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Topic Started: 2 Feb 2011, 09:02 (545 Views)
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She stared in shock, the back of her shirt ripped away to show the newly sprouted and still growing, black wings surrounded by pulsing scars. Her wrists and ankles also held viscious scars from her past. She saw in the man the face or her past, and the fate of her future. She knew one day she would die by his hands, but for now she had a whole town of people to save. They would all die if she gave in now, so she crouched down slowly, her eyes glaring at Daniel the whole time. She gripped her sword more firmly as she shouldered the bag the Professor had been holding out to her. Next she took the key chain hanging from his pocket.
"Jason, you and AJ head outside and wait by the Professor's car," she murmured, hooded eyes regarding both Daniel and the Professor quietly as she heard the two moving past her and out the door. "We will finish this Daniel," she said firmly as she backed away toward the door. "But now is not the time."
She pulled the door closed behind her, ripping the doorknob off to stall Daniel at least a few minutes. She ran toward the sleek silver car she had just 'bought' from the Professor, pressing a button to open the doors. She dove behind the wheel and tossed her bag beside her, waiting only for Jason and AJ to climb in before taking off down the city street, her mind drifting as she escaped once again.
She was Vanessa Smith, a twenty year old genetically enhanced rebel. She had lived fifteen years in a silent war against her creator after having her wings ripped out at age five. She had endured countless days of having her back torn open with a whip. Her wrists and ankles had been shredded from the heavy shackles, the only ones strong enough to hold her.
Finally she had managed to escape the horror Jason had rescued her after hearing of his boss's plan to poison everyone and kill them. Together they had begun their war.
They had spent the last year running from place to place, barely escaping from Daniel who had been sent to either capture or kill Vanessa. With her superior speed and strenght plus a quick healing ability she was too dangerous to be allowed to run free. Vanessa had finally begun to think they were safe when they met the Professor and his son AJ. He had even been able to help her wings grow back.
'But Daniel had found them hadn't he?' she thought with a silent curse. He always managed to find them. The only good thing this time was that the Professor had been able to finish his operation before Daniel had burst in. Even now she could feel her back stinging as the wings formed and grew in size, feathers just beginning to poke out.
She sighed softly, turning her mind back to their current problem. They were once again on the road, this time with an extra mouth to feed, and the only man strong enough to kill her was hot on their tails. How were they going to manage a miraculous escape this time?
She cursed softly, nearly punching the button for the wind shield wipers as it started to rain heavily. Sudden rain was never a good thing, they would need to find shelter fast. She flicked on the headlights and peered through the rain as they entered the town, eyes peeled for anything to cover the car. Finally she spotted a diner with covered parking and pulled in, making sure the car was covered. She looked out at the rain behind them, noticing it had just started to turn red. She murmured a silent prayer of thanks to whoever was watching over her, red rain could eat through a car easily and was very deadly even for her.
The trio got out and walked into the diner, silently cursing the idiots who spread toxins into the air every so often to create the red rain. Jason's boss really did want the human race dead, and had enough money and power to see it done if no one stopped him soon. But Vanessa intended to stop him no matter what.
It had been his mistake to create her from a human body instead of from scratch like Daniel. Daniel had no conscience or emotion of any type and was little more than a machine, but Vanessa was human. She was very emotional when it came to the possible death of all of humanity. So were Jason and AJ, which was why they were with her.
They slid into a booth and made themselves comfortable. They would have to stay until the rain let up, and pray Daniel had not found them before then. It would be a very long and anxious wait for Vanessa in particular, who hated being forced to stay somewhere longer than she wanted. The operation back at the Professor's had been torturous for her, but she had been too proud to take pain killers or ask to be knocked out, which had turned out to be a very good thing when Daniel showed up. She could only imagine what would have happened to her and Jason had that been the case.

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Vanessa Smith entered the building with an air as if she owned the place. She wore a heavy black trench coat over the slightly dirty jeans and t-shirt combo. About the only thing she owned really, but it did well to hide her wings. She had come to this town a few days ago in an effort to find more help in her fight. Jason and AJ were both only human, they couldn't find the likes of Daniel or whatever else was thrown at her. So she had left them as soon as her wings were up for a long flight. Or so she had thought. Her wings were throbbing under the coat, and she suspected the freshly healed wounds around them may have burst open again.
She shrugged her tight shoulders and moved up to the check in desk of the low end motel she had chosen. She flipped her sunglasses up into her short brown hair, revealing piercing green eyes to the man behind the desk. No, she couldn't control the man, but it was only the work of the moment to have herself entered into the check-in book under a false name. A pretty face could get a girl just about anywhere. And she used cash, leaving no trail for Daniel to follow.
She turned back to the door, jingling the key in her hand and hiking the bag she had gotten from the Professor. She still hadn't had a chance to look inside the thing to see what goodys he had given her, but she was praying a change of clothes was among the items. And that the ratty motel had plenty of hot water for a long and soothing shower.
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Taking shelter from the red rain, "Project Gabriel" was perched on a building filled with covered angel statues, providing a cieling over his head. His wings allowed him to blend in with the other statues at this height. It was a much easier hiding place now, civilians and even Damien were too busy taking shelter from the toxic downpoor to look up and notice an odd angel.

