Chulance

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Castiel

Castiel accepted the opened beverage and eyed it with suspicion. He analyzed it for any signs of enochian or any other anti angel spells before taking a sip of the beverage. Like the rest of his species he didn't require food or drink even though he had a vessel. His grace connected to Heaven maintained the body he had control of, unlike demons they tended to keep their vessels in tact the only exception being that if a particularly powerful angel just wearing a meat-suit left it mentally & physically ruined.

"Thank you, that is the proper response for accepting a beverage from someone correct?" Castiel asked once again being prim & proper as always. As no curse had taken effect from the sip he quickly downed the contents of the entire beer & set the now empty container down on the table. "You people consume these for fun, the taste I experienced wasn't much of a pleasant one, but without a connection to Heaven's energy I suppose you all require food & drink to survive." Castiel summarized not realizing that alcohol served other purposes besides being a refreshment while also oblivious that he didn't have to chug the entire beer at once like he did.

"Bobby is it? Unfortunately that's all the information me and my superiors have right now. There is a powerful magical force at work in that town, one with the ability to elude even us angels. With that being the case we figured this was an assignment to pass along to the humans, and to answer your question Dean if the threat is neutralized we do believe that will prevent the seal from breaking which is of course the primary objective with this mission. I have to return to the rest of the garrison soon, but I'll rendezvous with you in the town shortly after your arrival to get an update of your handling of this case. Failure to save this seal will not only get the demons closer to their goal but also trigger the return of Samhain, lord of the dead. A white eyed demon with immense power one of the few of his kind with power equivalent to that of the angels, who has the unique power to effortlessly raise massive armies of zombies, ghosts & all manner of undead supernatural entities."

Josiah

Josiah wasn't particularly happy with everything going on, he was no closer to finding his mother. Every passing second he was filled with worry about what those demons who took her might be doing to her. He wanted nothing more then to gank every single one of those sons of bitches who took the woman who was most precious to him.

That's how he got wrapped up in this whole business of preventing the Apocalypse. As a descendent of the judges, his powers had been awakened a few months ago with angels once again walking the earth. To that end an angel had been assigned to mentor him & bring him onto Heaven's side as they wanted his gifts on their side. The angel who'd been sent to be his communication with Heaven was none other the Uriel.

"You think you can handle this situation without having to pray to me every five minutes or would you like me to hold your hand thet whole way through" The rude soldier spoke with unhidden disdain in his voice towards Josiah, he had no particular love for humans. It took everything in his power to refrain from calling them mud monkeys around them as he often did when he was only around other angels. The dislike however was mutual & Josiah had no particular love for this angel, but couldn't help but feel bad for the poor bastard he was using as a meat-suit. Every insult & taunt he received from him made him inch closer and closer to using his divine breaker on him.

"I think I'll be fine by myself Uriel, I don't need you or my sister to handle a couple witches. Hell I don't even need my right hand." Josiah replied back with pride.

"Oh is that so, I'd be happy to take it from you, it won't be an easy task, but your disrespectful behavior should provide the creativity needed to get the job done." Uriel said smirking for the first time since the start of the conversation they were having this afternoon.

Josiah instinctively turned his body so his right arm wasn't facing the angel indicating that although he was fed up with his talking down to him he didn't want to risk truly irritating a soldier of Heaven. Despite his well of pride he knew when and with whom to pick his battles with. "That won't be neccessary, look all I'm saying is I got this. So how about you tell me where I need to drop you off so you can get beamed up by Scotty." Josiah asked as he picked up his car keys and walked over to the front door of the crappy motel he was staying at. Instead of getting a vocal answer he got the sound of wings fluttering and saw the angel was gone.

"Huh well that works too, guess it's time to get me some witches huh, then off to this town." The hunter had also received a note like the one Castiel had given to Dean about the town where Samhain was to be revived. The witches he was refering to was a coven in one town over working together with the ones in the town. He'd gotten tired on his way over to his actual destination something he attributed to having five servings at a buffet spot he passed on the way over here. He couldn't resist once the smell of home made southern food hit his nostrils, not to mention the sight of the fresh peach cobbler through the windows at the front.

Regardless of how he'd fallen victim to the itis, it had happened. Perhaps it all worked out for the best, he was only a town away from where the endangered seal was. He thought back to his earlier conversation he'd had with Nat before Uriel had popped in to remind him of his true destination. He hated taking orders from others, and that included the angels, but once they promised to help him save his mother he was basically their bitch. Mainly because he had no idea where to even start looking, nor did he knew how powerful the demons were that took her.

He'd gotten extra cocky & confident with hunting thanks to his newfound powers, but he thought back to his initial days with his powers working a few cases with Nat. He remembered the words of wisdom she'd imparted with him crystal clear, even with his gifts he was far from being Superman or an angel. "Alright whatever time to get to work." He muttered as he made his way to his car and started it up.

Despite Uriel's insults he hadn't spent his time in this town doing nothing. He'd actually uncovered some information about the coven in question which consisted of four witches, and gotten two residential locations. In-fact he was only missing one more, as two of the witches were in a committed live in relationship. Growing up his father had always been someone who liked getting a good bargain and he'd inherited that aspect of his personality himself. In this case the deal had nothing to do with the grocery store or lawn care products but supernatural baddies. "I'm sure it'll be easier getting some answers with a couple, I can torture one interrogate the other, just in case there tough to crack, I can use whatever love they have for each other as leverage but that's if they even have any, you never know when it comes to monsters."

Josiah figured he wouldn' make any progress just sitting around in the parking lot and configured the destination on his GPS. Moments later he had reversed out of his spot and started heading to the house.

The Energy Storm

David Forrester

Time: Afternoon
Location: Oval Office - White House, Washington D.C
Interaction:

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Dad going crazy at the nursing home

David Forrester was furious, things were spiraling out of control & fast. The Blood Tests & Emergency Altered Act had been crucial first steps to his plans that would lead to the eventual control of all altered humans in the country. Then of course the grand finale and then the introduction of the United Empire.

His term in office had been moving along swell until the Energy Storm & energy plague hit three months ago. From that moment on he was faced with unprecedented problems that none of his predecessors had ever encountered, and briefly wished that Obama was still in office to deal with this rather than him. Still him, his brother & the rest of the family had come up with a way to take advantage of this situation, while his wife had suggested that perhaps this was karma. Karma for their life long actions & abuse of altered humans to further the goals of himself & the rest of the family.

For slaughtering those people, and brainwashing the remains whose powers were both manageable to control & easy to eliminate at a whim if needed. This sudden surge of so many different altered with varying levels of power all across the world to the point that were public knowledge was astounding. Never had their existence been revealed during the reign of anyone in the Forrester family, nor had their numbers ever spread this much. His chief of staff Morgan Howards came stumbling & bumbling into the Oval Office with files galore & an iPad she nearly dropped. “Mr President, Mr. President I have more urgent news about the situation developing in San Francisco, please we need to talk now.”

David let out an exasperated sigh and banged his fist against his presidential desk. His obvious display of anger made Morgan flinch, however the various secret service agents around him including Micah hardly reacted. They were use to David’s angry outbursts, behind closed doors cussing up a storm. This was a side of him he did’t dare leak to the public, his potty. Mouth was so proficient that his handlers did everything within their power to always make sure the president’s mic was rendered silent after any public speech’s where he was still in the area. As often the nice polite man of the people facade he put on was merely a mask over his true venomous toxic behavior & personality. “What is it now, more about that damn chink Chen” David retorted angrily, briefly looking around and feeling relief that there were no asian people present in the room. While he wasn’t one to bite his tongue often, he wanted to avoid directly offending anyone especially those who were sworn to protect him.

Still he wasn’t masking his true nature that well, his most important secret service agent Micah who was actually working for Liberty knew of his views on minorities very well. Now that he’d had the audacity to ever wag his finger on his face or call him the n word or any other slurs for that matter. He made sure to address Micah in a professional manner, knowing the value he added to his protection especially with the likes of Lori Martinez or now Amara as she called herself roaming about. Not just her but Reaper, Silver Flame, & other superhuman radicals who were irate with him & his administration’s discriminatory measures directed towards their people. “Yes sir unfortunately, I’ve taken the liberty to organize all the files & paperworks that include all current updated white house intelligence about the situation & all factors that are effecting it.” Haley continued somewhat nervously as she made sure to flatten out the crinkled edges of the stack of papers before setting them on the center of David’s desk.

He took his glasses out the case, and adjusted them before he began reading & flipping through the pages. His face began & continued to redden more and more as he middlingly flipped through the pages of intel gathered by White House intelligence. “Your fucking kidding me, you mean to tell me the mayors of Atlanta, Chicago & Detroit have all come out in support of Mayor Chen with similar announcements?!” David’s voice raised to the point that others in the White House working nearby the Oval Office could hear both his voice & the rage in his tone.

“Yes sir it seems that similar to how miss Adora Zayas movement to ban & remove altered humans from all properties owned by her had a trickle down effect to other major property owners as well as electing posts & comments of praise from those who supported her actions, Mayor Chen’s announcement has done the same. A common denominator between Mayor Chen & the other mayors who have made a stand is that they are all minorities, Chen of course is asian, well the other three mayors are black. While of course I’m in support of your actions as is the rest o the White House, as well as the majority of the Republican Party, and as well as a good bit of the Democratic Party, there are some democratic factions who see your or rather our actions as reminiscent of powerful political racists & tyrants in the past…and”

“Powerful political racist & Tyrants?!” David’s hollered at Haley’s choice of wording once again causing the chief of staff to flick. She sometimes feared presenting information to the president even things as cut in stone as concrete facts & quotes. His temper was legendary, and many working at the white house under his administration felt they were working on egg shells.In this current troubling economy with the Energy plague running rampant & millions of hospitals across the country being full of infected nobody wanted to loose their job. Especially with talks of increased quarantine measures being implemented & even potential lockdowns. Another blow he’d suffered today was China had officially suspended trade with the United States, fearing a possibility of infection from the plague possibly being transmitted through products developed & manufactured in the plague ridden America.

Both the CDC & other scientists across the country had declared that such a thing was highly unlikely, but alas they couldn’t with 100%certainty guarantee the virus wouldn’t be transmissible through goods exported. He’d tried to put pressure on some leading scientists & medical professionals to issue statements that such a thing was impossible, but none wanted to risk their scientific & medical license’s even under pressure from his administration. Of course he could drop the hammer, and pull some strings to get the best & brightest minds working day & night tirelessly to get ahead of the plague & develop a vaccine but that would be fool hard.y He was already doing worst then expected in the polls & even though he had two years to worry about re-election, he knew that his actions during this time as well as how he handled this matter would play a major role in whether or not that would even be a possibility. His wife Kelly was like a walking talking Manx bar for him, constantly whispering logical & non emotional driven advice into his ears to ensure his continued success as the 45th president.

