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Am I allowed to post my sheet here?

@HyperWrites

Yes post it. Dragon physiology is a little out there, exotic but post it
the discord was sent as we plan for the RP there

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FRACTURED REAL WORLD Superhuman Interest Check

If anyone's interestd! We are looking for players, we do so need female characters and the storyline's hardly moved along! Can help recap if anyone is interested!

Very fun storyline & hop in the OOC, and DM me if interested! Have a wonderfuly active Discord thread where lots of planing & plot goes in too if interested! :)

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Accident, FUCK!

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Laura Kohn

Atlanta, Georgia Laura's Apartment to CNN Center

“As I stated before I am Erica, and I am your leader. Together we shall rise and march up to capital hall, tear down Trump’s capital building, and unite as people above the natural realm, those of us who the laws of God no longer apply, for we have grown in power to replace them, even to replace him. Dare I say no longer are we mortals, we have elevated we are gods…gods and monsters…gods in power, monsters to them…enjoy your evening,,..and Atlanta get ready…because I’m here, here to stay and I’m ready to have some fun more fun,.”

The message was replaying in the mind of the APD Officer as she was throwing on her uniform and cracking open a can of red bull. The Alcohol was strong and she knew it wasn’t best to head out to the streets while drinking. But, the situation called for desperate measures. Six reporters had basically exploded from the inside out at the CNN center, and APD was issueing a call for all officers to head towards the CNN center to try to intercept this terroristic Empowered woman who’d called herself Erica.

“Maybe I’ll run into Bruce there.” The officer snorted and shook her head. Lives were at stake, innocents being killed and all that consumed her thoughts was her turbulent relationship with her husband.

“No I’ve got to think about something else.” Checking her gun, making sure it was full of ammuniation as well as locked & loaded. “Fuck it, I see that bitch and I’m shooting” She was irate more so because of one of her own friends Ezekiel was one of the journalists that had been victimized by the brutal display of power.

Although, not close friends she did have a soft-spot for the guy, and through his work he’d helped her implicate some very bad people. After brushing her teeth, gargling some mouthwash, and finishing the rest of her quiznos sandwhich she was outside tispy and in her cruiser,

The irony of being about to operate a vehicle with alcohol flowing through her bloodstream didn’t escape her. After all she’d put several people behind bars for doing the very same thing on late night runs to get fast food or barrling down the streets at high speeds simply because they were too selfish to relinquish their keys while imbing on their drink of choice.

“Fuck it, I push the rules on them, I can break em if I need to.” Getting in the cruiser, she quickly put her keys in revving the engine up. Setting up the siren she was out of there, even though she’d had roughly six shots she was use to this. Not the best habit to pick up, but it was something she’d learned from her dad. Not that he directly taught her the skill himself, but she’d witnessed it enough times growing up as well as trying it herself that she was fine.

Lost her thoughts she almost ran a red light and nearly smashed into a Kia Sohl was actually following the roads. Still the near crash wasn’t without incident and she clipped the mirror off the vehicle. The man in the vehicle was blowing the horn causing Laura to stop out the car gun drawn down on the driver and yelling. “LOWER YOUR WINDOW BITCH”

The man had stopped pressing his horn in agitation lowering his window as the officer marched over to him. “Your pulling a gun on me! Your driving like a maniac, you don’t even have your sirens flashing! It’s bad enough this city’s going to hell cause of these freaks, but the officers too! What’s your badge number.”
“What’s..my what” Laura still had the gun in a firm grasp in her hands towards the irate citizen.
“You heard me ma’am I don’t have all day, and I’ll have you know my dashcam will be picking your plates! Do you know who my father is I’ll”
“No but I know this, step out the car sir.”
“Step out the car!? I will not I-

Laura reached through the open window grabbing the guy and pushing forward slamming his head into the wheel causing the horn to go off. Then pressing the button she unlocked the car and pulled the guy out throwing him to the ground. Some other cars were driving by some stopping as Laura took out her rage on the citizen who was rightfully mad.” This will teach you to shut the fuck up and take your blessings where they come from stupid man UGH YA”

One…two…three…four..five…six….seven..eigt..nine. Nine powerful blows to the man who had tried to raise his hands in defense to block against the brutal pummeling by the inebriated cop. Blood was spewing from his face as well as tears as Laura pulled his hands apart and threw a final blow a kick to his face causing one of his teeth to come out. One woman had paused to record the incident and others were in hysterics shouting at the cop.

Taking her gun she fired it into the air, then fired a second shot with precision knocking the phone out of the recording woman’s hand at the same time drawing blood “AHH!”

“I’m getting tired of you damn people, all you do is complain.” Reaching for her radio she yelled some commands, taking some cuffs out she clipped the man and turned him over so his head was face front on the ground. Scooping him up she marched to her car opened it up and tossed him in the back seat. The woman who’d been accosted by the near miss was going over to her damaged phone in tears, as Laura went to tase her as well.

“Ah you can’t do this! Police brutality police.”

“Do you know when to shut the fuck up! I’m not having it.” Laura lunged forward kicking the woman in the back of the head, causing the latino girl no older then 19 to hit the pavement with a thud. Grabbing the shaking woman she used another pair of cuffs she had to clip her and walked her to the car throwing her in the back seat. Getting back into the car she radio’d for a police tow for the man’s vehicle, and had also taken the women’ phone.

“Both of you better shut the fuck up if you don’t want to end up in worst condition! You’ll learn your damn place as citizens.” Laura barked commands at the two, event though this was a result of her own reckless actions to get behind the wheel after drinking, she was a loose cannon. Unhinged fueled by Vodka, and a desire to make her city a better place from these mutant monsters whom she was 70% sure where responsible for the sex tape sent to her husband featuring her doppleganger.

“Hey Dispatch, I’ve got two people I’m bringing in after I get to the CNN Center. Haven’t had time to ID the subjects, but both of them are getting brought in for misdemenour resisting arrest & Felony assault on an officer.” After putting in the charges on the computer system ignoring the audible gasp from both of the victimized citizens one a younger latino woman, and the driver a black man in his 40’s she tired on her sirens this time which admittedly she forgot to the first time and blasted down the road speeding towards the CNN Center to see if she could catch up with this Erica and give her a piece of her mind with some lead thrown in for good measure.

Fucking super freaks fucking shit up, and of course it’s always some piece of shit minority that’s gotta get in the way too. Don’t even realize me, the rest of us in blue are the ones out here risking our live and your gonna complain about a fucking mirror getting knocked off or try to record me doing my job huh yeah right I’ll ruin your life, good luck with a felony, neither of these two clowns look like they can afford to bond out on a VGSA charge not to mention what I’m bringing im in for Although it wasn’t exactly cleaning up the world, she always felt good when she could take out her anger on some certain undesirables.

Really they hadn’t even done too much, but just by getting in the mix and in the path of the vengeful officer the’d landed themselves in a world of expensive legal trouble, one which could set off a chain reaction to destroy their lives especially if they had tradiational employment. Thoughts of their precarious situation and beating didn’t even phase Laura as she was nearing the entrance of the CNN Center ready to put her hands on more people to drown out her anger and sorrow from Bruce filing divorce papers on her.

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Miami Herald, Three Weeks Ago

“Hmmmm what I do this.” The man picked up a baseball bat laying on the floor and held it in his hand. A brief glow emitted from his hand and images of the bat’s recent history floated through his mind. With his abilty he was able to peek into the glimpses of the objects brief tunure in existence.

“Wow Kevin so you can see where things are going? You realize with this power, we’ll be the next big power couple in journalism!” His fiancée Leslie spoke out excited about the prospect of her future husband Kevin’s powers working. Already they’d gotten some pretty big leads in the city of Miami, and were able to shake stuff up moving up in the world.

“Yeah no forreal, honestly I was thinking we keep going at this pace, keep what I can do on the hush and maybe we can really approach your dad about getting him to buy us our paper, and we actually won’t run it into the ground. “Kevin quipped even more excited at the idea. Although he was a man of theuth, and he was drawn to both Leslie & this career for it’s authenticity having tasted the lavish life he could see why some of the more seedier elements in society underook the actions they did to get a pieceo f it.

They were both at their place of work in Miami, Florida. They’d snatched up cozy and very good jobs at the Miami Herald. “Hey guys! Lori wants to see you in her office in ten!!” A somewhat chubbier man called out as he opened the door briefly to the couple’s shared office instructing them that the boss waned to see them.

“Got it Ronald we’ll be right out.” Leslie answered back making a shoo motion for with her hand for Ronald to close the door.
“Jeez he never learns to mind his own business does he, annoying lad isn’t he.” Kevin went in to lock lips with Leslie, kissing her with passion.
“Any other news besides that babe? ?” His girl asked curiously as she walked over to the desk to organize some paperwork and take a sip of her mocha frappachino she’d picked up from Starbucks earlier.
“No not really, that one guy the agent dude stopped by again offering me a position, but I told him I’m not really trying to get into Government work. I mean sure I had a brief two year tenure as a cop but that was years ago, and honestly I feel like they do more harm then good.” Kevin just shook his head he’d had enough of humanity’s depravity working for the Miami Police Department all that time ago. He’d shut that door on that chapter of his life and he wasn’t planning on revisiting it any time soon. As a journalist sure he wasn’t really able to legally conceal and carry but as long as he stayed out the way he was sure he wouldn’t run into trouble. He was still on good terms with most of his co-workers on the force and since he was a journalist investigating crime & corruption as long as his work didn’t carry him towards anything that would implicate the force they tended to leave him alone.

“Yeah good no disagreements from me here.” She spoke out again before taking a few more sips of her caffeinated beverage. “Well in that case we might as well head to the office and see what that bitch Lori wants.”

Kevin laughed at what she said before grabbing a folder and his camera tucking it under his arms. “Come on don’t be mean to her yet, let’s wait until we talk your father into making us the bosses of this place, or somewhere of own making.” Locking hands with her they went out to Lori’s office to see what the hell she wanted.

After a few minutes of sitting in Lori’s office talking to her they were ready to leave. “And that’s that! I know you guys are together but number one limit the PDA in the office, if I wanted to watch something to get hot & bothered I’d be on Pornhub okay. “ Lori barked out it was clear she was having quite the difficult day today and wasn’t in the mood

“Wow your just a bundle of joy, anything else you wanna say to drain all the happiness from the office” Leslie retorted back to her employer wondering why she was always nit-picking about every single aspect of their relationship.
“Come on honey calm down.”
“That too, all those affectionate terms Kevin cut it out.” Lori interjected into the conversation, I guess more of the terms & conditions to make this better. “This is the Miami Herald, not the Miami Mentage a Tois okay?”
“Interesting because when we had our fling last year, you didn’t seem to mine both wearing some stuff that was quite revealing, and being more then a little flirtacious in the office with or without the blinds closed do you remember.” It seemed Kevin was stepping up for his woman, although the preferential treatment he had with Lori had been wavering since they’d broken up 14 months ago.
“Listen Kevin, you know…your special as in a really good worker I mean, and that;s why I tolerate you…and your friend over here.”

The nerve of this bitch, I’ve been a journalist here for four years! Before she was even hired, OMG!!! UHHH I wanna wring her neck out, I wish I was the girl with the laser version on the news Thoughts of revenge floated through Leslie’s mind and she briefly pondered about getting a stapler and applying it to Lori’s fingers.

“But anyway I need your help, a little birdie in my ear whispered to me about this talent you had, and I couldn’t help but think you could take my career to the take next level, and of course get some of the credit yourself. .” Lori smiled seeing the color drain from Kevin and his fiance’s face as she mentioned the power he was hoping to keep discreet.

