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"Are you serious...?" He could not believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, I'm serious." The man in the formal suit answered, his hands behind his back.

Archer Matthew Kent never expected something like this. This man was telling him that he could help him control his powers, and use them for good.

"Nah..nah, you're crazy." Archer snorting, looking up at the man. "You think you can help me?" Archer than chuckled a little. Who could help a living nuke? And why choose Archer, out of all the expert Gifted people in this hell hole of a prison.

"Listen, Mr. Kent. I'm offering you a chance, a chance to become something more. Plus, you'll get out of this 'hell hole of a prison." What? Archer wondered, this man just said exactly what he was thinking. Is he-? "Yes, I am a Gifted. I'm reading your mind." The man said instantly as soon as Archer thought it. Archer raised an eyebrow up at the man, how does he get to have a normal life out of cell, but other people that are Gifted can't?

"...Who-?" Archer said, but didn't get to finish. "I'm Dr. David Peterson, a Gifted like you who wants to help people understand their powers. I also believe that heroes are needed in the world."

"Stop it." Archer said. It was starting to get annoying to be predicted. Archer thought about it, a chance to learn how to control his powers. He'd never have to hide again. And hell, he'd get to leave the prison. Archer shook the doctor's hand, and the doctor briefly smiled. "Come with me." Archer got up, and the guard walked in to take off his cuffs.

Archer walked down the hallway and noticed there were others following the doc. He must have recruited them as well. "Where are we heading?" Archer asked. Peterson turned his head, and said "Just wait." All of them got into a large elevator, heading to the surface of Saturn Prison. He noticed a few people that seemed strange. A ten year old boy, a white haired teenager, and an old man? The old guy seemed buff, and looked like he's probably served in the military.

The elevator reached the surface. The sunlight blinding Archer as he winced and covered his eyes. He hasn't seen daylight in quite some time. That's when he saw it, and his jaw nearly hit the floor.

Heroic Theme

It was a jet, but it wasn't some regular jet. It seemed like it belongs 200 years from now. With yellow and blue lines designed around the jet. A black guy inside with a headset waved to the group of Gifted to get in.

This was going to be one hell of time.

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Alexandra sat on the edge of her bed and let out a heavy sigh. For the past year and a half, it was the same thing over and over. Wake up, stare at the wall, eat the horrendous garbage that they called food, then sleep. She couldn't even remember the last time she saw any of her friends. Of course, they no longer considered themselves her friend. Alex cursed the arms resting at her side. She never asked for any of this. She was labelled a criminal due to some freak accident that gave her hideous tentacle arms.

A knock on her cell door caused her to jump. She never got any visitors, and her food tray was always slid under the door without any notice. She stood up as the door creaked open. "Hello, Alexandra. My name is Dr. David Peterson." The man who spoke was dressed in a formal 3-piece suit, complete with slicked back hair. He appeared to be a bit older than her.

"Are you here to do more tests, doctor?" Alex replied. Her slight Russian accent threw off the doctor.

"A foreigner? Right, I remember reading your file." The doctor walked closer and inspected her arms. "Fascinating. Alexandra, I'm not here to do any tests, or to hurt you. I'm here to offer you a chance at a life outside of this prison. No doubt you would like that."

"I had a life before I got locked in here. You people think I'm a criminal because of something I couldn't control. Did you read that in my file, doctor?"

"I'm not saying that locking all of you away was the right course of action. That's why I'm here. I want to help you realize your true potential as a hero."

Alexandra's stare didn't break away as the doctor spoke. Surely, he was just trying to trick her into a false sense of security.

"I can assure you that this is not a trick. You see, I am one of the Gifted as well. Now, if you'll please come with me, I can get you out of here."

She stood taken aback at the man who could apparently read her thoughts. Nothing was secret with him. Of course, nothing about her was a secret anymore. The government knew everything about her, down to the time in minutes that she sleeps. There was no such thing as privacy in this prison.

"I guess I don't really have a choice." Alex walked closer to the doctor. "Lead the way."

"Thank you, Alexandra. You won't be disappointed." He stuck his hand out in an attempt to shake her hand, but quickly retracted it. "Er, I don't think that is very sanitary."

Alex ignored the comment and pushed the doctor out of the cell before stepping out behind him. "Let's go."

Alex followed several others who walked behind the doctor. They all appeared to have some sort of quirk about them. Must be other Gifted. She stayed as far back as she could. She knew that even though they were all Gifted as well, her mutation was the most noticeable, and undoubtedly the most unattractive. The back was definitely the best place for her. The group of Gifted boarded a large elevator that took them to the surface of the prison.

The sun shone brightly, its light bouncing off of a large jet before them. After her eyes got used to the sun that she so desperately missed, she realized just how mesmerizing the giant flying contraption truly was. If she didn't know better, Alex would have thought she was locked away for hundreds of years. The jet looked nothing like the others she had seen before. The pilot gestured at the group, giving them the go-ahead to board the jet. Alex maintained her spot at the back of the pack, waiting for the others to board first.

Several months have passed since Alfred Reginald, Soldier X, was recaptured by the American government, and put in this very prison. He had seen worse though, and being a soldier this wasn't nearly as bad compared to some of the other prisons he visited. But that wasn't the hardest thing about this place. It's how his pride had ultimately shattered, how he allowed himself to get captured back in Montana. All he was doing was living out his days in hiding and retirement, until the CIA arrived to take him in. Military too, for they brought in tanks, helicopters, fresh mindless soldiers, everything. The serum that mysteriously happened to be amplified at his age was supposed to help him win, not lose. Yet here he is now, Saturn Prison... facing death threats by government personnelle and destined to live the remainder of his life here in this hell hole...

And then there's this guy. Dr. David Peterson. A gifted person himself... and he's got a plan supposedly.

"What's the point?" the soldier sighs as he glares at the doctor with his orange visor, "Your talking about a younger me... One who was more respected and beloved by all. If you think that I~"

"Don't worry about them," the doctor responds to Soldier X as he reads his mind, "You won't be working for the government necessarily. Think of it as working for the people. You will be their hero, the People's Soldier, and not exclusively for the government, especially not to those who mean ill on the innocent."

Soldier X began to think about this situation, when he was suddenly interrupted.

"I know your life was a living hell," he continues, "To loose everyone and everything... for it all to be smashed and crumbled. But even from the rubble, a new day can still rise out of the grave. It's not always the end of the line. You, as well as other gifted men, are needed out there to save the world from the forces of evil. This is your chance to come back and do what you do best... all for the sake of good. And you'll not be doing this alone."

