Chulance

Fractured, Real World Superhumans

Monroe, Alabama - Drug Warehouse - Craig & Loud

“Craig what the word is?” A skinny African American man with several tatto’s was seen loading shipments into the back of an SUV with some other accomplices. Craig the man he was speaking to was simply wearing sweat-pants and a sleevless White T. They were located at a warehouse in Monroe, Alabama. Inside the warehouse several others Hispanic & blacks mostly could be seen loading up assortments of illicit pills & powders within toys.

“The word is we moving Lincoln’s shit Loud, he got us eating man we running shit in Alabama. Ain’t nun going stop us now, shit even the cops can’t stop bruh now.” Craig flashed a smile as he was cleaning off one of his guns sitting in the corner smoking a black n mild while counting up some money with two women at both sides of the table silently arranging money after stuffing it in a money counter.

“You really think that huh, heard Lincoln came back as one of them motherfuckers from the Incident.” Loud replied, clearly the name was conjured up from his affinity with the cannabis plant.

“I know so, we know this day was coming. I mean ain’t it written, that our people suppose to rise up. Shit back in the day that’s what the Panthers was fighting for or sum like that.” Craig mused as he placed rubber bands around some more stacks of money and tossed them into a duffel bag at his feet.

“Ion think it was written like tha,t but I see what I’m saying. I’m just saying just cause he got super powers, we don’t nigga. You see what I’m saying, and we goin hard with the weight, and Bama don’t play.” Loud said coming over to take a seat at the table sparking up a marijuana clip taking in a few deep inhales.

“Don’t tell me you getting scared now huh. Some folks get dusted like Thanos really out here or sum shit, then mothefuckers showing up doing Justice League tricks in real life, and now motherfuckers scared. Well Guess what ain’t shit changed, the police don’t got super powers, but my nigga we do! That’s the only thing that changed, and the more metal man out there ripping officers up out here and the A, the less the going get to stepping when thy see our gang moving.” Craig was confident in himself counting some more money and accepting the blunt that Loud passed to him.

“Man who scared bruh I’m just trying to make sure we ain’t drastically lowering our life exptenacy, it wasn’t like we was going broke no time soon anyway, but enough I can’t stand when a motherfucker try me just for some common sense.” Loud shook his haed clearly irritated by the question as Craig passed the clip back.

“Man I’m just jerking ya chain, yo ass be acting tighter then a choir bitch. Sheesh, look all I’m saying is we going up in the food chain, not the opposite bruh you feel me. When you out here and you moving and you got the power shit tends to happen, that’s how everything in the world works just look at the rich white folks, they get down more dirty then darkest of brothers.” Craig said laughing as he reached for a bottle of Jack on the table, and downed a few gulps.

“You ain’t lied about that, it’s bout time we get ours anyway. I’m trying to get the new Bentley truck yu know what I’m talm bout, that motherfucker go hardd. I’m talm bout I’m sliding wit three fo five bitches to the spot after we leave club now.” Loud said laughing as he finished the clip and put it out.

“See ya ass wanna get scared with all the shit going on, but the. Money the mulaaaa got you brave boy. That what I’m talm bout, mean with the green, get it done like a machine.” Craig said laughing and joking with his pal.

As the criminals continued conversing and outside trucks filled with narcotics were getting ready to pull off they suddenly heard a loud boom. Both Loud & Craig quickly whipped out their guns, with Craig dumping the last of the counted drug money into the bags. Craig stood up and inched towards the garage door of the warehouse as more loud noises wre followed each seemingly dramatically louder the last. “Man what the fu-“

Before he oculd speak a beam of pure solar energy burst through the garage door slicing through the room cutting gang members in half. The entire door was kicked down as Silver Predator stepped in the room machine gun in hand opening fire. Several members of the gang opened retallation fire only to see in shock the bullets bouncing off the masked vigilante.

“OH hell naw!!! That’s bruh from the news that’s bruh from the news!!!” Loud screamed and started running tripping over Craig’s body that had been sliced in half by the light beam.

The two women screamed as another beam of solar energy slammed into both of them causing them to burst open blood splattering some of which rained on Loud’s body. Screaming the drug dealer grabbed the two duffel bags and hit the fastest sprint he’d ever taken managing to get out the door. “Oh no oh oh oh no oh hell no!!!!!!!!”

Loud looked around in a panicked state before spotting his jeep and rushed to the car. Quickly tossing the bags full of money in and plunging the keys in the ignition he jammed his foot on the gas speeding away from the warehouse as the whole facility went up in flames. “Oh shit!!!! Ah hell naw I’m out! Man fuck that shit!! FUCK IT!!!!

Loud cursed loudly swerving through the streets driving as fast as possible and within minutes had made his escape. “Oh naw I dun seen it all naw I’m going back to Jersey, and I’m finna lay low. Low low can’t fuck around no mo, but at least I got the cho cho’s!!! Yessur!!! BABY!!!!! The strong will survive, no matter what Loud going thrive.” Loud grinned as his heart was pounding but it seemed in the end he’d managed to get away with his life and Craig’s money.

“Man that shit was..oh…” Before he could speak any more he saw he wasn’t on the ground or at least the jeep wasn’t. Turning to the left he saw the hand of the Silver Predator and began screaming. The Predator had lifted his vehicle into the sky and took flight high into the sky.

“Ah man wait man! AH MAN!!! HOL UP!!! This shit nuts bruh you suppose tot ake a brother to jail or court or sum ain’t it what the fuck you doing!! I know my rights!! Ayeee you can have the money it’s all good look!!!!” The man’s protests went unheard as Silver Predator had flown him high into the sky.

“I don’t want your money you filthy ape.” The Silver Predator spoke those words only then flung the car down to the ground. Loud screamed for his life as the car plummeted until it crashed into the remains of the warehouse. Loud died instantly and the vehicle was crushed. The blaring sound of sirens was heard as they all sped towards the wreckage of Lincoln’s former drug warehouse. Silver Predator observed from the sky with pure contempt for the criminals.

“No criminals, no crime will thrive as long as the Silver Predator is alive.” Speaking to himself high in the sky he took off with a massive sonic boom being heard inhis wake as the masked vigilante flew off from the scene of destruction & bodies he left behind.

Atlanta, Georgia - King's Trap House - King & Cornelle Lincoln

“Another body catch a body WHOLE GANG catch bodies! Got a body caught a body we don’t know nun bout it! All my niggas in my hood everybody catching bodies! Shoot yo ass in yo face know yo bitch ass ain’t bout it!” Young Nudy was blaring from a loud speaker in the living room from the inside of a worn out house on the West Side of Atlanta, a couple people were walking around back and forth through the house.

Women without clothes were seen in the kitchen cooking up crack cocaine, while some of them were spread to other parts of the room politicking with the men and bagging up different assortments of a variety of drugs. “Ayo say King you said Floyd came and got 3 bags yesterday?” One of the men a dread head dressed in all red indicating his gang affiliation and smoking a gigantic blunt stuffed with 9 grams of cannabis.

“Man Kay you know this, Banker moving up in the game, my boy ain’t hustling them dimes no more, he just fucking em fucking off the profit.” King laughed another dealer in the room, his drug of choice was in his hand a couple MDMA crystals. He licked them off his hand, shuddering at the bitter test of the emotion enhancing narcotic before washing down the taste with a pineapple fanta. “Woo..Wee this Molly taste like some rank ass gahh damn, this bitch finna biting on them campuses Georgia State, Spellman, shit Moorehouse all them.”

