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Leo listened closely as Chris spoke about his feelings towards Augustine. He was relieved that his idea hadn't been met with flat-out ridicule, which gave him a little bit of confidence. From what Chris was saying, he too had great faith in Augustine. However, his eyes made it clear that the memories of her were painful, and he went on to elaborate that he had put too much faith in her in the past, a received nothing in return. Much like the rest of Chris's past, this made Leo feel a little sad- although this tale was a lot easier to grasp than the "evil scientist experimented on me" one. 'I can understand what you're saying, but this is gonna be different,' Leo began to explain. "I was thinking-" But before he could finish speaking, Chris began talking to K. It seemed that some more thugs were on the way. 'You gotta be kidding me,' Leo stammered in disbelief. 'How the hell do these guys find us so quickly?' Unfortunately, as had been the case all day, there was no time to question things. Leo needed to get moving. 

It seemed like Chris already had that idea. He quickly climbed atop a trash can and proceeded to climb up a ladder to the rooftops. Swallowing deeply, Leo followed Chris's path, going from the dumpster to the ladder. His jump was a little unsteady, but he still managed to get a firm hold. As he was climbing, K vanished from the street floor and reappeared next to Chris on the roof. After a few seconds, Leo made it to the top with them. Chris told him that they were heading to his hideout. Leo, choosing to ignore the part about climbing, nodded and spoke quietly. 'Alright, I'll follow your lead.' 

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As he followed Chris through the ruins of the slums, Leo would be able to gain a better understanding of just how bad conditions were there. The streets were barren besides the occasional group of thugs or homeless families trying to get warm by a fire they'd set up in a decrepit alley. While the thugs chowed down on food that looked too good for the slums, the  citizens were left to rummage through the trash for their leftovers, sometimes getting excited if they discovered a crumb of bread or bottle with a sliver of water inside. Barely any of the homes or apartments had running electricity, and the ones that did were inhabited by drug dealers or gun runners. As they hopped across the buildings, they'd hear the gang members laughing it up inside or complaining about not having enough drugs or guns. They'd also hear the suffering of the citizens, some of them grieving over a parent or child that had just passed from wounds inflicted by gang members.

Chris hated traveling in the slums, looking at how bad things had gotten. The thugs in the slums were like leeches. Bear sized ones that you couldn't just step on or snuff out with a pint of salt. Every time he heard one of them laugh, snicker, or even speak, his blood began to boil. How they could do what they did to the good people left here, he couldn't possibly comprehend. How could someone be so selfish? So violent? So cruel? It as if some kind of evil was in the air, breeding malice inside the hearts of the weak-minded, the ones too afraid to stand up for what was right. He wanted nothing more than to remove their scourge and lift the suffering off the citizens that had taken him in when he had nowhere to go. Now though? Now he had a fighting chance. Leo couldn't possibly be aware of how important he would become to this place. 

They'd been hopping around for about half an hour now, their trek slowed down by thugs patrolling the area. Chris was eager to get back to his hideout and start planning out the first assault. He'd already had it half planned out in his head. They were approaching the edge of a building overlooking the small abandoned convenience store that doubled as his home when K suddenly teleported in front of them and began shaking his head at them. Chris stopped, holding up a fist to get Leo to do the same. Despite his perpetual smile, one could tell by looking him in the eyes that he was agitated. He was excited and wanted to get home to think things through, change things for the better. Having to stop so many times to avoid being spotted by patrols was bad enough, but having to stop less than a hundred feet from his hideout?

"What now?" Chris whispered, K pointing down off the building with a paw. Moving slowly and quietly, Chris peeked over the edge. 

"Starting to get mad." said Chris with a quiet chuckle. In front of the convenience store were at least a dozen armed thugs. They thankfully didnt seem too concerned about looking for Leo or investigating the store. They were just conversing and smoking, as if they were on break at a legitimate job. Chris let out a sigh of relief. The last thing he needed was for his hideout to be discovered and his plans ruined. Or worse. They'd torch his vintage comic book sets. 

"Ok." whispered  Chris, looking around them at the alleys and streets below before stepping away from the edge of the roof and out sight from the thugs. "The good news is that we've arrived at my hideout. The bad news is per the luck of guys like us, so it really shouldn't be news. A bunch of bad guys have decided to take a break around it, and they all seemed to be armed. If we just jump down there and start fighting, we will likely be gunned down AND it'll attract heat to the hideout. So what we need to do is, correct me if I'm wrong K', lure them away, break them up, and take them out quietly."

Chris looked down to K, expecting the conduit canine to shake is head in disapproval, but he surprisingly got a nod instead. 

"Ok, good! So K and I will take six and you-" 

Chris stopped when K nudged his leg, the dog now shaking his head. Chris seemed to pause for a few seconds, as if thinking about why his friend would disagree so quickly. Then it hit him. Leo had taken out a few thugs in hand to hand combat. Throwing him into a potential gunfight on his own was just plain stupid. 