Perhaps this doctor did have a point. Despite the hell he had been through, perhaps it was heaven calling out to him, pushing him to soldier on and keep on fighting. Fuck the government at this point, he's doing it for the people. And he's not gonna do it alone. Soldier X then looks up at David's face and stands up, shaking the doctor's hand.

"I might as well be given a new lease on life," the soldier responds, "I'm not doing this for the glory, but rather just to have some god damn peace on this Earth."

The doctor would then briefly smile.

"Come with me." he says and Soldier X followed him out.

He would then see the Doctor began to recruit more heroes, those ranging from a 10 year old boy, to a white haired teenager, and even some average kid and regardless it kept on growing. He and the rest of the the recruitments went outside via an elevator and sees a high-tech jet ready for take off. He gotta say, that is indeed a nice looking jet. He then sees the guy beside him who almost had his jaw dropped to the floor.

"Cmon," he says in a friendly, yet roughish, tone as he bumps the kid's shoulder, "No time to stand there in awe."

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Atlas fingernails drummed out a familiar beat on the hard concrete of his cell. The other throwing a book at the door. He’d tried everything he could think of, but there seemed to be no way of escaping this hell hole. For nearly a year he sat one dark cell or another, his blood lust festering. On the second day he had been in the cell, he’d awoken up with a weird collar on his neck, not surprising seeing as the first day he nearly escaped, when one of the attendants had brought him food while they watched him to monitor his behavior.

Atlas smiled, guess they weren’t watching close enough… he thought. He remembered darting out of the room nearly instantly as the man went to close the door, he made it past him and into the hallway. It was lit by a dim light and Atlas couldn’t tell if they were underground or flying through space, there were no windows to be found. That baffled him. If he didn’t know if they were in space or on earth, he didn’t know how fast they were moving, or how fast anything was moving.

Atlas slapped his hand into the wall blowing a hole through it. He was guessing so it wasn’t really his best work, were normally there would have been a neat hole, there was what looked like an entry point for the Kool-Aid man. Then suddenly he felt a fist about to connect with his own skull, he went to reflect it but something odd happened and it all backfired, he was hit at least twice as hard as a normal punch would have landed.

When he woke up he was in a concrete prison cell with little in it and a fancy new collar. Every person who came in he screamed at, with a bloody passion. The way he figured, no one would ever leave this place, they would all die here. So he screamed and screamed, sometimes bashing his forehead against the wall, anything to clear the thoughts. The whole time he sat handcuffed, he waited for torture but none came. Sad really, they didn’t have balls here either.

“So am I just a mouse to you!?” He screamed at the door, wishing it would dissolve and let him out of there. Wishing he could make his own voice melt the door. He drummed his fingers faster on the concrete. “Are we just cattle? Are we not people!” He screamed more.

Atlas smacked his head against the wall, once then twice, then over and over in a slow rhythm. He wanted death to come, to sweep him off his feet and take him to hell. Death was always so sweet, so simple. He laughed deeply his voice cracking a bit, he had strained it much over the last year and the screams felt like whispers.

He started laughing hard drumming faster with his fingers, the head smacking ceased. “When she comes, she will embrace us all…” His head snapped to the camera in the corner, staring intently into the lens. “Everything will fall,” He licked his lips. “Everyone you love will die.” He laughed manically, his voice growing a bit stronger. “And I won’t even be there to watch?!” He screamed at the lens as if someone, anyone was listening.

He thought they would have been here by now… He thought maybe they would have needed him. He never thought wrong, never. He glanced at his notes, then up at the camera again paranoia setting in. He ripped out the pages he thought the camera had found useful and ate them, staring directly into the lens still, chewing slowly. They were watching, whether he believed it or not, someone was, and if they figured he knew anything they would use it against him, they would try to cripple him.

“I will not be crippled!” He yelled at the lens. He yanked at the cuffs around his feet, kicked until he thought his ankles would break.

“You think you can beat me!? You think you’re so clever. Come on out then…” He was on his knees now reaching for the door, the chains clattering against the floor stopping him just before he could reach it. “Take this collar off and let's see who’s the better man.”

The door opened. A man stepped in closing it behind him. “Okay, then.” He said throwing Atlas an odd key. “On one condition…” Atlas didn’t care what it was, he didn’t care if this man wanted to blow up the world, at the moment he nearly had tears, he didn’t want to show it. Didn’t want to seem weak, he mumbled a ‘thank you’ and unlocked his collar. He felt his body rise off the concrete as he floated there suspended in gravity, all he had to do was angle and push up his feet and increase the speed he went both up and down in equal increments, simple really.

He rubbed his neck where the collar had been, he owed this man for now. He owed him his life. But once that was payed back he was done, he didn’t want any part in this team they were building. Life was a game one played alone.

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Tiffany stared through the bars at the well dressed man standing on the other side. It had been weeks since anyone had last been stupid enough to speak to her, let alone say anything so far fetched.

"You're messing with me," she said bluntly.

"I assure you, I'm dead serious," said the man, smiling slightly. "And, no, this is not a trick to get you to go to your execution. If we wanted you dead, we wouldn't need to resort to deception."

Tiffany's eyes widened, and she mustered her strength to sit up in her bed, sliding away. Suddenly, she was trembling, the chain joining her wrists shaking slightly. He had just read her mind. She had to keep it blank.

So, naturally, all the thoughts she wanted to keep hidden rushed forward all at once.

"If we believed you were worthless, we wouldn't be bothering with you," said the man, gesturing to the guard, "And, no, you will not use this opportunity to escape. We won't let you." He exchanged a glance with the man holding the keys. "Take off her handcuffs, but reapply the fluids. This one will need some extra watching."

Tiffany rubbed her wrists after her restraints were removed and she was helped into her wheelchair. She bit her lip as the guard stuck that awful needle into her arm. She could practically feel the strength draining from her limbs. But if this man was to be believed, soon, she would be allowed to walk around again, like she used to, before she'd lost everything.

"My name is Dr. David Peterson, by the way," said the man, "And, yes, I am Gifted. This way." He began walking, and the guard followed, pushing her along in her wheelchair. "This is what a second chance looks like, Tiffany," said the doctor, "I hope you will cooperate with us so we won't have to take it from you."

She nodded, nervous. Maybe this time she really should be on her best behavior. Even if she did deserve to be locked up forever, who was she to turn down a chance at something better?