God damn it Kelly I’m really loosing my patience, I wish you here with me right now and not with the kids. I swear it was bad enough with San Francisco, but now Atlanta, Chicago & Detroit too. The only saving grace with this situation is Chicago had an entire school wiped out by an angsty altered teen as well as the fact that altered gangs & cartels have all but taken over the city. Any thing uttered by the mayor of chicago I can trump up to declarations of fear from a political hostage. In that same breath Oakland is going through essentially the same treatment but I’ve yet to order a full force military response to take Oakland back from those super thugs because the military, Hanes & Bates assured me that would all but guarantee that the people behind that Boost drug would escape further spreading that problematic drug to other cities & states, while making it even harder for them to get their hands on the original unadulterated version of that drug for our own use

David’s head was swimming, he knew being the president would be a hard job. But never in a million years had he imagined it would be this difficult. Two hours earlier he’d been in a meeting with the heads of the FBI, CIA, DIA, Department of Homeland Security, Secretary of Defense & the Secretary General among others, followed by a quick hushed meeting with the heads of liberty Jonah Hanes & Chloe Bates. He’d ordered a joint response from the National Guard & U.S Customs & Border Patrol to deploy en masse to all entrance’s & exits of San Francisco in order to handle any altered trying to migrate to San Francisco after being declared a sanctuary for the altered. The last thing he needed was a gathering of militant altered in a city where the rules & regulations being passed against the altered were being effectively suspended & ignored.

“Okay damn it, Haley I need you to communicate these orders to all appropriate parties. Continue to have the joint military-customs task force be deployed to all entrance’s & exits to Atlanta, Chicago & Detroit as well, implement the same initial response I ordered to get a handle on the San Francisco situation before it explodes. I want any and all dirt on Mayor Chen & the others, we need to run a gruesome smear campaign against ALL of them, any & every sin they’ve ever committed I want it to be FRONT page news everywhere for all the American people to see. I mean everything from trying cocaine or mushrooms in college to if they cheated on their high school girlfriend or frequently cut the lunch line in kindergarten. We need both our offices & the media to paint them as DEMONS!!! Also give Nathan the go ahead to co-operate with the military in developing more Tartarus Compounds across the country, we’re not going to be able to fit everyone that’s getting taken in to Nevada, not to mention the safety concerns with housing too many altered inmates in one location, especially with the intelligence we received that Martinez has multiple powers because she can somewhat siphon the powers of other altered. Also get someone in contact with that pastor Tristan whose stirring up that civilian militia the Cleansers to take matters into their own hands.”

“Um forgive me sir, but what channels & what department would you like to get in contact with Pastor Tristan? As stated before I’m in full support of your actions, as is the White House & congress, and while politics can make rather strange bedfellows, I do believe officially supporting or partnering with the Cleansers is a bad move, it would be ill advised to extend a hand out to a religious leader trying to use faith to stir up civilians to “do what the suits can’t or won’t” to remind you of a direct quote from the pastor. Not to mention while there’s many churches who have pledged their support to Pastor Tristan, there are opposing parties within several denominations against Tristan, whilst the Pope has stated the Catholic Church needs further “Spiritual guidance” before making any sort of authoritative announcement on how followers should respond. Then of course the elephant in the room is there’s more religions then christianity, many Islamic groups are divided between recognizing the emergency of altered powers in minorities only as a blessing & others as demonic omens. There’s been no response from any major factions within Judaism & other religions, while many others have either remained quiet or said they were on stand by simlar to wat the pope said, that being said all in all I believe allying ourself with a fringe baptist group regardless of the amount of churches in support of him now is a very risky path.”

“Listen I’m the president, YOUr the chief of staff, do you want to stay the chief of staff? The economy is in turmoil right now with the plague, China suspending international trade with us, and I’ve got a scheduled UN zoom call later where other there’s talk of other countries also thinking of suspendin imports from us until further analysis on the plague can be done. This is both a national & international crisis for us economically & otherwise.” David retorted with a bitter tonality in his voice towards the chief of staff.

“Forgive me sir, Mr. President. I’m only voicing my opinion on what I think is not only the safest Cours of action, but the most neutral. With just Chen it was a singular incident, but now with four mayors and counting this could get worst. Commentary from your administration that’s been interpreted as speculation of the US potentially casting blame of the storm itself on Russia, China, Iran & North Korea hasn’t helped either, although you have said that intelligence of the highest clearance gathered has indicated that such speculation might be more then speculation, but in the same vein you’ve clearly indicated that at this time we’ve yet to obtain any conclusive evidence nor are we at liberty to discuss our findings yet to many high clearance members of the government itself not to mention the public. I just think we need to play this as safely & neutral as possible, while not yielding or faltering In taking back control from those unruly mayors who are in effect going against the federal government in times of wide spread disease, & unprecedented terroristic actions among our communities across the country.”

David’s face was entirely red, as he looked up at Haley. If looks were able to transmit harm or fullfatalities, she shared that his gaze alone would render her a body-less spirit well on her way to meet her maker in the next life. However instead of slamming his sweat drenched fists on the desk, letting out a torrent of extremities or even threatening her position he just sighed. Taking a few breaths in and out advice from his White House therapist he allowed himself to calm down. Haley was almost shaking in fear until the president spoke again. “Please sir forgive me for speaking out of line, again I just thought I was suggesting what’s best, but like…like….like you said you are the man in charge, please I need this position ..”

“Calm down Haley, I know that’s the epitome of irony coming from me. It’s just this whole mess has my head swelling, everyday it’s a new debacle. The unity in this country is at an all time low, there’s some who’ve even discussed & feared that the issue of the plague & altered could be the catalyst for a second civil war in modern times. Which is something our country absolutes doesn’t need, because right now the whole world is watching us, the entire international community has their eyes on us and they haven’t taken a glance in another direction since the tragic day this storm hit. Pay my anger no mind, I’m just a man trying to keep my castle from crumbling but it’s like all the support beams are breaking at once. Honestly many of the words you spoke are what the people need to hear, you should get with the speaker of the house & put a speech together to deliver to the public, get the military custom joint forces in position at the borders of those cities, and get me a private line to my brother, I need to have a word with him immediately. We need to combat this situation using the same strategy he and Governor Stark proposed for enacting the separation bill. Lastly disregard what I said earlier about using the army to make a show of force against Chen & the other mayors, securing the entrances & exits on conjunction with the smear campaign & the other directives is the move we’ll make for now, the worst possible outcome right now is giving any orders that potentially result in civilian casualties otherwise we’ll be playing right into that bastard’s hands.”

Mayor Chen your well aware of the Air Force base stationed only a short distance away from you, as well as the fact the abundance of civilians around means I can do less with them then I can with the fucking army unless I want to risk a political shit storm the likes of which could make the actions communist China took against their own protestors look tame In comparison. If I had the powers of a Superman I’d fly down to your office and burn your brains out with heat vision myself. The only reason the people aren’t marching through the streets with flaming pitchforks is because your in the liberal stronghold of the country, I wish Martinez had stepped on more of you stupid fucking liberals. Even without a major altered attack, there’s no way that nonsense would fly anywhere in somewhere like Alabama or Missouri. Just cause you have the edge in this battle, doesn’t mean your walking away the victor of this warDavid thoughts stewed in a silent rage as he analyzed all aspects of the major situation he was facing in multiple cities initiated by Mayor Chen.

Dad’s evening at the nursing home

A couple hours later David had gotten on a ultra secure line with his older brother Nathan who no doubt was following the news of everything going on from Mayor Chen to the other three mayors who were trying to enact similar rules. “We need to deal with this right away, this is an urgent situation, and we cannot allow it to intervene with our plans that we’ve so carefully conceited to lead to our ultimate unlimited victory.” David spoke cautiously he’d moved into another more secure room then then the Oval Office & had Micah alone standing outside the double rein-forced steel door that was the only entrance into the security bunker the president was in. Then there were several other secret service agents strewn about in-front of Micah and in the connecting hallway.

“Understood brother you already know I’m on it, I won’t allow this to catapult into something worst then what it is. With everything going on you probably didn’t have time to view the latest episode of the Benny Stein program, but my conversation with California’s Governor Stark proved very fruitful. He introduced the Separation Act on air, as well as the proposition to allow this bill to be passed or veto’d by the citizens directly rather than the law-makers.”

David wiped some sweat from his brow ecstatic that Nathan had managed to accomplish their agenda with Governor Stark & even more so relieved that they had the Governor of the state of California on their side right now with all the trouble the San Francisco mayor was causing. “Excellent, you have no idea how relieved I am to hear that. I need you & others within our circle to get in touch with the rest of the Governors & make similar offers to the one you gave Stark. We’ll emulate the same strategy marijuana enthusiasts have relied on for years to acquire legal pot in some states, citizen votes, and as this matter is immensely related to the ongoing pandemic we can rush along the process.”

“Hmph never thought we’d be using any type of strategy from those kinds of people, but the situation calls for it, arguments a plenty can be made about us implementing additional executive orders to further restrict altered, but there’s almost no defense if it comes about as the will of the people. I presume you don’t mind if I allocate some of our budget & resources to have my contacts acquire non political influencers to both strengthen & hasten this process.” Nathan asked wanting his presidential brother’s seal of approval before he made any move to involve more third party powerhouse’s including popular civilian social commentators, business moguls & celebrities.

“Absolutely not, I trust your judgement, it hasn’t let me down this far, not to mention Ruby hasn’t made a peep about any pending divorce throughout your entire marriage thus far & she’s more difficult then Kelly, as dad use to say your a man whose words have powers. Although I should probably be careful with everything going on, those words could be taken painfully out of context even though people of our complexion haven’t been endowed with these ridiculous abilities.” David’s tone had started off soaked in humor, but just as quickly flipped to one that was filled with bitter jealousy & venom upset at the reality of these super powers manifesting in minorities only.

Nathan couldn’t help but chuckle at his little brother’s ending comments both because of the words & the sudden harshness in his voice. “Relax David, have some funny news to raise your spirits. Kinglsey pulled down her skirt for Clancy’s watch & blew that bartender Tom for free shots.”

David laughed a bit more than usual before catching himself. “Really that whore’s still the same, anyway I’m glad to hear from you. We’ve come this far we can’t loose now with the end in sight, I’ll see you soon.” David hung up o his brother, knocked on the door alerting Micah to check the perimeter before opening it up and taking him to rendezvous with more agents before heading back to the Oval Office.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Castiel

With angelic power surging through his palm he was just about ready to remove Annabeth & Cason not only from Bobby's living room, but the world of the living all together. Apparently the two beings he was about to kill were not in disguise nor lingering around bidding time to kill Bobby & the Winchesters off guard.

