Day three and nothing had changed. His powers did not work, his masked caretakers, who looked more like some kind of mercenaries from a video game than actual government agents like he thought they were, still did not answer any of his questions, and no one would provide him a change of clothes. Sometimes he could hear others nearby, people talking in hushed whispers out in the corridor or people shouting angrily somewhere nearby. He knew instinctively he wasn't alone here, that more people like him were nearby, but they were just out of reach.

Daz flopped back onto his cot tiredly, at this point he was desparate that something would happen, that his captors would make a mistake or someone would rescue them… surely this wasn't legal? Maybe the government would put a stop to this. They weren't experimenting on him at least, that was one good thing, but from the few words he'd managed to discern through his walls it was only because the labs were unfinished for the moment, but that was bound to change soon.

What about his friends? They would notice he never came back to them, and his brother surely knew he was missing by now. His parents were probably freaking out… Damn, what was he going to do now?

The answer was obvious: escape.

Lucas had tried everything. There was no teleporting, there was no bending anything, and there was no way out. He had even tried punching one of the guards but that only earned him a savage beating. It had been a week since he was grabbed in that alley. At least, he thought it was a week. Time seemed to squish together when you are doing nothing for so long. Lesson number one, never go in alleys when you think someone is following you. He had planned to teleport away, but the man had been closer than he had expected.

He had given up actively trying to get out and was simply biding his time, waiting for his chance. From what he could make out, he was supposed to be moved to a different facility soon. Seriously? This isn't just some crazy cult? Lucas thought. But it was beside the point. He was going to be taken out of his cell and that meant a chance to try and run, even if it killed him. No one was out there waiting for him, he was alone and a freak. If anyone was gonna help him, it would have to be Lucas Maddux.

Bunny had been minding her own business shopping in Cowes on the Isle of Wright when she'd been drugged an then kidnapped.

She'd originally thought that she'd surprise her captors by porting to Nice on the Rivera but somehow the talent she'd come to take advantage of had been dulled an she was trapped.

So rather than fight against people that had already shown to be knowledgeable enough about her abilities to take them away from her then they were organized enough to deflect any counterattack she might try. And though her nickname was Bunny she wasn't a shy helpless sort having been raised aboard a cruise ship and taught to protect herself an what to do if she was taken by terrorist or kidnappers.

She had been using tricks to make her guards think of her as a person with a family and friends that would be worried over her fate because it could make it harder for them to harm her. She also made sure to be helpful an harmless while secretly hoping that they'd make a mistake an drop whatever the had holding her. She was ready the moment she felt the the field that stole her power from her because she was constantly trying to teleport every moment she was awake.

The answer was obvious: escape.

Almost coinciding with his thoughts a deafening bang rang throughout his room. Shouts filled the corridor and Daz flew to his feet in surprise. Seconds later he had his ear pressed to his cell wall, trying to hear more. The shouting seemed to be moving away, presumably towards whatever made the bang.

Was this it? Was someone going to rescue them now?

Just then the power abruptly went out, plunging the room into darkness. All that remained was the red light on his metal cell door, and then that winked out as well. Hesitantly, almost daring not to hope, Daz carefully tugged on the door, but it was for nothing. He cursed in frustration when it refused to open, banging on the door angrily.

But then he noticed it… it was quiet. The water had stopped flowing, he couldn't hear it trickling in the walls around him. Maybe… just maybe… He didn't finish the thought, simply closing his eyes and taking a step forward- and with a whoosh he reappeared in the corridor on the other side of his door. “Yes!” he shouted exuberantly, pumping his fist in victory.

The white, sterile corridors were empty and dark around him, but the shouts were getting louder now, and coming towards him. Others, he knew instinctively there were like him, were also beginning to creep out of their separate cells and look around. He immediately closed his eyes and focused on his room back in England. Nothing. Which meant either he was still being blocked somehow, or he too far away, maybe even both. He cursed again, “Fucking hell...”

Just then another bang echoed down the hallway and the voices began drifting further away again. Daz eyed the dark corridor warily.