There were other prisoners of varying ages in the doctor's retinue. Tiffany studied them, but of course, she didn't know anyone else here. Only the guards who were responsible for her.

Once he had gathered enough people. the doctor led them into an elevator, which sprung to life as the doctor pushed the button to send them to the surface. How long had she been buried for, anyway? She'd stopped keeping track of the time ages ago. Had it been years?

The elevator doors opened, and suddenly, blinding light washed over them. With effort, Tiffany positioned a heavy hand between her eyes and the sun. It was so warm up here! But what were they doing?

Once her eyes had adjusted and she allowed her hand to fall into her lap, she started laughing. There was a huge, futuristic-looking jet parked in front of them. Were they going for a ride already?

"I think the doc has read a few too many comic books," she said to no one in particular.

Day by day go by, experiment after invasive experiment with what felt like brief respites in between. Light was a Gifted, someone who basically had superpowers. Hers was extreme levels of regeneration, which made her a great test subject for various dangerous experiments. Either that or the scientists just enjoyed a surgical playground, it was difficult to tell.

One day a new face came to Light. Looking at the newcomer with a bit of boredom, being chained to the wall by thick manacles so she couldn't escape, having escaped her cell before. "So, whats it this time? Acid bath? Poison? Some experimental new drug?" Light said, a bit bored. Light was known for having a cheery aura about her, if a bit unpredictable. But the routine of experiments had come to bore her.

But this doctor, doctor David, offered her something else entirely. Offering her the chance to be a hero, alongside a few of the other Gifted that also had a track record of being fairly cooperative or nice like herself. While she figured it was still an experiment, at least she would be out and about. "Yeah sure, I'll join you and your team thing. Better then getting poked by needles for hours at a time." Light said, giving a toothy smile.

After a few guards came to get her out of her cell, they escorted Light as she followed David to the central lift, and waited with her until David came back with the rest of the group. Light wasn't that sure of many of the other Gifted, their powers, or their names, having most of her contact being with guards or scientists. It was nice seeing new faces, and Light wondered exactly what was supposed to happen.

She answered herself almost immediately though as the group was lead to a tacky looking jet. Giving a small giggle, Light looked forward to new adventures. No more needles was a good thing at least.

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Vivian awoke in her cell, strumming her hands gently on the floor. She liked to imagine that if she concentrated enough, she would create a small earthquake. The resulting chaos would allow her to escape, and just as the chimichanga obsessed vigilante of comics hunted down those who had wronged him, so would she spear and tear everyone who had wronged her.

"Oh, you're coming in to feed me today?" Vivian laughed, watching as the door began to open. "Someone grew a pair of balls since yesterday! Is that your gift, then?"

Cackling, Vivian grinned, her black eyes almost looking demonic. Had her arms been free, she would have given herself a high five. Instead, her dirty white hair fell into her mouth, and she spat, attempting in vain to get it free. Damn. There goes the intimidation factor.

"I'm not here to intimidate you, Ms. Adler," a man chuckled, entering the cell.

Vivian cursed under her breath. This was it, then. One of her enemies had finally convinced the government it was time for her to be executed. She never had killed anyone... not intentionally, at least. All she had done was steal high priced items. She was good at it--perhaps the only thing she ever was good at.

"You can be great at something else," the man went on. He looked like every stereotypical agent to her, with his hair ridiculously combed back, and the same suit that every FBI poser wore to speak with clients. She avoided his gaze, aware already of his hidden power.

"Am I getting a cell mate?" Vivian taunted. "Do you want the bottom bunk? Or would you prefer to share?"

The doctor paid no attention to her biting remarks. Instead, he went on to explain the initiative, that in exchange for being freed from prison, she would become part of an elite task force. It sounded a bit like the Suicide Squad to her--she'd stolen her fair share of comic books from nerds in high school--and she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"You're letting us out?" Vivian laughed. "You've got to be joking! It's guilty until proven innocent around here, and I'm sorry, but I don't see anyone actually standing up for us."

"I'm offering you a second chance, Ms. Adler," the doctor continued. "I'm very aware of what you've done, Ms. Adler but... Look at this as a way to clean the slate."

Vivian paused. She didn't care for humans. There was no reason for her to want to die for anyone else. They had locked her up.... Regardless of the fact that she had indeed committed a grand total of crimes, she hated them for it.

"I get out of here, yeah?" Vivian asked, though it was more of a statement. "I'm game, Mr. Smith... Or whatever your name is... Is your first name Agent?"

The doctor gave her the briefest of smiles, and with a motion, the guard released her. Cracking her knuckles and rolling her neck, Vivian smirked, enjoying the feeling of being able to move again. Had it not been for the fact that the guards could easily eliminate her, she might have considered escaping, using the cover of a prison riot.

But no matter. She'd have her chance. Pushing aside her thoughts of future mutiny, Vivian fell into the crowd of other Gifted individuals. She saw a rad looking girl with tentacle arms, a man with far too much armor on for one individual, and a smaller girl who appeared to be purely white. All of them compiled their way into the elevator, and in a moment, it shot up, revealing something that appeared to be more alien technology than human technology. Had it been human, Vivian was certain it would have been a giant iPod.

"This is such an Avengers rip-off!" Vivian cackled, enjoying the feel of the breeze on her face.

This was going to be fun.

Dempsey's hands twitched within the large 'handcuffs' keeping him from using his powers. They were more like giant metal sleeping bags for his arms, strapped to his chest and ankles so that if he even tried to break the handcuffs, which he could with enough effort, he'd end up tumbling down to the floor, leaving enough time for whichever guard was stationed outside of his door to theoretically fire a tranquilizer into his legs. Dempsey remembered how he had gotten into this mess, one slip up and he had landed himself in some comic book prison for 'superheroes'.

A few months prior

Dempsey skidded back, forming an X with his hyper enforced forearms as his ears were filled with the shrill screams of a banshee. During his relatively short time with his powers, he hadn't encountered a single other 'gifted' person. He'd heard about them on the news and whatnot, and he definitely suspected his last car dealer to have some sort of mind controlling power, Dempsey would never have paid the price he had for the hunk of junk he got with a clear mind.

He raised and widened his arms, this was no close range battle, at least not yet. He felt the blood coursing through his veins quicken as it carried radiation to his arms, a grimace grew on his face as he swept his arms down and sent a shockwave of radiation coursing out towards his opponent. Just then, a hook emerged from the mist and dug itself into Dempsey's shoulder. He felt himself being pulled towards the thrower. Bad move. He cocked his fist back as he flew towards the behemoth of a man pulling him, and in one fell swoop plunged him into the ground.

