@Puffhead@Trevor1001

Sarah smiled. "Don't worry, it's nothing extreme." It took a few seconds, but some small arcs of electricity started to dance on the dagger. "Cool, it's not even made of metal and I can do this"

Sam looked up at Jordan, her face was now pink. Her punch had missed, but it felt like she had. "I missed?"

@Slypheed Torak watched the dagger for a bit. "It's not metal but blood does have a lot of water in it. Maybe that is why it is doing that."

@Slypheed

Jordan chuckled and nodded, putting down the hand he had been using to defend himself. "Yeah, you missed. Lucky for me though right ?"

Dante has been sitting back observing and laughing and watching in amazement as everything was going on.

The police car drove up to the orphanage, then screeched to a halt, as if the driver was in a hurry. He turned to the partition and said to Pounce, "Hey kid, you can get out now." His voice was a bit shaky, but it appeared that Pounce wasn't in a bad mood. Pounce got out of the car, and as soon as he closed the door the police car drove away. [What's his deal? No, we know, he's a police officer, numbnut. Oh yeah, I forgot about that.] "Shut up, you guys." Pounce muttered under his breath. He walked up to the door and knocked on it repeatedly. "Hello, hello? Can someone open the door?"

@HaltingBlooper
The housekeeper sighed. She opened the door without looking. "Gym follow me." she headed back to the gym.

@Trevor1001@Puffhead

Sarah nodded. "That could be why, I'm still amazed that I can do this. Have only been able to do it with metal knives before" She looked at for a little bit longer, before looking at Torak and holding the dagger back out "Want it back?"

Sam nodded "Yeah, lucky." She looked at Sarah who was playing around with that blood dagger, cringing a little.

@Slypheed "That would be for the best." He takes it back. "You probable don't want it to turn back into blood while you are messing with it."

@KatherinWinter
Since everyone else seemed to have been distracted from any further demonstrations for the moment after one of them had created the dagger from their own blood, Kyo decided that he might as well see how well he could do that day.

Waiting for the housekeeper to return, he raised his hand and stood up when she got back, asking silently to go next.

@YamiCuoreLaroux
"Go ahead Kyo. Carefully show the others what you can do." The housekeeper told him when she returned.

The dark-eyed boy nodded, placing down his tablet and rising from his seat to stand in the center of the room. Running a few ideas in his mind, he soon settled on something he could work with and placed his hands on his temples while he focused. Slowly, the light in the room began to dim, not to where it was pitch black, but to the point where reading would not be advisable, at least. Once the room had darkened enough, he brought his hands down and held one out, creating a crackling sound and the image of a sparkler in his grasp. Once it was complete, he wrote his name in the air using the projected sparkler and kept the light trail visible so the word would be readable for a good few seconds. Kyo.

Soon, he let the light trail fade out and scattered the sparkler lights around him in a clatter of chimes to disappear. Feeling like he was swiftly approaching his safety limit after that display, he let the lights fade back in and took a deep breath before sitting back down. He might have been able to do more on another day, but definitely not that day. His earlier difficulties had him a little less capable of doing much more safely, and he was already tired.

nane looked at the door she knew this was the place but she thought that they wouldn't take her because it looked like she was to late but she would try. Walking up to the door face down she saw a puddle and looked at her self in it she saw her brown hair and blue eyes and smiled.she kept walking to the door and knocked

Selen made her duplicate knock on the door. She knew it was late but hoped they would still have her.

[A Day Before]

*crackle* ~bzzt~ "Any officers on standby?" ~bzzt~ [static]

The radio in the car came alive with a beautiful voice of a woman. Gaston who was lounging in his seat quickly grabbed the reciever ahead of Saunders and spoke in.

~bzzt~ "This is Gaston and Saunders at the 55th avenue. Go on control!"

The radio was silent for a moment before the voice spoke again.

~bzzt~ "There's a 10-27 on the 42nd and Jack. All officers are requested to go on the double. Backup has been dispatched and will be joining you on the scene in 10." ~bzzt~

"What the... this early in the day." Gaston said to no one in partcular and Saunders fired up the car and began moving. The crime scene was just a block away from them, so they maybe the first reponse unit on the scene.

~bzzt~ "Anything we should know, control?" ~bzzt~ Gaston asked into the speaker.

~bzzt~ "The suspect is a teenaged red-head girl. It seems to be a case of powers out of control. Approach with caution. It has been rated a Red Alpha!, I repeat, A Red Alpha!, Approach with caution." ~bzzt~

"Damn...always like this. It seems we'll be needing you all the more today, Andy." Gaston smiled at his friend and colleague whose expression had darkened upon hearing the details. Andrew Saunders, grew up an orphan. Not an ordinary one though, no. He had a power, extreme resilience to physical damage and because of this life on the streets had been a literal hell before the Benefactor showed up one day. He made him another man and for that he was thankful.

Six years in the orphanage and he was a changed man, he then enrolled in the police to change the views of the regular folk. To make them understand that though people like him were born differently, they weren't different. That they would like to be treated as fellow humans and not as freakshows. He had atleast managed to pull Gaston to that view. He felt lucky that the girl in question would be having his team as first response because he couldn't guarantee her life had it been others.

As they reached the scene, he saw a bloodbath. Center of it sat the suspect. 8 bodies littered around her, seemingly ripped apart or blown by cannons. The girl just sat with her head down, her beautiful red hair covered with dried blood while clothes and body were drenched in it. The tatters she was wearing were signal of her early life, probably an street urchin like him.

"Please! we are here to help. Do not respond with hostility. We are here to protect you." Gaston said in a speaker as Saunders approached her. As he reached her and placed a hand on her shoulder, she looked up. Eyes drenched with tears and snot formed in her nostrils. She was shaking wildly and it seemed that she had lost her speech from shock.

