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

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The team stood in the middle of the street with their weapons trained at the two men running across the street when Matthew decided to strike. Making a dash through the alleyway and the street, he picked the closest target to him. Mitchel seemed to be the leader of the pack, and Matthew was sure that once he is dead the rest will crumble easily. He was on the far left of the group, and before he could react to the sound of quick footsteps and fast breaths, he was jumped by the hunter.

Making a half turn back, he tried to raise his rifle up but the claws on Matthew's hands already dug themselves into his shoulders. The terrified officer watched as Matthew's animal-like golden eyes began to contort. His iris was transforming in an disgusting movement, changing sporadically to brown in different places. Matthew tried to raise his arm at Mitchel and skewer him in the gut, but as he raised his hand it began to tremble. Something went terribly, terribly wrong.

Matthew felt pain shooting up his spine and bombarding his mind. His whole body was shaking and he didn't know why. Mitchel knew. He pulled the second claw stuck to his right shoulder and pushed Matthew back, pressing his right hand to his throat and then pulling him down on his back. His power.. was nullifying Matthew's.

The transformation back to his human self began, and without hurting him Mitchel was slowly killing Matthew. With each passing second, his animal mind retreated and his human mind took control, only to bear the excruciating pain of his relapse. His powers of no use to him, Matthew could only watch as he began to bled to death, slowly shedding his scales and losing his grasp over reality. It seemed as if his claws were about to come off and his teeth began to rattle in a gruesome manner, some of the smaller ones already falling back to his throat and barely choking him to death. Mitchel made no sound. He didn't smile or made any comment.

He knew order had to be restored, and the order will be built on top of skulls.
 

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The predator was in control. He had pounced, Aiken had seen the leader. It was almost too easy. He felt the surge of blood and his claws grinding against shoulder bones. Lifting his arm for the gutting move, he started shaking. Why was he shaking? It hurt, everything hurt, Matthew howled in unimaginable pain as a reaction. His mind slowed down, his body grew numb. He felt skin sloughing off as if that of a snake, teeth clatter and claws weaken. Before he knew it he was being choked. But that was far from the worst pain. Matthew tried to scream weakly, mouth bleeding, teeth cutting the insides, causing him to bleed further.

The beast within was not there anymore. If it wasn't for the agony, he'd feel relieved. Happy, even. Aiken's back tried to arch but Mitchel pressed him down and his human mind tried desperately to assess the situation. He was bleeding to death. All of his powers were missing. He was helpless. He was afraid. Aiken could feel his mind reeling, desperately trying to cling to sanity as his eyes glazed. His hands were bloody, flailing at Mitchel, smearing him in blood. It felt like time had slowed down and somehow, Matthew found himself thinking about everything he had done. His eyes were teary and he wasn't even sure if it was from memories or pain anymore. The pain, it was becoming distant. Was that good? He didn't know. Probably not.

Teeth fell out of his mouth, Matthew had to spit weakly to remove them. Plenty of them were still rooted in his gums, far more resilient than the others but they too were beginning to give way. He tried to feebly grasp at Mitchel's hand, to stop him from choking him. But his grasp slipped, his hand was slick with his own blood. He was choking, but that wasn't even neccessary. Aiken would bleed to death at this rate. He could feel the inside of his mouth and throat rended by teeth. He'd drown in his own blood too. He tried to gasp for breath but was only rewarded with a spurt of blood coming from his mouth. At least I'll die a human. No, that wasn't right. Aiken felt his mind reel. It was hard to think logically. Matthew could feel an odd sense of depressing loss. He had killed three people since he turned not so long ago. He had witnessed his own wife leave him, screaming.

Aiken was crying now. He was going to die. Death itself didn't scare him. It was the emptyness inside that was truly terrifying. He missed his wife, but that wasn't the cause. He missed his humanity even more and he realized, it wasn't there. No matter how Aiken tried to assess himself, he no longer felt human. Matthew had forfeited it ever since he first turned and it dawned upon him that even with the power this man had, nothing would ever change that. Only the beast had filled that endless emptyness in him. It was his new identity. Now it was ripped from him. He wanted to die. Matthew was nothing. He tried to speak. His voice a weak rasp only Mitchel could really hear. He sounded like you'd expect him to sound, pained and dying.