All of Gabriels features seemed angelic, bleach white wings, blue eyes, bleach blonde hair, a muscular body. He was designed to be the perfect soldier, but there was a flaw in his creator's design. Gabriel was not human, but he had been designed to think like one. This was supposed to make him a better hunter for the escaped experiments, to think like them, to hide like them. The flaw in this design was that it was too perfect. Gabriel had become self aware and refused to hunt his fellow experiments. Gabriel escaped the lab and the doctor sent his pod brother, Damien to hunt him. The two were an equal match, both raised the same way, trained the same way, bred the same way. Thhey both were given a human conciousness, but Damien enjoyed the hunt. He had a cruel concience and only wanted to please his "father."


Gabriel had chosen to seek out his own kind, but for support rather than the hunt. He was strong enough to protect them from his genetically engineered brothers but knew the doctors were always making stronger and better soldiers.


After the rain had ceased, he stayed where he was a short time. Gabriel was patient, and could hold still for a long time. He did not break his cover until he saw a girl with black wings flying across the sky, dissapearing into the cloud cover. "Well that makes guessing a lot easier..." Gabriel said as he took off to follow her. He followed her to a hotel and perched on a building across the street. She looked exhausted, what was she doing here?
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Vanessa stepped out the door into the sunlight, raising a hand to shield her eyes despite the sunglasses already covering them. She searched the area with a practiced eye, taking note of everything moving or unmoving among the buildings around her. She did not, however, think to look to the tops of the buildings.

She stayed there until she was satisfied she wasn't being watched before turning to walk along the building. Her room was in the back of the motel, on the second floor by request. As soon as she was able she ducked into a hallway, coming back out into the center of the motel where the unused pool was located. She walked around the pool and took another hallway back out into the open sun, taking a set of rickety metal stairs to reach the top floor.

A couple steps later she was using her key to open the door to her room. She searched the inside just as thoroughly as she had searched the outside. When she was convinced it wasn't a trap she stepped inside and shut the door, dropping the backpack onto the bed with a solid thud. She stripped out of her trench coat before going into the bathroom to start the water running. She had been right about her back, there was blood starting to run down it in small rivlets.
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Gabriel followed her. She seemed cautious, but didn't seem to expect one of her own kind to be following her. He could see through small stains in her trench coat, along with the heavy scent of blood, that she was injured. He saw what room she went into and moved to it. Throwing a cloak over himself to hide his wings and his sword. His sword was special to him, it didn't grant him any extra power, it was only as strong as he was. It was special because it had been created with his own DNA, anyone else who tried to wield it would be badly burned. This came in handy to make sure he never died by his own blade, and his creater never thought it through in case he were to escape. He knocked on the door, hoping to avoid hostility with her, he was hoping to help her.

Gabriel heard water running, and assumed she didn't hear him, so he knocked harder. He hoped she wasn't ignoring him.
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Vanessa paused in the act of undressing, her shirt pulled up over her head. She shrugged back into the bloody thing before looking to the door with a frown. She didn't know anyone who could be knocking, except maybe the owner at the front desk? Daniel wouldn't have knocked, he would have just broken in. And neither Jason nor Aj knew where she had gone. Maybe it was the maid who cleaned the rooms.

She walked to the bed, pulling the heavy leather of her trench coat back on to hold her wings in. After she was sure no feathers were visible she went to the door, staring through the peephole. She didn't recognize the man on the other side of the door, and that made her nervous. She didn't feel up to fighting with a stranger.

She looked at the door, sliding the deadbolt into place before cracking the door open. "can I help you?" she asked the man in a neutral voice. Her eyes stayed on his face, watching for any suspicious expression. Her body was likewise on high alert, waiting for any movement he made. If he appeared threatening in the slightest she would snap the door closed then smash the window out with the chair the motel had conveniently placed beside the thing. She could be out the window and into the air in moments, behind cloud cover in only a short time.
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Gabriel was nervous. She was the first of his kind that he found that wasn't trying to kill him. "I...uh...erm..." He ran a hand through his long blonde hair. "I'm Gabriel..." He managed to force out. "Of... uh... the gabriel project. I believe we have something in common. If you will let me come inside I will show you, and fix whatever wound is causing all that blood on your coat."

An offer of familiarity along with aid with her injuries. It was very direct and informal, but he had no idea what to say. Hi, I'm a genetic fuck up just like you just didn't seem to be the right thing to say. He was hoping it would be enough to gain at least temporary trust, enough for her to allow him inside to help her.
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Vanessa looked at Gabriel with a mask of suspicion on her face as she processed what he had said. She was hiding behind the door, so he would have had to seen her before she came into the room to have seen the blood. He had also said something about 'the gabriel project' and that they had something in common. He did seem familiar, more so than anyone she had met before. It made her think of the Professor. She had taken a chance in trusting him, despite not knowing him, and doing so had gotten her her wings back. She could also probably still make it out the window if he did make any threatening moves.

She stepped back and closed the door with a snap, long enough to make it seem she had declined. But after a long moment she slid the chain aside and unlocked the door, opening it to look at him. "Don't make me regret letting you inside." she said bluntly, sticking one hand into her coat pocket like she was packing a gun or something.
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Gabriel stepped inside and looked around making sure the coast was clear. The girl was a good hider: the blinds were closed, the door shut and locked, paid with cash. If she would stay out of the sky she would be all set.

