Central City High School
West Hall Janitor's Closet
5:45 pm

"Really I think we're all set to go with this plan." The young man tugged back on the wheels of his wheelchair to pull away from the lowered small table. Dressed fairly moderately in a button up plaid shirt with jeans and some slip on loafer shoes and a slightly greasy, messy dirty blond hair on top and glasses on the temple of his nose. He fiddled with his glasses a bit as he spun around in the chair to his computer inputting some things to it with rapid precision. The table he was just at having placed on it open school files on a small group of students of various types who had one major thing in common. "Now once we get started we need to keep all of this as quiet as possible even if it goes without saying. I don't think any of our parents would be particularly keen on this." He chuckled, albeit in an awkward tone. "Right but still last thing we should have to worry about is just any outside interference of any kind. A lot of this depends on anonymity of course."

Both Caroline and Carolyn stood by listening to Apollo. Somehow he had learned about her... their...? He learned that the gas had changed them like the others. Lately things in town have been going rather crazy with the "Bang Babies" running around causing chaos. Reaching out Apollo contacted the brand new twins specifically before the others. All of them had abilities but she had some leadership experience. Most of the other students she recognized. "I agree. Plus if anyone found out who we were then our families could be in danger." Caroline said taking a step back. "This is all pretty crazy. I would really like to know what we were all exposed to that night." She added as she looked over to Carolyn who had been admiring the black costume she was sporting.

She must have felt their eyes because Carolyn looked up. "Oh. Yeah I agree, obviously. What else is there to do?" She stepped over to her sister now that both of them were suited up.

Nodding in agreement while he stayed at the computer Apollo finally pulled away from the desk which he had put into the room himself. "Alright so tomorrow I'll have the message sent to their phones. We have them all meet here, and we can get started on the plans. Now I have the system ready to send out the text messages tomorrow morning before school. If you want to speak to them personally before after school thats your call. Either way I say get suited up, if nothing else its a heck of an entrance." Apollo grinned sheepishly before tugging on the collar of his shirt. "I mean you do, both I mean, look great. Just you know not used to critiquing a girl's outfit before." He awkwardly pointed out.

Though this wouldn't have been the first time someone complimented Caroline or Carolyn it was rather cute coming from Apollo. Caroline smiled softly and her sister blushed slightly. Despite essentially being the same person each had their quarks. "Well you made them for us. They fit well without being overtly..." "Ehem." Carolyn interrupted briefly. After a second they were back on the same page. "I think if the two of us walk into a room it would be enterance enough. There did used to be only one of us."

"Well yes I believe thats what just about everyone thinks still. Now then, I say we be on our way before the school security guards arrive and we get this show on the road."

Nodding together both the girls headed off to change and get back to the normal hum drum until everything got started the next day.

~The Next Day~
7:23 am
The Horne's Residence

There was something weirdly hypnotic about just watching the fan on the ceiling slowly rotate in place as it was one to do. How it can help one's mind just have a billion random thoughts and just nothing going through it at the same time. That was the kind of thing Adrian Horne needed in his life right now, or at least what parts left of it that haven't gone completely insane.

As he laid in bed, still in his pajamas and with the comforter still up and covering. Adrian again thought back to the night from last week, and everything since. How at first everything was a blast, the old warehouse was packed full of people not looking for any fight, or any trouble, just having a great time. The music was that perfect blend of old school music and stuff from the pop radio stations. Then the lights got killed for a moment, and then even after they got re-lit, things went to Hell quickly. He could still hear the screams, the strange sounds of people mutating, that image on the side of the warehouse from police lights of someone turning into some beast not even the Bible could of predicted. The fact was Adrian and a lot of the others were lucky to get out of there with their lives in tact.

