Feudal America - A super-power RP in modern day America (Game Thread)

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Lenneth pondered his offer "i must pass on your offer, temping as it is, where as I'm like you in that i don't care who wins or rules what, i am some what more selfish, i like to be paid for killing people. so unless we can reach some for of business agreement, I'm afraid as shall continue to look after my own interests" she said with a smirk "while i watch the city burn in the chaos surrounding us"

Lucy got a nervous look to her, she hated when Lenneth talked like that, she could never tell how much as an act and how much was her true feelings
 

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Fromanzio sighed hard. He looked at his wound and was surprised it was taking this long for a single person to try and help him. Hospital was probably busy, but dying really was not on Fromanzio's schedule.

Oh well, if the military hires her, she would make a good pin cushion at least.

Why is that always your solution?

Why is that not always yours?

Am I going to have to take over here?

Oh god no.

Go away, you are even worse than him!

Fromanzio was looking somewhat distressed, his arguing with himself was beginning to turn into mumbles. He ran up to the front desk and started frantically banging it. "I highly suggest you hurry and get me some help!"
 

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Henry stood there, frozen. What the doctor asked him was more than what he could have stolen from the family stores, and he was certain that the family didn't value uncle Vance that much. He was torn between his uncle ? his friend, and what loyalties lied with the rest of the family. His younger brother had already loaded the poor sod into the house and the doctor extended his hand.

"Vance? they're asking too much", Henry turned to his younger brother. Tears began to form around the corners of his eyes, and the boy's knees began to shake. Henry couldn't bear to watch his brother like that, and he couldn't leave the man who served as a surrogate father figure for him ever since his father was blinded by that explosion.

Henry grabbed the doctor's hand and squeezed it firmly. "Fine, Doc, you have your deal. Now patch him up quickly. If Vance dies, you get nothing. Understood?".

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The other four had already armed themselves with their rifles and stood before the stairs leading up to the entrance to city hall. Ben marched down the stairs and shouted at the crowd to disperse.

"Get your asses outta here, The McNeil are staying here!", Ben shouted at the crowd but they didn't seem to budge. An assortment of curse words and wishful thinking dribbled out of the crowd in a sort of diarrhea fashion, all of their hopes sounding like garbage in the eyes of poor 'ol Flinch who had had enough of hearing every single person cursing his mother and sisters.

"Put your ear plugs on, now!", Flinch ordered the others and Ben complied as well. Flinch positioned himself towards the masses and clicked his tongue, sending out a high frequency signal that caused agony to all those who heard him outside in the crowd. Most of the people fell down to their knees but the others stood their group and even carried forward. One man, holding a lead pipe, charged at Flinch's brother and tried to land a hit, but he already shot the man before he could swing the thing at him.

At a small flat nearby, a certain someone was violently awoken from his slumber as the sound from Flinch's click penetrated his ears and caused him untold anguish. Matthew sprang to life that very instant, the ongoing events outside drawing his curiosity.

Flinch was careful when he slowly went down the stairs and stumbled upon Ben. Ben then took his earplugs off and Flinch whispered something in his ear. 'Lets not waste ammunition? Get inside, and kick them till they bleed and run like mice.'

Daryl and Gavin, now having survived Flinch's deadly sound-waves need to prepare themselves for the worst of offenders. Dan slumped forward and went through his armed family members. The first person he saw he hit with his right hand, sending his body to the ground and crushing him completely.

"Run, you fucking mice, RUN!", Dan screamed at the crowd.
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The damned boy turned away from Ben and started to run away from him. Ben quickly offloaded four shots into the insolent brat, but before he could blink he was gone from the scene. Whatever was that boy, it wasn't human, and the thought of more super-humans in the city that they've missed scared Ben. They knew of some small time gangs being controlled by a super, but they all operated outside of the McNeil zone and their protection. They were small fries, nothing to fear ? but if someone had infiltrated the city without their knowledge?

"Hey!", Ben looked back at the four remaining hostages."-Do any of you know that guy? the one? the fast one", his voice was trembling. He walked a few steps out of the alleyway and caught a glimpse of his relative in full combat gear.

"Yo!, Jimmi!", Ben shouted at him. The other man aimed his gun at him and for a moment Ben feared the most, but he then pulled it aside and shouted back from the other side of the street.

"I almost shot you, Ben!", Jimmi answered. Ben walked towards the incoming group of armed McNeil soldiers that survived the truck crash and waved at them with his pistol as he drew nearer. He seemed to have forgotten about his hostages, but they had little escape routes to look for.
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The looting seemed to be going brilliantly for all those involved, of course disregarding those who were killed by their fellow looters for swag #A or swag #B, each with its own value. Charles was trying to stay unnoticed after his attempt at going for a jewelry store, but wishing to remain alive he decided to rummage through the warehouse shop that housed all of the city's excess products. Knowing that the McNeil family was never too big on technology, he was hoping to find some equipment in there.

Outside George was considering his options. He could return to the city hall and inform his family, or he could deal with the situation himself. Knowing fully well that the more he delays his decision the less there will be left to salvage, George set off to stop the looters. The thirty year old man stood on top of a dog hairdresser shop and eyed the view in front of him. It all felt like that time of the collapse, when everything was uncertain.

George set off and jumped off the roof, turning on his power and flying through the crowd of people. The wind around him turned into blades at dashes from his flight hit the looters and left them with cuts over their bodies. The fortunate Charles had already entered the electronics shop when he had heard cries of agony from outside. Something was wrong, and it looked like the McNeil had something to do with it.

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At the lobby entrance to the hospital's ER wing, two very strange individuals sat at the reception, one bleeding, the other holding a bleeding friend. The banter between the two seemed like out of a sick comedy sketch show, but nobody was that deranged to think it up. The nurses at the desk slowly disappeared form the scene, leaving only one unfortunate soul to guard the entrance and let people in.