Lucas was laying on his bed when he first heard the gun fire. He sat up quickly and ran to the door
"Hey!!" he shouted "Someone's in here! Get me out!" But there was no response. He pounded on the door and shouted again but it was dead silent.
"Dammit let me out of here!" He raged, so close to salvation and yet this door was the only thing in between him and freedom. A door that normally he could have blown from its hinges. Desperately, he punched the door but that was a mistake. He collapsed to his knees, cradling his injured wrist and swearing loudly.
"Why won't you open?!" he shouted with both his mind and his vocal chords. A horrendous sound followed and Lucas looked up. The door had moved about six feet forward and was planted firmly in the wall on the opposite side of the corridor. Lucas sat there for about five seconds before it sank in. His powers had returned.
"Oh damn this feels good!" He hopped up and walked towards the door, peering out into the corridor. He glanced both ways before porting down the hall. "I'm not sure that I could actually be happier right now... well maybe if I had map of this place... or a hunk of steak..." He continued to make his way toward the sounds of gunfire, watching carefully and searching with his mind for any of his guards.

Bunny was sitting on her bunk meditating when her concentration was broken by several loud noises outside her cell. She had no idea what was going on though she hoped that it either meant that her captors were under attack or the facility she was in had suffered a calamity.

She was just beginning to concentrate on teleporting across the room once more when the lights went out leaving the room to be illuminated by the red emergency light and when that went out Bunny felt a tingle pass through her body then she suddenly flew across the room materializing at her focus point.

"I traveled!" She exclaimed loudly with a giggle but when she focused on her cabin aboard the ship she was disappointed to find out that she'd expended too much power trying to test her cell. Having experienced this level of expenditure before she knew she'd be limited on range and motion for an hour or two so she just needed to wait for her energy levels to return.

Knowing she was weakened she still risked teleporting through the door to her cell she appeared in a neat clinical corridor who's revealation sent a chill through her body

He'd grown so used to feeling the emotions around him that he hadn't even noticed when that ability was returned to him. The sudden flashes of joy as his fellow Deviants suddenly became aware of their ability to escape. Frustration, anger, confusion, fear, and many other negative emotions still radiated from those around him, but at least it wasn't hopeless anymore. Focusing on the locations of those around him he began counting with the intent of discovering exactly how many were-

A door suddenly crumpling like paper and launching into the far wall startled him from his mental inventory. The noisy bang the action produced served to increase the general level of nervousness around him, but it had also reminded him others were still trapped. He hastily ported into the room across from him, grabbing the occupant by the wrist and porting back into the corridor. His carry-along was a young girl, maybe thirteen, she couldn't have had her powers for very long... Well, there was nothing for it now. He let go of her immediately so she wouldn't think he was threatening at all. Many of the others seemed to have made it free on their own by then, as it turns out it was hard to hold a Deviant, which made it all the scarier that somehow these men had done so, for a while anyway.

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With his mental searching Lucas would stumble across the minds of a large group of guards heading towards the escaping Deviants, their thoughts were jumbled and full of panic. The most that could be discerned was there had been an attack on the facility of some kind, by Deviants no less. Accompanying the image of a middle-aged woman throwing a giant truck off a road with her mind was a location; Toketee Falls, Oregon.

The corridor the Deviants were imprisoned in was the only clean, hospital-like one. At the end of it was another large metal door, which was unlocked, and beyond that was a labyrinth of concrete tunnels leading in all directions. Soon the guards would be on them, and another group of guards- no, not guards, these were bounty hunters, of a kind at least, the ones who had apprehended the Deviants in the first place, and they were coming in from behind. The guards and snatchers were going to pincer them and trap the Deviants in their corridor if they didn't move soon.

Bunny was mildly surprised to sense other minds like her own. She'd always been sure she couldn't be alone in the world considering the alternative too absurd to think about. The thrill of the discovery that she wasn't alone gave Bunny a surge of energy that refreshed her previously expended power.