“Listen Lori I don’t know…”

“Please allow me.” Lori reached for her purse and pulled out her iphone X. Opening up the photo tab, she went to her recent videos and pressed play. Kevin was stunned when he heard himself talking to Leslie a conversation about the latest story they’d broken two days ago, a discussion the’d had in their office.

“Wow your spying on us bitch!” This time Leslie didn’t hold back feeling her privacy had been utterly disregarded by her boss.
“That’s against the law! I can take you to court for this! Wow! I knew you were low down but that’s just new! What me and her take about in the confines of our office is private business, besides I still…don’t know what your talking about. I don’t have any sort of gifts or anything I was just joking…”:Kevin stood his ground bu it was clear he was un-nerved both about the fact that Lori knew about his powers and that she’d been recording him. The truth was he had no idea how long she could have been monitoring them and what sll she could have found out.

“Hhmmm..I don’t know if you’ve been falling the news, but just about a week ago the Diana Gray case right? Well people were murdered, they’ve got that popular pastor down by the beach Travis Mendez his anti Empowered sermons are gaining a-lot of tractions, I mean youtube views are rising. I’d hate to think what might happen if someone was to deliver this message to him or perhaps the authorities. Sure the way you talk about your power it’s not one that’s showy but…you know the truth so let’s say I talk to the Feds and the look into you, a power like yours, using it to further your career for your own gain, I’ve heard the dorito man talking about how he’s got “very very” good men & women looking into people using their powers to cheat in the workplace, and how it won’t be tolerated. If there’s one thing that’s guaranteed about President Trump it’s his ability to do everything within his power to target marginalized groups. Not to mention the rumors that some followers of Pastor Mendez are taking matters into their own hand with vigilante justice against people like you. I’m a very resourceful woman, you both know this, try me if you wish but the consequences will not be ones you want to deal with trust me, I will crash and burn your little life love-birds, so what is it? You going to do what I Say, and help me become a star, and get a slice of the pie yourself on top of that, or you want to go to war? “

Lori finished her rant while looking at the shocked & intimiated journalism couple. The tension so thick in the air it could be cut with a butterknife, she tapped her fingers against the tapestry of her desk going to respond to some messages on her phone while taking a few gulps from her Dasani water bottle.” I’m waiting, I don’t have all day, make your mind.”

“Your….sick…look Kevin, you know my dad has pull with the mayor, maybe.” Leslie was trying to choose her words carefully, she knew that Lori was out to get them, especially her and she didn’t want her husband’s life to be torn apart not inthis anti empowered climate that was getting worst by the day.
“No…leave your dad out of it, you know what we talked about. We can still do that, but not if Lori ruins my life..our lives. What do you want Lori, tell me.”

“Well I want you, pulling my hair, putting your hands on my ass telling me I’ve been a very bad girl, but just because I like to multi-task with men you dropped me, a girl’s gotta know her options hun. So what I want is Travis Mendez I had a thing with him back in the day, but were not on the best terms these days.” Lori paused flicking her tongue across her lip and wiping away some dryness before drinking some more of her Aquafina beverage.

“Travis Mendez…the pastor?” Kevin raised an eyebrow wondering how someone as course and sinful as her could have ever had a thing with a man like him. Maybe the pastor wasn’t the man of God he claimed to be, but that was no different then many other religious leaders.

“Yes with the campaign he has gaining traction, he’s going to be thrust forward into the spotlight sooner or later, he’s already getting a rapidly increasing amount of donations to his church. You know with social media damn near replacing us, we’re struggling to keep up. Not to mention two of my rental property tenants croaked as a result of the Incident and I’m behind on Rent. I want you to use that power of yours to get some dirt on him, compromising information, so I can force an arrangement that benefits the Miami Herald, and Mendez’s congregation. You know something he dosen’t want out there, something so bad he’ll let me stick my nails in the cookie jar, and get as many chocolate chips as I want. Not to mention I want us to get exclusive rights to his story, and any interviews he’s giving out as a result of the actions he’s under-taking. We do that and Miami Herald will be at the top, above NY Times, Chicago Tribune, none of them we’ll be able to keep up, we’ll be ahead, breaking story after story. We might even be able to get funding from that new organization NEBU, their looking to partner with and aid anyone who can help them with enforcing laws on you freaks.”

Lori leaned back in her chair finishing her bottle and tossing it in the trash bin under her desk. She could see the wheels turning her plan coming into fruition to get Mendez under her control, and run the church. Leslie lowered her head and took a seat at the desk sad that she’d basically gotten them. “Damn…it..your cruel.”

“Oh you don’t know the half, so what do you say Kevin your up for the task? Ready to take us to the next level or do you want your future with that skank to be a pipe dream ?” Lori seemed to be making her final offer, and Kevin walked over to the desk putting his hands on it and looked at her. Within a quick moment he slapped her in the face causing an audible gasp.

“Now you listen to me Lori, I don’t give a fuck what you think you know bitch! Don’t you ever call me into this office again and come at me or my future wife! You know what they say once a cop always a cop. I’m pretty sure if I make a citizens arrest, call the commissioner and say I’m looking for a job, and explain the type of power I have with proof he’ll be happy to oblige. So who do you think he’s going to support more super cop who can find out anything they need and largely reduce the number of CI’s or you borderline criminal journalistic hack. Besides you put that out there even if you ruin my life, I’ll make sure I find you and personally but a bullet in-between your eyes. Stay away from me, and my her. We’re BOTH putting in our two week leave Lori, and that’s that. I’m not doing a damn thing for you, stay away from me, and her!” Kevin lunged forward putting his hands around Lori’s neck and snatched her from the chair throwing her on the ground then brutally kicking her in three times causing her to cry out.

“Do…you..understand? Yes or no answer me!!!!”

Lori was fighting back tears, feeling pain from being kicked three times by her ex-lover and soon to be former employee. “Yes…yes..I understand…I’m sorry please don’t hurt me Kev please.”

“It’s Kevin to you I’m glad we were able to come to an under-standing, now remember what I said boss.” He said the last part sarcastically and helped her up pushing her into the chair and walking over to Leslie extending a hand to helpher up.
“Wow!” Was all she said in response to him sticking up for her, for him, for both of us. “Hit em where it hurts” Starting to collect her bearings she took his hand and got up. Wow that ws hot…I’m soaked “ Bye Lori, see you at the meeting this afternoon.”

She was beaming with pride over Kevin’s actions and they got up to leave. Lori sat in the. Chair frustrated rubbing her cheek her ears ringing from the force of which Kevin used against her and she looked down at her desk. Fucking piece of shit…I can’t believe I ever loved you….your gonna regret this…both of you..all of you! Lori Hasboro will get what she wants! “Time for Plan B.” Lori fought back some tears drifting from her eye lids grabbing her phone and scrolling through her contacts to send out a text.

Two Hours later - Miami Herald Conference Room - Adora Zayas

Kevin & Leslie had showed up to the board room meeting late on purpose, having a tryst in the car prior to it smelling of sex and victory from their earlier refusal to give into Lori’s demands like most people In the office.

“So you see, our ratings are lower then the need to be, we’ve got to do better much better, ah Kevin, Leslie, nice of you two love-birds to join us.”

Catching a glimpse from Kevin Lori instantly decided for now it was best to stop agitating them. They’d called her bluff, and even though she wanted revenge and had utterly lost any & all feelings for Kevin for the most part it still wasn’t going tobe good to get tied in with Travis’s ministry or the CIA’s task force without some solid evidence on Kevin & his powers.

“Oh well we had some important matters to tend too, carry on Lori.” Leslie responded to her matter of factly addressing her in a demeaning tone. Some of the other members of the office noticed but none of them seemed too interested in trying to figure out the nature of what was going on.

“Ok then well like Iwas saying, it’s just you guys aren’t good enough really. And it’s sad, I do so much for this office, for our jobs and we’re loosing to the Chicago Tribune? Like come on that city is hell on solid ground, no different then Detroit. After a while nobody wants to keep hearing about gang wars tearing up the streets and rampant violence. They want different stories, if they wanted to watch organized crime be detrimental to the population every-day the could go watch The Wire.”

“So what are you gonna do fire all of us, good luck with that.” Ronald spoke out and some other members of the board laughed, even if she wanted to there’d be so many protests & the could easily band together to file complaints and expose her for the selfish & over-demanding employer that she was.

“Naw maybe she’s gonnna be like Mo’s Knights and just blow us all up, then she can cash in on the insurance I mean at least until your in jail in like what how longyou think few days?” Cory spoke out an afircan American with a slim build, sporting some ray band glasses, dress pants and a white button up T Shirt, Ronald’s best friend in the office.

“You…make a point Cory…but no I don’t intend for any acts of terrorism, your being funny but this is serious uh.” Where is she christ I’m tired of waiting

“Bomb that’s far too serious.” They heard a feminine voice ring out but didn’t se anybody, suddenly a girl seemed to materialize out of thin air. She was sporting long luscious black hair, some Robin Jeans, and a very tight yellow Truk Fit tight that seemed to be gripping her chest.

“What the fuck” Cory retorted seeing the woman who seemed to shimmer into existence.

“Hello my name is Adora Zayas, I’m an Empowered if you can’t tell, your boss invited me here, said things have been moving along in the office far too slow..”

“Hey Lori if your plan to motivate us, is making strippers come out of thin air, I take back my complaints your actually might know what your oding.” Ronald said in response to Adora coming from places unkown causing himself, Cory, and some others in the office to chuckle. Leslie had an eyebrow raised wondering who this Adora lady was, and why lori had invited them. Kevin seemed to be of a similar mind and just sat the table unresponsive but very attentive to wha wasgoin g on.

“Glad for you to finally join us Adora, why don’t you pass along the message I hired you for?”

“Sure “Adora began walking around the office table looking at the members of the board before laughing and with a motion used her ability causing the members of Lori’s office to all be miniaturized in size. As the members of the room where all reduced in size besides Lori and herself she could hear squeaks and protests from the miniature Miami herald staff.

“Now come on guys, where’s that sense of humor you just had? I guess I don’t know what I’m doing, even my pranks aren’t funny when I hire outside help.” Lori reorted as Adora walked over to the entrance to the board room stepping on and killing three people along the way covering the door. Raising her hand those that were left living were lifted into the air floating and all wound up on the table as if an invisible force had air-lifted them and dropped them on the table as Adora took a seat.

“Oh my god…oh my god!” Leslie was speaking rapidly at the horrific scene that was starting to unfold before them. One inute it was just another boring memeting aside from the girl who seemed to come out of thin air, but now they’d been reduced in size and were now being snatched by invisible hands and brought to the table.

“What the fuck?!” Even Kevin couldn’t hold back as this situation was utterly confusing to him as well, whats worst was the same invisible force that placed them in the table singled him out and lifted him into the air flying towards Adora’s hand.

“NOOO!!!!” He screamed out as Adora grabbed him now with her real hand and pinching his legs held him outside down causing him to be get disoritented as he looked to the long fall below him now looking like hundreds of feet belowat his current size. “Put…w…what do you want from me?” He was about to ask her to put him down but feeling the blood rushing to his head from being held upside down and looking at how far the drop was he didn’t want to find out if this woman had some sick sense of humor and would just release her hold on him which would surely end his life.

