Time to Live
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				Title: <strong>Time to Live</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>alkaline veins</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 10:24:23</strong>
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				Brian checked his watch once more as he sat outside the old motel room, the car parked off to the side as he watched the SWAT team slowly gather around the door. They continued to signal to each other though, planting explosives on the door hinges as well. With a sudden blast, they breached the room as the sound of bullets began to echo across the empty parking lot. Within seconds though, they seemed to have died down, and everything returned to silence again. Brian had expected this of course, and while they insisted on sending the squad in first, he knew it would be a worthless attempt.<br><br>While he may not have been born with the powers naturally, he knew that his strength was close enough to challenge the girl, even if she'd had them since birth. Of course, there was always the possibility that he'd been born gifted as well, but he'd been told otherwise ever since he could remember. His life was, in fact, a simple procedure of experiment after experiment, and day after day of being locked within a small, rather empty cell. It was all he could remember, and no matter how hard he tried, it was all he knew he'd be able to remember as well. Finally though, it seemed that there would be more use for him than being the subject of another experiment, and he was happy to be able to get his hands dirty for once.<br><br>Brian was just over 20 years old now, and in peak physical shape. He stood just over 6'0 and his body was cut and tone to perfect complexion. Of course, it wasn't due to a drive for power, but rather a result of the boredom that came with being locked up 24/7 for every day of your life. When given nothing else to do, he'd simply spend time exercising. This was the first time he'd be truly allowed to test the powers he'd harnessed over the years though, and as he got out of the car, he smirked and closed his eyes a bit to focus.<br><br>Pulling his hood up, the boy began to slowly walk towards the now quiet room. She would no doubt be packing, ready to move on to wherever she thought she could escape to next. But unfortunately for her, it wouldn't quite be that easy to escape. Brian wore a black hoodie, hiding his face in a shadow a bit with a white t-shirt underneath, and rather baggy, gray sweats hanging just on his hips. It was about all he was given, but it was still far more comfortable then the jumpsuit they strapped him down in as well. It was also the only real way they could control him. The electric current that coursed through it seemed to restrict the powers he had, and without it for the first time, Brian felt more powerful then ever as he stepped in front of the doorway, looking into the room to see the bodies of the SWAT team scattered across the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time to Live</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 14:39:20</strong>
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				LA, LA, LA...&nbsp; That though just went over and over in her head black curly-cue head.&nbsp; If she could just get to LA, she would be protected by the covenant.&nbsp; Many called people like her witches, so they'd just eventually began to use the same terminology.&nbsp; Her own town's coven had been all killed and captured despite her own efforts.&nbsp; Old Marie...&nbsp; Janice... Karen...&nbsp; All the women that had been Moves and especially all the annoying Eyes...&nbsp; A few Fires and Books had gotten away.&nbsp; But everyone else was gone.&nbsp; When the SWAT team came in while she was packing up her bag - she'd sensed their truck and their weapons as soon as they got within her range.&nbsp; She had been ready.&nbsp; The bed put and held against the door by her power.&nbsp; She had to admit she didn't expect the bombs though...&nbsp; That, she hadn't been ready for.&nbsp; It seemed they finally had enough...&nbsp; Using a piece of wall to shield herself, pulling it right from where it had been to reveal a man cheating on his wife with the town bimbo, she didn't let it drop till their guns were pulled from their very hands.&nbsp; "Sorry, boys..."&nbsp; She actually looked hurt that she had to kill them.&nbsp; She wouldn't have if she knew they wouldn't come after her.&nbsp; But she knew their orders, and knew about the big bonuses they were guaranteed if they brought her in.&nbsp; She wondered idly as she positioned the guns to the men's foreheads - the quickest kill - if they'd changed the "Wanted Alive" status to "Dead or Alive" yet.&nbsp; <br><br>Her dark blue eyes stayed open as she watched the guns go off in the mens head, some blood splattering over her fine pearl skin and white tank.&nbsp; Even the machine guns only fired one clean bullet before she turned to the window.&nbsp; Grabbing her second bag, she pulled out a few bound wads of cash and put them on the table among scattered debris, writing a note 'For the families of the deceased'.&nbsp; It wasn't much, but she killed the poor bastards, she supposed the least she could do was help with the funerals.&nbsp; She knew some would see it as an insult and not take the money, but she also knew that those that did would end up with more than needed because of it.&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; She'd have to think about her own funeral if she stayed much longer.&nbsp; She grabbed the backpack and the duffle, she knew better than to go out of any of her room's exits and crawled her way through into the cheater/bimbo's room.&nbsp; Both huddled into a corner and giving sharp screams as they saw her.&nbsp; She frowned, she hated when people did that.