It was when she received the images of the woman flipping the truck that Marjorie (Bunny) that she caught the thought of Toketee Falls and the urgency of her needing to port there. Briefly she thought of trying to fight back against her captors and rescuing others but her hostage training had taught her that when presented with a chance to escape she should take it.

She was just about to ignore her training when around the corner came two men armed with guns and as they pointed them at her she did the only thing she could think of doing an teleported both men into the cell she'd escaped from.

She headed off down the hall keeping an eye out for others like herself. She chuckled to herself nervously when she thought how miffed the security director of her ship would be that she wasn't running for the open.

As she walked down the strange hall Bunny opened her thoughts in an effort to detect anyone around herself.

Lucas felt the guards approaching and made a descision. It's time for payback, He thought. Stepping out into the corridor, he shouted out to the people around him.
"Find a way out, I'll hold these idiots off" He started off to find the guards and soon he heard them approaching from down the hall. He whipped himself into a vacated cell and waited for them to pass. As soon as they had, he reached out with his mind and shattered every light bulb in the hall.
You have made a terrible mistake, now you will pay, he broadcasted telepathically to the guards before sending a wave of force blasting through the middle of the group. Guns went off in the darkness sending sparks and bullets flying through the air. Lucas erected a weak barrier to shield him from any stray fire that might come his way. He then loosed a banshee scream before picking up a man, slamming him into the wall, and flinging him towards his friends

Bunny was mildly surprised to sense other minds like her own. She'd always been sure she couldn't be alone in the world considering the alternative too absurd to think about. The thrill of the discovery that she wasn't alone gave Bunny a surge of energy that refreshed her previously expended power.

It was when she received the images of the woman flipping the truck that Marjorie (Bunny) that she caught the thought of Toketee Falls and the urgency of her needing to port there. Briefly she thought of trying to fight back against her captors and rescuing others but her hostage training had taught her that when presented with a chance to escape she should take it.

She was just about to ignore her training when around the corner came two men armed with guns and as they pointed them at her she did the only thing she could think of doing an teleported both men into the cell she'd escaped from.

She headed off down the hall keeping an eye out for others like herself. She chuckled to herself nervously when she thought how miffed the security director of her ship would be that she wasn't running for the open.

As she walked down the strange hall Bunny opened her thoughts in an effort to detect anyone around herself.

Bunny would quickly discover twelve others, thirteen including herself, fourteen including the woman on the surface. They were gathering in a corridor nervously.

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Daz cast his own mind out, confirming the locations of the twelve Deves and assessing the thoughts of their rapidly approaching detainers. He brushed the thoughts of another, a woman on the surface, but then his attention was pulled outward once more.

"Find a way out, I'll hold these idiots off"

Daz stood straighter at the order, briefly wondering if he should help the man, but then he brushed off those thoughts. They needed to escape and the man wouldn't have offered himself up if he couldn't handle it. "This way!" Daz said, expertly plucking a map from a guard's mind. He had a lot of practice digging around in people's thoughts for the information he wanted, particularly answers on tests and occasionally he went in search of the truth if he felt a deceptive mood around someone.

Daz thrusts the information from the map into the minds of the Deviants, they would now be able to navigate the place as if they'd been working there for two months. He also mentally whispered their destination to the others; there was another stairwell at the end of the opposite corridor that would lead to the back entrance on the surface.

Daz didn't need a physical cue to use his powers, but he found it certainly helped. Taking a step and reappearing elsewhere, gesturing with his hand to move objects, or initiating skin contact to read thoughts. The physical action helped focus his ability, so he made to do that then, taking a step forward- but what's that? The sudden appearance of men in suits and holding handguns surging through the end of the corridor, the opposite end to where the other man- Lucas, was running his very noisy interference, gave him some pause.

It also seemed to make the others freeze in apprehension, and that second was all that was needed for it all to go horribly wrong. The guns seemed to go off in sync, and shrieks of pain, fear, and surprise formed a cacophony of both physical and psychic noise. Daz stumbled back as he felt his fellow Deviants die.

Just like that thirteen was suddenly eight.