"We've both forfeited our humanity a long time ago. W-we're all monsters now..."

His voice trailed off and he wasn't even sure if he meant himself and Mitchel or if he was delirious and had just misspoken. What was so humane about this conflict to begin with, he wondered. There was nothing. No compassion and no warmth. Oblivion was tugging at him and he shut his eyes. He needed to rest so badly. Maybe losing consciousness wouldn't be so bad. He didn't want to think anymore. Matthew didn't want to live with what he's done. He couldn't justify it anymore. He was everything he had hated, a monster obsessed with murder.
 

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Ghost was in the hood.

Walking through the outskirts of the city he had forsaken, Ghost said goodbye to the few neighborhoods he dominated and set sail for the diamond of the city. With the rioters in the city, he could easily grab the city's hospital and lay his hands on its grandest bargaining chip yet - life saving medicine. The McNeil's were gone, and now it was all for Ghost and his gang to take.

They went through the newer city before hitting the outskirts of the old city and catching a glimpse of the hospital's rooftop as it was on fire. The gang moved faster then ever to ensure the safety of the precious facility, with Ghost in the lead.

He was a fragile looking man, wearing a black bowler hat, a dirty, blood covered cheap black tuxedo, black slacks and black Italian shoes. The shoes were the height of his appearance, as they were practically spotless. The black man smiled a wide smile consisting of several rotten teeth, most of which are doomed to fall in the next few months. As his men dispersed, he noticed the fire being put out and approached had his men surround the hospital.

Ghost walked into the place through the door, its atoms not interrupting the persistent gang leader.

"What'cha got here, little boys and girls... Y'all gonna be fine after the family 'ez dead. Mine", he announced to the terrified cast of nurses and few doctors at the reception. There was an unnatural amount of patients in the room, some even holding weapons. One of them ran at Ghost with a piece of crroked iron and tried to hit him, but he went right past him and crashed into the Hospital doors. Ghost giggled as he made his way to the doors and unlocked the massive bolts keeping the doors stuck shut.

"Hey boys... We need to secure this 'ehe joint. Come in and play".
 

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Drawn back into the moving, active world, Warren stepped back from the man whose arm was now a broken bloody mess. His ears did not accept the sounds it heard, only a rushing of blood-that-was-not-blood through his veins. No more words now. He had to find Miriam, he had to find his wife, he had to save her.

Slowly, he wandered out of the alleyway. All he wanted to do was to ingrain, to take root and fill the gaps that had been torn through him, remake the vines that had been broken by the girl and fill out his garden once more, but he could not. There was no chance of that now. He had to act before he slept.

His surroundings were growing however. Before him, the garden of bones, gorging and lush. To the right, a flipped truck, smoking and whirring. On his left were the remnants of the garden he fought to save, already swelling in his presence, becoming bolder and reaching out into the road and the gardens beside it. It would do well without him.

Past the truck, along towards the palace, that was he way. He trod through his first garden of death (for he knew it would not be the last), dirt and half-degraded flesh clogging and clumping at his feet as they landed, following after him eagerly, and finally falling away as he left it?s confines. Around the truck now, yes, easy does it. The Gardener knew that the more he stretched the more likely that his limbs would fall. The wounds he had sustained weren?t debilitating, yet, but any action on his part put them through vices and trials. They would break soon, and he would have to stop and fix them, tend to them.

He must save Miriam before that time.

There were the people now, official looking, yelling, shouting. Guns pointed at the man who had run ahead before him. Then him, in turn. Whatever he was. His yellowed petalled head turned to them, tilting slightly, as if questioning them. He?d have done the same, probably, but if they stopped him, they?d kill Miriam. She?d die, and it would be his fault and then he didn?t know what would happen because she was the real reason he came in to the house at night and without her then he?d only have the garden and then-

His decision made, he turned and loped back through the bone garden, the alleyway, and out the other side. He couldn?t let them stop him, he?d get them first and make them bleed and supply his leaf-flesh with sustenance. He wouldn?t die. He would save her. They would fall.

