Resurrection IC

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Isaac

It's oddly deserted today, I think as I walk down the sidewalk, listening to the iPod I found when I woke up a few weeks ago. Usually, it being about five in the afternoon, the street would be crowded with people eager to get home after a long day of work.


As I pass an electronics stor, I stop and look through the window at the televisions on display, all on the local news channel. "It has been three months since the disappearances have started," the anchorwoman was saying. "Local authorities, in collaboration with the FBI, still have not turned up any leads as to who's behind it..."


The rest of the report is lost to me as my other self starts speaking. They're never gonna be found, Vincent, my other personality, says in my mind.


"Shut up," I reply turning away from the window and continuing with my walk.


Heh, be careful, Vincent warns, a bad temper isn't exactly popular with the ladies.

I sigh out loud. As I pass by an alley, some movement catches my eye. Looking into the shadows created by the surrounding buildings, I manage to make out the shapes of three fairly large individuals towering over the cowering form of a small businessman. "Alright, listen here," the largest guy, obviously the leader, says, "just give us all your money and we'll leave you alone."


"Please, just go away," the small man says, "I don't have anything!"


"Oh, really?" the smallest of the three says. He picks the man up by the lapels of his tan suit and says, "A suit like this don't come cheap, does it?"


"Hold his arms," the leader tells the smaller guy. Turning to the third guy, who looked about as round as a softball and several times larger, he orders, "Show him why it's a bad idea to lie to us."


The man pulls a switchblade out of his pocket and moves toward the wide-eyed, squirming man. Before he can take a step, I call into the alley, "I'd put that away and let him go if I were you."


All four of them look at me. The fat man says, "Who the hell do you think you are?"


Pulling my earbuds out of my ears and taking my jacket off, revealing my one-sleeved shirt, I say, "Y'know, I'm not even really sure. I just know I can't stand people like you three."


The three thugs exchange confused looks. The small guy lets go of the man and pulls out a set of knuckles. "Why don't you beat it, kiddie," he warns, "before your parents have to pay for an early funeral."


Shrugging, I step forward. "Not an option, I'm afraid."


After glancing at his boss, who nods, the man charges, readying his arm for a punch. As he throws his fist forward, I react instinctively. Ducking under his arm, I grab his wrist in one hand, his belt in the other. Using his speed against him, I throw him onto the ground headfirst, knocking him out cold.


As I stand, the fat guy charges, drawing his knife back. A look of confusion passes over his face as I catch his empty fist in my left hand. In his hand is the plastic handle, the blade missing. He looks up at me and gasps.


Floating next to my head are globules of a dark-colored metallic liquid surrounded by a black mist of carbon. I lift my right hand, the markings running down my arm glowing a soft silver, and the metal (which is iron) flows over my hand. The iron absorbs the carbon and takes on a shining silver color. The man's eyes widen even further as the newly-formed steel molds into the shape of a blade. I lift my hand in front of his face, the blade pointing at his eye. Looking at him, then his leader, I say, "I suggest you run now."


The words are barely out of my mouth when the leader runs past me, practically scraping along the wall of the building in an effort to stay as far away from me as possible, nearly trips over his unconscious friend, and disappears around the corner. The fat guy rips his hand out of mine an races to catch up. I drop the blade and it melts into the ground as I turn to the businessman. He flinches as I hold my hand out to help him up, but takes it after he realizes I won't hurt him. "You all right?" I ask as I pull him up.


"Y-yeah," he replies.


"Good," I say. I turn and start walking away.


"Wait!" the man calls after me. "Who are you?"


I look back and smile. "Oh, no one special." I turn the corner, throw my jacket back on, power up my iPod, and continue my walk.


(Make sure everyone knows That it doesn't matter what writing style they use as long as they have the name of their character at the top :))
-Daxam

Richard
Richard walked around a building only to bump straight into a very fat man who looks utterly terrified. Without saying a word the fat man was up and bolting away again. Well...wonder what that was about. Richard wondered before walking around the wall to the alley way to see what all the fuss was about. Looking around he saw what appeared to be a pool of metal, an unconscious man, a relieved looking business man, and another man walking away with a smile. Walking back behind the corner, Richard changed into a police man he had once killed. Walking back around the corner he asked "What happened here?".

The business man replied "I was about to get mugged when this man came around the corner, knocked one of the muggers out and turned the other ones blade into that pile." Going over to the said pile of goop, Richard looked at it before saying, "Turned a mans blade into a pile of goop you say?" The man nodded energetically. Walking over to the man Richard muttered "Well can't let you spread around that story can we?" the man looked confused "What do you mean officer?" Richard gave a small smile "Oh nothing" he said before he hit the man in the gut with a quick jab,knocking his breath out of him, and then changing back to his normal form, drew his knife and stabbed the man in the throat,killing him . Searching the corpse Richard found his wallet and after checking to make sure that no one was around opened it to find 50 dollars. Thank you for you kindly donation. Richard thought sarcastically. Changing into a random pedestrian he'd once touched, Richard began to follow the man whom had just saved the now dead business man.

