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Undercover of Darkness; Underground Plot: Issue 1
Topic Started: Mar 21 2015, 09:28 AM (792 Views)
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"Hey man, you almost done?" Christian leaned against the ATM, his voice insouciant, his lips playing a friendly smile.

"Do you mind?" The ATM user said. His voice serious, his lips not friendly.

"Oh no! I don't mind waiting at all. It's fine, take your time."

The man scoffed and pressed the big red button with an X on it. "Nevermind!"

"Good bye sir!" Christian said as the man walked away, and then under his breath, "Asshole". Still at the side of the ATM, he trailed his finger on the edge watching the touch screen start to glitch out. When the display started to stream binary he stepped in front of the ATM, "Camera and microphone, Check." With his left hand still on the edge of the ATM he brought up his right hand to the display and only when it was touching did he remove his left hand and place it near the deposit slot. His eyes started flashing back and forth, up and down, almost like he was sleeping, but it was more. It was in time with the display's ones and zeros. Then the familiar sound of cash being shot out of a mechanical device started and the money fell into his left hand. When a healthy amount of bills were deposited Christian's eyes stopped and he started to walk away from the machine, skimming his right hand along its face and only removing it when he was out from in front of the machine.

Christian had only made it down the block when someone yelled, "Hey! Hey you!" This city was like any other big city so everyone ignored it. However, when it said "You with the twenty-one-hundred dollars!" Christian took a hard left into an alley between two buildings.

The man who had called after Christian walked into the alley after him and when he walked past a trash can and rushed into a buildings wall, Christian's arm his his chest and his hand around his neck.

"Pop quiz, what's your name?" His voice still airy and carefree, as if he was shaking the man's hand with his, not threatening to choke him.

"Griffth," The man grunted out, "What's yours?" He put on the same juvenile air Christian did.

Christian paused for a moment, taking in this 'Grif.' A faded, warm colored sleeveless shirt showed through on the parts of his torso that weren't covered by his gray hoodie, and were those pajama jeans? Well this guy wasn't a cop, so who was he?

"Keep up like this and I see 'A's in your future. Question Two, what do you want?"

"I gave you my name, I uhh, can't have yours?"

Tsking, Christian said, "Not the answer I was looking for, sorry." His face scrunched up apologetically. "I don't have a buzzer so this will have to do." Grif's eyes shot open and constricted, when he tried to scream his teeth just ground against each other. His neck was screaming in pain. Pain he hadn't felt like that time he broke his arm.

When the pain finally subsided, all Griffith could say was an emphatic "Wow."

"Now, lets try that again. What. Do. You. Want." With each word his fingers stepped up the side of Griffith's face until his thumb rested over Grif's eye. The level of the threat crushed any niceties this tone of his voice had.

"You... you're, one of," he stopped to exhale deeply, "Them."

"Wow, homophobic much. Jesus."

"Wha-wai-What? No I mean I thought you were a hacker, ah, uh, you're not.. You're a superhuman."

"Well I'm definitely not a normal human," Christian looked back and forth like someone might hear them, whispering he added "Have you seen 'em? Not exactly workin' with a full deck." He inhaled through his teeth with apprehension.

Stepping back he decided that Griffith wasn't much of a threat at all and he dropped his hands off of him. "The name's Christian."

"See, we're, mm, practically friends already."

"So I'm leaving." Christian turned to walk out of the alley.

"WAIT! You can handle yourself. I guess. I want to hire you."

Christian reached into his back pocket and pulled out the money from earlier, "Twenty-one remember?"

"I work with the FBI, they're onto you and I came to warn, ah, hacker you. Now I want to hire you, I've got money and you can lay low while the investigation dies down."

"I work for 2000 a week." Christian said being serious for the first time.

"Hah! Not even! You'll get 500."

"Sure, but if I need more money, I would hate to be caught and have to reveal to the government everything~" Christian's nonchalant attitude was back.

"Deal." Griffith said as he stuck out his hand and the two shook.

"A'right, when do I get to see your secret cave?"

"That better not be a euphemism."

"In those pajama jeans it's not."

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Carissa, it's your post next. I was going to post more but I don't remember Sorella's mom's name and this is a good break anywho. I was going to have Grif send Christian to Sorella's house looking for her mother to see if she had any clues as to why the Paragons were disappearing only to find out she disappeared too. Kumara shows up (Because they [Kumara and Sorella] are totes friends right? Yeah suuuure.) and they refuse to get out of Christian's car so he just returns back to Griffith's base with them and they join the hunt.