He turned quickly, his shockwave had only subdued the banshee and he was quickly getting to his feet. Dempsey acted quickly, he could see the banshee's mouth open. No one ever said Dempsey Robinson was a clean fighter. He almost felt pain himself as he dropped to his knees and sent an earth shattering punch to the sensitive parts of the screaming man. The scream was quickly quelled with painful gasps and whines.

The fog cleared, and the perimeter of police officers pointing their rifles at Dempsey soon became apparent. They cared not that Dempsey had just saved a few people from being killed. To them he was just another freak. He went along with co-operation, no point in giving the gifted any worse a name than they already had.

Present day
Dempsey's eyes shifted upwards as the door to his cell opened. It was far too early for lunch, and visitations were few and far between in this place. Surprisingly enough, it looked to be some government agent, freshly pressed suit and all. A smirk grew on, Dempsey's face as he spoke.
"So I see the 'Free Nelson Man-Dempsey movement has finally gotten through to the government then. I'll make my speech in a few hours, for now I must rest in the no doubt 5 star hotel you'll be putting me up in" He grinned, obviously happy at his own, admittedly dated joke.
"Not quite" Replied the other voice before going on to explain about the super group the doctor was attempting to form. Suffice to say, things were beginning to follow a pattern of outlandishness. Of course Dempsey accepted the deal, on the condition that he was allowed to shave before leaving his cell. The beard he had been unable to shave got rather itchy and smacking himself in the face with his metal restraints wasn't the best solution.

The freshly shaven Dempsey followed the doctor to the elevator with the other Gifted. They were a motley crew to say the least. From tentacles to children, the team had it all. He stretched his fingers out, his hands didn't get much exercise in that hell hole. As the sunlight poured into the elevator, Dempsey shielded his eyes with his forearm before he could see the insanely futuristic jet in front of him.

When he did though, he exploded.

Figuratively, not literally of course. He practically jumped with glee as he shouted
"Fucking hell" And began walking briskly towards the jet, turning to the stationary group with a smirk as he spoke. "So are you lot going to take the bus then? Or are you boarding this spaceship with us?" He began edging ever closer to the jet, hoping for a minibar onboard.

Archer looked among the other Gifted people around him. "Sheesh, talk about a bunch of losers.." Including himself. He found himself walking in the jet, and sitting down. The jet was really comfy, and he heard some girl talking about the Avengers. Funny, this looked nothing like the Avenger's jet. David sat in the front seat with the pilot. The pilot seemed to have a look in his eyes, was he-?

"Yes, he's also one of us. Call him Stone." David replied. It was starting to get very annoying that this man could read minds. Archer wondered, if he has the ability to read minds, can he destroy minds? Freeze minds, and more? Archer sniffed and leaned his head back on the jet seat. As it soon took off, he was sitting next to a blonde. She was the same one talking about the Avengers (@Morose). He hated silence, he looked at her and asked her a question.

"What's your power?" He asked casually. Everybody in this jet had some sort of unique ability. Without the warning, the jet blasted off into the air. Archer held on to his seat, and gulped. Jesus, he thought. He smirked, how was he going to explain this to his parents. Well, if he ever saw them again.

Four Hours and Fifty Minutes Later

The jet soon landed to an very fancy mansion. Archer looked out the window. "Is this the Wayne Manor?" Archer joked, chuckling. He walked out of the jet towards the mansion door. Archer sniffed. "Welcome to your new base until further notice." David said. The rest of the Gifted got out as well, Stone stepped out too. Archer ran in and soon got to looking for new clothes and a hot shower.

After the best shower he's had in months, Archer looked for some clothes that fit his size in the wardrobe in the room Stone showed him too. He found a leather jacket that was his size, a kind of small T-shirt, and of course, some jeans and sneakers. Archer turned on the TV in his new room.

"You know, no one said you could have those clothes." David said, his hands behind his back. Archer jumped back, startled. "H-How long have you been there!?" David chuckled, his British accent made him seen even more of a douche.

"You think I want to stare at your ass?" He replied. "I'm gathering everyone, come to the main room in a few minutes." Peterson then walked off. Archer sighed, what was it now? Archer headed down the stairs of the second floor in the mansion. For some reason, this mansion had three stories. Not your usual house, Archer thought.

Aiden:

It was unknown how Aiden specifically used his powers so when it came to his cell they could only cover all areas, his cell was mad of thick plastic and ceramic with metal forbidden to enter the room, Aiden was forced to wear a straitjacket and a helmet covering his face, so for most of his time in the prison all he saw was darkness, Aiden was completely isolated except from lunch time where a guard would come in and feed him something unrecognisable to Aiden but apparently it was "food". For quite a while Aiden was scared and would panic not knowing where he was but he eventually calmed down, he started to practice meditating which was something his father liked to do, Aiden didn't actually know how to do it but he just followed his gut based on what he had heard from his father.

It was during one of many of Aidens attempted "meditation" sessions that the door to his cell opened, Aiden was not very good at telling the time in his current state but he this definitely felt strange, it only got stranger when the man that entered the room was starting to walk towards Aiden which made him increasingly nervous. "W-what is happening?" Aiden inquired apprehensively.
"Apologies Mr MacCullagh, my name is Dr Peterson and I am here to let you know that you have a second chance." the man told Aiden.
As he finished his sentence he lifted the helmet off of Aidens head, his hair had grown quite long so it obscured some of his vision and his eyes painfully adjusted to the light so that he could see Dr Peterson who was wearing a formal suit. "Thank you..." Aiden said with a weak smile as he struggled to find words to speak "What do you mean second chance?"

"If you come with me I can help you train your powers and use them for good, the world need heroes and the gifted can be exactly that... so what do you say will you join us?" It all felt sort of dreamy to Aiden, he couldn't really believe what was happening from a young age Aiden wanted to be a hero and now the opportunity was right in front of him, his weak smile turned into a wide one showing that he is visibly happy "I would be happy to join you doctor!" Aiden said with enthusiasm. Doctor Peterson nodded his head and took the straitjacket off of Aiden who then stood up, he then began to follow the Doctor out of his cell and it seemed that when the doctor said "us" he mean't other gifted as he seemed to be gathering them, they went to pick up some more gifted before they made their way towards an elevator.