"Right. Duh, of course." said Chris, shaking his head in self-disapproval.  "Brain, why have you failed me? Alright. K will go out first and lure away as many as he can. You and I will lure away the rest, preferably to someplace dark. Do NOT, at any point, let them see you. That happens and they're conscious enough to remember you, they'll drop the SUN on this joint later on. Also, do try not to kill anyone. We're not like them."

 Chris reached behind him to put on a black skull cap and a black bandanna to cover his head and mouth. Just seeing his eyes without seeing his smile made him look like a completely different person. On edge. Like he really wanted to hurt someone.

"Alright." he said, rolling the kinks out of his neck and hopping in place a little. "Any objections to this plan?"

 

 

 

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Arashi sighed at this outcome. It was something she'd wished could of avoided but that wasn't possible. She went to quickly get out, grabbing the rifle and some rounds as well as a backup pistol she had got self defense. She was still in her full swat gear with the concussion grenades she had for clearing out rooms while on duty. It was her job to be prepared. Luckily there was an exit to an alley way through the bottom of her building. She locked the door, leaving her pets inside to make sure they didn't get caught up in the crossfire. Arashi had make sure to make to leave a note of what to take regarding the belongings.

The officer quickly went downstairs to the alleyway, trying to get out of range of the DUP, hoping she wasn't noticed at all. She was good at stealth after all. After that with her rifle on her back, she made sure to use the phone for tracking down a power relay when she got out of the area.

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Truthfully, Remi had no idea if he could do what the old man had just suggested. He'd had his powers for less than an hour, and everything he had done with them had been accomplished with instinct, not thought. Would his powers even work if he consciously tried to control them? Why wouldn't they? The old man seemed to have no trouble calling on his abilities at will, so in theory there was no reason that he couldn't to the same thing. But where would he even begin?

Think it through

Closing his eyes, Remi concentrated as hard as he ever had, trying to feel the glass around him, connect to it the way the old guy seemed to connect to electricity. Soon a million points of light lit up his minds eye, and he called out to them, expanding his reach as he did so. After a few seconds it felt like he was going to pass out, but when he opened his eyes, he knew that his effort had not been in vain as he saw a veritable storm of glass swirling around him. Now he reached out and pushed the glass into the frame as he and the old man passed through. He pushed more and more glass together, the substance melding into itself like lava in a lava lamp. An instant later, bullets were impacting against the glass with no effect. The soldier who had been behind them hit the glass before falling backward to the street below.

Remi looked at the old man, gasping for breath, "Yeah. I can do that."

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@Metty - ARASHI

 

The DUP were obviously growing restless with their search as they practically ransacked every street in pursuit of Arashi. People were scared, hoping the DUP would come barging into their homes, choosing to shoot first and ask questions later. The police were powerless to keep order since the authority of the DUP superseded theirs, leaving the people of the city at their complete mercy. Most folks stayed in their homes, but there were a few that were unlucky enough to get stuck outside during the lock-down, their own families not willing to let them back into their homes. The DUP made no attempt to ask questions when they found someone on the street. If they didn't get lit up like a christmas tree, they were beaten within an inch of their lives and taken in for questioning. 

It was for this reason that a man crossed Arashi's path. He'd been on the run for an hour, hiding out in condemned buildings and fleeing whenever he heard the DUP get close. He'd been returning home from the store when the lockdown happened and his home was impossible to get to. The only way there was through the DUP and he didn't like his odds if he confronted them and tried to negotiate with them. He'd been able to keep his distance, but he knew it wouldn't be for long. It was only a matter of time before they cornered him and he was getting tired. Hearing gunshots in the distance, he decided to flee from the run down building he'd been hiding in. He exited out onto the same alley Arashi was sneaking through, spotting her almost immediately. 

His breath caught in his throat as he immediately recognized her face from the wanted posters all over the media and the town. He began backing away from her slowly.

"Y-you....you're..." he stuttered, pointing a shaky finger at her.

Arashi needed to make a choice.

 

HE'S GOING TO RAT YOU OUT AND GIVE YOU AWAY. DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO. KILL HIM!


NO. Let him be. Don't make the DUP right about you. You're NOT a murderer!

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@danzilla3 - REMI

"Wow." exhaled the old man, trying to catch his breath as he looked at Remi's handi-work. "I honestly thought I was gonna die....good job, boy."

Spark gave him a thumbs up before walking over to a wall and resting against it with a hand. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he concentrated on the electrical currents within the walls. The wires within were abuzz with energy. Using his hand like a powerful magnet, he redirected the electrical currents through the wall and into his hand, rejuvenating him and leaving a black, charred hand-print on the wall.

"Phew." he said as he hopped up and down whilst shaking his hands. "Ok. We need to keep mo-"

"FREEZE!"

Spark shuddered and turned his head to the source of the yell. There, pointing a gun at him and Remi, was a man dressed like a security guard. His eyes darted between him and Remi, as if expecting one of them to make a move. His expression was stoic, but one could easily tell how nervous he was if his incessant shaking was anything to go by. He was obviously afraid, and the old man was well aware of how unpredictable that made people. The fact that he hadn't shot at them yet cemented the notion that he wasn't with the DUP. He was likely just a guard working for the building they'd busted into and was dutifully trying to protect those that had fled. He probably thought they were crazed psychopaths on a rampage if he'd seen any of the reports the media had put out about him and Remi.