Around the back, tracing his original path. The overgrowth had settled into a natural formation, crawling, creeping, climbing, traversing he buildings hollow shells, taking them for themselves. He marched around the back, the occasional creeper aiding him and propelling him along. He thanked them, silently.

There. Flanked. He had done it, made his way around behind those men with the guns. Yes, distracted by the man with his bloody arm, and the other one. He could take them all out. They would all die.
 

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Saturday heard the sound of his people opening fire from the basement. He had just made another dozen zombies from recently deceased patients.

He once again locked the basement behind him as he headed for the lobby. He could hear the gun battle outside between the armed sentries and this new group of thugs. Perhaps the McNiels had come to take back their crown jewel.

"Tell 'em to stop shooting or this ***** gets it!" yelled a man wearing blood-spattered formal attire.

He was pointing a gun at a nurse, shouting at one of Saturday's Hatian lieutenants. The witch doctor could see the super aura around him, but he didn't have time to wait.

While his attention was drawn, Saturday took a scalpel from his red coat and slowly advanced on the shouting man. But just as he reached out to cut his throat, the thug saw the nurse's eyes dart to Saturday.

The scalpel passed through him like mist, and the man gave a condescending chuckle.

"Lookin at your gettup, I guess your this 'Saturday' guy people are talking about."

"Yes I am. Da question is, 'oo ah you?"

"I'm Ghost, and once you're out of the way, this here hospital will be mine."

Ghost then leveled the gun at Saturday and fired two shots, but the blood-red witch doctor was already strafing to the right with un-natural speed, granted by the Liquid Juju potion.

Ghost's eyes were momentarily locked on Saturday's red hat, which had fallen from his head with his sudden burst of speed. In that instant, Saturday struck his out-stretched hand with the tip of the scalpel, and 1/10 of a second afterward it passed through him like air again.

Ghost whirled around and hit Saturday in the back of the neck with the pistol grip, but he was unphased. He tackled right through Ghost, and landed in a roll. Three bullets flew past his head in quick succession.

Saturday's lieutenant jumped on Ghost's back, but then fell through to the floor. Saturday took careful notice that he stepped out from the man's back before re-solidifying.

As soon as his second foot hit the floor, Saturday threw the scalpel and it sunk into his thigh. Ghost howled and raised the gun again, but Saturday was up, and his fist was clenched. Ghost fired and hit the voodoo priest in the fore-arm, but he didn't feel it. He pulled back his fist and flung out his hand at Ghost. Dust flew into the super's face and he looked furious, but then his expression started changing.

He doubled over and dropped the gun, his hat falling off of his head. He coughed violently and Saturday grabbed him by the collar then threw him to the ground. Blood started leaking from ghost's moth as Saturday hurriedly dragged him off towards the basement.
 

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It moved again, and the surreal feeling the Tornado felt came crashing back into their minds. It was the tree ent, the giant super that they saw earlier and tried to ignore. He was making its way towards them, a pile of bones and flesh dragging behind him. Mitchel broke away from his stare and watched in horror as the thing advanced towards them. He stood up and then kicked Matthew in the gut, trusting that the super would bleed to death without his help. Mitchel moved his hand and signaled Dirk to turn around.

"Scramp, NOW!", Mitchel yelled at Rico and John to leave the scene, and the attention of the army was turned to the walking green behemoth. Mark had already recovered and grabbed a hold of a repeating shotgun loaded with slug shells. He knew that range was his only virtue, but having lost his rifle in the battle he knew he had to be useful again soon or the team would perish.

Someone opened fire before Mitchel's orders, and Dirk followed. Sarah was the one who shot at the thing, as its image was warping her grasp on her sanity.

How could something be so alien? It's so... SO WRONG TO LOOK AT

Mitchel continued the assault and used his rifle in the attempts of the Tornado to bring down the biggest and by far strangest super they had seen. McNeil or not, this weed had to be cut.
 

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Now they turned on him, faces cold with fear and eye burning as their gazes locked upon his form. Guns raised, orders shouted, garbled and confused. Warren advanced. The bone garden followed. Everything was hazy. Waves rippled the air, heat reflected off the tarmac like so many stones in puddles, cascading and multiplying and dominating his senses.