“Shit Ion know bout yu, but I could neeva neva EVA take my black ass to Moorehouse. I mean come on dude who came out with that campus is a mafucking rainbow, you dig that shit SUS…PECT” King retorted laughing as he took a few more hits from the perfectly rolled fronto he was hitting before going to ash it coughing all the while.

“Man I see where you coming from but you going have to watch yo tone. My lil bro go there and he been beating down bitches backs since the sandbox ya digg, no fruity shit.” Ray voiced his own concerns about King’s cousin and supposed affiliation what with attending that school and all.

“Shit that motherfucker is apples, oranges, wit a lil bit of pineapple. Fruity ass, it might ran in yo family dawg, shit would explain so much.” King

“Aye aye yall see this!” A busty black chick wearing nothing but some PINK bra and panties came rushing in the room sitting on the couch by King and snatching the remote from him and going to change the channel.

“Aye bitch what the fuck is yo problem!? You seen I was watching that shit, Paternity court is the shit, gives me ideas on what I gotta do to dodge Tesha legally, niggas tryna be smarter and shit these days with sliming.” King protested to his worker changing the channel to something else without his permission.

“Oh my god negro look!!!” Tesha pointed at the screen as she finally settled on the news channel where Donald Trump was on the screen speaking to address the nation. They all watched in shock as Trump discussed the Empowered Registration Bill and what was coming next. The shock continued as it switched to Ivy talking about a bill of her choice, a democratic version of course. It wasn’t long before they were just watching the CNN event. King shook his head.

“Man shit out here just getting nuts ain’t it fucking nuts.”

“You damn right, but yall don’t need to worry about that. Yall need to worry about me.” The three and others turned to see none other then Cornelle Lincoln stepping in with bullet ridden clothes and metallic skin. Two of the gangsters opened fire on Lincoln only for the bullets to have no effect. “Are you blind, you can’t see the metal skin, what the fuck was that suppose to do.” Lincoln said laughing as the gangsters all stood in fear no one wanting to open fire any more.

“Cornelle….what the fuck do you want…” King decided to speak up, he’d had a hate hate relationship with Lincoln & seeing he barged in their trap-house and had superhuman abilities as well was far from a pleasant surprise to the dealers.

“Oh I want the same thing I’ve always wanted, except now I’m going get it or..well.” Cornelle walked over closer to them Tay’s hands shaking as he gripped his weapon.

“Ah man stay back or I’m I.”

“WHAT?!” Cornelle yelled causing Tay to drop the gun and fall to the ground while Tesha looked like she was on the verge of tears. Cornelle chuckcled and rubbed his hands together before grabbing the tacle and tossing it into their television destroying it. “Now Listen up and listen clear. I’m willing to let by gones be by gones okay, yall going need the type of protection I’m offering. Fuck all that shit the orange man is saying, there’s a silver motherfucking freak flying around ripping up people like us and I ain’t talking about powers you dig, if you ai’t noticed Mr. Predator got a preference for victims and they ain’t fair skinned.” Cornelle lsaid dusting some rubble of his hands.

Tay was holding Tesha know who seemed scared while King was trying to process everything going on. “Oh and you suppose to protect us from him?! We ain’t exactly been on the best terms, you just as likely to tear us up as him!”

“Man King don’t egg him on!” Tesha protested, while Tay just put his hands on his face clearly stressed by the whole situation.

“Look Negro, I’m yo best chance! Cuz you make me mad enough to bash yo head inbefore I had powers, but that motherfucker going do it just cause you black, might not even give a fuck about the crack. Then you got motherfuckers attacking CNN, the coming for people like me, and he coming for people like you. So I say our best chances is to stick together, blacks with powers, and blacks with money and we all spread the dope, I just want a percentage 30%, we agree on that and we canstart talking business, and start finding a way to survive in this brand new world this motherfucking Incident created. Or you play by ya self yall regular ass motherfuckers against me, the cops, the Silver Predator & whatever the fuck us else? So what’s it gonna be huh? Take ya chances, better yet shoot me some more? “Cornelle asked pointing at himself with defiance in his voice.

King looked at the remains of his television then back at the metallic man trying to extort him, and then took in a deep breath thinking about how rapidly everything was happening. “Ight Cornelle, I’m listening let’s talk then, cause as much as I hate to admit it shit’s really going crazy out there, so what’s next?”

Cornelle smiled and seemed to ease up a bit. “I’m so glad you asked King, let’s talk, we got a lot to discuss my friend, it’s a braaave new world.” Cornelle grinned showing his metallic teeth indicating he was just getting started with the next phase of his plan for the drug game, the streets & maybe even more.

Atlanta, New York – Nova Consolidated Office – Nathan McAlister & Veronica Moon

Nathan McAlister was sitting at a table reviewing some folders and files on an expensive wooden table. Still wearing the same outfit he had on earlier when he offed Adrian when he was attempting to divulge secrets about him to Father Thomas down at 5 points.

The room was empty except for another woman. A Caucasian lady in her mid thirties wearing some purple pants and a tan button up t shirt. Around her was a bright white lab coat, and some blue gloves. She was sitting at the opposite end of the table aside from Nathan.

“Veronica why the solemn look on your face? You look like you’ve seen a ghost? I.mean with all these extradionary events you might have? You know some people suggest that were in the new Age of Miracles, others they seem to think we might be heading towards the End Times? What do you think Miss Moon, you think we set off the chain of events for the final days?” Nathan asked with a curious tone almost as if everything going on was a game to him.

Veronica looked down at the table, then her eyes jetted to the files then back to Nathan. “How can you speak like that? You realize we’ve literally opened Pandora’s box. None of us had no idea, no right to do this. Legion we had an entirely different plan, we were suppose to save the world, not damn it even further.” Veronica Moon was furious and in no mood for any comedic retorts from the CEO of Nova Consolidated.

“Damn it further? We have over 7 billion people on this planet and growing. We’re running out of resources to support the population, we have terrorism, human trafficking, mass murder, drug trafficking, violent organized criminal organizations, the media trying to insight race wars, political corruption, Lobbyists controlling the direction of our company’s bills, disease, famine, families falling apart? And we damned the world, we are the reason this shit hole is falling apart?! I don’t think so! Cause if I remember correctly our plan was to use that shit, and cut down the population, some Thanos shit, make more room for the people that deserve to be here, that deserve a second chance to make this world better!” Nathan had no time for any more jokes enraged with Veronica’s accusations.

“Oh and how’d that work out for us? Clean a couple billion lives off the planet, only got 200 million and they all came back with fucking super powers! Super powers from fucking comic books, now what? What if they have kids, I bet you have some great sex with your lover if they come back from the fucking dead Nathan! Not that you would know, cause no one loves you! What gave us the right in the first place even for the original idea, we are monsters! I mean Christ, talking about cleaning a couple billion lives, if anyone heard us in Congress, in any sort of Law Enforcement, they’ think execution was too good for us.” Veronica seemed like she was going to fall apart the gravity of the situation, the weight of their actions & the reprecussions on literally the entire world was too much.

“Well guess Veronica, there’s no take backs. As far as I’m aware we haven’t created a time traveler nor a time machine, and with our track record even if we did I wouldn’t mess with the bloody thing. The only thing we have is the god damn future okay. It’s not even over far from that, you said it yourself. We created super-humans, and that was an accident. You don’t get it, that’s the first step in saving the world! What we’ve done is even better then our original plan beyond our wildest imaginations.”