“Ah what was that your about to say? I think I know you might actually be one of the smart ones, shame I have to do what I have to do. Well I lied I have no shame none at all.” Turning her hand over to drop him into the palm of her hand she turned to face the wall and using her power increased Kevin in size. Kevin stumbled back into the wall before feeling like an invisible force pressed him against the wall leaving him unable to move.

“Fuck what the hell do you want! What the fuck are you talking about! Make my wife bigger again, my co-workers too now this isn’t funny!” Kevin barked he was still scared but he was starting to think maybe this was some sort of asshole prank and not someone who was there to do them great harm. What is this one of Lori’s bitchy ass friends from college with super powers fuck.

“I want you or rather what you can do, sit still honey it’ll be over quick.” Adora placed her hand on Kevin and closed her eyes. Focusing Kevin began screaming in pain as energy surged from him to her. He cried out in agony as Adora continued to do whatever it is that she spoke about hving no shame about. Gasping for breath he was finally released and fell to his knees nearly hitting the table and shaking his miniaturized co-workers frozen I nfear on top of it.

“What…the fuck did you do to do me jesus.” He was huffing and puffing trying ot catch his breath, all he could be sure of was some sort of ability had been used on him and he didn’t know what. He felt much weaker, as if he was being drained of the very essence of his life itself.

“Jesus dosen’t have anything to with this honey, wow Lori you were right. And to think at one point I doubted you, I can see me and you see eye to eye. It’s hard to find good help out here, so I’ll be keeping my end of the bargain.” Using her power and with a hand motion the same invisible force that had been moving them about twisted Kevin’s neck until it was broken. A loud audible snap was heard as his body now lifeless fell to the ground of the Miami Herald conference room with an thud.

Tears were now welling down Leslie’s eyes witnessing her now deceased lover body hit the ground. “No…..no…..Kevin no..”Falling to her knees as tears rushed from her eyes hse was ignoring the pleas of help from her other co-workers who were screaming in fear seeing Kevin murdered in-front of them.

“Thank you so much Adora, I’m in agreement with what you said, I’m certainly going to be more careful about the employees I collect. .” She was happy things were going here way but was a little un-nerved about the situation. She’d discussed it with Adora earlier, but it just wasn’t something she was use to seeing.

“You want to kill them Lori? It’s so fun snuffing out the lives of people at your mercy, pleading for you to spare them practically begging you not to send them to the afterlife” Stepping over Kevin’s corpse like some clothes strewn out in a messy room she took a seat at the table using just her thumb pressing down on a victim smushing him to death then doing it two others carelessly as if she was killing some ants running around on her kitchen table.

“Hmm…no…I mean..I do so hate the little slut he was with, but I’d prefer not to get blood on my hands if you don’t need me to. Besides you seem to be enjoying it, but we do have to make this good, so let’s get on with it not to rush you of course.” Lori was careful although she’d struck up on good terms with this Adora woman, seeing her powers at work,she didn’t want to end up as a victim herself.

“Oh alright you have a point, usually I like to have fun with my victims, but we are on short time today aren’t we.” She brushed the rest of the miniaturized survivors off the table into the palm of her hands including Leslie ignoring their pleas for mercy as she leaned down and dropped them o the ground.

Leslie was lifeless not dead at least not yet, but soon she would be. To hear this woman spoke so calmly about extinguishing them from existence sent chills down her spine. She was looking into the face of evil, shuffled around with the bodies f the other survivors she didn’t even cry. Althouhg her heart was racing at a 1000 miles per hour, perhaps she’d die with some dignity the little she’d have after all she’d just watched Kevin get his neck broken and some of her co-workers get murdered by a freaking thumb.

“It’s over…we’re gonna die…” Leslie spoke depressed as the tears had stopped Kevin was gone, there was nothing the could do no escape and Lori was going to get money, promotion & a whole new team fmor this.

“LORI!!!!! You gotta help us man fuck these fools! I was always on yo side whole team, I don’t fuck with none of these dudes even Ronald fat ass” Cory was screa,ing out trying to get mercy for himself and none of the others.

“I think Lori’s written you all off, good bye now.” Getting up fromhe r chair she brought her right foot down then her left then right then left slamming her feet down on the floor killing the rest of the team as they futile tried to run from their deaths.

The last thing Leslie experienced was getting pushed aside by Ronald trying to run to safety as a massive foot came down smashing him alive gruesomely. Laying down paralyzed by fear she could only gasp as a foot came down on her. The most pain she’d ever experienced in her life being literally crushed alive bones her body smashed into a bloody pump. But within seconds her life was out, back to Adora who yawned.

“Oh well it’s so much more fun when you get to torture them, go ahead and call 911 darling.” Adora instructed the head of the newspaper who did just did dialing.

“Hello..please help me please! I’m under attack, I have no idea what’s going on this crazy woman is here she’s …she’s a monster…my entire office was disintegrated I have no idea wher AH!!!” Before she could keep speaking the invisible force lifted Lori and flung her through the glass window of the office causing her to slam into a desk outside.

Then Adora caused the phone to zip to her. “Don’t worry officers there probably won’t be anyone alive when you get here, have a good day buh bye now” Adora hung up the phone and placed it on the table. Taking her attention to Lori who was groaning in pain Adora walked opening the front door and walking over to Lori.

“Jesus Christ…through a window….we didn’t agree on that.” Lori rolled over in pain feeling scraped from glass.

“True, you kept your end of the bargain but honestly I regret rushing the murders, I’m going to take my time with you. I know I said we could work together, but I just don’t know honestly if you’ll be a good fit for me. I mean sure we had some fun in college, but people change.” Adora grinned and Lori felt an invisible force wrapping around her neck as she was gasping for breath.

“Adora…what…the fuck…Adora” Before she could protest any longer the force around her neck was released, and Adora was just laughing as she knelt down using her power to brush the glass shards off of her “Friend” and then away formh er so she wouldn’t roll onto them.

“Calm down Lori, you know I love messing with people, friends for life right. “She leaned down and kissed her friend on the cheek. “I’m soweee I through you through a table, but look at you there’s not goin got be any doubt that you got fucked up too and were just a lucky survivor. I got you a present though” Reaching in her pocket she pulled out a small blue pill with the numbers 30 impritnedon it and placed it in Lori’s mouth.

Lori instinctively gulped down the pain killer and grimaced. Perk 30…and she’s not killing me…fuck she scared the fuck outta me “ Damn it Adora, that’s not fucking funny and you know it. Your still just as immature as you were back at our old apartment, but thanks for the perk….”

“Toodles hun, I’ll see you soon.” With that Adora faded from visibility, and now invisible made her way out the office, the sound of blaring sirens in the distance. Lori down against the desk wincing cause of the pain awaiting the opiates to kick in to reduce the amount of pain she was in, thinking about how if the hospital didn’t give her something strong she might have to go back to Adora to ask for some more pills. Those motherfuckers are gonna learn not to mess with me….when you have friends in high places…powerful places your gonnna get ahead no matter what She lay back against the desk starting to breath slower happy that she had won once again and like always in life she won.

Fractured, Real World Superhumans

Miami Florida - Mavers Estate

“So what’s next baby, I don’t know.” Matt shrugged talking to his girlfriend Carol while going to the fridge to retrieve a chilled bottle of Honey Jack Daniels. The scene opened up to a luxurious beach house in Miami Florida. Matt was feeling accomplished, despite the last five months of the world being Hell for some it wasn’t anything short of pure success for him.

His company was doing better then ever, and he was nine months into his marriage to model Carol Mavers, a successful model & CEO of Mavers Delights lingerie clothing line. Right now they were in the process of putting together a fashion showcase for Carol’s company.

“Honey I don’t know, I just feel like we should be trying to do something. All this newfound success is wonderful, and I love it. But with everything going on, maybe we should be putting our money to more altruistic needs. “Carol suggested, although she was always in the pursuit of financial success growing up she was of a mind that the should be doing something to help the world.

Matt rolled his eyes.” Come on babe, what the hell could we do? We’re lucky we weren’t vaporized, or collaterial damage in anything that went down. “ Matt didn’t really want to protest this any more then he had to, as far as he was concerned he wanted to stay away from anything to do with the Empowered.

Carol could feel the energy radiating from her husband, the slight tension in the air as he spoke about not wanting anything to do with him. He’s gotta point but damn I’m just like the people I protested growing up. But…I love Matt…this isn’t just about money getting tied in with these people could be the end of us literally Although she felt somewhat like she was betraying her morals, the one thing that stood before anything in her eyes was family. “Your right I don’t know what I was thinking, well it is what it is. Have you heard from Eddie? “ She equipped looking to change the subject, maybe she couldn’t help now. But who’s to say things would be that way forever.

“Naw no idea I thought you talked to him, Christ we go ahead and book one of the most expensive DJ’s in the world and he dosen’t respond” Mentally rolling his eyes about the $16,000 deposit they’d put down from him. Some say he was so good that maybe he had super powers.
“That’s not like him, we’ve used him before and he’s nothing but good” It was quite puzzling, he’d agreed to only a 40% deposit so it wasn’t like he was running off with much for his level of expertise.
“Yeah well not like him but it’s happening haven’t heard from him in five fucking days.” At this point he was pouring up two glass cups full of bourbon for each of them. Screwing the cap back on the bottle he was entertaining the idea that maybe the so called famous DJ had really just had some sort of epiphany and decided fraud was the way to go. With the world was going he didn’t know what to predict anymore.
“Hmm I’ll try to get in contact with Amber, you remember I’m friends with his agent from back in college. Even if Eddie is a prick or something out of nowhere, there’s no way she’ll go bitch mode on me.” Resassurance, something she was glad she had about this situation. Although she was confident that maybe it was simply a lack of communication or Eddie was sick or any number of possibilities there was still a way to get in touch with him no matter what.

“Well for you sake I hope your right or your gonna have to make it up for me, you know I hate wasting money.” Matt had a hint of seriousness in his voice, but a playful overtone to what he was saying. It seemed the mood was changing for the better as he sat down next to his wife finally and handed her a glass. “Cheers.”
“I like the sound of that, and and yeah yeah I know how you feel about the cash, but it’s not like I can’t replace it and maybe make it up to you.” Giggling she took the glass and toasted with her husband.
“Maybe, now that’s not what I wanted to hear.” The couple downed the shots of bourbon relaxing as the alcohol began to do it’s job delivering it’s infamous relaxation effects it was so known for.
“Alright change of subject, you know my former partner Katrina passed right. Well apparently she’s left someone in her will, another close friend of hers who worked with her on a charity they started.”
“Really, so what she’s some sort of replacement, Jesus, don’t tell me she put her in some sort of will to replace her on the LLC.” The last thing Matt wanted was any potential financial problems of a magnitude that could affect 50% of his wife’s company. Since they were joined together anything that could affect her could affect him.
“I mean…don’t run me over or anything but yes…but look I actually was reading the report and I know who it is.”
“God damn it, know who it is!? I was a little ticked off about Eddie, but this! You should have had this addressed while she was still breathing, who is this motherfucker.” Matt didn’t mean to get so aggressive, but in all reality 16k was a drop in the bucket for them compared to endangering half of his wife’s business.
“Relax baby, this is why I was waiting to tell you. Besides it might end up being beneficial to both of us, I know how much you loooove money. “Now Carol was a little peeved at her husband’s response especially a situation so delicated tied to her close friends death.