Through golden-yellow iris he saw them, and felt their shots. Hammer blows, puncturing his chest, his limbs. The advance halted, staggered back, but the bone garden pushed him up, grew into him, and moved him onward. More strikes, his limbs, an arm fell away, tendril finally snapping under the pressure it had been put upon, falling to the ground with a heavy thwack.

Warren felt it wither and die without him. He felt himself die. It touched him cold like icy claws gripping the heart-that-was-no-longer-his-heart. He saw the throes of it once life, blacken and crumble; only to be assimilated into the garden behind him, become once more a part of the ever growing whole.

Too close now, too close he stood to these people and their weapons. Every shot was a hit, but his rage was overpowering. Capture his wife, burn his garden, tear his limbs but he shall not break! They lodged in his chest, and were spat out as bark and sinewy roots took over, encasing his body in their natural armour. It wouldn?t be enough for long, and then he would fall, broken and withered.

The first one was a girl. His lone manipulator circled her ankle, climbing her leg and pulling the soft flesh from her calf and thigh. Thorns ripped into her muscles as she struggled to break away from his warm grip. The bone garden, sensing the incoming blood, shuffled forward, eager to take her, to make her one of the whole, a part of the garden.
 

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Matthew felt a vague hit in his gut, but it didn't hurt anymore. The super had let go, it seemed. He was only barely aware of that, it took a few seconds before senses came crashing down on him, causing him to groan in pain again. His instincts were returning but was it a trick of the mind? No... it felt real. He shifted. His hazed sight spotted green on his skin...What..? Aiken's regeneration kicked up heavily, causing Matthew to gasp for air softly and spit up blood. His skin was rapidly turning scaly again. He felt his eyes turn golden again, it hurt. He had to shut his eyes, he was bleeding from them. His teeth regrew, but a sense of relief beyond all this filled his mind, calming him.

The beast within returned. Skimming the water. He was more relieved than he would ever expect himself to be. A peaceful expression befell his face, enduring all the agony of turning back again. He would endure. Then he would exact revenge on Mitchel. The motion would be void of kindness. A barb of cruelty formed in his mind, but he forced it down for now. Focusing on staying awake as the transformation continued. He felt his claws grow back again and glands form in his throat. He remained on the ground, playing dead. But they were all too busy with the entman to even notice him. How fitting to be saved by someone who also was afflicted.

Letting himself heal, it wouldn't be long before he could return the favour and help the entman maim them all.
 

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Charles ran only 20 yards away from the hospital before looking back and seeing some strange happenings going on. A group of armed citizens, likely not the McNeils but too shady to be regular civilians, rolled up to the hospital. One man had even been able to walk right past the locked door.

Another super ay? That shouldn't be a problem.

Charles turned and ran back to the hospital, them called out to the gang members still on the outside.

"Alright. Listen you. You have 5 second to lay down your weapons or I will have to take you all down!"

They all opened fire, leaving Chucky to run for cover.

"Well, shiiiiiiiit!"

Chuck rolled behind the nearest building and waited. One of the less intelegent members of the group came charging around the corner. With an elbow to the face and an energy bullet to the chin, he was out, and the gun he was holding dropped to the ground.

Chuck peeked around the other side of the building and laid out another thug with an energy bullet. With two left as far as he could see, Chucky barreled towards then with his shield up, knocking one man completely out the way and pinning another to the wall.

"Now that the unpleasantness is done, do you mind telling me who that guy is that just went into the hospital?"

"P-piss...off you freak."

Chucky expanded the shield, pushing the man harder against the wall

"Your manners could use some work. Let's try again"

The looked at Chuck out the corner of his bleeding face and spat out what he wanted.

"Ghost. His name is Ghost"

"Thank you my good man. That will be all"

Charles disengagued the shield and shot one last large energy ball into the thug's stomach before proceeding into the hospital again.
 

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'He is too strange... too suspicious... How can we trust him, HIM, a man that killed so many and talks of it like he is proud of his atrocities... Can I really trust this madman? Will I be killing another innocent... just to make him feel good?'

...Wait, I haven't killed any innocents... just murders and rapists. Can't trust him, he is a clown... crazy fucking clown... Murdering clown... When the fuck do i use words like A-tros-cities... Mayhem would be better... Proud of his mayhem... wait...Are these my thoughts? Can I trust my own thinking...