Of course at least he thought he did, until the next morning when he found himself turned into a broken Stretch Armstrong doll. His limbs were so stretched out he couldn't even see his own room's flooring. It took him and his dad an hour to be able to get Adrian back to a normal looking form, but even then things were not smooth. As Adrian spent around three days from school, he had to practically learn how to walk again. If he took too deep a breath, he'd be puffed up into a balloon, exhaled just a bit too much, he'd end up a stick figure or flat as paper. His morning stretches have sure as Hell needed to change too. Still it wasn't all bad news, even given how crazy the new powers were, Adrian actually seriously loved them. There was something amazing about being to get something out of the fridge without even having to leave the living room. Need to go to the bath room but in the middle of a movie? Just have your lower half go take care of business on its own. Plus as his mom originally pointed out, becoming elastic has improved his ballet and dance ability into almost inconceivable levels. Allonges, arabesques, so many other moves are now so easy Adrian could do them in his sleep. Turns out possibly no longer having a spine, or any bones in your body possibly, can have its advantages.

Finally Adrian had to get out of bed, which resulted in him realizing his body was all noodle-y again. By now what resulted at first in a complete freak out only got out of Adrian a slightly irritated sigh and quiet fixing of the problem. Post shower and breakfast of a few oreo cookies from the cabinet and a glass of milk, Adrian threw on a shirt, cargo pants, and some sneakers to take the nice stroll to school.

It was just after his first period history class that Adrian got a text message. By this time in his life Adrian was used to his mom or dad letting him know if they were going to be late coming home. As his dad was just starting up preparations for the city Shakespeare festival, and mom had new students coming into her dance school. However the message was from someone else, some anonymous figure who left... well... whatever the hell you call this.

For our lives now, for everyone we know and love, its us versus them.

I don't know who exactly is the 'them' of that line, but we have something deeper here.

That explosion, the party itself, there's no coincidence here. We were set up from the start to be expose to whatever that stuff was.

They've been at it for some time now, slowly picking up some of the other people who were there that night. Some willingly joining them, most probably not though.

They're the others too, the ones who mutated their minds are gone, twisted into some kind of monster beyond all human form.

I made sure you're the only person I want seeing this message, its encrypted, and will be completely wiped from existence as soon as I find out you read it. They might think of you as a menace now, some kind of threat, but I know you have it in you to do something about all this, the right thing to do. As for who I am? Just call me Apollo for now. Trust me, I might be the only 'friend' you have anymore.

As soon as I hear back from you, we can get this show on the road.

