Flint was just entering the club when Maria called from the door. He turned and had a woman dropped onto his shoulder
"Ugh....take care of this and for God and Satan's sake....don't cough on her... I gotta grab something before we get back to Marky." Maria said as she left
"Id like to see how well she could bitch when she's throwing up blood" Flint grumbled to himself.
Despite Flints relatively small frame he had a decent amount of muscle and so has no qualms with carrying the woman, what he did mind was how utterly fine she seemed. Flint got jealous quite a lot of none ill people. People he couldn't sympathise with, he hoped one day he would be able to make everyone ill. Everyone just like him, everyone treats people a lot better when they don't have the energy to do much.
Soon perfect little Maria with her healthy looking body returned.
"You think someone would sell me a car" Flint remarked replying to her car question as they left the club. "We could always just take one" He said as his insects began to hover back towards him.

Maria just glowered deeply at Flint, giving a rough sigh and throwing her hands upwards with a bitter huff of air from under her mask. "Fine..." She grumbled in dismay at the disease freak, trudging away from the bug-infested corpse while muttering to herself, "Do I have to do every-fucking-thing around here?" Outside the club, she noticed a few cars here and there passing on the road nearby, instant access to a ride just a few steps away. She didn't waste one bit of time either, sauntering out into the middle of the road and halting one of the drivers, some middle aged prick in a sedan. He looked like your typical yuppie douche-cake. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you freak? Get out of the road!" Maria heard the idiot scream at her from behind his steering wheel and the sheer panes of glass that separated him from the psycho in his midst....not for long though. A twisted smile of horror crossing her lips under the respirator, Maria merely stuck her claws to the car and scraped them alongside, leaving harsh streaks into the paint and a squealing, scratching sound of such annoyance. "You fucking weirdo! Cut it out! You're gonna pay for that!" Just as she anticipated, the bastard jumped from his vehicle, thinking he could easily take on a young cyber-goth hoodlum, but....he was in for a rude awakening.

"You little fucking- JESUS!!!" He looked down, his blood, red and viscous, seeping onto the blue metallic claws sticking into his chest...those claws belonging to Maria, cackling ever horribly as suddenly massive volts of electricity struck from her hand and pulsated violently through the man's body, leaving him screaming in absolute, Hellish agony and wrenching chaotically in her grasp. His skin began to blacken, char and rot away as the dreadful lightning consumed him whole, melting his eyes from the sockets of his burning skull, a sickening crack as his bones overheated and suddenly...his entire chest exploded in a gory spray of blood upon Maria, her despicable eyes dazzling at the gruesome display...enraptured by his....fatal demise at her hand. An insolent snicker and she dropped the corpse, only a smoldering mass of burnt flesh, and she turned towards Flint, who may have followed behind her. "Just shove that bitch in the trunk. You're driving by the way."

Flint watched as Maria stopped the car and soon killed the man within. Flint had been watching the whole array with mild amusement "Not bad " he thought to himself as the body soon slumped down, burnt to a crisp. He quickly got to the car and stuffed the girl in the back before getting in the drivers seat. He placed the car in gear and removed the hand break. He soon began to drive away. "So what happens when we get her to Marcus? Does she get locked up or is she brutally murdered.?" Flint asked as he took a sharp turn. A mist seemed to follow behind the car, black flys buzzing around a few feet behind.

Feyd's eyes grew wide as he saw the new man's metal arms rushing towards him, wisps of fire dancing around them. He was just quick enough to draw some fire off the arms and throw it back into the man's face, but not fast enough to dodge them. They both hit him in the chest at the same instant and knocked him back several feet.

As he was fading in and out of consciousness, he could tell by how much it hurt to breathe that at least one of his ribs had been cracked.

'I guess...that's what I get...for being a good Samaritan.'

And he collapsed on the pavement.

"Beats the fuck outta me, Bug-boy." A bloodstained Maria quipped nonchalantly leaning back in the passenger seat next to Flint, a hand meticulously fiddling with the radio until she decided on a song. Just the perfect music for her to relax...well for now. "I don't really get why Marcus wants to wrangle up all these super-losers. I mean...we have powers too, right? How come he ain't gunning for our heads? Either way, I better be getting paid for this shit." Despite holding a bit of disdain for the bitch in the trunk, Maria was....sort of hoping Marcus wasn't going to murder Leela. Who else would she have to play with? Well....there were a few of the guys, but after taking a short glance towards Flint....Yeah I'd have to be either drunk or fucked up on meds to crawl on that slimy bastard. No. Fucking. Way... Glancing at the rearview mirror, she rolled her eyes at the swarm of flies trailing behind the speeding vehicle, some of Flint's...little buddies she assumed. "So....just wondering Flint. How the hell do you sleep with those damn things crawling on you. I mean, I had things crawl on me before while I was asleep, if you catch my drift, but it wasn't no bugs."