NO! That was the woman on the surface, her grief and rage were fused and radiating like a giant sun of hatred. Brushing her thoughts, Daz discovered her daughter was one of the prisoners, and just then the little girl had died. The infuriated mother was suddenly aiming to kill, and then a serious of confusing emotions and thoughts twisted in her mind, and then she died too.

Daz's hands were pale and shaking, he dint wait a second longer and teleported to the stairwell immediately. TO ME! Now! He mentally commanded, his thoughts mostly on the man who had went to distract the other guards.

He spun on his heel and began racing up the steps as he felt others porting just behind him. The guards had left this section, they were almost free! They just had to get outside and surely that would be enough to escape completely!

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Lucas felt the guards approaching and made a descision. It's time for payback, He thought. Stepping out into the corridor, he shouted out to the people around him.
"Find a way out, I'll hold these idiots off" He started off to find the guards and soon he heard them approaching from down the hall. He whipped himself into a vacated cell and waited for them to pass. As soon as they had, he reached out with his mind and shattered every light bulb in the hall.
You have made a terrible mistake, now you will pay, he broadcasted telepathically to the guards before sending a wave of force blasting through the middle of the group. Guns went off in the darkness sending sparks and bullets flying through the air. Lucas erected a weak barrier to shield him from any stray fire that might come his way. He then loosed a banshee scream before picking up a man, slamming him into the wall, and flinging him towards his friends

The men, more long-contract mercenaries than actual trained guards, were skittish enough around the prisoners without being attacked with their supernatural powers. A hail of confused bullets and angry shouting voices were the only answer they could muster to the terrifying psychic scream that invaded their minds. The bullets seemed to do more damage to themselves than to their target, and soon they were up and running, or limping, back the way they'd come. One man didn't rise, two bullet holes in his forehead.

A sudden palpable feeling of death and loss would wash over him then. At least one of his kind had died, many if the way the sharp and thick feeling settled was any indication. TO ME! Now! A voice suddenly called out to him, the first shout was verging on hysterical, but by the end of the command the voice had settled more into worry and fear. A location would then be forced into Lucas' thoughts; an image of a stairwell.

Bunny found two girls of about 12 years old who were scared to death so she took them in tow telling them to stay close.

As they made their way towards the others several frightening men with huge guns charged around the corner and fired their weapons. Their actions an disregard for the youth of Bunny's two charges so angered the normally sweet an gentle girl that she teleported them sans their guns into her vacated cell.

It was shortly after her own violent encounter that Bunny felt others die around her followed by a mother's rage that staggered her briefly. The sorrow filled woman who was filled with white hot anger attacked those who were responsible for her daughter's death only to expire moments later

The recent loss of life galvanized Marjorie into immediate action less she and her two charges be next to be brutally killed. So she focused on the voice that demanded her an the others join him at the stairwell. She grabbed the two girl's hands and ported them along with her to the voice calling her.

She had been at this facility for exactly one month to the day. With no clocks or windows in her cell, noting the time and how long she'd been here had been tricky, but like clock work the humans in the masks would bring her three meals a day, and that was how she had been keeping time. When she had first got here she had been rather combative, and thus spent most of her days in a haze of sedative drugs, or strapped down to a medical bed. After about a week she stopped fighting and began her silent protest. By the third week she was starting to lose hope, and wondered what the rest of her life in a prison would be like.

When the electricity went out and her abilities started working again the first thing she did was listen to any and every mind she could hear. Information was key, as she couldn't teleport because she had no clue where she was. Hell for all she knew she was in the north pole, and teleporting back to Detroit would kill her. She heard bits and pieces of the peoples thoughts around her, The panic and confusion was evident in everyone's mind. She quickly teleported into the hall in front of her cell door, after she was sure no one out there was the enemy, in fact they were all like her, prisoners deviants.

The chaos quickly turned into bodies dropping, as the once dozen or so fellow Deviants became only eight left alive. Alisha stood pressing her back against the wall, trying to make her self a smaller target. A boy with red hair dropped in front of her, dying from a bullet to the neck, he bleed out quickly as he stared up at her, his eyes glazed over as he died. This scene would most likely haunt her for years to come, if she got out of here alive. She could telepathically hear the few other Deviants giving commands, and information on how to get out of this place, the map was helpful, and she was ready to get the hell out of here.