Ottis's eyes dart looking at his allies. His eyes enlarge, beads of sweat form as he placed his hands to his temples.

"I... don't .... know. Will this just making him feel good.... or me?"

Feeling his heart race he lurched forward towards the stairs.

" I don't think i can be trusted with my own actions. Until this horrible matter is put to rest."

His mind became an endless pit of what ifs? The one thing that sifted through his thoughts... I must protect my loved ones at all costs. Even if it is built on lies...

A single tear shed to mourn his humanity.
 

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Martin quickly got to work once inside the clinic. He could hear gunfire outside and he quickly ordered everybody to get inside and close the main doors. The security team got into position to defend the clinic should they need to. There were all sorts of people still injured though not fatally injured but their wounds were quite bad. Martin began working as fast as he could, after about 20 minutes he had treated every major wound except for one of the children. He had just been found at the back of the clinic and Martin looked at the child, his eye was crushed and he was crying tears of blood. Martin focused and placed his thumb almost on the eye as his power began to work. The eye quickly began to form back to an healthy eye, and within about 20 seconds the wound was gone. The child was still crying, but normal tears now no more tears of blood. Martin smiled at the kid, as the kid quickly humped of the bench and ran over to his mother. Martin felt exhausted and he mumbled "Next patient, please,"

"Oh my, they look bad! You go next, we only have minor injuries in line now." Martin looked up to see an boy carrying 2 people a man and a woman. Martin quickly rose to his feet as he walked over to the woman first. He quickly got to work after examining the injury, he would be able to safe her just fine. Martin heard the man crying out in pain, and Martin picked up the pace using some of is last reserves. He heard the boy running away and Martin quickly finished up his patient and looked at the man. The man seemed to be in a quite bad condition, Martin quickly crouched and began to sue his power to heal his last patients wound. After about 4 more minutes he had healed up the man who was resting in a bed right now, and the rest of the minor injuries. Martin headed for the door being curious to who that person as just now. He asked one of the inhabitants of the clinic who pointed him in the right direction.

Martin headed out of the room walking over to where the boy was. Martin eventually found the boy crouching to a wall looking sick, the bag next to him filled with puke said enough. Martin took an place next to him against the wall, he waited 3 seconds before he began to speak. "I heard you were the one who brought those 2 patients in. That was very good of you, without your help they would have surly died." Martin looked at the boy, well more of an young man not really an boy. He smiled at him as he extended his hand. "My name is Doctor Martin Caldwell. So what is your name?"
 

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Rico looked up at the doctor.

"My name is Doctor Martin Caldwell. So, what is your name?"

Rico groaned, burning sensations coursing through him.

"...Rico. Rico Jarvis."

Rico gasped a bit, finally regaining his composure. "I... I found them beside a freaking malevolent flower."

Malevolent flower. Rico sounded like a blithering idiot.

"It was attacking people and ripping them apart. Someone told me to get these guys to help, so I ran here."

Malevolent. Flower. What the hell else could it be?!

Rico shifted uncomfortably. This was the first time in over a week that he'd felt genuine physical discomfort. "I... I see you have powers. Did they hit you recently? Mine... mine did. I cannot be injured. Do you have any idea what's causing the powers?"

Rico tried to stand, and just succeeded. The fatigue was wearing off.
 

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"He is too strange...too suspicious...How can we trust him, HIM, a man that killed so many and talks of it like he is proud of his atrocities... Can I really trust this madman? Will I be killing another innocent... just to make him feel good?" Gavin heard the thoughts but didn't question them. They weren't too far off from his own line of thoughts. Why did he have to kill this person? Fromanzio rubbed Gavin the wrong way and him asking to assist in killing someone wasn't helping. Problem was, Gavin didn't know why. He'd seen superhumans in goofier costumes with even stranger behavior than the man that stood before him. Maybe it was the third person speak or his cirque du soleil-esque clothes, but Fromanzio just seemed really...off.

"I don't think i can be trusted with my own actions. Until this horrible matter is put to rest." Ottis said, obviously under some form of stress. It was then that it hit Gavin. Ottis was old, not too old, but old enough to be his father. That was old in Gavin's book.