Flint glanced over to the punk girl. "Well you get used to the sensation of insects crawling along your skin. But I don't sleep with them " Flint winded down the window and placed his arm outside. The bugs within began to leave his coat and his coat emptied, the coat now looked huge on him. The absence of bugs made the coat flow more, the heavy cloth succumbing to gravity "See I don't need them its just easier to use them when they are close..." Flint looked in his mirror and saw that the bugs that where in his coat joined the mass behind him. The smell was a lot better now within the car but it would still smell like a ill person. "You know I was thinking about that to... your previous point about Marcus having us take them. I think he is going to have them work for him.. he was talking about some team .." Flint muttered

Katherin walked around the town. She was watching for anyone behaving differently. She was surprised to see people flashing abilities. All her life Katherin looked for people like her. People who could do things others could. Not once had she found any hint that there were others. Katherin had known inner hurt there had to be others, but she had never seen anyone like her.

Veyas walked over to the wrecked car, no point in hurrying anyone who was in it is now probably dead. "You who anybody home, I think you can be considered a nice human home run,"

"Hey Marcus would you be pissed if I accidentally killed one of the targets? I think human baseball may have killed him." Veyas pondered waiting for the answer

"You know what fuck if this guys alive, that'd be some pretty damn amazing survival ability."

Eventhough he ditched those smelly ass bugs finally, it didn't do much to improve the air in the car. Luckily Maria was wearing one of her respirators at the time, glowering again at the mass of insects swarming towards the back of the vehicle like some biblical plague. "Team?" She questioned Flint's answer to her previous inquiry. "What the hell would he need such a huge team of supers for? Dude's really starting to bug me...eh no pun intended." Marcus...he was a shady fellow, not a whole lot known about him to Maria, other than the guy's dickish and uber-serious attitude...and the fact he dressed like some rich banker...or like he worked for the government. She had to wonder....what Marcus' interest was with all these weirdos...including her of course. Not long as the vehicle carried down the road, Maria's scanner began to buzz rapidly and flicker a warning light. She pulled it from her pocket, flipping it open to some picture of a redhead.

KATHERIN WINTER

ICE-TYPE

AGE: 17

GENDER: F

"Hey, we got another one nearby. Oooh! She's actually hotter than Leela!"

Katherin walked around the park deep in thought. If their were others like her, their were probably hood ones and bad ones. They hard thing was going to be knowing who was good and who wasn't. Some people would be easy. You could just feel what kind of person they were, but it was hard to tell with most people. She would have to be on her guard until she could determine what side the person so good or bad.

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Feyd's eyes grew wide as he saw the new man's metal arms rushing towards him, wisps of fire dancing around them. He was just quick enough to draw some fire off the arms and throw it back into the man's face, but not fast enough to dodge them. They both hit him in the chest at the same instant and knocked him back several feet.As he was fading in and out of consciousness, he could tell by how much it hurt to breathe that at least one of his ribs had been cracked.'I guess...that's what I get...for being a good Samaritan.'And he collapsed on the pavement.

"Frigging pests" Marcus muttered, "Right, get yours back to the office, I've got mine" He said, picking Feyd up, just as a car came round, seemingly not being driven by anyone. He chucked his subject in the back, and was mildly annoyed when Jamie did the same. He sighed when Jamie got in the car as well, but didn't comment.

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Veyas walked over to the wrecked car, no point in hurrying anyone who was in it is now probably dead. "You who anybody home, I think you can be considered a nice human home run,""Hey Marcus would you be pissed if I accidentally killed one of the targets? I think human baseball may have killed him." Veyas pondered waiting for the answer"You know what fuck if this guys alive, that'd be some pretty damn amazing survival ability."

Marcus sighed once more when his phone rang, and it was veyas, "Can't any of you sort things out for yourselves?" he snapped, then said, "You would be surprised I don't think they are as easy to kill if you think. But you kill one of them, and you forfiet your own life" With that, he hung up and got in the car, starting for his office.

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Leela was pleased at where they put her. She twisted around, blinking a few times, and got use to the darkness of the trunk. Most people didn't know, but cars now-a-days had emergancy trunk releases, probably to stop things like this happening. Leela found it, and pulled on it, the trunk popping open. She gathered what little strength she had, and leaped from the car, landing in a roll and then running as fast as she could, which wasn't very fast at the present time. Still, she had escaped. She looked around wildly, a car coming at her. It swerved, and she was off the road then. She probably looked a right sight-duct taped and handcuffed.

Her eyes were slightly wide, and she was breathing fast, heavily, through her nose. She knew she wouldn't get far, but anything to make those kidnapping her, lives harder.

Flint looked to the device "Yeah she got away from me before... im not exactly built to move fast..." Flint said bitterly as he spotted something fall out the back of the car in his rear view mirror "It seems we have lost our cargo" Flint remarked as he quickly pulled over. His insects had already descended onto Leela as Flint began to move towards her. Running back up the road despite knowing Maria would get there first. Hopefully the bugs would keep the girl in one place.

