing factor.

"Oh, don't worry, I know a place." A figure came out of the shadows of an ally way, she was a young woman, in a purple dress, black hair, purple eyes.

[Harbertia]

Fall Harbor
"Gotcha!" Exclaimed Jack, as he lowered the sight from his right eye and grinned with extreme glee, having seen the explosion of blood as he hit his target.

"But this fight ain't over yet, soon it will be, Neil! I want a flare up in the air now! We're going to illuminate the area and see where this damn abhuman is hiding!" Ordered Dunn, his desire to finish the fight taking over him.

"............... Sir, I just realized something...." Answered Neil, who was the communications specialist in the current team, who was in charge of the radio and any signals.

"Oh yeah, what is it?" Asked Dunn, as he watched the rifle continue into the dark, not hitting anything in particular.

"How do we distinguish the difference between normal abhumans from the Titan experiments? I mean aren't they all the same in one way or another?" Questioned Neil, a look of confusion on his face, which spread throughout the whole squad slowly. Then the fire of their rifles began to slow down, until silence filled air, as they looked at each other with confusion.

"Good question........... And I have no answer to that whatsoever....... But I still want the flare to be up now, so get to it." Answered Dunn, finally getting back to his senses, taking control of the situation. This just simply caused Neil to shrug and aim the flare gun into the air, then pulled the trigger without hesitation, which lighted the area completely.

"Okay, let there be light." Joked Neil, which resumed the fire, the Chauchat Automatic Rifle being the one to bark first. Then everyone joined in, their rifles firing at different times, except for one soldier, whose hands where shaking heavily, making him unable to aim. He was the most "green" out all of them.

Jessica hid behind cover as bullets hit the gravel or whiz past her. She got up for a brief momment to throw more fireballs before ducking down. "Come on Hunter, do your thing," Jessica thought silently as she hurled more fireballs at the Remnant patrol.

Meanwhile, Hunter laid still, waiting for those Remnants to come. "Can those jack-offs not heard a good oppurtunity? Come on, make my job easier," he thought to himself as he silently heals his his head.

The Creatures rushed pace increased in the light of the flare she saw images of time before, the core, her center beamed within her as she extended her blades, and leap into the air, the soldiers, they fired upon her sending bullets though her. Pain... it landed on one whose eyes where panicked, unfocused. Ending his life. The Pain! she swept her hand slicing into Dunn; "YEEESSSS!" she cried turning she opened her hand allowing a fleshy vice to encompass the skull of Neil. His body now headless she began with drawing her implement as the other's fired upon her, her free arm, became like a great sword as she swept across the others, leaving a bloody wreck. Her implement was returned, a large bulge traveled up her arm, and towards her chest. As it did so she turned wildly side to side, looking for others, unable, unable to find them her body expanded, and relaxed as she inhaled, and exhaled. She looked at the bulge, and held up her arm. Rolling her eyes, she held out her arm, and rapidly disgorged the head of Neil, sending it towards where Jessica yet hid, unaware of her presence.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

''Calm down...'' said Damien. ''Its been a long night indeed, we should rest. Unfortunately I don't suspect there's a free motel anywhere near by so we'll have to make do with the streets unless you guys are aware of a suitable establishment in the Middle District that caters to underage children like us no questions asked, which I doubt.''

He's not asking any questions about me? Did he think I'd die in that fire? If so then he doesn't suspect I'm an immortal, he probably see's it as a common metahuman healing factor.

"Oh, don't worry, I know a place." A figure came out of the shadows of an ally way, she was a young woman, in a purple dress, black hair, purple eyes.

He instinctively pointed a gun at her.

''Who are you?
Have you been here the whole time?
Following us?
Eavesdropping?
Or did you just happen to walk here for your own reasons by and 'overhear' us?''

She's obviously been observing us for a while, but why would she offer total strangers a place to stay without any ulterior motives? And what's with her eyes, either their lenses or she's a metahuman. I'm willing to bet on metahuman...

[Harbertia]

"Oh, don't worry, I know a place." A figure came out of the shadows of an ally way, she was a young woman, in a purple dress, black hair, purple eyes.

He instinctively pointed a gun at her.

''Who are you?
Have you been here the whole time?
Following us?
Eavesdropping?
Or did you just happen to walk here for your own reasons by and 'overhear' us?''

She's obviously been observing us for a while, but why would she offer total strangers a place to stay without any ulterior motives? And what's with her eyes, either their lenses or she's a metahuman. I'm willing to bet on metahuman...