At least that's what I was thinking)))


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"Rita!" Sorella yelled from the kitchen, bustling with dinner. "Wash up; dinner is done!"

Sorella hissed and winced as she pulled the steaming bowl of veggies out of the microwave. She jerked her hand away as some of the hot water sloshed out of the bowl and briefly touched her finger.

"Ouch!" she hissed, pulling the second oven mitt over her throbbing hand and cursing her stubbornness at the refusal to use two at all times.

She pressed the small plate over the bowl of corn, peas, and carrots and tipped it over the sink to let out the piping hot water drain into the sink. A few peas rolled their way through the small gap between the lip of the bowl and the plate, following the flow of the water into the garbage disposal.

"RITA!" Sorella yelled louder.

"I'm coming!" Rita shouted back, hopping down the stairs. "Sorry, sorry!"

"You're gonna make me lose my voice," Sorella grumbled, setting the now waterless bowl of veggies on the table in their small kitchen dining room.

"Sis, if you haven't lost your voice from all the talking you do, I think you're okay," Rita quipped and Sorella snickered. "So uh... what's... for dinner...?"

"Don't phrase it like a question!" Sorella snapped playfully, opening the oven and pulling out a casserole dish that she set on the table too as Rita dished the veggies onto her and Sorella's plates.

"Besides..." Sorella said, nose in the air. "I don't know yet because I haven't pulled the foil off."

Rita grinned and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Sorella grumbled and slowly pulled the foil off. She and Rita recoiled, leaning back from the black and brown mess within.

"What IS that?" Rita gasped.

"It's supposed to be a casserole with potatoes and cheese..." Sorella huffed.

"Uh huh..." Rita hit the number 1 speed dial and began to order Chinese food from the restaurant on the corner near their house. "Yes, it's Rita! Hi, how's your mom? Good, good! Yeah, I got that A in math, but I got a C in English. I knoooow, but the exam went awful! How can they expect a 14 year old girl to understand the life and death complexities of a Shakespearean play written thousands of years ago?! Yeppers... ah well... yes, we're ordering the usual... Casserole this time."

Here Rita sent Sorella a smirk and Sorella stuck her tongue out at her. Rita just wrinkled her nose right back and finished the order before hanging up.

"Someday you'll learn how to cook," Rita sighed dramatically.

"Shut up! That's no way to talk to your wealthy benefactor!"

"Ha ha, benefactor? Yes. wealthy? Nuh uh."

Sorella just rolled her eyes and they ate their veggies (the only thing Sorella knew how to make successfully and consistently), and Sorella watched as Rita rolled the peas into a pile on her plate, abandoning them to eat the carrots and corn instead.

"The peas are the best part!" Sorella protested.

"For yooou," Rita sang back at her. "For me, I don't eat something that's greeny, bally, and sounds like the other word for urine."

"They should have a class at my college that teaches 22 year olds about their 14 year old sisters," Sorella said and she and Rita began to laugh when a knock broke the silence.

"Already? Wooow, sis, they must have our order premature before we even call!"

Sorella made a face and answered the door, but instead of the cute delivery guy she was expecting, she saw an older, gruff looking bum on her doorstep with an equally bummy skinny guy smirking at her.

"Hello," he said in a voice anything but inviting.

"Don't lean on my doorframe like some swag movie," Sorella said sternly. "Who are you and what do you want?"

"Ooo, touchy," the skinny guy said, but the man shushed him.

"We're here to ask you a few questions," he said in a voice that reminded Sorella of a hangover and unshaved stubble.

"Are you the police?" she asked, eyes narrowing.

"Well, no, not exactly-"

"Then we have nothing more to say," she said simply, making to close the door.

"It's about Malina's disappearance," the man interrupted, and Sorella froze. "You're her daughter, right? She disappeared on January 8th? Around 4 am on her way home from work... Just around the corner, wasn't it? Close to home?"

Sorella slowly opened the door and Griffith's unkempt face loomed within the gap.

"It was cold that night, wasn't it?" he whispered.

Sorella sneered and opened the door, stepping aside to let the men in. The house was small, but cozy. However, it was cold in the winter because Sorella couldn't afford to run the heat. Now that it was the end of March, however, the house was a reasonable temperature inside.

"This is... quaint..." the thin young man drolled, flicking a vase Rita made in ceramics class.

"Who is it?" Rita asked, leaning tentatively through the archway of the dining room/kitchen.