"Ahem, are we going or would you prefer to attack the walls? Because Fromanzio already kind of covered that bit." Gavin held his breath, slightly annoyed with Fromanzio. What was that about walls? Gavin ignored it, wondering how he was going to handle this.


"Hey, Blitzkrieg," Gavin said, putting his hand on Ottis's shoulder. "You don't have to do this. In fact, I think it would be better if you stayed down here and covered us. You seem to have the best none-shall-pass power. Perhaps a few of the Diesel brothers could keep you company and on guard for any incoming supers. The rest of the brothers, Fromanzio, and me will head up stairs and deal with Miriam." Gavin said, genuinely worried about the man. Beside, if things went south and got out of hand, he didn't want to end up accidentally hurting the guy who didn't have a few copies of himself lying around. Gavin turned and looked up at Fromanzio, on the stairs.

"I think I can help you out with the whole disorienting thing. Kinda hard to focus on minds when gravity's all wibbly wobbly." Gavin joked, trying to hide his worries with Fromanzio.
 

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The massive sunflower began to gnaw at the flesh of Sarah, and with each chunk taken away her body was restored in a matter of seconds. The agonizing pain caused by the tree ent's aggressiveness did not go unnoticed as Dirk decided to charge forward. He was afraid he would hit Sarah if he continued to spay the plant with bullets, and instead opted for a head-on charge. He feet catapulted him forward, and before Mitchel could stop him the human battling ram launched itself forward. It struck the tree hard, breaking many of its vines and almost toppling it back. Dirk then proceeded to tear Sarah away from the plant at all costs, knowing well that if he saved Sarah all injuries would be dealt with in a matter of minutes.

While they stopped paying attention to the two men, they had already sneaked past the Tornado. With the tree Ent losing the battle, the other supers who resembled more to humans than plants had to consider their options - Should they save the Tree Ent , or let him rot by himself?
 

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"I think I can help you out with the whole disorienting thing. Kinda hard to focus on minds when gravity's all wibbly wobbly."

And gravity powers. That would really come to haunt you. These guys are probably best kept as friends.

Yeah you have a point. Alrighty then! SOCIAL INTERACTION HOOOOOO!

We are so getting flipped...

"Ah, that seems to be a good choice! Though we do intend to hit her over the head at the first opportunity, if things get too crazy, try to get away and allow Fromanzio to shoot her or something. Either way, Miriam is the great evil at this moment and might be calling in some form of reinforcements to kill us or something...psychics are annoying that way."

At this point, Fromanzio had a decent grasp on the situation in front of him. Nobody ever trusted him with anything, he could not blame them but he cared little about it, but they all seemed a bit disoriented about something. Fromanzio attempted to cast it out of his mind but the whole palace had a fog about it. Especially with the electric guy having his mind turned to putty, Miriam would be a toughie, but not impossible. He had after all, just established himself as the only remaining flying super with the monster and wind god dead. Still, they could have been a fun team. He blamed Miriam for ruining the best triad ever. He chalked it up as another thing to yell about as he hit her with a 2X4.
 

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Why wouldn?t she DIE!

It didn?t make any sense to Warren?s clouded mind. No matter what his garden of death took from her, she would just grow back almost immediately, rendering his efforts futile, useless.

And he was not a useless gardener! He could tend a plant like no other man he knew, he could cultivate the most beautiful colours, the most magical patterns that took the breath away and threatened the sight with their complexity and awe-inspiring magnificence, and he would not let that be taken away from him.

She still screamed though, and that tickled something down beneath him, something animal-but-not, and eager for the blood to flow. A whisper, a wrench in the right (wrong) way as he tried to tear her apart.

Then he was back, falling, his roots tearing from the asphalt and struggling to right his top heavy form. Something, someone had rammed him. His leg was snapped, broken behind its shield of bark. The strength of this man must have been immense. His manipulator thrashed back to support him, long tendril-fingers supplanting his leg, wrapping around it, bracing it and becoming the form that it had lost. The few roots he had left continued their efforts to gnaw the girl, while the bone garden twisted around him, defending him.