It had been a while since Aiden last saw sunlight and it was quite jarring, he was forced to cover his eyes briefly but when he looked out again he saw a jet, there was a mix of emotions from the group of gifted that the doctor had gathered but Aiden simply smiled, he thought he would spend the rest of his life alone and in darkness but in such a short amount of time he was filled with so much hope.

Light boarded the jet with the rest of the Gifted being taken from the prison and into this 'Hero' squad thing, one of the other gifted making an Avengers joke about the whole ordeal and everything. Light laughed a little at that too, it was a weird predicament. After a four and a half hour jet ride, most of which seemed to be fairly non eventful, they arrived at a mansion.

Light was the second one off the jet, one of the other gifted running far ahead of her as David mentioned this was their base. "Anyone else hungry? I'm going to see what they have for food. Eating only rice gets old real fast." Light said to the group that hadn't ran into the mansion, entering it herself and making her way to the kitchen.

She wasn't halfway into eating a bag of apples she had found when David gave a call out to everyone to meet in the main foyer. A bit disappointed in not being able to finish her food, Light grabbed an apple and headed back to the foyer, eating it core and all when she got there.

"Sir, I would suggest that you would accept the plea deal as the evidence standing against you is only getting higher and higher... They've from what I've heard collected heavy traces of chemicals in your classrooms that are incriminating against you. Please consider the idea, it is perhaps the best offer you have." His lawyer said to him before she left the room as they discussed their options right now. Releasing a sigh to himself, so far it wasn't looking good for him as the case on him was building bigger and bigger on top of him. With his common sense telling him that he would eventually be prosecuted as guilty, but his conscious stubbornly told him that he wasn't a terrorist. However, the evidence that was piling on him was only rolling down faster and bigger. It would only be a matter of time before things would be finally settled...

One Week Later... The situation only has gotten worse as his lawyer resigned themselves from the position of being his lawyer as the accusation of being a Gifted was placed on top of the case. But perhaps that was only an excuse for them to jump out of a sinking ship before they sank along with it. Either way, he knew that he was royally screwed even before the officer came into the room to talk things over. "You do know that it will now that it isn't going to take much longer to expose you and your nasty tests right? So you should just admit -" The officer said sternly with a stoic expression but intense on his face as he told Shawn this before he was interrupted on the walkie-talkie. "Mhm... Okay... Yes sir..." Was the responses that the officer gave through the walkie-talkie before he stared back at Shawn. "You're lucky, you bastard. If we had only been quicker you would've been prosecuted for your crimes" They said bluntly, spitting into the trashcan and gave him a death glare as they opened the door for the guest.

His savior came in the unexpected form, a doctor who went by the name of David it seemed who had gotten him out of his predicament using whatever means of allowing the Shawn to basically remove any accusation or prosecution against them. Looing at the doctor for a moment, this was the best way to escape out of this situation before they were finalized to bring Shawn into court "Fine, I'll join your team but promise me that those charges are gone" He said before the man got up, with two other soldiers outside the door began to follow the two once they left the cell.

Looking behind himself immediately once they got outside, it was a close bullet that he dodged with the appearance of this mysterious doctor. Wondering if there were anyone else recruited that the man knew of. Wondering in the back of his head where the hell that he was going...

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Fiona Ashley Barrett.

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From the inside of her cell, there was a faint flute playing.

It was beautiful, as it was the only thing that young Fiona could sneak into the prison (Painful, too. She had to transform and hide it in her shell). And it was the only thing preserving her sanity in this hell prison. Ah. Well, other things were helping her, too. Fiona longed to see the starlight again... and some day, transform back into her human form. It's been a few months since she manifested her superpowers, and turned into... this. Fiona looked down at her exoskeleton form, and shuddered a bit as she had to some day come to terms with her form. Or hope to someday turn back.

The girl peacefully sat on her bed with her legs crossed, playing the flute. Fiona started out as a Irish girl who was going to America to visit some family, then the wave hit, and she transformed into a bug. Since then, she ran away from her family, and lived on the streets until the Government picked her up, and threw her in here. With the only thing happening to her was getting prodded by scientists. It was irritating, but Fiona kept hope that she would some day return to her previous life.

Footsteps traveled through the hall, which Fiona's hearing allowed her to easily picked up, and quickly tuck her flute away in her pants. The door opened, and two guards entered, holding assault rifles in each hand as they took position on each side of the door.

Usually, this was the part where she was given food, or experimented on. Fiona merely sighed, as she patiently waited for the guards to haul her away.

"Hello, Ms. Barrett," A doctor said as he walked into the room. "I am not here to run tests on you... so, you may ease up. I have good news, in fact."

That didn't help, Fiona merely kept her mouth (and mandibles) firmly shut.

"I wish to help people like you understand their powers... instead of keeping them locked away in here. Form a team that can potentially help the world, and change the way the Gifted are viewed."

Isn't that funny? He's forming a team now. Fiona thought to herself.

"So, I'm offering to help you... if you come with me, you can live a better life."

That interested Fiona a bit. "... Do I... do I get to live outside?" Fiona asked.

"Yes, Fiona, you'll get to leave," The Doctor said. "Only if you agree."

Even if it was a lie, Fiona wasn't going to pass up the chance to leave here.

"... Yes." Fiona said.

"Good, guards, escort her topside." The Doctor nodded at the guards.

They were about to walk her out, when Fiona put out both hands. "Wait, wait, wait..." Fiona said. This was embarrassing... but, she reached underneath her bed and pulled out a grey cloak that she had in safekeeping. This was the thing that she always had the guards cart her around in. Just so nobody can see who she is. Fiona quickly put the cloak on. The cloak concealed her from head to toe, but someone could see her face if they looked hard enough. It also gave Fiona enough field of vision to at least look around.

After she put on her cloak, she was ready to go. With the guards by her sides, Fiona walked through the prison.... she couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for the people who were left behind. But, why, out of everyone here, was she chosen? There were so many questions, but she had to save them for later. They had been redirected to the elevator, in which she stood upon, nervously. She stared at the counter going up, and up. Every ting was the signal that she was getting even higher.... Just how big is this place?

... Once the doors opened, Fiona was filled with an unfamiliar joy as the sunlight hit it.

A giggle left her lips as she realized that it was soooooo long since the sunlight had touched her. She undid her hood, and smiled as she stepped into the sunlight. She was pretty much on the verge of dropping her cloak, and dancing in joy - but, the guard bumped her on the shoulder, and pointed at the jet.