It was then Leela started to cry. She didn't have the energy, nor the strength to summon water to beat the bugs back. She reached up, and ripped the duct tape off, as sobs rocked her body. She fell to the ground, shaking, and shameless cried.

She wanted home. She wanted her brothers. She wanted this day to be over, and wanted to be as far from these two as she could manage. "get your stupid pests away from me, walking corpse!" She shouted , "Has someone just not told you you are dead yet, freak?"

Her last act of defiance. she buried her face in her handcuffed hands, and fell silent.

"You know if you treat people nice they will treat you nice" Flint replied as the bugs flew upwards circling Flint as he walked over. "And I don't like you insulting me." He said annoyed, stopping a few steps in front of her "You know who most people would call a freak?, someone who carries a dagger around with them, someone who can create water from there palms would be considered not normal. So maybe before you start calling people names you should look to yourself. Im just like you except I at least accept im not normal" Flint paused "Now either get back in the car or I will make you feel a lot worse then you feel now." Flint would rather just force her to get in the car but for some reason he didn't feel like he should. Maybe his jealousy was softened now that Leela was so weak, maybe he felt like they where on the same level ?. Who knows as the angry look on Flints face wouldn't show it.

"At least I don't smell like something that crawled into a dump, and died" Leela hissed out, "Bite me" She stayed where she was, not moving. Why should she make it any easier? "I'll just jump out again if you put me in the trunk" He didn't kknow that she doubted she'd even be able to roll out the car. She looked up and glared at him.

"You can sit in the back if your a good little girl" Flint joked "And do you really want me to fill your mouth, eyes and ears with insects until you are begging to go into the car. If that didn't work I could always make you throw up until you pass out. Or have leprosy... or trench foot" Flint listed the gruesome ways of making her listen to him "Or you could get back in the car, slip on the seatbelt and stay quite until we bring you to the place we need to take you." Flint took a step forward.

Feyd opened his eyes and found himself in a trunk with a deep ache in his chest that stabbed into him every time he took a breath. They had wrapped duct tape around his mouth, but hadn't handcuffed him. They probably anticipated him being knocked out for a lot longer than he was. He pulled at his lighter chain and found they hadn't even taken that from him.

'It's like they've never kidnapped anyone before.'

The redhead was in the trunk with him, but her eyes were still shut. He felt around for an emergency trunk release, but couldn't find one. He took a small part of morbid comfort in the fact that he had been kidnapped by people who had enough foresight to take that out. He ripped the duct tape off and his eyes watered from the pain and the strain of trying to keep his breathing in check. He really wasn't sure what hurt more. He wasn't sure what to do with the redhead. He shook her, but she didn't respond. He thought maybe they drugged her, but that wasn't his problem. He flicked on his lighter and pulled out a tendril of flame and shoved it into the mechanism that kept the trunk closed.

The interior of the trunk let off black, acrid smoke that burnt his eyes and lungs as he forced the flame through it. He felt the redhead shifting beside him, probably woken up by the smoke. He looked over and her eyes were open, wide with fear.

“Tuck and roll,” he told her right before the trunk flew open.

Feyd rolled himself to the lip of the trunk, pulling his legs up, tipping his head into his chest and putting his arms around his head to protect himself from the very, very stupid thing he was about to do. He hopped out of the trunk and slammed the pavement, rolling and bouncing several feet before he came to a stop. His chest had ached before, but now his whole body stung and ached thanks to the fresh road rash he had given himself, and whatever new broken bones were a by product of his escape.

He didn't really care if the redhead had listened to him this time or not and took off, thanking years of abuse for his astronomically high pain threshold. The adrenaline surge which accompanied leaping from the back of a moving car away from kidnappers certainly helped push him on his way. He didn't know where he was running, but that didn't seem like it was too terribly important at the moment.

Leela shook her head, "I can't" She whispered softly, and to prove that she couldn't she tried to stand, and failed. "Looks like you're gonna have to carry me, bug boy" She said, "Or just leave me here" She shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant.

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"Ah, damn it all to hell!" Marcus yelled, and brought the car to a stop, "Mind the girl" Jamie sighed, but got out the car, making sure the girl didn't get away, as Marcus chased after the guy. He seemed pretty ticked off.

Marcus ran fast, weaving thin metal to form a net, and a rope, throwing it towards him, and hoping to catch him, "You get back here you little bugger, do not make this worse for yourself then it already is!"

Flint shrugged and had his bugs come in close, just above his head as Flint walked over and scooped up Leela hauling her over his shoulder. Her head inches from the insects buzzing around overhead. Flint began to walk back to the car and slipped Leela into the back seats locking the doors then getting back into the front seat. The fly's followed behind the car once again as he began to drive.

Noirin moaned as she slid down onto the floor. Her bones began to creak then a sudden snap which brought on a scream followed by more snaps and screams for the next 10 minutes before there was a sudden eerie silence.
Slowly moving figure clawed it's way up onto the seat and shaking it's head as if clearing the cobwebs out of it's head with a low growl......