Grabbing a hysterically crying guy who had been cradling the body of what seemed to be his dead twin, Alisha followed the others lead and teleported to the stairwell that lead out of the place with him in tow. With the electricity still out most of the rooms and corridors around were pitch black, the only light coming in from the slit like windows. But even in the dim light Alisha noticed that the white hospital scrubs that she and many of the others were wearing all had some amount of blood on it, others were more or less drenched in it. She let got of the crying guy, who limply and pathetically plopped down onto the ground to continue sobbing, and not helping himself. "Get it together. Survive." She said to him, but also to herself, and anyone listening.

The door at the end of the stairwell and corridor, was the one that would lead to freedom. It was super locked and made of heavy steel and titanium. But with three of her strongest and huge telekinetic blasts, Alisha managed to bust it open, and light from the outside shown in.

Daz led the charge for the most part, being the first one on the stairs with the others porting in just behind him. But he was quickly overtaken by several of the faster prisoners. His steps faltered unsteadily as he felt another death, a sickening feeling in his gut, but it wasn't one of the Deviants at least. With every step he cast his mind out as far as it could reach, taking in everything he could find. There! Daz snatched the stray half-thought from one of their pursuers; "Mr. Whittemore is going to be pissed-" A name! Mr. Whittemore... who the hell is that?

"Get it together. Survive."

Yeah, keep it together. I will survive this! He mustered as much determination as he could, but he was being buffeted on all sides by quick, panicked thoughts and powerful, erratic emotions. It was hard to keep focused.

Then he noticed a really sickening thought; "Better than cutting them open at least-" Accompanying the thought was an image of a young girl who had been cut up like a frog in a school lab. They were going to do that to us...? Daz felt sick at the mere notion of being dissected, to have it thrust in his in all the detail of a memory- "Shit!" He cursed fearfully. He flinched as another wave of pain and death washed over him. Seven, he thought, his anxiety building. He'd never thought it was this bad, he'd been sitting in his cell for three days imagining he was just going to be poked and prodded for blood samples, not murdered!

One of the Deves ahead of him was a dark haired woman about his age, and judging by the sheer damage she wrought on the door her impressive telekinetic abilities far surpassed his own. At least they were out, he followed the flow of relieved Deviants out into the fresh air. It was wet, as if it had just rained, and they were in a field beside a large concrete warehouse. Not far was the treeline, tall, thin evergreens forming a ring around the empty grass. The ground sloped sharply just before the wooded area, going into a steep, rocky incline. Mountains could be seen in the distance, and Daz got the feeling they were at the base of one.

A loud, harsh rushing sound assaulted his ears, forcing him to take note of the large waterfall behind the complex. He'd been avoiding the thought, but faced with this landscape, the accents, and a name like 'Toketee', it seemed they were most definitely in America, Oregon must be a state then. He doubted he could safely teleport all the way home from here, but he was willing to give it a try. His attempt quickly failed, maybe it was too far, maybe not, but his powers wouldn't reach beyond the glade.

Steeling himself to the best of his ability, Daz kept running, moving as fast as he could towards the treeline. Porting doesn't work! He informed his fellow escapees, keep running!

Bunny was at the base of the stairs when she caught the thoughts of those around echoing with fear, revulsion anger at the death of a girl she'd never met. She might have dwelt on the information a bit longer if she hadn't been so worried about the two younger girls she'd taken charge of and now felt responsible for their safety an survival.

Still needing to recharge her teleportation ability she grabbed her two wards hands to pull them up the stairs an was surprised by the surge of energy she felt flow from them and into her.