Father Joseph Daily

5:30 Mass was to begin soon, and luckily Joseph's colleagues were filling in for him as he performed a few errands to gather supplies for an event he had planned tonight. He browsed the knife rack of the hunting store calmly, smiling gently at passerby as he picks out a large deer skinning knife and inspects its blade and manufacturing. Excellent condition! He smiles and approaches the counter, stopping as the sounds of a fight erupt from the other side of the street, where three thugs were hassling what appeared to be two smaller men.

He calmly finishes his purchase as one of the young men finishes the battle and continues his walk. Fr. Daily waves to him to signal he wishes to approach him, does so, and gives him a close-lipped smile. "That was very noble of you, but perhaps next time you should await authorities. You might have been hurt." He stops at a crosswalk, waiting for the signal to walk to reappear."Remember that God is in each of us and that every life is precious and His alone. Destiny, sometimes, can seem dark and twisted, but remember always that He holds in His hands a plan for each of us, and to thwart those plans as much as possible is to thwart God." He waves his hand casually, shaking his head. "Forgive me for preaching to you like this, young man. Old habits are very difficult to break." The walk signal appears and he stops in front of his church a few blocks further down, a large tan building with a cross situated at the roof of the Mass building while a few roofed corridors snake away from the large building, connecting it to the smaller chapel, pavilion and priest quarters. He waves to a throng of people and families heading to 5:30 Mass and turns to the young boy he had been speaking to. "This is where our paths separate, unless you wish to speak further or perhaps attend Mass." He hefts the thick plastic bag in his hand, which held the knife. Luckily, it was an opaque bag, concealing its contents from curious passerby.

Rhea

A lone girl sat near her window, silently polishing the gem part of her favorite and only weapon: a wand, one that was give to her by her dying father. He told her to protect it with her life but she also liked to keep it nice and polished as well. Suddenly she heard some type of commotion going on outside her apartment window and curiously walked over to it. The scene made her scowl; Rhea hated it when peoole chose to steal instead of finding a job themselves.

She then watched as a man walked by and began to alter tge placement of the light particles around the four, hoping to heighten the shadows that mirrored their own unjustly action and make them more visible. It obviously worked, since the the man stopped and proceeded to kick some ass. Who is this guy? Rhea wondered as she watched him walk away just as casually as he came. Soon, anothef man approached the business man and exchanged a few words with him before murdering him in bright daylight. With a newfound sense of urgency, Rhea grabbed her bag and raced out the door. She had to find out who both if those people were...

Enasni sat on top of a tall building watching the scenes play out. He grinned at the commotion. "Oh how lovely, the humans are out playing again." He stood as it ended and looked at the edge of the building. Like a maniac, he jumped off the 8 story building. He then landed on a disk made entirely out of electricity he created. His curiosity led him to follow after the one that killed the suited man. As he did, he saw another girl in pursuit of him. "Oh, she could be trouble.." Enasni frowned and slowed down, and landed on a rooftop. "I guess I should stay hidden."
After only a short minute he became bored and got ahead of the two and casually walked past the "hero" as though he was a random passerby. He ended up being along side someone that looked important. What are those religious things called again... He thought but shrugged it off not remembering.

Naomi

My body was restless, jittering from withdrawal. I couldn't sleep when it got like this, or focus on any kind of activity to pass the time. I kept myself curled up on the bed, rocking back and forth so I wouldn't have to feel the involuntary spasms of my muscles which annoyed me to no end. My new found 'friends' were sure taking their time to get back with the supply that I'd ordered.

Our base of operations at the moment was the cheapest motel room in this part of town; the sign outside proclaimed "America's Best". There was a hot tub in the center outside, with a good frothy layer of brownish foam bubbling around. A family of three had been out there for a while now, attempting to skim off all that body soil to the side and scoop it out with their bare hands. They were determined to take a dip in that hot tub, no matter the cost. I had to give them credit for their bravery.

The pool on the other hand looked perfectly fine. If only I hadn't seen that one guy who climbed out with all the rashes all over his body, complaining of burning and itching after a swim in there, I might've hazarded a lap in the pool myself.

I suppose I couldn't talk though, since I'd just taken a chance with my health in the shower that mysteriously smelled like fish. No amount of disinfectant or air fresheners could cut through the thick stink. All the surfaces in there had been slightly sticky too. Still were actually, in sheer spite of the soap and water I'd applied.

I finally heard the door click. My head snapped up to see one of the boys stumbling in through the doorway, swiftly trying to shut it back before his friend could even get in.

"What the hell's going on here?" I demanded with an irritated edge in my voice.

The fat one just turned to me sincerely and whimpered. He kept smearing his hand down over his face, again and again, like he wanted so badly to explain but couldn't bring himself to give me the bad news.

The larger one, the supposed 'leader', was panting and sweating fiercely, but managed to start talking. "Look, we got what you wanted! That's all that matters!" He thrusted a bag onto the bed next to me.