Apollo? Us versus them? Yeah Adrian was too curious to not look into this.

~~~~~~

As the final school bell ring went through the halls. Adrian left his final class still cautious going through the halls. Worried about bumping into someone or having something happened that would suddenly result in him bending or moving in a very unnatural motion. His been able to avoid any suspicious moments happening but it hasn't been easy. Plus him being overly cautious like this wasn't normal and thus leading to rumors. Truthfully Adrian was used to rumors about him. A particular one that can only result from a grown man wearing spandex, practicing ballet, singing, acting, and doing generally non-manly things like football or beating women or whatever.

Adrian got to the janitor's closet in question only for it to be locked still. Figuring by now it might all be just some weird prank Adrian leaned up against the wall next to the door. He'll give this guy 15 minutes before he leaves.

The Night of the Incident
12: 30 A.M.
Warehouse District

"Why are we doing this again? There's a party right at the other warehouse." One of the new members of the gang said while looking out for any trouble.

Aaron sighed. He had been with the gang for a while now and had even risen in ranks. He was actually the one chosen to run this operation for the night. "David wants this done. Once we break in here and get whatever's inside on the truck then you can worry about a party. Plus, it's the perfect cover."

The new blood sighed and looked around and muttered something under his breath. It probably had something to do with it being cold out there. Aaron knew it was cold and just wanted to get this thing over with. He knew parties tended to draw cops and with how loud that party was things might get hairy quickly. The guys working on breaking in finally got the door opened. They and Aaron went inside so they could start loading things onto the truck.

While they were about to head out for the first load they saw the newbie inside. "What are you doing? You're supposed to be keeping watch!"

"Don't worry abo---."

He was cut off by a cop yelling "Freeze!" with his gun already out. Typical. The guy didn't even give them the chance.

Aaron covered his face with his item and yelled, "SCATTER!!" They all, including Aaron, dropped what they were holding and started running around in a frenzy. Fortunately it was only one officer so he couldn't catch them all. Aaron wasn't even sure who ended up being captured, but he knew that he wasn't one of them. He bashed open a window and jumped out of it. He ran and didn't turn back. He knew going out into the open street would make it easier for him to be detained so he decided to do the sensible thing and joined the party.

He saw a few of the guys from his gang at the party, but he decided not to mingle with them and instead decided to enjoy himself. They may not have gotten the job done, but he wasn't arrested either. They could always try again another time when there isn't a huge beacon right next to him. The party was fun and one of the best ones that he went to. He found some kids who had happened to smuggle alcohol in and got some of their drinks. Soon the lights went off for a bit and then they came back on and the party resumed. He continued to drink and have a good time. He danced with some girls and made out with a few. After a while he noticed what he believed to be smoke around. He guessed that they just turned on a smoke machine or something and thought nothing of it.

After a while the party was officially shutdown and that's when things got really weird. People were doing things they shouldn't have been able to and others were turning into mutated freaks. He would have thought that it was the alcohol or something talking, but he wasn't the only one who had saw this and reacted. He even could've sworn that he saw some of the guys transforming as well. He got out of there as fast as he could still not sure about what was going on.

A Few Days Later
Gas Station ATM
5:45 P.M.

The morning after the incident Aaron discovered that he had been granted with powers as well and told his gang. They decided to test these powers out for themselves by having him do some odd jobs. One of the jobs being breaking an ATM with his power so they could get the money out of it. Exploitation at its finest.

The clerk was keeping his eyes on them. They were suspicious characters after all. "Hurry up, Russell. This is supposed to be a fast and easy job for you."

"It is," he said with a sigh before charging the machine with electricity from the tips of his fingers. Suddenly the machine started to shake and it burst open in a miniature boom causing the money to fly everywhere. The clerk was quick to get his gun and Aaron knew what to do while the guys gathered up the cash. He thrust his arm at him sending an arc of electricity at him to knock him down. Fortunately for the gang the clerk hit his head and was knocked unconscious. "Hurry up and let's get out of here."

They finished gathering up the money and started counting it as they walked. "I haven't heard from some of the others since that night. What do you think happened to them?"

"Some got arrested escaping your failed job. Others were mutated into super freaks. David plans on finding them and busting them out and using you and them for some big scores." One of the guys said while still counting money.

"Yeah... About that." Aaron started while looking down. "I'm thinking about getting out."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Aaron. One of the tougher ones placed his cash in his left hand while lifting up his shirt to reveal a gun with his right. "You know there's only one way out. Do you re-ooof!"

Aaron slammed him against the fence with his arm pressed against his neck. The guy dropped his money on the ground and it started to scatter while being blown with the wind. "You don't threaten me. I can handle you guys. Remember that. And I know you won't snitch to the police." He let him go spit on the ground next to his feet.

The guy was coughing and trying to catch his breath. "You think you're so tough now because you have powers? You could never kill one of us. You never killed anyone."

"You want to test that theory of yours? I may not have killed anyone, but it doesn't mean that I can't and won't. I've put plenty of punks in the hospital and that was without my new powers." He started walking the opposite way of the others and remained cautious, but he knew that they weren't going to try anything. Not right now at least. They'd need David's new super goons. He wasn't sure if he could take all of them on alone. He'd just have to worry about that a different day.

Today
Central City High School

Aaron had to watch his back ever since. He had made an entire gang of enemies. There was only enough that his confidence could do for him. What was he thinking by saying he could take on an entire gang by himself? He was smart, but stupid at the same time. He was opening his locker when he got a text message. He had no idea who it was from. The good morning messages usually stopped coming in by this time.

Before he could check it his locker was slammed shut from behind him. He turned around to see one of the guys from his gang. "So, I heard that you quit."

"You heard right. Am I going to have to do the same thing to you as the last guy?" Aaron responded.

"No, of course not buddy. I'm cool with you, personally. But it's bigger than that. Just know that you're not getting away with leaving us." Before any fists could be thrown he simply walked away with a smile.

Aaron finally looked down to read the message.

For our lives now, for everyone we know and love, its us versus them.

I don't know who exactly is the 'them' of that line, but we have something deeper here.

That explosion, the party itself, there's no coincidence here. We were set up from the start to be exposed to whatever that stuff was.

They've been at it for some time now, slowly picking up some of the other people who were there that night. Some willingly joining them, most probably not though.

They're the others too, the ones who mutated their minds are gone, twisted into some kind of monster beyond all human form. Or using their powers for greed, or just plain chaos.

I made sure you're the only person I want seeing this message, its encrypted, and will be completely wiped from existence as soon as I find out you read it. They might think of you as a menace now, some kind of threat, but I know you have it in you to do something about all this, the right thing to do. As for who I am? Just call me Apollo for now. Trust me, I might be the only 'friend' you have anymore.

As soon as I hear back from you, meet me at the janitor's closet in the west hall after school. Once you're there, we can get this show on the road.

What was all of this about? And why did this guy want to meet him in the janitor's closet? Could this be some trap set up by the gang? No, they weren't smart enough to know what an encrypted message was. At least not all of them. They also didn't know how to wipe the message like this guy might. David probably had someone who could do it or maybe he could do it himself. He didn't know. He wasn't going to be a coward though. He'd meet this Apollo guy at the Janitor's closet as weird as that sounded.