"Rita, these guys have a few questions... about January 8th..."

Sorella watched nervously as Rita's face flashed with alarm and, more painfully for Sorella to witness, hope. Her light brown eyes the colord of dark caramel filled up and she edged her thin body closer.

"About mom?"

Sorella nodded stiffly. She jerked her head upstairs. "It's Thursday night, so I'm sure you have homework to do that you don't want to put off until the weekend."

Rita hesitated a moment, but caught Sorella's hint. She nodded and cast another curious glance at the strangers before bounding up the stairs.

Sorella lead the men into the kitchen where she had more opportunities to defend herself than in the cramped living room.

"So?" Sorella asked, positioning herself against the counter so her eyes were on them one hundred percent. "Ask your questions, but before I tell you anything, understand that I'll get answers from you. Deal?"

The gruff man nodded and Christian rolled his eyes, lazily poking the casserole with a fork on the table.

"Remind me to look for an obituary in the newspaper tomorrow morning for whatever this was before she killed it," Christian said.

Sorella shot him a glare.

"So... I'm Griffith and this is Christian... we just have a few questions..." He pulled out a tattered notebook and a pen he had to dab on his tongue to get to write decently. "Do you remember the last time you saw your mother? Did she seem worried?"

"Like I told the police, she had been on edge the past few days. She kept checking to make sure the curtains were always closed and she seemed to hover over Rita and I more than usual. She stopped letting us go to our friends' houses, she watched us to make sure we got inside places before driving off, which she always did, but... this was more... paranoid."

"Did she have any enemies?" Griffith asked, scribbling away and rubbing his nose as he sniffled.

"I would imagine so," Sorella said with a wry grin as if she knew a hidden fact that should seem obvious. "She was an advocate for troubled youth. She would often be able to bring in kids that were selling, whether drugs, weapons, themselves, or whatever else, and their 'owners' mad they were losing valuable employees... tch..."

"And no other reason?" Christian asked.

"Nope~" she said, popping her lips on the "p".

"Did anyone visit the house or follow your mother around?"

Sorella shrugged, though her expression was guarded even of the rest of her body was relaxed.

"Look, I'll cut to the chase, cuz I know you know," Christian said with an irate sigh. "We know your mom was a superhuman and made some superhuman enemies. We also know she's on a list of other superhuman to go missing following a pattern."

Sorella's eyes narrowed. She glared at the two men and Huh ffed, and the lights in the room seemed to flicker briefly.

"What else do you know?" she asked.

"I know your mother is not the only one missing, and now Christian does too, seeing as I filled him in," Griffith said, pocketing his notebook. "Well, as you're unwilling to give us more, and no shady figures were seen, we have nothing else... although knowing her mother became paranoid is news and helps us... that is valuable."

A knock sounded on the door and they saw a delivery car parked on the street.

Sorella pulled out some money, but blocked the two men. She was breathless, and her eyes were bright. She stared at the two men, Griffith especially.

"Whatever it is you two are doing, I want in," she said, voice a low growl of desperation. "I've been looking for my mom for six years and I've turned up nothing! You have multiple cases that follow the same pattern! I want in."

Griffith looked at her a moment. "No."

Sorella smiled. "Let me rephrase..." and her body glowed a white light as the furniture began to shake as the pulsing aura from her body reached outward. The lights burned more fiercely and the two men could sense a great deal of power she was holding back for the sake of the delivery boy on the front step.

"I'm. In."

Griffith eyed her a moment before he shrugged. "Then c'mon. You should meet the rest of the team... as it happens, there's a meeting tonight."

Sorella grinned and Christian made a disgruntled sound in his throat. She dashed to the front door and paid the delivery boy. Rita came thundering down the stairs as Griffith and Christian walked out onto the porch, waiting for her.

"You heard through that vent in your room?!" Sorella asled breathlessly, looking flushed.

Rita nodded, eyes bright. "This is the break we've been waiting for! Go on, I'll be okay. You fed and watered me, and I promise to finish my homework."

Sorella kissed Rita's forehead and dashed off, but not before yelling over her shoulder, "Call if you need me, and don't eat the last Twinkie!"

She locked and closed the door before dashing after the dark figures of Griffith and Christian. She could picture her mother's distinctive red hair, the soothing sound of her singing voice, the smell of baking pie filling the whole house...

Six years... six years of searching and nothing, not even a crumb of new info other than what she learned that night...

