[color=Gold][h2]Olivia Delacroix[/h2][/color]

Just as she snapped out of her dream-like form, she felt a hot lash on her ass and quickly turned to give Elijah a look that could wither even the healthiest of living things. The humour in Elijah's eyes quickly faded though as he received a phone call which seemed to piss him off. Going into a small tangent, he awarded off Vince with a few loose threats and even turned to head into the building when he stopped. Looking around, she noted that she had done her job and the people could leave once again. Olivia would have to go and round up any straggl- Cedric's broken form suddenly appeared on the screens around the lobby. Taking a step back in pure shock, she seemed frozen to the spot as she cast her eyes up to the screen. [color=Gold]"God no..."[/color] She whispered, her voice a weak rasp before she was forced to avert her eyes as Cedric's neck was violently broke. 

The screams of scared civilians faded, as did all sound, almost like a shell had just exploded right next to her and left her deaf and dumb. Looking around, she took note of all the bodies, precariously scattered like a large child had came in and dumped all its toys in the lobby of the Reformist HQ. Why? What were they even meant to do? How were they ever meant to fight an enemy like this?

Elijah's voice pulled her back as he informed her they had to go. He was right, the HQ looked like it was about to give in and it would be a bad idea for them to stick around. Nodding, she shrugged the go-bag over one shoulder and followed him, keeping uncharacteristically quiet. Olivia was too shocked to even attempt to say anything so she simply followed him.

Patel lifting the airfield and slamming it into the HQ should have shocked her but she had witnessed too many atrocities that day to even find it remotely shocking. Watching Patel idly, her eyes trailed to a violet-haired girl that Elijah seemed to be staring at. Olivia took note of the Pyromancer's body - it seemed that he couldn't decide whether to go after the girl or leave. Finally though, he turned and opened his arms to Olivia. Moving closer, she wrapped her arms around him and gently nestled her head against his chest as they took off.

Their flight didn't last long as they touched down in some sort of forest. Olivia was tired and wanted nothing more than to find somewhere to curl up and lose herself for a day or two. [color=Gold][i]He didn't die in vain.[/i][/color] A voice in her head reminded her, a voice that she hadn't heard in a long time. She didn't grace it with an answer though - Cedric did die in vain, the Reformists were too weak to strike back and he didn't even stop Patel from reaching the control room.

The walk was long and Olivia retreated back to her silence, occasionally taking a well-needed drink of water when it was offered to her. Within an hour, they had reached what could best be described as a hermit's cave but with all things considered, it was probably a lot safer than other places in LA at that moment. Dropping the go-bag on the floor near the entrance, she flicked her eyes up to Elijah. There was sorrow there, regret and too much fear for one girl to handle. [color=Gold]"I'm going to wash up.[/color]

Kneeling on the cold stone of the makeshift bathroom, she knelt beside the small stream. Her hands dipped down, pressed together to form a small bowl. Lifting them, she splashed water over her face and as she closed her eyes, she was reminded of the sight of Cedric Wessex having his neck snapped. She broke down then.

[color=DeepPink][h2]Scarlett Evermore[/h2][/color]

Pain. Pain ripped through her stomach, corrupting as it went. Her eyes flicked open, widening before she tried to curl up around her stomach, willing the pain to disappear and hoping that another strike wouldn't follow. She was weak, she could feel it in her bones - whatever had happened in the dream with Patel had reverberated into reality. There was an evil gnawing at her, a cold that wouldn't go away even if she tried to ignore it. Ignorance was a temporary bliss before reality catches up with you anyways.

Focusing her vision, she realised that Patel, in all his horror, had closed in on her and seemed to be staring at her. Before, she wasn't so afraid of him but now, she was a child and he was the monster under her bed. You can hide from monsters though, but Scarlett seemed to be stuck fast in the grip of his vectors. Her stomach reminded her of its predicament with another sharp jolt of pain which she mostly ignored - Patel was close to her and it appeared that this might just be it.