"If you are wondering how I found you," Gabriel began, "I would recommend staying out of the sky. It is easy for our kind to follow."
He knew he would have to make this fast before she became hostile. "And by our kind, I mean..." He ended his sentance there as his cloak fell to the ground and his white wings spread, taking up half the room. "You are not alone, not even close. There are dozens of labs throughout the country, all trying to create perfect soldiers. Some are humans kidnapped off the street, other like myself are bred in pods. My 'father's' mistake was creating me to think like a human. I became self aware and escaped my lab. My pod brother, damien, was the successful project. He thinks like a human as well, but he follows the professors wishes like an obediant son."

He had laid it out on the table. He waitied for a response, any response. He was unsure of how she would react.
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Eric straightened himself up to his full height, looking in the mirror. would he ever get used to seeing that face in the mirror...

Dr. Gerard was a tall black man, not powerfully built, but still in good shape for a scientist in an underground lab. Eric was short, white and weak. Well... he used to be... Now Dr. Gerard was dead... or was Eric the dead one? After all Eric's body was the one that had died. He'd been in a deep mind meld with the 'good' doctor.

That guard jumped him while he was trying to pry the security codes out of Gerard's mind, and the backlash had nearly killed them both. Eric still didn't know how or why he'd survived and Gerard had... vanished? Expired? Any way Eric wasn't sure if he was precisely the lucky one.

What would happen when he ran into someone from Gerard's past? Did he play dumb? Would he have to kill them to keep his secret? Could he kill someone who's only crime was recognizing an old friend?

Eric couldn't handle all this at the moment. He had only been 'free' for one month, 2 weeks and 4 days, but it was like he'd never left. Trapped, in a body not his own, he'd found that Gerard at least had always kept large quantities of cash on him.

Cash didn't leave a trail. And when you could pluck a memory from someone's brain, you didn't need disguises to go into hiding. Or make someone look the other way, without even talking to them.

The rent was cheap, and the room was better than some he'd had, but that didn't matter much when you didn't recognize your own face in the mirror...
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The purr of an eight cylinder, twin turbo engine with electronic fuel injection and more horsepower than should be legal rumbled outside the motel as it came to a halt. The breaks were silent and when the car eventually shut off, there was no movement to be seen, not that any would be available due to the dark, midnight tint of the windows. It was a Nissan Skyline GTR 34, a rather nice looking GTR 34, at that. The driver's seat door, placed on the right side of the car instead of the left, hissed open and rose as its occupant unfurled from within.

Black hair adorned with striking red streaks fell to shroud a pair of deep blue eyes, a white shirt and a pair of authentic dog tags covered a muscular chest, though there was a slimness, litheness even, to his overall figure. The shadow cast behind him by the setting sun was long indeed, a strangely forbidding spectre of ominous consequence that promised something akin to harsh retribution should the owner of such a dark shade turn their ire upon another.

For a guy who looked barely older than nineteen, that was pretty intense.

Rolling a toothpick between his lips, the male looked up at the hotel with something akin to boredom, the muscle shirt he wore allowing him to rest his forearms upon the roof of his car with a sigh, dark denim jeans falling over a pair of new-looking converse shoes that did a terrible job of blending in to the otherwise bleak surrounding.

There was no car anywhere close to as decked out in the surrounding, dilapidated roads and there was a point to that. Sniffing dismissively, the young man pulled the door down and closed it, after removing the keys from the ignition and picking up his iPod, of course. A button was pressed and the car gave a loyal double click, indicating it was locked securely. Shrugging on a black leather jacket and brushing some straight, dark hair from his eyes - he approached the front door of the motel, the door itself opening seemingly of its own accord to let him pass.
Yet another oddity to add to what seemed to be a growing list.

Rolling the toothpick back to the left corner of his mouth, he nipped at the end within his mouth and walked casually up to the motel attendant, lifting a brow at the sweaty, bored looking male watching a backwater reality TV show whilst covered in stains and sporting a beer that seemed perpetually half-full.

He waited a moment to be noticed, to no avail, until the TV suddenly shut off by way of the plug launching itself from the wall. Jumping in surprise at the sizzle of electricity, he looked with small piggy eyes to his newest customer, using a dirty kerchief to dab his sweaty, balding head. For the blue-eyed mystery youth, it was irritating to see such a societal dreg handling anything where people might seek refuge, especially when it was the last motel for miles. Sighing, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a black leather wallet, counting out five hundred dollars in fifty dollar bills and placing it on the counter.

"I stay as long as I want, you don't tell anyone I'm here and if you so much as look at the car, I'll kill you." The instructions were delivered casually, but with an edge to an otherwise cool and detached tone. Nothing had been exaggerated; he really did seem quite ready to kill.

Swallowing, the sweaty clerk presented a pathetic excuse for a smile and handed out the keys to an available room, muttering an excuse and darting down to sweatily fiddle with the plug for the television. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, the driver scooped up the keys and read the room number, before, pushing back his jacket to pull out a silver case. As he did, a flash of something sleek and metallic caught the light - a gun? It wasn't clear.

