Chulance

The Energy Storm

Jonah Hanes

Time: Late Morning
Location: San Francisco, Liberty Head Quarters
Interaction:

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The Evening Before

Patricia had led Jonah down to the containment center where Agent Green was. Jonah was fueling with rage ready to Interrogate this man. Somehow he was connected to Lori Martinez attack, every intelligence agency in the country was scrambling to find her. She was the number one priority for all agents everywhere. Her vicious attack was one of the most brutal in United States history, and right about now he was glad Liberty wasn’t a public organization.

The tension was so thick in the liberty office it could be cut with a knife, at least in the California Division. Seeing as Jonah was the head of the operation & this had taken place at his home base all eyes were on him. When Jonah arrived in the cell, Agent Green didn’t even want to look at him he already knew what this was about.

“I know what’s going on out there Jonah, Director Hanes.” Agent Green quickly corrected himself, feeling as though the least he could offer his former director was professional respect.

“Oh now you want to be proper, it’s too late for all of that. I don’t give a damn about all of that, what I want to know is why your giving out intel to strangers outside the agency. You came straight from the big leagues like me, we didn’t talk much back at the CIA but I’ve seen you around. This traitorous behavior is un-heard of from someone like you, just tell me why? Why?”

“Why? Because these monsters need to die, what happened downtown, what happened in Chicago, I want to prevent all that. Perhaps you haven’t done your research, but my daughter was at that school! She died, do you know what it’s like to loose your precious little angel. I swore everyday I’d protect her, my wife can’t even look me in the eyes. We don’t even speak anymore besides courteous hello’s and good bye’s when we see each other in the house. So when my source made me an offer I couldn’t refuse I took it.” Agent Green responded, for a guilty man he didn’t seem to have much remorse.

“What offer could you not refuse huh? Helping those fucking monsters, that’s how you honor your daughters memory?”

Agent Green lunged forward towards Jonah tackling him into the cell wall. Three Liberty security guards burst into the cell removing Green from the director, one of them pummeling him a few times. Jonah waved his hand and yelled enough ending the altercation. Jonah waltzed over to Green and decked him in the face drawing blood. As the agent hit the ground Jonah kicked him a few times then spit on him. “You piece of shit, your mine! Forget jail, your going to Guantanamo if you get out of here. That was just a little taste of what’s going to happen to you, you know how we treat traitors.”

“I’m not a fucking traitor you are! Keeping these things alive, prison isn’t good enough for them. My source was killing them, so yeah I gave out intel to a third party, one who was doing what needed to be done!!!”

“Killing them.” Jonah paused as if the words Agent Green said were shocking. His head started to spin, this wasn’t exactly what he expected the traitor to cough up intel was. He ordered the three security guards to leave, and stand by outside of ear-shot assuring them he would be okay.

“Oh so your gonna do me like this huh, go ahead and kill me then Jonah, I don’t give a damn, I’ll die knowing I fought for my country.” Green had no fight in him life, but the last thing they’d ever strip him of was his dignity.

Jonah stared at the agent, despite the rage that fueled him, he had some mercy. Some level of understanding, but it was if his actions didn’t align with his words. “So you mean to tell me, you went outside of your orders to eliminate altered?”

“Yes…and I’d do it again and again and again, I don’t give a damn what Liberty guidelines say. They all..need to die.”

Jonah shook his head and walked over to the wall of the cell punching it twice. “Damn it Agent Green! You fucking idiot.”

“I’m the idiot, your the one always going on about how you hate the wetbacks and monkeys! You hate them because of color, but I hate them because of what they are, monsters! You have no room to talk.” Green shot back noting Jonah’s outward racism which brought about confusion on why Jonah was confronting him about his under-handed tactics to purge the world of the altered menace that now plagued it similar to the energy plague they were spawned from.

Jonah was scratching his head, probably a diversion to avert the pain in his skull from plowing into the cement walls of the cell. “Your telling the damn truth, which means..” Jonah’s voice faltered & trailed off breathing heavily as if trying to come up with an answer that explained everything. From Green’s behavior to being a traitor to Lori’s massive attack that ended with thousands of citizens & soldiers being slaughtered.

“That means what Jonah, are you having some epiphany about how I’m right and your wrong? I guess that’s not common for a man like you huh.”

“No….it can’t be.” Jonah croaked his voice weakening and he grabbed his stomach as if a sickly feeling was overcoming him.

“What you really can’t stand the fact that you’re wrong? Your falling apart because of it?!”

“No you fucking idiot, don’t you see what’s going on. Damn it, you should have came to me. I don’t want these freaks to be alive either, you got played!!” Jonah’s fear and weakness had converted into pure unbridled rage.

“What the fuck are you going on about” Agent Green responded a little less unsure of himself, confused by Jonah’s change of tone.

“You’ve been feeding it…your source. Think about it, the attack even in these cells you’ve been made aware of your massive fuck up but you had no idea how badly you fucked up. The attack the woman demonstrated multiple powers, Martinez. She was held captive for the past week, then all of a sudden she sprung free today spewing all sorts of powers. Many of the powers were held by the targets you so called sacrificed to your source.”

“So we’ve got a whale of an altered, what the fuck do you mean I fed it? I certainly wasn’t taking no altered out to fucking eat.” Green shot back once again on the defensive and reeling from Jonah’s accusations.

“You fool!” Jonah replied as this new idea formulated in his mind. “You may not have known or realized but I believe you’ve created the biggest monster of them all. Martinez was shown using the same abilities of many of your targets, all of whom are reported dead and who you claim were slain by your source. If Martinez had all those powers why sit in custody for over a week, the answer is quite simple that’s not Martinez…that’s your source..”

“Mu source?! Have you lost your mind!!!! My source killed them, I confirmed the deaths, I obtained reports!!!”

“That part may be true, but they weren’t slain for some mission to purge the world of altered, but to become the strongest. An altered with the ability to take the powers of the others most likely by killing them & you led them to more powers!!!! Every single person that died today is partially your fault!!!!.”

Agent Green’s face was pale, the color drained from his face and he nearly fainted. Suddenly everything began to make sense, all the questions he had about his source the unexplainable scenario’s she’d passed to him in regards to her killing methods. “No…no…no…fuck….if what your saying is true…..then I don’t even truly know who I was working with…Agent Mayas might not even be real…they’re not real…Jonah…I’m so sorry…what do we do how do we fix this?!”

“Simple…”Jonah pulled out his gun and fired two shots into Agent Green’s skull causing him to fall to the ground dead. “Starting with you.” Jonah put his gun back in his pocket and stepped out of his cell. The three guards had rushed over to him as soon as they heard the sound of shots ringing out.

“Director Hanes what happened are you alright did-“

“I’m fine, but Agent Green isn’t. It seems he slipped and fell into some bullets. He tried to reach for my gun, he managed to grab it but unfortunately while doing so he pressed down on the trigger killing himself, a traitor all the way till his dying moment, perhaps the reason two bullets came out was punishment from our maker. “

“But that doesn’t” As the agent was about to speak on how that didn’t make sense Jonah pulled out his gun, but the two other security guards stepped in-front of him and looked at Jonah with pleading eyes. Eyes that indicated they’d agree with his story and perhaps even help make something better, but whatever he learned from Green that pushed him into killing him need not result in another liberty employee dying as well.

“So you agree with my story, the truth then? Good it’s your only option if you value living, as well as your family, we have work to do.” Jonah spoke coldly a look of worry, anxiety & fury intertwined & mixed on the scowl that occupied his entire face. The dark truth of the Martinez situation was an even worst reveal then that of a real altered taking up the mantle of Reaper. Between giving that radical leader a platform pre-loaded with followers & his own agent helping the one posing as Lori to obtain more powers he had a big heaping pile of shit.

The Next Day

The search for Lori had proved most unproductive. Jonah had no idea if Lori was even the creature’s real name. He was on the phone with his wife Amelia who’d proven to be too problematic lately. He was disgusted of her association with her so called “best friend” an African American. He was on his laptop doing some research on Dawn Pope to see if anything truly problematic would pop up.

A casual browse indicated that nothing beyond his own innate hate for her people was coming up. He paused as a google search brought up something very troubling.” Altered Lives Matter.” Jonah scowled as he clicked on the link. His eyes widened in shock as it brought him to more information about the movement Amelia’s best friend was getting involved with.

“Damn it Damn it Damn it!!!!! You sure know how to pick them!” Jonah barked as he slammed his fist on his desk. He was fuming with rage, and he whipped out his phone to call his wife. As he was about to press down on his contacts he set his phone down. He was far too enraged to engage in conversation with her right now, and he didn’t want to upset the already sensitive nature of their relationship. Instead he went down a few contacts to his father and dialed him.

“Hello Robert Hanes speaking, oh it’s Jonah. Sorry son, you know my eyes aren’t as good as they use to be these days. What’s going on?”