“And how is that?” Matt noticed his wife’s reaction, and decided to calm down a little bit. Although he couldn’t help but attribute some of that to the possibility that this might help him in some way, especially financially. Although he knew that she would deduce the nature of his somewhat calmer demeanor and that would only serve to make her a little more irate. He was going to have to quickly take reign of the wheels of this argument to sooth everything other. But at least she knew beyond actually trusting Katrina as her business partner as she’d proven herself a capable business woman over the past 18 months he’d known her, he actually had come to like her, especially after that threesome they’d shared in Vegas two months before “The Incident.”.

“Well well well, her name is Adora Zayas, she’s married to some guy Kareem Zayas CEO Zayas Properties Incorporated, if we’re already tied together on paper, might be a way for me to get you in further in the real estate game, especially if she’s already on paper, wife working with wife, husband working with husband type thing. Could serve to make us all some more money, I will admit I’ve researched this woman and she dosen’t seem to have any business of her own besides the charity she was running with Katrina, but you know what they say behind every great man is a powerful woman.”

Matt paused to think it over. “Hmm…I see.” It wasn’t exactly the spectacular news he’d hoped to hear, but he could understand where exactly his wife was coming from. Besides if it proved to be fruitful in the end it wouldn’t matter, as much as Katrina might be missed of course. Any opportunity to move forward in the business & stay ahead was something he was going to take advantage of. “Well see to it then, maybe your right. I’m sorry I got so pissed, yeah you know I’m worried about OUR money, but I’m worried about us to. It seems like the world is falling apart, and we’re lucky enough we’ve got a big enough slice of the pie now to have to fight over the crumbs with the rest of the world.”
“I know honey, I’m just taking it hard cause of Katrina, you really are right to be concerned.” Carol leaned in and locked lips with her husband kissing him, leading to them kissing passionately as it seemed the situation had reached a firm resolution for the time being, and the lovers wanted to enjoy the warmth & embrace of each other. As Matt had stated the were living in perilious times, and the problems of today could be far more severe tomorrow.

Manhattan, New York – Flint Marrow

“Stay down damn it I won’t tell you again” Orders were being barked by a top agent of the National Empowered Division Unit, NEDU for short. Flint Marrow, a high level CIA operative who’d been drafted into NEDU. Members of Legion with influence in the highest levels of United States Government had put together NEDU as a means to devise an organization to get a handle on the thread of the very super powered individuals they’d served to create.

“No! I’m not going anywhere with you motherfucker I do what I want.” An angry dishelved man wearing a Screw the Rulers I have money T Shirt, and some gym shorts responded.

“God damn it you people never wanna make things easy, and you wonder why there trying to pass the god damn bill.” Flint held his gun close to him as he inched forward towards the man who looked like he hadn’t seen a shower since The Incident.

“Oh I told you, your not taking me anywhere!!!!” The man barked and raised his fist unleashing a wave of seismic energy that slammed into Flint disarming him and sending him flying into a tree causing him to yelp in pain.

“Damn it Arthur!!!!” Flint groaned as he hit the tree and got back up seeing Arthur back on his feet running. Retrieving his weapon Flint took chase after him, hearing one of superiors speak to him in a Bluetooth in his ear. “Yeah I’m not trying to kill him, but he’s not making it that damn easy.”

Flint was obviously not in agreement with the orders he received, but he was listening to the best of his ability. This guy had used his powers in a road rage incident that ended up killing three innocents in a car a father and his two daughters. “Your gonna regret this bitch!!!” Flint yelled out as he kept chase.

Arthur turned around and used a seismic blast on a tree above Flint causing to come crumbling, the agent jumped to the side nairly avoiding being crushed by nature. Having enough he reached in his jacket pocket and tossed an object forward. Arthur who’d turned his back to keep running from Flint hadn’t noticed until it was too late when a flash grenade went off. Struck by the explosion of sound, Arthur stumbled froward falling. “FUCK!!!!!”

Flint took that as his chance and rushed towards Arthur only for him to turn and unleash a massive seimic blast sending Flint flying up into the sky and slamming into a branch.” DAMN IT STAY DOWN!!!!! “ Arthur screamed reeling in pain and stepping forward only to be smacked in the head bya bat and hit the ground by a woman who appeared coming around the corner.

“Tsk Tsk..and you thought you didn’t need me.” The woman chuckled and reached in her jacket pocket taking out a needle and injecting the alleged road rage family killer with some sort of sedative.

“Yeah whatever Kaitlin damn it, I softened him up for you, I practically did the work.” Flint grumbled sluding towards the now downed evo and his assigned NEDU partner. Pressing a button on his Bluetooth to communicate a message with NEDU Intelligence. “Yeah Arthur’s down, Kaitlin injected him, go ahead and send a chopper for a pick-up, we need to get him to the Facility now. We don’t need this guy waking up in mid air not with his power, everyone’s going down, matter fact Kaitlin since you’re the “Better” agent why don’t you ride with him, I call dibs on driving back..oh what’s that NEDU agrees see maybe you are the superior agent.” Flint laughed and playfully punched Kaitlin in the shoulder who rolled her eyes.

“Whatever Marrow, that’s how you treat a lady, leaving me to to take the potetnally death flight. Luckily I have extra sedatives.” Pressing the button on her Bluetooth as she scoffed and responded to their handlers.” Yeah Yeah I’m flying with him, just send the damn chopper.”

Slowly regaining the pep in his step after being slammed into two trees Flint chuckled as he began making his way out of the forest area to his car parked a few miles out to where the chase had been initiated.

Chicago, Illinois - Mavers Estate, Hours Later - Adora Zayas

Carol was humming to herself and washing some dances. She’d had a very enjoyable afternoon with her husband and was a little bit past tipsy as she was cleaning up some dishes. She stopped the song playing on her Spotify playlist when she heard the doorbell. “Hmmm I wonder who’s that. Mattttt, Mattt, can you get the door I’m a little busy.”

Bing Bing…hearing the doorbell again and after an unsuccessful attempt to call her husband she went to grab a paper towl from the rack. Tearing off two sheets, perhaps one more then needed she dried her hands off and went to the front door. Guess I’m a little to good, he’s knocked out. She giggled to herself as she went to open the door.

The person behind the door was a pleasant surprise, seeing her old college friend Amber. A woman in her late two’s, with orange hair dye, wearing a tight fitting black dress and two diamond ear rings. “Ooh Amber! Just the person I wanted to see.”

“Carol!” Amber smiled and embraced her friend in a hug as she was welcomed inside, the door shut behind her.

“Girl I’m so glad you made it, can you believe Eddie’s not answering, I mean I’ve tried everything, now Matt’s a little pissed off. I can’t lie you know we’ve booked him a couple times, but I know if we get in touch with you everything would be sorted out.” She laughed as she went back to the kitchen, but instead of going for the dishes she went straight to the fridge opening it up to retrieve what was left of the bottle of Jack she’d been sharing with her husband earlier.

“Oooh looks like you’ev been fun girl.” Amber laughed looking to see that a little over half of the contents of the bottle remained.
“Yeah you know how frisky Matt gets when he’s had a little Jack, not that I mind, I swear when he’s had a couple drinks in him, he does some magic with his tongue.” The two girls shared a laugh as Carol went to pour the two of them some drinks, going for two glasses she’d just got done washing.
“Yeah about Eddie, I’m actually worried about him. I haven’t heard from in almost a week, I think something terrible may have happened. It’s not just you he’s not answering, and when I went by his house earlier today, his car wasn’t their either.” A somber look had been taken on Amber’s face as she took a seat on the couch and Carol upon seeing the look on her friend’s face took a seat by her taking a swig of her alcohol.

“Oh my gosh, are you serious?! I told Matt that wasn’t like him, what do you think happened” Carol asked both intrigued and concerned, not so much about the deposit anymore but about the potential of what might have happened to her favorite DJ.

“Well..he’s missing and…I don’t think he’s going to be found Carol, I called everyone his girlfriend, hell I even called his mom they haven’t seen him. I actually got back from the police department earlier we..just filed the missing persons report today.” Amber looked down taking another chug from her cup before setting the glass down on the table shaking her head.

“Jesus that’s horrible, I hope it dosen’t got anything to do with all the nonsense going on, the world’s really becoming messed up.” Carol sighed maybe it could be due to everything going on or just a regular dose of the messed up stuff that’s been happening in the world.

“That’s the thing..Carol..I think it is…matter fact.” She paused to guzzle the rest of the contents of her cup. “I know it is.”

Carol raised an eyebrow, her friend went from taking sips like her to downing the whole entirety of her cup, they’d been drinkers since college, but to be downing practically four five shots worth in a few minutes she knew something was going on. “What do you mean Amber?”

“I know he’s gone…because…..I…I..I killed him.”

Carol felt a chill flow through her body, and unconsciously inched a little bit away from Amber. “W….what do you mean you killed him? You…You can’t blame yourself for whatever happened, I mean yeah you’re his manager but..that dosen’t mean it’s your fault that whatever happened to him happened.”

“That’s not what I mean Carol…I mean that I killed him….myself.” A sinister smile formed on Amber’s lips as she looked at her friend with a violent look in her eyes that Carol had never seen from her friend.

“Amber….what the hell are you talking about…why the fuck would you kill Eddie? Look if your joking about all of this any of this it’s not funny.” Carol protested to her friend not liking this conversation or this weird feeling that somehow she was in danger.

“What I mean is…I’m not Amber, oh no Amber she’s gone..gone gone…like you will be if you don’t want to corporate.” She spoke the last part in a sing talk tone, and now Carol was creeped out.

This woman in-front of her WAS Amber, what the hell was her friend talking about. It didn’t make any sense not in the slightest and she was talking about she killed Eddie. She almost wanted to call out to her husband to ask him to come down and maybe even bring the gun. “I’m…not getting it…are you okay…” Has she lost her mind, is this a bad acid trip or something, we left that nonsense alone at University…maybe something DID happen to Eddie and she’s gone looney The uncomfortable feeling that was rising that felt like a sensation pricking her inth e back felt a lot stronger.

Amber reached in her purse and pulled out some paperwork at a speed that almost called Carol to yell thinking her friend had pulled out a gun. “Calm down silly.” Amber said putting the paperwork on the table.

Now she was tense, all this talk about death, and with how wuick she pulled the papers out of her purse she almost thought she had a gun. Her heart racing shr leaned down to look at the paperwork with a puzzled look. “LLC ownership papers…to sign 100% ownership over to…Adora…Zayas?”

“Yes you can read I’m glad, now listen I’m going to make this simple for you okay? Sign the paperwork, sign the company, make a public announcement, and that’s it you do that, and it’s all over? Okay, your life will go on you can be Matt’s trophy wife, just a dumb rich bitch living off her husband. This is your only chance, and I’m only giving you the chance because well I already killed Katrina, that was necessary but in order to be powerful really powerful you need connections, and people who revere you but more importantly….fear you.” Amber spoke matter of factly not even changing her emotions as she nudged a pin on the glass table over towards Carol’s hands.

Now the fear she had was being replaced, she was beginning to see perhaps what was going on. “Wait a minute….oh wow I see what’s going on huh. Your in leagues with this Adora bitch, and you think you can bully me out my company, come in here talking all scary and what not. I didn’t even know you knew the bitch, but your not gonna bully me outta my company. Wow…just wow..and to think I was just talking about how much I trusted you, lemme guess Eddie’s in on this shit too, the whole little he’s gone oh nooo that’s all part of your plan to make me scared.” Carol picked up the pen and threw it against the wall pushing the papers away. “Get out…Get the fuck out my house Amber..I’m not joking.” She was furious, perhaps Matt knew what he was talking about, when he was speaking earlier about the dangers of this mysterious Adora Zayas woman being on the LLC with her in replacement of Katrina following her tragic passing.