The woman laughed, "Kid, it's me, Sal, Sal. Cold Harbor, remember?"

[Saestea]

Mitchell was still on his knees, wheezing and shaking. Matt goes over to his brother to heal. (They can do that if they're close enough)
Neither of the boys were paying attention at the moment. The heat wasn't at all dying down, but there was also a good share of cold from Matt's shadows around the burnt area. A few seconds after that, Mitchell releases his brother and leans back, taking deep breaths. His wounds were gone, but the bullets were no where to be seen. Matthew got up with a serious expression on his face.
"Were you the one that sent us these idiots?" he snapped at her.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

He instinctively pointed a gun at her.

''Who are you?
Have you been here the whole time?
Following us?
Eavesdropping?
Or did you just happen to walk here for your own reasons by and 'overhear' us?''

She's obviously been observing us for a while, but why would she offer total strangers a place to stay without any ulterior motives? And what's with her eyes, either their lenses or she's a metahuman. I'm willing to bet on metahuman...

The woman laughed, "Kid, it's me, Sal, Sal. Cold Harbor, remember?"

The teenage witch?

A surprised look briefly overtook his face before he lowered the gun.

''Sal...what are you doing here? I haven't seen you for two years since I...''

Flew a plane out of Cold Harbor

''Escaped Cold Harbor...''

[Harbertia]

Mitchell was still on his knees, wheezing and shaking. Matt goes over to his brother to heal. (They can do that if they're close enough)
Neither of the boys were paying attention at the moment. The heat wasn't at all dying down, but there was also a good share of cold from Matt's shadows around the burnt area. A few seconds after that, Mitchell releases his brother and leans back, taking deep breaths. His wounds were gone, but the bullets were no where to be seen. Matthew got up with a serious expression on his face.
"Were you the one that sent us these idiots?" he snapped at her.

The woman chuckled, "NO, no, I was following them. Thats why I'm here, if the kid can remember we encountered them before on the docks of Cold Harbor."

The teenage witch?

A surprised look briefly overtook his face before he lowered the gun.

''Sal...what are you doing here? I haven't seen you for two years since I...''

Flew a plane out of Cold Harbor

''Escaped Cold Harbor...''

"Doing what I've been doing, helping, hero work, that sort of thing. I was wondering what ever happened to the others. Last I saw you was when that crazy scream child started yelling at you or something, something happened. Like others, such as these unfortunate crons, I've made my way here."

[Saestea]

Matt suddenly frowned. "Cold Harbor?" he looked to his brother for an answer. Mitchell shook his head weakly.

[Corenea]

Jessica hid behind cover as bullets hit the gravel or whiz past her. She got up for a brief momment to throw more fireballs before ducking down. "Come on Hunter, do your thing," Jessica thought silently as she hurled more fireballs at the Remnant patrol.

Meanwhile, Hunter laid still, waiting for those Remnants to come. "Can those jack-offs not heard a good oppurtunity? Come on, make my job easier," he thought to himself as he silently heals his his head.

The Creatures rushed pace increased in the light of the flare she saw images of time before, the core, her center beamed within her as she extended her blades, and leap into the air, the soldiers, they fired upon her sending bullets though her. Pain... it landed on one whose eyes where panicked, unfocused. Ending his life. The Pain! she swept her hand slicing into Dunn; "YEEESSSS!" she cried turning she opened her hand allowing a fleshy vice to encompass the skull of Neil. His body now headless she began with drawing her implement as the other's fired upon her, her free arm, became like a great sword as she swept across the others, leaving a bloody wreck. Her implement was returned, a large bulge traveled up her arm, and towards her chest. As it did so she turned wildly side to side, looking for others, unable, unable to find them her body expanded, and relaxed as she inhaled, and exhaled. She looked at the bulge, and held up her arm. Rolling her eyes, she held out her arm, and rapidly disgorged the head of Neil, sending it towards where Jessica yet hid, unaware of her presence.

Jessica was shocked to see a headless body flew over her and landed right next to her. "AHHH!" She screamed when she jumped and was shocked to see a creature killing the patrol. "Oh Jal" she thought. Hunter ran up to her.

"Come on, let's go! Get the nether out of here!" he shouts as they turned and ran away from the creature, hoping that the monster wouldn't notice the two people running away.

[Harbertia]

Matt suddenly frowned. "Cold Harbor?" he looked to his brother for an answer. Mitchell shook his head weakly.