Spark slowly put his hands up.

"STOP MOVING!" shouted the guard, jerking his gun forward as if he were going to shoot. "DON'T....MOVE."

"I'm not, son." said Spark, shaking his head. "We're not gonna hurt you. Relax. We're not what the DUP says we are."

 "Command..." said the guard as he held onto a communicator clipped to his shirt pocket. Spark was slowly building a nonlethal charge that would knock the guard unconscious, but he likely wouldn't be able to do it before he alerted the authorities and turned the building into an even bigger wasps nest than it already was. The old man was okay with that if it meant the guard not being killed or injured, but was Remi?

 

SPEED THINGS UP?


Wait for the old man?

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Moving quickly and quietly over the rooftops, Leo was able to see the full scope of the slums, even more clearly than when he had been wandering through them. It was during this time that Leo realized that there was no winning in this society. In the city, you were oppressed by the D.U.P.  In the slums, you were oppressed by the D.U.P and gangs. Being a conduit might be the lowest rung on the ladder, but living here certainly wasn't much better. Thoughts such as this, as well as focusing on jumping from roof to roof and keeping quiet while doing so, kept his mind busy until Chris had them stop suddenly. Looking out from their current rooftop position, Leo could see a convenience store with 12 armed thugs out front. He felt himself gulp out of fear involuntarily. Sure, they were roaming thugs, just like he had fought before. But these guys weren't carrying hammers and knives; they were holding high caliber rifles-just like the ones that the D.U.P carried. He had heard that conduits could survive a few rounds of bullets, but he had no interest in finding out if that was true. His fears only grew when Chris confirmed that the surrounded store was the aforementioned hideout. 'Of course that's where we need to go,' he muttered under his breath.

Chris came up with the idea of them splitting up and leading the thugs away. Leo considered asking how a dog would fight 6 armed men, but after everything he had seen, decided against it. 'Alright, that's not a bad plan,' he admitted. 'But how exactly do you and I draw away their attention? It seems like you're kinda the professional here- so I'll follow your lead.'

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Despite everything the DUP would undoubtedly say about him in the coming days, Remi was not a killer. Yes, he had killed, but it was something that he had done to survive, not something he enjoyed. He was a conman, a thief, and sometimes a thug when the situation called for it; but that had always been the one line that he swore he would never cross. Now that he had, he thought that he would be repulsed by the idea of doing it again, but it wasn't like that at all. The threshold had been crossed, and now it seemed increasingly easy to cross it again. 

Like right now, as he watched some rent-a-cop getting ready to bring the DUP right down on their heads. As he watched the man speak into his radio, a little voice in his head was telling him that he could stop this right now. One quick shot to the guys throat, and he would be down for the count, and they might be able to leave unmolested. It was a tempting proposition. Even with his new power, he was just barely surviving, and he wasn't looking forward to scrapping with the DUP again; though he most likely would if the man finished his call. From a purely pragmatic perspective, killing him was the sensible thing to do.

But... sensible wasn't the same thing as right. This poor bastard was standing between him and freedom, but he wasn't doing it out of any malice. He was just some guy doing his job, no different from how Remi often saw himself. Besides, he feared that the more he killed, the easier it would become to do so. In battle, he might not have a choice, but he wouldn't kill more than he had to.

So he waited as the man got on his radio; hoping the old man had a plan.

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@Kingofgames12 - LEO

 

Happy to know that Leo was willing to go through with the plan rather than run away, he grinned and nodded at K. The conduit canine nodded back before vanishing in a dull flash.

"Distracting these idiots is easy." said Chris as he peered over the roof. He could see K standing to the side of the store in an alley. "And...kinda fun."

Soon after he said this, K ran out of the alley straight at one of the thugs standing on the street. The dog was moving much faster than any normal canine could move, so the thug had very little time to react when he turned around to see what the noise was.

"AGH!" yelled the thug after K latched onto the side of his gun with his jaws, pulling and yanking at it. The thug tried to pull against him, but it no use. K eventually yanked the gun right out of his hands and took off.

"MUTHERF***ER!" yelled the thug as the others began to laugh at him. He started to run after K but topped and turned around once he heard the laughter. He glared at them. "Don't just sit there laughing at me you pieces of s***!" yelled the now unarmed  thug. "Help me catch this f***er!"

Their laughter only beginning to die down, a few of the other thugs broke away to give aid. The unarmed one pointed at where he saw the dog last and they began jogging in that direction, eventually turning a corner and moving out of sight. Chris could hear the thugs firing their guns in the air and laughing, saying that it'd been a long time since they got to chow down on a dog for dinner. A long time ago Chris would've been worried for his friends safety, but not anymore. This was how K liked to spend his time, and he'd grown quite adept at it over the years.