~~~~~~

After school was over Aaron found his way to the West Hall Janitor's closet. He only saw one person outside of the closet and figured that this was this Apollo guy. He was the only one to receive the message after all. He didn't look dangerous, but looks could always be deceiving.

"Uh... Apollo?"

"Ok, just for my own sake... and safety, you sure this is going to work? I mean we've already done this four times already. " Derick questioned Blake again for the fifth time as he rubbed the side left side of his aching ribcage.

"For the last time, we'll never know if we don't test this out. This will be the last one, I promise " Blake reassured his hesitant close friend as he began bouncing on the heels of his feet.

"...Your lucky, I'm willing to partake in your shenanigans, even as insane as it sounded when you asked me to do this," Derick said more so to himself rather than to Blake as let out a sigh of defeat, he pulled up the smaller replica ax of Gorehowl from the ground and gripped it tightly with both hands. "Here is to hoping this works."

With a high-pitched war cry sounding more accustomed to that of a straggled vulture, Derick charged at Blake with the ax held high over his head as he neared him. Though as he came running, full speed, from Blake's point of view he was moving rather slow. Time seemed to have accelerate, or rather his adrenaline pumped into him as a sense of excitement and danger came at him in the shape of a heavy and sharp steel ax.

Derick brought down the weapon in a full over head arc, but came up connecting with nothing but the dirt and grass where Blake had stood clear as day. A stinging blow hit the right side of jaw as his head jerked over to the right. Pulling the embedded ax out the ground, he reversed the ax's head to were it was facing behind him and swung to his left only to come into contact with nothing but air. Derick then felt the ground beneath him disappear from under his feet and him falling to the ground. He let go of Gorehowl as he immediately shut his eyes, clenched his teeth with a pained expression and arched his body up into the air from the pain of his back landing hard on the ground.

After a few moments of letting out a series of grunts and groaned pains he opened his eyes to see Blake looking down at him sporting a wolfish grin. "Didn't seem to work that time, but at least we know that I'm pretty fast," Blake said to Derick as he offered his hand out to help him off the ground. Derick grabbed Blake's extended hand and was pulled up off the ground.

"Well I only find this to be a pain in my ass... figuratively and literally."Derick said after he rubbed his back in hopes of the pain dulling away. He bent down and picked up gorehowl and handed it back to Blake.

"I think I've got a good enough collection of bruises on me, I need to recuperate myself for a while now." Blake took the ax back from him and let of small chuckle at his friends complaint, "Well, thanks for helping me to try to figure this out anyway. Let me know when you want to come over and do this again," Blake said with laughter as he a glaring look from his mohawked friend.