"That explains why they kept us separated because we can combine our energy reserves" thought Bunny as she pulled the girls higher up the stairs
And as the trio ascended towards the light Marjorie began to know things about both girls that would have taken days to learn verbally

Their names were Tina an Brittany and were three months apart in age. Neither was skilled in the use of the powers they possessed or even aware that they had any until a few weeks before they were snatched. Both girls were only children raised in loving families like her own; and both were terrified and now leaning one her will for support. This only reinforced a maternal older sister feeling in Bunny making her stronger than she normally could be.

They broke out into the open and Marjorie paused to get her bearings. She saw the falling water which explained the sensation she'd been receiving for a long time now, it was water an lots of it.
Toketee Falls; now it all makes sense" she thought

Run" Was what she understood when Daz sent his warning

Bunny didn't hesitate and began running for the tree line hoping that distance from the facility would remove the restraint she felt on her power. If that did happen she could teleport herself and her two companions to the mountains on the horizon.

Lucas flung himself back down the hallway as a hail of bullets crashed into the wall next to him. It was time to get out, they were sufficiently distracted. That was when he started listening to the telepathic shouts. Yup, it's time to get the hell out of here he thought. Hurtling at top speed down the corridors, he picked the minds of the people around him until he found which way was out. He rounded a corner and crashed into a tall woman and a child.
"Watch where you're going," shouted the lady
"Really? That's what you're worried about?" Lucas retorted. He dashed up the stair and burst out into the light. Blinded momentarily, he stumbled and crashed into the ground. A running boy grabbed his arm and pulled him up. "Name's ja..." the bullet found his throat and he went down in a spurt of blood. Lucas took that as his que and started sprinting into the woods.

Running for the tree line was easy enough, dodging the bullets that followed her not so much. Alisha was an adequate runner, and adept at parkor, but this situation with the wet grass, death and gore was making it hard to concentrate on not tripping, falling over, or getting shot. The adrenaline rush was helping, and it gave her the boost of energy needed to telekineticly toss a big log at the group of shooters behind them all. Effectively smashing two of them under the log and distracting the five others for a very short moment. Running she jumped down the incline into the woods. The jump down resulted in a sprained ankle but she ignored the stabbing pain, and kept going, where to she had no idea.

The only information about their whereabouts was that they were in Toketee Oregon. Getting away from the waterfall and bad guys was the number one priority at the moment. She wanted to teleport as far as she could. The fact that she only had those grippy hospital socks on was not helping, as they were soaked through and flopping as she ran. Darting behind the thickest tree she saw, Alisha quickly tugged the socks off and left them. Sure running through a forest barefoot was going to suck, she would probably end up with cuts, but she would be just a tad faster.

Alisha had been to Oregon one time with Mandy over three years ago. It was where they met up in Portland with a man named Dexter who had been a friend of Mandy's and was also a deviant. Hopefully if she could get away from the rushing water, and have a safe hour or two to sore up some energy she could just teleport to Portland for help... Some food and water wouldn't be to bad ether. She tried to teleport but only managed to go about half a yard deeper into the forest. She was low on energy and could still hear the waterfall behind her. She also noticed a rushing creek to the left, which didn't help anything.

She needed to catch her breath so she looked behind her for the pursuers. They weren't visible from where she was running and though she could hear the gunshots off in the distant, there seemed to be less of them shooting off. Alisha leaned against a tree and breathed heavily, sweat dripping down her face, and her feet and legs were covered in mud and pine needles. Her throat was bone dry, and her heart was beating mile a minute. Pushing off from the tree she ran.

Daz stumbled, his foot catching a loose stone, and toppled to the ground. His teeth clapped together painfully and a large stone bruised his shoulder. He scrambled to his feet, not even waiting to catch his breath, and spun back to face his pursuers. Running would be foolish now that he had lagged behind, best to use this chance while he had it. His mind tore into one of the snatcher's, the attack noticeable even to the man's mundane brain. He pulled information like a vampire pulled blood, delving deep and taking lots.