Cason vanished leaving the house entirely which was fine with the angel anyway as he hated being around demons for a multitude of reasons including being able to see their true disgusting faces within their vessels. He only scowled when Nat & Sam spoke in defense of Sam. It wasn't until Dean himself grabbed his arm that he "powered" down for lack of a better word & the white light he'd gathered to obliterate them completely dissipated almost quicker then it was gathered. He'd intentionally drew his power slowly in order to give Dean & his friends time to shut their eyes.

After all the Winchesters had a destiny, and he was under strict orders not to harm any that bore that name. "Forgive my confusion, from what I understood of human relations family is meant to describe groups related to the same bloodline." Once again the angel's lack of understanding prevented him from understanding that Dean's description wasn't literal but an expression of how close he felt to Bobby, Mika, Esme & AB even though they came from different lineage's genetically.

"For the record I don't believe anyone here wields the power required to harm a soldier of God, however as you request there will be no smiting of anyone in this household. But be warned this girl has an even deeper connection to Lilith then Sam, considering she is the very demon leading the others in their escapades to break the seals I advise you to remain vigilant. As for your brother, there isn't an angel loyal to Heaven that would dare lay a finger on him or any others in your "family"."

Castiel then turned his gaze fully to Annabeth for the first time since his arrival at Bobby's. "As for your desire to "help", a good place to start would be entirely abstaining from demon blood. That is of course if you truly desire to differentiate yourself from the enemy we're suppose to stop." That was the beginning & end of his lecture to her, at the end of the day he was a warrior sent to aid them in war not a parent coddling their wounds.

"As for what's required of you, I happen to have a mission for you. As stated earlier we do not have any sort of divine map towards the seals, but our intelligence is quite literally the best in the universe." Castiel stated before taking out a sticky note with the name & location of a town written on it. He handed the note to Dean before resuming speaking. "That's an assignment for you straight from our Father, failure will result in the breaking of another seal, I expect you'll be able to handle this matter? Hopefully so as me and my brothers have other battles to fight in order to stop additional seals from being shattered."

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Castiel

Castiel could only raise an eyebrow at Dean's first comment not being familiar with modern day human lingo or concepts such as the one he mentioned. "I'm sorry Dean but I believe we need to prioritize stopping Lucifer, we don't have any extra time to work on dealing with this "personal space". I don't have ample time on my hands to assist you with other minor threats that you as a hunter should be capable of handling on your own."

As usual, the divine soldier was oblivious to the fact that Dean wasn't referring to some sort of monster or supernatural mishap but a simple courtesy of putting adequate distance between himself & others. "As for the seals there is no divinely ordained map designed to specifically direct you or us towards the seals, however many of them have been written in numerous texts spiritual & otherwise, such as the book on that table that refers to the rising of the witness's. From what I here another group of hunters led by a descendent of the judges named Josiah attempted to prevent it, and while he was able to quell the irate spirits who perished by unnatural means the demons still managed to shatter the seal."

"Me & the other angels are engaged in a war of cosmic proportions the likes of which the earth hasn't seen since Lucifer's first rebellion when he initially fell. The demons are being led by an enemy you are already familiar with, Lilith the original demon. During the earliest days of humanity in order to spite our heavenly father, the devil took & twisted a female human soul beyond recognition, the result of which being the birth of Lilith. "

It was at this time that the angel turned his head to recognize Cason, another demon in the room as well as noticing Annabeth's demonic presence as well. A scowl came across his face at the sight of the beings he most despised as a soldier of Heaven. "Tell me Dean why is it that you are keeping demons & those tainted by their horrid evil as company? Surely as someone given a second chance by God himself you know better then to associate with abominations such as those? Or perhaps they managed to disguise themselves in a manner that even with your years of hunting experience you were left unaware of their presence? If that is the case it is a simple matter for me to purge their existence from this house-hold." The angel spoke and raised his hand accumulating bright divine energy in his right hand as he effortlessly began charging a blast of white light to smite both Cason & Annabeth. "Shut your eyes & step away from the demons, I can smite them both with a wave of my hand if you'd like." He spoke in an authoritative tone believing that both Cason & Annabeth where evil entities whom infiltrated Dean's group without their knowledge, getting ready to obliterate both of them unless Dean said otherwise.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Castiel

All of a sudden Castiel appeared somwhat uncomfortably close to the elder Winchester brother. It was if the trench coat wearing angel had no idea of the concept of personal space having teleported into Bobby's residence in-front of Dean with only a few inches of space in between the two.

"You don't know how prayer works? You seem to have no problem performing it correctly to summon me here. But prayer is a good sign, it is an indication of one's devout nature. Something a skeptical heretic like you so desperately needs, so I'm glad your picking up the behavior." Castiel spoke matter of factly to Dean happy that he was praying at all as it was a sign that the heaven & the angels hadn't made an error in lifting Dean out of the furnace.

"As for your friend Bobby, he is correct in that what's happening indeed is the breaking of the seals. When I first met you I told you that we broke you out of hell because God himself has work for you. This is the work I was referring to. There's over 600 seals, but the demons need only break 66 of them to open the door enclosed behind them." Castiel paused for a moment as if for dramatic effect, but really to let the words he was speaking sink in to Dean & the other hunters present. "We cannot allow that to happen, if the seals are broken, then Lucifer will be free once more & he will raise hell on earth literally. Why do you think that we angels are once again walking the earth again for the first time in 2000 years?" The heavenly trench-coat warrior said directing his speech to Dean without even turning to look at the others or pay them much attention.

The Energy Storm

Dean Rivers

Time: Afternoon
Location: Downtown San Francisco to River Intel PI Office
Interaction:

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Dean was more than worried, he’d tried to no avail to get in contact with Paige. He had one final message from her, the contents of which were disturbing. She explained her mission was to bring down Floyd Banker & the Salzaras Cartel at all costs. She incriminated herself as the sole perpetrator of the gas station bombing that reportedly only Rita Salzaras had survived unscathed. Three others had survived with second & third degree burns, and 14 people had died.

Regardless of their history as officers in arms fighting the good fight, that was where even Dean drew the line. He was willing to play rough, good cop, bad cop but when innocent lives were lost he called it quits. Of course Paige had divulged more information then that including her own power & why she was best to take down Floyd, as well as the fact that she was willing to serve as many life sentences’s as needed to bring down those responsible for taking out the ones who ruined her sister’s life.

The crazy thing was despite all the anger fuming through him, he appreciated the fact that Paige had asked for him to be the one to bring her in. At first he was conflicted, not that he wouldn’t take her in after she caused innocents to die. Rather he didn’t want to be the one to do it, but his morality was too strong not to honor that request of hers. But now that he was unable to find her he wondered if she’d gotten cold feet, had the reality of her fate set in. After all a regenerating woman who might not even age serving consecutive life sentences. With her power she’d be sure to serve every day, if not in a cell then as a victim of a research facility who would have no qualms using her body for whatever purpose after her careless taking of lives.

But now his attempts to contact her resulted in nothing but radio silence. He almost took the evidence to the station but stopped, Paige was many things but a liar wasn’t one. She’d went this far to take down Floyd sure, but if she didn’t want to be taken in why would she even give him this information? It wouldn’t be sensible to bring him in the light about her recent crimes only to vanish right after. No something else was going on, that meant for whatever reason Paige wasn’t around anymore. Something’s not right about this at all

Dean had taken an unmarked car & drove past Floyd’s residence a few times two Horus ago, but he hadn’t seen any activity. He’d even had a makeshift setup to view the premise with binoculars and didn’t see any activity illegal, regular or otherwise. It was far too quite for his taste, Paige had even shared a location with him. The locations’s last reported place was Floyd’s residence, then it was offline. Paige wanted to take down Floyd a all cost, then wanted him to swoop in and bring her in afterwards. “Damn it Paige what the fuck did you get yourself into! You damned yourself, and didn’t even get the damn target!”

Dean yelled out as he slammed his fist against the dashboard of his cruiser. He took out all the paperwork & files he had on Floyd Banker. Even more surprising was finding out from Lisa, that she’d used to date that guy back when she lived in Atlanta. According to her he was a bum who sat around getting high & selling weed even though she supported all his needs. The relationship eventually came to a screeching halt once she came to her senses, but to her memory he was never a big time player. Yet it appeared he was a multi business owner living it up in California a few years later, and it was’t as if he’d gotten a college degree or a lucky break in the entertainment industry or anything similar.

Not to mention the last location pinged from Paige’s phone which she’d shared with Dean without him even knowing was his residence. “Banker you bastard.” Dean mutters to himself as he looked over the files of Floyd he had, and the ones Paige left for him. Apparently the FBI had taken an interest in his case & connection to the Salzaras Cartel before their investigation was shut down. It wasn’t often the FBI had a case swept under the rug from them, unless something major was going on.

He couldn’t fathom what type of major ongoings could be connected to Floyd, at the very most the intel he gathered made it seem like he was a dealer who’d worked his way up into the big leagues. Big enough to afford a far more affluent lifestyle then his credentials on paper made it seem possible, although owning two companies could account for that. Still one of the companies was a popular venue Taste of Paradise which was on the verge of being shut down because of another investigation by federal agents into potential narcotics trafficking taking place at the location. But alas just like the prior case, it seemed after Floyd purchased it all investigations into TAP had been halted.

His investigation had come to a sudden screeching halt. With no other way to move proceed he decided to visit & involve the one person he least wanted to see. But he had to swallow his pride, because he felt like everything he’d been peering Into all had to do with this Banker kid & the cases shut down around him. He decided to take an unmarked cruiser, one of the benefits of being a veteran narcotics detective.

He pulled into the driveway of Rivers Intel parking lot, a private investigation firm started by his cousin Devin Rivers. Like Paige he was an ex-cop, although he wasn’t let go because of outright police brutality, but rather his tendency to break as many laws as the very criminals he was going after to catch them. Unlike Paige the police agency hadn’t willingly let him go, rather complaints from well connected & lawyered up criminals in tandem with an internal investigation had been the causation for his elimination from the agents of justice.

To this day Devin was bitter about that, and more so that Dean didn’t stand up for him. But he had a life long career & mission on the line. His cousin’s inability to play by the rules meant he couldn’t risk his bacon to help him. Not after several warnings, and even breaking a rule or two himself to help him. “I hoped it would never have to come to this.” Dean let out a sigh as he gathered his bearings and made his way into the reception area of River Intel.

The secretary waved at him and offered some candies in a bowl up-front as well as bottled water. However that friendly demeanor halted and he was met with a scowl as she noticed who he was. “OH it’s you Uncle.”