A few minutes later the sound of rapid gunfire echoed out into the slums, drowning out the screams and yelps of pain that had come with it. Chris snickered as he watched the thugs standing in front of the store turn their heads to the direction of the sounds, only laughing in response.

"Guess they found it." said one of the thugs before taking a swig of the beer he was holding.

"Yeah." said another. "After we eat it, I wanna keep it's skull."

"That's our cue." whispered Chris before stepping away from the ledge. "C'mon."

Motioning for Leo to follow him, Chris made his way to the opposite side of the building and began hopping a few buildings back the way they came until they were a decent distance from the store. He then dropped down to a lower windowsill and repeated this until he was back on the ground. Once he was sure Leo was with him, he walked over to a boarded up window in the alley, lightly pushing at the wooden boards as if to test how sturdy they were. He then looked to Leo and held up three fingers.

Then two...

Then one...

He slammed the butt of his fist into the wooden boards, smashing them apart with a loud crack that could probably be heard hundreds of feet away. As the the pieces of the wood clattered to the floor inside the building, Chris held a hand up to his mouth and let out a loud scream that made it sound like he was being mauled by a bear. He even started kicking old bottles on the ground and slamming his hand on a nearby dumpster to generate more noise as he screamed. He ended the scream with gurgle that made him sound like he was gargling his own blood and finally dying.

Once he was done with his act, he looked at Leo with a toothy grin, as if he was giddy about pranking someone.

"How was I?" he whispered before beginning to climb the nearest building. He beckoned for Leo to follow and made his way to the roof, listening closely to sounds of the thugs by the store. Their voices were quiet, and he could hear them cocking their weapons and making sure they had a full magazine.

"T-the f*** was that?!" said one of the thugs. None answered him for a while, and Chris seemed to be fighting the urge to laugh. After another minute or so, another thug spoke up.

"Well?" he said, his voice a little shaky. "Go check it out!"

"You got me legitimately F***ED up if you think I'm going out there on my own!" said another in reply.

"P***ies." said another, this one sounding more gruff than the others, no hint of fear in his voice. "Come on. We'll all go."

Without further adieu, the sounds of footsteps could be heard approaching Chris and Leo. The thugs didn't seem to be in any hurry, probably because they thought something was going to jump out at them. Chris held up a fist to signify to Leo that he should hold his position, listening closely to the thugs footsteps. They were close now, but he didn't want to peek over the building and risk getting spotted. If he or Leo were seen before they began their assault, things could easily spiral out of control. They could radio for backup or start blowing things up. There were innocent people hiding in the buildings they'd been climbing , so he wanted to avoid that very much. He hadn't gotten an innocent killed yet, and he intended to keep it that way.

They were right below them now, possibly looking into the alley they'd previously been in. Chris could hear them stepping on the broken glass of the bottles he'd kicked. He held out three fingers again...

Then two...

Then one...

Taking what appeared to be two batons out of his right pocket, he quietly made his way to the edge of the building and slung himself over it, hanging onto the building with one hand as he surveyed the group below. There were six of them, the biggest one being one of the gangs lieutenants. Chris had run into him before and could distinctly remember how sore he'd been afterwards. The streets referred to him as 'Brick' due to his bulky, large, stature and his thick-headed mindset. He was covered in scars due to a lifetime of violence and murder, the expression on his face the spitting image of a man that's been waiting to kill something since he got up that morning.

Affter grabbing a black mask out of his left coat pocket and putting it on his head, he let go of the ledge and fell down to the armed men below. He slung both of his batons down ahead of him, hitting two men square in the head and knocking them out cold before landing on top of Brick hard enough to make the seven foot gang lieutenant buckled and fall to the ground face first.

"Not again!" shouted one of the other thugs before they took aim. Chris back flipped high above their spray of bullets and kicked both of them in the face before landing near them. They were sent sprawling to the ground with loose teeth and fractured noses, but it wasn't enough to knock them out. As they began to get back to their feet, the last thug pointed his gun at Chris and pulled the trigger. Chris ducked and rolled out of the way whilst grabbing one of his batons and flinging it towards the thug. It hit him square in the hand and knocked the gun out of his grasp, giving Chris a chance to go in for the K.O.

Or at least he would have, had Brick not tackled him.

The massive degenerate let out a guttural yell as he took Chris off his feet and slammed him into the side of a brick building, leaving a nice 'Chris-Sized' crack in it before hurling his body towards a nearby car. Chris's body dented the side of the the totaled vehicle and shattered the glass in one of the doors before he fell to the ground in a heap.

"...Ow." he grunted as he slowly pushed himself off the ground. He looked up and almost pissed himself when he saw the sole of Brick's boot right above him. He rolled out of the way before his head could be squashed like a plump tomato, Brick's foot leaving boot-print in the concrete. Chris lunged for cover behind another car just as the remaining four thugs fired upon him. Their bullets pelted the side of the car, sending sparks and bits of metal into the air.