Blake and Derick said their goodbyes to each other. Once Derick left through the side gate of Blake's fenced-in backyard, Blake walked over to were he setup his camcorder on the wooden table. He set the camera up so he could look back on his 'trial test' of his newly and recently acquired abilities against his friend. Blake's mind began to muddle and go back to the incident that took place just a few days ago as he watched himself on camera moving as a mere blur. The music getting everyone on their feet, moving the the beats. People enjoying the short-lived moment of carefree fun. The lights flashing about the packed building, then going out...

*Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz!* His phone vibrated followed by his chosen ringtone to play when he received messages.

Blake pulled out his phone and opened the message, which caused him to display a puzzled look as to who left him a rather lengthy one at that.



"Huh..." Blake was baffled at how, besides Derick, someone else knew he secret, though it wasn't much of a secret in general especially since there was a decent mass of people at that party, but they seemed to know about him and his secret since he managed to get out fairly quickly before the cops showed up. Blake was now looking at his phone with keen suspicion, as if it were questioning him personally.

Locking his phone and holding his ax in one hand and his camera in the other, he headed back inside with a new plan ahead of him.
Let's see if your the key to my problem, Apollo. Blake questioned as he went inside his home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Today
Central City High School
West Hall Janitor's Closet
5:46 pm

Blake paced himself as he traversed the crowded halls filled with eager students heading towards the school's exit. Making sure to avoid the attention of others he knew walked and sneaking past the classrooms that a few teachers remained in to grade students work or plan their new out their new lessons for the next school day. As he finally made his way into west hall he sighted two others already standing in front of the janitor's closet. At first he was hesitant on continuing onward as he figured he be alone with just one other person, not the latter. Even with multiple questioning thoughts debating within his mind, Blake approached them regardless.

"So... I'm assuming you guys got the same, message, right?" he asked.

Since the small group was starting to gather awkwardly by the janitor door Caroline made her way over. Somehow she had managed to slip into her white suit and ninja her way there without really getting spotted. Overhearing one of them mention Apollo when she came into view she smiled softly. "He's not Apollo. I'm glad you boys could make it. We better get inside before we draw unwanted attention. I'll let us in." The door unlocked and opened to reveal Carolyn on the other side. She was wearing the matching black outfit. "Please come in. Herding the likely confused teens in the they closed the door and stood next to each other. For those that knew the council member surely someone would have pointed out her having a twin before now.

"You're probably a little confused right now so I'll explain a little. Yes there are two of me. She is Caroline and you can call me Carolyn, just so things aren't too confusing. If that helps at all." Carolyn said before stopping. Her double picked up from there. Thanks to Apollo I know that all of you were at the party last week and exposed to the gas. So was I, and you can see the more obvious result." She motioned to her twin. "Obviously the results are very different for everyone. But the main thing is that we all all target. Especially since there are are others that are using their newfound powers in crimes. And we're hoping to change that." Looking back she pretty much signaled for Appolo to come up.

@DrewVonAwesome@King Kindred@WildCobra

Adrian glanced over seeing the young man asking about 'Apollo' and if he was the mysterious figure in question. “Please, do I look like I'm wearing USA boxing trunks and have a sweet afro?” Adrian joked as he glanced around, still wondering if this was all some weird elaborate ruse. If it was though this guy made him wonder if they had something in common. He knew nothing about the guy outside of presumably he was a fellow student here. Even then he can't even remember if his seen the guy actually attending school that often.

Another guy showed up, one who Adrian knew a bit more since he ran in the same kind of friend groups but they never really connected with his circle of friends. Adrian shrugged at the question asked this time but before he could say another stupid joke no one probably would get. Caroline arrived looking like some kind of cyber ninja thing. He knew all about Caroline, the student counsel darling. He didn't realize that she had access to the grid and Tron. “Uh sure, Sam Flynn...” Adrian muttered until he walked into the closet and Caroline was there. Pausing Adrian looked back at Caroline and then to Caroline... Caroline... Caroline... Caroline... Caroline... The constant looking back and forth made Adrian's head literally spin on his neck until he fell over in confusion.