“Dad…I just needed to hear from you, I’m having trouble at home with Amelia. It’s…her best friend.”

“Oh dear, you mean the colored girl? Ya know I warned you about her tendency to look the other way with associating with those…things, but she’s been good to ya. As long as she’s not bringing them around the kids I think you’ll be all right, and as long as you make sure my grandkids don’t end up thinking like her.”

“No trust me dad there not around the kids. They’re hardly around anyone with the quarantine, I’ll be damned if we make exceptions for apes.”

“That’s my boy!” Robert’s voice beamed with pride, and Jonah coudldn’t help but fashion a smile on his face to hear his father was proud of him for upholding the family legacy of they’re ideals. The thought of his daughters messing with a darker colored human wasn’t possible. Not because his daughter didn’t have free will, but because Jonah would kill them brutally possibly in-front of her so that never happened again. And if they actually touched her, Jonah might even harm her himself but he pushed those negative thoughts outside his mind. These days they were far too young for that, and he found it humorous that thoughts of future interaction with boys had managed to quell his thoughts about the actual problems he had in his life right now.

“Well the best friend she has is apparently involved with this nonsense altered lives matter, and those things are probably the only creatures I hate more then her kind. I can’t risk any association leaking out to my family, and I was wondering if I could call in a favor, I know what you told me pops, but I’m in the middle of a major case and lives are at stake.”

“Son.” Robert’s dad let out an audible sigh over the phone. “Ya know I could lecture you, but I can hear it in your voice. I’ll make the call and get it taken care of, I know love is something that can’t always be perfect, but I won’t let it hurt you and your career..”

“Thanks dad I love you.” Jonah smiled and after a few more moments hang up the phone. Looking back at the nonsense he saw on the laptop he closed out the tab and went back to the files he had on Agent Green’s targets. He heard a knock on the door and after saying come in Patricia made her way into the room another folder in hand. After yesterday Patricia had moved far up in his list of favorite people at the office, in her other hand was his favorite caffeinated drink. Setting it down on the desk Jonah clasped his fingers together and smiled. If I wasn’t already married I might take a pass at her

“It’s been confirmed Director Han-Jonah I mean. Lori Martinez’s father committed suicide and her mother is in critical condition fighting for her life. Apparently she was a “victim”.” Patricia used the word victim very sarcastically showing that she might have shared very similar views to Jonah about certain people. “Of a “terrorist” group called the Purists, a religious group tied to Pastor Travis Mendez of Los Angeles. He has made several sermons about how he believes the altered are either demons or nephilim.”

“Nepha-what?”


“Half angel, half human hybrids.” Patricia responded without bating an eye, she always made sure to do her research on anything she presented to the director.

“Oh okay, well I can’t say I believe in it, but if it’s getting people to hate the altered then I think he’s got the right idea. As far as Martinez’s parents backlash is to be expected from any person with an ounce of patriotism or empathy towards the lives loss in the carnage yesterday. Even IF Lori Martinez WAS the true perpetrator of yesterday’s calamity her parents residence would be the last place she’d curse with her presence.” Jonah replied with zero empathy whatsoever for the Martinez family & the predicament giant Lori’s rampage downtown had no doubt caused them.

“Understandably so, I must admit I’m not an avid reader of any holy books myself, oh and witness protection has been denied to Lori’s extended family. Apparently they don’t qualify based on a technicality, so what’s the verdict?” Patricia questioned now that she’d gathered all the intel on the whereabouts & happenings of the Martinez family.

“It’s not shocking that nobody is jumping in to protect them, not after what the country thinks Lori did. We still have no more leads on Green’s source but I do believe I know a way we can be productive in the meanwhile. Reach out to Benny Stein & the leader of the purists, Pastor Mendez, tell them both I have a proposition for them.” Jonah finished with a sinister sneer on his face as he gave Patricia her new orders.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@AnnaBeth happy birthday annabeth!!! :)

The Energy Storm

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Floyd Banker

Time: Late Morning
Location: San Francisco
Interaction:

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Floyd was rushing to the location he saw in his vision. He was determined to change the course of time and alter what he saw in the vision. After speaking with Amalia briefly he left he wanted to discuss the future and what they would become.

He’d gotten several messages from Rita that he hadn’t noticed while doing the nasty with Amalia. As he got to a red light he opened his phone to see the messages and raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck” Floyd uttered as he observed the content of the messages. It was so disturbing he wasn’t aware of the light turning green until hearing several aggressive honks behind him.

no no no this can’t be?! What the fuck happened?! My whole operation is gone?! How HOW?! HOW?!!!! Floyd was in shock still ignoring the cars behind him. Finally a car zipped around him and rolled down the window. This managed to catch Floyd’s attention who rolled down his own window. “Hey”

“Move out the fucking way!!!! Your blocking the damn road stupid bastard!” The man yelled, a middle aged white man dressed in business casual with an ugly hair-cut. The man’s face was reddened with anger for the brief moments in time he lost waiting behind Floyd in traffic. He then zipped off speeding in a rage.

Usually Floyd would have popped off at him, but the combination of the precognitive vision he’d seen about the woman falling to her death and now learning about his warehouse’s eradication from Rita who was fuming was too much. Sure he’d made some enemies over his life, but who had the resources & ability to wipe out all his smugglers. It was one thing to loose Frank to some mysterious death, but this was too much. So much was happening all at once and it was beginning to become too much for him to handle.

Rita was obviously upset, but he wondered if she wasn’t partially to blame. After all she was the Salzaras in the relationship. Perhaps something wasn’t all the way 100% with her, he wondered. Anyway back to his drive he was rushing towards the building now he was getting closer he had to save the lady.

Meanwhile, On the Roof
“Listen Amelia I’m telling you to do the right thing! I know how your husband thinks about people like me! But I’ve been your best friend for years, and now you have a chance to do good ! You can prove that everyone who’s associated with the government isn’t a bad person, I don’t think that. But lots of other black people do and for good reason, how could we not? All the shootings we see of unarmed black people on the news, and now this whole altered business is making it worst.” The woman protested to her friend. A slim black woman with long black hair, dressed in a gray dress was speaking.

The woman she was speaking to was the woman from Floyd’s vision. A white lady in her early 40’s, with brunt hair. She was sporting a black knee high dress, and had a knock off Birkin bag slumped around her shoulder. She was listening to her friend rant about her latest social justice movement, and how her husband’s racially discriminatory behavior was bad for her reputation and morality. “Listen Dawn, my husband can be a bit….culturally challenged I’ll give you that. But what you’re asking me To do is go against him. Against the rock, the foundation of my household, we have kids! I..I don’t know about this movement, besides I’m not an active CIA member anymore, I’m a house wife, a mother, I’ve got a family to focus on and build.”

“So that’s more important than your future, your legacy? This isn’t right, you want to be on the right side of history. Altered Lives Matter is bigger than BLM, because what they’re doing to the altered is even worst than what they’re doing to us. The new laws President Forrester issued yesterday are horrible, shameless. How can you side with that simply because it doesn’t effect you.” Dawn argued with her friend, the two were having a fierce debate on the rooftop 27 stories in the air.

“Look Dawn, ALM that’s your business okay. And your right it’s not my damn problem, I’m not racist you know that. But I love Jonah, he’s not perfect but which of us are? Besides the altered ARE a problem, the woman from yesterday caused 29 thousand people to die!!! Our world is in danger, I’m sorry but I can’t support that movement. If you want to do it then you do it, but if you want this to be the division of our friendship then so be it.”

“I can’t believe you….but fine be you, do you.” Dawn stated, and stormed off angrily. Amelia shook her head she was upset. She didn’t want to loose her best friend, but she couldn’t support ALM. She fished a bottle out her purse, and downed some of it. The alcohol was calming her nerves and helping her out. Unlike her husband Jonah she had picked up quite the bad drinking habit.

Her drinking had become progressively worst the past few weeks. She’d seen less & less of Jonah who was tied up with work at Liberty. Of course she didn’t know about what he was doing, but she knew he was doing some work involved with combatting the Altered threat that threatened the country. She plopped down on the roof and took another shot. The alcohol she guzzled down was helping her. “I just don’t know what to do, and your not giving me any answers.” She was speaking to no one in particular, as she leaned down. She clasped her hands together in a prayer position and closed her eyes. “Dear God, lately I haven’t been the best. I feel like I’m failing in my marriage, failing my kids, and now myself. I’m loosing to the demon in the bottle, but I don’t know what to do. I know we haven’t spoken in a while, but if you could give me a sign on what to do. Is Dawn Right, maybe I should use my connections and experience to help.”