"Don't...remember him being that strong." Chris grunted to himself, shaking his head to make the stars go away. Despite the throbbing pain emanating from his rib-cage, he was still smiling. "OK!" he shouted over the sound of gunfire. "DONE SHOWING OFF! YOU CAN HELP NOW!"

Chris wasn't expecting to get pinned like this, but he was also didn't expect Brick to have gotten so tough and strong over the passed few weeks since they'd last fought. Chris was certain he'd knocked the big guy out when he landed on him. Not even Brick could have got up from that. Something strange was going on, but he'd have to think about it later. Now, unless Leo thought of a way to help, he was probably going to die. As if to compliment such thoughts, the gunfire stopped and he could feel the ground shaking as Brick approached the car. Chris wondered if he would've preferred the gunfire.

"HAHAA!" Brick laughed, sounding more unhinged than usual. "GONNA RIP YOU IN HALF  WITH MY BARE HANDS B****!"

Spoiler

 

 

Edited by zackrobbman

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Leo couldn't help but watch in amusement as K ran off with the thug's gun, and the screams that followed it. Once the group was split in half, Leo turned to Chris, ready to follow whatever plan Chris had to draw the others away. Leo followed him across a few more rooftops and joined Chris in an alleyway. At first, he wasn't sure what exactly the plan was. However, it became clear to him once Chris started going berserk. Smashing stuff and screaming at the top of his lungs, it was like a 50 person bar fight was happening in that alleyway. Leo was so shocked that he simply stood in silence as it happened. Once it was done, Leo couldn't help but be impressed. 'You definitely have an Oscar coming,'  he whispered jokingly, before starting his climb up to the roof again. Soon enough, Leo could hear the footsteps of the goons in the alleyway below. His heart began to race at the thought of facing combat against armed opponents. As he heard the sounds of the shards being stepped on, Chris pulled out two batons. He hung off the edge of the building and slipped on a black mask. Watching him, Leo couldn't help but come back to the "comic book anti-hero" comparison he had formed when he first met him. Leo almost expected him to exclaim "I am the night." With well-balanced composure, Chris lept from the building. 

As soon as he jumped off,  Leo peeked over the top of the rooftop, watching over the fight. He knew that he would eventually have to get involved in the combat, but for now, he wanted to see how Chris handled it. Maybe he wouldn't even need Leo. From how the fight started, it was looking that way. Chris immediately rendered two of the goons unconscious and knocked their enormous leader to the ground. Leo watched in awe as he flipped over gunfire and proceeded to attack two other goons. Things were going great until the leader got back onto his feet and tackled Chris, slamming him into a wall and tossing him like a pillow. Leo stood up in alarm. He needed to do something now. Thankfully for him, the 4 remaining goons all had their attention turned to where Chris had landed. Leo moved on the roof so that he was above one of the uninjured goons, who stood as the point of the small diamond the enemy was forming. Taking a deep breath, he himself pencil dived off the roof. 

He quickly positioned himself, and hit the uninjured goon's head feet first, using his momentum to slam his head into the ground. There was a clear snap as his nose broke, and the gangster was knocked unconscious. Quickly catching his balance, Leo spun around a pounced on the nearest enemy, which was the other uninjured man. Leo gave him the classic two gut punches, two face punches that he had used before, and sent him toppling to the ground with a final jab. He turned to face the last two enemies. They both raised their rifles, taking aim. He felt a surge of fear hit him, motivating him to launch forward, kangaroo kicking the one on the left, knocking him over. He heard gunfire go off at the place he was standing less than a second ago. Given how the remaining enemy could barely stand due to their previous beatdown mere moments ago, Leo simply gave him a powerful right hook, sending him toppling to the floor. He quickly moved to the one he had kicked, picking him up by his neck and knocking him out with a punch. Leo was breathing heavily, adrenaline rushing through his body in massive doses. His body was shaking with energy, and he was struggling hard to contain his conduit power. He had never felt so alive before. Leo saw that the leader was still advancing on Chris. Standing tall, shivering with fear and energy, he screamed at the man. 

'HEY ASSHOLE! Aren't you forgetting someone?'

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On 11/9/2018 at 3:31 AM, zackrobbman said:

@Metty - ARASHI

 

The DUP were obviously growing restless with their search as they practically ransacked every street in pursuit of Arashi. People were scared, hoping the DUP would come barging into their homes, choosing to shoot first and ask questions later. The police were powerless to keep order since the authority of the DUP superseded theirs, leaving the people of the city at their complete mercy. Most folks stayed in their homes, but there were a few that were unlucky enough to get stuck outside during the lock-down, their own families not willing to let them back into their homes. The DUP made no attempt to ask questions when they found someone on the street. If they didn't get lit up like a christmas tree, they were beaten within an inch of their lives and taken in for questioning. 