"It was a city state down south, trade port, short lived. Now, do ya'll need a place to stay, or not? Standing in these charred remains will do no good, not to mention the attention from the flames. These guys weren't alone you know."

[Saestea]

Matt suddenly frowned. "Cold Harbor?" he looked to his brother for an answer. Mitchell shook his head weakly.

"It was a city state down south, trade port, short lived. Now, do ya'll need a place to stay, or not? Standing in these charred remains will do no good, not to mention the attention from the flames. These guys weren't alone you know."

"That's good to know." Matt mumbled sarcastically.
Mitchell got up slowly, shaking his head. "More of that, and I'll blow for sure." he said with a deep sigh. "By the way, where's that pervert?" he asked
Matt laughed a little. "Don't know.."

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

The teenage witch?

A surprised look briefly overtook his face before he lowered the gun.

''Sal...what are you doing here? I haven't seen you for two years since I...''

Flew a plane out of Cold Harbor

''Escaped Cold Harbor...''

"Doing what I've been doing, helping, hero work, that sort of thing. I was wondering what ever happened to the others. Last I saw you was when that crazy scream child started yelling at you or something, something happened. Like others, such as these unfortunate crons, I've made my way here."[/quote]

''Oh...good to know...''

Well I'm not going to pass up an offer for a proper place to stay in place of the streets.

''Ok..so you said you know a place?''

[Setinel]

Matt suddenly frowned. "Cold Harbor?" he looked to his brother for an answer. Mitchell shook his head weakly.

"It was a city state down south, trade port, short lived. Now, do ya'll need a place to stay, or not? Standing in these charred remains will do no good, not to mention the attention from the flames. These guys weren't alone you know."

Percy rematerialized in a crouching position, thought this time as he like to disperse quickly when he fealt a situation wasn't over, he was a mere skeleton with smoke for skin, bellowing and heaving over itself.

[Harbertia]

The Creatures rushed pace increased in the light of the flare she saw images of time before, the core, her center beamed within her as she extended her blades, and leap into the air, the soldiers, they fired upon her sending bullets though her. Pain... it landed on one whose eyes where panicked, unfocused. Ending his life. The Pain! she swept her hand slicing into Dunn; "YEEESSSS!" she cried turning she opened her hand allowing a fleshy vice to encompass the skull of Neil. His body now headless she began with drawing her implement as the other's fired upon her, her free arm, became like a great sword as she swept across the others, leaving a bloody wreck. Her implement was returned, a large bulge traveled up her arm, and towards her chest. As it did so she turned wildly side to side, looking for others, unable, unable to find them her body expanded, and relaxed as she inhaled, and exhaled. She looked at the bulge, and held up her arm. Rolling her eyes, she held out her arm, and rapidly disgorged the head of Neil, sending it towards where Jessica yet hid, unaware of her presence.

Jessica was shocked to see a headless body flew over her and landed right next to her. "AHHH!" She screamed when she jumped and was shocked to see a creature killing the patrol. "Oh Jal" she thought. Hunter ran up to her.

"Come on, let's go! Get the nether out of here!" he shouts as they turned and ran away from the creature, hoping that the monster wouldn't notice the two people running away.

MOORE! ?* This, what am I doing it thought as it rushed forward, she wasn't even sure what they had been fighting, she had imagined another one of those giants, yet instead she found them, and had attacked. They had not harmed her, She quickly looked side to side as she continued, and saw no threats, she had already fed. She leap; Now what are you doing? This exhersion of energy is pointless.

A body had arose, mangled, ruined, it lifted a weapon, and fired. The shot distracted the creature to fumble, and turn, the corpse fell to the ground again. Mea stopped,to collect her self. She was a being of caution, yet of instinct.

[Saestea]

"It was a city state down south, trade port, short lived. Now, do ya'll need a place to stay, or not? Standing in these charred remains will do no good, not to mention the attention from the flames. These guys weren't alone you know."

Percy rematerialized in a crouching position, thought this time as he like to disperse quickly when he fealt a situation wasn't over, he was a mere skeleton with smoke for skin, bellowing and heaving over itself.

Mitchell looked around and saw above them something that looked like the Ghost Rider. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't say.
"A place to say would be nice. Though we can't stay there. It would be.." Matt hung back.
"It's fine. We can pay. I clearly told Damien that we would get him to the Upper District." Mitchell said trying, to smile.