Bitter Evolution [ IC Thread ]

[UnfunnyPete]

(OOC Thread: Here.


A brief wind tickled by, the ruffed ends of the worn trench coat blew against it, almost dancing around his ankles. Standing at what felt like the edge of the world, Ryan gazed down upon the city streets, featuring ceaseless amounts of people and vehicles. Smiling, he let the tips of his fingers hang loosely at his side, the wind brushing against them, and grazing the rough edges of his face. It was a moment of simple and unending clarity, that was difficult to find the western world. Smiling, he let his eyes close, and simply took in the moment. Perfect.

All the while, he could hear it; the constant buzz from the distance, humming from all direction, endlessly, its ferocity growing with each passing second. The slight buzz turned into a violent whirl, as the metallic monstrosity of the military grade helicopter flew past, in turn followed by many others; it was beginning. The city was being quarantined, and try as they might, the population below whom so desperately tried to flee to the bridges, weren't going anywhere; they, like Ryan were trapped on the Island. Well, technically speaking, Ryan could leave at any moment; all he simply had to do was blink, and he could be away from here in an instance, but where would the fun in that be? No, he had reason to be here, and he wasn't going to be leaving.

The whirl persisted, and upon opening his eyes, he could just about make out the convoys of vehicles building at the other side of the bridges; tanks, APV's, Helicopters, personnel; they weren't taking any chances here. The military had arrived to one of its greatest cities in force. Delightful.

Ryan opened the palm of his hand, briefly staring down upon it; a few sparks appeared, disappearing as quickly as they had came. He repeated this action, entire balls of burning energy sparking within his hands, the exquisite feel of power flowing through him; it was time to add a little chaos to the mix. At his feet lay a fuse, almost unnoticeable. Letting his fingers drop towards the ground, he let off a slight spark, just enough to light the tip. Sizzling away, the fuse began to disappear.

It was time. He could hear them, the marching rumble moving through the lower floors, storming the stairs of the building. He could almost hear the click of their weapons readying, as the door to the roof opened with a thud, and armed soldiers flooded the roof, weapons raised, pointed directly at Ryan. He turned, facing them, with the widest of smiles spread bare across his face.

"Raise your hands; get on your knees, or we will open fire!" Ordered one, but he wasn't sure which; they all looked identical in their leather clad armour and masks; none of it would protect them. "Now!"

Ryan complied; he raised his hands, but refused to kneel. One syllable left his lips, and upon muttering it, he could just about make out the widening eyes of one of the soldiers through the lens. "Boom."

With that, the sizzle stopped, and in the fleeting silent moment, the soldiers seemed to realise what they had walked into; the wire reached the barrels of fuel which had been carefully placed behind their point of entry, just enough for what he needed. Loosening his body, Ryan allowed himself to fall backwards, with nothing but the concrete of the street below to catch him. He briefly recalled the hurried footsteps of the soldiers, but it was futile; the rooftop erupted into a glorious display of light, the heat washing through the air. Ryan fell, the smile never leaving his face as the flames raged above him. Closing his eyes, he simply thought to be elsewhere, and it happened. In an instance, he was standing amongst the panicked crowd of the street, staring up at the fire.

The smile never left his face.

[FruityBananas]

The quietness of the library was almost palpable. November sat in the corner, at a desk surrounded by three towering bookcases. Within her still hands lay A Clockwork Orange, her green eyes hungerly attacked each line of text, throwing herself into the jargon and world of Alex. She winced when Alex committed his crimes of ultraviolence. She envied him, for the control and desire he was somehow able to contain, and unleash. She almost threw up when he was restrained and rehabilitated, and yet, her eyes never dared to falter. As she read on, she replaced Alex with herself. She imagined being completely immobile, forced to view unspeakable horrors with unblinking eyes. Her hands started to shake, her eyes up to the challenge of progressing through the trembling print. As the torture scene continued to play out, Nova's inner battle of curiosity versus her physical motor control worsened. She tried to read another line, but dropped the book on the desk through her quivering hands. Its soft, paperback exterior caused a complementary soft ripple of sound, growing a dull echo and killing it within a single moment.