“Yeah it’s me.” Dean said exhausted his niece was no friend of his, she knew well about what went down between him and his father. More than that she took his side wholly as did Devin’s wife which was expected. What made matters worst was there were a few officers who’d stuck out their necks for Devin during the final stage of the trial, and he wasn’t one of them. Of course the one that had been the closest to him had lost their jobs, but he’d heard that they had a much better paying salary working for Devin.

His rag tag PI firm wasn’t doing that well at first last year, but in the past three months they were making well over six figures. It dawned on him from time to time that maybe Devin was using his police connections & history to dip Into the dark side. Maybe he was embittered & frustrated that his fight for justice had landed him with a struggling business. But he quickly eliminated those thoughts from his head, and after a conversation in passing with his sister in law two months ago he’d deduced how Devin had become as succesful as he had.

It wasn’t Long before his niece told him to go outside, and since forty minutes had passed Dean relented and left. “I dunno why the fuck I came here, emergency or no emergency, I guess he’s still mad.” Dean muttered to himself as he marched back to the cruiser defeated only to hear the sound of folders hitting the back bumper of his car. Dean spun around only to see his cousin meeting him with a scowl.

“What is it Dean? You know where we stand, I honestly wasn’t about to come out. But with everything going on, and because you know my little secret, and haven’t told, plus you said it’s a emergency, and most importantly you said it’s about Paige, who unlike you actually stood up for me when everything went down I’m out here, but I’m letting you know right now if this is to help you and your damn career then just get in the car and pull off, so what is it what’s wrong with Paige?”

“What’s wrong with her…a better way to say it, is it what WAS wrong with her.” Dean said as his voice trailed off, and instantly the mood changed as Devin seemed to quickly understand what his cousin was implying with his tone & manner of speech, as well as a defeated look in his eyes that Dean didn’t manifest or showcase often.

“No…not her…I mean I heard about her and what happened, shame the force put some fucking dealer above her because of a little foul play with cameras, if you can even call it that. You know how I feel about these damn procedures, criminals with big enough pocketbooks can finagle their way through the rules, and leave us looking like the liberty trampling monsters when there the real demons, your not telling me that Paige got knocked off going solo, that’s not possible, trust me there’s things about her I know that you don’t, so if your saying you think she’s dead, I’m here to tell you that’s a damn lie at worst, or at best you just don’t know what your talking about.” Devin reported confidently, getting some more spunk in his voice as he continued.

“Oh cause she can regenerate right? Well what do you think happens if someone chops her head off, or tosses her in a vat of acid?” Dean replied with a bit of anger in his voice startling Devin who stumbled back.

“W..wait..someone did that? You..”

“No..well I don’t know, but I’m here to tell you she’s gone man, and we were working on the same shit. Something big it had to do with the brat she got fired for, plus the Salzaras, superhuman drug traffickers, and potentially the worst case of human trafficking in the bay ever and I need your help, if you won’t do it for me do it for Paige, and if you think I’m lying touch this.”

Dean reached in his pocket and handed Devin a phone. He raised an eyebrow and accepted the phone. Focusing he used his power causing his mind to flood with vision and he almost dropped the phone as he stumbled backwards. “No….she wouldn’t…she couldn’t…this…this..doesn’t make any sense!!”

“Yeah I thought the same thing, but the more I’m starting to connect the dots, the more I think it might have. WE both know her, and we both know the lengths she’s willing to go And more importantly the ones she’s not willing to take, meaning if she took them of sound mind, then she was facing something not just bad, but pure fucking evil.”

“Holy shit, I never thought I’d say this about you and by god I mean that but your right Fuck, come inside I’ve got some crown and ice in the fridge, we’re going to need to pour a drink or two about this, and bring the files, the burner phone, bring everything, and I thought what the mayor said was the worst of it.” Devin muttered to himself clearly shook by the sight of what he’d seen by touching the burner phone Dean presented to him.

Dean nodded and gathered his materials into a duffel bag before slinging it over his shoulder. Following Devin’s lead into the office, ignoring glares from his niece they went to the back-room where there were three TV’s all on different channels showing different news stations. As Dean opened up the bag and started laying the various materials he had across the desk from his cases, Devin went to the fridge to retrieve the bottle of crown, and two glasses filled with ice.

Dean nearly dropped some folders as his jaw widened seeing the display on the television screen. “You’ve got to be me kidding me, have you seen this shit?!”

“Quiet down man damn, ain’t nobody in this office that’s going take kindly to the likes of you being here, and you talking about the mayor right, don’t tell me your just now finding out, damn it, if you are then that means this shit with Paige IS really real, realer then I care to think or admit, but I’m about to have to see it.” Devin said as he poured the crown In the glasses, pouring a bit more in both cups due to Dean’s reply to Mayor Chen’s actions on the television in light of everything going on.

The Energy Storm

Hector Salzaras

Time: Afternoon
Location: The Salzaras Estate, Mexico
Interaction:

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“This is quite the unfortunate turn of events is it not.” Hector Salzaras said as he wiped his hands off with a napkin. He’d just enjoyed a wonderful steak & salmon dinner with an abundance of delicious sides. He sat at the dinner table of his illustrious palace for lack of better word that he’d built in Mexico.

As the leader of the Salzaras Cartel, he was a very busy & powerful man. Whilst he had no aspirations for political power, he did have many such people in his circle. There was a history of people like him, notorious wealthy cartel leaders moving in the same circles as the pushers & movers of this country’s government. But he’d taken things a step further with the inclusion of altered humans within his ranks. While the United States shunned them down as genetic mishaps, mutants, monsters & some devout religious fundamentalists demons. He’d seen them as a viable financial asset, one that was paying off hundred-fold.

A black portal opened up and out stepped a man that was of hispanic & Russian descent. Nikolai Rasputin. He was a notorious weapons dealer prior to the energy storm, but after getting his powers he’d struck up an alliance with the leader of the Salzaras Cartel. He’d expanded his operations from being an international gun smuggler to also trafficking narcotics & even got into human trafficking thanks to some contacts in India & The Middle East courtesy of Hector Salzaras. It would be an understatement to say that his powers had changed his life dramatically, and raised his finances to that of a high level millionaire.

Niko hadn’t come through the portal alone, bringing along a few brief-cases and three armed men. He took a bow towards Hector as did the men, but Hector waved his hand & motioned for them to rise up. He was on the phone, and all who worked for him in the upper management of the Salzaras Cartel knew better then to interrupt him on the phone. By the sounds of it, he was talking to his lover Cynthia Ortiz. After a short while later Hector hung up the phone and let out a sigh. He then widened his arms and allowed a warm smile to gather on his face. “Please eat, there is no need to fear me, as long as product & money is flowing, and all agreements are as planned you will have no anonymity from me.”

“Understood Mr. Salzaras.” Niko replied as he took a seat, as did the others. While Hector had told him as well as his second In command Eduardo & others on the chairman board that they could call him Hector, only Eduardo & Rita dared. Anyone that he gave permission to call him Hector he surely meant it, but his calm demeanor was as well as down as his sadistic & violent strike towards subordinates who angered him. Sometimes even the slightest infraction could have them ordered to be eaten by shark’s, piranha’s, alligators or whatever particular torture interested him at the time.

“Still insist on showing the upmost respect, even though among us two you have the clear advantage in raw power Mr. Rasputin. I like that about you.” Hector said as he took a knife and cut a piece of his lemon square before taking a bite. He was very full from his meal, but he always welcomed desert.

“Well you are the one behind changing my life, the storm’s plague may have given me the ability, but you provided the guidance & direction to elevate myself to a new standing. Aside from that power isn’t as simple as me opening portals, people shooting lasers, or summoning violent gusts of wind or fire. Power is money, power is an aura about oneself, the ability to command others. There are different forms of power, and power like you and the leaders of America and other nations have far surpasses even the power I wield.” Niko responded as some chefs brought food to the table for him & his men.

“Very perceptive, and while you may be right, I still can’t help but imagine and at times even envy the type of raw power individuals such as yourself, my lover & sister have. Although I hear rumors that this Boost may be the answer to my desire of having my own super powers. Anyway I’ve become privy o some very disheartening news lately, I was on the phone with Miss Ortiz. With her informative lips she’s uncovered that the source of the missing drugs was none other then my dear sister Rita, it seems she hadn’t learned from the fate of my former foolish younger brother and father.” Hector spoke calmly at the passing of family members whom he’d ordered killed when they crossed him.

The tension in the room was clear, and Niko’s explanation seemed to be showcased right here at the dinner table. Of the five the room, eight including the severs Hector was the one who held & wielded the most true power in the room. As stated by the portal generating trafficker, Salzaras had real power, and not the kind that could lift boxes with your mind or make them melt. The kind of power many men & even women had sought over the centuries to subjugate their fellow humans to their will.

“Alas she knew that unlike with father & my annoying brother I do have a soft spot for her, still that simply means I won’t have her tossed in a vat of acid or subjected to multiple strains of venomous snakes at once. A punishment is still in order, at the very least she must make amends for her transgressions, and even the reluctance I have to ending her tenure on this earth has it’s limits. As with food, I believe every person has an expiration date, but some people can continue to push that date farther and farther away such as yourself Niko & the rest of you here.” Hector said with a charismatic smile that did not fit the grim topic he was discussing in-front of them.

“So Rita was the snake after all, forgive my language. Also not to interrupt, but Oakland has turned into a bloody street war, thugs walking around bullet proof who can bend steel bars under the influence of this Boost. Even with my powers I’ve yet to find any leads, and from the women I’ve taken recently for my overseas clients none have had any leads either. I understand that Boost may prove to be a thorn in your side, a drug like that has potential to appeal to a far wider & weather market then the likes of our usuals including cocaine & heroin correct?” Niko asked being careful with his words, for being a powerful man & asset to the Salzaras Cartel he still knew to watch his words & be careful of how he spoke to the ruthless cartel leader.

“Much far wider & reacher, the Us Government has made sure to keep news of Boost out of the media & has all but abandoned efforts to help Oakland in public, despite the fact that gangs aided by altered & boost were tearing up the city. “ Hector responded while pausing to carefully think of the implications of such a move. My intuition tells me it’s because the US Government must want to get their hands on this substance, which means whomever is in charge of the manufacture & distribution of boost will be quite the wealthy individual. According to Cynthia’s intel the drugs Rita diverted were to a player named Floyd Banker, whose managed to get the feds attention, but the case was forcibly taken from them

“It makes since with what it is, I myself haven’t tried the substance nor found it for that matter, but I do no Oakland’s turning into more of a war zone then usual, the effects of which have far since stretched from the ghetto’s & other urban areas, which typically would have long since led to a reaction from law enforcement, especially with the military deployed to every state.” Niko spoke aloud, he too was speculating on the purpose & mystery behind the government’s seeming refusal or concern about Oakland.