The words being thrown around even scared those who sat across and near those two. Words like killing, mercenary, death? It all seemed dangerous, as if the McNeil family was on its famed hunts form the beginning of their era, but those weren't McNeil. They were something else.
IT was something else entirely.

It was the stranger one of the two who first came to the reception and shout at the nurse there.

"I highly suggest you hurry and get me some help!", Fromanzio spoke in a nervous tone as his arm continued to bleed in the hall.

The terrified nurse tried to force a smile at the clown as her right hand was rummaging under the counter for a handgun left there just for these kinds of incidents.

"Sir? uhm, sir, is that right?", she fumbled with her words, "You need to wait, and, uhm? pay for your visit first? F-fifteen hundred d-dollars first?". The nurse felt the cold stock of the colt handgun and she quickly tried to hold it firmly under the counter.

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It was in his best interest to leave the scene of combat, but doing so also meant that James had left other four acquaintances and if I may say, friends, to die. He tried moving towards the hospital, luckily evading the shots Ben had tried to hit him with, but the road forward was blocked by the truck Jenna was riding in earlier. The turned over vehicle blocked off the whole street and what remained of the squad sent to deal with the invaders only now managed to climb out and reorganize. James had to stop before the truck and quickly think of a way out of this conundrum, if he was really going to end up at the hospital.

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They screamed in his mind. The fauna of the city all screamed in his head, all of the time. He couldn't bear it, but the most recent screams were the loudest. Somebody was setting them ablaze, somebody was killing Warren family. The giant arose from his slumber awkwardly, but first he had to find a way to leave the concrete prison he found himself in, the sewers, and protect his brothers above ground.
 

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?nrrrghhhhh

Scratching, skittering, gnawing, gnashing. Teeth and bones and flesh. A sharp squeak, a scuffle, and no more.

?aaaagh

His awareness gathered at the edges, not wary, but slow, steady. Like the sun rising. Tendrils gorged, nutrients and protein fuelled spindly vine-limbs, thickening and strengthening them. Tips fed into concrete floor, searching for earth, for father.

No, for the ground, solid and rock hard. Warm and damp.

Only cold here.

Warren?s eyes opened slowly, yellow depths flicking with tiredness, with age. He sat up or tried to, and fell back when his arms weren?t where he thought they were. In fact, they were lodged in-between the gaps in the concrete beneath him, twisting and working their way deeper.

Surprised, Warren went to yank them out, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind they relented. Coiling up like young ferns beneath his palms. That was when he noticed the greenery, and the rest of his surroundings.

He was in a sewer, no doubt about that, but it was unrecognisable. (Not that he made a habit of frequenting sewers, but one generally has a good idea of what they are meant to look like.) It was like a forest, vines and creepers crawled the walls and ceiling, hanging and swooping across the width of the narrow passage. Tufts of grass erupted at infrequent intervals through the ground, where the rock had obviously been worked away by time, and given opportunity for nature to take over.

He lay at the centre of it, where the grass was lush and plentiful. A small path of sunlight was pleasantly resting at the centre of his forehead. Warren sat up, and felt tired in the dark, his head pounding suddenly and without warning. He shuffled back to let the sun rest at the crown of his head, and truly observed his appearance.
Green skin, fingers, and long, coiled, limbs like the creepers above; twisting into knots and untwisting without whim. He was naked, and his body was thinner than it had been since he was a teenager. Hips and waist abnormally small, larger shoulders though, stretching to accommodate the length of his arms. Which, he estimated would hang down to trail at his heels when he stood.

As he rose the vines above him tangled and supported his unsteady steps, kindly, gently, like his wife or sons when they would help him in his garden-

His wife! Marie! Where was she? Was she safe? She?d left for work a few days ago and?

And what? His house had been overgrown, like this place, but brighter somehow, more like home. Even more than when it hadn?t been. Yes, like his magnificent garden? ahh, the orchids in bloom, the magnolias, the roses. How he valued them and their soothing presence in these troubled times.

Yes, there times were bad, and his wife worked for the worst, the McNeil?s and their regime. So where was she? And where was he? And his garden, his family?

All this time he?d been standing the feelers had crept up his legs, strengthening his limbs and alerting him to sounds far away. But no human sounds. No, this was something? else. Something alien, and dominating, but also calm, soothing. Warren eased into the sound, his eyes closing. His feet grew tired and he began to settle down for another nap, just a short one?

Fire! Pain! It?s burning, burning and fire and death and they are killing us and oh god help help us no it?s comingpleasehelpus.

His eyes snapped open, fury rolling off him in palpable waves as the fauna roiled and whipped about in frenzy. There was no time for rest. His family was in trouble.

Follow the sun? rise above the earth? grow and dominate?
?Yes,? he whispered, mouth cracking open into a vicious snarl that echoed beneath him with hundreds of tiny mouths. ?Yes, save our family, save our garden of delights.?

He raised his hands, fingers uncurling and reaching to the sky above. They found the iron plate that bound him into this green prison and hurled it up and away. He stood beneath this circle of sunlight and let it fill him up, invigorating the last few joints-that-were-no-longer-joints and consuming him as he rose up and out of the sewer, the vines lifting him where his limbs couldn?t support his body on the slim ladder that usually served as the path to the exit.

Drenched in the light now, Warren turned his head to the sun, to stare directly into its life-giving glow. Then the screams of his family brought him back to earth, and into it. His roots tore down and out, seeking out true earth, not the hardened, blackened rock he found himself on, and sought the area of most carnage, of most pain for his precious children.