&nbsp; Going to the window, she raised a currious eyebrow as she brushed some drywall of her jean clad knee - there wasn't anyone outside...&nbsp; <br><br>That however was when she felt a man walking into the next room.&nbsp; She rolled her eyes and sighed.&nbsp; When were they gunna learn:&nbsp; A man wouldn't be able to get her.&nbsp; All of the covenant were made of women.&nbsp; The abilities they had needing two specific X chromosomes, whereas a man had an X and a Y.&nbsp; With how long they hunted her people down, she was supprised they hadn't learned THAT yet.&nbsp; She glared at him through the wall before the window in front of her blew out, jumping out of it soon after to land easily in the parking lot.&nbsp; After that, she made a run for her car.&nbsp; The key in the ignition already turning as the door unlocked.&nbsp; She wished she hadn't parked on the other side of the lot for safety.&nbsp; The big bag of cash and the bag of her clothes were heavy for a woman like her.&nbsp; She wasn't out of shape by any means, she was just...&nbsp; Slim.&nbsp; A head under six feet at five seven, she was slim thing that couldn't build muscle if it killed her.&nbsp; Most of the women of her people were like that.&nbsp; Sure, breast size varied - she herself was happy with a B cup - but they were all slim and some were considered frail.&nbsp; Usually the Eyes and the Books.&nbsp; Her black Nikes beat against the pavement of the parking lot as she continued to run, not letting herself take a break.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time to Live</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>alkaline veins</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 04:38:15</strong>
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				Brian turned slowly as he heard the soft patter of the girls feet starting to run across the pavement, and the chugging of an engine coming to life. With a little whistle, he casually looked up and tilted his head from side to side, cracking it a little before he closed his eyes and began to truly focus. What made him the weapon he'd become now, was not just the telekinetic powers, but also the hours upon hours of studying he'd been forced to do on top of it. While others could simply start a fire from nothing, Brian had at least been trained to use his surroundings for similar effects, and it gave him the greatest tactical advantage that anyone else could have against the others.<br><br>As he opened his eyes, he slowly tilted his head back, the bright green tint seeming to glow brighter as they locked onto the car. The girl was getting dangerously close though, and if he was to stop her, it had to be done now. Stretching his fingers out just a bit, he snapped his eyes back shut as the sudden burst of heat rushed over his body. A split second later, he heard the deafening explosion and clattering of metal on the concrete as he reopened his eyes to see the car burning steadily, a thick cloud of smoke rising up into the air. God how he enjoyed the freedom. All it took was a simple re-wiring of the circuitry, and a line to the gas tank.<br><br>With a satisfied smirk, the boy slowly began to walk across the parking lot, his eyes scanning over it in search of the girl. It was her move now, and he was excited to see what she would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time to Live</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 04:44:01</strong>
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				She screamed as her car exploded, a door nearly taking off her head before she blocked it and ducked.&nbsp; What the hell...&nbsp; Was a Fire working with them?&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; She looked about, she couldn't feel any woman's body awake...&nbsp; But...&nbsp; There was another man in the parking lot...&nbsp; She could feel where he was, but wanted to see with her eyes.&nbsp; He felt different...&nbsp; Like one of her kind...&nbsp; But that...&nbsp; That was impossible...&nbsp; Not unless they put him under extreme gene therapy.&nbsp; And even then she wasn't sure.&nbsp; She bit her lip before making a run for another car.&nbsp; The car she was hidden behind she wouldn't use.&nbsp; She hated standard.<br><br>While she ran, the car she was running from lifted in the air a few inches before it appeared to 'drive' towards him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time to Live</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>alkaline veins</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 04:55:29</strong>
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				The boy grinned as he saw the car starting to head his direction, picking up speed rather quickly as well. She had much to learn, he thought to himself as he continued the steady walk her way. His demeanor never changed as the slow walk headed straight towards the car as it not began to barrel towards him. Suddenly though, the loud crash and scraping of metal began to ring out as sparks flew on the concrete. The tires had been unbolted in seconds, and the axle completely torn from the car, before it was thrown to the side as if it had been smashed into by an invisible train. The metal shards flew right and left and the remaining chassis slammed into the side of the hotel building, and flinging into the room.<br><br>"Why don't you come out and play?" the boy said with another laugh, his focus narrowing as he tried to locate her presence again. With a smile, he turned to the car she seemed to be hidden behind and tilted his head as he began to toy with the locks, flashing them on and off just to tease her. "It'll be much more fun if you put up a real fight," he said as he bent down a bit, trying to get a look under the car and lifting the side up just a bit as it started to tilt towards her despite the fact he was at least 20 feet away as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time to Live</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 05:02:56</strong>