At her cue though from out of the back of the closet came a young man, casually wheeling himself up in his wheel chair. Fairly nondescript looking, messy blond hair, glasses, t-shirt and jeans with sneakers. “Greetings, hopefully this whole thing isn't too jarring so far.” The young man started as he moved his chair over to a nearby roll of paper. “I promise things shouldn't be too vague from here on out. I mean I am keeping my name for each of you at Apollo. But in due time I'll be happy to explain everything.” The small janitor's closet did have some space, even though it was never used as the janitors all usually just used another closet nearby. Something that worked in Apollo's favors by the looks of things. “Now then, lets just get into the matter at hand. We were all at the party last week where things got a bit... unsavory. Since police don't seem to be in a hurry to solve anything, and some of our fellow party goers have started causing plenty of trouble on their own, possibly someone else's calling. I see this all as a chance for some of us who can do something about it, do something about it.” Apollo noted putting the roll of paper up onto a small table but leaving it rolled up for the time being.

@t2wave@WildCobra@King Kindred

Aaron sighed at Adrian's joke when he realized that he was talking about Apollo Creed from the Rocky franchise. He wasn't sure that he'd call Apollo's afro sweet. So this guy wasn't the Apollo that messaged him. That meant that he wasn't the only one that got the text message. His suspicions seemed to be proven correct when Blake appeared and asked if they got the same message. Great. This was already starting out wrong. These two didn't seem quite too familiar to him and he wasn't exactly surprised. They seemed to be people on different sides of the spectrum from him.

Things took a turn when a girl in a super techy looking suit came up behind them. Adrian came up with another movie reference. At least this one was more justifiable as she did look like she could have been in a Tron movie. She was the only one that he actually recognized, but who wouldn't? Her face was always plastered somewhere as she was in the student council and used to be a cheerleader. When she opened the door to the closet he had a feeling that she had some connection to this Apollo guy. She couldn't be Apollo, right?

When the door was finally opened another Caroline was on the opposite side, but was dressed in black. Were they sisters? Twins? Almost instantly the song, "Real Sisters" by Future came to his mind. The gas created a twin of her? That was very interesting. Just what were the limitations of this accident?

He listened to Apollo and couldn't recall if he saw someone at the party that was in a wheelchair. He wasn't sure how he could possibly miss that.

"How do we know that we can trust you?" He started. "You started things off with a lie. In my message you told me that I was the only person you sent this to. I'm guessing you told the others the same thing. I want to know what I'm getting myself into and I'd like if it was the truth."

@DrewVonAwesome @t2wave @WildCobra

Blake stood silent for the time, mainly due to still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Apollo, was indeed in fact some guy in a wheel chair with the knowledge of the incident at the warehouse party. Somehow he knew about his, including those currently present, very unique abilities. Blake only vaguely recognized the school president, to which his surprise had a twin and were in suits made out of... he didn't know, all he knew was that it resembled suits like that from Tron. He vaguely knew who Adrian was, having only spoken to or around him a few times when he hung around mutual friends they had known. The other guy though, he hand't seen him before, but Blake did notice he had a bit of a begrudging look about him.

He placed his index finger and thumb on his finger as he ran through his thoughts, as well as not really paying attention to the conversation taking place in the small sized space of the closet. Seriously? what's up with the weird looking suits? Why not a more spaced location then a closet? A park or the restaurant would've been better, surely? _{Though it does seem more thoughtful, in case of watchful eyes...} Also where the hell was he at the party? Blake went into a series of questions with himself as they continued to talk.

"-nd I'd like if it was the truth." He'd only managed to catch that last part of that sentence as he came out of his bombardment of questions to himself. Blake hand't had a clue what he said, so he just went along for the ride. "Yeah, what he said. pointing his thumb over to Aaron.

@King Kindred@DrewVonAwesome@t2wave

The twin girls stepped up with Caroline offered an explanation up front. "Sorry if that was misleading. That wording was ours, it sounded better. Force of habit." They glanced at one another and Carolyn picked up from there. "But that's besides the point. We were all exposed to the gas. I'm sure you've heard that the authorities are beginning to take notice. Left unchecked the others from the party making trouble will eventually catch up to the rest of us."