Then she was free, and Warren opened his mouth in anger. No animal noise came out, no blood-curdling growl or suffocating roar, no human scream of rage or pain. The veins in his neck bulged and crawled up his face, spitting yellow and amber liquid as the skin burst around them, became like the petals of the sunflower he resembled. A crest of yellow took his face as a low, groaning, creaking noise, echoing like a tree in a valley as the wind ran it through, as it fell alone and untended.

Warren had only a vague understanding of what was going on. All he could see was yellow, there was nothing else. The man who hit him, the woman before him, all shades and angles of yellow, bathed in the light of the sun. Only the green of his creepers stood out, vibrant and filled with life, pulsating with vitae, both human-blood and plant-sugars.

He couldn?t fight them without releasing his leg. He couldn?t release his leg lest he fall over. All he could do was gesture meaninglessly with his petal-crest, his bone garden, his mouthing, tonguing roots, hissing and whispering, ordering him to get up and kill them, to satisfy them.
 

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Matthew was well on his way to full recovery, laying there and observing the situation. His body was still rather numb from the constant transformations he's had to endure. His gums also hurt from the sudden regrowth of teeth. But besides that, he was his new self again. He seized control over himself, not giving in to the beast within, lest he make a mistake. He was going to have to play it smart. He let the familiarty of the predator to stay with him though, a slight fear edging at his mind at the thought of feeling empty again.

When he felt the moment was right, he leaped into action, darting to his feet and sprinting aside, he choose the moment where Sarah and Dirk had made their way into melee range with the monsterous super. Mitchel had looked worried but attacking him was a stupid idea,and he quickly dismissed it. Mark would have no problem to align a shot on him, instead, he decided to flank Mark, moving up on his position from the side, ever careful.

He felt a slight obligation to the ent man. The least he could do was make sure he didn't die. He'd have to keep his distance from Mitchel for now though, but as long as he was aware of the power, he wouldn't let the man touch him again, or at least, not lock him down. Matthew wouldn't survive that twice and for the first time ever, he felt a twinge of fear from his predatorial self.
 

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"Stop! Who the fuck are you and why shouldn't I kill you RIGHT NOW?"

Shit. John had hoped that those soldiers would have ignored him considering his obvious injury but they even stopped the student with James and the civilian man on his shoulders. But in a second they would be busy as he sensed the predatory mind racing through the shadows with two thoughts surging through it's mind - the hunt; prey.

And in a flash it was on them, leaping onto the man who had shouted. This was the opportunity! Rico had spotted it too, and made a break for the clinic. John began to do the same, but sensed something odd in the mind of the predator. It was becoming more and more human; the instincts of an apex predator that laced the hurricane of his mind were falling away; dissipated by new winds of fear that seemed to surge from the deepest recesses of the man's mind. What on earth was going on?

John stopped and turned to see the lead soldier with his hands the predator, whose scales and teeth were falling away to reveal the human beneath! This soldier obviously had the power to nullify others... a priceless asset by any measure.

Now the four soldiers stood over the choking body of the increasingly human predator; their guns trained on him while they watched with sick fascination as the man writhed on the floor. Wind's of confusion battered John as he investigated their minds; this reptile had not been mentioned in their debrief.

They had not realised they were at ground zero of a second collapse and there was no way any commander would send such valuable soldiers into battle without that kind of information, therefore the remnants of the American government can't have realised it either. A plan was forming in John's mind.

But this fight was not over, not by a long shot; the Ent had been leaping round the buildings and now exploded from out of an alley behind them. Vines, roots and flowers; in all manner of colours; poured out onto the street as the Ent charged into the soldiers. He leapt onto the female soldier; his iron roots lashing at her with a ferocity that made John recall the pain in his lacerated arm.

But even as he tore her flesh it grew back in seconds - she must be a healer of some sorts! The power on display in front of him was phenomenal.

"Scram, NOW!" the lead shouted in his direction before turning back to the fight.

And then another soldier charged at the Ent and with tremendous force knocked him back and managed to literally tear the woman from the grip of the Ent.

Before he knew what was going on, John was running towards the melee; his detached mind ignoring the pain of his arm and willing the body onwards.