It was for this reason that a man crossed Arashi's path. He'd been on the run for an hour, hiding out in condemned buildings and fleeing whenever he heard the DUP get close. He'd been returning home from the store when the lockdown happened and his home was impossible to get to. The only way there was through the DUP and he didn't like his odds if he confronted them and tried to negotiate with them. He'd been able to keep his distance, but he knew it wouldn't be for long. It was only a matter of time before they cornered him and he was getting tired. Hearing gunshots in the distance, he decided to flee from the run down building he'd been hiding in. He exited out onto the same alley Arashi was sneaking through, spotting her almost immediately. 

His breath caught in his throat as he immediately recognized her face from the wanted posters all over the media and the town. He began backing away from her slowly.

"Y-you....you're..." he stuttered, pointing a shaky finger at her.

Arashi needed to make a choice.

 

HE'S GOING TO RAT YOU OUT AND GIVE YOU AWAY. DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO. KILL HIM!


NO. Let him be. Don't make the DUP right about you. You're NOT a murderer!

"I might as well be that person, yes." Arashi pulled out what seems to be twenty dollars out of her wallet and gave it to the person in front of her. "Take this and go. Don't tell anybody I was here." Arashi sighed. It was the only thing she could do without harming the indiviual in front of her. She wasn't going to harm someone that didn't do anything wrong. The guy was unharmed and scared, he didn't mean any wrong doing.

"I'm a SWAT officer, not a murderer. If I really wanted to kill people, I would of done it before now and gotten fired." She sighed once again, walking down the alley with her rifle in her hand and pistol in her holster.

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Alex looked at the Spark and the stranger. Things were about to go down, and he didn't want to stay for it. While, yes, Spark did help him out, and he needed to learn more from him, he couldn't risk Marissa being hurt. He had to make a decision, and that decision was obvious: save Marissa.

"Marissa, we need to get out of here!"

"But what about Spark?!"

"He can take care of himself! We have to get you out of here!"

The DUP were catching up to them, and although Marissa didn't like the idea of leaving the old man behind, she knew this was the best thing they could do right now. The DUP starting shooting at them, and Alex grabbed Marissa, pushing her away from the gun fire. Doing this resulted in Alex getting shot in the shoulder. He held back the pain reaction, as it wasn't that bad. Being a conduit has it's perks I suppose. He grabbed Marissa and zipped out of there. The DUP were catching up, so Alex shot back at them, knocking them down, and knocking their weapons out of their hands. Alex wasn't all that lucky though, he was still being shot at, and multi-tasking wasn't the easiest thing. He had to remember the way to Marissa's brother's house just from the rooftops, protect Marissa, and slow down the DUP so they could lose them. All this processing resulted in a few gun shot wounds, which started to hurt more and more. Then he saw it. A single corner on the ground, dark, and hard to get to. He rushed there, and kept Marissa behind him. He waited a few minutes before they all went into the area. "Find them! Don't let them escape!" They were looking, and ready for an attack, which meant he had to wait till they got closer. Then he felt something by his feet, a metal pipe, good condition. It would be perfect to wield as a hand-to-hand weapon. with a little electricity, it could also work as a tazer. He could easily kill someone with it, so he'd have to hold back when fighting. But he knew how to fight, and knew he could handle the job.

The DUP got closer, then he smiled as the pipe became electrified and he shocked the person in front of him, knocking the soldier down, and unconscious.

"There he is! OPEN FIRE!" Alex jumped over them, using the walls. He was trying to get them to fire in a spot that wasn't by Marissa. He twirled the pipe as he smacked one of the soldiers, knocking them down. He blasted one of the other DUP agents with a bolt. Simple head shot. Enough volts to put his brain to sleep for a bit. With one agent left, and out of ammo, Alex was grabbed, and the pipe was dropped. Alex pushed the agent off him, then uppercutted him. He then gave the agent a good zap to insure the knock out. He picked up the pipe.

"This will come in handy later." Conveniently, it fit perfectly in a slot on his backpack.

Her brother opened the door. They explained everything and he seemed thrilled. They talked for a while, and Alex refueled on electricity from a street lamp.

"Tyler, I need you to watch her. She's wanted now, which means she can't be seen. I know you're the best for the job, now I have to go back for someone. I'll be back soon." He told her brother. He nodded and saluted Alex. Alex then took out everything in his backpack, as he wouldn't be needing it anymore. This now enabled him to have complete ease to reaching his new weapon. And with that, Alex left Marissa. He hoped she would be safe there, because he knew now... it wouldn't be safe where he was heading.

"I'm coming, Tesla." and with that, he was off.

(sorry about the really late post everyone, I hope it's good.)

Edited by Trevor Wisegem

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@Kingofgames12 - LEO

 

Chris knew that his line of work was dangerous. Ever since he'd started to parade the streets as some over-zealous vigilante, he knew the risks. He knew that with one little mistake, he could take a bullet through the head. A knife through the heart. A boot to the skull. he'd actually gotten into the habit of imagining what such deaths would feel like and whether or not he'd go out with dignity. He didn't want the nature of his death to discourage others into hiding forever, waiting on the enemy to overtake them.