That wasn't it for Scarlett, however, as Patel opened his mouth and spoke with that voice that would drive fear into the heart of anyone. Shuddering with the goosebumps that multiples down her spine, spreading like wildfire, she listened to his words and would have frowned if she could. She was paralyzed though. With hazy vision, she watched as Patel turned and summoning all his might, began to chant in a voice that pierced her eardrums. Well, if she didn't die she would certainly go deaf. With sudden horror, she stopped trying to pull her hands up to cover her ears as she watched the airfield being ripped from its place in the ground. It was lifted, then unceremoniously dumped on the Reformist HQ. The screeching stopped then but her hearing didn't seem to make a drastic return. Fear boiled inside her, mixing with pure terror to form a substance that drove her to the edge of sanity and took her out for dinner.

This time when she fell unconscious, it was voluntary.

[color=Red][h2]Ruby Greenfoot[/h2][/color]

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Ruby watched on with mild interest and at least a little regret. What happened to the Reformists and Cedric Wessex was harsh. Although she threatened them with Thor which would have produced devastation to a similar standard, she had no real intent to use it. If she did have a desire to use it then she wouldn't have hesitated - hesitation is what got you killed in this world. Pulling her legs up until she was sitting cross-legged in her seat, she flicked through various news broadcasts that showed basically the same thing. The Underground Movement had made a move and the Reformists couldn't even respond to it. If anything, it showed that the Movement were considerably stronger what with the comparison between that attack and the Reformist's attack on the Movement.

Sighing, she switched to the live satellite footage of the scene. She had control of most of the satellites above them so she could pull one into service at a moment's notice. Frowning, she watched as a hooded creature moved from the wreckage of the Reformist HQ. Zooming, she guessed it to be the thing that the news helicopters were circling. The thing it did next froze her blood as it tilted its head back and stared directly into the satellite. If it had moved its head a degree off, it wouldn't have been much but she knew that it was staring at the satellite in silent warning.

Whatever the fuck it was, it was going to be coming for her next and she didn't want to wait around to greet it. She would need a better hiding place.
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[h2]Everywhere and Anywhere[/h2]

As the sun settled down into the horizon, LA began to lick at its wound. A great atrocity had been committed that day but it was just another one in a long line of deep violence in the city. Nothing ever changed and nothing ever will change. Humans liked to separate themselves from Metas but the truth was that Metas were more human than the normal people ever could be. We're predators, not prey, and Metas served that cause a lot better than any human could ever wish to.

It was then that they chose to strike. A simultaneous assault. A lightning strike in a sunny day. Their target? Metahumans. Ever single last one of them. There was no warning - any Meta, be they asleep or awake were suddenly greeted with bright lights, shouts and weapons that had been specifically engineered to limit and cease their capabilities. Weapons that looked like they had been designed initially by Aperture but perfected into things that simply couldn't be resisted. In all honesty, it appeared like all the SWAT forces the world around had formed an anti-meta coalition and descended in one fowl strike.

Reality was much different but almost as quickly as the Metas were put to sleep by their weapons, they woke to the calls of gulls and the loud wash of waves hitting the sand. They didn't have a desire to fight as well - that had disappeared along with whatever it was that they had on their person. They were all kitted out for the beach now - whether it be bikinis, sandals or swimming shorts. T'was a strange event that almost appeared like it had been designed by an idiot. Yeah... jokes aimed at oneself are fun.

[color=Gold][h2]Olivia Delacroix[/h2][/color]

Olivia groaned awake, dragging her feet up from the hot sun and into the shade. Flicking her eyes open, she examined the scene in very mild confusion. [color=Gold]"Huh?"[/color] She murmured, sitting up and looking around with those emerald-like eyes of hers. She was on... a beach? Looking around, she watched as the turquoise-coloured water lapped up onto the sand before retreating again. Two bare-chested hunks ran past her, one sending her a wink which she responded to with a confused stare.

Olivia had been crying... then Elijah had came and comforted her... then she remembered him taking her to her bedroom where she fell asleep. After that? There wa- Nope. Gone. Couldn't remember a smidge of it. [color=Gold]"Hmm..."[/color] Idly tapping her bottom lip with her index finger, she suddenly felt a massive desire to swim. She could try to remember what happened later - the water looked too inviting.