Moving towards the front door, he stepped through and it slammed shut of its own accord behind him, the silver case he had drawn earlier opening to reveal a pack of cigarettes, one of which he pressed between his lips before clicking the case shut and cupping his hand around the end of the fag, something bright flaring within his palms and lighting it up. Exhaling a cloud of hazy grey smoke, he moved towards his car, clicking the remote to unlock it and open the driver side door, ducking in and clicking the button again to close it.

Clamping the cigarette between his lips next to the toothpick, he pressed the key into the ignition and started the car, lighting up the interior with crimson light. Shifting into reverse, he drove backwards along the street before clutching into first and turning into the motel driveway, heading in and turning towards the cluster of buildings, using a quick reverse to position the car in the shadow of a balcony and face it in a way to do a quick U-turn to the left and out of the motel, onto the road.

It seemed he was in the business of fast getaways.

Setting the gear to neutral and pulling the handbrake, he turned off the car and hopped out again, closing the rising door behind him and tapping the remote to double-flash the car shut. Turning, he walked casually towards the staircase leading up to the rooms and took the stairs two at a time, shoes silent against the stone as he walked along the balcony area, blowing out another cloud of smoke and stopping outside his door.

Unlocking it, he opened the door and the lights all came on a few moments later via unknown causes, the switches simply flipping to 'on' of seemingly their own accord. Satisfied, he turned towards the television, when he heard what sounded like voices through the thin walls. Pausing, he moved closer and turned, slouching against the very much not sound-proof plaster and focusing on distinguishing the words being exchanged, puffing his cigarette all the while.
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And I just wanted to say that using different colors in your roleplaying posts is distracting and should probably be avoided unless your name is Lord Synical, because he is an exception. A big exception. To everything. Thanks. He's also batshit insane.
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"If I had known there were others of my kind I would have stuck to the clouds. Thank you for rectifying my mistake." Vanessa murmured slowly, her eyes following Gabriel's every move. "It is good to know I'm not the only one who has been used as a lab rat."

She turned away and walked over to her bag on the bed, turning back to face him. Her left hand was in easy reach of the gun the Professor had hidden inside the backpack for her. She prayed it was loaded if she needed to use it on the man.

"That doesn't explain what you came here for." she continued, tilting her head. "What do you want from me? Why did you follow me here? And why are you offering to help me? If you are like me you would know I heal faster than humans, so the wounds I have won't last until morning."

She didn't once mention her own past. Daniel and her life growing up stayed secret. She didn't want anyone to know she had had her wings ripped from her when she was a child and only recently regrew them. She didn't want anyone's sympathy, didn't want pity either. She had lived a hard life in the lab, and had grown stronger because of it. Her desire for revenge had grown along with her body during the countless tests and modifications.
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"I followed you for a number of reasons." Gabriel explained. "For starters, to tell you to stay out of sight when you re flying, but also that I wish to find more like me. If not to fight back to at least improve our chances of survival. I'm sure like me you have a lab sibling who has been assigned to hunt you, and they aren't going to stop until they kill you. A two on one match would prove much better than fighting alone. As for your wounds, they have clearly been bleeding for a while, meaning a direct and damaging injury was done to your wings. Like I said, I am just like you. It is easy to spot an injury greater than our healing abilities will quickly fix. The loss of our wings makes us just another superhuman, easily hunted. Our flight ability is what seperates the angel projects from the prototypes. I would also rather make sure an angel project is on my side rather than an enemy. I get enough flying trouble from my pod brother."

This girl seemed highly uninterested in the idea of an ally, he was beginning to wonder if he had walked into a trap. His eyes scanned the room for ambush point, but he knew this was a pointless gesture, an enemy capable of taking him down would just blow through the wall from an adjacent room.
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It was amazing how oblivious people were to the obvious. Indeed, it wasn't even the normal level of spatial unawareness. No, this was something much more amusing. A room next door to a pair of arguing super freaks on the run had been occupied without ceremony, or warning, and they were still talking as dandy free as if they were alone on a strange planet. It almost made him smile, exhaling another stream of grey smoke to waft away, out of the open window.

Briefly, he considered kicking the wall to surprise them, but instead focused on listening. It was an insightful conversation, despite the monotony of it. They both had wings, she had injuries, was anti-social, he was some sort of creepy stalker. Well, that was the gist of it at least - some silly soap opera-esque tale about a thrilling escape and being unloved by a scientist father-figure. He was getting flashbacks to Frankenstein's monster and every other terrible horror flick he'd ever had the displeasure of watching. In fact, he very nearly expected to hear Wolverine turn up, say something manly and muscle-flexing and then carve them up.

Actually, he mused, that would be better than this drivel.

Looking to the roof, he contented himself to eavesdrop for a few moments longer. He'd found them, that was the main thing. Now his fee would be paid and he could go back to chasing down small-time criminals for the pay out. Being a bounty hunter was hardly honourable, but it kept his life well-paid - that's what mattered. Of course, with his abilities, he was just as susceptible to being locked in a lab; which was, of course, why nobody knew about them.

As for those that did, well, they weren't a problem any longer.