This was her and Rita's chance! Sorella clenched her fist, intending to not let this opportunity slip away.

This time... she would find her.
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Griffith led them to a lonely looking warehouse filled with dusty crates.

"Feh, nice place, super spy." Sorella said, looking around with disdain.

Griffith merely rolled his eyes and pushed on a rusty wrench. The stack of crates slid to the slide to reveal a stairway that cut down into the ground. He walked confidently into the darkness.

Sorella swallowed nervously, gathered her jacket around her and walked scowling into the depths.

They emerged into a dimly lit, cavernous area that ran underneath the warehouse. At the far end there was a haphazard wall of glowing screens mounted above a cluttered desk covered in mice, keyboards, mics, and Cheetos.

Around the room were scattered boxes filled with papers, recording devices, and other odds and ends.

"Welcome to where the magic happens." Griffith said with a sweeping gesture.

Sorella cocked an eyebrow as she repressed the urge to cringe at the stale mess she was standing in.

"I think it's only fair if you see the primary evidence once our final member arrives."

As he spoke, the crates slid aside again and a young man with blazing red hair and a gaudy, but menacing masquerade mask descended into the room.

Sorella scoffed, "How come I didn't get a mask?"

"Because we all know who you are already." Griffith snapped, "Now can we please get back to business?"

He gathered up all his ramshackle office chairs and a stray crate and the sat down in front of a monitor that was a much higher quality than their seating arrangements.

He pulled up pictures of a grinning brunette woman in white and a dour man in black. "The first two to disappear from public sight were Spectrum and Darkling. There were rumors that they had been killed or kidnapped, but as we well know, spectrum at least retired to raise her daughters." Griffith began, eyes settling on Sorella. "Spectrum did actually vanish many years later, and my information indicates that Darkling lasted several years after retiring before going missing as well."

Sorella's eyes bored into the screen and the picture or her smiling young mother. The carefree young woman she saw was so different from the careworn woman who had raised her and dragged home troubled kids who brought her misfortune as often as not.

"Next was the tragedy of Icarus," he clicked a pointer and the newspaper photo of the fallen hero appeared on the screen. A tall, elegant looking man with magnificent white wings lay sprawled on the ground, his limbs at awkward angles, and a narrow burn hole visible in his torso and left wing. "He was found mysteriously dead about a year after Spectrum and Darkling retired."

Christian shifted uncomfortably at the gruesome crime scene photos, the look on the dead man's face staying with him when he looked away.

"After his death was when the civilian identities of Darkling, then Wolfman, then Spectrum vanished."

"How do you know who Wolfman was? Nobody knew who Wolfman was, even mom." Sorella interjected.

"Well, I figured it out. And clearly somebody else found him first." Griffith replied darkly. "And after they found him... Well, we all remember Venus." He played a video clip that they all remembered of Venus that aired on every news station almost constantly for about a week. They watched man of extraordinary proportions slug it out with the green skinned Amazon under an overcast sky. The clip showed the important parts of the long, destructive battle. They tore through five city blocks, he giant's powerful blows doing more damage to Venus then she could go out to him, but her miraculous healing factor reconstructed flesh and replaced limbs. The fight came to a brutal end when the huge man drew back his fist in a pulse of energy and punched Venus mid-jump. The look on her face conveyed shock in the moment before the force of the blow exploded into her and she splattered across the roadway. A viscous green fluid dripped down a parked car carrying some of her vivid maroon hair down to the pavement. The largest piece of her remaining was a hard, withered brown hunk that could have served as a heart or liver.

They all stayed silent for a while, remembering where they were when the historic brawl aired on the news.

"Ladies, gentlemen... Someone has hunted down the original heroes. Whoever it is killed or captured each of them over the course of a decade.

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Sorella folded her arms across her chest, mostly to hide the fact that her fists were shaking. She half turned to Griffith, inclining her head towards him though her golden eyes never left the monitor as it now played a clip of one of her mother's famous battles.

"Do we have theories as to why?" Sorella asked, keeping her eyes on the screen.

Griffith looked at her blankly and the red haired man snorted in disbelief. Sorella turned to glare at him menacingly, but was angered further by his complete lack of being indimidated by her.

"What's so funny?" she snarled quietly.

"Nothing, just your lack of perception and intellect," he drawled. "Do you think we'd be here if we knew that?"

Sorella folded her arms across her chest and tilted her chin upwards in a challenge.

"Key word here is theories, you arrogant son of a-"

"Now, now..." Christian said. "No need for a fight."