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				She gasped as the car tilted.&nbsp; So he was...&nbsp; She growled at him, "GO TO HELL!"&nbsp; She thrust the car away from her, heading straight for him again.&nbsp; She could tell he was better allready.&nbsp; He knew the world around him better than she did.&nbsp; Yes, she may have had more controle - she was sure she did.&nbsp; If what she suspected was right, she'd learned her whole life how to controle what she had, he probably only just started developing his abilities when he was a pre-teen.&nbsp; At least if what one of the elders Eyes said was right.&nbsp; She didn't go for a car this time, heading instead to go around the hotel and into the trees.&nbsp; He probably couldn't tell the difference between living and non-living matter yet when he felt for it.&nbsp; At least she hoped he didn't.&nbsp; If it was that way, then she'd be able to loose him in the forest easily.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time to Live</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>alkaline veins</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 05:17:10</strong>
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				As the boy saw the car flying towards him again, he was a little caught off guard, and found the sudden burst unable to stop it's momentum. Still, within a split second, the concrete parking lot seemed to have chunks uprooting themselves and being flung to the car as they collided in a rather loud burst. Shaking his head though, he looked over to see the spot she'd once been in vacant. "Shit..." he muttered under his breath as he glanced around quickly, able to just catch a glimpse of her as she rounded the corner of the building.<br><br>Brian grit his teeth and quickly burst into a sprint, chasing after the girl as the wind rushing by snapped his hood back down to reveal his face, a rather large tattoo of seemingly ownership visible just above the collar of his shirt as it wrapped around his neck. Still, as he picked up speed, he tried to remain focused as his heart beat began to accelerate. He was faster then her. He had to be. "Just stay calm..." he whispered to himself as he chased after her, always seeming to still be a brief step behind though. While he'd been struggling with it for years, he knew that if he wasn't able to control his adrenaline, he'd not only lose her, but be in real shit from the boss as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time to Live</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 05:27:09</strong>
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				She gasped as she looked back and saw what he'd done.&nbsp; He may have not had controle, but the man sure had power.&nbsp; Raw power that she'd probably pissed off...&nbsp; She pushed her feet harder, dropping her clothes bag.&nbsp; Letting her run faster.&nbsp; She still could practically feel his breath on her neck.&nbsp; Her breath coming in white clouds in front of her, it was such a cold night.&nbsp; She growled, pulling her hand into a fist, a patch of dirt came and smacked him in the head. Her aim was off...&nbsp; It was supposed to have been his face, his eyes.&nbsp; She yelped as she ended up tripping as she tried to save herself, falling onto her behind.&nbsp; She looked up at him, using the only thing around her as a weapon, little sticks started coming up and flying into him.&nbsp; With the little bits distracting him, she took a bit bigger of a stick - more like a small log that could have been a bat, and turning and getting up, aimed it right for his lower half.&nbsp; Whether it would go for where the sun didn't shine or his belly, she didn't know, didn't care.&nbsp; She just wanted to get away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time to Live</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>alkaline veins</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 06:16:17</strong>
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				He was caught off guard a bit as he felt the patch of earth catch him on the side of the head, but seemed to pay no attention as he continued to catch up to her rather quickly. Brushing it off with his hand, he tried to just concentrate on the girl, as he was gaining on her rather quickly. As each small little branch whizzed by though, he could feel the occasional cut on his flesh, as scrapes began to appear all along his arms. When he saw the girl trip and fall, he pushed himself even harder, his legs pumping as fast as possible in order to get a hold of her. As the large branch lifted off the ground, he quickly put on the breaks as he caught a look into her eyes. Bracing himself, he simply waited for the collision as he felt the wind suddenly rush from his chest, and fell to the ground with a thud. Gasping for air, he looked up just a bit though, a few roots quickly snapping out of the ground as he focused a bit more, tying themselves around the girls ankles quickly as Brian started to slowly get his breath back, pushing himself up onto his elbows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time to Live</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 06:22:42</strong>
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				She yelped as the roots tangled themselves about her ankles, making her fall again, this time to her knees.&nbsp; She gritted her teeth and pulled out a dollar bill from the bag, focusing to keep it straight and strong as the wood it was made from she tried to cut through the vines, but unfortunately, the paper was just too thin.&nbsp; She struggled against the roots, trying to untie them herself.&nbsp; But she just couldn't manage to get it undone by the time he started getting up.&nbsp; Her breath hitched, for the first time, she was afraid she'd be caught.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time to Live</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>alkaline veins</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 03:52:27</strong>
