Azriel woke in his own bed, the Vox brothers staring at him. Azriel groaned and reached for the aspirin and water Sebastian held out.
"Jesus kid. Didn't you go a little overboard."
Azriel watched as Sebastian smiled impishly and said,
"Well, It was your fault for doubting my skill..."

Tarence was tense, body trembling as he bent over the keyboard, a look of shock on his face. Oh God, someone that strong existed? That wasn't right. No one should have that much power! No one should be able to control anything besides their own body! It wasn't right....he plopped back, hand over his mouth as he sat in the security guard's chair, currently out to get lunch. He clenched his fist as he leaned forward once more. A copy. He needed a copy. They were going to erase this, right? He needed a copy.

(what happened to kry?)

Azriel swung his feet over the side of his bed and sat on the edge, his head still pounding.
"owwww... dim the lights please..."

Sebastian flicked the light off, sending the room into a gloomy grey.

"Much better."
Azriel cracked his neck and looked Sebastian in the eyes.
"Christian and I are basically the elected leaders of a... rebel army of sorts. The government has been holing up Neo-humans here to see if they can be used. Now if the government finds that neo-humans are too unpredictable and therefore too hard to control, they will wipe us from the face of the planet."

Sebastian's eyes widened in shock, he knew humans disliked Neo-humans as a whole, but nothing of this magnitude had ever breached his imagination.
"We can stop them, right?"

Azriel rubbed his temple.
"We're not sure... they know most of our weaknesses. Just like you figured out my weakness to light. We're just trying to get as many of the strongest allies we can."

Tarence kept his gaze locked on the keyboard as his fingers clicked, entering the copy command on this ancient. Damn, the couldn't get anything modern, could they?! He stopped for a moment, his leg twinging again. His foot was still healing wasn't it? Damn, how could he forget? And here he was, pressing most of his weight into his feet and applying a ridiculoud amount of unneeded pressure. God, he needed to be careful.

Sebastian's hand snapped upward, causing a wire to wrap itself tightly around... thin air? Suddenly a small boy with glasses and mousey brown hair became visible, he began coughing as the wire constricted, cutting off his breathing.

Azriel jumped up and stopped Sebastian's hand.
"He's on our side!"

Tarence let out a shakey breath as he removed the tape from the cartridge slot, wondeirng how they had reverted back to VCR from DVD. He shrugged and turned, tromping from the room just as teh guard returned, eyes widening as the former soldier just brushed past him, a pained look on his face.

The kid ran from the room, his hands on the red circle around his neck, parts of which slowly oozed blood. Sebastian looked after the boy with mild interest.
"I see you recruited an invisible boy, but he doesn't seem all that fit for battle."

Azriel shook his head.
"He's a spy, not a fighter. He's the one that does reconnaissance on the government for us."

Christian had decided to take a walk while Azriel briefed his brother. Suddenly a shot rang out behind Christian. The agent who had made the shot gasped in shock at what he saw. A thin green stalk had grown around Christian in a split second. This stalk held up a thick green leaf, the agent's bullet was embedded right in the middle of that leaf. Christian turned slowly, his usually carefree face devoid of emotion. His slightly slitted eyes locked right on to the agents. The man screamed and turned to run but was suddenly unable to move. Thorny vines had shot out of the ground and wrapped around him. The man screamed a he was pulled into the soil, his scream transformed into an odd gurgle as soil filled his mouth. Sebastian picked a small pink flower off the shield leaf and watched as it shriveled and retracted back into the ground.

The scream is what set him off, is what caused him to run, despite the pain shooting up his leg, in it's direction. There was a scream, someone was in pain and in trouble and probably scared and-- he skidded to a halt, Christian the only thing he saw in the yard below. His eyes widened and his body jerked involuntarily. Screams of a different caliber filled his ears and a muddy, body littered battlefield filled his vision. He felt mud around his knees now, helplessly pushing on teh still chest of a fallen soldier, a comrade. He felt the stiff metal against the back of his throat, a feeling of dread filling his belly. But a shot never rang, a smooth voice speaking in a language he couldn't understand the only thing he heard as the metal was removed and sloshing footsteps carried the owner away and--the world came back once again, his legs trembling and his mouth dry, his only support the window sil and the glass he wa sleaning against, eyes wide and drool beginning to slide down his chin.

(Gah, that was confusing. Long story short, he heard that guy scream, he ran and ended up in front of a window and now he's just sitting there. I've decided that flashbacks will be in italics.)

(Dont worry, I got it. ^.^ I watch way too much tv...)

Christian walked away, flower in hand, but felt a gaze on his back, he turned slowly and looked directly up into the eyes of the military guy he's encountered earlier. Christian smiled, stopping just short of licking his lips. have to keep it under control... Warmth flowed back into Christian's face and he smiled brightly, waving at the man.

Tarence jerked, tuning his gaze back to the present. He blinked at Christian with narrowed eyes before he stood straighter, nodding politely back. He turned and limped away, sweat beginning to lace his cheeks. When he was sure Christian could no longer see him through the window, and that was a few turns later, he slumped against the wall and fell, sliding down as he lifted a hand to cover his eyes shakily.

(O.o you certainly enjoy having royally fucked up characters....)

Sebastian walked out of Azriel's room and waited for him to close and lock it behind them. Sebastian sighed and rubbed his neck.
"I suppose I'll go find my brother and then see if we can find that fire kid..."

(Ah, but war does this to every man involved. Why do you think veterans are reluctant to tell war-stories? And besides, royally fucked up is my specialty.)

Tarence sat there, curling his twinging leg to his chest. He leaned his forehead against it, dropping his hand. His breathing was a little more even, the panic leaving his system. He trembled, fingers beginning to scratch into wood. He lifted his face to the fluorescent bulbed ceiling, green eyes half closed.

(Also, I'm getting really interested in this mousey kid of yours. He sounds cute! Name him please!)

(Alright then, I only meant him to be a side character, but he can be a full one I suppose.

Gregory(greg) Wilder
Ability: Invisibility.
Special skills: infiltration
Bio: Not important enough to get one )

(Yay! And he is cute!)

(Is going to watch Lost now... will be back in an hour.)