November's breaths become harsh, her scarred arms twitching under her thin hoodie protection. The fear of being bound, being taken and tortured, her life in someone else's control, it shook her to the core. She wrapped her arms around her torso, and tried to steady her breaths, with little success. Her dark thoughts fueled by her fear, fueled by her imagination, crafted an inescapable realm of potential pain and limitless suffering. She had no where to run, no where to make her stand. Tears begun to make their way down the landscape of her face, attempting to purify with the rivers left in their wake. Their efforts were in vain, as Nova's release of tears declared a final statement of submission.

She got up from the desk, slowly making her way to the entrance of the library. Tears continued to stream down her face. She pulled her hood to cover more of her head, wanting to disappear from the sight of the public, from the sight of the living.

A constant buzzing seemed to erupt from all sides. November clutched her ears in surprise, her back bending slightly. She looked up to find the source of the noise. Helicopters covered the skies, their propellers whipping the air in a dominant fashion. The streets in front of her were crowded with people. Running. Yelling. Their fear was amplified by the constant noise in which the sirens and vehicles claimed credit.

November's heart started to race. She needed to run. She needed to get out. She started to hurry along the sidewalk, when the roof of a building exploded. She stopped, admiring the color and wrath of the flames. Staring at the bright blaze seemed to slow down time, as she thought she saw a figure fall from the sky. Nova blinked, and the figure was gone.

A loud, gruff voice shouted behind her, snapping her out of it. What looked like rows of soldiers lined up across the street, pushing and trampling the crowds of people. November's legs started to shake, in an instant, all her possible fears came to fruition. Her body seized, largely unresponsive to her pleas to run. She attempted to crawl off the road, as the soldiers made their way through the civilians.

[Klaine]

Star walked the alleys, her mind wandering. It was midday, so she usually had nothing to do at this time. She made all her money in the evenings, running a slight business on the streets was difficult. But seeing as she lived on the streets, it was needed. As she walked she focused her sights on the sidewalk, her hands in the pockets of her pants. She was good at blocking things out, and block them out was what she did. Otherwise, she would have been flooded with the useless chatter of everyone around her. Sighing quietly, she opened her mind a little, curious.

Can't believe that building just blew up, soldiers everywhere A lady she passed was thinking. Wait, what building? What soldiers? Usually she was the first person to know about the on goings of the town. Looking up from the ground, she saw the lady was walking away from the way she was headed.

Whole street in chaos, building blown up, soldiers prowling around. What more can this city come to? Another man she passed thought. Okay, something serious had went down and Star wasn't there to witness it. Not cool. Picking up her pace, she walked in the direction of the thoughts, hoping she was heading in the right direction.

Just look at it burn She heard blare in her head. Okay, she was close now. As if on cue she saw a tall building surrounded in smoke and flame. Standing around for the scene were dozens of citizens, and almost as many soldiers. She looked up at the burning building with interest, wondering what was going on. Who had blown up the building, and why? Or had it simply caught on fire? Thinking the former was more the case, she looked around. Most of the citizens looked in fear, some in amazement. She shook her head lightly, this town was so ridiculous. She leaned against a building across the street, knowing she didn't need to be close. All she had to do was listen to the thoughts of those standing around and she would be alright. She just wanted to know who caused this big mess, and why. Why was the major question.

She pulled the hood of her jacket up, not wanting her face to appear anywhere it didn't need to be. She had tried to keep a low profile all her life, not drawing attention to herself in any way. Looking left and right, she saw one of the many street urchins like herself walking up to her. A slight smile spread on her face. It would be Rose. Rose, her age, her size, with tits the size of boulders. It was well known what Rose did on the streets, but Star didn't get mixed up in all of that. She looked back ahead, knowing that Rose would talk to her, because she always did.

"Star! Oh my god! Did you see what happened?" Rose exclaimed in a loud voice, her eyes large. No Rose, she had not seen the burning building in front of her. She did not see the people standing about waiting for news. She rolled her eyes playfully, looking at Rose. Sometimes she wondered what the girl did with her brain, if she even had one.

"I see. Any news on what caused it?" Star asked curiously. Rose was a good person to go to for gossip. It was likely she had been walking up and down this street since the attack, trying to pick up what news she could. It was one of the reasons Star was not surprised to find her here, she was usually found in places that something bad had recently happened.

"Nobody knows! The building just blew up!" Rose said with a surprised expression. Of course, no one would know this time hm? Star sighed once more, looking back up at the burning building. Guess she had to play the waiting game. Rose walked off, trying to find someone who might give her some more attention than Star was giving her. It was good too, Star was not in the mood for Rose's games.