"Thank you, Christian," Griffith grunted, looking relieved.

"Okay, my phone's recording, so now you can fight."

"Gaaah!" Griffith grunted, throwing his hands in the air from frustration.

Sorella twisted her lips angrily at the masked man before looking back at the monitors.

"Well, it isn't likely that it was for superhuman experimentation," Sorella continued.

"Why do you say that?" Griffith asked shrewdly.

"Well, Venus would have been a prime candidate with her regenerative abilities," she explained, pointing to the screen that had Venus' defeat playing on repeat. "This guy just blew through her without even trying to restrain himself. He didn't hold back and his goal was to destroy her. I mean, we can't rule out experimentation being a goal because maybe Venus wasn't fit for their particular needs, but she would be a perfect candidate for most experimentations, so it just seems unlikely."

There was a quiet lull until the masked man slowly began clapping his hands.

"Congrats, you used big words," he teased, grinning and his eyes flashed playfully behind his mask.

Sorella whirled on him, the monitors flickering slightly at the brief surge of energy she exuded.

"Listen, jackass!" Sorella snapped. "I'm doing my best to contribute and find out what happened to my mother, and all you've done is sneer and mock! So how about you tell me who the hell you are and what you can contribute other than being an asshole?!"

Griffith coughed and Christian burst into laughter.

"Okay, I take back my thoughts of finding you worthless. You're amusing to have around," he snickered.

"To be fair, her theory wasnt half bad," Griffith mumbled.

Sorella continued to glare at the man, eyes narrowed in dislike. She spun away from him when he didn't respond, looking at the other two.

"Well? Are we just going to stand here yapping, or help my sister and I not be official orphans?"
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As Sorella, Christian and Griffith chattered away like schoolgirls, Kumara sat off to the side and simply listened to the conversation. Most of the current details didn't involve him at this moment anyway, so he was more than willing to simply ignore the conversation altogether.

This Sorella on the other hand sparked his interest. So far, she'd been able to match his banter with a quick and sharp tongue which had amused him greatly. He was hoping to have provoked her enough to get an idea of what her powers were, or if they were similar to what he'd heard of Spectrum's powers, but that didn't work out. Not that that'd stop Kumara from teasing the poor girl at any chance he got.
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Rita huffed, putting her tiny hands on her waist. Her warm, brown eyes were speculative (and slightly mischievous). Rita clucked her tongue before prancing out of the room and reemerged, carrying a cup of ice water. She resumed staring at her sister, who was sprawled out on her bed and her hair a heaping pile of knots and twists. Drool spilled onto her pillow and she had bags under her eyess as if she hadn't slept much.

"Soreeeeellllllllllaaaaaaaa..." Rita called, poking her sister's cheek. "You have to get up! Time for schoooooooooool!"

Snoooooooooooore...

Rita smiled...

Sorella let out a yelp, flailing as she sputtered at the cold water dripped down her face and the ice cubes clattered from her bed to the floor. She looked around, gasping, and found Rita hiding behind the doorway and peeking in.

"Rita!" she snarled. "What the hell?!"

"If you don't get your butt out of bed, I'll be late to school and so will you!" Rita said, laughing.

Sorella gasped, looked at the clock, and yelped again. She flung the blankets off and threw herself out of the bed, though her face collided harshly with the floor seeing as her feet were still tangled. She threw a pillow at Rita who had started laughing again, and then hurried to the bathroom.

"Rita! Get dressed! Get your school bag ready! Don't forget your lunch money! Brush your teeth! TWICE cuz I KNOW you didn't brush them last night since I wasn't here to make you brush them! Eat a bowl of cereal!"

"I did all that already!" Rita huffed back.

Sorella stomped out of the bathroom, her hair half brushed, and loomed in front of her sister. She leaned in close expectantly and waited; Rita sighed and blew into Sorella's face. Sorella winced and pointed downstairs to where the other bathroom was.

"Okay, but I got dressed, ate my cereal, AND have my bag and school stuff ready!"

Sorella remained steadfast. "Brush."

"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine..."

Rita spun on her heel and Sorella listened to her angry feet stomping before lunging into the bathroom again to continue to tackle the remaining half of her hair. She pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, black laced ankle high boots, and a flowy white tank top.She brushed her teeth and grabbed her brown leather book bag that she had luckily packed for her school day today.

"Rita, time to go!" Sorella yelled, snagging a banana.