Reaching around with his right hand, he pushed back his jacket and drew out a silver Desert Eagle, clicking off the safety and moving to his door. Without physical motivation, it unlocked, the handle turned and it swung open silently.

Stepping outside, he turned towards their door when the sound of screeching tires and opening and closing doors caught his attention. Brow arching, he pauses and looked downstairs, noticing a swish of a black coat heading towards the motel entrance. For a moment, he was confused, then it hit him - his PDA. Reaching into his jacket, he drew it out and threw it into the air, some kind of invisible force ripping it into pieces in mid-air.

He had to think fast. If the girl alone was worth the men in black, as he called them, then there was no telling what he could get for her if he actually handed her over. Settled in his decision, he turned and raised his foot, slamming it once, twice, three times into their door and breaking it open on the final attempt. Thanking whatever power above for shoddy motel locks. He didn't bother attempting to speak, throwing up a wall of telekinetic force to stop any incoming projectiles before raising his gun, "You don't know me, but I know plenty about you, angel-girl."

He glanced to Gabriel next, taking in the white wings with something akin to amusement, "As for you, Gabe, you should probably not try and be a tough guy, eh?"

He gestured behind him, head jerking as his ebon locks flew with the movement, "Goon squad's here to pick her up and probably kill you. If you want to avoid that, I have a very fast car downstairs and little patience. I'm not letting her be taken by them, so either you come with me or I kill you, take her and leave anyway."

Glancing behind him, he could almost feel the time ticking down, "No time for explanations. No time for trust. If you want to live, follow me. If not, you can be the next pigeon they shoot down. Flying won't help you - they probably have air support." Lowering his gun, he cracked a humourless smile, "Call me Jace."

He turned and vaulted over the balcony a moment later, sprinting for his GTR.
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And I just wanted to say that using different colors in your roleplaying posts is distracting and should probably be avoided unless your name is Lord Synical, because he is an exception. A big exception. To everything. Thanks. He's also batshit insane.
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The roar of A sports car broke Eric's train of thought, causing him to jump. He immediately reached out to touch the minds of those around him, looking for new arrivals.

At first all he detected were the couple next door, and the idiotic clerk, but as he widened his search he found that there were two people, both with wings, thinking about being on the run. 'Why am I not surprised to run into more lab rats' he thought, but then he heard screeching tires. It wasn't long before he sensed them.

Agents... after a winged female. Three of them, and heavily armed, and from their thoughts, two helicopters were just far enough away to be unheard. "Looks like trouble was heading for the two 'angels'." He muttered, before returning to the two. They were being attacked by another man!?! "I can't even read him. Damn it must be another psyche."

Panic flared as he sensed a fourth agent puling into the motel... Hancock. "How'd he find me so damn fast!" Jumping up, he hit his head on the lamp, still not used to his 'new' height. "Now what am i gonna do?"

A fast car, the angels' intruder said he had a fast car. "It's worth a shot, and better than Hancock" With that thought, he practically flew through the door, and headed towards the parking space below the two angels' room.

Drawing his Beretta 92F, and clicking the safety off, he came around the corner just as a black and red haired man landed on the sidewalk.
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Vanessa was just about to back away into the bathroom when the door to her room was kicked in. She whipped the pistol out of her backpack, firing off a shot at jace. She frowned when it stopped short of him, falling harmlessly to the floor. Then she heard his words, and the screeching tires outside.

She had been found, but how was that possible? She had covered her trail, and she had personally cut out the tracking device that had been inside her body. Plus daniel wasnt there. If he had been he would've already busted through the window to get to her.

That left the two men in front of her. This stranger named jace who offered a getaway vehicle and the angel gabriel. One of them had either called the men in, or had a tracking device. She suspected the latter, going from jace's claims not to let them take her. Didn't mean he wouldn't take her himself though. She would keep an eye on them both, but for now she would use them as a means to escape before Daniel did show up. He was probably in one of the approaching helicopters that she could almost hear, the sound on the very edge of her hearing range.

She hesitated only a moment longer before grabbing up her backpack. She kept the gun visible as she eased past Gabriel, giving him a silent look of suspicion as she moved out the door. She leapt off the balcony with little grace, the very tips of her black wings showing before her trenchcoat settled back into place. She stood straight as she watched the others, not allowing herself to wobble even a little.

Blood loss and physical exhaustion were beginning to catch up to her, making her vision go fussy for a moment. She blinked vigorously, refusing to show any weakness in front of these dangerous men.
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His suspicions seemed confirmed when the man burst into the room, he had been ambushed. However it seemed the man was not there for him, but the girl. Something was special about her that this man wanted to protect and gabriel wasn't going to pass up the chance of a getaway. The suspicious glance he recieved showed him she had abandoned all trust she might have had. His tracking device was gone, and Damien would have jst flown right through the window. Had these agents seen her on her flight? Gabriel had seen and followed her, it wasn't unlikely someone else could. He retracted his wings and threw on his cloak as he followed the man. Whether it was a trap or not the agents were clearly here and this seemed like their only window, best not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He looked around when they got outside, the agents hadn't spotted them yet, but once they did the firepower would rain down. The agency didn't give a shit about collateral damage, killing or capturing escaped subject was all that mattered and they did their job well.
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Jace was in overdrive.