There, streets away, but not too far. He stepped forward, and fell flat on his face. His roots bound him to the ground, strong and unyielding. He swiftly recalled them, and the came, chattering in his head and whispering and sighing gently about the sky and the wind. He was forced upright once more, and moved on his way.

Soon enough he arrived, not without a few more stumbles as he checked and rechecked his location through the roots. 4th avenue. He knew this place, nice houses, nice gardens. He?d complimented the yellow one often enough to know the scents for each time of year. Wonderful composition, an all-around beauty.

But not anymore.

Tyre tracks marred its once pristine lawn, discarded shells littered its earthen walls, and a small fire silently consumed a young tree that stood in the corner. Warren felt its screams, and echoed them. Wailing roots dragged him off the main road and around the back, out of the warzone. But his anger still raged. The grasses behind the houses and apartment blocks grew, coiling and writhing like snakes. He stalked to the back of the yellow house, leaving a trail of aggressively growing plant-life in his wake. That?s when he saw the people, one with a firearm of some description, and others without, huddling together. Warren rolled forward on vengeance, aiming his ire at the most aggressive looking one. He would die first.
 

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Matthew's eyes snapped open and his first action was to scream in pain. He felt like his ears and brain had just been stabbed, if such a thing could even be imagined. He writhed on the filthy madrass in his small flat. His claws ripped into it, causing long rends in the fabric. It took him a full minute of agony to recover and even then, he still had a splitting headache and ringing in his ears.

Aiken managed to sit up on his bed, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his left hand. What had just happened? He could vaguely hear wails of pain coming from the hallway of the apartment building. There were people there. Dying people. His mind strayed from them as he took in his surroundings, no, the threat wasnt in his room that was clear. It was from outside then. It had awoken him in the most brutal of manners. He tasted blood in his mouth, having raked his tongue on his teeth in his fit of agony. It was more pleasant than he cared to admit and he was awarded with a flood of adrenaline surging through his body. He shivered lightly, imaging how he could potentially exact brutal revenge on his aggressor. Only, he didn't know who it was.

The sensation was abruptly ended as Matthew had to lean to the side of his bed, heaving up yesterday's lunch when his dark thoughts had strayed. It still made him sick to think about rending and biting humans. He didn't feel up to the task of questioning wether he could still be considered human or not, he had to focus on survival for now. Matthew's pains were already fading as he stood up, looking for his clothes. He had fallen asleep in a pair of grey slacks and a white t-shirt. The skin on his arms, all the way down to his forearm was a dark green scaly texture. His neck likewise had this property, and of course, his fingers ended in sharp claws. He managed a slight exhale, as wisps of green mist trailed out of his mouth.

Eventually, his gaze caught his clothing which was in a heap on the floor. If he was going to head out, he'd need to cover his body fully. He grabbed his shoes first and put them on, tying the laces as to not trip over them though he fumbled with it a little, claws and all. They were cheap running shoes, a dull worn white colour mixed with faded black. Next was a hoodie shirt, way too large to fit him properly. He put it on, causing the sleeves to cover his hands and the edge of the shirt going a bit down his thighs. Last, he wrapped a winter scarf around his mouth, letting the end trail down one side as he pulled up the hood of his shirt. This would have to do. The only thing abnormal about him now, besides the awkward clothing were his dark golden eyes. They seemed to gleam under the darkness of the hood, predatory in nature with black flecks here and there staining them. They were also bloodshot, from the sudden awakening.

He made his way towards the door, the pain he had felt already a distant memory as a few minutes had passed. He had to get out of here and find out what was going on. He needed to survive.
 

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A gun was pointed directly at him!
John has completely miss-calculated - the soldiers had been driven back and that other group; which he saw were the McNeils; held the street in front of the yellow house. He heard distant gunfire, but he was caught in a lull.
The gun aimed at him from across the street gestured slowly that he backed up. John did as he was told and made slow movements back; the currents of suspicion were strong in the mind of the man with the gun.

He slowly rejoined the other civilians as Ben finally came to from his shock and started talking to the man with the gun; 'Jimmi'.
Fear radiated from his mind, the discovery that James had a power worried him - a super that the McNeils did not control was a threat, no two ways about it. John had learnt that in this New World, supers were high profile assets; the nuclear weapons of the New World - there were no hidden supers; no supers without an agenda. But James was exactly that... as was John. Dots began to join. Two people was no statistical sample, but it suggested one thing, something that Ben had not yet realised but something that filled John with a terrible sense of foreboding...

This was a second awakening!

Terrible conflict was coming - one in which citizens were nothing but collateral. With this tragic realisation he looked to the three citizens cowering around him. He'd had ample time to get used to the storms of their minds; fear, uncertainty, and worries for loved ones, ruled the surface. But deeper there was a will to live; a defiance. These three had survived the first awakening - John was sure they were damn well going to survive the second.

In a hushed voice, told the civilians; "Let's get out of here, follow me," reluctance; ?Don't worry, he has forgotten about us ? bigger things to deal with." He offered his hand in support to the woman nearest. They nodded in acceptance, and began to move, but something was off.

The grass, it was growing unnaturally fast. John's mind surveyed the area and found the source - a mind that was barely human. This hurricane was no less complicated, but the winds and currents were slower, much slower, but also unwavering and resistant to change. Images of plants and forests dominated, and these images were associated with a... loving affection?

Now John's eyes followed his mind and; indicating for the others to slow; he surveyed the area; that's when he saw the 9ft plant man striding towards them. Now with visual clues aiding his intruding mind he sensed anger in the powerful figure...

Running was no option with the McNeils behind; dread filled John, he had to think fast; "Back up against the wall and stay perfectly still!" he hissed at the others who had noticed the figure by now and realising the danger, obliged. He was praying that this man would see no threat here.