"Okay!" Rita said, rushing out of the bathroom and snagging her school bag and light jacket. "How was your secret shenanigans in the dark of night?"

Sorella "glared" at Rita as she locked the door behind them and they rushed to Sorella's beat up white car. She patted the vehicle tenderly, eyeing the patches of rust and sighed before unlocking the car. She got in and twisted the keys as Rita buckled up, and the engine roared to life after a few wheezing, struggling breaths.

"Sis, your car stinks."

Sorella gasped and looked offended. She hugged the steering wheel and said dramatically, "Don't insult Akela like that! She's the most reliable car I've ever had, and she's gotten me through a lot ever since I bought her in high school with my own money! She's never broken down, never lost a battery, and never left me stranded!"

Rita quirked up an eyebrow. "Your point?"

"Show her respect!" Sorella growled playfully as they pulled out.

Sorella ignored many speed limit signs as she drove Rita to school, eyeing the time anxiously. She had exactly 15 minutes to not only get Rita to school, but rush into her class on time. Rita was snickering.

"Soooooooo, tell me about it!" Rita said. "We've got time!"

Sorella smiled as she ignored a stop sign, turning sharply right. "Okay, so the bigger guy in the Hagrid costume has been studying mom's and other hero's disappearances and murders for a long time. That's how he found us. He wants me to help."

"Will you?!"

Sorella fixed Rita with a look and she laughed sheepishly.

"Right, dumb question."

"Okay, so then the skinny guy that reminds me of the annoying glasses guy in High School Hottie club show you like-"

"It's Ouran High School HOST club, not hottie club!" Rita huffed angrily.

"What's the difference?" Sorella scoffed. "Anyway, and the last guy is this obnoxious masked guy that refused to do anything by lean in the corner of the room, look at his split ends, and sigh melodramatically like he could be doing anything better with his time."

Rita suddenly was looking euphoric. "He had red hair? And a mask? And he was MYSTERIOUS?! Oh my god, was he hot?!"

"Wh-what?!" Sorella gasped, squealing into the near empty school entrance and slamming on the breaks. "What's that got to do with anything?!"

"He's a mysterious masked guy in a secret, underground group of superheroes trying to solve the mysterious disappearances and murders of the heroes of our day!" Rita said in a rushed gasp, eyes lighting up with fangirlism. "He's my soul mate, I know it!"

"GET OUT OF THIS CAR AND GO LEARN SOME THINGS! Then maybe you'll come to your sense!" Sorella snarled, shoving Rita's shoulder.

"Get him to come over!" Rita called, rushing out of the car.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," Sorella hissed, watching until Rita was safely inside before taking off again.


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Sorella rushed into her Art class with her long, dark hair twisted into a messy bun, strands slipping out of the elastic in an escape attempt. She threw herself into one of the chairs in front of one of the easels, gasping for air and smiling to herself. 10 minutes early! Take that! Other students filed in, but she was not approached and nor did she approach others; she had no business making friends when she had thousands of other things to do, and nor did she need the distractions with Rita being her responsibility and graduation in her sights two years away. She pulled out her notebook and a freshly sharpened pencil.

"Isn't it old fashioned to use a pencil when most people use mechanical ones?" a voice next to her asked.

Sorella looked up and swallowed a groan. Kumara Bharata, someone she knew as the campus hotshot and all around popular guy, was leering down at her, resting his bag and occupying the chair and easel next to her. His fire-truck red hair was windswept as if he had just ridden an hour on a motorcycle or a horse. His clothes were simple, but stylish, with a casual grace she could never achieve. She glared at him, openly showing her distaste.

"What are you? The pencil police? Besides, those flimsy mechanical pencils do nothing but break with their thin lead and make you go and buy more for twice the price."

Kumara quirked an elegant eyebrow upwards. "Oh really?"

Sorella began to write the heading of the notes she saw on the front chalkboard, getting a headstart before class started.

"These pencils are one hundred percent reliab-

SNAP!

Sorella stared at the broken pencil tip in shock. She heard Kumara snickering next to her and glared at him. She looked around for a pencil sharpener only to realize...

"This art room doesn't have one, remember? That's why the professor said we needed to bring our own~" he teased, flashing a pack of mechanical pencils, fresh and unused.

Sorella glared at him and resolutely turned to her bag, digging for her own pencil sharpener... when she realized she had lent it to Rita after they had gotten home from school and helped Rita do her homework. She sucked in a breath, feeling her stomach boil when Kumara shook the pencils at her.