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				Brian slowly pushed himself up off the ground, his nails digging into the earth beneath him as he staggered up to his feet, breathing heavy as he let his eyes fall down over the girl. "God damn, you're a tough one to catch. I'll give you that much," he said as he walked over and looked over the situation. Seeing that she'd given up the struggle just a bit, he let himself fall back down to the ground, laying beside her as he ran his fingers over the roots, testing their binds as they dug into her ankles. "You knew that you couldn't get away forever though. It was just a matter of time before we caught up," he said, his words broken up by heavy breathing though.<br><br>For the first time, he finally let his eyes look over her, analyzing her body a little bit before he turned and placed his hand against her ankle, rubbing it softly. "Now, are you going ot just take off again? Or can I trust you and untie you?" he asked softly, yet still with an hint of authority in his voice now. "You come along peacefully, and I'll make sure they don't hurt you," Brian said as he stood up a bit, his mind concentrating back onto the roots as he let them loosen a bit, allowing the blood to at least flow through to her foot again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time to Live</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 04:01:40</strong>
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				Her feet were becoming numb by the time he lostened the roots.&nbsp; Her mind still whirling as she tried to figure out a way to get out of this.&nbsp; She looked at him a moment, keeping her eyes concentrated on him as she tried to distract him from her objective - ripping the roots on her ankles into two.&nbsp; She'd only just began her training on pulling objects in two directions when her coven was taken.&nbsp; "That's what the bad guys always say," she told him, taking it slowly untill she felt her binds begin to get tight.&nbsp; After that happened, she pulled quickly, a loud crackling pop sounding as she was freed.&nbsp; "Hah," she cried triumphant as she sent another piece of dirt for his head as she sprang up with a little help from her power, beginning to run from him again, her money bag all but hopping into her hand as she ran.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time to Live</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>alkaline veins</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 04:08:05</strong>
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				With a rather annoyed sigh, Brian simply repeated the process of before, as the roots around her feet began to rip free from the earth, practically snatching at her ankles as they did. Finally, they were able to catch her just enough to trip her up, and before she could even fight back, they began to not only grab her by the ankles, but spring&nbsp; up and hold back her arms as well. The boy, simply wiped the dirt from his face and made his way over to her, spitting some earth out of his mouth before he straddled her waist and sat down firmly onto her hips. "I tried to give you a chance. But if you're really going to be that fucking bitchy about it, you're going to regret it..." he said as he turned towards one of her wrists, the roots unraveling only to be replaced by the even tighter grip of his own hands. "If you think you're stronger than me, you're not. And I'll make damn sure that you get sent back..." he said, his voice suddenly growing more aggressive as he lifted off of her and walked around her back. As he released the other rope, his hand caught her other hand and pulled both of them behind her back as he brought her up to her feet. "So, what's it going to be?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Time to Live</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 04:28:05</strong>
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				"DAMNIT," she cursed as he took her again, gasping as the roots wrapped around her body.&nbsp; She tried to struggle against them, but what was supple flesh to solid root?&nbsp; She growled as he stood over her, glaring at him full heartedly now, unable to help but wince as his hold on her wrists was more bruising than that of the roots.&nbsp; She gave a slight yelp as they lifted up, not expecting it as he moved and brought her hands behind her back.&nbsp; "Damn it, why are you doing this?&nbsp; Untill you came after us, none of us ever caused any harm!"&nbsp; Well, at least not on purpose, she added in her mind.&nbsp; Remembering how she was an early bloomer with her power.&nbsp; She accidentally killed the cat at the age of three by throwing the poor thing out the window after it hissed at her.&nbsp; She imagined that such situations could go very wrong.&nbsp; She futily tried to tug against him, a small whimper escaping her lips as she looked back at him with pain and fear filled eyes.&nbsp; For all she knew, her sisters of the coven were dead...&nbsp; And this man was bringing her to the same fate.&nbsp; She didn't trust him when he said that they wouldn't hurt her. Her mother had been a powerful Mover like herself.&nbsp; She'd been captured when she was eight...&nbsp; Her mother had escaped...&nbsp; But barely alive...&nbsp; She could still remember seeing her mother falling in through the front door with tubes sticking out of her arms.&nbsp; Patches on her neck.&nbsp; Half her beautiful head of auburn hair shaved off to apply electrodes.&nbsp; Her mother didn't live long after her return...&nbsp; That memory made her fight again, pulling roughly away from him as she used her power to try and push him back, "I won't let you do that to me!"
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