“Nathan we’ve made a mess of the whole planet, some of these people with powers are awful, we’ve created monsters.” Veronica shook her head still not in agreement with the end results of Legion’s actions.

“Listen Veronica, and listen carefully. I want you by my side, just like the rest but if you prove to be..difficult…well like you said there are consequences to our actions even us. You say we made monsters, I think we made solutions. Every problem in this world has a solution. And to think just with that experiment with what we found, we did that by accident, just imagine…..just imagine what we could do on. Purpose.” Nathan smiled as Veronica looked up at him her eyes widening as Nathan smiled. “I have a plan, the best one yet, you see you always win not when you create a problem no but when you create a problem and the solution, when you are both, when you are composed of that duality, then what does that make you Veronica, THAT makes you a god.” Nathan leaned back in his chairs and rubbed his hands together a gleem in his eyes as in his mind what they had started with the “Incident” was just the tip of the iceberg, Nathan McAlister was just getting started.

Fractured, Real World Superhumans

Miami, Florida - Miami Prison - Flint Marrow

“Kill the bitch!!! Kill the bitch!!! Kill the bitch!! Kill the bitch!!” The roaring of protestors outside the Miami Prison was loud. Today Diana Gray’s execution was scheduled, her father Tristan had showed up along with Empowered Human Rights activists to protest the execution of Diana Gray. Her and her father had co-authored a story about her relentless bullying as well as documented evidence of her severe tragedy of her being targated and harassed online.

The story they were going with was that her abilities while dangerous did not make her a malicious killer. She’d already issued an apology statement & agreed to be commited to a facility until she could gain control of her powers or even forever. However several parents & relatives of the students & faculty slain by her power had showed up. It was a nightmare, and today was the set day of the execution.

Even a statement from the infamous Ronald Granger had denounced her life, and many were saying this was a pivotal moment in Empowered-Human relations history that could shape the future for Empowered individuals in the United States. Flint Marrow was seen inside wearing a jean jacket, and some gray pants wolfing down a burger near a security guard who seemed a little ticked off by his behavior.

“What damn it what’s your problem Bradley.” Flint asked with sheer disregard for his nasty eating habits.

“Oh I don’t know man maybe the fact that I can hear you eating the burger, in graphic detail. And I don’t have a fetish for foot porn.” Bradley protested.

Flint looked the prison guard up and down. He was wearing the typical gray lifeless uniform, quite obese to the point it looked like his uninform belt was barely holding him in, and the baton hanging loose on his pants that if he was any bigger would practically be sagging. “Huh I couldn’t tell.” Flint muttered to himself as he took a few more bites.

“You got something to say buddy?! You CIA type think your all that huh, well last I checked we captured this bitch and put her in here, we’re overseeing her damn execution and you just show up to eat some fucking Burger King, take some notes & catch the credit so forgive me for my attitude.” Bradley sneered at Flint who rolled his eyes.

“Well I’ll give you that, you guys captured her and took care of it. And by you guys I mean Miami PD, your just a glorified baby-sitter with some gadgets that you probably barely have to use except for some dehumanized senior citizents, and out of shape wife beaters. Look buddy the sooner this is over we can both go our own ways, hold up I got a phone call be right back the grown up’s are talking.” Flint grinned as he picked up his burger in the wrapper and walked away from the cells to communicate with his handler. “The dashing handsome young devil Marrow speaking how may I help you?”

“Marrow we don’t have time for your humor.” Flint gulped down the last bite he was taking with unease. It wasn’t frequent that he got a call from the big boss himself, Nathan McAlister. His name in the intelligence community was legendary, although he wasn’t particularly known as a field agent. He was well known in the industry that made him rich, and after going through training had ran quite a few operations on the ground that lead to taking down some big names in crime, even killing a few himself.

“I’m sorry boss, I know it’s a big thing. But they’ve got her locked down, I’m here, Kaitlyn’s outside securing the perimeter. Nothing’s going to mess up this execution, the bitch is dead, and she’s full of sedatives so there’s no chance of her using her powers.”

“Good her death right now is extremely essential. We’ve got a-lot of pressure from Washington, besides what those peace freaks are saying outside. Diana Gray is a mass murderer, she slaughtered children for christ sake. Imagine if me or you lost our lives at fifteen, sixteen, or seventeen because someone else called her names. Powers or no powers, someone like that isn’t fit for society. Make this happen for me Marrow, for us, for the country, alright then keep me updates, I want a play by play until that bitch is in hell.” Beep, the phone line disconnected and Nathan was off the line.

“Huh my type of guy, no sympathy for the devil.” Flint finished his burger and tossed the wrapper in the trash bin. Looking outside peaking through the windows he saw sympathizers with their signs, as well as journalist & other media. The Miami Herald was very visible, after all three weeks ago the head of the herald Lori something was assaulted, one of their star journalists had his neck broken & the rest of her staff was reported disintegrated by an empowered maniac who had something against them, so of course their staff was out there supporting the police. “Shit, this is really turning to a mess. These people are tearing up the country, if you ask me we need to be giving the needle to all of these freaks I don’t care if their a human light bulb, put em all in the furnace..” Flint spoke with malice having no mercy for these people.

Honestly he didn’t even feel like they were people, sure some of them were claiming it was an accident. But what Diana did was horrible to him, and it was going to get worst before it got better. As it stood that was one of the most gruesome acts commited by people with abilities to date, and he was in NEDU to make sure nothing similar or even worst happened.

Atlanta, Georgia – Zayas Properties LLC – Adora & Kareem

“Honey are you okay” A middle eastern man with a full grown beard was seen putting a wet rag on Adora’s forehead. Adora shook as the paper towel burned her forehead, she was still recovering from a previous fight she’d engaged in with the Helstrom brothers, now in her true biological form.

“Yes Kareem I told you I am fine, I just slipped & fell.” Adora mused knowing her answer wasn’t satisfactory to her husband.

“Slipped and fell into a beating, you are wise not to say but unwise for I will dish out the full resources in my possession to rid this world of the scum that dared touch you my beloved.” Kareem moved in to lock lips with his wife kissing her passionately. He loved her more then anything else in the world, except for the future children they didn’t yet have.

“And I love you Kareem, just as you have your own private matters to tend to for our success as do I, but in the end they all are divulged and will result in our success, we will have power, we both come from a time where we lacked in all areas, and I just want that to never be the case ever again.” Adora spoke soothingly to her husband, regardless of what she kept hidden from him she loved this man. She wanted nothing to take him from her, and would surely unleash her unfiltered wrath on any who targated him.

“Power is everything to the Zayas but still you worry me. I don’t want to ever come home and find it empty with you taken from this realm to the next not ever, but especially not now.” Kareem confessed as he massaged Adora’s shoulders. “Does this have to do with our business with Salzaras? I can manage more assets to accompany you when your dealing with more unruly individuals.” Kareem was truly concerned, even though he was a corrupt man just like her and was glad to continue their participation in the illicit drug trade to reap the financial benefits he still didn’t want to loose her life.

“No I promise, it’s really just..a bump in the rode, but I’ve squashed it literally..it’s gone.” Adora smirked her husband having no idea how literal her choice of words was. While he was down for violence, and corruption she didn’t want to divulge her murderous streak not yet, by the time she did she wanted to be sure it was the right time. When everything was truly going her way, and she was sure he wouldn’t argue. IT would be unfonrtunate if the man she loved so dearly would have to meet a similar fate to that of her enemies, but unlike him power was the one thing that eclipsed love in her mind, and although it would make her sad she wouldn’t hesitate to remove him from the land of the living if he got in her way.