Amelia released her hands and opened her eyes. She looked towards the sky as if awaiting some mystical or heavenly sign but of course there was no response. She frowned and struggled to get up, mixed with her anti anxiety medication she was feeling a bit sluggish. Tha mixture wasn’t a safe nor a healthy one but it was what she required to keep her mental state together. She slipped the plastic bottle of honey jack Daniels into her purse and turned to walk towards the edge of the roof. Everything was so much, so intense in her life. For a brief moment she considered stepping off the ledge. Perhaps then she could have a face to face with her maker and ask them why she was deemed ready for this suffering.

She recalled her parents stating that God never gave anyone a challenge they couldn’t handle. While her pastor would agree with that, she didn’t feel that was accurate. “No I can’t jump, I have to…go back to my life. “ Amelia turned to leave but suddenly the unexpected happened. Her foot slipped she reached forward as if to grab her bearings but there was nothing to hold on to. “OH NO!!!” Amelia screamed the alcohol and pills had distorted her sense of balance, and led to the very thing she had pondered doing. She cried out as she fell off the ledge screaming as she fell over.

Back with the Hero
Floyd had arrived just in the nick of time. He parked the car and hopped out. Looking around he spotted the exact building. “I’ve got to get up there and save her.”

Right as Floyd said that, the unspeakable happened. His eyes widened as the woman from the vision slipped over the edge. “NOOO!!” Floyd yelled, he’d did all this & dealt with being berated by that angry man in traffic to try to get here in time. He heard the woman screaming, and he felt his body freeze.

He’d tried so hard to get here in time to save this woman, but it appeared he was too late. Maybe Amalia was wrong, they couldn’t change the future. If he couldn’t even prevent this woman from dying, then how could they stop KIVA? Floyd fought back agains the impending feeling of doom that was surging through his body. When the most unexpected happened, something he couldn’t have accounted for.

“What the fu-“ Floyd cut himself off noticing his feet were hovering above the ground. He wasn’t bound by gravity anymore, he was…flying. “OH shit!” Without thinking and operating purely on instinct he caused his body to move up. There was no time to be stuck in amazement, Floyd rushed upwards. Taking flight he flew forward and met the woman a few feet from falling off the roof.

“AAAH” The woman screamed as Floyd’s arms came around the woman. Floyd pulled forward still defying gravity and landed on the roof nearly falling as he got her to the ground.

“Holy shit…did you just fly..” The woman asked in shock, her words somewhat slurred from the drinking as she looked at Floyd in amazement.

“I..I…guess I did…” Floyd uttered back in shock.

The Energy Storm

Dean Rivers

Time: Morning
Location: Downtown San Francisco
Interaction: None

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Paige was furious, and that was starting to become a constant emotion, if not the only one she was feeling. Ever since loosing her job as detective her life was spiraling into one misfortunate event after another. After so many years working as a narcotic detective her career had become an integral part of her identity. So loosing what she perceived as her ability to make an impact on the world was a devastating blow.

Her anger issues were prominent and had gotten her on paid leave in more than a few instances due to police brutality. Many in the public perceived her type of behavior problematic in the policing communities, but among her brothers & sisters in blue she was respected. After all law enforcement wasn’t a job that you could afford to coddle others nor one where you benefited from being nice. Day in and day out she was exposed to the worst elements of humanity breaded from individuals roped in the depths of criminality.

The media tended to portray many who were victims of police brutality as innocents, first time offenders or hapless victims of institutionalized racism. But for those who actually wore the badge & went out day & night on patrol to purge the world of it’s worst elements the truth was known. As such those previous instances and suspensions where not seen as marks against her character or capability as an officer. Rather they were seen as admirable sacrifices made by an honorable officer who hadn’t yet allowed the profession to drain her of morality & the drive to right the wrongs committed by the worst elements of society.

Still the incident that had led to her firing was one that had caused even some who had stood by her to question her behavior. Racism wasn’t something she was often accused of being that her own father was African American. But there were many in the black community which shunned her for her choice to fight crime that perceived her & other ethnic officers as “Showing out” for “mass. An ignorant belief for sure, perpetuated by many of the same individuals who thrived economically from criminal behavior & actions.

“Are you okay Paige” Paige looked up to see none other then her former partner Dean Rivers, he’d showed up to come see her & offered to take her to grab some ice cream. She was happy to see Dean as they didn’t work together those moments they shared were less and less. But she’d been on the job for almost ten years so they had a decade of experience shared in-between them.

“Yeah I’m fine, just reflecting on everything. With the way the world is, and the media always painting us as literal demons In human flesh, the job is becoming harder & harder. Honestly I’m starting to see me getting removed from the job as a blessing in disguise. The only problem now is getting hired anywhere.” Paige pouted as she picked up her spoon and took a few scoops of her strawberry ice cream before plopping it in her mouth. She mhmmed in satisfaction from the cold sugary treat entering her system.

“Look I get it Paige, might as well address the elephant in the room. That kid Banker is a bastard, and clearly looking at his record he’s up to no good. I know how it feels to see motherfuckers like him flash some cash that they no doubt earned from drugs or other shit, but what did you think was gonna happen planting drugs on him.” Dean protested bringing up the exact event that had gotten Paige hemmed up and led to her loosing her career as a decorated veteran SFPD officer.

“You said it yourself tho! Dean you know what he was doing, we were both investigating that motherfucker, the energy plague is one of the worst things that ever happened, but for the first two months the quarantine actually had one positive impact on the community. Less drugs, then all of sudden after 2 months of things finally looking like we might actually WIN the war on drugs for the first time in ever, drugs start flooding the damn streets again. Everything we fought to stop was happening again, overdoses, junkies robbing people, people who actually wanted to get rid of they addiction being unable to relapse because they poison of choice wasn’t on the streets. People got they brothers, sisters, boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives, fathers, mothers…back.” Paige faltered off.

Dean frowned he knew what this was a bout, having worked at her side for years he knew the In’s and outs of what made her tick. He knew her vulnerabilities emotional & physical, as well as her motivations specifically in relation to her career. He felt as though all officers had a reason for doing the job, and Paige’s was clear. Her mother had been a heroin addict & that led to her & her younger sister Mia practically raising themselves. Dean was no stranger to the dangers of drugs himself, seeing as how they’d de-railed his promising acting career. “I know, and you know I wanna put em all away myself, it’s just like you seen what happened when we don’t play by the rules, we get burned.”

Paige just huffed and sighed she knew Dean had a point. But Floyd was more the just some dealer to her, what he did was personal. Her sister Mia was in a coma fighting for her life, because her and her friends had gotten some pills from Floyd. The painkillers he presented to them for consumption had fentanyl meaning they were pressed. As if that was’t bad enough Mia’s friend overdosed ad Mia herself as well, only while her friend had died Mia was still fighting for her life. Thinking about her sister laying at home as a vegetable because of one mistake in indulgence was infuriating. Sure she had chomped her little sis out for playing with fire and potentially walking down the same steps as their heroin addicted mother. But, at the end of the day family was family & because she’d poured herself into this job she didn’t have much of that.

“Look you know what happened to my sister. I just have to do something. Job or no job, she’s lying about fighting for her life, while he’s having the time of his.” Paige bitterly pointed out the contrast between how Floyd was living versus her little sis who’d indulged in the spiked pills of his.

“Just stay out of trouble Paige.” Dean’s words rolled off his lips effortlessly and full of concern for his ex-partner. Paige gave him a reassuring smile to indicate that she was doing just that despite the circumstances of her getting fired, and her fiery burning desire for revenge on Floyd for polluting the streets with drugs including the ones that hurt her sister. Dean wasn’t entirely convinced as Paige was relentless and a small part of him admired her resolve to try to take such a dangerous law breaking man off the street at all costs even at the cost of not just her career, but her own freedom…her whole life.

Couple Hours Earlier
Frank’s sudden passing had disrupted the smooth running of Floyd’s drug operation. Thanks too his powers of invisibility he’d managed to traffic larger amounts of drugs to nearby illegal states including Utah while mostly avoiding detection. He’d learned to expand his invisibility to matter he was in contact with including his vehicle. As the partially electric powered vehicle hardly generated noise it was perfect for stealth runs during the early hours of the morning whilst invisible.

But as his body had been found lifeless two days ago, now the concern had grown among the other smugglers working with Floyd. The facts surrounding his death were confusing at best, and outright worrying at worst. It seemed like a hit was carried out, and not in a typical fashion. Many speculated the obvious that the attack was carried out by an altered. None of the smugglers knew of Frank or Floyd’s powers but they did know that a man who was found dead with no signs of any traditional attack may have bit the bullet to a supernatural demise.

“Javier you hear about that? Frank fue asesinado por alterado, lo único que tiene sentido.” The man communicated to the one known as Javier who was scaling up cocaine then adding cutting elements to double the portions of the drugs.

His associate just rolled his eyes he was here for money, and not to speculate Frank;s death. He’d found Frank to be a quite capable smuggler but Floyd was the one who cut his checks not Frank. “Mateo estoy aquí para trabajar no hablar rumores” Javier responded to Mateo before spitting and sealing up the ounce of coke before lighting a marbolo.