Oh Katrina how she missed her even more, a true friend.” Ughhhh..alright then fine, well do this the hard way. Honestly I can’t lie I do love absolutely thrillingly love what I’m about to do. But sometimes I just want to leave people to actually be around soo…I can have people scared of me. You know they say the beginning of knowledge is the fear of god or in this case a goddess.” Amber spoke but was interrupted by Carol slapping her across the face.

“I told you to get out my house you traitorous bitch.” An audible smack was heard when Carol had slapped Amber, drawing some blood from her check. Amber gasped at the socialite and fashion CEO slapping her across the cheek. Rubbinb her cheek in a disbelief and getting up looking at her friend in shock. “What are you waiting for leave! “ She was furiously typing on her friend, reaching out to her security detail just in case things needed to be escalated although it felt good to get her hands dirty. With the position she was in life she hadn’t experienced the need to put her hands on anyone in a long long time.

“You really fucked up..I hope you know I’m really about to enjoy this.” She spoke down on her friend almost growling in anger as Carol stood up unphased by her friend and pushed her causing Amber to yelp as she tripped on the couch and fell backwards hitting the ground tearing part of her expensive designer skirt.

“Get out!!!” Carol barked just as Jordan Hoover the head of her security detail and three other security guards made their way through the front door all armed. Jordan took note of the scene he was witnessing and raised an eyebrow. He was familiar with Carol & Amber as having been friends having seen Amber on the property several times. [i] Hmm a bitch fight, the way she texted us I would have thought someone was breaking in oh well..I love watching cat fights but I don’t get paid to be entertained. [i] Jordan chuckled inside his head he him and the rest of the guards should have stayed outside to finish their smokes before coming out but you could never be too careful, besides this was the best security gig he eer had.

“Hmmm Amber..I don’t know what’s going on but by the looks of your torn dress, it seems like you should get out. Come on, I’m sure you guys can make up later.” Jordan help back a laugh but getting a death glare from Carol he saw the severity of this argument and decided to pipe down less he loose his precious job.

“Okay..fun’s over bitch.” Amber got up and reached down to dust off her skirt as she appeared to be walking towards the entrance to be escorted out by Jordan & the rest of the security detail. “And your not funny mister, in fact.” Amber stopped walking as the team was leading her to the door, causing Jordan to groan.

“Look I don’t know what the fuck is on, but just make it easier and get the fuck out jesus you already got knocked on your ass by Carol what else is it gonna take, your not gonna force us to make you leave are you.” Jordan rolled his eyes but getting forceful with Amber and getting paid to do it wouldn’t be that bad.

“Oh no I’m not leaving and like I told Carol I’m not Amber.” She said the last few words slowly and Jordan raised his eyebrow.

Yup this bitch is drunk or high or both…cause if she’s not Amber, then I’m Jim Carey…crazy rich bitches. “Alright I’ve heard enough get outtt.” Jordan poked her in the ass with the butt of his gun and pushed her causing her to stumble forward slightly immediately causing Amber to get red.

“Oh my god, every fucking time I try to do things civilly it just dosen’t work!? It dosen’t, people won’t listen!!!! You have to react, but then when you do their all like oh no please nooo nooo please nooo!!!! But they wouldn’t listen, you all do this to yourself, honestly I was running an experiment on being civil and I think this concludes my experient, violence especially murder is not only a better choice it’s more thrilling and more fun.” Amber barked and Jordan sighed although inside he was laughing he could see that whatever Amber had going on she was literally a nutcase gith now.

“Get the fuck out come on.” Jordan raised his weapon although he wasn’t going to shoot Amber, now she was actually getting on his nerves. He had years of experience working security, and some dumb broad wasn’t about to make his job any eager. He’d just got done rolling a joint before Carol had pressed the team to rush in and he intended to smoke it.

“Yeah Experiment is…over.” Amber clenched her fists, and suddenly her form shifted into that of an arabian woman. Jordan immediately jumped back, and the other three agents all raised their weapons as Carol gasped. The person she’d turned into was none other then Adora Zayas. “Hello Boys, and welcome to Hell, or well the closest thing to it, honestly I’m going to make HER do most of the suffering, so I’ll take care of you quick.”

“Yo what the fuck dis bitch just do.”!!!! Terrence the only African American member of the security detail spoke up his finger already on the trigger. In an instant the four men vanished, and Adora stood unphased as Carol was screaming now terrified.

“HOLY SHIT!!! WHAT ARE YOU!!! YOUR NOT AMBER!!!! What did you do to them!!!!” Carol was filled with fear. “MATT!!!!! MATTTTTTT!!! MATT HELP COME DOWN NOW HELP!!!!!!”

“Shut the fuck up, their not dead you stupid bitch not yet anyway look at the floor!!” Carol was shaking with fear and didn’t even intend to follow Adora’s instructions but just did so out of fear but looking down caused her to nearly faint and scream even more.

Jordan looked around disoriented at his new surroundings, looking up to see the truly massive woman, and turned to the other secuirt guards who were yelling out conused somehow they’d all been reduced in size, miniaturized if you will and were looking up at the enlarged Empowered individual.

“Man what!!!!!?! I ain’t get paid enough for this shit! I knew I shoulda stayed my black ass outside and smoked the damn joint! Yall what the fuck you got me inot this sh-“ SPLAT her foot came down stepping on Terrance instantly murdering the security guard as Jordan dropped his gun running as did the other small security guards.

“The Black ones almost dies first in the movies, I didn’t have to do it, really feels racist buuuut I’m nto white so I’ll be okay.”She stepped forward making quick work of two of the other security guards killing them brutally before leaning down to pick up Jordan as she walked over to Carol screaming as she jumped over the couch. Clumsily she fell to the ground as Adora shook her head ignoring the pleas of the security guard in her hand yelling for help.

Effortlessly she shifted her hand breaking Jordan’s right arm like a potato chip causing him to scream in pain as Carol herself was miniaturized and Adora went to scoop her up walking over to a nearby counter and setting down the two miniaturized targets. Reaching for a glass cup she placed it around the two captives protesting and went over to the table to retrieve the LLC contract humming calmly.

Adora waltzed into the kitchen and retrieved the bottle as well, going to grab an unused shot glass and pour herself a shot quickly downing it. Then using her power she miniaturized the contract and the pen for good measure before placing the cup around Carol and pulling Jordan out who was kicking and screaming. “Sign the contract honey, this is literally your final chance.”

Carol was shaking miniaturized and stuck in a glass cup filled with fear, looking at her security agent fighting pointlessly for her life, wondering who the hell this girl was and what mess she’d possibly gotten herself into. Her fear was further elevated thinking about the fact that this woman wasn’t Amber, and what could have possibly happened to her friend Amber. “Oh no…no…no..”

Suddenly she heard foot-steps, and grew cold seeing her husband running down-stairs gun in hand and saw the mysterious woman. “NO MATT!!” Carol screamed but knew their was no way he’d be able to hear her miniaturized in her glass prison.” NO NON ODONT HURT HIM! BITCH ILL SIGN THE PAPERS!!!!” She screamed as Adora pressed her finger hard onto Jordan’s body causing him to scream.

“Who the fuck are you, where’s Carol. “Matt raised the gun at the woman only to leap back as the gun seemingly vanished from his hands.” Oh fuck…oh fuck.” Although he didn’t know how bad the situation was the slightly hungover businessman instantly realized he was in trouble when the gun vanished. “JORDAN!!! TERRANCE!!” He yelled out not knowing that his security team had all been silenced aside from Jordan.

“Oh honey, they can’t help you not with me, they’ve all found out the hard way except leverage over here.” Before Adora could explain any further she unleashed her ability on Matt as well reducing him in size. Taking her finger off Jordan allowing him to catch his breath literally, she raised the cup and slid him back under, going over to pick up Carol’s screaming husband who’d made a futile attempt to run away.

Picking him up she walked back over to the counter, seeing Carol on her knees in tears while Jordan was groaning in pain feeling as though he’d just had an SUV fall on top of him. “Sign or..kill him, kill the last guy, and kill you? Actually just to make sure I got the message across and cause he hit my bum.” Adora placed Mark down and opened the glass pulling Jordan out kicking and screaming.

“YOOO!!!! WAIT” Before he could protest she slammed her fist down brutally murdering Jordan causing both Matt and Carol to scream in terror leaving their last living security agent a mini blood smear on the counter top.

“Sign???!!!! OR DIE!!!!!!!!!!! I WON’T ASK YOU AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Adora screamed at their size, the noise literally causing their ears to shake. Carol had tears streaming down her face as she quickly signed the paperwork. Adora smiled and lifted the glass up taking the miniature paper and restoring it to regular size. “Perfect now was that so hard? Jeeeeez it didn’t have to be like this, but as usual a pretty face and a smile isn’t enough for you people.”

She spoke calmy while Carol rushed over to her husband also reduced in size hugging him, but then she began growing even more afraid. Jordan and the team were murdered without second thought. [i] Oh shit..now that I signed it…we’re still small what’s to stop her from..oh my god…she’s going to kill us…oh no…[i] A tear rolled down her eyes, as she embraced her husband scared for her life.

She leaned forward laughing. “Your probably thinking oh no I signed the company over, now we’re useless and still tiny. With the slightest effort I can kill both of you, and no one will ever find you any of you and I own your company.”

“Wait!!!!! You said it yourself you need followers! My husband Matt he’s one of the best PR’s around!!!! We’ll work for you do whatever you say, you have our company!!!!”

“YEAH!!!!” Matt managed to belt out, he didn’t want to end up like Jordan and was guessing a nasty fate had befallen the other security guards. Adora raised her finger to her lips squeezing as if she was thinking.

“I did say that…it’s just you didn’t seem to want to be listening until I had to get physical, although it would be nice see I have big plans in the world, of becoming a very powerful person and I’m not talking super powers. Plus it would be a little weird if right after you sold me full ownership of the company you both go missing. But then again you can tell the world about my powers, maybe get me locked up, look me up, all types of nonsense, and generally just other ways that you won’t listen. Now given Matt you just kinda of walked in on us in a bad time, I am interested in your services, but I’m not really trying to pay.”

“Pay?! I’ll do it pro bono, you have my word, trust me I won’t be talking, she won’t be talking! Honestly I support empowered rights, it’s an issue I’m very keen on really!!” Matt had gotten more words out this time, if he was good with anything it was bargaining even while his heart was beating faster then it ever was. This was an unreal situation and as much as he loved money looking at the blood stain that was once Jordan he realized their were things in life more important then money..and he was scared shitless.

“Well…PR’s going to be important, honestly with what I’ve got going on in the background it really is and luckily I’ve heard of your work Matt. It’s settled.” Adora spoke with a grin as she went for the bottle of jack to pour herself another shot. “I’ll be taking the bottle if you don’t mind.”

“No..no of course..it’s all yours…please whatever you want. .” Matt spoke as Carol was in a state of shock sobbing scared of the situation wondering if her husband had actually gotten them out of a horrific death, but wondered what type of situation they’d gotten themselves into with this Adora character.

“On second thought…I don’t know if I can trust you two, so I’ll take my chances with the authorities looking into your disappearance right after you signed the company, toodles.” Adora laughed as the couple screamed picking them up she dropped them in the shotglass, and went to drink down the contents.