John's mind now surged forward and dove into the plant-man's mind in a desperate attempt to find some clue on how to react.

"And don't step on the fucking grass!"
 

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James saw his way was blocked and abruptly turned, if anything a bit too sharply, straining his leg. He would feel that when he slowed down. James abruptly ran down the street and looked for an alleyway that could get him to another street and loop round the truck. However, when he came to the end of his chosen alleyway, he had to stop. Only then did he feel the effects of his power. Crouching down behind a pile of crates, James caught his breath and felt a twinge in his leg.

Looking out at the street, it appeared deserted, but it could have people in buildings looking out. James walked out of the alleyway and down the street, taking care to play up his leg. It would be better to appear the wounded civilian than let too many people see he had a power.

As he made his way along, James heard a noise behind him that made him turn around quickly.
 

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Gavin grabbed his head, the piercing sound waves rattling around is his head. So, this is how it starts. People around him started running in fear or falling to their knees, but even more ran towards the McNeil's. They weren't backing down, despite how powerful the family was, and neither was Gavin. Gavin quickly reached down to his belt, slipping his hand through his grappling hook. It locked around his forearm and the triggers slid up to his wrist. Gavin equipped a spear head and prepared for the worst. There was going to be a lot of blood today. Gavin hoped some of it would be the McNeil's. He watched as a McNeil made his way past the rest of his family and crushed a man with a single punch.

"Run, you fucking mice, RUN!" The McNeil said, Dan if Gavin's memory served him right and the files he'd read were correct.

Gavin tensed his knees and the area around him got lighter. This was it. He suddenly turned around and fired a minor repulsive blast, pushing back those who weren't running. Gavin understood their motivation, the people they wanted to protect, why they wanted to do it, but figured he'd give them a few more seconds to decide whether they really wanted to go up against the McNeil's.

With part of the crowd out of harms way, he launched himself backwards through the air and found himself floating above the McNeil. They made eye contact and Gavin flipped him off, firing the speared grapple directly at Dan. Dan took a quick step back and the grapple embedded itself in the ground, a few inches in front of him. Gavin didn't take any time to hesitate, he reeled himself in fast, aimed at the McNeil, and dislodged the grapple, simply letting gravity and momentum due the work. Gavin collided with Dan, but stopped instantly, an extremely strong hand around his neck. In that one fell swoop, Gavin found himself face-to-face with a McNeil and so far, things didn't look like they were going to end well. Dan only glared up at Gavin as he spoke, saying the only thing that came to his mind.

"Bet you didn't expect to find a condor hiding among the mice." Gavin seethed before reducing the gravity around them, sending himself, Dan, and a number of McNeil's flying into the air.
 

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Darryl feel to his knees and covered his ears as the sound waves rolled through the crowd. As the crowd started to disperse slightly some quickly recovered and charged towards the steps of the palace and the McNeil's themselves. As Darryl staggered to his feet he watched as Dan McNeil obliterated a man and quickly turned his attention back to the mob and shouted.

"Run,you fucking mice,RUN!"

Things were getting hectic. With the crowd slowly losing it's numbers Darryl knew time was of the essence. If there was going to be any chance in taking the palace and finishing off every last McNeil in that place it would have to happen now. Darryl grabbed a bat off the ground beside him and clutched it in his right hand with the crowbar now in his left. As he and a few others rushed towards Dan the small group quickly stopped in their tracks as they all took a double take to make sure they were witnessing the same thing. A man that had been apart of the crowd had launched himself straight into the air and was floating above Dan. The group continued to look on as the man collided with Dan and somehow ended with both men, and a few others up in the air. After regaining his composure Darryl turned his attention to the tiny group behind him.

"Throw everything you can at em while they're distracted!!!" Darryl blurted.

Soon rocks and a assortment of other small objects were flung through the air making their way towards Dan and the other McNeil's. It would make no real difference but it would sure throw off their focus.
 

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As they were lifted above the crowd and the rest of the McNeil's, Dan released his grip. The other McNeil's, Dan, and Gavin all came to an abrupt stop, simply floating freely in the air. Gavin quickly brought his hands to his throat, rubbing it furiously. A few more seconds, and he was sure Dan would've snapped his neck. He saw Dan floating a few feet away from him, slightly confused.

"Didn't expect that now did you, fucker?!" Gavin yelled, preparing to drop them. Suddenly the other McNeil's took point, using their guns to get into position, preparing an attack and taking aim at Gavin from all sides. Even if he dropped them all now, they had perfect shots on him and would probably end up firing into the crowd. "Okay, so you guys aren't idiots and I fucked up." He aimed his grappling hook. "Bring it!" He yelled, knowing he wasn't gonna gently drift back to the ground. As one right in front of him took aim, a lead pipe slammed into the side of his head. It sent him reeling and he let out a scream. More debris, pipes, rocks, wooden boards, and the like were thrown at the McNeil's. Gavin looked down and saw him, one guy in particular armed with both a crowbar and a bat directing the crowd. He wasn't sure if the guy could see him, but Gavin gave him a quick salute. Suddenly, he saw a rioter next to him hit with a chunk of a concrete and an entire group was shot down in a hailstorm of bullets. The McNeil's had started firing into the crowd and Dan was throwing their own materials back at them.

"Oh fuck, what have I done!" Gavin yelled out, aiming his grappling hook. He pierced through one's skin and reeled himself in. They redirected their fire at him and Gavin felt a number of bullets collide with his vest. He soon watched as parts of his white hoodie slowly turned red, up and down his arms. He'd been shot before, plenty of times, but not by this many people at one given time. Gavin wasn't superman and let gravity take hold once more, the McNeil's colliding with the ground. Gavin slowed his own fall, landing on one knee before bending over in pain.