“Aye I-“ Before Mateo could finish his sentence he screamed out as a bullet was lodged into his back, then two more as Mateo stumbled forward hitting the ground spewing blood. Javier jumped over a nearby desk ducking behind it and drawing his weapon yelling out. Three other smugglers in an adjacent hallway rushed into the room with AR’s drawn yelling out for Javier. They all noticed a woman walking slowly twirling a firearm, a Glock 18C machine pistol.

“Kill her!!!” Javier yelled, and the three opened fire on her. She clasped her fully auto weapon to no avail as her body was riddled with bullets. The sharp metallic rounds seared through her flesh drawing blood from multiple wounds as she hit the ground. That woman was none other then Paige Turner carrying out a one man or well one woman attack on Floyd’s drug warehouse on the outskirts of tow.

Javier peaked his head over the desk to see Paige’s condition & fully rose up after seeing she was dead. A popping noise was heard, followed by more as if some metallic popcorn was being grown I the microwave. Paige rose up from her wounds as her body began closing up & healing after the ebullets were split out. Gripping her weapon she opened fire, spraying the three shooters killing them instantly. Javier had ducked back down at the gunfire and rolled towards the door trying to escape the apparently invincible lady.

As he was rolling towards the exit door his face met her foot. He grabbed his nose now shattered after Paige kicked him. She leaned down and whacked him on the side of the head with the blunt side of her weapon, the proceeded to wack him a few more times. "Listen if you want to get out of this Alive it’s simple tell me who is you guys supplier, Floyd Banker’s supplier.’ Paige asked as she pressed the gun against Javier’s temple.

“Please I don’t know and If I did I can’t tell you, the Salzaras have no pity on snitches, they will kill me and my daughter.” Javier pleaded for mercy, before realizing he’d divulged info. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes, Salzaras, I’m quite familiar with that name, as I’m sure you are is well. I must say I had to kill everyone here before someone was willing to tell me what I needed to know, go home to your daughter Javier…I’m feeling generous for your co-operation.”

“R..R..Really?” Javier’s eyes widened he was practically trembling he hadn’t meant to spill the beans on Rita, but if that eared him another day of life he was about to take it.

“No.” Paige pulled the trigger blasting through Javier’s head, blowing out his brains with rapid fire. A pool of blood slimed from his skull onto the ground around him as Paige rose up and blew some residual smoke from the barrel of her gun before holstering it. “Salzaras huh, you playing with the big leagues now Floyd. Lucky for me thanks to this plague no matter what you shoot at me I won’t be stopped.” Paige grinned and walked over to the bags of cocaine opening them up and dumping there contents on the floor wasting the drugs, then knocking over tables with pills stepping on them. After destroying much of the product she saw out in the open she made her exit from the warehouse now with new intel to further her mission of vengeance against him. This was no longer about right or wrong, or police procedures. With the powers she’d been given from recovering from he virus, all she wanted was her bloody revenge against the thug who’d put her precious Mia in intensive care.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@AnnaBeth I've been reading the IC btw!

Like I said I want to involve Josiah's storyline with the heaven/angels storyline, so I'll introduce him into the RP after Castiel gets summoned & talks to Dean :)

I'm loving the RP so far, and can't wait to play with yall, and I saw the Cas mention you just put up. Just wanted to give you a heads up and let you know that I'm keeping up with the thread! And I will be super active once my characters are introduced to the RP lol, but you know my style and how much i like posting in any RP I join. Just wanted you & everyone to know I'm still here just waiting for my introduction. :)

The Energy Storm

[quote=@AliceFalling]

After the fucking mess downtown
Amalia's Apartment
Amalia and Floyd Part 2

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She's stubborn well at least she'll let me pay here at all Floyd thought to himself when Amalia settled on the original amount but not the extra $500 he offered. That was fine he didn't want to appear pushy, as if he had ulterior motives for paying her for the work. That was't the case to him one of the best parts about making money was able to positively impact others with the excess especially if it was paid work. "Alright that works." Floyd said seeing the finances of the initial transaction were settled. "And I do know, like I said I won't lie I'm doing this for money, but I wanna help people to. That might sound odd coming from a guy like me huh, but I've always wanted to do good in the world. I guess where I came from, and what I've learned over my life has just got me in bed with some rotten people." Floyd's voice trailed off towards the end, thinking on if poverty & painful origins were an excuse to get money from crime or just an over played cliche. Either way his life was already rolling forward on the path he was on. The past was cemented, the future was unknown but the present was wide open to any & all changes. Floyd's eyes widened as he witnessed Amalia manifest him a fake altered ID out of thin air. She'd brought the sketch to life with nothing but her will. His jaw dropped momentarily as he realized she understood far more then he intially realized the plight of being an altered human. After recovering from the shock he reached out to accept the ID she'd created and examined it beeming with joy. "Wow! I feel like an idiot talking about how you don't understand." For the first time since getting to her apartment he allowed himself a pain free moment of pure joy happy to have an ID in hand which took a weight off his shoulder plus finding out one of his friends and one of the most sexiest ones at that was a altered human like him. "So your like me huh, you gotta teach me how do that." Floyd said as he turned invisible then back to normal.

"Just because you are the second shadiest person I know, doesn't mean your core personality is shady or rotten." She gave him a little wink. Amalia was happy to see his reaction, more so because he looked happy. She did like the theatrics of revealing her own powers to him but being able to make him his own ID right away to help him ease that burden made her happy. If she could do this for other people, even if it was a business, she couldn't see why it was bad. They could get some justice together and be able to spend more time together. Amalia laughed internally, she wasn't sure why she was looking forward to spending time with him. He was nice to her and she was sincere to him, she didn't think that just because he had ended up in bed with the wrong people made him a bad person. "It's okay, I should have just told you when you admitted to it. You know, it is hard to admit it. Suddenly we have this label on us and I don't even know what to do with it." She watched Floyd with wide eyes herself this time as he turned invisible and back to normal, "Oh! I like it! It increases your stealth level." She wanted to ask more questions about it, but held back. It had already been eventful for her to even reveal her power. She laughed at herself though, she realized right then she was basically a human 3D machine.

"The second shadiest." Floyd retorted in a whimisical tone wondering who the first was and why he was on her shady list at all. Was it the marijuana trafficking, the fake Id's or the crowds he sometimes kept. "Well I'm glad you don't think my "core personality is rotten," Floyd looked at the bright side at least she saw the inner goodness in him even if he himself didn't always see it. He was ecstatic to see that Amalia had super powers just like him. It turned out that confessing that he was an altered human to her was the very right move. "It is kinda scary huh, and the way there talking about us in the news like were less then, less then human really." Floyd reflected on rhetoric used by the president & other politcians. The new laws made it so they werent even a protected group anymore. He felt a brief fluttering sensation of his heart as Amalia spoke and raised an eyebrow. He decided to pay it no. mind, this moment right here right now with Amalia was a great one, one he'd remember in a postive life. It was something about her that made him feel happy calm safe and serene around her. Maybe it was just her infectious good spirited smile, shining white teeth or her magnetically gorgeous personality. "Yeah it does but that's not all unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it." Floyd caused his right hand to be engulfed in blue fire that quickly dissipated leaving no burns or any signs of general discomfort or pain that a regular person would experience from having their hand covered in fire. "I'm like a sponge, a power sponge, I soak up the powers of other altered people when I'm exposed to their powers like yours too now I suppose." Floyd finished with that fact wondering what Amalia's power would feel like and if she'd even consider showing him how to use it.

"Yeah, the second. The first being someone who might be able to help you sell IDs, actually." She gave him a small wink and spun the pen around in her hand while listening to him, "I am really glad you showed me. I felt really alone in all of this. I think the first few days I couldn't breath. Any time I saw myself I was scared of who I was and what was going to become of me," She admitted, unsure why she was opening up so much to Floyd. Normally she was the kind of person who was there for other people and would share very little and carefully, but she enjoyed Floyd's presence and for the first time in the last few hours the two different voices in her head seemed to calm down. "They say crazy things about us. And I get it, some people are using these abilities for such awful things. But to put us all into the same group," She shook her head, "I know they are just scared and doing what scared people do, act on their first instinct instead of stopping to outweigh real options." Amalia sighed and put the pen down, staring at it for a moment then looking up at Floyd. He was handsome, a little shady, but overall she could sense he wasn't as dangerous as other people. "I like that you are a sponge, I think that is a good metaphor for you in general. You should use mine! You could have fun with it. I am still learning, I can create small things but larger things are harder. And sometimes food tastes funny, so watch out for that."

