<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Jake Wheatly<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   USC<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>    Banshee<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Jake sat in his prison barracks, just staring into space. He couldn't believe this much happened in such a short time. The stench of death around him, the screams of pain and horror, it was almost surreal. This level of disaster, you never think it would happen to you. But what happened to them? The X-Men..The Avengers...Moon Knight..Spider-Man..Iron Man..Captain America..hell, even the Incredible Hulk doesn't seem like too bad an option right now..Thor..was a god not even enough to stop this?<br/><br/>He wondered all of this in his head. His heroes, his champions, all fallen it seems. What about his parents back in New York? Did they make it? He continued to ponder how he might still be alive, figuring whatever "Judgment" was, was an attempt to mass murder people. Was he going to die? Maybe later than most it seems, he did feel awful, but dying? That's probably worse than the cramps and migraine he was experiencing.<br/><br/>Why couldn't we just get back to that mid term..or listening to the boring professor? No, life would never be that easy again. Even with his family being as poor as they were, he worked his ass off to get the scholarships and grants needed to be in the prestigious University of Southern California. All that hard work was made to look easy in one fell swoop of death and destruction. There was no sense in trying to tell himself that this wasn't happening, because it definitely was. If he could just get out<br/><br/>As he sat there, his face in his hands, trying to think, he was started fora moment to see that his feet were in some kind of shadow. not standing on the shadow, IN the shadow. He stood, now ankle deep in this shadow, curious, with a thought he sunk further down. before he knew it he was submerged in the shadow. Finding that he could actually move though, and he was able to look up from the shadow.<br/><br/>He rose back up, "reforming himself" He thought as fast as he could. Storage Closet. The Mascot of USC was the Trojans. If the costume was in storage, he could grab the sword and chest plate, sure maybe the cheesy helmet too. He was skilled with sword. Getting one in hand may make him a bit more likely to survive his escape. Once he had the chest plate on and sword in hand, he decided the helmet would obstruct his vision too much. A shield would've been nice, but no time to complain when your world is falling apart. At this point he ran, not deciding to pick a fight unless he had to. His eyes as he ran fell onto a man that appeared to be on the outside in the moment. not able to get much more of an ID on the man who would turn out to be Banshee, he simply yells "Run! They're-" He was cut short a guard that had a little more speed caught up and tried to strike him. He rose his arm as to brace himself, and there formed a shield, out of what looked like pure shadow, but was hard as steel as the grunts strike bounced off. He didn't have time to wonder what the hell that was, but making a mad sprint for the would-be exit, seeing the man stand there watching him.<br/>