Oh. She has to get on that? Fiona was a bit more skeptical about what the doctor said. However, she merely sighed, and got aboard. Thank God she was wearing the cloak, she couldn't bare anyone seeing her like this. She hid herself in the most secluded area of the plane, but she quickly whipped out her flute, and began playing it. Quietly, however. She didn't want to attract too much attention.

Though, that would be hard with the grey cloak she's wearing.

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A very long time later, and Fiona watched as the plane landed outside of a mansion. She reconsidered her stance on the good doctor when she saw the place. Maybe he's been reading too many comics, but she was willing to give the place a chance. When the doors to the plane opened, Fiona made sure to be the last one off.... and considered whether or not she was trying too hard. Right when they approached the mansion, some odd looking girl said something about getting something to eat.

That was the thing about Fiona's power. She could hear everything that was going on out here. All the chattering, and everything.

There was so much Fiona could do. From exploring the mansion... to getting something to eat as that odd girl suggested. Fiona decided to hold off on wandering the mansion, and heard that everyone was gathering in the main room. Good enough for her.

Fiona wandered towards the foyer.

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Vivian shifted slightly on her feet, wishing that she had a piece of gum to smack. Glancing around the prison yard, she couldn’t help but try to see someone who had some — it wouldn’t be too hard to steal. Somehow, she felt the doctor’s eyes fall on her, and she rolled her own in response. This entire mission was a joke, anyways.

”Maybe they’ll put bombs in our necks,” Vivian muttered, kicking at the ground slightly.

“So are you lot going to take the bus then? Or are you boarding this spaceship with us?” A truly buff guy with gorgeous hair smirked, before taking off towards the spaceship.

Vivian smirked, glancing down at her nails before looking back up at the punk. Now here were her kind of people! Not to seem like a child, she coolly walked out towards the ship, watching the stunned reactions of everyone else around her. A bit disappointed, Vivian came to the realization that she may have been the only one actually guilty of a crime.

And she didn’t have any prison tattoos or stories to show for it! Typical. She spat on the ground before boarding the ship, flopping down into a seat towards the front. Some boy mumbled something about losers, and Vivian raised an eyebrow, just as he sat down next to her.

“What’s your power?” the boy asked. Vivian snorted.

”Is that how it’s going to be? No, We’ve been in prison for years! Hooray! or I dunno, how about some manners, asshole? You don’t even know my name.” Vivian sniffed, before something mischievous twinkled in her eyes. ”Unless you followed my work, perhaps? I was a jewel thief before I became this governmental puppet…”

She glared at the head of the seat in front of her, as if somehow, it would do anything. Groaning in frustration, Vivian folded her arms, tapping her foot as she waited for the rest of the gifted to get on board the plane.

”I move things with my mind.” she answered simply, turning her attention away from the boy. Closing her eyes, she resolved herself to get a nice bit of shut eye. After all, this excursion had interrupted her third nap of the day—and God forbid Vivian Adler was sleep deprived. There would be hell to pay.

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After the plane ride was over, Vivian practically stomped her way off of the plane. Cracking her knuckles and wrists once more, she pushed on her neck with her right hand, waiting until she heard a pop.

”Who’d you have to kill to get this place?” Vivian blurted, raising an eyebrow. Everything about this felt slightly off… There was no way they’d have a mansion for a bunch of criminals! She scoffed at the very idea, but headed inside, determined to find something to do that didn’t involve anymore goody-two-shoes.

Eventually, she found a secluded room in the mansion, and letting herself relax, she suspended a pillow in air. It had been ages since she’d been able to use her power freely, and an honest laugh fell from her lips as she caused it to float around, gently crashing into the walls.

Her mood turned dark when she heard footsteps approaching, and letting the pillow crash to the floor, she saw one of the Men in Black ripoffs approach.

”Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll be there for His Highness,” Vivian grumbled, slamming the door behind her.

Whatever the doctor wanted from them, it had better be good. Making her way back to the center of the mansion, it wasn’t long before she found the foyer. Everyone had crammed inside, and Vivian, always her contrary self, leaned against the wall in the back, emanating her sour mood.

Hopefully, all of the other criminals would drift back towards her. It was like in school, how all of the “bad” children would gravitate towards the back. She couldn’t stand the idea of being next to some rose-eyed kid who thought that superheroes existed.

”Abandon all hope ye who enter here…” Vivian muttered bitterly.

Despite all the commotion surrounding him, Soldier X simply stayed quiet for the most part. He wasn't all that much into conversations, though despite this he wouldn't mind if one was directed to him. But none happened to pass by the opportunity. Regardless, he and the others soon found themselves at a mansion. As they all came out, he can hear the sly remark coming from Archer about it being "Wayne Manor".

"Welcome to your new base until further notice." the Doctor then said to everyone.

A new base huh? Looks more like just a regular ole' mansion. Then again, from what Soldier X knows, never judge the house by its cover. If these was to be a real base, it ought to have plenty of supplies, weapons, and other requirements. He then walks in and also takes a quick navy shower, where he cleans himself and his armor pieces, until getting out and putting on his pants and a simple white t-shirt. He also decided to take off his visor, the first time he actually done so in a public area for long while, revealing brown eyes and a tough and battered face, along with a scar running down from his forehead to around his right eye. One can tell that this man, Alfred Reginald, had seen and been through some shit.

He then overhears that everyone needs to be in the main room in a few minutes. Putting on his mask and visor, Alfred walks over to the center living room and leans against a wall, crossing his arms. He mood was rather neutral, battered, but friendly enough for one to talk to. The person who just plotted next to him, the sourpuss being Vivian, and she wasn't really in the best of moods. While many would back away from her, Soldier X would simply stay put. She didn't intimidate him, and after all, he'd seen worse moods than this.

”Abandon all hope ye who enter here…” Vivian muttered bitterly.

The soldier's head would slowly turn to his right to look at her.

"Is there a problem mam'?" he asks back as he turns his head back to the front.

OOC: Still shit writting, but i fixed some of the errors.


@morose @lmpkio
As he followed the doctor, making almost no trace of sound, he played with his Gift. It had been quite a while since he felt it, the bliss it brought him was worthy of Class A regulation. His bare feet never hit the floor as he walked, with every step he took he felt his power coming back to him, slowly. When they got to the jet Atlas wasn’t that surprised. What did surprise him were some of the inmates, he wondered who had chosen this lot.