"Oh so that's who your talking about." Floyd didn't actually KNOW who she was talking about, but if he was more shady then him he'd be of some use. All this time he was getting this plan together he realized that he might not have a super good market for doctored identification. Sure he pushed dope but getting caught with drugs didn't usually result in people seeking a new life and ID well at least for customers & their amounts. "Yeah who are you telling, at least you could see yourself when I turned invisible the first time you'd think it was awesome until you realize that no one can see you and I didn't know how to be seen again." Floyd shuddered thinking about how his first experience with that power wasn't as fun as he'd imagined having it would be not when you didn't know how to turn it off that was scary. Hearing Amalia talk about her ability was interesting perhaps more so then anything else he'd ran into so far. "Shit If I can draw up some popeyes that would be wonderful but ah shit...damn." Floyd paused as if he had uncovered some deep mystery. "I can't draw...not like you I dunno how Imma use this power." Floyd frowned as the practical realization set in that he was no skilled artist like Amalia, so any "Food" he drew might not even be edible powers or no powers.

"I cannot imagine that part though, being invisible. Although..." She trailed off, she knew what it felt like to be mentally invisible but not so much physically. Amalia decided it was for the best though not to mention that, she couldn't get too sappy on him here. She smiled at him and said, "I was thinking that you could draw up your own weed myself, save yourself some money! You don't need to be the best artist, I don't think. Actually, I wouldn't know. It's half mental. For example, I drew out most of what the ID looked like, right? But then I focused when I manifested it and it came out exact." Amalia started to doodle again for a moment while still talking, "I can't make them in batches though, so I will have to draw up a perfect design for you to 3D print yourself. I can make them in a pinch though, if you have an emergency client." Amalia finished her doodle, it was a small pink bandage with little butterflies on it. She put her hand over it and felt the same sensation, suddenly the bandage was in her hand. She smiled at Floyd and stuck it on his arm.

Floyd winced for a second at the sensation of the bandaid being placed on one of his wounds. But that was followed by a feeling of relief with a little bit of itchiness. However part of that was the painkillers he'd popped earlier kicking in. He felt the sensations of euphoria rushing through his body, as well as a heaviness and a tad bit of bluriness in his eyes. He raised his had to rub at his eyelid as his eyes started to redden. The combination of both the percocet pills & the edibles were beginning to take effect. "Yeah but I can't lie it's fun you know you can go anywhere and people are different animals when they don't think anyone's watching." Floyd immediately regretted what he said he didn't want Amalia to think he was someone who was walking around stalking people while invisible. He just happened to be unseen a couple times in the recent past and stumbled upon people who didn't see him. "I mean I'm like following people around with my powers or anything ugh that came out wrong." Floyd felt like he mentally shot himself in the foot, feeling some embarrassment. "But But ya know drawing up my own weed would be cool, shit maybe I can learn to draw. I mean I'm pretty decent at graphic design there's people way better at my company but maybe if I can use the power to manifest stuff I make graphically?" Floyd remarked in an inquisitive tone not knowing the mechanics behind Amalia's powers. "And I'm honestly happy I've got my own like I said it's so much stress gone, you really helped me out Amalia.
"So however much time you need to get the perfect design you've got it, I mean the quicker the better but you can't rush the type of greatness you have" Floyd found himself smiling without noticing as he complimented Amalia again. Wow Amalia looks good mhmm woah where that come from. Shit gotta be all these drugs making me feel some type of way Floyd was briefly lost in thought mainly from the edibles starting to kick his ass when he remembered something. "Oh wow I feel like a dick, I forgot to thank you for the band-aid, It just came outta nowhere but thanks." Floyd finally responded sheepishly not wanting to seem unappreciative.

"You know, I didn't take it creepily until you said something." Amalia brushed her hair back behind her ears and grinned, "And if you did creep on people, it's not my business. Just don't creep on me while I am changing, okay?" Amalia noticed the red eyes and how he was rubbing them, along with his speech pattern as well. He was on something for sure, which worried Amalia. She was scared for both his physical and mental health but happy she could at least relieve some obvious tension he had with the new ID. "You could always try to manifest it with graphic art, I actually haven't tried that myself! I do most of my designs the old school way, paper and pencil." She did have a nice computer in her place that had the programs she learned at school loaded onto it, she was surprised that she never thought to try it out that way and found the idea interesting, although she was very attached to her paper and pencil. "I will work on it, it shouldn't take too long at all." Amalia was very detailed in most of her work, she liked to have a good idea of what things would look like once they were not on paper. She started to wonder about her powers and how, for her at least, they really were just an extension of her. She wondered if it was true for everybody or if it really was just random and a pure coincidence.

"Hey, you should really take care of yourself. The bandage really won't do anything to help what is going on with you," Amalia looked at Floyd in his red eyes with concern, "if you need to stay here tonight, you can. I have the couch here with a blanket! Or you can come cuddle with me."

"Yeah I guess I messed that up." Floyd scratched behind his head the embarassment starting to subside mostly. Sometimes impulsiveness worked against him when he just blurted things out without thinking about them too much. "Ya know what I'm gonna try it then no reason not to try right." Floyd figured there was no other way he was going to feasibly use the power unless that method worked out so he had no intention of not trying. If he could use the pixlr app to make free weed or other fun stuff he was down to try. "Oh wow the couch that'll be great for my back." Floyd responded with a little more sarcasm then he intended but he was mostly teasing Amalia. Although he wasn't jumping to lay on a couch blanket or no blanket after the bar fight with Lionel. "But cuddling with you on the other hand sounds promising." He found those words slipping out as the substances he took were now fully running through his system synergising for a stronger and more enjoyable feeling then either alone provided. He did tend to be a bit more forward with people when he was spun but wasn't everyone?

Amalia wanted to playfully smack him when he spoke sarcastically about the couch, but caught herself seeing as he was in pain, so instead she just smiled. Amalia got up from the chair and grabbed the blanket from the couch then came up behind him and wrapped him gently in it, "Yes, promising. As in, promising to get a good nights rest with a good cuddle buddy." She gave him a little wink before pulling away, leaving the blanket on him. "Welcome to my humble abode, you will find the only bedroom in this house on the door to your right. Bathroom right next to it, in case you need to puke up whatever you took tonight!" Amalia then snuck into the bedroom for a quick moment to change into pajamas, while doing so she yelled, "Don't go invisible on me now!" When she reappeared she was in a pair of black shorts and a giant grey sweater. "I will work on the ID tomorrow morning and have it done before the night, I promise. Right now is sleep time for the both of us, we have had an eventful day," She then proceeded to hold out her hand for Floyd.

Floyd let a knowing smile come upon him when Amalia set the blanket on him. He had a soft spot for girls that were caring & nurturing, probably because his own mom was a nurse. "That's all." Floyd questioned with a grin then going hmmm going for a humorous mood & tone rather then aggressive. "The one and only, but far cleaner the mine most likely." Floyd carried on not that he was a total slob, but having ADHD meant his room tended to get un-organized with little prompting. "Luckily for you I'm a professional I won't be throwing up now if I had a date with Honey Jack Daniels that'd be a different story." Floyd recalled memories from his heavy drinking phase in his early 20's when he was living a slightly stereotypical college party lifestyle. "Lead the way gorgeous." Floyd extended his hand out to Amalia's interlocking his fingers with hers

"Ah yes, a true professional. Comes to a girl's house on god knows what," Amalia laughed at him and held his hand, leading him to the bedroom. Her bed was a queen sized bed with light purple sheets, a matching purple blanket, but also a grey colored blanket with roses on it on top. While still holding Floyd's hand she pulled up the covers and then turned to guide him to the bed, "No funny business, mister." She winked at him and gave him a small smile.

"Marijuana thats what." Floyd added with a cheeky tone, forgetting for a moment that he took pain pills as well. But seeing as how he took them to nurse the legitimate pain he was in he didn't consider it recreational at this point. Ooooh purple the color of royalty, she's got good taste Floyd thought to himself upon seeing the color of her queen sized bed, and felt the roses on her gray colored blanket fit the artsy vibe he felt from her in general. "Funny business whaaat I'm not a comedian or anything." Floyd said as she joined him under the covers and adjusted himself slightly to cuddle with her closer. "Just getting comfortable ya know."

Amalia pulled up the blankets on the other side and cuddled into bed next to Floyd. "Uh huh, sure. I believe that you only are high on marijuana right now." She said very lightly, the sarcasm being faint. She could tell something else was going on with him, he had to have taken something else by the way he was acting, but she didn't want to press. Amalia wasn't quite sure why she was so worried about Floyd but being around him made her feel a little less like her brain was splitting in two. "Let me know if I cuddle up next to something that hurts, okay?" Amalia kissed his cheek and then laid her head gently on him. When Amalia was a kid she loved being physical with people, hugs, kisses, cuddling. However after her first real relationship and the disaster that it was, plus losing the love from her mother, made her grow distant. She still cared about people, but it was more rare for her to be physical with people. The past few years she had been living alone though with very few close friends, she felt that she was getting better. She wanted to achieve the happiness she had as a child and part of that happiness was not only being there for people mentally but also being able to show her love and appreciation physically, just like she used to be able to do. A small grin grew on Amalia's face as she laid next to Floyd.