The other McNeil's weren't so lucky, groaning in pain from the fall. Dan quickly jumped to his feet, practically unfazed and absolutely irritated.
 

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SHE HAS A HANDGUN. TAKE CARE OF IT.

I know already.

Fromanzio looked at the nurse, who seemed to be about ready to kill one of her own patients with a gun she probably could not use. Fromanzio started to cock his head a little bit and waited. Then she said the words that will probably seal her fate, he was still undecided. "You need to wait, and, uhm... pay for your visit first... F-fifteen hundred d-dollars first...".

Fromanzio let out his famed laugh, it echoed throughout the hall and everyone looked terrified. "So you say? Alright, let's see, I think I can manage that, one second." Fromanzio grabbed the nurse by the arms, it hurt to use his wounded arm but he could not risk her shooting him and he was pretty sure the gun was in her right hand. He jumped on top of the desk and then flew off with her right out the door.

The nurse was petrified at this point, entirely unable to speak aside from screaming. She was kicking her legs but missing every time, her arms unable to even move. She shot once at the ground and Fromanzio laughed again "We don't know what you have against the dirt, but it certainly is not about to kill you."

Stop that right now! This will only lead to-

Sorry, can't hear you, too much fun.

When Fromanzio landed on the building, the first thing he did was snatch the colt out of the nurse's hand and started messing with it. Analyzing it in every aspect was the first thing Fromanzio did with any gun he gained. It was able to shoot about six times before running out of ammo and that would be plenty. The building was a high rise for Florida, approximately seven or so stories, enough that the people in the street were looking up and screaming. Fromanzio had the nurse on the edge and she began crying.

"Please, don't do this I-"

Fromanzio interrupted "It's a shame, this gun only has four shots left."

"W-w-what d-d-do you m-mean? I only shot it once-"

Fromanzio fired the colt and the bullet pierced the nurse's head. Blood flew everywhere behind her and the body fell to the ground like a stone. The mark on the pavement was horrendous and Fromanzio's laugh echoed through the streets. With everyone staring at the dead girl on the pavement, Fromanzio flew back to the hospital, gun in his pocket now.

I can't believe you just did that to an innocent young girl.

She had it coming.

"I would hate to have to ask in a not so kind way again but this gun still has four bullets if any more nurses would like to tell me I can't have this wound treated."
 

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Henry seemed distressed by what Martin was asking. "Vance... they're asking too much" He could see the younger boy was almost about to cry. Martin felt no sympathy however after what his family had done, he couldn't feel bad for the boy. Henry turned around and squeezed his hand firmly "Fine, Doc, you have your deal. Now patch him up quickly. If Vance dies, you get nothing. Understood?". "Of course now let me get to work." The boy wanted to stay, but Henry knew they couldn't so he took him out of the room. Martin grabbed something that would make his patient fall into an deep sleep, after 30 seconds his patient slipped into an deep sleep as expected. Martin was relieved to see that it had worked.

Martin grabbed all kinds of equipment as he quickly used his power, together with his other hand to stop the bleeding and to fix him up. After 5 minutes of work Martin's job was done and only a small stitch mark remained. He wasn't about to let them know he had special powers, so he made sure to leave an small wound behind. Martin took his mouth cap off as he left the surgery room he looked around but the 2 man had left. Must have been in a hurry. Still I got what I wanted. Martin smiled brightly as he looked to an young boy sitting on the ground. Martin grabbed an apple from his backpack and gave it to the hungry looking boy. Martin smiled as the boy began to eat and he continued on his way walking down the hallway.

He then heard the front door opening. Smith stepped in along with his 'security team' 8 man armed with baseball bats and axes. Martin walked over to them "So found any good loot?" Smith looked a bit sad as he emptied his bag, a bit of food and a few water bottles but not much. Martin sighed looking at Smith "Well I got some good news for you later, for now just take your defensive position outside." Smith nodded signaling his man to go back to their defensive position. Martin looked at the supplies If Henry doesn't deliver the goods we will have an food shortage soon.. Martin placed the food in the storage room. He was happy that Smith helped him though. The ex sergeant had proven to be an good leader of the man healthy enough to defend the clinic, and loot nearby buildings for supplies. And he also had an pistol, which made the locals gangs think twice before attacking them. Martin had an gun himself but other then taking it apart a few time he had never used it.

Martin walked back outside of the storage room to see Sarah standing there. Martin walked over to her "Hello there Sarah so how are you and the patients doing?" Martin knew she had no real medical experience, but the girl was an quick leaner and she had also showed to have an good heart. And she had no problem working around the clinic, she had volunteered to become a nurse. If only I had an couple of more like her, shame that most people here are sick. Still some of them were recovering quite well, and with all those promised medicine he would be able to patch most of them to health.
 

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Matthew opened the door. The hallway beyond was unremarkable. Bland and worn walls with a staircase leading up and down. The apartment building had three stories and he was on the middle one. What was remarkable was how crowded the hallway was. Groans of pain were common as folk, both dead and alive were slumped against the walls. Almost all of them were bleeding from ears and noses. Aiken didn't doubt for a second everyone who were would also never hear again. Some people died from the pain.

Only two seemed unaffected. One appeared to be what Matthew could only presume was a deaf middle aged woman clutching her dead husband in her hands, wailing with wild abandon. It stung him a bit, but the simple cold truth was that the weak did not survive in this new world. Another was a girl sobbing, wearing a headset over her head. They had to be well isolated to protect her and she couldn't be more than 19 years old by the looks of it. He proceeded down the hallway, clad in his full body clothing. Matthew had the third floor in mind. He didn't doubt he could take himself onto the roof from there. But before he could get to the stairs, something gripped his leg.