Both screamed swigging the contents around like mouthwash before spitting them and the alcohol back on the table laughing. “Juuuuust joking, your hired. But you’d best do a good job if you want to live, and if you ever speak to anyone about your little security team’s mishap I’ll do much worst then put you in a shotglass, I mean trust me I’ve got some ideas. Like I’m positive getting put in a microwave at that size or boiling water’s going to do a liiiiitle more then tickle. So we have a deal, we have a deal I’m assuming. You will never get a second chance with me, that was it, I need supporters, that revere me..and more importantly fear me. Carol your going to do a press conference about WHY your giving over the company to me, and Matt I want you to get work on my image for my company and the one I share with husband immediately, oh..and uhh I might need to use your company as a front for my side hobby of running drugs, I mean I’m using ours of course but the more the merrier.”

Both of them were shivering soaked and coughing on the table, Carol seemed to have passed out while Matt was catching his breath. “You…got it boss.”

“Perfectt I knew you’d come around. We’re going to make a great team, you guys.” She snapped her fingers using her powers to restore Matt & Carol to regular size, Carol’s laying passed out on the counter leaning over the sink while Matt was still breathing heavily. She waltzed over to the kitchen and opened up the fridge humming. “Oh you didn’t think I was leaving just yet did you? I need you two to both get to work today not tomorrow, after you finish I’ll be on my way, I just feel like..if I’m here you’ll both be motivated..and get done sooner, I mean honestly can you imagine what might happen if you waste my time?” She laughed to herself as she retrieved a container full of wings from the fridge and walked over to place them in the microwave. She was one step closer to achieving her goals, and getting true power, the kind that could influence & change the direction of the world without her powers.

Atlanta, Georgia – Laura Kohn’s Filthy Apartment

OOOh daddy spank me. Laura sighed as she poured up another shot of vodka and downed it with no chaser. Her life was falling apart, and none of it made any sense. She was thinking back on the sexually explicit video she’d seen, the one that shattered her life and got her husband Bruce to file for divorce. It was a video he’d been sent three weeks ago, a sex tape.

Normally she’d be furious about this, wondering who and why was sending her husband such content. But before she could dish out her misplaced aggression, her life had come crumbling down around her. For the woman in the sex tape was her…and another man she’d never seen a day in her life. No matter what she said, Bruce refused to hear it.

It didn’t make sense, was this next level state of the art special effects. Was that the source of this horrible prank that had shattered her marriage, or maybe…just maybe it was one of those people..those Empowered..some how that turned into a doppleganger of her, or maybe she had an evil twin. Her head was swelling, being a member of the Atlanta Police Department had never been an easy task. But the last few months with “The Incident” and then that video had taken her stress levels to a whole new level.

“It dosen’t make any sense…why would someone do this, who..how..” She sniffled as she fought back tears, the alcohol not appearing strong enough to sedate her of the painful emotions that coarsed through her, and occupied her every waking moment.

It was as if she’d watched her life be destroyed in a matter of moments, the disgust Bruce had in his eyes, the way he spoke to her. He’d never seen him so angry, heard some distasteful words come from his mouth during their entire six years of marriage. The worst part about this nightmare she was plunged into is she couldn’t honestly blame him.

She did but she couldn’t, she knew…100% that wasn’t her on the tape. But what was more plausible advanced CGI, a shape-shifter who just happened to want to ruin her life or her just being an unloyal wife in an already rocky marriage. She was bawling placing her head in her arm trying to fight the pain. Enforcing crime in an increasingly more dangerous world was already taking a strain on her but this was something she just couldn’t do.

Her own mother had been sent the video, and even she was disgusted with her daughter, having taken a liking to her son in law Bruce. “This is awful…I’m loosing everything, and I don’t know why! I don’t get it, WHY!!!!!!” The scorned cop screamed and threw her shot glass at her television set not even budging as the glass shattered against the screen only crying more.

“I don’t know this happened, but I’m going to find out, and whoever…whoever..is responsible..I’m going to fuck them up. I swear to God, I’m going to make them wish they were dead, I’m going to kill BOTH of them.” She clenched her teeth, and gripped her fist nearly drawing blood from her her own balled up fists. She was shaking with rage, her heart feeling as though it was ripped out her chest. Looking at the Television screen she sighed although throwing the shot glass had eradicated the alcohol container and damaged the screen the TV was still in tact.

“Fuck, I’m loosing it. I’m not gonna figure this shit out like this. “She got up sniffling again and walked over to her kitchen to retrieve another shot glass. She hadn’t drank this much since her graduation party senior year in high school, but right now this Vodka was the only thing giving her a glimmer of sanity in this uncreasingly unfamiliarity that had enveloped her life.

Atlanta, Georgia Downtown, CNN Headquarters – Erica Storm

“Our people must rise, we must not bow down to humanity oh no, we are equipped with great power and we shall use it to rise over the humans. Listen to me, for I am your leader.” The woman spoke eloquently but with power oozing from her voice. She’d convinced a camera crew with a large amount of fear included to record her message that she wanted broadcasted through the city of Atlanta.

“Already they are working against us but fear not for we shall not fall to them. Stand with me or fall against me. I even offer my hand out to the mortals who seek santicity under my benevolent…mostly..rule.” Erica smiled beeming with pride as her message was being broadcasted through the streets of Atlanta.

She was especially ready to deliver her message after hearing about the nonsense the pastor Travis Mendez was spreading asking for the Govenrment & it’s people to work together. To form some sort of co-alition against people like her with abilities not just to imprison them but to slaughter them, tossing them into the furnace like a certain madman had done to another different group decades ago. “That ends my first message, but it will not be the last. We must strike them before they strike us, all of us who were taken and returned to this world we are the chosen ones. Now as for the camera crew who was kind enough to record this message I have a parking gift for them that I want you ALL to witness.”

Erica turned to the crew winking at them although they didn’t appear to be too enthralled about what Erica had planned for them already having a taste of her power from earlier. “Watch and beyold the great gift I give to the mortals who’d so hope to defy me.” Raising her hand and exhaling she clenched her fist. As if on cue the members of the crew collapsed, the very camera recording her hitting the ground.

The members of the crew screamed in pain clasping at their chests as they rolled on the ground in agony as Erica went to clench her fist even together. “Remember never…ever….EVER defy Erica Storm for the consequences are more then grave they are….final!!!!” Erica clenched her fist as tight as possible, and the crew members screamed in pure agony. Within seconds all of them exploded into bloody messes blood splattering everywhere from the six humans being literally blown apart on live television.

Erica was heard laughing, and many watching the broadcast were horrified to see this empowered woman who’d taken them hostage using some sort of sinister ability to hold them down by force and force them to explode into a bloody mess on camera. “As I stated before I am Erica, and I am your leader. Together we shall rise and march up to capital hall, tear down Trump’s capital building, and unite as people above the natural realm, those of us who the laws of God no longer apply, for we have grown in power to replace them, even to replace him. Dare I say no longer are we mortals, we have elevated we are gods…gods and monsters…gods in power, monsters to them…enjoy your evening,,..and Atlanta get ready…because I’m here, here to stay and I’m ready to have some fun more fun,.” Erica was laughing madly amused by the crew she had internally combusted on live television as the viewing went out, cutting to black leaving behind a blank screen with the sound of buzzing static in the back-ground.

Fractured, Real World Superhumans

Niko Rasvundin - His New York City, New York

“PLEASE LET ME GO!!!!” A young woman seen hollering for help, but the eyes of a cold well dressed Russian man in-front of her seemed to show complete and utter apatahy to her perilous situation.

“Oh I’ll be letting you go alright Amanda to your destination, pending the results of your parents to come up with my money.” Niko spoke matter of factly about the situation.

The scene was one of pure horror, Niko sat with the young teenage girl tied up with barbed wire in what appeared to be a near empty room except for a television set where The Soprano’s was playing via Netflix. Outside the room stood some armed guards also of Russian ethnic descent walking around with high powered riflkes. The armed guards outside the blank holding cell appeared to be entertaining themselves by smoking Marbolo and Camel crush cigarett’s or playing on their phones. They also appeared immune to concern regarding the young girl’s pleases inside.

A ringing was heard within the room and appeared to be coming form Niko’s cellular device. Taking out the iphone to examine the caller ID, and see who was contacting him a smile appeared on his face. The contact’s name that appeared on the screen “Hector Salzaras.” Satisfied with his check-up on seeing who was contacting him he swiped up on the device to pick up the call.

“Good afternoon Mr. Salzaras.” Niko spoke with a real professional manner and raised a pistol from his pocket to smack Amanda across the head. Hearing her yell again he samcked her hard two more times drawing blood then kicked her causing her to hit the ground.

The beating however seemed to show her that silence was her best option to avoid further brutality at the hands of the Russian mobster. “Please Niko were past the formalities, I am quite the fan of your work you’ve earned the priveledge, the right to call me Hector.”

“Thank you I apologize, I like to maintain a certain level of professionalism with all my clients, even you.” The mobster retorted as he put the pistol down on the hand of the chair he was sitting in. Standing up to stretch his legs he took out his own pack of smokes, as well as a lighter to spark up. Taking a few inhale and releasing the anxiety numbing carcegenic smoke fromhis lungs put him at ease. “We have the girl, I’ve been in communication with her father. He seems to get the picture of the consequences that will be coming if he cannot produce your $150,000. As it stands he has around eleven more minutes before the deal is done and I’ll be transporting her to Mo’s Knights as they’ve offered 200 thousand for her purchase.”

“Perfect, perfect so either way we’ll get paid, seems like you’ll be receiving a bonus then? Either way the $35 grand I’ve offered you as a consultation will be paid out regardless of the results, arrangments are already set up for the transfer of payment.” Hector grinned eager to get revenge on those who wronged him financially, and also keep his word with those who furthered his goals & agenda to fuel & grow his criminal narco operation.

“Glad to hear that Hector, it’s always a pleasure doing business. I’ll keep you in touch if they decide to move forward with the payment.” After a few more short words were exchanged the conversion ended. By this point Niko had put out his smoke and ashed out, retrieving a book on the floor by his chair. Think & Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill, one of his favorite works of literature he’d ever come across.

“You’re a monster, my parents don’t have money like this! They didn’t do anything wrong, with what you could do why are you like this! You could help people, instead your acting like a monster just like the news says!” Amanda’s fear was rising rapidly as time was ticking, and mind filled with fear of being sold into slavery a couple continents over. Being captured by this man over the apparent “sins” of her father, a moral & dedicated prosecutor from New York who did nothing but his best to make the world a better place.

“You are brave, or perhaps very stupid? Regardless I don’t know whether to admire your spunk or be eager to cash you out. Honestly this is just business, but you’ve personally made me irate, and if it wasn’t for the money on your head or rarther involved with it, I might just do you in myself, I don’t know what seems more interesting eaten by sharks or pirahana’s, although I can imagine dropping you in a volcano would also be very very interesting. “He stopped pondering which of these awful methods of torture would be the most satisfactory to him. He was truly an amoral man, with the suffering his family went through he had little patience for anyone.

Before Amanda could protest further there was a knock at his door.” Open up” He retorted wondering what could be the point of the intrustion, but was pleasantly surprised when none other than his older brother Krieve stepped in. He was holding a half full bottle of Absolute Vodka and taking a shot straight out the bottle. “Hello Brother”

“Now now Krieve, this is not the time for a drink. Well it’s always time, but I’m in the middle of handling some important matters with the pale one over there.” He grinned referencing the girl he had prisoner. Being spoken about with such disregard she fought back against tears in her eyes knowing she was almost out of time before her life was to take an even darker turn for the worst.