“Alright honey just stay safe, I’ve got a meeting about a new property in Jersey, I’m going to catch a flight. I’ll be back in two days just promise me you’ll be okay, don’t take on anything you can’t handle..” Kareem said looking at his wife with tender eyes just wanting her to be safe.

“I promise babe, everything’s gonna be okay. In the end nothing can stop us, were a power couple.” Adora gleemed despite her sustained injuries, Kareem had a way of motivating her bringing her strength.

“Alright then I’ll see you soon my love.” Locking arms & lips once more, before saying their final good-byes Kareem made his way out the door to catch his private limo to the airport.

Adora layed back in the couch getting into a relaxed position and putting some pressure on her chest wound with some ice. “I swear to god when I get my hands on those two motherfuckers, and that cop lady I’m going to tear them apart.” Adora seethed with rage, with Kareem out the house she quickly went over to the medeicine cabinet producing some cocaine and some pills.

“Ah now I can relax, too bad you don’t approve hubby you’d be the best person to do this with.” Adora layed out the powder on the table, taking out one of her American express credit cards and crushing up the powder. As she did that she used her ability to cause a glass as well as a 2 liter of soda to float over to the glass table in-front of her. Pouring the contents of the soda in the glass, she picked up three pain-killers & downed them with the drink.

“Wonderful two 2 tens and a 30, I’m feeling frisky.” Adora laughed as she separated the broken down powder into fine chopped lines. Snorting two lines she then reached for the television remote and turned it on. “Hmm the last time I watched this It had me going to CNN, okay blah blah Trump passing a registration law okay…this might work in my favor.” Adora’s lips formed into a sinister inquisitive position as she snorted her third line. The mixture of cocaine & opiates sending her soaring into new euphoric heights as she continued watching the news as it switched to Senator Ivy speaking.

“Awhh they still like us, hmm shame I’m going to have that change that. In due time though in duuuue time, just need to pick up a few more tricks prior.” Adora changed the channel again this time it was talking about Diana Gray’s execution, the murderer responsible for the Miami high school students deaths.

“Alright Jay we’re going to you live down at the prison. Empowered Human Rights Activists have gathered to protest Diana Gray’s execution. On the scene includes her father Tristan Gray, spreading a message that his daughter was relentlessly bullied including by her ex boyfriend former quarter Myles…who unfortunately was slayed by his daughter. Now we’ve heard that prison officials are co-ordinating with the FBI & Department of Homeland Security to secure the site to prevent any interference. This execution will be streamed live at the request of Senator Granger, to inspire the people that there will be no excuses for these powered murderers.” Adora snorted another line and leaned back as the drugs flowed through her bloodstream.

“No excuse huh.” Adora leaned forward wincing from the pain as she pressed the volume up button to turn the television up. “Alright then this is interesting I’m listening to this.” Adora purred as she leaned back in her chair, reaching for a pre-rolled joint to spark as she listened intently to the television screen to continue hearing more live updates about the Diana Gray execution scheduled within the next hour.

Fractured, Real World Superhumans

Atlanta, Georgia - Atlanta Prison - Forace Knight

“You’ve got to be kidding me! I didn’t do a fucking thing!!” The man protested as he was pushed aside by an officer. The man grumbled, Forace was infuriated. To think this all started just leaving to the store to get some formula for his kids. IT was as if the world was closing in on him. Four months ago his wife had been vaporized, and now he was almost hit by a cop who had to be driving drunk. He could remember it clear as day, a white woman of course.

God why are you doing this to me? All I’ve ever tried to do is serve you? My family, my community, be a good person why. The youth pastor grumbled as he trudged along to the next location in his new surrounding. The air was cold, a chill he wasn’t use to. No free man was use to the coldness that was jail both temperature and the reactions you received from other people.

In the air was a tension between you the prisoner & the guards. The Us vs them mentality was stronger here then anywhere else he’d experienced. A youth pastor, and high school counselor he never thought he’d wind up in prison. Although it was true he had some wild momenets in his youth smoking marijuana in the dorms, even going as far as having a threesome on ecstacy while he was suppose to be getting ready to help his father with a sermon his junior year of college during break.

Perhaps this was his punishment. The sins of the past raising forward to ensare him in it’s loops. Still he thought back to the conversation he’d shared with the other woman in the backseat, Rayna Turner. She was the one who’d captured his police brutality experience on video. The result of her interefernce to try to document the unjustice he suffered a black man just happening to be at the wrong place, in the wrong cop’s path was punishment.

He had two charges, one a misdemenour the other a felony. Holding his booking papers his hands were shaking. Just reading the two sentences that sealed his fate, and documented his new status in the legal system was heart breaking. Misdemenour resisting arrest, & Felony assault on an officer, Lauren Kohn. “How could this happen..why me…I’m innocent.”

“You and me both buddy, hell everyone in this room is innocent. None of us deserve to be here, fucking pigs.” A more muscular dingy man spoke. He was already sporting the jail uniform, a shade of blue that seemed very faded. The thought occurred to Forace that these jail uniforms were the epitomy of unsanitary. Still he had on his well to do clothes, casual dress wear. He’d taken up a side gig giving advice to families who had children who were getting involved with gang activity & distribution of illegal drugs at a young age among other crimes against society.

He’d been on his way to minister or rather educate a young man who’d just been arrested with a sizable sum of MDMA crystals two weekends ago when he was wrapped up in Laura’s drama. “Man but you don’t understand I’ma pastor. I truly did nothing, she was driving erratic man. I..I was side swaped nearly slammed into by her racing by in the cruiser swerving through the streets. IT dosen’t make any sense, I’ve never been a-part of the street life or nothing of the sort not to be judgemental. “ Forace realized sitting here in intake, surrounded by criminals he’d best watch his tone and his manner of speech towards these other individuals. Although he hadn’t yet been swapped up clothing wise to the typical jail attire he knew one thing for certain. The police were not on his side, perhaps they never were. All this time he’d managed to stay out of bars was only by the grace of God, but it seemed for every black man it was only a matter of time before the word criminal was attached to their record, and not just how racist old whites described them as manner of speech.

“Shit me neither pastor” The man retorted with a snarl seemingly upset that Forace was already seeming to formulate an opinion about him. “Lemme guess bruh It’s the clothes? Well you know what all of us don’t have a whole dman church supplying us with tithes. I’m a regular ass nigga okay, got three daughtefs I’m taking care of or at least was till I got locked up in this shit hole this morning. The time shit if I know, time go slow as fuck in here every waking moment you just want it obe over. And if you unlucky enough to fall asleep, you wake up mad that you here stuck in this cold ass room feeling like you don’t belong. Name’s Benny by the way.” Benny replied as he leaned back in his chair, arms within his jump-suit to try to accomplish gathering any sort of warmth he could in this cold room.

“Okay then Benny, I’ll bite what did you do?” Forace was curious, although he felt he was special. That perhaps the others in here were truly undeserving, he thought about himself & Raynar locked away imprisoned for crimes that were hardly crimes.

Benny motioned to his jail papers and handed them to Forace causing his eyes to widen. “Yeah Obstruction of Justice, Resisting arrest & threatening a peace officer. All a bunch a bullshit, aka black man too free. I was picking up my daughter from school, found out she had cuts and bruises. I confronted the vice princinple when I found out he liked to get handsy with kids who according to him needed a extra heaping of justice. Course I heard about his parents, long history of putting their hands on black women,. I decided to see how he’d fair against the stronger side of the black species. His brother’s on APD, and well low and behold I’m here, and my daughter might end up in care. With her mother dead…she passed during the incident, driver behind here got vaporized she was driving a SUV, my wife lived on the wild side she didn’t survive on our motorcycle.” Benny paused reflecting on how his life seemed to be systematically getting destroyed.