The reason their powers were dampened were due to interference by running water, a weakness Daz hadn't even known he had. This building was owned by The Geonova Corp, a name that meant nothing to him, and the leader of the corporation was a man surnamed Whittemore who was very much aware of the Deviants. The Deves' chasers were on the verge of giving up because the escapees were almost far enough away to teleport unhindered. Accompanying that last tidbit of information was a memory of a map of Toketee Falls, a red line of sharpie marking the range of the dampening effect, the fastest of Daz's comrades were almost past that line. He also became aware of where their possessions were being kept, or rather, not kept as the case was; they were piled into a van in transit to be disposed of discretely. Wallets, odd trinkets, clothes, everything.

But for now he just needed was a place to go, these people knew his name after all, he was most certainly not going home and leading them to his friends and family. Daz dived back into the man's mind, locating a place even the weakest, most exhausted of them could reach. A city large enough to hide in and preferably hard to reach, but as it turns out Toketee Falls was quite remote, in the middle of a National Forest in fact. Their best hope was the city of Roseburg to the west, but there was a road nearby that led straight there, the city of Eugene to the north west would have been better, but it was far enough away that Daz doubted the most worn of them would reach it. Roseburg it was then. He ripped an image of an alley behind a hotel from the man's mind, along with images of nearby locations in all directions just in case. He then projected the image to the other Deves in the area and took of at a sprint, mustering enough energy for a small port closer to the edge of the Falls' effect zone.

Daz had only stood still for a few seconds, but that was enough for the chasers to have noticed and then shot him. That hadn't happened though, his mental attack had distracted them, and then another had intervened as well, a log had bowled over a few of them, giving Daz just enough time to raid a mind and run for it.

Unfortunately his small port was blind and he reappeared over a creek, landing in it with a splash. The chilly water was like daggers in his skin. He climbed from the creak soaking wet, breathing hard, and bleeding slightly from a scrape on his knees. Daz's back had been splattered with blood earlier, during those first rounds of gunfire, but by now his front was splattered as well, and the stiff white pants they'd given him did nothing to hide the stain leaking from his leg now. Huffing and puffing, Daz at last scrambled over the invisible line and disappeared with an odd rumbling sound not unlike thunder. He landed on his back in the alley, taking a moment just to lay there and catch his breath.

@RumikoOhara

Daz's steady influx of information would reach Bunny and her two charges easily, he was not so far away from them that his telepathic ability was becoming at all distorted. Occasionally emotions would slip through the connection as well; fear, anger, frustration, and brief bouts of triumph followed promptly by a new piece of intel. Normally emotions didn't transfer along with thoughts, but Daz was a better telepath than most and his range extended to emotions as well.

@PrettyWalrus

Lucas was a bit further from Daz, a bit behind him, so the telepath's words were a bit muffled and faint due to the nearby Falls. The image of a dark alley in a place called Roseburg, as well as a map of the Falls' dampening range, were readily available though.

@Emma

Alisha was a bit further from Daz, ahead instead of behind him, she would experience similar telepathic communication problems as Lucas, but again the two most important parts of information made it through. She might even already be safely across the line and able to teleport by then.

Lucas hurtled headlong through the woods, leaves slapping at his face and neck as he sprinted. His breath came ragged and his footsteps began to slow ever so slightly. Come on, come on, come on. The bullets whizzing by were less often now and the shouting behind him was fainter now and steadily getting quieter. He had lost them. Slowing to a fast jog, Lucas looked around for a place to hide but trees were the only thing in sight. Just at that moment he "heard" a voice telling him why his powers were diminished and a safe place to go. Relief flooded over him. Others had made it out! However this distraction was enough for him to not notice the rabbit hole infront of him. The ground rushed up to meet him. He was probably only unconsious for several seconds, but it was enough. Lucas rolled over and a man in a suit was standing over him.
"Hello there little guy," said a deep voice, scratchy from smoking "You've made a pretty bad mistake."
"Oh? And why is that?" Responded Lucas, trying to buy time for him to focus.
"Well first of, you broke my friends and one of them even got shot in the process. Secondly, you ran. Thirdly, you fell about ten feet from safety. Does that sum it up?" He raised his handgun and pointed it at Lucas's head.
"Well... that is a problem." Retorted Lucas and flung the gun to the ground with his mind before scrambling to his feet
"So this is how you want to do it"
"Yeah, it...." the punch interrupted what Lucas was about to say, something witty no doubt. It crashed into his face and the world spun for a moment before the second turned him back around. He tottered for a moment, trying to take a few steps to keep his balance, but ultimately it was no use. His ass hit the ground hard enough for him to bounce. Rolling to get up, Lucas felt his face begin to swell and looked around to find the man. He was standing over to his left holding the pistol again.
"Bye bye" and the gun went off. At the same moment Lucas turned and felt the familiar tug in his stomach. A familiar ruse used to get away from fights, make your opponent think that he has the upper hand while you're simply stalling, and trying to make an opening to escape. The world tumbled around him and changed into a dusty city alleyway. Lucas opened his eyes and felt a numbness in his shoulder. He looked and saw the crimson spread across his chest and arm. He looked around but saw nothing as his eyes closed and he collapsed on the ground