“Understood, I’m just letting you know we’ve secured the Mao society as a potential clients for weapons transportation, they’d like a sit down either later this evening or tomorrow to discuss terms.” Krieve took another shot not even bothered by the taste of the powerful alcohol he was drinking.

“Perfect, you know me so well brother. This is actually news that I wouldn’tmind being interrupted with at any time. Go head and set it up, with the money they have we’ll grow even richer if they book us for work.” Niko was satisfied things were moving along wonderfully. To think all of this had almost ended had the DEA managed to capture him that fateful day of the Incident when he was pulled over in his truck full of cocaine.

“Will do brother, keep me informed about the matter, and what the result is. I know you’re a fan of Salzaras, just make sure we get paid.” Krieve made his way out of the blank room shutting the door behind him afterwards going about to contact the Mao Society to inform that if they were ready that Niko was on board to proceed with future plans of working together.

Within a few minutes a ringing was heard coming from an alarm he’d set on his phone, and Niko clasped his hands together.” Well well well it seems that your parents didn’t come through, your right perhaps the don’t have the money. But my handlers, those Knights oh yes they do.”

“You fucking monster! You piee of shit I hate you!!! I hate you.” Amanda yelled out now no longer holding back as whatever painful fate awaited her she was going to be subject to.” Niko walked over to her slowly when his phone buzzed againand he opened it to read a message that caused him to stop.

“Oh my….this is interesting.” Niko seemed somewhat disappointed eyes burrowing as he continued reading the message, the phone buzzed a few more times as he got a few more messages back to back.

“What…what..happened.” Amanda’s rage had immediately quelled, the tone Niko used wasn’t one utilized by him with her since her capture three days ago. Her mind was racing with ideas, wondering if perhaps an even worst fate awaited her. With the powers she knew Niko had, there were so many horrible things he could do to her, although being sold into indentured sexual servitude for the rest of her life was one of the worst things that could possibly happen.

“It seems your father might love you, well sort of. He came up with 100 grand, and Hector seems to think it’s satisfactory…your free to go.” Niko walked over to Amanda pulling out a knife and cutting through the barbed wire then taking a stpe back.

Amanda was shaking as tears began to roll down her eyes, for the past 72 hours her life was filled with fear and living hell. Besides being fed worst food then was served in the prisons and being tied up as well as hit several times for speaking out against her captors the thought of never seeing her family again was one that filled her mind, as well as the new circumstances of her life,.” What…are you serious your letting me…go…my dad got the money..” Amanda was nearly stunned it was so much to take in, after living her life in pure terror it seemed by the slightest of chances her father had come through for her.

“Yes..lucky brat, time to go home.” Niko raised his arms and a massive portal opened up sucking Amanda in with force causing her to scream. Wondering if perhaps this was a truck she clenched her teeth and closed her eyes. Within seconds she was falling through another potal appearing next to her father and mother, her parents rushing to embrace her.

“Mom…dad….oh my god I love you.” Tears rolled down Amanda’s face at her parents embrace, the whole family tearful at the reunion.

“Honey I’d never let anything happen to you, I love you!” Her father spoke in between tears hugging his daughter. He’d ended up selling his own house the only way he could possibly manage to get the money required to get his daughter back. On top of that emptying out his life savings, but it didn’t matter to him. He had his daughter back from those monsters.

“I love you dad, I love you mom.” Never thinking this moment could come again it felt as if her world had been filled with light again. She was once again able to breath, she was gone from those monsters, she was free.

“Amanda..”Her mother spoke just one word and Amanda looked up to see her mother then felt all the color drain from her face. A sword had been impaled through her neck, and her body dropped to the ground.

“MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” A toe curling scream erupted from Amanda’s lungs seeing her mother drop to the ground blood spewing from her neck, and saw that none other then Niko was standing there behind her body smiling. “NO!!!!!!! WHY YOU FUCKING MONSTER!!!! NOO”

“No…No..No…I paid you why….WHY!!!!!” Amanda’s father yelled out and Niko clapped his hands.

“Yes yes you paid Salzaras but you forgot, I took this job because you personally ruined my life! You put my brother away you destroyed my family, so now I’m here to destroy yours. Honestly I have to thank you for coming up the cash, because you’ve made my payday a hell of a lot better, say bye bye.”

A portal opened up behind Amanda who began screaming as it sucked her in and the portal closed, the father gasping seeing his daughter sucked away again. “NO!!!! WHAT DID YOU DO WHERE!!! NO!!” The father whipped out his gun only for it to be sucked through a portal. A second portal appeared next to Niko and the gun dropped in his hands.

“Shut up bastard.” Click..Click the trigger was pulled and two bullets were fired into the prosecutor’s feet, both the right and left. He screamed in pain falling to the ground, screaming & crying. “As per the original threat, your daughter’s been sold to Mo’s Knights for a life of slavery. After I told them the deal was at risk of being terminated, they offered me 250 grand, 50 more then original. Since the contract with Hector satisfied guess what. That means all the money’s mine, your daughters a slave, your wife’s dead, and you won’t be walking easy for a while. Now then that was fun business, I don’t know what to you to die. I want you to live in hell I’ve created for you, I’ve already called 911 the ambulance is on the way. Every waking moment you will remember me, and remember my brother. Every minute, every second, every mili-second more on this earth you utter a breath I will occupy your thoughts. The hopeleness and terror that stroll through that little brain of yours will dictate your emotions until the day you meet your maker. My final warning to you is this, disclose my identity to ANYONE, anyone at all, speak about it, write about it, a text and I will cut your mother's head off. She's the ONLY family you have left that you can contact and you know I mean business. You've seen what I can do, the only...and I mean ONLY reason she still draws breath is simply to use as a tool against you to keep you quiet. Don't try me or I'll pick you up to watch your mother's beheading. Now then thank you for helping me get paid almost 300 grand today, oh my gosh it’s wonderful. Enjoy Hell sir, good bye.”

The prosecutor screamed out as a portal opened up sucking Niko in, and quickly closing behind him. The Prosecutor lay on the ground screaming bloody murder laying on the ground adrenaline rushing through him and feeling pure agony at his daughter’s kidnapping and wife’s murder unable to do much more then crawl and turn his body over to not look at his wife’s dead body. Tears poured down his eyes as his fists slammed into the ground beneath him. In his mind he was pleading for help from God as he heard sirens in the distance. Years of putting away monsters just trying to do the right thing to make the world a better place. In the end what did that get him, his house was sold, his life savings depleted, his wife dead, and his daughter sold into slavery. “God..why…why…GOD WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The screams of a broken man filled the room. Twisting and turning snot rushing down his nose as he cried feeling as if the world was closing on him. He felt his chest tighten and began groaning as the pain increased, and the approaching sirens grew louder. “Why have you forsaken me.” The beaten man of law, persecutor of the unjust lay down defeated, he’d truly lost everything.

Fractured, Real World Superhumans

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Floyd Banker & Silver Predator

Location: Atlanta, Georgia; USA.
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Location: Atlanta, Georgia

“Bruh you really the man no cap dawg, like you lawyer gotta be jewish, he jewish ain’t he” The urban tone of Cain Lewis, a notorious inner city cocaine dealer rung out as he examined a high caliber gun in his hand. The person he was speaking to Taylor Finch, a cop under heavy scrutiny for an arms trafficking case.

Taylor just rolled his eyes, he wasn’t in the mood for politicking right now. Dealing with the heat from internal investigations was enough the last thing he wanted was quips from his criminal customers, although he had been intercepting seized weaponry & selling it to members of Cain’s gang, as well as a few other dangerous criminal organizations in the inner-city of Atlanta for criminal proceeds, he still didn’t enjoy small talk with them.

“Look yall, you got ya weed, I’m getting the fuck outta here. “ Another familiar face, Floyd Banker, a marijuana dealer who was rising up in the distribution. Just like the rogue officer he didn’t want to parlay any longer then needed to get any business done.

I can’t believe I’m of the same mind as the dope dealer, maybe I’m in the wrong side business. No, that’s stupid, pot has a stench, and I really do hate the order The rogue law enforcement agent wasn’t going to be pulled into any more criminal endevours not when his case had just been closed. “Come on then Cain, you heard him, let’s get moving, I’m sure everyone’s trying to move along.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, aye BITCH bring Banker his racks, white boy too.” The narcotic salesman demanded directing his demand to a female who could be seen edging out the front door.

Making her way over to Floyd with a stack full of blue hundreds, she slipped it through his car window, then reached in her other pocket for a far more hefty stack of bills for Taylor. Floyd didn’t wait around any longer, and hit the gas making his way out of there with the deal over with. “Hmmm” Taylor pondered going ahead and counting the money bill by bill.

“Man c’mon we good money over here, long as the white selling, I’m paying full price for these motherfuckers, rather get caught with it then without it even if I’m a felon ya digg.” Cain was more then casual with the rogue man of justice, looking over the crate of weapons he delivered. He noticed the female he was with was even less chatty then him, and had little if not anything to say.

“Cmon Taylor, you see it, you got it let’s go.” She barked clearly not in the best of moods. Cain wanted to roll his eyes at Linda, Taylor’s partner even involved in crime she still had that annoying authoritian tone in his voice he’d come to dislike from the police.

“Sounds like the one wearing the pants saying it’s time to hurry up, shit well you be on your way dawg, lemme know when the next shipment coming, I’m trying to drop a dub on it.” Cain retorted, more then ready to spend 20 grand for another delivery of high powered artillery.

“Right well I’ll be on my way, pleasure….doing business.” It almost felt disgusting to utter that to such a controversial low down individual. But then what did that make him, with the illicit transaction over he made his way back into the vehicle where Linda was on edge & ready to go.

“Your wasting too much damn time, this is why you got a fucking case. We get in, get the money, and get the fuck out. You should have let me do this by myself.” His partner in enforcement retorted clearly irate with how “long” The entire process was taking, even though the entirety of the transaction couldn’t have encompassed more then ten minutes. He was well aware of the time spent doing shady conduct, although he was reaping the benefits & his financial situation was appreciative, he too didn’t want to carry on with the more compromising aspects of it any more then possible.

The police cruiser started up, and they bolted out of the slums where they’d just gotten paid. “Look I know how you feel, how the fuck do you think I feel, I literally wouldn’t have gotten away with this if it wasn’t for.”

BOOM!!!!! A loud noise filled their ear dreams, and Taylor whipped around to see what appeared to be…a boat had been flung into the trap-house he’d just sold the weapons to. “What the fu-“

BOOM, no time to react as the air-bag slammed into both him and Linda. For what felt like an eternity he felt a nauseating feeling as the cruiser they were in went airborn. Catching a glimpse of what appeared to be a man in some sort of gray uniform before the cruiser slammed into some nearby railing, further damaging the car, and causing blood to splatter on the bag from the impact. “LINDA!!!” What the fuck is..”

“Shit..it’s him he’s…he’s real…he’s.” Before Linda could speak any more, the blank suited man was punching through the driver side window grabbing Linda by the neck and with little to no force breaking her neck.

“Oh shit!!!” [i]Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck [i] Taylor whipped out his gun and began unloading firing rounds into the masked cop killer. Although to his dismay it appeared the bullets had no effect on the silent killer. “No…what the fuck, listen, you just killed a fucking cop, your going to get it you hear me, you fucking.” Before he could speak the silent costumed man lunged forward and punched a hole right through Taylor’s upper chest, then pulled his hand back the white suit now stained with blood.