His keys were out and in his left hand the moment he crashed into the pavement, knees bend to absorb the shock of the impact before his legs propelled him towards the corner of the wall behind his car, allowing him to peek around it and watch for approaching agents. He felt like Neo, this was nuts. Glancing behind him, he sighed at the two useless 'angels' and the new addition, not having desire to argue, he instead clicked three buttons on his remote, one for every door save the driver's seat, "Get in." He said with an oddly calm, controlled air, "I'll kill the good squad and then drive us the hell out of here."

Shoving his keys into his pocket, his left hand reached around to his right and he drew a second desert eagle, closing his eyes to exhale a moment before sprinting around the corner and out of view. His heart raced and adrenaline surged through his body, his mind expanding its spatial awareness as he crouched low, shimmying slowly with his back to the wall to peek around the edge next edge, which prompted him to snap his head back immediately. Three gunshots. Three agents. Three targets.

Closing his eyes, he waited for the second volley - standard protocol, fire twice, check third. When the second round of bullets flew, his hearing caught the rough point of origin, amplifying the initial gunshot and the relative trajectory via the half-a-second variation from each gun firing, then the time between each shot hitting. Distance over time was speed, speed over time was velocity, trajectory could be calculated by the waves of sound bouncing in relativity to the pavement.

Suddenly, he moved, stepping out from the corner to fire, three times from each gun. Left gun twice, once each at the two closest to the door, right gun three times, in the head for the one guarding the cars, in his chest, then over to hit the one at the doors closest to Jace in the head, left gun discharging into the head of the other man a moment later. Silence filled the void, but the telekinetic could hear the helicopters coming.

Keeping one gun aimed, he stowed his left and lifted his hand, using his abilities to drag the guns and wallets of all three agents to him, before turning and tearing away at a sprint towards where his car waited. He hoped no one had seen that, he hardly needed them knowing he had training. Throwing the 'loot' he had gathered into the driver side door after clicking it open, he shoved it across into the lap of whichever poor idiot had opted to ride shotgun, pulling on his seat belt before shoving the keys in the ignition, "Start." He said firmly, the voice sequencer acknowledging him and the wheel registering his fingerprints before the engine roared to life.

"I hope you have strong stomachs and seatbelts," he said simply, shifting into first and spinning the steering, taking a nice extended arc around the corner of the building and straight towards the road, taking the curb at an angle and grimacing at the sound of his twin exhaust scraping the gutter. He'd need to fix that. Putting his foot down, he shifted into second, and then third, curving smoothly into another straight road off the one they were on about a mile later. He could still hear the helicopters, they couldn't afford to be slow.

He took his iPod from his jacket pocket and held it out with his right hand to whichever person was next to him, "Open the dashboard compartment and plug this in to the adaptor in there. Don't argue, just do it." He waited and, once it was done, turned on his sound system. His hands came back to the wheel, but his eyes kept flicking to the radio and as they did, buttons acted of their own accord, until they locked in the song he wanted; Adrenaline, by Gavin Rossdale.

Settling in to his seat, he shifted into fourth, took another dangerous corner into an on-ramp and freeway and hit fifth, shifting into sixth a few moments later and then sitting back in his seat. What a day; arriving at a motel planning on catch his target the next morning, only to find her sitting there next door. Lucky for him, she was also defenceless. A gun meant dick without the knowledge of how to use it.

And with his abilities, even knowledge could be useless.
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And I just wanted to say that using different colors in your roleplaying posts is distracting and should probably be avoided unless your name is Lord Synical, because he is an exception. A big exception. To everything. Thanks. He's also batshit insane.
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Eric didn't wait for the man to change his mind, but moved directly to the front seat, still holding his Beretta at his side. He couldn't read this man, and that made him suspicious. As the strange driver took off, he felt around for the minds of the agents.

Three of the agents were heading towards the parking lot, none of which had even a thought about a psyche. Then they got in a gunfight with someone. Eric assumed it was the man who drove the car, and it seemed like he was good, judging by the speed of the agent's deaths.

Next he located Kevin, as the driver came back, and realized something. Kevin didn't know that there were any targets here but his own, Eric. And he obviously was surprised at the gunshots nearby.


The driver got back into the car after throwing in three gns, confirming Eric's suspicions. The man was a very good shot. There were two separate groups after them, and this man he was riding with was dangerous.

As he registered that thought, the driver started the car, which had required voice recognition. Information was good, and it was what lept him alive. The Driver told him to plug in the Ipod, and he decided it was best to appear cooperative for the time being.

He hoped he hadn't made a mistake, The Drakken corporation was sneaky.
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Vanessa hesitated as she stared at the car in front of her. It was expensive, to say the least, and she was going to get the seat all bloody. So far her coat had done a good job soaking up the blood running down her back, but she could feel it starting to drip down to the base of the coat. A small puddle was beginning to form at her feet, the drips loud to her ears.

The Professor had given her medicine to slow down the flow of her blood so she wouldn't bleed to death. He had also packed the bag in her hand with bandages, but she hadn't had a chance to change the ones already wrapping her upper torso that were thourghly soaked through. These men weren't likely to give her that chance either, seeing the trouble they were already causing her when she'd only just met them. And now there was a third man for her to suspect and be cautious of.