His course of action was decided. A man who could nullify the powers of others, an immensely powerful healer, a man with some sort of inhuman strength, and another who was no doubt also a super. All of whom were drilled and trained soldiers. Either they realised that the people here were not the enemy, or the carnage that would ensue from their attempts to subdue the city with force would leave it in utter anarchy. Anarchy not unlike the anarchy that had claimed his wife and baby during the first collapse; he would not let it happen again.

And the first causalities would be Warren; to whom he still owed his life; and the predator who was returning to his reptilian self. But there was fear there now.

Now the predator had begun to flank the super whose power he was unsure of, when John managed to get within close enough to draw his attention. Now those same reptilian eyes focused on him as he approached and told him in a hushed voice, "You are my brother - run with it for now or they will kill you, me and the tree." Not waiting for an answer; he was already too far committed; he advanced towards the soldiers clutching his broken arm.

The soldiers had already stopped shooting Warren, and now with the predator crouching behind him he shouted towards the lead soldier who was radiating hesitation; "Please stop!"

Guns turned pointed towards him. At 6'3 John cut an imposing figure, but clutching the lacerated arm there could be no mistaking him for a danger. However they would need a bogey-man; "Can't you see that Miriam has poisoned their minds!" Recognition in his mind... they had been warned about her; perhaps she was a threat?

"This is my brother, you brought him back from her taint! He woke up like this a week ago like this and since then her insidious tendrils have been polluting him! He is not the enemy!"

"You brought him back! You've given me back my brother! And you can do the same for him!" He pointed at Warren who was now rooted in place, his crest of glorious yellow petals flaring.

While he had no evidence that Miriam had polluted the predator's mind, he'd begun to realise that in some way she had affected Warren. There was no evidence of her powers in his mind, but he seemed to have latched onto that name... 'Miriam' and warped the memory his wife... Marie?... to fit it. Perhaps he could be snapped out of it, but the chance of that fell significantly if Warren was dead.

Guns were now trained on John as well, but he advanced towards Mitchell regardless.

"That is a man! With children, and a wife Marie!" The immobilised Warren heard, and his mind registered it even if his body did not. "A week ago he turned as well! This is a second collapse, but all of them hate the McNeils! They are on your side! Are you going to fight them all too!?"

He poured all the emotion he could into that last question, that last challenge. It hung heavy in the air as he waited for a response.
 

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"You guys be careful... Don't make us come up there to save your bacon." With a short laugh Ottis sat down on the first step.The worried panic slowly left his face. Wishing he was wearing underwear or had a t-shirt on.

Feeling older then he should, he sighed. Thinking of his life and how fulfilled it has turned out. Turning towards the guys as they went up to their unknown fates..

" If we survive today. We should have a cookout at my place." Then looking back at the remaining Diesels.

"Uh, Diesel. Either I'm in the first stages of Alzheimer. Or, did we forget the fires in the first floor?"
 

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"...Rico. Rico Jarvis." Martin looked at the man. He seemed to be quite exhausted and a bit disgusted, must have been the bodies earlier. "I... I found them beside a freaking malevolent flower." Martin nodded seemed this really was the second time people unlocked powers. "It was attacking people and ripping them apart. Someone told me to get these guys to help, so I ran here." Martin nodded he didn't want to disturb the man from talking. "I... I see you have powers. Did they hit you recently? Mine... mine did. I cannot be injured. Do you have any idea what's causing the powers?" Rico stood up he seemed to recover from his exhaustion.

Martin also stood up he looked at Rico. "Well Rico in the short time I have studied my power, and other people powers. I haven't really discovered anything I am afraid, I do have some theories but nothing conclusive. And you say you can't be injured? So you are like invulnerable? That seems like an handy power to have. And to answer your earlier question, I have had mine power for a few days now." Martin nodded and grabbed the bag of puking throwing it away. Martin turned around and looked at Rico. "Well Rico you want to rest here for a while longer? I mean it seems like an war out there, and even if you can't be killed you could still be caught under an collapsing building trapping you. And seeing as how you just saved those 2 people, I would be happy to hear that you would stay an while longer." Martin smiled at the man. Martin liked people who went out of their way to save others. Rico had shown to be an brave person by risking his life to save them, even if he couldn't be killed.