He stopped, only to turn his head, glaring at what he had caught onto. It was the 19 year old girl, her voice was choked with sobs. She had the audacity to grab a complete stranger by the leg it seemed.

"P-please... h-hel--"

Aiken's eyes stared into hers and what she saw there made her recoil, she screamed in fear and bitterness welled up in Matthew. Why did he have to live like this? He had no ill intentions and yet his eyes always seemed like those of some ruthless predator. They weren't his eyes anymore and he wasn't sure he was going to be himself forever either. More than his body had changed. His psyche seemed affected by the mutation as much as his body. It was depressing to say the least, having to live with conflicted emotions and instincts that didn't feel like they were quite his.

"Your headset. Give it to me."
"Wh- Ge--"
"Now."

Matthew's voice was muffled by the scarf. He gripped her headset and tore it off. The girl screamed and wailed. He had to survive. It was more than likely this girl was already dead. This was the best way to go about it all. Keep telling yourself that, Matthew. Everyone else are forfeiting their humanity, why shouldn't you, right? Matthew gritted his teeth and ran for the third floor, he wasn't sure why he was running. He just wanted away. Bile was gathering in his throat again but he forced it down. He got up to the third floor, everyone here appeared dead, they weren't as lucky.

There was a makeshift fire in the corner, heating didn't work in the building, so it was usually rather cold at night. The fire was long since put out and it was encased in a set of loose red bricks. He grabbed one , heaving it up in his hand. Matthew made his way to the window, it appeared to face an alleyway caught between two separate apartment buildings. These were close to the palace and that was dangerous. He wanted nothing more to do with the Mcneils. He just wanted to survive. He couldn't hide his "power" as well as he wished he could and it wouldn't take long to get exposed if he got caught. The alleyway below was empty, everyone must've been out on the streets then. That's what the ruckus was about.

Matthew smashed the window open, making sure to clear it properly as he climbed out. It was high up, but Aiken didn't seem to care. He climbed the apartment wall with an amazing sense of finesse. It's nothing he could've pulled off if he had still been human. He used any jutting objects he could to climb. Air conditioning units, lines, uneven walls. Everything could be grabbed onto. It didn't take him long to heave himself up on the roof. Now he would just have to travel away from the palace, seemed like a good plan if any. He began to move across the rooftops, jumping when it was required, slowly making his way away from certain death.
 

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"Hello there Sarah so how are you and the patients doing?"

She gave a quick look over the occupied beds nearby, before nodding. "They're good... or, as good as can be expected anyway. The medical supplies from the McNeils will really help."

Laughing for a moment, she added "You have some real guts, you know that? I half expected the guy to storm off, or worse..."

Her good mood vanished quickly however, as she contemplated the position they were in. "I think the battle outside is getting worse, and it's dangerously close to us. I'm glad you've decided to help the old man, but I don't know how safe we'll be if the attackers find out there's a McNeil in here."
 

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"They're good... or, as good as can be expected anyway. The medical supplies from the McNeils will really help." Laughing for a moment, she added "You have some real guts, you know that? I half expected the guy to storm off, or worse...I think the battle outside is getting worse, and it's dangerously close to us. I'm glad you've decided to help the old man, but I don't know how safe we'll be if the attackers find out there's a McNeil in here."

Martin was happy to hear that none of the patients had worsened. "Thank you it was just that without those supplies we would have starved, so it was either we would get the supplies or die. And I know Henry he isn't the type to shoot or take hostages... well maybe he is but he knows it won't work on me so he doesn't take the risk. And his little brother was here as well so I knew they would agree to my terms. And I have sent Smith and his crew to protect the clinic and we will close the doors soon so we should be save..." Martin looked around. Whatever was about to happen next he hoped that these people would survive.

Martin then looked at Sarah again. "But as usual you have avoided 1 question I also asked how you were doing. I know you are still worried about your mother, and that this work is an great way to distract yourself but you also need to rest. I mean you aren't of any use to the patients if you pass out all of a sudden right?" Martin smiled at her, he got to know her quite well since she started working here. She was one of the few people who had lifted an finger and since she was an nurse they had talked quite allot.
 

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Saturday Rested his hand on the young Haitian's shoulder and whispered into his ear,

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He whispered to the boy in Haitian Creole. His tone was commanding, but not threatening, and he made sure no-one else heard him. He gave the young man's shoulder a squeeze before sending him off to obey. Then as he finished wrapping the boy's ankle, he spoke to the large white man whose name he knew was Rico Jarvis. As soon as he entered the hospital Saturday had seen the aura around him and knew he had powers. After going through 3 needles he realized the man's skin was unbreakable. He would make a great addition to the congregation, but Saturday couldn't be sure if zombie powder would work on him. He wouldn't try it yet, he would see if he could convert the man consciously first.

"No need ta worrey about dat boy. 'E is from Haiti like me and still believes in de Loa spirits of voodoo. Tradition ya'know?" He said this confidently like there was nothing to worry about.

"But did'ja hear his news?" Saturday said to the whole room. "Dose no good salo runnin da city are gettin' tay-kon down! Dey' gonna want to keep de hospital so be readeh to move if da fighting gets closah!"

He stepped outside into the hallway and took out a cigarette and began to smoke. The time was coming for voodoo to become a major world religion.

Okay so, sorry for not posting this weekend, I was busy most of Saturday and on Sunday I just forgot about it. The reason Saturday's speech doesn't have an accent when it is in the brakets is because he is speaking Haitian Creole, which is what those brackets indicate, but he dose have an accent when he speaks English, which is why his English speech is spelled oddly, in case you didn't pick up on that. I do plan on typing his dialect like mark twain, just so you know.
 