Looking them all over there were a few he recognized and knew by name, others he didn’t know anything at all about. Vivian walked after Dempsey and Atlas followed hands in his pocket. He would have killed someone for a smoke right about now. Its funny, despite having the ability to fly at a phenomenal rate, Atlas hated airplanes. Maybe it was because he wasn’t the one in control, or maybe it was the claustrophobic factor.

Either way he took his seat as a boy he hadn’t met asked Vivian what her power was. Atlas smirked at that, because according to her response the boy should have know already. He glanced around. Some of the people here were young. Much too young to be thrown into a war like this, too young to even know what they were fighting for. Atlas made a note to look out for them when he could.

“ Aye, Doc.” He said levitating in his seat to have some clearance, but his voice came out a bit rough. “I know this tin can has some rum in it.” He got no response. Not even a shot? Bastards. He thought to himself falling back in the seat for the rest of the ride.

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Atlas had never seen a mansion like this up close and when they all loaded off he didn’t even bother to follow anyones lead he took to the sky around the place. It was huge, and he spent a good amount of time exploring it, making sure he knew where most things were. From above he saw some people meeting up in the main room and found an open window a few stories up, a servant or someone must have a hard time getting it open so high up. Then again, he thought, this was a mansion, maybe the guy just pressed a button.

He sat there for a moment as people strolled in, just below him he saw Vivian glancing around looking like she hated being there. At least he wasn’t the only one not embracing this whole heartedly, everyone else didn’t seem to look into it too much. ”Abandon all hope ye who enter here…” he heard Vivian mutter below him and dropped next to her without a sound. He stood there for a moment not knowing how to approach the situation. He’d seen Viv around the prison, but he’d never struck up many conversations with any of the other inmates, all Atlas knew was, she wasn’t like the others.

Some of these people hadn’t hurt a fly in there life. Atlas could see it in their eyes, that gleam of innocence. Others had done things to get them where they were today. Fate didn’t step in and ruin their trip, the trip was already shitty when we packed for it. He glanced at her with a smile, trying not to look intimidating. Trying.

”I believe its a quote. When one is to enter hell, that is inscribed over the entry way.” He said to the soldier sitting on the other side of Vivian.

"I didn't know you were a fan of Dante" He said, half thinking that probably wasn’t the case, the phrase was rather popular. Atlas didn’t care though, he was just making conversation and in order to do that he had to rely on his intellect. If he didn’t he was likely to creep everyone out, and his other side was rather… beastly to be mild.

He looked around again, what was he doing with all these people? He wasn’t a hero, if anything a year ago he was a villain. He’d killed so many he couldn’t even count, most in random combat zone, he’d had a lot of fun with the military until they had caught on. He glanced at Soldier X on the other side of Viv. I wonder if I would have killed you?

"We're here," said the guard pushing Tiffany's wheelchair, prodding her shoulder.

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked around. An enormous mansion stood before her, and as she watched, the other prisoners strode in. Frowning, she strained her memory. Before she'd fallen asleep, she'd been taken on the jet. The damn fluid in her blood must have gotten the better of her during the trip.

"The worst of your shot should be wearing off by now," said the guard. "The doc told me not to stick you again. But before you get any ideas, remember that the ones in charge here are Gifted, and a hell of a lot more experienced than you are. You'd do well not to betray their trust."

"I'll keep that in mind," said Tiffany, rubbing her eyes. Her escort pushed her down a long hallway lined with paintings. Doors branched off on either side. Eventually, they stopped in front of them.

"This will be your room. Feel free to change your clothing, then meet up with the others in the foyer." He shut the door behind her, and suddenly, she was alone. And she could finally be rid of her icky prison uniform!

She slowly pushed herself onto her feet, holding on to the wheelchair for support. Once she was sure she wouldn't fall over, she shambled to her drawers and dug through the clothing within. Thankfully, the selection was diverse.

With some difficulty, she changed into a tanktop, short skirt, and a pair of flip flops. Before being captured, she had been teaching herself how to fly, and the lighter she was, the easier than would be. In a way, it was lucky that the crappy prison food had kept her from ruining her slim figure despite lying around all the time. She would be ready to soar at a moment's notice, as soon as she saw the opportunity to escape.

She sighed, forcing herself to her feet. The effect of her shot was all but entirely gone by now; the weakness left to her was the result of long disuse. Best not to risk being locked away again just to avoid a little strain.

She retraced her steps and, thankfully, quickly found her way to the foyer. She chose the seat farthest from any of the others, which put her near the front. Nonetheless, she could hear the lot of them comparing the mansion to hell. Whatever. Let them get all chummy. She wouldn't be misled by friendship again. When the time for her to leave arrived, there would be no one around to rat her out.

"Mr. Barnes...", spoke the man, his skin clean, his suit maintained, his hair perfectly combed like he just came out of a swimsuit ad. Didn't help that he was conventionally handsome, even though his face had a smug, know-it-all grin that was flustering the young super.

"Oh, please. Call me..", Ajax paused for a second, grabbing the part of his prison attire where there were numbers inscribed "...Inmate 3-5-2-8", he then quipped, shifting his sight back at the good doctor. The Doc also seemed to find it amusing, as he let out a heartily chuckle soon after. Why wouldn't he laugh? He was the one on the other side of the glass. He didn't have to eat horrible food, he didn't have to live with a suppressor, no human interaction and a constant bubble of concern over his only family, his sister that was probably worried sick. He was a free man - free of prejudice, free of those shackles. Of course he could laugh.

"Don't worry. You'll get to meet your sister...and we'll remove the safety measures. If you play your cards right, you'll be a free man in no time, 3528.", the doctor spoke telepathically, pointing at the little high-tech crown in the boy's head. Everytime Ajax tried to use his gift, that crown emitted enough volts of electricity to knock him out. He learned that the hard way.

Dumbfounded, Ajax attempted to reply "You sto-"

"Stole the words right out of your mouth? Yes, that's my gift.", the man spoke yet again, his grin getting wider by the second.

"Then why aren't you-"

"Well, that's because I was given a chance, same like you.", he anticipated his question.

"Stop it!", Ajax spoke, a noticeable shift in his tone. "Worst thing you can do to a teenager who's been in lockdown for so long is invade his privacy."

"So long?", the man queried. "You've been here for two weeks!"

"Wait, what?", the boy double-checked the doctor to see if he was messing around. He surely had a penchant for doing that, as far as he could tell.

"Good god! Really? I thought I had just missed a huge chunk of my life.", Ajax spoke, a sense of relief surging through his body. His stay in a darkened cell surely made him lose track of time.