"Of courseeee Amalia I wudnt wie to wuuu." Floyd said intentionally speaking like that on purpouse to further tease her. Oh shit I am high on them pills too, shit thats why I'm not hurting no more that or the bandaid she stuck on me Floyd found himself smirking at his own internal humor, one thing about him is his ability to always entertain himself. Feeling her lips on his cheek made his heart flutter a bit, everything feeling more sensual with the narcotics flowing through his bloodstream. With her head rested on him he felt the effects of the blood rushing to his second brain which sometimes had a mind of its own regardless of what he thought. He found himself gently running his hands through her black hair. Should I A brief thought was entertained before making his decision. Turning his head towards Amalia he leaned forward to kiss her.

Amalia chuckled at his teasing, she enjoyed his light heart and his playfulness. Amalia felt her eyes close on her as he played with her hair, feeling relaxed with him. She opened up her eyes for just a moment to find him moving to kiss her. Her eyes fluttered closed again as she leaned in to accept it. But only after moment her heart rate went up, in a bad way. Her thoughts starting to race between two different feelings. She liked Floyd, despite what he did for a living, she wanted to believe that he was still a good person over all. The other thoughts though, those were the bad ones. She had a sudden flash of a six foot three basketball player punching her in the face and then proceeding to kiss her. Her ex boyfriend, the one she dated for two years who continually abused her, punished her, made her feel like he was as good as she would ever get. She wanted to enjoy this moment with Floyd, it had been years since she escaped her ex, but the trauma was still there. He made an impact on her formative years and made sure that even though she was far away from him now that he would still never leave her mentally. "Floyd..." Amalia said as she pulled away slightly, her voice coming out raspy and fearful.

"Floyd" Hearing those words from her always made it seem like time slowed down time or come to a halt temporarily. The first kiss was always the one that came with the most hesitation when it was with women he had an established relationship with that hadn't went in a romantic direction yet. As he locked lips with her however he felt a sudden shift in the vibes and not necessarily in a good way. Call it intuition which is something that he tended to have in spades. Hearing the sudden weakness in her voice alarmed him. Sure he was use to making women weak in the knees but not in this way, the feeling her voice resonated was the exact opposite of pleasure. "Amalia.." He said softly "What's wrong..?" Floyd asked with concern in his eyes, clearly this was more then just instant regret from locking lips. As someone, no a man in tune with his emotions he felt that he had triggered something that she'd pushed into the depths of her memory & mind.

Guilt swept over Amalia as she looked Floyd in the eyes, she saw the concern in them and felt at a loss for words. For a moment she was quiet, staring at him with a mixture of fear and sadness. Her stomach knotted but she knew, she just knew, that she had to tell him. She had never told anyone, people always overlooked her and the bruises on her arms and the black eyes she almost always sported during her last year of high school. "If only I could be invisible like Floyd, that would be a neat power for someone like me...' "I think you are good," Amalia heard herself say, not sure where her words were heading, "I have only ever been with one person. When I moved to New York from the Philippines. And he, he wasn't good." She put one hand on his chest and stared at that hand instead of his eyes. Feeling his heart beat underneath her small hand. 'I want to be okay again. I want to trust someone. Not everyone will be like him. She let out a small but shaky breath, "We joke about you being shady. But there is a difference between shady and being good," her words were quiet, "he used to hurt me. I remember one time thinking about how I might have a permanent black eye from what he used to do to me. And that's just the tip of the iceberg." Amalia looked back up in his brown eyes, "I don't want to hold onto that trauma anymore. I don't want to project it onto anyone else either. I think it's important for you to know though, because I do like you. I just need," Amalia felt her heart go up even more, she bit her lip, "I just need to be treated gently." She was worried that she sounded horrible but she didn't know how else to communicate that she did want him, she wanted to kiss him and feel him and not be afraid, but she owed it to both him and herself to be honest with her past.''

Floyd listened intently to what Amalia was saying, as she poured out her emotions confessing to him the abuse & torment she suffered at the hands of her ex. Hearing about what she went through made his blood boil. It made him irate to know there were people no predators in this world who could deliver some harsh treatment to pure souls such as hers. "I understand." The tone in Floyd's voice shifted to one with additional seriousness & calmness. "I can handle you with care, I know what it's like to walk around with trauma, it's like an invisible weight that you carry around every day. But since it's unseen no one else can see it, they cant visualize the burden that's holding you down so they don't understand it." Floyd paused for a moment as he reached to gently twirl his fingers through Amalia's hair while staring into her eyes wanting to peer into her soul as he spoke. "And I know I can be a little shady, maybe...that's why I'm drawn to someone pure like you the light I need. People can be so judgemental, I know it's not easy to share certain things but......, but you can trust me and I promise I won't ever hurt you Amalia." Floyd found himself slowing down to really think about each and every word he was saying. He had his own inner demons and skeletons from his past that he didn't advertise to the world. They were different from Amalia's of course, but he could relate not to the exact horrendous experience she had but that feeling of unworthiness of maybe this is all I'm getting because maybe this is all I deserve. But just like he learned that wasn't the case he wanted Amalia to also know & realize that wasn't true for her either. Finally like a light bulb that appeared above a protagonist in a cartoon when they solved a problem he felt the spark that enlightened him to the words he needed to speak"There's no pressure we don't have to rush, I can't say I've only been with one person, but I can easily see you being my last."

Amalia listened intensely to him the distress in her heart started off high, even after Floyd said that he understood. She heard the shift in his voice but was scared to hear what would come next. But as she listened she felt the burden not feel so heavy as he twirled his fingers in her hair. She found herself gently tracing the muscles on his chest with her hand while looking into his sincere and warm eyes. Melting, she felt like she was melting. The fear, the pain, the voices in her head the screamed at her that she would never be good enough for a person to look out after, the echoes of her ex screaming at her to not speak out of line, to only talk to him, to worship only him, started to melt. No one had ever called her pure, no one ever complimented her as she spent the last six years of her life being invisible. Her eyes started to get glossy as they held back tears, her face turning hot from his gentle words. He knew what it was like in his own way to feel the way she felt. It was interesting to her that two people could walk unrelated lives and have different experiences but yet still end up feeling the same. 'I can easily see you being my last...' The words felt free. Amalia let out a small half gasp and half laugh when he finished. "I know you called me pure but I think you have so much heart in you then you know." Amalia responded, almost in a whisper. She moved her hand onto his face and looked him in the eyes before gently kissing him, this time not feeling so much fear.

"Really?" Floyd asked with beady eyes looking at Amalia, the comment about heart made him feel all giddy inside. He didn't think of himself as an evil man or anything of the sort, but the lifestyle he was in presented limited occurrences when people made good comments about his character as of late. Floyd once again locked lips with Amalia this time feeling much better as it seemed his comforting words seemed to settle some of her tension from her turbulent past. The physical attraction he felt for her had blossomed into something more, it so relaxing to be with someone like her. He felt the most enjoyment out of life when he could share it with someone he cared about, who really & truly cared about him. "Wow I'm so happy I called you, ya know I think I always liked you." Floyd said as they seperated from there last kiss, confessing that he'd had a crush on her but was hesitant to act on it as he still valued their friendship.

"Really." Amalia put a hand on his cheek and rubbed her hand back forth, feeling his skin. She liked the look in his eyes, it was a look she hadn't seen before. Amalia tried her best to act with the kindness in her heart, but there was days that she felt the storm fight. She only spent two years in New York, but those two years haunted her. They had changed her in a way she didn't recognize and took years to come back from. She never wanted to be like who she was in New York again, so she distanced herself from anything that reminded her of that. Looking at Floyd now was the first time she was next to someone feeling that difference, the storm was farther away, she could keep running from it. "You always liked me? I didn't think I was your type." Amalia smiled at him, she honestly didn't think she was his type, but in a way sometimes the people you never expect end of being someone special to you. You can have your checklist on what you like in a person, but there is always bound to be someone who comes along and changes that checklist. "I think I always liked you too."

"You didn't think you were my type, I was worried I wasn't yours." Floyd admitted with an uncharacteristic grin. "I mean I didn't know if you were a fan of chocolate, even though it's the best flavor some people have weird taste." Floyd felt his humor returning as the tension & tense emotions fully left him. He was at his happiest when he was able to point out & address the comedic aspects of his situation. "I'm glad to know the feeling's mutual though." Floyd added before wrapping his arms around Amalia's waist and pulling her closer as he went to kiss her passionately.