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"Thank you it was just that without those supplies we would have starved, so it was either we would get the supplies or die. And I know Henry he isn't the type to shoot or take hostages... well maybe he is but he knows it won't work on me so he doesn't take the risk. And his little brother was here as well so I knew they would agree to my terms. And I have sent Smith and his crew to protect the clinic and we will close the doors soon so we should be save..."

Sarah nodded, hoping that it would be enough. The men outside had done an admirable job of protecting the clinic from threats in the past, but she feared they would make little difference if the invaders really did come for them. Any force that was a real threat against the McNeils would have no trouble overpowering what little defences they had.

"But as usual you have avoided 1 question I also asked how you were doing. I know you are still worried about your mother, and that this work is an great way to distract yourself but you also need to rest. I mean you aren't of any use to the patients if you pass out all of a sudden right?"

She laughed nervously for a moment, and then shook her head. "Oh come on, you worry too much. I'm feeling fine."

In reality Sarah was beyond exhausted. She tended to work at the clinic for far longer than she probably should, and she hadn't had a single good night's sleep since she lost contact with her mother. Still, she couldn't allow that to affect her now. With the battle raging on outside she needed to be ready to help however she could, especially since she might finally be called upon to use her new abilities. If someone was hurt while she was taking a break, she would never be able to forgive herself.

"Besides, it's you we should be worried about, you're the one who does all the real work around here. Speaking of which, how is the old man? You've already gone in to see him, right?"
 

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She laughed nervously for a moment, and then she shook her head. "Oh come on, you worry too much. I'm feeling fine. Besides, it's you we should be worried about, you're the one who does all the real work around here. Speaking of which, how is the old man? You've already gone in to see him, right?" "He is resting quite fine right now his wound has been closed, and I am 100% sure that he will make it. Still you should take breaks more often, uou know you are not the only one who can take care of the patients." Martin smiled at her, he then looked down at his hand. After that he looked back up at Sarah. "Mind walking with me for an bit? I have something to show you." Martin turned around and he walked into an nearby empty room, he checked it twice nobody in sight.

Martin looked at Sarah. "What I am about to show you, I have only showed to 2 people before you. I am showing you because I trust you, so I hope you will keep this an secret. Oh and this might seem a bit weird at first but just keep looking, it will all make sense in the end." Martin grabbed an scalpel and used it to cut his own hand. A small cut appeared as blood began to drip from the wound. "Just keep looking." Martin placed his other hand on the cut, and after 8 seconds he removed his hand the cut was gone. "I found out a couple of days ago that I have an superpower, that superpower is healing." Martin looked up at Sarah interested in how she would react, he wiped the blood from the cut away with an tissue.
 

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Matthew was moving swiftly across the rooftops. A bizarre figure overdressed and carrying clothes too big for him. He had long since pulled the hood of his shirt down. It was getting in the way. Everytime he leaped across a roof to another one, he felt a surge of adrenaline rush his body. It was euphoria. His senses turned on edge and he felt thrilled. He was an apex predator. Perhaps all super humans could be considered such, but he embodied it's meaning. He was the apex predator. Aiken choked on a hissing laughter, his bitterness melting away as he let the thrill envelop him. He felt hunger, though it could hardily be considered normal hunger, his was far more primordial than any human could conceive.

He hadn't eaten for a day or so. Aiken wasn't what you could consider an omnivore anymore. He had realized such very quickly. Nowadays, raw meat had the best flavour to him and provided all the nourishment his new physiology could need. On the other hand, anything cooked didn't taste too good. He still enjoyed roasted meat though. Herbs and vegetables made him sick. It was rather awkward because Matthew had always enjoyed vegetables. It was weird to be unable to eat them. He stopped on a rooftop to gather his breath. His stamina wasn't amazing and he had to stop to rest for a bit. He pulled his hood up again, letting the adrenaline fade rapidly. It came very easily to him. Which was good, he needed that as a hunter...No. What was he thinking. He needed it as a survivalist. He needed it to survive.

Just to elaborate a bit, Matthew's instincts and humanity are quite separate. As a note for our Mind reader, in the future. And in general. Bold texted words are predatorial and Italic words are more intended to him clinging to humanity. This all applying besides the usual, where italic words might be considered emphasis as well. I'll make it easy to discern!
 

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Something had gone terribly, terribly wrong in the hospital, and it was only then that the Jewess had noticed the disturbances in one of the city's last gems. The body of one of the city's last medical professionals laid there on the sidewalk, its intestines cooking under the unrelenting Florida heat. What appeared to be like a rogue super, unaffiliated to any known gang in the city or the outside military forces is terrorizing the hospital. He had to be stopped.

Back at the hospital, the people sitting in the reception room had already escaped outside or towards the other sections of the crowded Hospital, away from the deranged clown Fromanzio. Miriam did all she could to bend the handgun in the clown's right hand, and so she did manage to lock into his mind and convince him to off himself.

'You're worthless scum? You know who you are ? Who you WERE? and you killed them? and you LIKED it?', it echoed through the clown's head, but before he could pull the trigger another side of him sprang into action. This was the first time Miriam had faced such a deranged man, such a powerful super ? and he had deflected the hand away, not before releasing two shots into the interior of the hospital, one wounding the somewhat violent looking dark angel that tried to remain calm as the situation escalated.

'Now you have two bullets, you worthless fuck. Don't kill any more of my men or you're dead, you hear me?', Miriam screamed at him in his mind. She had already ordered one orderly to start dressing his wound. It wasn't before long that the clown had his injury bandaged and the workers were more than eager to set him away and out of the hospital.

With that, Miriam informed all of the McNeil supers of the new supers in town, but in response they described the horror they?ve seen.