Bunny caught the send from Daz as she reached down an picked up the smallest girl Tina who was stumbling with exhaustion knowing they'd make better time even if she had to carry her.

"Come on Brittany, we just need to make it a little farther an I'll port us to safety" sent Marjorie as she made her way through the trees.

She was determined to see both of her charges to safety especially after she experienced what the Mercs held in store for them. "Fight or Flight" popped into her head as she forged on to the effect boundary.

"Flight!" Became Bunny's focus as she tapped into the primal survival source that was whispered about as the reason people could perform astounding feats when faced with the legendary elephant.

Brittany yelled out in pain after stubbing her toes on a rock out cropping an dropped to the ground whimpering which caused Marjorie to stop an set down an check the injured foot which gave one of her pursuers a chance to catch up and aim his gun an tey to shoot them. But the angry Bunny prevented him from doing so by teleporting him 25 feet in the air where he promptly fell to the ground knocking the wind out of him.

"Tina you need to run while I carry Brittany" sent Bunny to both girls as she picked up the injured girl and headed to the freedom line.

As soon as she felt her power an her two charges power become freed up Bunny fired off a long range teleport to the location in Roseburg. Momments later she an the others appeared in the location Daz had sent an Marjorie dropped to her knees letting Britnay fall off as she gasped with pain from the heavy long range port.

Alisha got the message, and though it had been faint she had enough of an idea where to port. She jumped and teleported to the alley, ungracefully landing on her butt, the palms of her hand scrapped along the asphalt as she skidded into the side of a dumpster. Right next to her laid a unconscious guy with a bullet wound to the shoulder. She was in a lot of pain from the sprained ankle that was now swollen and blue, and her feet were a mess of cuts and scraps. Alisha's leg mussels cramped from the gruesome run, and she could hardly catch her breath. Standing up and walking was not an option at the moment, now that she was safe enough in the alley, she didn't want to move.

The guy beside her was bleeding pretty badly, as expected with a gunshot wound. But Alisha could tell, thanks to two semesters of high school anatomy, that the bullet hadn't hit anything major based on where it was. The problem for now was the bleeding needed to stop. Finally catching her breath, she sat up on her knees facing the guys body. She ripped the sleeve off her shirt and pressed it firmly to his wound. Alisha's medical knowledge extended as far as basic first aid, and the random knowledge gained from watching TV shoes like ER, and Scrubs.

"Hey can you hear me open your eyes. I need you to wake up! Hey look at me." She said earnestly to him. Telepathically she called out to the other Deves around her 'Need some help over here, if you can manage.'

It was brod daylight and anyone could walk by the alley and see the group of bloodied, mud covered teens, dressed in what looked like hospital clothes. Logical assumption for a passing stranger was that they were escaped mental patients or something just a terrible. They needed a place to lay low, clean up, eat, bandage themselves, and rest safely. Unfortunately without money, and with their appearances as dreadful as they were, options were highly limited. The only place Alisha could think of as a possibility was some unoccupied house for sale, or an abandoned building. She was basically all out of energy for using her powers, with the last teleport having drained her.