Forace put a hand on the man, the fellow prisoners shoulder. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have judged. Seeing as what happened to me, I just grew up thinking the law was on our side if we did the right thing if we just played by the rules. But I see how wrong I am no telling how many brothers are in here suffering an atrocious fate at the legal system as a result of the actions of vindinctive hateful racist cops. “Forace spoke the last few w ords with a true bitterness in his tone.

“Yeah you’d be surprised, you can go a long time out of their hands. But after that first arrest, it’s like you start dancing with the devil more and more. More and more options start closing, your family get’s hungrier, and you get pushed. IT’s all a trap, and it makes the world, they world really go round and fucking round. IT’s they word, we just slaves in it.” Benny replied with a sense of defeat snuggling up against his chair to escape the cold air of jail.

“Yeah well no, something gotta change. Something gotta give, I’m not a rich man, but I am a liked man. I’m gonna get me out here, you too Benny. All the brothers & sistas in here without reason which I’m beginning to suspect is a lot. They messed with the wrong one today, I’m coming for them. For all of them, especially this woman Laura Kohn, I’m coming…for her.” Forace spoke with fury in his tone, determined to get out of jail, he was motivated, he was pissed. HE would stop at nothing to make sure she got hers.

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In other news @Psi-Force has been removed from the roleplay :) Giving an update, the powers she had chosen are once again open for the taking.

This Roleplay is coming along very nicely, and it's truly becoming quite the riveting tale about an insight of how superhuman abilities would affect modern society in all manner of ways.

THat being said we are looking for more people to join our ensemble cast. As I speak we are looking for additional talented and creative writers to join the fray.

One thing we could use more of is non-power endowed human characters, female characters & of course those participaiting in law enforcement/government to pursue our empowered cast. :)

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Atlanta, Georgia - Club Diamonds - Floyd Banker, Darrius & Cornelle Lincoln

“Ain’t nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique clique clique. As I look around they don’t do it like my muthafucking click” The hit record including Big Sean, Kanye West, Jay Z and some of hip hop other greats was blaring in the back ground. The scenery was that of a club, day time Club Diamonds to be exact.

One of the most popping places to be in Atlanta, especially for the day-time club scene. The smell of marijuana filled the atmosphere as well as blacks & an assortment of different vapes. The floor was sticky a combination of sweat, sexual fluids, spilled mixed drinks like adios motherfuckers and who knows what else. Inside at the bar stool cracking open a corona by tapping the bottle against the table top with force was none other then Floyd Banker.

He was still trying to shake his mind from the horrific experience he’d seen earlier. So much for a good first impression on Ky’Vie she probably thought it was the weed he was smoking, but he was never one to mess with no wet. Floyd had changed his attire, and was actually much higher then he was when he’d been with her earlier.

Sporting some grey adidas sweat pants, and a plain white tee. Around him was a Robin Jean Jacket, and on his feet some black hirache’s. “Hell yeah I gotchu Kayla.” Floyd grinned referencing the server. She was a light skinned chick with long luscious black hair, and a smile that really showed her off her beautiful lips that had his mind racing & wondering about all the possibitliies.

To the left of him was his friend Darius, one of the head managers of Diamonds. He was dressed in some blue jeans, and a black Migos Culture 2 T shirt. His beverage of choice was a hennesey on the rocks, with just enough ice to keep it cold but not enough so that it was going to start seeping and tasting of water in a few minutes of him not downing the beverage. “Bruh you outta yo damn mind, you hearing what you saying “Darius shook his head listening to his friend talk.

Sure there was lots of nonsense going on, but he wondered if sometimes Floyd wasn’t just talking out of his ass. Like where did this man come up with the shit he was saying. “Okay bruh…I mena I ain’t gonna lie listening to yo shit it’s really crazy like…bruh come on.” Darius was laughing boisteriously at the propetorous claims Floyd was making.

“Man I’m just saying you up here, you said it yo self Mark’s tryna sell this joint and go out to Vegas. We need to the ones that cop this shit and you said bruh only want 85 to transfer the title, we do that and we in there. Motherfuckers be in this bitch lit, that’s phase one, we get us an LLC< and we in the door. Then whatever we the niggas with diamonds forreal. You know what we can do with this joint, first off it’s ALREADY making money. Then any merch NWN{Pronounced NUN], shit going pop off. No Work Necessary, shit that’s us we ain’t tryna do a damn thing, it’s about time we shine we pop off. That brand going nuts, and lemme tell you I been fucking with this bitch Amber bruh, she manage DJ EDA[ED-DAY], bro shit be so fye the thinking he got powers.,” Floyd retorted speaking with an excited tone. His mind was always racing at 100 miles per hour it seemed, and he always had a new idea everyday.

Darius on the other hand was just happy to hang on to his managent position at Diamonds, it let him get his foot in the door as far as always being able to meet people and unlike his over enthuastiac way too far from reality friend Floyd he enjoyed having a position with consistent revenue. “Look man I’m not moving P’s like you, and I’m not high out my mind every day like you either! “

“Bruh you smoke! As much as me, shit damn near more! And you talking about I’m not highi out my mind.” Floyd said the last part in a mocking tone of his friend as he took a few sips of the corona before placing it back down on the table. Grabbing the lime he squeezed it letting the rest of the juice sip into the beer before taking a few more swigs and making a noise of satisfication. “Ah this shit don’t never get old, I swear between this shit with the limes & Blue Moon with the oranges, boiiii Kalep put me on to some FYE shit and I don’t even fuck with him no more.” He said the last part with pure distaste that was one cat he didn’t want to hang out with any time soon, if ever again. Sure he had problems, but the running inside jack among his circle was that was an individual who made Floyd himself look like the representative of stability.

“Yeah well you ain’t doing no favors comparing yourself to that motherfucker for anything. Now let’s say I oblige and decide I might wanna listen to this bullshit your saying, you got anything to back it up? Cause I feel like it’s one of those drugs running through your head, or a combination of em motivating you. Taking about it’s just 85, who the fuck got 85 bands to drop on this shit? You wanna know how much I got in my savings, 22 G’s nigga. And that’s over 2 and a half years, you feel me, and when you started balling? And not that shit you be doing on snapchat, I know bout the prop money dumb ass I was there!!!” Darius retorted exposing one of Floyd’s numerous parlor tricks he utilized on social media to reel women in.

Man This why you can’t tell people nothing…only props I’m fucking with now is my powers Floyd mentally rolled his eyes he couldn’t stand skeptics. Sure things didn’t always work out, and he was always putting together some zany plans like Ed Eddn’Eddy, but guess what sometimes they worked. Reaching in his jacket pocket for a pill bottle he opened it up. Carefully turning the bottle upside down and pouring out the contents.

Percocet pills of different assortments and dosages clattered into the white container. Grabbing his phone and turning on the flash but pointing the phone dowanrd he meticulously organized the pills separating the tens, twenties and the thirites from each other. Plucking a blue pill, and two white ones he popped them inh is mouth and downed the contents of the prescription pain killers with another swig of the corona.