She wordlessly took one and resolutely turned her back on him.

"My, my~ aren't we ungrateful? You owe me a favor now~" he teased, eyes glinting mischievously.

"How about I give you my two cents? SHUT. UP."
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"My, my, aren't we testy today~" Kumara sneered, though Sorella pointedly ignored him as she scribbled down the notes before the teacher erased them.

As the class wore on, Kumara entertained himself by doodling in his own notebook and half listening to today's lesson. Occasionally, he'd glance over to Sorella to see her concentrating on the lesson with an expression of fierce determination.

Yeesh, you'd think she was failing all her classes with a face like that... Kumara thought with a snort, turning back to his doodling. He'd ended up doodling cheesy, purposely cartoonish superheros, making him snort a little in amusement before he stared at the drawings with a more serious expression.

I wonder... if whoever's hunting down the original heroes, will they go after us next... He thought to himself, chewing on a thumbnail as he thought.
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Christian walked into the hospital. He danced around people, maneuvering in and out of lines to get to the desk he needed.

"Why what a fine young man," The elderly woman behind the counter said, "Hello Christian."

"Hey Nina," He said, a smile on his lips as he pulled out a white padded envelope from his back pocket.

Nurse Nina quickly typed on her computer and then said, "The cost comes to eight thousand dollars." He handed her the envelope, and she shook her head, "I don't want to know where this came from do I?"

With a smirk Christian replied, "I don't want to know where this came from."

"Well I do." A deep husky voice said behind him.

"Ah my favorite Dick DP," Nina chuckled under her breath as she counted Christian's cash. Christian turned around and looked at Detective Devon Phillip, how can I help you today." Devon rolled his eyes, familiar with Christian's antics and dragged him towards a mostly empty hallway before throwing him against a wall, and Christian said under his breath, "Man everyone wants a piece of this lately."

"Cut the shit. You're not still running are you?"

Christian's face tightening, and he looked to the right before quietly replying, "no."

"Then where the fuck did that money come from?"

"I got a job." When Devon's eyes widened Christian added, "Not with any gang, it's private work, for some rich asshole who can't dress."

"You're being straight with me?"

"Well I'm nev- ugh, Sorry." Christian looked Devon in the eyes, "I'm not lying. This is the truth."

There was a pause between the two, heartbeats ticked to the clock as Devon figured out if he believe Christian or not.

With a sigh, Devon shook his head and motioned down the hall, "Go on, Anna's probably waiting for you."

"She's in a coma, it's not like she's really waiting for anybody.

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Sorella's phone buzzed insistently, but every time she tried to edge her hand towards her pocket, one of her grocery bags started to tip out of her arms. Sh'd have liked to curse, but the plastic bag holding her eggs and bread was clenched between her teeth to keep it from sliding off the other bags.

She hustled a little faster towards her car, horrific mental images playing out in her head of Rita trapped in a fire, desperately calling her for help. Rita stranded in a bad area of town, hounded by predatory teen boys. Rita in jail, her one phone call ticking away as she hurried across the godforsaken parking lot. She let out an aggravated sigh and started kicking the trunk of her car until it popped open of its own accord. She haphazardly dumped her groceries into the dim, gym clothes-eating cavern, and fumbled for her phone as quickly as possible, almost dropping it into a rainbow-hued puddle of oily water.

"Hello?"

A pre-recorded voice droned out from her phone's speaker just a few notches too loud for comfort. "Hello. Meet us in the usual place if you wish to continue the search for your mother." There was a click as the line went dead.

She angrily slammed the trunk closed and went around to get into her car, scrolling to see what the callback number was to give Griffith a piece of her mind. Surely a text would've been just as effective? Or a frickin' email?! Unfortunately, the phone was of the opinion that she hadn't received any calls since that morning. "Stupid hackers." She snarled, jerking the car into gear and lurching out of the parking lot towards home.


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Sorella stormed down the geeky hidden passageway that lead into the water-stained underground dorm room that was their supposed meeting place. "What is so important?" She demanded, glaring at Griffith and studiously ignoring the dark and red haired men to the side.

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"We just wanted to say 'hi'," Christian answered. The daggers Sorella glared at him made the point that now is not the time.

"Thankfully not," Griffith rotated in his computer chair and looked at newest member, "if only so you don't murder us all."

He leaned forward and self assured smirk pulled up and into the glint of his eye.

"What?" Sorella asked.