Problem was, even as her hearing was sharpening enough that she could hear the gunshots between Jace and the agents as clearly as if she had been standing beside them, her vision was fading in and out. She slid into the back seat behind the drivers seat before she fell over from exhaustion, settling against the back with a very small sigh. Her sight fuzzed again, causing her to curse under her breath. This time even that didn't return, leaving her nearly sightless as the others slid into the car.

A few moments later the gunshots fell silent, and Jace got in the car. She felt them pull out and leave the motel, using the speed of the car to judge when they got on the freeway. "Where are you taking us?" she asked softly, her voice betraying her weakness. She was very close to passing out, only stubborn will having kept her awake for so long. At this rate she would probably need a blood transfusion.
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Gabriel got in the back seat with the girl as everyone got in. She was bleeding like crazy and ready to pass out. He wished she had given him the chance to patch her wounds before this new guy showed up. He didn't have anything on him for patching wounds but it seemed she had a bag of bandages.

When she asked where they were going he looked up at the driver as well, knowing no matter what the answer was they had no choice but to go there at the moment. Gabriel turned to the girl, "if you will let me I'll cover your wounds again. You didn't give me the chance to back at the hotel."

She most likely wouldn't let him again, but he had no choice but to offer. He had tried to hard to find one of his kind to lose her only minutes after finding her and if he wound up having to fight this guy he didn't want to be alone. The man in front didn't seem like he would be much help but then again Gabriel didn't look as strong as he was either. What were that man's motives? What was anyone in the cars motives? How did this man know the agents were showing up? These questions flew through his mind but he knew there was little he could do.
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Jace glanced in his rear vision mirror to double check they weren't being followed, a habit he repeated every few minutes. Cruising along the freeway, he wasn't concerned by those within his car - at this range, he could blast any of them out of one of the doors without warning easily enough. As the angel-girl inquired as to where he was taking them, he deigned not to reply immediately, instead activating his GPS and typing into a location - touch screens had no reaction to telekinesis.

'Las Vegas, Nevada, confirmed. Calculating route...' Calmly assuming that to be answer enough, he glanced at the radio and shifted songs to some vague instrumental jazz band, possibly Acker Bilk. Glancing to his right and the fellow riding shotgun, Jace lifted his hands from the wheel, though it remained straight, turning of its own accord to overtake another car - or perhaps, by his accord - as he extended his hands out to take the guns and wallets from the other man's lap.

"Gotta make sure they don't have traces in these things," he muttered, immediately shifting into pulling apart the weapons and wallets, "and you three need proper weapons so that you can fight if we need to." Grimacing, he glanced at the road and fell in behind a small family car, "So, tell me." He said, directing his gaze across from him, "I know Gabe's story, I know the girl's story. What about you, buddy?" He nodded to Eric, "What's your tale?"
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And I just wanted to say that using different colors in your roleplaying posts is distracting and should probably be avoided unless your name is Lord Synical, because he is an exception. A big exception. To everything. Thanks. He's also batshit insane.
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Seeing the driver's habit of checking the mirror furthered Eric's paranoia. This was gonna blow up in their faces, and he had no choice but to go along with it. The winged girl in the backseat asked about their destination just as Eric was about to do the same, and he saw the man next to him put in Las Vegas, Nevada.

How Eric hated jazz. He grimaced as some horn-blower came over the radio, barely restraining from telling the stranger to turn it off. Grimacing, he just started tuning out the radio in his head, which never worked. why did it have to be jazz.

Then the wallets and guns flew off his lap, and Eric realized just how dangerous this guys was. He was in a car with a fucking telekinetic psyche. Just like Kevin. "Well, honestly you wouldn't believe my story. Still not sure of it myself, but I guess I should start at the beginning" With that he lets loose a half-hearted chuckle, his hand still gripping the Beretta where the driver couldn't see it under his coat.

"Well, i guess i'll start a the beginning. Like most of us, my story begins in a lab. Two months ago, i was in one of the agency's facilities, where they were experimenting on latent psionic abilities. I was one of their best at manipulating memories and deep melds, which is how I escaped. I'm still fuzzy on the details, but while I was, I guess you'd call it 'raiding', one of the scientists minds for the the door access codes something happened. That changed me to what I am now." As Eric said this he released the Beretta in his pocket and pull out his hands, "You see these hands, this face and freakishly tall body? They aren't mine..."

Wait, what am i doing!? Eric mentally screamed at himself. This guy asks for your story and you give him everything! He nearly stopped completely, but knew he had to finish, or they'd all be suspicious.

"anyways, After the last month of running, i ended up here, my car out of gas at a cheap hotel, and no choice but to rent a room for the night, then I 'heard' you all arguing and saw my opportunity when the agents started pouring in." And with that off his chest, he let his hand drift back to the gun in his pocket, just in case.
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Vanessa stared at Gabriel for a long time before giving a small nod. "I think you had better, or I'm going to pass out. Probably will end up passing out anyway." she muttered weakly. She grabbed the backpack at her feet and started unloading bandages onto the seat between the two of them.