Making sure not to spill any of his precious new addiction from the narcotics he u-earthed he then capped the bottle and slipped it back in his jacket pocket. Hmm on second thought I need to keep yall boys safe. Removing the bottle from his jacket he squeezed both the right & left side siumtaneously to pop the bottle open. Reaching for one of the pills of the strongest dosage, blue in color he split in half.After returning the other half into the bottle and this time transferring his medication the inner pouch on the right side of his jeans he got to work. “I told yo ass I got papers didn’t I huh! You know I ain’t lying about that on my mama, on my soul bruh! I got vaporized, who the fuck going lie about getiting vaporized! You see the shit popping off on the news, you think I wanna be a super cousin to Cirqu So-layyy bruh hell naw. But it is what it is and it ain’t wha it aint.”

Darius just let out an exhausted sigh, sometimes he wondered why he dealt with or better yet tolerated Floyd. He got up checking his phone but really standing up to have his figure block any on-looking pesky eyes. This nigga is a crack-head forreal, but maybe just maybe he really onto something. Every once in a while, hedo actually make sum shake, if he ain’t anything this man is resourceful god knows how… His usual complaint about his friend echoed in his mind as Floyd crushed down half of the pill on top of his ceullar device. As a woman was walking this direction Darius tapped Floyd on the shoulder to move on with his consumption with a quickness.

Taking the hint Floyd had finished rolling up his 100 dollar bill. Inserting the folded currency into his left nostril he leant over and snorted the line of Roxicodone. Feeling the pain killers euphoria flooding his brain he brushed off his phone and deposited the bill now unfolded back into his left pocket where the rest of the money he brought to Diamonds a little of 9 grand sat inhis pocket. “ooooh do you feel it! Do you feeeel it.” Floyd sang out between insuflated and the oral consumption he was definentl on the sky, a very nice mix with the marijuana & alcohol he was consuming, albeit not a safe one,

“No I don’t feel shit except the corona, and the backwood, cause I’m not a fiend bro, talking about I need the perks for my powers. You always need something for something bro so come on go ddamn it tell me what’s going before I go to the back, you know the real ballers that actually wanna spend they money and not count,-re count then sing and talk aloud are almost here and I need to make sure these bitches out there getting my money.”

“Our money Darry.”
“Yeah it’ll be OUR money, when you get us SOME damn money..”
“All in due time, real soon.” Floyd retorted leaning back in his chair embracing the potent mixture of drugs seepin through his blood-stream increasing his relaxation more and more rapidly by the second.

The banter & antics among friends had continued in the bar, seemingly starting to come up with a plan for coming up with the money to purchase Diamonds. A little over two hours had passed in which they’d consumed more drinks, and smoked another quite large backwood stuffed with marijuana. When another third man had. Entered the fray to confront them. Wearing dress clothes, & some sporty shoes, this man seemed to be interested in none other then Floyd Banker.

The man’s name Cornelle Lincoln, a quite prominent member of the Black Disciples who’d been making a name for himself in the Drug Game moreso after he’d returned from being Dusted. Word on the street was he was interested in declaring & taking control of the drug market in Atlanta, Georgia by force and no one would stand to be in his way. Not only that he was allowing no one in the African American community of dealers in the inner-city to move weigh without him getting a piece of it.

When Cornelle entered Diamonds, of course without paying a penny to the club and with no protest from the Bouncers, there were some murmur from some of the strippers & even some other guests who were familiar with Cornelle’s reign of terror on dealers who felt they had no need to cut Cornelle into their profit. The quit chat was of course related to Floyd who’d made more then a few marijuana sales since he’d been in Diamonds.

“You really think that huh, even if you’ve got these powers? What of everyone else, and what you think about the crackdown that’s finna go down Floyd? I dunno if your just high right now or what but as your friend this is where I gotta warn you bruh, you ain’t talking about some regular shit for us to get the club.” Darius protested to Floyd as he took a hit of the third backwood Floyd had rolled, a different strain then the last two.

“Yeah I get what you saying bruh but look.” Taking the backwood Floyd took a few hits before ashing the backwood. Letting out a hefty cough he hit it twice more then passed it back to Darius once again raising the level of highness he had from the premium strain of cookies they were gassing. “I got it bruh, like shit, like I told you my home girl Ky’vie gave me some info and if she right bruh Im that nigga,m forreal.”

“You think you the HNIC huh Banker? “ Cornell had spoken he’d made his way over to Floyd & Darius at the bar-stool, as he said that he was enjoying his own smoking apparatus. Albeit no cannabis neither sativa or indica was being consumed by the ruthless thug. Instead he was enjoying a ruby clove, taking a hit and blowing smoke towards Floyd’s face to indicate dominance. “Well listen here negro, I’m here to deliver a message to you cause it seems like you ain’t heard mine motherfucker.”

The Disciple took a seat near Floyd, & Darius, behind him were four other imposing black men all having a similar manner of dress clothes. They had poorly hidden weapons at their waist straps as well, Darius appeared nervous at the showcase and finished the rest of his beer bottle setting it on the counter. “Shit..are you…Cornell Lincoln>”

“Ahaha I’m glad you recognize me, smart mook, I might have not break your buddy’s neck to prove my point.” Cornell was pleased that Darius recognized him by name, although Floyd shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Whether it was the paranoi from the sheer amount of cannabis he’d consumed in the past three hours or just the general unease about being called out by this man.

“Cornell..Licoln.” Floyd spoke slowly but with pure uncertainty. Examining the vicious killer through his extremely reddened and low eyes he was drawing a blank on the identity of this man. “I can’t say I’m familiar with ya….but I mean shit if you looking to get premium I got that my nigga I don’t never run out,everyday I got that pack..but you best be reddy to spend cause I ain’t cutting no deals I don’t give a fuck what suit you got on big dawg.” Floyd exclaimed

Terror struck on Darius’s face at Floyd’s callous response to this man. Seeing the disdain in Cornelle’s face at Floyd’s lack of recognition of who he was he jumped up from the bar stool to intervene into the situation that was on the verge of escalating into one of unessary brutality. “Yo yo wait! Cornell look my buddy he ain’t the brightest bulb in the set, you know me! You come to diamonds damn near all the time, that gotta count for sum don’t it Look I”

“Darius…let me be frank with you okay? The only reason I didn’t shove my fist through your chest and ash on you as you bled out to prove a point to Banker is because you showed respect, your boy on the other hand got me real mad, and syampthy ain’t sum I’m known for you fget where I’m coming from? You do I’m sure you do it’s why you breathing.”

“And what about me, what my good looks, top notch weed, and you prolyl want advice on how I get so many bitches.” Flod retorted with a confident grin on his stoned face. Who the fuck does this man think he is? Bruh got em a $2000 suit and he think he hot shit. Come on this sucker could not take Kyra from me, hell naw first of all the pipe I be slanging is legendary got bitches passing out from this dick, second I know this man ain’t finna try to get no freed weed or extort me, bruh must be smoking that CRINAAAAAAACK CRINAAAACK this man is CRINAAAZAAT he a FOOOOO dummmyyyy Floyd couldn’t help but chuckle at the high thoughts floating through his mind.

“I’ve heard you use to be a lil nigga in the dope game, but lately you been pushing some weight, and admittedly the quality is not lacking, only problem is…I’m not getting a slice of yo pie..and and..I’m getting a slice of everyone pie, half that motherfucker, or they going have half a face left…now upon talking to you, and seeing how fucking STUPID you are, I don’t know how the hell your doing what you do, but don’t judge a book but it’s covr, but you probably ain’t heard that phrase cause you don’t look like you read often or even can.” Cornelle said before slapping the blunt out of Floyd’s lips and raising his foot to step on it twice smashing the cannabis instrument.