“I believe there is a race going on, the winner will be the first one to claim control of Boost for themselves, these thugs with a few altered have managed to seize Oakland, next door to San Francisco where a Godzilla sized woman just went on a rampage and murdered thousands, f they have not yet launched a swift military strike to demolish these wannabe gangsters trying to enact a supervillain like takeover, then it’s because the US wants access to the very same power as these thugs & no doubt there working tireless to acquire this fountain of power. Thus we, the Salzaras must acquire it first. Niko proceed with the plans to retrieve the tunnel-maker from Chicago, that should stir up enough controversy to forcibly divide the United States Attention, afterwards divert all your current attention to Oakland, in order to compete with the gods, we too must acquire the power of Olympus for ourselves.” Hector said with a smile as he took another bite of his lemon bar. “As for my dear sister, her time is near, but if you would I’d like you to reach out to this Floyd Banker, I believe he too may prove to be a valuable piece of this puzzle we’re trying to put together.”

The Energy Storm

Karlina’s Package

Karlina had received a mysterious package. Something she was not expecting, but all the lest still troubling. Within the package was a message as well as some information.She enjoyed her work and was very thorough, having a high ranking among liberty’s altered agents. Still she wouldn’t say she’d made very many personal relationships on the job. There were a few exceptions to the matter, one of those was another agent who shared similar powers to her as well as a unique cultural background that didn’t originate in America.

Jaden Hamazuro, a man with parents of both Japanese & Ghanian origin. His father originated from a well to do family in Ghana and his mother originated from a family of high standing in Japan. They had some conflicts among the elders of both family regarding the union, but it had turned out to be one that was resolved in a manner that was amicable to both sides from the lovers to the heads of the family themselves.

Jaden leaned against a wall while sparking up a ruby clove. After ensuring it was well and lit he took a few puffs to ease his mind. The stress of Liberty & being transferred to California was getting to him, previously he’d been stationed in Liberty office’s in Miami Florida, and Atlanta Georgia. Well at least it’s better then being in Atlanta, and dealing with all those CDC related missions & the plague. There’s not much that I can do against a virus or anything, but people with powers is my forte. Although out here I’m not wholly special thanks to the psychiatrist chick, damn it Jaden grumbled to himself internally, in his thoughts reflecting on his position at this office in comparison with Agent Akinosho.

“So you think you have time for a smoke break? Honestly Hamazuro, you should be more focused. I’ve already informed you of Director Hanes inclinations towards people of color, here in California we must do our absolute very best. We are the examples of altered who can both co-operate with the government, and provide upmost aid to their forces in dealing with those of our kind who abuse their powers for violence or their own selfish needs irregardless of the effects on the United States.” Karlina declared reprimanding her lackluster partner & the altered she’d taken in her as protege.

Patricia had assigned Karlina to be his direct superior, and wanted to train him to take on some of her responsibilities. People with their type of ability were few & far in-between, including Micah there were currently only three of them with their abilities working with Liberty’s rank. Still they suspected to be a few more scattered throughout the country although their exact allegiance & location were not 100% confirmed. Besides while similar their powers had some stark diffrences & massive contrasts. Although government superiors found Jaden’s power to be deliciously resourceful, he himself was less then satisfied with his powers.

That is at least until Karlina started showing him the ropes, and informing him of some alternate possibilities of how he could utilize his gifts. Ways that actually made it feel as though it was a power itself, and not just one to cast aside others. While he didn’t want to vocalize it he was appreciative of that information & her training methods however brutal and unpractical he’d found them at first & even now still had some disdain towards. All of that & more was probably why Karlina had chosen to bring him in and inform him of the contents of the message she received.

Liberty had a mole within it’s ranks, and not one from Reaper’s resistance, the serial killer Lori or even factions driven by hatred or conspiracy to the Forrester Administration. “So this Agent Donnovan, she’s a Russian spy huh, and you think Marcus is behind this intel spill? Why you, and why me huh? He delivers the scoop to you, and then you bring it to me? I mean sure I’m your student, but even with the parlor tricks you helped me acquire I’m no powerhouse.So what does this mean, that the rumors are true? The Russians really are at the center of everything, honestly I was more certain it was a plot of Chinese or Iranians.”

“Well of the few people I’ve connected with at Liberty, Marcus is one of those people. When he suddenly fled the organization I didn’t understand, even less so when reports came in that he was still carrying out his assignments Liberty gave him, taking out researched and previously monitored dangerous criminals. You damned idiot, your going after the head, but the problem is Forrester is like a hydra I suspect, if you cut off one head another one will grow Karlina thought to herself as she continued the conversation with Jaden on her findings & the contents of the package she’d received early this morning.

Oakland California - Jaden's Altered Drug Raid

This investigation into Boost, had taken Jaden into his most recent field mission. Karlina was at the office looking over Jonah’s partner’s condition after her memory erasure. Not just her but a few others who’d needed memory scrapes.

His solo investigation into a potential boost distribution factory had led him into quite the entanglement. Lionel & Cain were fighting for control of Oakland, Lionel’s boost enhanced murder of the chief & officers loyal to them had sent a pretty clear message of what to expect if they intervened with his agenda.

“So your trying to fuck with Cain’s shit huh? You must not be a very smart negro to do that huh’, lucky for you I’ve got the remedy for that situation” Cain’s goon quipped as he pulled out a gun and so did some of the other goons in the warehouse they al currently occupied.

“Oh come on Tory, so you can shoot sparks now and you think you’re special? Well maybe up there in the head.” Jaden retired mockingly spinning his index finger around his ear as if to indicate that Tory had a few loose screws.

“Oh fuck you, sooner or later I’m going be second in command of this whole operation, this shit going go farther then Oakland, we’ve got the juice literally. And when I’m on this shit I’m unstoppable, come on y’all let’s fuck him up!!!” Tory yelled out and fired a massive blast of lightning towards Jaden, while three of the other guns stayed back but were ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.

Jaden ducked and rolled but it wasn’t enough to get out of the lightning’s path. “Null!” Jaden yelled raising his right arm up unleashing his power. As the lightning connected with his hand it dissipate causing Tory to cuss, and launch another blast. Jaden commanded his power and did the same thing dissipating the lightning blast by “grabbing” it with his right arm.

The three goons decided their boss’s plan of attack wasn’t effective and charged in. Jaden flipped over one of the goons kicking another, then turned grabbing one of the other ones using his power while kneeing him in the gut knocking the goon unconscious. The other two charged one with a knife and the other with a bat, Jaden maneuvered between them causing the bat swinging thug to hit his knife wielding friend. Jaden used his powers again punching one of the goons knocking him unconscious and kicking the last one infusing his power with the kick to knock the last goon unconscious. He then whipped out his gun opening fire at Tory who fired a blast of electricity which countered the shots.

I know he wasn’t rocking them to sleep with just punches and kicks, looks like he can somehow make people go unconscious by physical contact either that or this man got super strength, nah I’ve seen dudes on just boost punch people and they shatter bones. He got sum strange going on cuz he literally smacking my electric blasts out of existence Tory was in deep thought trying to analyze both Jaden’s fighting style & the exact nature of his powers. It didn’t seem to fit into the broad spectrum of name brand powers that he was familiar with as a causal citizen who’s only exposure to powers outside of the new wave of altered humans, was tv shows & movies from the marvel cinematic universe.

“Hello earth to Tory, are you ready to get your ass beat or what.” Jaden replied causing Tory to launch himself forward propelling himself with electricity and surrounding his body with electric armor.

As he charged forward Jaden rolled out the way as Tory’s kick sent sparks through the ground. He formed an electric spear and flung it at Jaden who kicked the spear channeling his power through his foot to dissipate the attack. As Tory summoned large amounts of electricity Jaden flung himself forward flying towards Tory and tackling him. As he was tackled his electric armor dissipated, and Jaden quickly pummeled Tory with a series of powerful punches and kicks.

He hopped off the beaten and battered altered thug who coughed up blood. “Well at least you came calling when I told you too pussy.”

“Mother-fucker…” Tory screamed this didn’t make sense, not only did the drug enhance his powers, he had the same physical boosts as everyone but it was like Jaden beat him to a pulp like he was at his regular strength level. “I’mma fuck you up.” Tory rose up summoning an electric whip and swinging it at Jaden.

Jaden spun around karate chopping the whip dissipating I then flew forward again performing a double kick to Tory’s chest knocking him into a metal container and rendering him unconscious. Jaden shook his head and picked up his phone to contact a Liberty transport team to pick up Tory & the downed goons.

“Yeah no, it was a dead lead, I mean there’s drugs at this warehouse, but no boost. Sizable amount of dope, and coke tho, I say we pull in the regular cops let em take the bust, we should nab Tyler, & by the time his assistants are up again they’ll be regular ass punks withdrawing from boost.” Jaden said speaking to one of his liberty superiors on the phone providing intel of the mission & it’s conclusion.

The Energy Storm

Jonah Hanes

Time: Afternoon
Location: Downtown Oakland,
Interaction:

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Two Days Ago

“Let’s stir things up a bit shall we.” Retorted Cain as he pulled a gun, they were in the midst of another heist in Oakland. Thanks to boost assisting his men, even the ones without powers felt it flowing through their body. He’d made a connection with Hines & was the primary buyer of boost. Of course somehow Lionel’s thugs as well as some other single third party individuals had managed to acquire boost as well.

Which meant Hines liked to sleep around with his new product, that was worrying to Cain. But both distribution & usage had important meanings too I’m, personally he didn’t want anyone else to have access to boost. He tried tipping Lester giving him as much extra money as possible to divert the sale of boost to others, but that didn’t seem to be enough. It seemed Lionel had bigger pockets then him, even prior to the chemical super drug enhanced street war was rampaging through the streets of Oakland.

“Put everything in the fucking bag if you don’t wan to die.” Cain commended as he lifted up a teller and flung him across the room with ease. The man yelp as he slammed into a wall with a thud, the others working quickly filling up his men’s bags of cash. The bodies of dead copies & a few guardsmen were strewn about outside, they’d been no match. His right hand man Komak had been a help too, with a power that was essentially the same as Gambit’s from the X Men.

After a short while, they were pulling off in their trio of expensive cars with no plates they’d stolen and utilized for the heist. Whilst Lionel’s strategy was to exact income from store owners in exchange for protection from Cain & other elements superpowers, criminal & otherwise, he preferred more simplistic measures of cash acquisition. Direct robberies, heists, & shaking people down for the goods.

Meanwhile at the police station Lionel had shown up to see the chief on an emergent matter. He was wearing black jeans, a black sleeveless tee and a green face mask. The chief seemed irate and didn’t want a meeting with this man. “What is it that you need, if you can’t tell the whole damn city is falling apart because of these super freaks.”