Despite his wishes, he could not see himself going out like a hero if Brick managed to get his hands on him. The huge thug was much stronger now, possibly strong enough to literally tear him limb from limb until he was nothing but a torso and a head. Thankfully he didn't have to think too hard about this. Leo had jumped into the fight and made quick work of the other goons that had been pounding his position with gunfire. Or at least he thought it was quick. He didn't hear Leo cry out in pain at any point during the scuffle. Quite the opposite actually, the goons letting out yelps of agony as the kid fought back. 

Chris turned and peered over the bullet-ridden car to see Leo holding a guy up into the air by the neck as if he weighed less than half what he did. He then watched him knock the thug out with a single punch before throwing him to the ground with the rest of his unconscious friends. 

"The hell?" said Brick, his back turned to Chris as he looked at Leo with a confused expression. Chris looked on the ground around him and spotted an old beer bottle. He thought about taking it to the side of Brick's head, but dismissed the idea. If face planting the concrete floor didn't knock him out, a glass bottle would probably just tickle him as much as his fists would.

On 12/4/2018 at 12:32 AM, Kingofgames12 said:

'HEY ASSHOLE! Aren't you forgetting someone?'

Brick gritted what chipped and frayed teeth he had left in his mouth as he balled his huge fists. Brick's gaze was sharp and manic, the veins in his neck pulsing with rage. And something else. It was hard to see with the only source of light in the alley being the moon, but if one were to look closely, they could see that the veins in his neck pulsed with something...black. Even the tiny veins in his eyes were black, making his angry gaze even more fierce. Chris squinted through the darkness and spotted similar veins on his arms, his mind racing to figure out why a black substance was coursing through his veins. When he spotted a freshly used syringe lying on the ground a few feet from where Brick had tackled him earlier, he put two and two together. 

The drug had found its way into the Slums.

"KID!" Chris shouted as he quickly rose to his feet. Brick's arm swung backwards and Chris held up his arms. He felt the air get knocked out of him again as he was sent careening into a telephone pole, the wood splintering when his back bounced off of it.

"Aaaaoooowww, boy." he said as he pushed himself off the ground with his hands, his back and arms numb with pain he knew he'd be feeling for the next month or so. "This is startin' to hurt."

"Boss is lookin' fer YOU." boomed Brick, pointing a finger at Leo before bending over and jamming his fingers into the concrete street. The ground cracked and split apart as he pulled, eventually ripping out a chunk of concrete half Leo's size and quickly slinging it towards him the moment it was free. At the distance Leo was standing from him, it was traveling way too fast for him to dodge in time.

The concrete slab smashed to pieces when it hit Leo, sending him flying backwards like a pinball. Brick wasted no time in bounding after him, letting out a guttural roar before jumping high into the air. Very high. Way higher than any human could have hoped to jump with his weight. Brick raised his fists in the air as he descended towards Leo, ready to squash the conduits skull like a melon.  

"MOVE, KID!" shouted Chris as he staggered to his feet. He hoped Leo's newfound resistance kept him from being too crippled to do so. even if he was mobile, they'd have to do some serious thinking. Chris had seen the effects of the drug first hand a few years back, and he knew it could make a man half Brick's size strong enough to rip a conduit clean in half. He'd seen it himself. He counted himself lucky that he'd survived the few blows he'd taken, but he took no pride in it since he knew it was only because the drug was just starting to make its way through Brick's body. While Leo was much tougher than an ordinary human, Chris knew he was a goner if Brick managed to get his hands on him.

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@danzilla3 - REMI   

 

+ Restraint

 

 

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Spark had been in this particular situation before, learning the hard way that it was never a good idea to assault a cop in any city. fighting against the DUP was one thing because they were a bunch of heartless killers, but attacking an officer of the law who's only intentions were to protect and serve could not be excused without some an abundance of blood-lust on the officer's part. He'd attacked a guard near a bank years ago and the whole city wound up turning against him even though he did nothing but knock him out. The people believed him to be evil because he'd assaulted a good man who happened to be a single father with a daughter he worked tirelessly to take care of. The DUP were more than happy to use the cities unrest to go all out and he had no  choice but to move on.

The whole ordeal had pushed him to learn something new, though.

"I've got visual on two bio-terrorist!" said the guard, his gun still trained on them. "Do you copy? Command! Do you copy?!"

The guard became increasingly angry as the sound of static drowned out anything he was sending or receiving. The guard tried turning th communicator on and off using a free hand, but the static persisted, actually getting worse. 

"Easy." said the old man in an slow and unprovoking tone. The guard merely glanced at him briefly as he continued pressing buttons on his communicator in a futile attempt to get it working. No matter what he did what curse he mumbled under his breath, the static would not go away. "It doesn't work anymore, son. I've jammed the frequency and caused a feedback loop."

The guard continued to ignore him, obviously not willing to give any heed to escaping criminals. 

"Alright." said Spark before dropping his hands. The guard grasped his gun with both hands and stared daggers at him, but Spark didn't react. 

"DON'T MOVE!" the guard shouted. "I'LL SHOOT!"