She glanced at the two men in the front seat, frowning as the GPS answered her previous question rather than the man. She shrugged out of her coat, tossing it onto the floor. After another glance at Jace and Eric she pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it into a bloody mess with her coat. She wasn't the least bit self-conscious about being half naked in front of three men.

Her wings unfurled slightly as much as the car would allow, the black feathers fluffing out save for the undersides which were as soaked as her shirt was. Around her torso and wrapped around the base of her wings were red bandages that had once been white. "I've lost a lot of blood, obviously." she murmured, looking over her shoulder as Gabriel.

She turned back around and concentrated on the view flashing by out the window, her face set into a grim line as she listened to Eric's story to distract herself. She really didn't care that her breasts were on full view to the men, but did use her backpack to block the lower half of the window. Last thing they needed was someone calling the police for her being seen.

She moved around just slightly, her eyes going to the back of Jace's head. She frowned, finally catching on to the fact that he was driving without even touching the wheel. She narrowed her eyes as much as she could with her vision as fussy as it was. Her feathers ruffled as she shook her head, her hair brushing the edges. She was no angel, and she was not as defenseless as these men seemed to think she was. She was only with them at the moment because of her injuries, and she would be making her exit as soon as she healed.
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Gabriel was unphased by her sudden toplessness. He was raised in a lab, and even though he had human emotions sex was not something he had been pre-programmed with. That was something he would have to learn on his own but now it allowed him to run his hand across them with steady calm hands in order to bandage her up. After tightening the last bit of bandage he balled the bloody bandages up in his hands and with a small output of energy, incinerated them. He looked up to see if the driver had been watching, but had been too busy watching the road. Good, only his fellow angel had seen that.

His energy abilities were to be kept secret from his new 'allies' as long as possible. Wings and a sword were all he wanted known about himself. He looked out the window as they blazed past several cars, they looked like blurs at the speed they were going. He was used to cars looking like ants, but blurs were another thing.

He had only just escaped his lab a week ago, cars, guns, women. These were all so new to him, there was so much to learn so fast. He knew combat, he knew the entire organ system of a human being only in the sense to know what to target. He knew his sword, and he knew Damiens sword. He now knew hotel rooms, their lack of stable doors, their cramped quarters, the thin walls. He now knew the sounds of gunshots, the sound of a man dyng. He now knew what a woman looks like topless and how to patch a womans wounds.

He was still learning to gain a woman's trust, as she still seemed suspicious of him. It was obvious she only let him patch her up out of need, not trust. Trust was allowing so without hesitation or reason, just believeing that intentions were good. Trust was gained through proof of good intention, good intention was shown in desperate situations, and desperate situations required trust. Was trust a result of a desperate situation or was a desperate situation the result of trust?


Humans are so confusing. Their emotions are so complex, so unpredictable. One human will laugh while another human will grow enraged about the same cause. Same cause, different results, different results equal different results of trust. Different results of trust result in different levels of friendship, and different levels of friendship resulted in different levels of trust. It was such a viscious cycle that he couldn't understand.

Trust. This brought him back to the man driving the car. Could Gabriel trust this man? He had fought and killed to get them out safely, that means he should trust this man right? But what if he was simply decieving them before he drives them into an ambush? Were there supposed to be signs? What would the signs be? Did this man know how to hide them? How would you hide them. But wouldn't hiding things be suspicious causing him to suspect the man shouldn't be trusted? Or was this man showing he could be trusted by getting them somewhere else, if he did gain their trust by getting them to safety would he use that trust to betray them later?

All of his battles to this day had been head on and with bodies. He had never realized that in mental battles the battle would be against himself. This was all very odd.
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Jace listened to Eric with partial interest, focusing on not slamming into one of the cars they were racing post along the freeway. A police car flashed its sirens, but gave up just as quickly when they left it in the dust. Meanwhile, the ebon-haired killer had begun fiddling with the guns in his lap using his real hands, he pulled apart each firearm with speed and precision that suggested military training despite his apparent youth. It was as if he knew the weapons back to front as he stripped them, cleaned them, and then put them back together.

As he worked, he appeared to be searching for something, his fingers probing inside the barrel of one of the handguns and, after a moment, pulling out a tiny, beeping circular device. A flicker of flame between his thumb and forefinger incinerated it and Jace nonchalantly pulled it in two pieces, then burn it again, tossing it in the car's ashtray.

As Eric finished his story, Jace cut out from behind an SVU, overtook it and then merged back into the lane, now nearing the two hundred mark on his speedometer and not even fully accelerating. "I'm guessing you're asking yourselves if I'm going to kill you all," he said casually whilst putting the guns back together, "truthfully, I'm still debating it. The evident distrust for the guy who just saved your collective hides rankles me."

He cocked one of the guns and tossed it to Eric, fully loaded, "If you try and get away, I'll find you. If you try and kill me..." He paused for effect, "Don't try to kill me. Leave it at that." The next gun was tossed to Eric as well. "Seraph Girl and Mentality Man each get two guns. I have two guns. Archangel Boy can have his sword." Tossing the final gun behind him to Vanessa, he sighed and leaned back in his seat, "So then," he said idly, "who wants to make the macho speech about not being scared first?"
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