“Well that’s just it, perhaps calling them super freaks isn’ the best thing.” Lionel spoke calmly, clearly this man had no clue who he was or he wouldn’t risk using such coarse language. Or maybe he would, there were always skeptics. These days there were people who didn’t believe in the plague or even the altered they spawned unless they’d seen it with their own eyes. In the age of the internet, youtube & digital media sometimes Lionel could hardly blame them.

“I’ll call them bastards whatever I want, I was told you had some urgent news to deliver regarding how the fuck all these lowlives have been spawning powers, the same type too, as if it’s not the damn plague, which even I’m starting to believe.”

“Listen…” Lionel’s voice trailed off, as his entire skin was encased in a metallic coating. The chief backed up pulling out a gun yelling to stay back as Lionel lunged forward bursting. His hand through the chief’s neck then smiling, throwing the body through the window of the office as other cops emerged shooting at Lionel. The bullets mashed against his skin but did little to harm him, instead he pulled out his own Tommy gun and opened fire on some of the officers.

“LISTEN!, If you want to live then you work for me! METAL HEAD, Cain’s words have no meaning to you, understand! I have no intention of allowing these needless violent robberies & heists to continue, I prefer to operate like an actual business. But stand in my way and you’ll end up just like the chief or those officers who I’ve just shot, the ones who are still alive you should probably seek medical attention, since unlike San Francisco you all still have a hospital, even if it was filled to the brim with victims of the plague.”

In The Present Day

Meanwhile at the coffee shop Jonah was in his car sipping his beverage while reading the reports of what had happened. Oakland had certainly seen better days, as had San Francisco & even LA for that matter. Of the three LA was the best off, San Francisco was recovering from the damage, but Oakland was engulfed in a gang war of proportions they’d never encouneted before.

“I have to find the source of this, a means to an end to put this madness to a halt.” Jonah decided, shaking his head. Tommy’s death hung on his mind, he’d thought he was a white altered. But had now learned he was just a man taking boost & using it to fight against the distribution of the drugs & other criminals who consumed it as well as altered & regular criminals. He was a cocaine dealer, who used his excess funds to fund his boost habit & vigilante career.

A Batman like figure who diverted his income from the sale of cocaine, fighting sin with sin. It wasn’t a method Jonah could agree on, but then again what was Liberty? He’d had several fights with Amelia the past few nights, after she claimed to have been saved by an altered. His wife, a former CIA agent taking the side of domestic terrorists simply because she believed they wanted, no “Deserved” rights.

“They don’t deserve a damn thing, except a bullet to the brain for being the monsters they are.” Jonah muttered to himself before taking another sip of caffeine.

Right as he did he heard the screams and cries of a woman begging for help. Jonah quickly placed his coffee in the cup holder and started up the jeep. Maybe I can’t find Lester Hines or whose behind Boost right now but I can save that woman Jonah reversed out the parking lot and swerved into the street nearly colliding with two Honda’s as he sped across the street towards the ally where the cries of help emanated from.

“HELP!!! HELP!!! PLEASE DONT TAKE ME!!!” The woman cried out, her pleas for mercy and to be spared growing louder even over the revving of the engine as Jonah plummeted through an alleyway not meant for vehicle passage to encounter the woman. He slightly tapped on the brakes as he zoomed forward not wanting to accidentally incidentally thrash the very woman he sought to potentially save and pull from harm’s way.

Right as he turned the corner he saw a college aged caucasian woman running for her life, and suddenly a black portal opened up sucking her in. He spotted a hispanic man standing there laughing and before Jonah could emerge from his car with a gun drawn the black portal swallowed up the man as well.

Jonah emerged from the car with a look of shock, confusion & regret. The agent plopped to his knees, as a few tears rolled down his eyes.

Some sinister man, with an even sinister power as the culprit had swallowed up both himself & a girl trying to flee from him. Worst despite this being an ethnic filled part of the city, the woman was one of them, the important ones. “I couldn’t save her, what the hell is going on lately, what the hell can I do?! Amy’s in the hospital, Martinez is on the loose, my own agents aided her power acquisition unknowingly which probably led to het having an easier time thrashing San Francisco, and now there’s an outbreak of a new drug granting any and everyone synthetic powers. The Military wants to get their hands on It to more effectively combat rogue altered & crush their enemies overseas, more & more of the populace Is starting to truly believe Russia, China, North Korea and/or Iran is behind the Energy Storm, and now Forrester found out about my planned deception to keep the nature of Marinez’s powers quiet. The only good part about any of this madness is it might actually help Governor Stark pass the separation act in this state, which should have a domino effect on the rest of the country or at least the states most hard hit by horrific altered induced crimes like Chicago where that high school went under a sinkhole, but that’s not enough.”

Jonah brushed the remnant of tears out his face and got back in the jeep. He hadn’t come out here to save that girl, or anyone really. Although that was the goal, Oakland wasn’t a primary area of concern. The National Guard had decided to forgo sending any more aid to the city, upon learning of boost being used on both sides of the gang war intertwined with altered criminals. It was seen as a losing battle, for an area that was not of the most concern.

Upon receiving that news yesterday, him & Patricia read between the lines. The Forrester Administration decided that because this area was filled with so many hispanics, blacks & otherwise, that they should let it go. Let the leading criminal powers duke it out, like some real life Godzilla vs Mother situation & rush in with reinforcements after they took each other. Still his people were in the city, working at the police station, the hospital, fire-department, cinemas, corner stores, grocery stores, pharmacies, and even some overly concerned foolish teachers.

“I have to save us all, there can’t be any more Tommy’s. These monsters have a knack for bringing in and involving the good people with their heinous actions. For the administration to simply abandon Oakland in its entirety is mind bobbling, whilst so much effort is being put into San Francisco’s reconstruction." Of course they had a giant woman with laser eyes tearing through the city & that kind hearted paraplegic mayor diverting resources. Not to mention that woman with the Astral company Nyssa something had set up a supply camp to help.

“So you're out here working refusing not to give up on thes shit-hole.” Lana Kruek, another liberty agent spoke. She was half of him, and half other, having a white father & asian mother.

“Yes I am.” Jonah spoke with a tone of defeat as he looked up at Lana dressed in combat gear with guns holstered on her hips.

“That’s just like you Director Hanes, you portray yourself as a hardass, and your more than a little racist, but you still want to try to do the right thing. It’s an admirable quality about you, perhaps the only one you have.” Lana retorted with a smirk as she metaphorically & literally looked down on the liberty director.

“Did you come to rub my incompetence and failure in, to simply spark conversation or do you have any actual leads? If I remember correctly I stationed you in LA to follow up leads on the slaughter of some group of dead altered, whose death MO’s figure into the pattens of other victims of Martinez’s ability”

“I did complete that task, a while ago, now I’m working on this one, aside from you there’s no oe else trying to do anything about it and for your information Hanes, I DO have a lead o boost manufacturing.” Lana replied back cooly.

The Energy Storm

Adora Zayas

Time: Afternoon
Location: California, Within Adora’s subconscious
Interaction:

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Rise of "Thirst" Birth of Amara

An hour later Adora was sprawled out on her couch with a vanilla & strawberry milkshake, as well as some cookies and a pre rolled joint. As she indulged on sweets & cookies, she chopped up a line of some strong heroin on the table. Leaning forward she snorted down the three lines of white relaxation and leaned back as the powerful opiates surged through her body. The numbing feeling from this devious powerful narcotic were apparent nearly immediately. She’d pre emotively consumed a few pain killers ten minutes prior to sniffing the powder, allowing a powerful combination of sedation in conjunction with the marijuana she’d smoked.

“Yesss I…need…this.” Adora’s voice slowed. & slurred as the drugs took effect. After claiming the power from that woman Paige, who she’d had the great pleasure & luck of hearing it seemed her previous struggles of sporadic pain from the past few days had subsided. When she’d gotten back she’d grabbed a knife from her kitchen & playfully cut through her arm. Feeling waves of satisfaction as she drew blood then witnessed her wounds heal, her skin reconnecting and blood being reabsorbed into her body as she was fully restored to her normal state.

The regenerative qualities of this power seemed to combat the rising pain she’d been deriving from her ability & what she deduced were consequences for the constant altering of her genetic make-up.

Oh how cute you thought we were through, no thanks for providing the perfect and quite relaxing entry if you will

The same distorted voice echoed through Adora’s mind in her highly inebriated state. She began to rise up only to feel similar effects to sleep paralysis. She struggled to open her eyes only seeing black, and screamed out. Yet no noise was made from her yells and she saw lashes of blinding light. Looking around she appeared in an empty cavern and stumbled back startled at her new location.

“Where the hell am…I” Adora pondered stepping forward and recoiled at the feeling of the rock terrain on her bare soles. It seemed being transported to this new location had left her Gucci flip flops at her previous one. “Awh just great, now I’m gonna get my feet dirty on this ground, and I just got my toes done.”

Oh don’t worry your toes are still doing, just rest honey, it’s time for me to take the wheels. Eventually we’ll learn to share the ropes but for now it’s time for me to take action, because you are ignoring our cravings. Ignoring our cries, either that or you are ignorant into the true beast that you absorbed & the nourishment that’s now required to satiate & satisfy the monster, this dragon is one you must chase seriously, constantly & brutally if I might add, allow me to show you how to maintain cerenium of this sort

In the real world Adora stood up still very high, but her eyes were pitch black. Her veins were similarly blacked out and very visible especially on her face & neck. The woman smiled and went over to her dresser opening a drawer and retrieving black nail polish. She quickly painted her nails black, then slipped her feet out of her sandals to apply the polish to her toils as well. “How fitting, ah some of the joys of the modern times I’m in, I think hmmm Adora, so that makes me…ooooh Amara, that sounds good, that sounds great, in-fact quite excellent.”

Amara formed a sinister grin, her voice somewhat distorted similar to the echoes of the voice Adora had been hearing in the recess of her mind. She’d switched places with Adora who was now wondering through the vastness of her conscience that was now inhabited by the memories, experiences & traits of her various victims. Swirling together to create the black eyed monster that now stood before her mirror above her dresser.

“The Collective as a team is suitable, but I require more then team-mates. A being of my stature requires something fitting, in accoradance to my state & current stature. Hmmm what might that be.” Amara pondered before hearing the cries and pleas of someone. “Interesting, it sounds as though I’m hearing the begs & cries of someone suffering. Wait a minute that’s right” A light bulb metaphorically appeared above her head, as she tapped into her enhanced hearing. Honing into the cries of mercy she turned her head to the corner of her room where her smoking tray was, on top of which sat a small brown box with holes poked into the top.