"Are you hurt somewhere, kiddo?" Saunders asked politely as he crouched next to her. She gently shook her head to deny it.

"Come let's get you outta here." he said as he helped the girl up and gently supported her while they walked back to the car. Gaston looked with pitiful eyes at the poor girl and back at his friend and just shook his head. Back at the police station she was changed into a better set of clothes and kept in a guarded room as the investigators got about their work.

The eight dead were all members of an expansive beggar's network and called the shots. Each had a history of misconduct and a few cases of human trafficking pending against them. So it was not like they were saints but their deaths had caused an uproar and staunch supporters of muzzle groups were active again.

Saunders and Gaston sat across Chief Henry Charlton and discussed the proceedings of this case.

"I suggest I call in a favor and get her enrolled in my orphanage, I am sure she can taught to be a decent human being." Saunders said.

"You know the gravity of the situation, right?" Charlton said. "Who says, she'll be sae there? They'll be out for her blood."

"I can ensure you that won't be the case. This isn't the first time and probably won't be the last." Saunders said defnsively.

"You know what Super-power watch rated her, right? A goddamned Red Alpha! and she's not even a major yet. Whose to say that we don't have a supervillain on our hands." Charlton refuted.

"So, you'll just punish a child for a crime done to her. I know, chief, that you think you make perfect sense. But look it from my view, she didn't oppose arrest, didn't turn hostile. Heck, I think she didn't even register us. In the last 8 hours she hasn't spoken nor eaten anything and yet seems perfectly fine. She cooperated with the lady officers to allow them to wash her. She has just remained cooped in a corner of her room and crying half the time. You still think she is that evil." Saunders said.

"I see your point, son but I can't just let her waltz out of here after commiting 8 homicides. In broad daylight, in my town."

"I am not saying you let her go free, just keep her under observation at the orphanage. If she can't be corrected, we'll throw her in Iron Hell. I am fine with that. But, I want her to have a chance just like me."

"Okay!, call the benefactor. Tell him that he may have a devil under his nose soon."

"Thank you, chief!" Saunders got up and left the room. Gaston just gave Charlton the look and left behind his friend.

--

Today

Brigit sat in the back of the police car, staring blankly at the passing scenery. The mood was very tense, both Saunders and Gaston didn't talk much. Their usual banter subdued.

"So what's your name, young lady." Gaston asked, ever the cheerful.

Brigit just looked at him with an empty stare. The small smile on his face died down and he turned serious again. Looking over to Saunders, all he saw was a disappointed nod. The investigators had done a good job last night. They certainly had her name, it was no surprise that she was an orphan. The men and women she managed to off were critical members of the underground trafficking nexus, surely they'll be following her.

But, the fact remained that her powers still remained highly unknown. No one had seen her in action, the few bystanders iterate that the scene turned bloody in mere seconds. Reports suggested extreme blunt force trauma so the police was quite perplexed to accurately identify her threat. Though, Saunders had convinced the chief there were still quite a few who disliked this development.

Saunders pulled the car into the driveway of a huge mansion. The sheer size of the estate was awe-inspiring. Gaston's jaw literally hit the floor as he took in the view.

"This was my home once." Saunders stated it in a matter-of-fact tone, a smirk pasted on his face.

"Dayum!" was Gaston could say before Saunders turned and said to Brigit.

"Okay, young lady. On my personal request the Chief has allowed you a second chance. Please be safe." he got out as he said that and opened the door for her. She slowly got out, red tassles falling and hiding her face. There were a few more at the door.

All young like her. Saunders ever the charming gentleman escorted Brigit up the stairs and knocked on the door. Turning towards the others and give a slight smile and a greeting.

"Hello!, young ladies. Hope you have a good stay here." Brigit meanwhile, stood blankly next to him, her face like glass, expressionless.

@arielmelody@IrishAngelQueen
The housekeeper counted to ten. And then she did it again. It was going toeoe of those days. She walkedbak to the door. She didn't even look out. "Follow me." Once again she hadrd to the gym.

Asia walked up to the gate.After her parents died and her strange powers awoke she tried to live alone but after a while she realized that she needed help controlling her powers.A month later she got a note talking about a place where people like her can live and get help.
She walked up to the door and knocked note in hand just in case.

Brigit followed after the housekeeper irately asked the ones gathered to follow her. Andrew gave her a confused smile and a hug before turning away.

"You take good care of yourself, young lady. I wish to see you again, but in better shape." he said before waving away. He then drove off with his colleague and Brigit was left alone, a few paces behind the others. There were a few others and a lovely kitten following the old lady.

She was taken to a large area with a lot of commotion, a rink of ice on the floor and a few cracks on the walls. This was a place where others like her tried to find a new beginning. She didn't feel like crying anymore. She saw another girl with flaming red hair and she silently walked upto her and sat beside her. Her prison clothes were dry and ironed with the words 'FELON' written in bold around the back. She felt that she may not be welcomed here but the kind officer seemed retty confident so she has nothing to complain. She kept her feet flat on the ground and slowly the ice around her started to vanish, being sucked in by her.

The cold seemed to be emanating from the red-headed girl and it felt strangely comforting to Brigit. She looked around as some of the others were talking among themselves, just when the doorbell rang again. The look on the housekeeper sent shivers down her spine. There seemed to be a lot of people coming in today if all of the gathered had arrived this day.

Jaime's legs ached as she approached her destination. At first, getting on her feet after several hours on various buses seemed like a welcome change, but after walking all the way to the outskirts of the city, all she wanted to do was sit down. Flies buzzed around her head, not fazed by her attempts to wave them away.
Standing in front of the entrance to the orphanage, she took a long drag from her cigarette before putting it out.
She knocked on the door, hoping things would work out here.