Taylor let out a few gurgling noises as his life flashed before his eyes, the final moments causing him to re-direct his choices as he slipped away into the abyss. On-lookers in traffic watched In shock to see what happened, as the seemingly mute masked murderer took to the skies, and a loud boom of what they could only assume was the sound barrier breaking was heard as he took off into the distance leaving behind the mangled bodies of the rogue arms dealing police officers.

In the distance pulling into a parking lot was the marijuana dealer from earlier putting his car in park in the residential parking of his apartment complex. “What the hell!!!?” His eyes raised in disbelief as he scrolled through his twitter feed in shock, seeing a boat lodged into Cain’s house, and quickly reading.

“The Silver Predator strikes again, this time suspected arms trafficking officer Taylor Finch the latest casualty. Who is this man, one of the Empowered, perhaps something more? Little is known about this individual, except in the past two week’s he’s been spotted in Georgia, Florida, Alabama, & North Carolina, murdering 72 suspected criminals, which today for the first time included two police officers.”

Reading the caption Floyd was shaking with fear. Yo….that coulda been me, fuck…this shit is nuts…like bruh!!!! Bruh in the reject Silver Surfer costume..is really clapping folks…and this was down the street from me..Yo maybe that Liz bitch was right...that shit she been saying hell that I been seeing....maybe…naw…naw…this just a co-incidence bitch needs to take her ass home ASAP soon as she wakes up I'm kicking her ass out my apartment gotta go home baby,I'm thinking bout the wrong shit anyway this Silver motherfucker got 72 bodies right now, and the last eight people he killed was in the A. Engrossed in his thoughts and filled with fear he stepped out of his vehicle almost falling to the ground feeling as though his legs were made of jello.

“Man…fuck..if there’s a really a dude flying around, ripping dudes in the game apart, I need to lay low…for real. Fuck I need a blunt, fuck that I need a backwood, whole 3.5..to the dome Jesus…this is nuts.” Floyd muttered to himself, his rapidly accelerated breathing slowing down as he paused to look around to see if the super powered costumed killer was in the vicinity. Shit..I’m all good right now, Im finna take my black ass inside, I ain’t leaving to serve NOBODY not nun not now, uh huh hell to the fuuuuck no until this dude out capping motherfuckers in NY or somewhere far as fuck from here shit Taking one more precautionary look around to ease his mind of the tension that built up from what he just read in the twitter thread irregardless of the fact that being attentive wouldn’t do anything about someone who could fly and rip through cars like paper. Feeling at ease he made his way into the hallway of the complex, and headed to his room with some added pep in his step thanking the Holy Father & his guardian angels he hadn’t ended up getting ripped in half like Cain.

Fractured, Real World Superhumans

Haley Thomas

NAME

Haley Denise Thomas

AGE

27

GENDER

Female

HEIGHT

5'3

WEIGHT

125 lbs

ETHNICITY

Canadian

SEXUAL ORIENTATION

Heterosexual

RELIGION

Slightly spiritual

OCCUPATION

Teacher

ABILITY

Age shifter: ability to change her age at will, making her look and sound younger or older.

BACKGROUND

Haley was born and raised in a middle-class family in Toronto. She was the youngest of two kids, her older brother, Benjamin, being 2 years her senior. Given her privileged upbringing, Haley never got into trouble as a teenager. In fact, compared to her brother, her parents would say she was a saint. Haley got along with her classmates and was never involved in any fights. She was the soft spoken type, and family members adored being around her since the time she was a little girl.

Once she graduated high school, Haley felt like she needed to get away from her home town for a while. She went away to attend the University of British Columbia to pursue a teaching degree. The girl had always been smart, and the fact that she loved teaching others meant she had chosen the right career path. Her four years in school went by quick, and it only took a couple of applications before she was called in for an interview and offered a teaching position at a high school. Haley gladly accepted, and she knew she was going to love her new position.

When she was 25, Haley met her boyfriend, Zach. The two got along splendidly, though as of late they had been getting into some intense fights. The day the incident occurred, Haley was waiting to have a conversation with Zach. When he got home, the conversation was civil for a minute or two before it turned into a shouting contest. Both Haley and Zach reached a point where they were nearly seeing red, and the last thing Haley remembers is announcing their relationship was over before she vanished from existence.

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Fractured, Real World Superhumans

VOLUME ONE - RAGNAROK

Miami Florida, at a High School located on the outskirts of downtown

Diana Gray just let out an exasperated sigh as she sat down at the lunch table, tray in hand looking uninterested at her food. Once a popular student, and cheer-leader in a relationship with the lead quarterback of the football team, Myles her life was in a much different place. Ever since “The Incident” had occurred her life had become a living hell, even with her father Tristan’s efforts to make things better. Her father had done everything in his power to hide the effect that she was one of the people that had been disintegrated, and re-materialized especially about the notion that those who vanished were some type of freaks with superhuman powers began spreading.

Although at first, she thought that made no sense, being disintegrated was also something that wasn’t exactly a common occurrence. And sure enough soon she had manifested her own ability, leading to a car accident, beams of heat had emrged from her eyes while driving leading to a car accident. Already dealing with rumors of being a freak as her fellow class-mates were starting to put things together, actually manifesting powers was an even bigger burden that she was doing everything and I mean everything in her power to hide. Going from a cheerleader with immense popularity to being an isolated loner that even her sex appeal couldn’t help was a serious blow to her pride & struck a nerve with her vanity.

Still the rumors of what was going to become of those with powers, and how the Government was reacting was enough to keep her to herself not wanting to end up on some dissection table in a hidden lab somewhere. What a life, it’s literally already damn near a living hell damn it. Depressing thoughts about the situation that was now her life filled her mind as she looked down at the tray uninterested in her food that was steadily growing colder as she sat alone at her own table during lunch, know a daily occurrence for the once popular diva.

“Wow your really a freak, I can’t believe I use to fuck you, pussy was trash anyway” She heard her ex bark few feet away from her, elicting an erupter of laughter from nearby students.

Myles “Wow how clever, you wish you could still fuck me just scared of your little football teams judging you fuckwad, honestly that says a-lot about you worried more about what other guys think then getting pussy, maybe you’re the real freak.” Without even thinking she snapped the combination of social isolation & social obscurity now being called out in-front of people she had snapped not wanting to be disrespected by her ex in public. This response seemed to get the desired effect causing the students who’d laughed at Myles previous comment to roar with laughter even more then after what he said.

“Damn!!!!!! Bro you gonna let that bitch talk to you like that” One of his team-mates said roasting him but also somewhat coming to his defense, as Myles seemed to become furious as noted by the reddening of his face.

“Wow haha so funny, fucking freak” Not wanting to let this blow do any more damage to his reputation, he flung his tray at her launching mashed potatoes & “mystery” meat in her face and hair to win this bout between bickering students in the cafeteria. “Now your face looks like just as fucked up as your pussy, fucking freak”

Boiling with unquelled rage, finally a come back and now she was subject to even more laughter. Her rage was rising as she put her down in shame, what the hell had she done to deserve this relentless torment? Irony, although it wasn’t something she wanted to admit as one of the former “popular” mean girls she’d been a prominent individual who dished out such torment to less fortunate students herself prior to this weird turn of events. “Why the fuck…won’t you just leave me alone! Damn it! What the fuck do you want Myles, you piece of shit!”
“What do I want? Oooh not so quick with the come-backs now huh, I just want entertainment.” Flashing a cruel smile Myles was happy to know he was winning, popularity such a fickle thing in this period of their lives, yet one he & many others were in constant relentless pursuit of. The drive for social acceptance was one of major motivating factors of many cruel actions by high school students around the country.
“Fuck you…Fuck you Myles!!!!! I hate you.” Fighting back embarassement as tears welled in her eyes. No matter what it seemed she couldn’t be left alone. Hearing the continued laughter & murmur from other students regarding her predicament. Her ostracization, and now social torment getting to her just like the mesh of food lodged into her hair.
“Yeah not any more, I’ve moved on to slimer, thicker & better bitches Di, I’m never going back to you” His voice rung out in her ears and it seemed it wasn’t possible for her to have any more shame.

The rage she felt moments ago had grown immensely, and she felt herself shaking, as Myles kept talking. Although she was past the point of listening, the lunch hour nearly over her appetite lost, and her desire to be done with all of it reaching a boiling point. Then it happened, a mound of rage manifested itself in the form of searing red energy in her eyes. No not here not now….fuck…know fuck these idiots I don’t care, I don’t fucking care. I hate all of them “FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!”
“Enough with the yelling you fucking bitch, I’m done wasting my time with you. Long as you realize your place..I..”
But that was far as far a Myles comments went, as Diana looked up at him her face filled with anger & her eyes searing with energy. “What….the fu-“
Not another word escaped his lips, before a blast of energy emitted from her eyes tearing through his abdomen. Screaming in bloody horror as the beams of energy ripped through his mid-section, she fell from her seat guided by the power flowing from her body. Turning to the side in fear the beams of destructive energy tore across the room, tearing through the bodies of other students in the cafeteria.
Mass Hysteria & panic filled the dining hall of the high school, as students began running from their lives at the murderous display of superhuman power. “GO TO HELL!!!!” Now a willing participant in her explosion of power, no longer catering to her sympathies of human life she allowed her destructive power to reign free. Energy filling her eyes again as she got up and reigned fiery death from her iris her student tormentors as the desperately fled.
Myles body had fell to the cafeteria flood, now laying in a pool of blood from the damaging beams that had tore through his chest. Energy beams surged uncontrollably from her eyes tearing through not so innocent bystanders, and demolishing the structure of the facility around her. The screams of bloody murder roared through the hallways overshadowing Diana’s wails of frustration over letting her destructive power upon the rest of the school.

One Month later, within the confines of Travis Mendez’s Church New Hope Foundation , Miami Florida.

“It..It was horrible, I literally thought I was gonna die” A blonde haired female in some robin jeans & a truk-fit high top sat on the pulpit with a solemn look on her face. A “Survivor” as she was described of the superhuman slaying of several of her class-mates a month prior was speaking about at the destruction & blantant loss of life she experienced at the hands or rather eyes of Diana Gray’s murderous rampage.

Travis Mendez, was an influential protestant preacher who was known for his hard staunch against the Empowered & belief that they were demons in human form, if not the spawn of Satan himself. “You see this, you hear this innoncent girl’s cries! 88 students, young people, pieoneers of the next generation senlessly murdered at the hands of these monsters, 150 in critical condition, 15 of which died after succumbing to their injuries within the week following that demon’s vicious attack.”

The girl burst into tears hearing the pastor recite the horrific events she experienced at her now closed school. Travis put his hand on her shoulder to console her, and shook his head. “Please, I’m reaching out to you all, not just my fellow Believers, but all American citizens, really citizens of the world. How much more death & destruction must we allow before we put an end to this! The talk in Washington of this Empowered Registration Bill need not be stalled, in-fact I dare say the bill itself is not enough. Enough with talks of trying to control or even imprison these monsters, the only solution is death!!!!!!” The pastor balked addressing his live televised audience, pleading to the American public to put an end to the monstrosity of the Empowered.

For him, the past five months had been a living hell. I regardless of the lives lost in the “Incident” itself, having lost the lives of his son & daughter at hands of an Empowered individual three months ago, he was determined to do everything in his power to bring the American public, perhaps even the global populace together to stand firm & work together for the execution of every Empowered being on the planet. For him this wasn’t just a mission motivated by his religious belief in the heavenly father above, but a personal story of vengeance to wipe out the very “things” as he so described them that took the lives of his children & permanently plunged his every waking moment of life into a continual living nightmare.