I jumped on it immediately, tearing the zipper down to expose the treats inside. I dipped my hands into the cash and tossed it aside to find what I was desperately craving underneath. There was a syringe lying there beside it and a bottle of pills I would probably require later. But right now my withdrawal was not from drugs. It was from caffeine. And there was the fresh canister of ground coffee I asked for at the bottom of the bag.

If there was nothing else to be thankful for in this rathole of a motel, there was at least the coffee machine stationed in each room. Surprisingly clean, or so it seemed. I guess I would find out after a few more cups if it poisoned me.

"So, you got your ass kicked, huh?" I asked as I worked on preparing the coffee maker. "Did the other guy die? Or did the cops get him?"

The fat guy sighed deeply, sitting down on the corner of the bed. I heard the springs straining under his weight. He rubbed his face nervously again and finally said, "....You know spiderman?"

"Ah, so he's still fighting crime I see." I remarked sarcastically.

"No, shut up! See, what I'm saying is.... there was this kid. Now.... I dunno...... it was like he had... powers." He was having a hard time getting those words out, but he believed every one he said. I could see it written all over him. He looked like a man who'd just seen absolute proof of the Lord and wasn't sure how to cope, but was ready to change religion.

"What'd he do?" I asked.

"Melted the blade off my knife, man! While it was in my hand! He didn't even touch it! Or maybe it happened when it came into contact with his skin! I dunno!" He buried his face in his hands, about ready to cry. "Next thing I knew, there was some dark matter or something floating up by his head, then it turns into a blade and he's about to stab me in the eye with it!"

"What'd he look like?"

The leader answered this time. "Looked like a typical teenage boy, about 5'10, black hair down to here. Had an iPod, was wearing a jacket, and when he took that off he had on some stupid shirt with only one sleeve. Some crazy tats on that arm, and they started glowing when he did that thing with the dark matter."

I submitted that information to memory.

"You never did answer what happened to the third guy..."

"He got knocked out cold. We ran without him." replied the leader, without regret. "As far as I could tell, the kid wasn't trying to kill nobody. Just scare us off from our prey."

I smirked against the urge to slap a palm to my face. "Of course, just your friendly neighborhood crime fighter."

It was at that point I felt disappointed to be a part of this band of ruffians. The kid wasn't even trying to kill them, yet here they were, on the verge of tears and trauma. I imagined they also probably sent one guy at a time to fight him, all polite like in the movies.

Richard

Richard glanced behind him as he heard pounding feet. First seeing a priest walk by then another interesting character, he was about to shake it off as nothing when he saw the girl. She was carrying something that Richard did not like. It looked like a wand but was most likely something more lethal. Glancing ahead at his target Richard cursed before running into a nearby alley way and changing into a parkour teacher he had made an acquaintance of. Well before he murdered him of course. Shifting his new jacket and putting on his new glasses, Richard stepped out in front of the running girl saying in a deeper voice than usual "Miss? What is the matter? Are you okay?" Pretending to give an actual glance at the alleyway. "Is it something to do with that man who just ran down there?" Stepping back Richard shifted into a subtle stance to knock this girl out and drag her away she got suspicious

Rhea

Rhea skid to a halt as a man that she was unfamiliar with stepped into her path. Where'd he come from? And why is everyone choosing to hang out in alleyways today... she wondered then cleared her head of all thoughts once he'd asked her a question. It immediately sent bad vibes from him, especially by the way he was standing. As if he was ready to fight, if necessay. I need to be careful..this guy seems...sneaky... "Ah, no, I simply mistook him for someone else. Now, if you'd excuse me..." As she attempted to walk.past, Rhea secretly kept her hand on her belt, just in case he'd try to.do something.

Isaac

Smiling politely, I say, "I'll keep that in mind, Father. Thank you."

As the priest walks away, I wonder why he needed a hunting knife. Although it's obscured from anyone's view, I've always had the ability to sense metallic objects. I decide to shrug it off and, just as I begin walking again, Vincent says, Hey, I'm getting some bad juju vibes from the guy behind us.

Although I can't stand the guy, his instincts have never been wrong, as far as I can remember. I turn to see a guy wearing a jacket and glasses talking to a girl. How long has he been following us? I ask Vincent.

'Bout a block or so, he answers. Be careful, he feels dangerous.

I silently agree, noticing his stance. Unnerved, I decide to step in. Walking up to them, I say, "Is there a problem here?"

Richard

Richard smiled and stepped out of the way so the girl could walk by I'll be seeing you soon. he thought when the man he was tailing walked up and asked if there was a problem. "No my good man, I just saw someone run into that alley way there and then the girl walked up so I was concerned as to why and stopped here and asked. She assured me it was nothing and walked by." Richard said putting a hand on the mans shoulder his thumb touching the exposed skin of his neck.
Now, let us see what abilities you have. With that Richard said "Good day." and walked off turning on the corner.