"I found one!" He pressed a button on the keyboard and pictures of Wolfman appeared.

"You found Wolfman!"

"Well uh, no. Um I mean...His son. Another kid like you." Griffith pressed another button and Wolfman picture's minimized, and files from the CIA, FASCE, JAG all opened on his computer. A native american man dressed in military olive drab fatigues barely in frame was the subject of each. The three looked at the documents and they ranged from complaints of morality, to redacted after action reports.

"Someone had a kid with... Wolfman?" Sorella asked, memories of her mother talking about how the physical aspects of his powers were the least of his problems when compared to his fanged personality.

"Kinky." Christian muttered with smirk.

"Shouldn't the kid be a wolf too?" Kumara asked while pretending his getting up and walked to the computer screens to get a better look was something he wanted to do before Christian said something.

"No. Ew! And their both shapeshifters." Griffith responded to each comment in order. He turned around to face his computers and starting typing. The clearest image of the man maximized on the screens. "His name is Veren Grey. He was adopted by Wolfman, born Rodrick Grey, as a request of FASCE when an infant left at a hospital started to change between a human, and a wolf cub. That city still has rumors of werewolves stalking the night." When he said that he flip to a series of news reports and FASCE case files about werewolves in Detroit. With another click they minimized and the CIA reports took focus, "While technically a contracted member to FASCE, he was on-loan to the CIA where he's been... Well listing where he hasn't been would be faster. Name a foreign conflict America's been in, in recent years and he's been there. However, last September Veren cut all ties with the government despite still being in contract. It seems we have a prime opportunity here, but we're going to have to be careful."

"Thank's for the bibliography, you want to explain the helpful bits now?" Kumara asked.

Griffith rolled his eyes, "I was getting there. Last September also marked the tenth anniversary of Rodrick's disappearance. It's been a full decade since Veren's father disappeared. He probably cut ties with the government because he's upset with the lack of progress. That anger can work for us. Add to the fact that he hasn't been arrested for breaking his contract yet most likely means he's got blackmail. Blackmail we need. However he does have ties to the people who are probably behind the disappearances, so we can't show our hand to him like we did with some people." He raised a hand over his head to point to Sorella as if the three of them couldn't have worked it out for themselves. "We need that information quickly, and this is our last lead. If you head out now you can get there before the sun falls."

He reached behind him to grab his keys, but Kumara interrupted him, "We are not driving out of down in your rust bucket." He turned his head towards Sorella and said, "Not your suburban death trap either." So he looked at Christian.

Whom then raised his hands and said, "I'm to gay and millennial to own a car."

Kumara rolled his eyes and pulled out his keys. "I guess were taking mine." He reached his hand out to Griffith, "Gas money."

"I'll get it," Christian said and started walking out.

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The sun was low in the sky when they were on the dirt road that lead to Rodrick's farm. The only car to pass them was a black van. Christian's feet hung out the side of the car as the v8 engine of Kumara's sports convertible roared down the road. No one had spoken the entire ride. The last words was Christian's response of 'Totally' to Sorella's 'That's illegal' when he put his hand on the gas dispenser and told it to pump free gas.

The farm came into view. It's green paneling was mud crusted and the windows were boarded shut. Dandelions owned the brown yard which matched the metal of the roof of a large barn and other metal objects around the large property, like a gate to a now dilapidated fence, and a leaning flagpole with no flag.

"Well good to know we just drove into a slasher movie." Christian muttered under his breath.

"You're so childish." Sorella said as she got out of the car.

"Aren't we all just children to god?" Christian asked and looked at Kumara.

"We're all made in his image right?" Kumara responded and help his hands together to pray. Of which didn't last a second before the two started laughing. Sorella scoffed and headed towards the door. The other two caught up in short order.

Sorella looked to make sure everyone was ready, Kumara's mask had offset and he fixed that, Christian was staring into space; but with him that was probably normal. The fidgeting of the mask gave her an idea however, her skin started to glow, iridescent, like a model in a skin care commercial, but it continued to grow in intensity. Her body was now glowing.

"Well all right light bulb, you want me to open the get the door?" Christian asked, but expected no answer as he slipped to the front of the party and knocked on the door. It was already leaning however, so it creaked ever so slowly opened each of the three times he knocked. "Okay, yeah, no, nope, not happening." He said as he throw his arms up in surrender and walked backwards away.

"Leave it to the only adult," the glowing Sorella walked into the door. She pushed the door the rest of open and a glass bottle shattered against the door frame.
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