“Come to me.” The woman waved her hand and used her telekinetic power to cause the box & the tray underneath it to zoom over to her. It slowed to a halt as she reached out to grab the two, both of which she set on a kitchen counter-infront of her. “What have we hear.” Amara poised as she used her heat vision to melt the top off the box, causing the melted remains to drip into the box, and with her heightened hearing she heard painful yells of agony from someone.

Peering into the now open box she witnessed a scene which brought her pure delight. Within the box where five miniaturized individuals, one of which was now covered in the melting burning material of the top of the box. The other four had managed to avoid being caused underneath the melting plastic, and could only watch in horror as the fifth one trapped had only his hand shoot out from beneath the piles of burning plastic. Watching in horror as his hand struggled with sporadic movements before coming to a halt indicating that he’d ran out of breath & died from a combination of asphyxiation and brutally painful third degree burns from being covered in mounds of burning melted plastic.

Placing a hand on the box, and allowing her fingers to tap against it allowed her to tap into Trent’s niche. Visions flowed into her mind, that allowed her to witness Adora being confronted by a gang of thugs who’d been cat calling her. Rather then ignore them and be about her way, Adora who was on a power trip on her way home from the Benny Stein interview had confronted them. After getting into a heated argument she used a bolt of lightning to kill one of the men, then caused shadow tendrils to emerge piercing through the chest, & legs of another. The remaining five had drawn weapons opening ire only for Adora to fade into the shadows then emerged behind one of the men.

A plant vine sprung from her shoulder like webbing from Spiderman’s rest, and wrapped around the man’s forearm, before drawing spikes forth that disarmed the brute. The other four raised their guns to shoot with the fifth man pleading for them not to open fire on her as the bullets would surely pepper him as well. Whilst Adora goaded them to try to convince them to try to rinse her body in bullets, even with their friend at risk of being Swiss cheese.

“Come on ya idgits don’t shoot or I’m going with her, this broad is slippery.” The man pointed out as one of the four lunged forward drawing a knife. Adora spurned a net of electricity that served to disarm the other four, before a rumbling in the ground was heard. “The fuck” The man spoke before vies wrapped around them.

“Now it’s my turn.” Adora teased as her mass powers shrank the five of them, while the plants them up higher and higher till they were wrapped in plant material but eye level with her despite their miniature state. The sudden sound of sirens caused her to produce her puree and pull out a box, she plucked the thugs from their vines and pocketed them as well as the box before departing. The bodies of the other two she struck dow with shadows & lightning were still present.

In present times Amara smirked using a spark of lightning to burn down the other walls of the box, the four within avoiding the flames that came from the sparks. They huddled up in the enter of the box while Adora used a wave of TK energy to wipe out the flames and looked at the four gathered. “It seemed Adora took mercy on you pitiful fools, for what reason I don’t know, that’s not like her. Not like us I should say, I suppose I can understand avoiding the troublesome authorities, but not at the cost of not feeding the thirst. Or else I will be forced to come forth and show her how it’s done.”

“What are you gonna do with us! Please we ain’t mean shit, honestly you already got the one who got us to do all this, buddy you melted, the rest of us wasn’t with none of this shit.”

“Hell yeah we sorry.” One of the others said, and all four nodded in agreement, seemingly throwing their now deceased friend under the bus to get mercy from Amara who had them cornered.

“Oh please take some pride in yourselves, and stand on your two feet, and accept your fate or don’t, I honestly enjoy the fear it makes a meal better.” Amara stated as the dark veins moved somewhat causing the four too shiver. Amara spawned a shadow tendril that wrapped around one of them and pulled him forward towards her. The man screamed out as the tendril flicked the man into the air and Amara leaned forward opening up and swallowing the flying target. An audible gulp was heard intertwined with screaming from the man as he was sent to his death,

“Delicious, ah the thirst will be satisfied, see wass the so hard Dora, I’ll teach you how to replenish your reserves, and you all shut the fuck up you all weren’t making all this noise and begging when you wouldn’t leave me alone earlier I don’t wan to hear it.” Her eyes surged with red and black causing some heat that burned the three, followed by shadow tendrils being used to scoop the victims up. The tendrils shot them forward, literarily firing them into her mouth as she swished down the rest of them.

Taking out a deep breath of satisfaction, she leaned back as her body began drawing energy from the living people eaten. Not only would this cause satisfaction from getting a meal, the devouring of living flesh would allow her to maintain cerenium reserves without additional side effects from integrating & altering her genetic make-up. “Oh yes it is good to be back, and I got a welcome back meal at that.” Waltzing over to the kitchen telekinesis was used to bring forth a jugg of ice sweet tea and leftovers of a salad. She wolfed down the salad and downed the entire contents of the tea ravenously, before burping.

“Okay much better, desert and dinner, much preferable to a pointless buffet of drugs, although the heroin DID play a pivotal role in allowing me to surface easier without any struggle from dora dear.” Amara laughed manically and went on her laptop. Quickly going to twitter and going to the search bar. Within minutes she found a song that was trending “Break-in Bitches by Dinero Grande”, and went to genius to search the lyrics while opening a separate tab on youtube to listen to the song.

After giving it two listens she smirked. “Oh so that’s what Dinero Grande’s saying about me” Amara poised as the smirk turned into the grin. She found the lyrics to Breaking Bitches to be very interesting, as part of the song was a diss aimed towards woman in general, including a segment of the song that targeted powerful women some politicians, celebrities & altered woman including Lori Martinez. That part of the song had drawn controversy as while many feared & hated Lori since the incident, few had dared to make adequate actual threats towards her besides the military & US intelligence agencies.

Miami Murder Mayhem

“Let’s pay mister Dinero a visit, he’s the perfect one to spread my message." Amara concluded, as she waltzed towards the window. Opening it up with TK whilst turning invisible she took flight and left her residence. After reaching a great height she took her flight to the next level shattering the sound barrier accompanied by a very audible sonic boom. Moving at her max speeds mid flight it took no less than twenty five minutes to arrive outside of Dinero Grande’s residence.

A well fortified mansion with armed security, the rapper who spoke so eloquently about being his own security & being able to “knock off anyone regular or super with the Glock in my hand alone.” Sure had quite a bit of company. [b][color=pink]“Typical boasting about strength alone, but still relying on defense in numbers, no matter this will be just another chance to show Dora how things are done.”[/color[/b]] Amara spoke to herself, although Adora who had taken her place and was now locked in her own mind could hear Amara loud and clearly.

By this point she was reduced to echoes in the back of Amara’s mind, her voice just mental traces in the recess of Amara’s mind calling out from beyond the center of her mind asking Amara to relinquish her control of her body. “You still haven’t figured it out have you? I can’t give up the controller to you, because we are essentially the same. I’m you, the best you in-fact, the living personification of the thirst that accompanies this power. I surface when I’m inadequately fed, and lately I’ve been starving, although the ex cop was a welcome meal. The same way YOU need food AND drink, I need energy & flesh to fully satiate me Adora, one of which has been sorely lacking, Even with the energy of the consumed altered, it still isn’t enough for my appetite, stop being so picky in your regular meals, and perhaps it wouldn’t have to come to this baby.”

Please let me out! Let me out! I understand, I felt this before. I didn’t realize what it was, but now I know. Now I know Amara I know!!

“Then relax and enjoy your high, is that what you need some drugs.” Amara teased, causing Adora to be overwhelmed with a surge of opiate happiness. She directed the feelings of the intense high to her subconscious, allowing Adora to linger in a peaceful satisfied inebriated state. “That worked out better than expected, admittedly the feeling is truly amazing, I almost sat back & enjoyed it myself if not for the thirst clawing at me in order to feed it.” Amara mused as she flew down to the ground.

Landing on the pavement of the mansion’s outer side-walk, she began walking towards oe of the many doors. There were several entrances & numerous paths around the property. This was her first time coming to Dinero’s residence as either Amara or Adora. She took a few brief moments to soak in the architectural masterpiece of Dinero’s home, before manipulating her mass to p tase through the wall by the door making her way in Dinero’s home without causing any structure damage.

Something this nice mustn’t be so needlessly destroyed, especially when it can still come under the ownership of Zayas Properties, now to deal with the artist with the funny lyrics about me. He’ll learn not to bop his head to music taunting &mocking me, especially one he himself wrote how foolish. A mere mortal having the audacity to dishonor me AND to a lyrical melody?

Before long she entered the studio room where Dinero was inside recording, his engineer was working on his vocals. There were a few security guards, as well as some guys smoking some fat backwoods with some scantily clad black, hispanic & asian women in a room connected to the studio.

“You know keep sum on my hip, everywhere I go a yougin gotta blick, pow pow pow blow ya top off you can’t fix it with a bandaid, erryday we getting racks erred is band-day, mudafuck my birthday erryday is bandaid, sipping codeine pop blowing tops off ERRYDAY, like I said beFO BREAKING DESE HOES they going need BAND-AIDS, hit mew it da steel going be MAYDAY, OG Shooter aiming at Lori FACE, Fucka bus these bullets what she going taste, AR wit da beam it ain’t going leave trace, bank altered NICCA think I got the BAND PLAGUE” As Dinero was yelling into the mic suddenly it went off.

“Uhhh What da FUUUUCK!, what’s going on TruBlu where the beat at?!” Dinero asked calling out to his engineer.

“Aye aye dinneroo I told you don’t start wit dat shiddd lil niccaaa, I’m trynna figurrrrr dis shyt out rite naw Ion know was tannin gimme a second.” His engineer TrueBlu called back, while Amara shook her head and materialized much to the shock of others in the waiting room.

“Really this is the follow up song to breaking bitches, honestly I thought breaking bitches was more catchy, but this band plague is just trash, I’m really going have to torture you all for this.” Amara spoke calmly, while the women & other guys smoking started yelling from the girl with glowing black eyes appearing out of thin air, with TrueBlu beating his hand down on the counter.

“What the fuck is y’all negroes yelling for! We in the middle of a god damn session, you wanna get kicked out Dinero spot?! Huh!”

Right as the engineer barked orders a bolt of electricity struck him in the cranium causing the talented music maker to sprawl out against his keyboard unconscious. “Ssssh zaddy, be quiet, your one of the ones I want to live, or really the only one that matters. I quite enjoy your beats, and you don’t deserve to die just for doing your job, but the rest of you bums tagging along with Dinero, his entourage I find you fully guilty for allowing him to produce this trash, a bunch of yes men and yes bitchs, no one wanted him why it might not be a good idea to make distracts about violent superhuman women? Hmmm, I ain’t a white girl, I won’t tolerate this slander whether it’s catchy or not.”

“Oh my god who are you!? What the fuck are you talking about?!!! Barry get this bitch she came outta thin air.” One of the groupie woman yelled, while the one known as Barry came out with a gun, Dinero’s manager put his finger on the trigger.