They're multiplying.

It?s a second Collapse.

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It was a motherfucking Tree Ent.

That was what went through Dirk's mind when he saw a motherfucking Ent moving through the street and back behind the yellow house.

A motherfucking Tree Ent.

Mark was the first to spot it, but his exact words were "A cunting Tree-man". He took at shot at the walking behemoth as it was nearing towards the yellow house but it seemed like it did little to him, her? it, whatever it was. It just continued forward, to where Ben had taken the hostages. The team tried to shrug off the feeling of how utterly surreal the situation was, but it kept stuck to their minds. They advanced forward, trying to forget about that green giant and concentrating on the enemy that was described in their files? There was no word of a super who could control plants, or whatever that thing was.

Behind the fence, Ben was rejoiced when he met his relatives and Jenna who greeted him with a gunshot aimed slightly above his head. She was furious at him and his incompetence in letting his hostages get away, but she then ordered him to return back to her rank before he gets hurt. She cared most about Ben, as he was the man she spent most of her time with, though Flinch didn't know of it. John and James had been hiding like cowards, together with three other normal humans who were stuck with them in this unfortunate situation. It was then when John could smack James for bailing on him ? but worse ? for being one of THEM. For being a super, a man who could accelerate his body's speed and reach incredible new heights. Though many words were destined to be exchanged between the two, little time remained for chatter when the Ent approached the fence leading to the alley and ripped it apart from its place.

Warren had already made his way towards the armed man, but by that time he was already halfway through the street and the others were gone. Instead Jenna and her half a dozen soldiers opened fire on the thing as it grabbed Ben and began to break him apart. It tried to snap its neck, break its back and then simply break off each limb at a time, but none seemed to affect the poor sod. It still hurt like hell, as the vines strapped around his flesh tore even further into it, but the McNeil refused to budge. It was then that the others had awoken from their unexpected shock and opened fire at the thing. The small squad made its way to the other side of the road and ahead towards 4th avenue and away from the darn Flower that tried to eat Ben alive.

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Henry left the shelter in a hurry he ordered his little brother around and hopped back into the truck in one seemingly smooth movement. Before long, the truck made a U-turn and turned back towards the military unit. He could see the negro, Jenna, and half a dozen of his family shooting something in the distance? but it wasn't the military. Henry couldn't bear to throw his little brother into the fray again, so before moving onwards he stopped the engine and left the car.

"Henry, what the hell are you doing?", his little brother cried out. The already shaken boy seemed to be distressed at his older brother's strange behavior.

Henry waddled towards his younger brother. He jumped up to the back of the pickup truck with ease and spoke with him.

"I'm broken? I can't let you die out there. You're so young-" Henry tried to excuse himself but his brother burst into tears, shouting back at him, "-BUT I CAN HELP, I CAN KEEP YOU SAFE, YOU AND UNCLE VANCE?". The young boy was in great distress, but Henry remained unmoved. He grabbed the rifle his brother was holding and tore it away from him.

"Know the touch of a woman. Love someone?", Henry's voice was trembling as he continued to speak, "?God know I haven't, and with this fucking disease, I will never have it."

Henry pushed his little brother away as they both burst into tears. He tried to get back to Henry but he already jumped back and away from the pickup-truck.

"Fuck off, Twerp. Don't let me see you outside? GOT ME?", Henry shouted at his younger brother as he was holding a rifle. The crying young boy fell to his knees and tried to calm himself. It seemed as if everything was over. It looked like the McNeil are doomed to loose.

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The human looking mutant found himself on a rooftop, running away from the riot near the palace and unwittingly entering the warzone on 4th street. Already spotted by mark's eyes, the marksman was about to take the shot before the giant tree man appeared down below. It would take him a few more minutes to catch another glimpse of the elusive creature, the one calling itself Matthew. He shot at the thing but missed, a rare thing for Mark to experience. Dirk was already shouting up towards him to shoot the "motherfucking ent man", but Mark had other things to concentrate on. The other creature was already out of sight.

Back down below, Manny had already gone rogue. He made himself disappear and ran through the street towards the clinic, hopeful to catch the pickup truck he managed to hit before it swirled away from 4th avenue.

The situation near the palace was intense. It seemed as if out of nowhere a flying man appeared to have struck the great Dan. Dan was already eager to break the puny sod's neck with his last words being, " Bet you didn't expect to find a condor hiding among the mice.". Gavin managed to pull the impossible ? he stood face to face with Dan McNeil and survived to tell the tale. Well, Rico could say the same, but Gavin wasn't indestructible and Danny wasn't drunk.

The crowd of three hundred was beginning to dwindle around the two supers as more people fled the scene. Those who stayed held their arms tightly than ever and readied themselves to face the horrors within the McNeil palace. Darryl was of no exception. The remaining crowd threw all sorts of scrap at the five members of the family, but then they returned with fire.
Another click from Flinch, but this time the McNeil men didn't have any time to load their earplugs.

"You pieces of rotten shit-", Flinch stopped for a moment, clicked his tongue a normal time and smacked his right hand against his forehead. "-Sorry, mate", he said to his brother as he carried on.

"I said don't waste no darn ammunition on these brats? And that flying thing, whatever it was? if I wasn't hallucinating, DAN!", He shouted at him, "-Kill him now, he's a super!".

Dan was happy to oblige, but it took him a while to get back into full fighting mode after his uncle's tick. He was already used to what his Uncle was capable of, but he never felt good after a good scream. It was two whole minutes until Ben came back to his senses and pounded the snot out of a nearby survivor. He tried to make his way through to the flying man and crush hum, just like how Flinch told him to. The other four went back and the last of them, Flinch's brother, smacked him on the back of his head for almost bursting their ears.