“Ayo bruh what the fuck is yo problem.” Floyd jumped up before Cornell got up in his face and pushed him back into seat.
“Nig-“ Floyd retorted before one of the four men drew his guns and raised it to Floyd’s head, Darius was shaking with fear, as one of the other men drew his weapon. Other members in the club noticed the scene before one of the other two men with Cornell who hadn’t pointed their weapons at Floyd & Darius spoke.
“I hope yall motherfuckers ain’t minding the business that don’t mind you? Cause these gats can help yall with curiositiy! Ayo DJ change the fucking song and turn the music up, any dumbasss who staring at us going be meeting up with Jesus or Satan in the next 2 minutes depending on how the living understand!!!? “ The thug barked out orders.
Other tenants in the Strip club took heed of what he was saying, a small few even taking this as their cue to exit Diamonds. The DJ quickly changed the number playing to play Gucci Mane Father’s day.

“So you just going air me out huh, what the fuck do you want.”

“I told you I want your money bruh and you can give it to me 30% every day, after I feel like you get the picture, we can move on to every week let you stack a lil more.”
“Man you must be outta yo fucking mind,.” Floyd protested despite the bullets causing Cornell to inhale then groan as his entire body was engulfed in metal, Floyd backing up from the metallic man.
“You was saying.” Cornell grabbed Floyd and tossed him over the bar stool and into some drinks. The dealer yelped out in pain as he slammed into the glassware
“FLOYD!” Darius yelled out causing one of the thugs to press the gun against Darius’s skull causing him to sit down.
Oh shit bruh not playing Floyd groaned getting up grimacing in pain as Cornelle hopped over the br stole grabbing him and shoving him back into the shattered glass, causing the women behind the bar stool to screech and run to the side.

Bang..the sound of glass clattering and Floyd groaned in pain, Darius looked over at his friend unable to do anything as he was being thrown about like a rag-doll by this metallic man. Seeking to avoid getting in the midst of this conflict some others were making their way out of Diamonds. Floyd squeezed his forehead as it was pounding with pain and slowly mushed it across his face trying to nurse the trobbing sensation from being smashed into the bar case twice. “You ain’t playing huh 30 percent.”

“You still got energy for jokes really? You just don’t learn do you.”
“I do learn it’s just…I can’t stand folks like you tryna bully everyone and allthis like damn it! Why won’t you people just leave me alone!!!!” Floyd protested clearly either the beating had caused him to loose it or something else was happening. Drawing on the same sensation from when he was Ky’Vie earlier as he forced himself to stand Cornelle put his hand on his chest pushing him into the wall once again basically plastering his back into the wreckage.
“Maybe I was wrong about you bruh maybe you just can’t listen. Fuck it you’ll do better as a trophy, ya know an example to the others.”
I ain’t no damn example, I ain’t no damn trophy damn it damn it! Where is my fire hands ugh ahh!!! Floyd was furious not even noticing the rage consuming him triggering an unexpected effect. He felt his body became harder and not in that way. Cornelle’s eyes widened stepping back as Floyd’s owned body imitated Cornelle’s make-up taking the form of pure metal itself.
“How the fuck…”
“What now WHAT?!” Floyd screamed pushing Cornelle sending him reeling back. Shocked at his own strength he looked to see he had the same chemical make-up as the man who’d came to extort him. “Oh shit…that’s what she was saying.” Floyd was bewildered at how he too had assumed the form of metal.

“This ….fuck it I don’t even care you ain’t finna show me up.” Cornelle lunged forward, but Floyd moved downwards side sweeping Cornelle. The thug tumbled to the ground. Without wasting any time Floyd took that as his cue to turn the tides of the fight moving downward kneeing Cornelle in the gut. As the enemy metal man gasped in pain from being struck by someone of equal power.

“I told you to leave..me the fuck alone!!!” Floyd belted out as he began throwing a flurry of punches at the downed enemy smashing into him with powerful blows. Cornelle was caught off guard both by this punk imitating his parlor trick but also being able to feel…pain. For the past two months he’d been physically dominant and had no one who was equal in strength or stature. Metallic liquid, blood in this state emerged from his lips.

But the pummeling built up rage in him as Cornelle kicked Floyd back sending him crashing through the cement wall. Moving forward to regain the fight in his favor he punched Floyd in the face seding him further through the drywall. Throwing another punch Floyd rolled to the right barely missing the blow. Lunging back at him grappling him around his neck they both went tumbling through the front of the bar table. As Cornelle hit the ground Floyd kicked him hard as possible in the shin then used an open palm on the thug who’d had a gun to Darius’s face flinging him across the room.

The other three mooks were take off guard as Floyd turned using his body weight to slam into two of the other ones sending them both flying. Darius had taken this time to elbow the last grunt in the nose snatching his gun from him and whacking him across the face a few good times leaving him crumpled on the ground. As Cornelle rose to tackle Floyd, Darius pulled the trigger firing shots into Cornelle’s metallic bod. The bullets slammed into him knocking him back but didn’t do much else good.

Floyd took the opportunity to run forward body slamming Cornelle sending him backwards. Not wanting to give him any more time he rushed forward kicking him in the face several times before kicking him across the room into a wall. “MOTHERFUCKER”

“Floyd let’s go now! Come on metal man!” Darius yelled out and Floyd decided to follow his friend as he sprinted through the entrance. Floyd wasted no time following Darius. Within minutes Darius flung open the doors of his car hoping in and jamming the keys in.

Floyd did the same causing the car to lower to the ground from the pressure. “Bruh come on!!” Darius protested as he started the car up revving the engine but having difficulties because of the weight Floyd attained in his metal form.

“Right damn it damn it go-!” Right as he said that Floyd had reversed the transformation into his regular state. Cornelle had emerged from the bar entrance still in his enhanced form. “MOTHERFUCKER!!!!”

A screech of the tires was heard as Darius floored it zooming around the corner of Diamond right as Cornelle had picked up a patron’s SUV and flung it towards them. “YOOOO!!!!” Floyd screamed out as Darius’s foot was smashed into the gas turning the wheel rapidly so that the car barely missed getting pan-caked by the flying SUV.

Floyd’s heart was racing peering into the rear-view mirror seeing the SUV had slammed into a police cruiser that had been pulling into Diamonds parking lot sirens blaring. “OH SHIT!!!!!! GO!!”

“Bruh you ain’t gotta tell me twice, not once!!” Darius exalimed also sharing his friend’s fear both of their hearts nearly jumping out their chest. Driving down the road like madmen it wasn’t but a few minutes until they hit the inter-state with Darius still breaking every known speeding law known to man. “Shit ….so you wasn’t capping about the whole power thing…how the hell.”

“Look bruh just drive! I’ll tell you more about it later, I barely know my damn self. But do me a favor we not going to yo spot or mine, we going to Kyra’s he don’t know nun bout her ass and.”

“Nah for once you ain’t gotta say shit, if he don’t know nun bout her that’s where we finna be at just sit back bruh take a deep breath, you going need it and whatever the fuck you pulled in there you most DEF going need that, cause you caught bruh lacking and got some hits in but he ain’t down for the count, he going want yo head for that.”