“Bitch get outta here! You ain’t welcome on this property, I dunno who the fuck you are, but you got the wrong idea. We ain’t fucking with randoms, we don’t give a fukk if you altered!!!!” Barry yelled out.” Aye back me up security or all y’all getting fired TODAY RITE NA!!!!” He yelled out causing security to flood the waiting room with their weapons drawn.

Amara smirked as vines burst from the ground striking the hands of security guards with some of the vines piercing through their palms causing blood to spray. Shadow tendrils emerged blocking all the exits, then spawned chains of shadows that wrapped around the ankles of the women, security, Barry & the other guys tying them together in a knot of shadow and plant powers.

Amara shifted her appearance to that of Lori Martinez, and kissed one of the security guards causing his entire body to freeze, then tipped him over shattering the guard killing him. Adora then used her heat vision to burn out the eye sockets of one of the women, then increased the pressure causing the eye beams to burst through the back of the women’s head murdering her.

“Oh my god!!!! It’s the Lori Bitch!!!!!” Barry yelled out only for Amara to use TK to start choking him and slammed him against the ground. Then caused the door to the inner studio to open exposing Dinero who was on histogram live telling his fans he didn’t know why the session stopped, only to see the door got swung open by an invisible force. This alerted him, and his fans who began flooding his IG live with comment of concern upon seeing Lori Martinez was present, the same woman responsible for the mass murders in San Francisco.

“Pipe down Dinero, not so brave now fat too fat huh.” Amara teased causing his phone to fly from his hands and over to the security room. She then increased the size of the phone till it was the size of a small television, and caused the phone to soar to the ceilings and famed ice around the corners of the phone to freeze the enlarged phone to the ceiling to allow the instagram live to continue showing Amara, and her attacks on Dinoero’s entourage for all the rappers fans.

“Enough don’t you put a hand on none of my potnas” One of the men into entourage yelled, gripping his fists angrily.

“No Carter don’t do that, she got us on live.” Barry yelled out but Carter ignored Dinero’s manager and raised his hand unleashing a powerful shockwave that sent Amara hurtling through the window of the studio and smashing into one of the keyboards. Carter raised his fist snapping his fingers unleashing a second shockwave that demolished the equipment behind Amara and sent her crashing into a wall.

“Oh my gawd! Your altered, I been slipping with an altered nice” His girl yelled out in shock, a disgruntled hispanic/asian biracial woman, while Carter clapped his hands together emitting another shockwave tearing through the summoned vines allowing the security guards to retrieve their guns as Amara rose from the rubble, and flew forward she used TK blast swatting TruBlu’s body aside as well as a security guard who had retrieved their gun, Carter ford another shockwave at Amara blasting her back, only for her to use TK

“Enough you have one altered, it means nothing to me!” Amara screamed as she brushed some blood out her face, as she used the TK to snap Carter’s right knee then slammed him into the roof then pulled him down smashing him into a drum set. She swung her arm downwards sending vines to pierce Carter’s shoulders as well as firing ice shards at his head. Carter ducked and as Amara stepped forward gathering electricity she was caught by surprise as two bullets hit the back of her neck, c courtesy of Dinero who’d emerged from the studio room with his custom Glock opening fire on the violent altered woman who’d stormed his mansion & attacked his home studio.

“Yeah I said what I said BREAKING BITCHES, MOTHERFUCK A HOE NAMED LORI, pop her in the face this ah DINERO STORY.” The rapper yelled out quoting the lyrics to his track, as he pulled the trigger again causing a spray of bullets be planted into the back of Adora’s upper back as she collapsed to the ground blood rushing out spilling from her multiple bullet wounds from all the surprise shots Dinero had hit her with.

The comments in his IG live were going wild, and several fans viewing had contacted the authorities to update & alert them to the situation. The sound of sirens blaring accompanied the sounds of Dinero & others In his entourage reacting to the fact that one of his friends Carter was an altered with the power to produce shockwaves & Dinero emerging from the studio room to land surprise shots on Adora seemingly emerging victor against the vicious super killer who’d torn apart downtown San Francisco, California.

It seemed that she’d met her end in the mansion of this famous Miami rapper, who was sure to rise in fame if he’d really been responsible for gunning down one of the most fearsome & violent altered human killers that emerged thus far.

“Lucky shot bastard.” Amara said as she gurgled blood, and rose up to the shock of Dinero, Barry, Carter, Carter’s girlfriend, Dinero’s security & the rest of his entourage still living. The bullets lodged within her popped out as her skin reconnected, blood returning to her body as her wounds healed, the woman regenerating.

“N..N.....No….no…fuck!” Dinero yelled, as some of the people in the entourage rushed to the door almost breaking it down trying to escape. Adora used her TK power to form an invisible wall preventing anyone from being able to escape, then caused shadows to slip through the cracks of the door and shields, forming shadow tendrils which pierced through the far right & far left of the room allowing the shadow tendrils tendrils to tear through the skin/bodies of Dinero’s security & entourage.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH” Amara screamed using sound manipulation to shatter all the glass in the area causing shards to rain in the studio and on those unlucky enough to be near windows in the studio room. Their ear-drums were of course the main target, causing blood to run from all their ears except TruBlu & Dinero who had in their studio headphones still which partially protected them from the sound based attack.

Using heat vision she plowed & sliced through the bodies of others in the entourage, murdering others leaving the waiting room soaked in the blood of now dead members of Dinero’s team intermixed with those from his security detail. Her body surged with electricity as she sent electricity surging forward, using the pools of blood soaked into the floorboards a conductor to kill more.

The sound of approaching sirens grew more louder & intense, as the LEO’s cruisers inched color & closer to Dinero’s spot. “Sounds like we have company on the way, that’s fine I’d like to make an announcement, and I felt you were the perfect vessel to re-iterate this message to the world. MR. Dinero Grande seeing as how the lyrics to some of your quite disturbing. My name is Amara, or as the public knows me Lori Martinez. That is only one of my forms & identities, am here to tell the world on your live that the time of mere mortals is up. It is time for the age of my children, the altered to rise up, the Energy Storm was a predetermined event that has led to my return to the land of the living & the re-emergence the chosen ones, those who are strong enough to manifest power from being exposed to that which is within what you people call the energy plague.” Amara spoke

Dinero’s IG live usually had a high number of people in it, and typically settled around the lower millions. However the events that had transpired in the past few minutes had raised the viewer count to a staggering 30 million, including members of the Miami police department who had tuned in to get a preview of what they were walking into. This prior insight into the events going down at Dinero’s mansion had led to them preemptively calling back up from Miami PD’s Swat Teams to handle the Amara/Lori Martinez situation.

“Shawty I ain’t got nun to do with nun dat, please let my bruddas and sisters go, the ain’t had no part in this shit that was me, I choose to say what I said on the song, and. Stamp dat. I ain’t mean to say nun trifling to yu, that’s just how I been brought up since a jit, I Ayn going lie I ain’t think yu was going pop up onnakidd, honestly I been suspect of dis whole altered shyt n da plague since it started on sum conspiracy shyt, but I’m wrong but it all shit I shudda, gotta git da vassine pls don’t kill no mo of my ppls!!!!” Dinero cried out at the end of his spew of words directed towards the vicious Amara and her ruthless attacks on Dinero and his entourage.

“Oh please all that gibberish coming from your mouth is the definition of angering, it has truly made me irate. I wonder if such words are even within the realms of you vocabulary with what I assume to be your limited scope of mental ability. FOR THOSE WHO SEEK MERCY FROM AMARA LEARN TODAY THAT I AM NOT TOLERATE OF NAYSAYERS, and FOUL MOUTHED MOCKERS!!!!!! I WILL DELIVER SWIFT PUNISHMENT TO THOSE WHO I ENCOuNTER WHO VIOLATE THESE PRINCIPLES AND TENANTS I HAVE UTTERED, IF YOU SEEK MERCY! Build large statues of me, erect temples in my name, and issue sacrifices to my being or else pain shall surely be brought down to your lives.”

Amara laughed maniacally as she used her mass powers to miniaturize Barry, Carter, and the rest of the survivors including dinero. Summoning shadow tendrils that began poking them the tendrils began flicking them towards her and she opened up wide swallowing the survivors one by one as tendrils flicked them towards her.

Carter fired a shockwave blasting away the tendril and firing a shockwave that damaged one of Amara’s teeth, causing her to spawn a vine from her mouth that wrapped around Carter and formed thorns piercing his skin all over. The vines then pulled hm in and she gulped him down, before tendrils pushed in a screaming Barry who tried to no avail to slow Amara down with his now miniaturized gun.

Dinero himself screamed as Amara scooped the mini rapper up with her thumb and index finger, using electricity to torture him before flinging him in and gulping down the rapper as well. “FLESH!!!!” Amara screamed out the thirst driving her to these cannibalistic actions, as she used TK to pull the last four groupie girls towards her. As they all screamed Adora blew on them sending forth a cold breeze that painfully could them, before chewing them apart violently murdering them before swallowing down what remains of there crushed up remains.

The only one left surviving was the producer TrueBlue, Amara caused the phone to be released from its icy restraints, and carried outside telekinetically as she flew outside the mansion. Coming towards the front entrance she was greeted by several police cruisers, helicopters, and armored trucks ran by SWAT.

“Oh a welcoming party or rather an exit party, I’m sure you Miami pigs don’t care about celebrity rappers.”

“Ma’am put your hands behind your back and lay down your under arrest!!!” The Swat captain yelled through a megaphone.

Amara burst out into laughter causing shadow tendrils to emerge from the captain’s shadow piercing his throat, then surging forward through his cruiser and another officer and a cruiser forming a shadow shish-ka-bob of cops and cruisers and used TK to fling the whole mess into a chopper downing them, followed by summoning violent streaks of lightning dow plowing through the police helicopters.

The remaining cops & SWAT officers opened fire on Amara who used her powers to grow to gigantic heights and stomped forward causing mini tremors in the ground. Heat vision emerged from her eyes drilling through police vehicles & officers violently slaughtering them. She also raised the phone in the air to get an aerial view as she maintained the live and used her mass powers to further increase the size of the phone.

Amara caused darkness & shadows to emerge from the ground beneath the officers lifting them into the air and flinging them in the air as Amara used TK to form her own shockwave that sent them flying towards her, and sh opened up gulping down SWAT & officers alike with a big gulp, then burped unleashing a sound blast that demolished the remaining officers in the area and wiping out several houses and stores infant of her for miles, Amara then used TK to crush the phone and flung the enlarged phone into some approaching cruisers.

“I’ve had my fun.” The glowing black eyed violent altered woman mused as she returned to her original size, turned invisible, and took off in the opposite direction towards her h