The Energy Storm

Washington D.C - Norman Chaplin - CyberCorp HeadQuarters

Norman had scheduled a meeting in Washington to debut CyberCorp’s new technology. The company had finished developing their new robotic warriors to serve the United States Military & Law Enforcement. Being the Forrester Corporation’s primary rivals, it was a hard sell as they had to get around several barriers instated by the Forrester’s Presidency & lobbying to prevent their company from securing any defense contracts with the US Military.



The head of the United States Defense was present, as well as some other Washington D.C officials. They were present at a military base in an area set up for weapons testing & target practice. A row of CyberCorp Drones were seen present against the wall of the facility, armed & ready for action.

“Ladies & gentlemen I present to you the XP9, state of the art robotic defense. Extremely durable, and well equipped death machine for law enforcement & justice! After recent events that are transpired we as a country and a nation need more defense against the rise of the Altered Threat. In San Francisco a devastating attack done by Lori Martinez caused the lives of 29,000 plus lives, half of downtown San Francisco is wrecked, the destruction is violent.”

The room went quite as the deaths were mentioned caused by Lori’s violent rampage that took place yesterday. The people around erupted into silent chat & murmur as Norman went on to explain the benefit & effectiveness of the new system he developed for the XP9.

A simulation was ran as some targets were put up, and the robots activated. They unleashed several bullets, rockets & lasers demolishing the target. Following a silence in the room, people spoke & discussed what they witnessed. A grin spread over Norman’s face as he gauged the reaction of the people who attended the defense meeting.

“Alright Mr. Chaplin, we’ve taken a vote, in light of the recent occurence’s, especially related to the violent attack by the giant altered woman, we will be extending you the benefit of a military contract for CyberCorp & the XP9’s. Right now in the midst of this war we’ve entered amongst our country & citizens, we see a direct need for the implementnation of the XP9’s in our military & law enforcement, welcome board.”

“Thank you sir, and you will not be disappointed. Together we will make America a safer place, and restore order to the United States of America.” Norman added feeling huge amounts of satisfaction about the approval for the military contract for the XP9’s. CyberCorp was well on it’s way to revolutinizing the United States Military & Law Enforcement. The next phase/step of the plan would be the greatest, Operation KIVA.

The Energy Storm

Floyd Banker

Time: Afternoon
Location: San Francisco, Rita’s Apartment
Interaction:

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“God damn it, so now you’ve made enemies with a guy whose a walking tin can.” Rita retorted shaking her head. Floyd had swung by her place with Darius to inform her of everything that went down at TAP. She was upset, but Floyd didn’t know.or understand the full extent of her irritation.

She was skimming weight off the top of her loads from her brother & the rest of the Salzaras Cartel. That was the source of the drugs she was selling Floyd, the cause of his newfound wealth and an integral part of their relationship. It was more like a work-lationship, with an emphasis on “work”. But now this Lionel character was getting involved, this could make things more hectic. The arrival of altered humans & their various powers had served to complicate matters.

Rita was of course grateful for her own powers as well as Floyd’s. In-fact without his own abilities she wouldn’t be sitting across the table from him right now. Lionel would have snapped his neck with utter ease & maybe Darius too. Why the hell am I thinking about Darius, I mean I wouldn’t mind letting him hit once or twice. I dunno if he can handle all this ass, but I’m down to let him try Rita smirked amused at her own inner dirty thoughts about Floyd’s friend. If her brother were around he’d make a remark about how she certainly lived up to her reputation as a home-wrecker and friendship crusher.

“Well I’ve got more bad news guys.” Darius had just walked back into the living room where Floyd & Rita were chatting about the Lionel situation. “Seth’s closing the place down, this fight was the last straw, you know he already had some health code violations & a pending investigation because of all the inconsiderate ass people dealing at the bar.” Darius glared at Floyd as he made his last comment, as Taste of Paradise was his favorite spot to hang. He derived lots of inspiration from kicking it there talking to strippers & other patrons.

Floyd ignored Darius’s look, knowing he was making a sub jab at him. Sure he made some plays at TAP, but it’s not like he posted up there like he was out on the block. It just so happened that plenty of people wanted coke & pills at the club especially one filled with as many gorgeous strippers as that place. “Ok fuck, I mean wait I got an idea about TAP right, remember a few weeks ago how Seth was talking about selling the spot for like 50 racks.”

“Yeah I remember, but the hell does that matter, I don’t have 50 racks, if you about to start going on and on about going into business again forget it. I like being able to rely on a paycheck, I’m not trying to go from that to worrying about paying a bunch of other people without even knowing how Imma get paid.” Darius refused he’d briefly entertained the idea of going into business with Floyd a few times over the past few months seeing how well Plug Rich Media was doing. But Floyd’s illicit activities worried him, and they’d stress him out if he was actually on paper with him.

“Okay but look I do, and I got an idea, I’ll fund it, and even put you on payroll for the first 2 months we can sign the paper-work and everything, guanrateed out my pocket. And I’ve to a shell company I forgot about that I can use as the buyer, so me and you are’t tied together on paper, come on, you know it’s better to run TAP on your current salary with the potential to get way more by doing it, besides you’ll have more time to focus on graphic design if you run a business rather then work for one.”

“Oooh, having an establishment like that under our possession would be useful, with my connects I can ensure we don’t have the same problems as your friend from any sort of investigation.” Rita chimed in, admiring Floyd’s business mind. She regretted her sexual thoughts about Darius, forgetting how much she liked being around Floyd & his business sense.

“Shit the same salary…right now to run TAP, and still be a co owner & manager.” Darius asked raising an eyebrow, this offer was a little bit harder to refuse. As much as Floyd’s activities were worrying, if he had a legitimate shell company with history to pose as the buyer & front the funds he’d feel way more comfortable getting involved in the venture. At the end of the day he wasn’t touching or selling drugs, and as long as they didn’t convert the bathroom into a full blown dope operation he was far enough away that he felt he could sustain the place past the two months when he’d have to fully rely on the establishment’s income.

Floyd’s mind was already spinning with ideas, ever since the conversation with Seth about selling the place that idea had been in the back of his mind. With the money he was touching form working with the Salzaras he wanted to expand his financial portfolio into other things besides stocks & crypto currency. But seeing as how he was already running Plug Rich on top of everything he was doing with Rita he didn’t have enough time in his schedule to occupy Plug Rich. That’s where Darius had came in, he’d worked with him in the past in the earlier days of Plug Rich back when they had both lived in Atlanta. That was in the earliest days of their friendship when Jo had first linked them together and he was at the drawing board with his media company. Unfortunately financial instability & a fall-out with his publisher as well as TIG limiting their opportunities for drastic company growth had strained Darius’s participation in the venture.

Then moving to California last year was the straw that not just broke, but shattered the camel’s back. Floyd had missed working with him, and now that they both lived in the same city again, San Francisco of course he wanted to re-visit the idea of them working together. The most fun they’d had in the past was doing marketing & promo projects for strip clubs back in Atlanta, which had gained them free entry as well as making them popular with several of the strippers at the clubs the promoted. Shit my nig ya know you wanna do this, we really going be getting paper at that point. Then washing all my bread from Rita going be even easier, dumb simple A gleam was in Floyd’s eyes as his brain

“Alright fuck it if you draw up that paper-work I’m with it.” Darius finally gave in and Floyd grinned going to Rita’s desktop to put together the contract. Rita put a thumb to her in chin engaging in introspective thought about what Floyd’s purchase of this bar would mean for the future prosperity of his business & their illicit ventures.

Two Hours Later
Floyd had set up everything contract wise with Darius to make a move on TAP. Another reason he wanted to secure that location & business was everything going on with Altered Humans. He made plenty enough money right now, but in the event that he needed to immediately without warning disengage from illegal activities he wanted to rely on both TAP & Plug Rich Media.

TAP was an already booming popular bar & strip club, of course being in California the rent for the property monthly was expense. But if he could get his hands on the current customer base Seth had already accumulated he felt confident he’d do well. Meanwhile he had another idea for a business venture that was forming in the corners of his mind. While he was prepared for a rematch with Lionel or rather as Rita suggested he needed to be training for one. He did want to dip his hands into another illicit venture.

He was doing research on the market for artificial identification, searching customer bases on the hidden regions of the internet to accumulate numbers for his research. While he was doing that his phone started buzzing, and he took it out frowning when he didn’t recognize the number. He tented to avoid calls from contacts that weren’t saved in his line of business it was better to not be reached by some people.

Still he had a feeling about this call, and decided to answer. “Hello.” Floyd answered nervously wondering who it was.

“Is this Banker, Floyd banker.” A voice Floyd didn’t recognize spoke, he cursed mentally feeling a bit nervous that this could be related to Lionel in some way.

“Depends whose this?”

“Depends bruh, look I’m looking for Floyd, my names Brock, Brock Joiner, Frank’s dead, he told me to call this number if-“ Brock got cut off as Floyd let out a gasp and almost dropped the phone. Hearing the news about Frank’s sudden passing was shocking and had his head spinning.