"But anyway, without further ado, I want to lay out a proposal I have for you.", the man declared, clasping his hands behind his back. Ajax could tell from his body language that what he was about to say was serious. His posture changed from that of a know-it-all, to that of a man who's carrying the weight of the entire world in his shoulders.

"The government's assembling a team of gifted who they believe can do good. If you accept my proposal, then you'll be one of them."

His right hand rubbing his hairless chin, Ajax pondered the man's proposal. A team of superpeople? Was the government harvesting their peacekeeping ideas from Stan Lee?

"Even though you probably know it by now, I was running my own hero thing for a while there, Doc. I was doing good, until your lackeys came in and hit me with enough tranquilizer to knock a herd of elephants.", Ajax replied in his sassy manner.

"Commendable, what you did. But we're talking something bigger. Something..global", the Doc replied.

"Global, huh.", Ajax removed his hand from his chin and moved towards the glass which was separating him and the doctor. "Sure. I always wanted to go to Paris.", the boy declared, his innocent remark putting a barely noticeable smirk on the doc's face. All he had to do was twirl his index finger in the air, and the doors opened. Surely, the good doctor was a man of influence. Two guards emerged from further down the hallway, most likely Ajax's escorts. One of them had a small metallic rod of sorts.

"Stand still.", the guard said, grabbing Ajax by his shoulders.

"Okay." Suddenly, he shoved the rod in his crown, effectively disabling it.

"If you try to do anything rash, I'll cause you so much pain you'll wish you were dead.", the doctor probed his mind, prompting Ajax to nod in a faux friendly manner. They would never remove his crown if they didn't have failsafe in place, failsafe in this case being the Professor Xavier look-a-like.

After a short stroll through the narrow hallways, Ajax finally got to meet with the rest of the prisoners. Well, "meet" might not exactly be the best word to describe it. More like "acknowledge" each other. They were all crammed into a huge elevator and then made to wait as it descended on the lower levels. Only from up close did he actually notice how many oddballs that facility was harboring. A cyborg-looking dude, a white..thing, a girl in a wheelchair. Okay, maybe the wheelchair girl wasn't that weird. But he was all the sudden curious to know what her ability was. Definitely not super-speed.

As more and more of the scenery began to unravel, Ajax was greeted by a sight he only saw once before in one of those Marvel comic issues. A sci-fi jet in an enormous hangar illuminated only by the light of the almighty Sun above. It was single handedly the most beautiful thing Ajax had seen during his stay in the facility, so beautiful he involuntarily let his guard down as a smile covered most of his pale face. He clearly wasn't the only one. The other inmates were just as equally amazed, save for a couple of cold hearted elitists.

"I think the Doc has read a few too many comic books..", a female voice was heard behind, interrupting the boy's magical freedom moment.

"Heh. You can say THAT again!", Ajax pronounced, letting out a mild chuckle in the process. He turned his head around to see that the remark came from the girl in the wheelchair. A close inspection revealed she was actually a teenager, no older than 18, but her mannerisms resembled that of a fully fledged, brooding adult.

The misfits were all directed towards the aircraft. Some of them were already forming some pretty uneasy friendships while Ajax, in a move that was very uncharacteristic of him, decided to sit somewhere in the back where it was secluded. He wasn't ready to mingle with the rest of the group, yet.

A short while later, and the aircraft had landed in a private airstrip. The doors opened to reveal a huge mansion. Normally, Ajax's jaw would have dropped, but they already made their point with the whole dramatic aircraft reveal. This one was just redundant. Still, the thought that they were gonna live inside such an amazing piece of architecture for an undisclosed time did put a half-assed smile on his face.

Leaning against a support column in the foyer, Light waited for the other gifted to make their way to the foyer, the doctor running around the house to pick up the stragglers. The first few to enter, a lady and a cyborg, seemed to sit in the back of the room. Curious, Light made her way over to say hi, vaguely catching the two talking about hell or something. But before she could reply, another of the gifted came over and made a similar comment, but referring to Dante instead.

"Looks like I'm going to have to be faster if I wanna make the jokes." Light said, waving hello to the trio with a slight laugh. "So what are the three of you doing back here? Don't wanna socialize with the rest of the group?" Light said, noticing the rest of the gifted making their way into the room. She did notice that they all seemed to go their separate ways though instead of get together and chat, much to her disappointment.

"You all should come with me to say hello to everyone. If we're going to be a team, we might as well learn about each other. My name is Light by the way, whats yours?" Light said to the trio, looking them over. While the cyborg guy looked pretty cool (although she figured he should have more of a metal look or black look instead of blue) the other two weren't as interesting, but the punk looking guy with the scars and hoodie looked more interesting than the blond woman. Plus from what she could tell, the latter was a lot less nice than the two guys.

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"I'm going to train every last single one of you. You all have been in prison for weeks, and can be a little bit rusty. Mr. Kent, follow me." The doctor had said. Archer sniffed, and followed with his arms crossed. "What?" Archer had asked, while following him to a door. The door scanned the doctor's face and had the robotic cliche voice say Good Day, Doctor. The doctor motioned for the rest of the people to follow in. The room was practically glowing white. They all walked in, but Stone escorted the rest of the team into the spectating room.

"Show me what you can do." The doctor said. The doctor knew his power, so he possibly just wanted to see how he used it. Archer motioned for the doctor to back off, and the doctor did so. "...Are you serious...? I'll kill everybody in this room-" Archer said, but the doctor gave him a very stern look. Archer sighed, then a shooting target appeared, and a holographic body appeared around it.

"Everyone will get their chance. I want to see what you already know how to do." The doctor said, standing in his usual hands-behind-back pose. He then waited for Archer to fire off. He stepped a little back, and closer to the window at the spectating the room. Archer raised his eyebrow to the doc, and the doctor briefly smiled. "..Here...here I go.." Archer said, aiming his hand at the target.



Archer fired a red beam of energy right at the target, and a giant explosion went off. The red energy pulsed through Archer and the whole room, throwing David into the window! Archer was blown back even harder than the Doc was! He was thrown into the door, and coughed. Archer held his hand, and clenched his teeth. Stone walked in and helped Archer up. "Jesus, kid!" He said, then helped Doc up, the Doc cleared his throat.

"That's enough for today, Archer. Hey you (@oKageo, up next." He then coughed as smoke sort of filled the room. Archer made an 'sorry' face, but sat down in the spectating room.