Today had been a long day. Midterms, work, people… all Aya wanted to do was collapse into bed. Turning the last corner, she saw her building casting a shadow over her, relief washing through her at finally coming home. As she walked along the path, she saw a read-headed man collapse in front of the landlord's door. Concern ripped through her as she watched as the landlord and his wife usher him inside. Aya's brow still crinkled in worry, but at least the man would be taken care of. At least, she thought so until she heard a scream that froze her blood. 

Aya's feet were glued to the pavement, unable to move. Something was wrong. Someone was in pain. Her mind shouted at her to [i]move[/i], to see what the danger was and help, but fear paralyzed her where she stood. Something that would make someone scream like that… what could [i]she[/i] possibly do to help? Maybe if she just… but memories shot through her at the last time she'd used her powers. The fear and guilt that rushed through her every time she thought of it, the man's face, distorted by rage, his angry shouts… and then the echoing silence when he died. 

Another scream tore through the air, ripping Aya out of her memories. She had to do something. At the very least she had to see what the situation was, and if she even [i]could[/i] do anything. Decision made, she steeled herself, ducking into the alley next to the apartment. Sitting down on the dirty floor, she took a deep breath. Second thoughts rushing through her head, Aya switched on her power.

Suddenly, the overwhelming LA heat, city smells, the hard ground underneath her were all gone. Sounds became muffled, as if Aya had cloth over her ears, and when she opened her eyes, the world was dark around her, objects and people shining brilliant like stars in the night sky. Only her spirit carried the same colors as in life, and she raised her hands to her eyes. She was getting more and more accustomed to the changes that came when she activated her abilities, but every time they still perplexed her. Another scream came, this time muffled by the veil separating her spirit from the world, and she remembered what she was supposed to do. Standing up, Aya left her body behind and walked through the wall of the apartment so she was standing in the living room. And then she screamed.

The sight that greeted her was horrifying. The ginger man (clearly a Meta) was laughing as he draped carnage around the room like tinsel. Forgetting that no one could hear her, Aya slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her scream. Her body trembled as she watched in horror. The Meta took absolute [i]delight[/i] in the nightmare he unleashed, blood spraying every which way as he murdered two people and corrupted a third. 

Aya dropped to her knees and began dry heaving, sickened by the sight. And then in the next moment she was snapped back into her body, uneasiness building in her stomach. She threw her head to the side and threw up until her stomach was empty, and all that was left was her rasping coughs. Rocks and cement dug into the skin of her palms and she clutched for something to ground her, to remind her that she was awake and not living through some twisted nightmare, panting out heaving breaths.

She stayed like that for a few minutes when she heard the apartment door open and that man's sickeningly sweet voice. Pushing herself back up to a sitting position, Aya wiped at fresh tear tracks on her face before switching back to the astral plane. She had to call the police… but first something was telling her to follow this man. 

And so she did – all the way down into some hidden alcove. She watched in confusion as different people made themselves known. A scientist who could apparently control dragons, an elegant woman, a young girl… Understanding dawned on her as they discussed. This was the Underground Movement. And the murderer, Sebastian Lyon… worked for them? They weren't exactly on good terms, but that seemed like the case. And they were planning something awful. 

Aya watched until the discussion was done and all parties left. Following Sebastian out the back door, she paused as she felt her spirit tug back to her body. Seemed like she'd reached the end of her range. Fear thrumming threw her at all she had witnessed, Aya snapped back to her body. With shaking hands she fumbled through her bag for her cell phone.

[color=MediumSpringGreen]"Hi, police? I'd like to report a double murder and a kidnapping."[/color] Her voice came out in short spurts between pants (or was she hyperventilating?). Rattling off the address of her building, she continued on, [color=mediumspringgreen]"The murderer, he's… I don't know, he's some kind of monster. Red hair, twenties, tall… he's a Meta, really dangerous. Does… I don't know he cuts people with his blood or something. Tell whoever you send he's dangerous."[/color] Now she was hiccuping, fresh tears streaming down her face. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady herself, she ran a hand down her face. 

Giving the operator the address of where she'd seen Sebastian exiting the… hideout? she almost added on her thoughts that it was where the Undergroun Movement met, but kept her mouth shut for reasons she didn't know. This was all too messed up. Why was she involved in this at all? Hanging up the phone, Aya rested her head against the hard brick of her building. Really, where had she gone wrong in her life that had lead her to this day?

[hider=Tl;Dr]Meet our newest character, Aya. She sees Sebastian massacre a family at her apartment building, reacts appropriately, and uses her powers to follow him, watching his interactions with Isabella, Isaac, and Camille. Then she calls the police on his ass.[/hider]