“Frank Lenatro?! How what happened, wait Brock…I..” Floyd paused for a second in the middle of his conversation. “I think he brought you up, one of his homies in the states, a pilot right, you use to run..”

“Aye Aye we on the phone look bruh, Frank told me he was paranoid. He said he’d been working with you, and he thought somebody been on him the past two weeks. The way he was talking I thought it was the folks, but he told me it wasn’t He said he was doing a job for you out in Utah three days ago, and I found out he got clapped two days ago. They found his body lifeless at a hotel, no signs of blunt trauma or poison or anything shit’s crazy. “ Brock continued talking explaining the situation with Frank the best he could while being on the phone with him.

After finishing he delivered one final message to Floyd, who was clearly upset with Frank’s untimely passing. Of course worry for himeslf was in the back of his mind, as Frank was someone he had moving weight to nearby illegal states. He’d started working with Frank five to six weeks ago, when he’d tried to pick pocket him. Frank had been unsuccessful which happened to be the first time that happened to him since the manifestation of his power invisibility. Thanks to the nature of Floyd’s ability he was able to witness him in the act, and prevent him shocking the invisible thief. From that point onward the confrontation was relatively time and shockingly enough ended up with Floyd offering Frank a job. Upon finding out he was an illegal immigrant who lost his job after a fight on the job with a racist co=worker. Admittedly he was a bit iffy involving Frank with him work wise since he’d first met him trying to steal. But realizing that Frank was using his powers for petty crime to feed his two four year old daughters had softened Floyd’s heart a bit. Besides his security team could use an invisible helping hand, but the real money had came from having him deliver pounds with his powers stealthily.

But alas, all good things come to an end. Thus was the case with his operation with Frank, whom Brock was reporting had suffered a quite unusual end. After getting off the phone with Brock Floyd went to talk to Rita. H told her about Brock’s call & Frank’s reported death as well as what it meant for the & out of state deliveries. With that in mind he went to meet Brock in person who happened to not be far wanting to get a message, now the final message left to him from and by Frank.

The Energy Storm

Adora Zayas

Time: Late Morning
Location: Downtown San Francisco
Interaction:

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The screams of horror from everyone inside the building Adora collapsed made her giggle. The suffering of the citizens of downtown San Francisco was music to her demented violent ears. She had no sympathy for these people, feeling as though she was delivering the same energy to them as they had given to Altered Humans. Had the city erupted into a violent protest against the national guard & the President’s declaration of martial law in response to the altered’ right violations she might have spared the city this giant sized thrashing.

But then again maybe not, she had a bone pick with the city & Lori was the final key in her plan before her rampage could begin anyway. Adora spotted Kristi Philips news-crew in the chopper, noticing the camera pointed at her. She overheard the conversation they were having about her on live air. “Oh attention news people! It’s VERY rude to have a conversation about someone and not include them, when they are right here!” Adora’s voice bellowed towards them, directing the sound primarily at them getting there attention & no doubt stirring up true fear in them as Adora stepped forward stepping on some citizens running for their lives as she did. Inching closer to the crew menacingly she was taken aback when a man dressed in military garb appeared on her shoulder.

“You’re done, you hear me!”

“You think you can tell ME what to do little man, I-“ Before Adora could continue her stern talk to the sailor she was enveloped by his power. One minute she was standing in the middle of downtown San Francisco wreaking havoc the next she was air-borne. The fuck?! She heard someone from the ship speaking below, and began laughing as her descent began.

Her fall towards the ocean below stopped abruptly and she twisted her giant figure around in the sky having the power to fly. She directed her telekinetic power to the carrier below flipping it over while unleashing devastating beams of energy from her eyes towards the naval base. She faded from visibility and jetted back towards the city the sound of a massive sonic boom occurring as she took off towards the city.

Within moments she became visible again as she deliberately flew into a building crash landing and rolling through the street crushing several people. The dispatched Jets had changed course upon getting reports of the giant’s return crash into the city. Screams of terror escaped from citizens as Adora had landed in a new part of the city a few blocks away from where she’d been ported away. Electrical arcs emerged from her finger tips drilling through the streets tearing innocent people, cops & national guard soldiers apart. As the Jets neared her they went on the offensive unleashing missiles. Adora saw the missiles and cackled. Using her mass powers she altered her own density to the point of intangibility causing the batch of missiles launched at her to harmlessly phase through her body and zoom into the streets wiping out pedestrians and hitting an apartment complex behind her.

In response she clapped her hands at using the jet’s own weaponry to demolish more innocents. She used her telekinetic power to steer one of the jets in a downward spiral causing it to collide with a gas station causing an even bigger explosion. The other jet had maneuvered around the billowing flames that erupted from the wield out gasoline station and launched another missile at Adora who’d become solid again to grab a bill-board and toss it into a fast food restaurant.

In response Adora used her powers to cause the opposite effect hardening her density to raise her already heightened durability due to her massive size. She punched the missile causing an explosion, the second jet pulling away as two more jets flew in having been deployed as back-up. They circled around the smoke cloud where Adora once stood and as the smoke cleared Adora wasn’t seen. Suddenly the two jets that had joined the battle downtown vanished, and remaining jet skirted away from that area trying to figure out what happened.

Adora had once again become invisible and grabbed both jets crushing them. Unleashing heat beams she took down the last jet then became visible again. “Back to you guys.” Adora teased at Kristi’s news crew whom she was now back to being close by. They screamed as Adora snatched them out of the sky ripping the chopper’s blades off and tossing them into the window of a nearby apartment slicing through the residents inside. “So you fuckers like to record huh, looking for a story?!! At my expense, huh answer me!!!” Adora barked as she ripped the roof the chopper off dumping Kristi, the pilot & two camera-men Into the palm of her hand.

“P…P..Please put us down we were just doing our jobs!!!!”

“Put you down, bitch what? Fine” Adora balled her fist and pulled her arm back rapidly causing the four to scream in terror as Adora acted as if she was about to throw them to their deaths. She let out an ahhh sound and slowly Brought her hand back around opening her hand seeing the four clutching at her palm screaming in terror thinking they were about to be flung to their very painful deaths.

“Never-mind, I mean sure I’m on a roll fucking San Fran up, but like you said you guys are just doing your job, recording a good story for all the good folks at home to see right? You didn’t mean to piss me off, did ya Kristi??”

“N..No..No of course not!!!” Kristi stumbled forward in the folds of Adora’s hand nearly throwing up out of fear. Her heart was racing at 100mph, and one of the camera man happened to still be recording, the other one having dropped his camera down to the streets below when Adora had just cocked her arm back moments ago.

“Ladies & gentlemen, for those at home watching everything you’ve seen today is only the beginning. I will not stop until this whole country is in ruins, until every city is pile of debris & dead bodies are littered in the streets across America. This isn’t just for me, this is for Reaper, this is for ALL the altered humans, END our oppression & submit to our rule or prepare for your doom.” Adora laughed evilly as she finished her announcement the cowering of the news employees in her hand was like a rush to her similar to that from a line of good cocaine.

“I..I…don’t support President Forrester, I voted for the other guy, you people deserve rights! Please spare us!” Kristi begged clasping her hands together as some tears rolled down her face as she pleaded with Adora for mercy. She’d witnessed her vicious attacks on the rest of the city and the images of her violence flooded her mind as she pleaded with the gargantuan superhuman to let her & her crew retain their lives.

“Shut up bitch I don’t believe you, I just needed you all to deliver my message, maybe if you had minded your fucking business instead of recording me you’d be okay.” Before the four could protest Adora raised her hand to her face inhaling the news workers alive. She burst out laughing at the four screaming as she downed them camera and all. “So much for lights, cameras, actions huh.”

She turned around to see more military army reinforcements arriving while also feeling a gurgling in her stomach. “BLEEHHHH” What followed was a burp kicked up several notches with her sound powers. The result was a devastating omnidirectional sound blast that tore through the surrounding area and a few city blocks around her like a bomb. The blast ensnared the approaching military aid as well, and massive mushroom cloud of smoke, debris & fire billowed through the air from the sheer & utter destruction her sonic burp had caused. "Ahem Excuse me, not that anyone around me survived that hahaha."

Feeling satisfied with getting her point/message across & the gruesomeness of her final attacks she faded away from sight for the last time. Returning to a state of invisibility she raised herself into the sky going higher and higher into the upper atmosphere while also miniaturizing her size back to normal once she was way up in the sky. From her current altitude San Francisco appeared very far away. Smiling once more at the destruction & chaos she’d delivered to the city, still invisible she took off in the opposite direction a sonic boom accompanying her departure once more as she took off finally departing from her blood thirsty rampage downtown.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@AnnaBeth Yup let me knnow when Cas joins