“Shit yo sho ain’t lied…yo sho ain’t lied.” Finally forcing himself to relax somewhat Floyd leaned back into his seat, reaching in his pocket to produce his pill bottle. Taking out another blue pain reliever now required even more so then before he bit into the pill chewing it for a more instant effect ignoring the bitter taste due to his relentless desire for the pain numbing effects. Swallowing the pill dow with nothing but his saliva he felt his breathing heavy and his body intensely drained even with his heart rate finally slowing down to a more normal pace. Man what the fuck did I get us into this time. Man JE…SAS thank you LAWD but I’mma need you oh yes I am Lawd more then ever Thoughts of gratefulness to the Father above who’d came through for him filled his mind, but also a feeling of intense fear was etched into his bones knowing he had made himself a very poweful new enemy, powerful in a very literal sense and..Kyra was going to be pissed.

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Atlanta, Georgia - CNN Center - Laura Kohn & Erica Storm

Laura had made her way inside astonished by the murders she'd just witnessed. She'd yelled into her radio to call for additional back-up and now additional officers as well as news crews were converging. This was being reported live at the same time as Donald Trump's address to the nation that the United States had uncovered a method of testing for abilities & it's federal mandate to test it's 300 million plus citizens for abilities to be able to finally oust all the members of the country who had powers.

"This has to stop!" Laura yelled out running past the charred bodies of her slain officers. Gun drawn she was willing to do whatever it took to stop the monsters inside.

"HEY! Watch it Laura" An Hispanic officer had yelled out to Laura converging on her position to provide back-up, Laura turned to see it was none other then Martinez a dedicated officer to APD who'd been with the five years her senior, meaning he'd been on the force for eleven years.

"Yeah yeah, look we don't have time for this! You see what that bitch said, ready or not we've got to stop them now! I just saw fifteen officers get charred alive! These freaks are gonna fucking pay." Laura barked back to her partner in justice, as MArtinez shook his head instead of a glock he'd brought a high powered sub machine gun to the battle.

"I didn't say nothing about not getting revenge, not nothing. If it;s one thing I know about us, you take one of ours we take ten of yours, so fifteen of us...do the math..let's go kill these fucking bastards." Martinez was furious about the death of their comrades, reloading his weapon. Laura was put at ease noticing he had an extended clip, meaning they were going in blazing hot. At least eight other officers gathered around them as they kicked in the front door, taking the lead due to Martinez's seniority int he force.

"On my lead! GO NOW!!!" A younger male officer a caucasian male in his mid 20's barked out to the ten officers, as the flooded the hallways of the CNN Center. Weapons drawn the moved in formation throught he hallways, the symphony of blaring sirens was then accompanied by the whirring sound of helicopter blades both from CNN & other news outlets, as well as SWAT tactical choppers. Zooming through the streets were at least three SWAT Vans which had sped into the premises nearly slamming into the vehicles of CNN employee's rushing to escape. Barricades were being set up on all the nearby roads that led to the CNN Center by a joint task force of SWAT & police officers. As the heavy suited SWAT members emerged from their vehicles all equipped with high powered automatic guns, flash grenades & actual grenades amongst other weapons they surrounded the permiter of the building. Laura was next to Martinez making their way through the hallway corridors and opting to take the stairs to each of the next levels avoiding the elevator for obvious reasons.

Laura echoed a sentiment into her radio to relay information to the nearby APD precint about the status of the situation. "Officer Kohn, as I said earlier there's fifteen officers down, I repeat fifteen officers down. Loss of life is 90% guaranteed, still send forth medical assistancec but it;s nearly guaranteed to be a DOA. Subject seems to have some sort of electrical abilities, was able to move at outright jarring speeds & tore through the bodies of said officers. Prioritze sending Fire Department, they may be able to provide much needed leverage in this fight with their access to high powered water projectiles. We're going in, we've got officers behind us, and SWAT just touched down. Their choppers are also convening around teh premises, we're going in shoot to kill,the situation dosen't allow for much else."

"Copy that Officer Kohn, keep us updated, stay safe...and...get those bastards...get all of them."

The tactical officer on the other end responded to Laura's message, meanwhile on the hallway floor Erica was finishing her conversation with Alena. "You'll have to forgive me as we've just meet and seeing your powers in action I'm inclined not to shake your hand friend." While Erica wanted to establish a working relationship with other Empowered individuals and was confident in her own powers, she was not a mind reader hence she was apprehensive about trusting others. "But, I am fully in support of your proposition to work together to concquer the mortals. The lives of those cops mean nothing I am happy that you sent them to their just deserved grave, my only regret is that you didn't do it sooner." Erica beamed with pride upon learning of the officers untimely demise at Alena's hands.

"FREEZE!!!! PUT YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW OR WERE GOING TO BLOW IT OFF!" Martinez yelled drawing down his weapon and pressing the trigger lightly firing a warning shot. Due to the nature of his gun being a machine gun it caused four shots to whiz past Alena & Elena, the sound of the rapid fire shots ringing loudly in the air. Laura also had her gun clenched and took a knee in leaning against the door while some of the others officers flooded the hallway taking different positions with weapons drawn on the two women, some even going across the hallway taking a knee in the entrtance of doors across from the one they'd used to emerge on the floor by the broadcast center where the two Empowered females where.

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Atlanta, Georgia - Erica Storm - CNN Center

The people Erica had used her abilities lay on the ground living vegetables. Although they had not imploded in real life she'd made short work of them as far as their ability to function. The traumatic experience had left them virtually comatose, but regardless she didn't want them found.

The sound of blaring sirens filled the atmosphere, numerous calls had been to made to emergency services to send help regarding the situation and the hijacked broadcast. "Hmmm time to make my way out of here, oh well." The agent was curious about what morbid thoughts filled the citizens of not only America but specifically Atlanta, Georgia. To have struck fear in the hearts of so many people actually felt invigorating powerful...she almost felt tempted to go down this path fully in reality but alas that was not her goal.

The smell of gasoline & oil permeated the air. The bodies of those she'd allegedly "imploded" onl ive television were dripping with the oil she poured on them. Making sure to be cautious and step out the room seh took out a lit match dropping it on the ground of the CNN Broadcast center. Quickly the room set ablaze engulfing with fire including the unfortunate news crews victims. Smoke and air filled the room as Erica left walking through the hallway calmly as if nothing had happened. Other personell in the CNN building were already evacuating to make way for the onslaught of police that were barging in to confront the Empowered mass murderer. "Oh I'm moving slow aren't I?" She heard loud noise of police officers barging into the building, perhaps she'd wasted far too much time in making her escape.

Although her instructions were clear, she did have permission for further use of her powers if it was to preserve her own life in the unfotunate scenario where she was confronted by law enforcement before making her escape. I'm almost too excited about the prospect of this, I see why we need to be controlled. IT's of most importance for the continued prosperity & survival of our society. As she was trudging along towards a door to enter the staircase she saw lights flickering erratically and then watched as one of the ceiling lights affected by this strang phenomena seemed to be host to some sort of living lightning emerging from it. What in all possible fuck.. She briefly pondered reaching for her weapon, but if this turned out to be some sort of superhuman threat her best defense may very well be the abilities she was equipped with. Fighting against the natural urge to draw her life-long defense she stood making her way from the door as the lightning formed into a living breathing woman. "Hmm Magpie? Who are you, I take it you saw my message that we need to band together against the mortals, and show them that we are not a people that need to be caged..like animals but instead looked up to as rulers?

"What are you trying to be... your cosplay sucks..."

A scowl manifested on Erica's face at the comments this fellow Empowered one directed towards her. "Cosplay? I'll have you know I'm not trying to be anyone else, why would I, when I can be me? I'm so very comfortable with who I am, are you?