"I know." said Spark, raising a shimmering hand. The guard pulled the trigger and fired a shot dead at Spark's head, but the bullet never made it. It bounced off of a blue, shimmering barrier that had suddenly appeared in front of the old man's face. Pushing his confusion to the back of his mind, the guard continued to fire off a few more shots as Spark began walking around him, beckoning Remi to follow. When the guard fired at Remi, the same thing happened. An electric barrier blocked each round, the flattened bullets falling to the floor and making clattering noises that reverberated throughout the ornate room. 

"Hello?" said the old man, his hand still held up to keep the barrier in tact. He was holding his other hand up to his ear, as if it were a communicator itself. "Command? Come in command."

The guard's gunfire stopped as his confusion finally got the better of him. 

"I had visual on the conduits." Spark continued. "I last saw them goin..." Spark stepped over to opposite window they'd been approaching and looked down from it. It was little difficult to see, but he could make out what it said on the sign depicting the street's names. "Exiting Browning street and turning onto fifty-third. Suspects are moving fast."

Realizing what Spark was doing, the guard attempted to use his communicator again. Still nothing but static.

"Yes, I'm sure." said Spark after a brief pause. "Okay. Out."

With those last words, Spark took his hand away from his ear and nodded to Remi.

"Won't have to worry about the DUP for a while." said Spark before turning back to the guard. "But I'm sure this guy's gonna phone in otherwise as soon as he gets a chance, so we'd better get moving."

Without further ado, Spark placed a hand on the glass and began to super-heat it. It took a little while, but the glass eventually began to melt away in a molten circle. Like always when he did this, he thought about the safety risk of breathing in silicone. He was conduit and didn't feel like he had to worry too hard about that, but it was always a lingering thought. Remi would surely have nothing to worry about with his affinity for the substance, and Spark couldn't help but think about how dangerous Remi could be once he got a better grasp on his abilities. 

"Fuel up." Remi said to spark as he gestured to the glass. "No telling if we'll need to run again." He then turned his gaze to the guard. The policeman stared back, still aiming his gun at them. "...You stay safe, sir."

With that the old man gestured to Remi to hop to the nearest building.

 


 

 

"I'm proud of the restraint you showed back there." said Spark blandly as he zipped from building to building, looking out for patrols and moving just slow enough to allow Remi to stay with him. "I was worried you'd go an'...shoot a shard'o glass through his eye socket or something. I really was."

They'd been traveling a few miles in the opposite direction of where the DUP should've been looking for them, and he was relieved not have seen but a trickling patrols here and there. He'd expected the camouflaged agents they'd encountered earlier to find them again, but he found it odd that they didn't. They no doubt saw him and Remi jump into the building they'd been holed up in and surely would've entered gave chase. They would've reached the floor the guard was on and the guard would tell them which direction they'd gone. He'd seen how fast the agents moved and didn't doubt that they'd easily catch up, but no matter how many times he looked behind him, he didn't see them. No shimmering, glitched killers were approaching them. That left two possibilities. One, they were tailing them and not attacking for some reason. 

Or two, the guard had covered for them.

It was a long shot given their brief encounter and the guards initial impulse to kill them, but smiled regardless. 

"Alright." said Spark before stopping atop the building of a hospital. It was one of those big hospitals that took up a whole city block and the spot they'd stopped on wasn't overlooked by any windows. "We'll stop here for now. I'm gonna see if I can contact that other kid and see if he's alive."

@Trevor Wisegem - ALEX

Spark closed his eyes and exhaled, sending out a kinetic pulse that highlighted any sources of electricity in a seven mile radius. He had to be still when doing this over long distances and the concentration required was immense, but he'd learned to focus his mind over time. In fact, he figured he'd be able to to out-meditate a monk if there were any left.

The pulse he sent out didn't only lock on to electrical surges hear and there, but it could also detect Alex if he was close enough. It would also send out a beacon that Alex could trace back to them if he was alive enough to do so. Spark sincerely hoped he hadn't run into any cloaked agents back by Browning street. The boy was learning quickly, but he doubted he'd survive if he ever encountered more than two of them at once.

Meanwhile, the hum of something on the street below them could be heard from the roof-top. More than a hum actually. The power-relay below surged with energy, any conduit within one-hundred feet being able to feel the power coming from it. There weren't that many DUP around it either. Maybe a few armed agents here and there, but they were currently conversing with one another and not too alert.

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Remi had backed the old man's play, following when told to, and taking the time to absorb as much of the glass around him as time would allow. He was quietly impressed at how much fine control Spark had over his conduit abilities; and how much creativity he had shown in the unorthodox way he used them. A long time ago he had read somewhere that conduits grew more powerful through various means, but it seemed like taking the time to get to know ones power was one of the most basic. When things finally quieted down again, he would have to remember to really think about different ways he could use his power. If he managed to survive that long, anyway.

At Spark's praise, he shrugged, "Ain't no killer. Not willingly at least."

Safe, at least for the moment, Remi sat down and got comfortable, "Just hope no nurses come up for a smoke, or some shit."

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