@King Kindred@WildCobra@DrewVonAwesome

“Not to mention that when it comes to my vagueness on everything, unfortunately discretion is the name of the game.” Apollo noted after Carolyn finished talking. “I don't have enough evidence to back it up completely, but ever since the incident people are watching. Not just the people who you think would but a lot more.”

“Well first things first, where were you at the party? I mean no offense but I think I'd remember you if I saw you.” Adrian noted not wanting to play accuser but instead just wanting answers. Really in the sense of figuring he could play good cop to Aaron's bad cop act.

“Well I was the DJ.” Apollo answered matter of fact.

Adrian's eyebrow raised up, “You're kidding...”

“No I'm not, if I was kidding I'd say something to the effect of a horse walks into a bar, and the bartender says 'Why the long face?'” Apollo replied back. Before though he could let the others dwell on what he just said. He pulled up a video on the computer and started playing it. It was surveillance of the party from that night. Skipping between a few shots, one of which showed a very vague shadowing of what Aaron and his gang members were up too, not enough though for Adrian, Apollo, or either Caroline who has already seen the video. Finally a shot showed indeed someone at the top of the DJ stand and they were clearly wheelchair bound. “I've always loved electronic music, Gary Numan is my hero.” Apollo noted a bit absentmindedly. “Regardless there's more to this video than just me proving myself. Take a look.”

The video kept going, the mash up of Basement Jaxx's 'Where's Your Head At?' and Dizzee Rascal's 'Bonkers' playing when suddenly a quick violent shaking happens with the security camera right when the lights cut out. “See that?” Apollo asked the others as he rewind the footage and played it again. Adrian with his arms folded becoming very interested. “Wouldn't that be from whatever was powering the event?” He asked aloud.

“Not necessarily.” Apollo flipped around, rolling back over to the table where he unrolled the tube of paper. Revealing it to be a blueprint of the very warehouse. “See that particular camera was set up here, in the northwest part of the main room where everyone was. The generator for the event though was here, in the southeast outside of the warehouse itself.” Apollo circled everything as he went. “Now when I found the security footage I just showed you, it not only brought up a possibility of something more having happened that night. But I think a very important question should be asked.” Apollo looked up at the three guys.

“This particular area of warehouses were decommissioned in the mid-90s. They haven't been used since and all but abandoned. So why is there security cameras there that are operational?”

Adrian's eyes shot open realizing what Apollo was getting at. “You're saying we were all set up?”

“Bingo.”

@t2wave@WildCobra@King Kindred

Aaron looked at Blake as he agreed with him. They quickly got their answer from the twins. He couldn't really be mad at them though. They were right though. The ones going unchecked will definitely make problems for them. If he didn't set his mind right he would have been one of the unchecked ones. He still had the possibility of others in his gang being like him or like monsters. He didn't feel like bringing that up right at this moment though. That was better saved for later. Adrian decided to ask more questions after they received their initial answer from the twins. The one that was also on his mind as well. It did make sense that Apollo had been the DJ at the party. It would have made sense as to why he didn't recognize him there.

He looked at the shots from the video that Apollo was showing them and hoped that the others didn't get a good glimpse of what was happening with him and his crew. They probably didn't, fortunately. He continued watching the video to ease his concern and listened to the two speak back and forth until they came to the conclusion that this party was a set-up from the jump. Some twisted person made experiments of a bunch of teenagers. It made things interesting, but it also made him mad. What if they all received negative reactions to whatever happened? What if they had all died? How could someone just play with their lives like that?

"I don't know about you all, but I want to have a not so friendly conversation with whoever did this to us." He turned to Apollo now. "You were the DJ. Who hired you for the job? They could be the first lead on this."

@DrewVonAwesome@t2wave@WildCobra

Blake simply waited for a response after being further questioned. One mainly due to the fact that it was actually a good question, beats any of the few generic questions he thought about. Two because he wanted to learn of the dangers that could potentionally put them in danger and put those around in harms way a well. In the back of his mind the simple thought of his family or friends getting hurt got to him, but he pushed those dreadful thoughts away, crossing his arms as he patiently waiting for an answer.

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