STGOD 3: Main Story Thread

[Raxmei]

Harry opened the window open wide to let in the cool evening breeze as he watched the sun set. He was going to black out soon. That always happened after dark when the wolf awoke and he started seeing through its eyes. Thanks to that strange mental connection, Harry knew more about the creature's movements than anyone. Yet because of that he couldn't strike back at it while it was active. His only hope was to watch it closely so that he could learn where it lurked during the day. Then he would have his chance.

The sun set and the process began. Harry screamed, falling on the floor. As he rolled about in agony, his body changed form, his bones warping and skin growing fur. The curse of lycanthropy fully manifested, the mind of the wolf man took full control, howling exultantly into the night.

Just as Harry knew what the wolf did at night, the wolf knew where Harry went during the day. Harry never seemed to catch on, and was always surprised when he woke up to find his best friends dead. He would have to visit Professor Alytar tonight, but first things first. The wolf padded to one of the walls and neatly with his claws inscribed there, "You are a complete moron. You'll never find me." Then he jumped out the open window, retracing the path of the previous day.

***

He saw the altercation between the professor and some random idiot on the street. Once the fish had gone on his merry way he stalked in to investigate. How careless this man must be, to leave things laying about in the street like this. He silently strode closer, saw the man shivering in terror, though his fright was obvious from a long ways off. He tested the magical strands binding the man his claws, satisfied that they yielded easily. He proceeded to dig in, devouring the unfortunate messily, leaving only clothes and shattered bones sucked dry of marrow when he was through. Then, seeing it was almost morning, the wolf started back home, stealing silently through the city's twilight at nearly two hundred miles per hour, leaving the remains of his meal on the professor's doorstep. It was awfully nice of him to leave a meal out like that. He'd have to come back again the next night.

[thecreech]

The well dressed man waved his hand signaling for the soliders in the room to leave. One by one they filed out until it was just Ragam and him. The man spoke

"Listen, there is no need to get angry. I am aware of what you can do. If you say that you weren't hiding i will believe you... but for a price" he said as Ragam stared at him cold faced
"I would like you to work in my ranks to help us capture these Apparitions.." Before he could complete his sentence a office opened the door to the room

"Uh sir.. there is was a call from a Hank McKenna that wants to speak to you?" The man looked at Ragam and stood up

"I am not finish with you, and dont try any funny buisness either" He said pointing his finger at him and he walked out the door slammng it shut.

Ragam looked around the room. There was a magic mirror, no windows, one door, some smalls holes in the sides of the wall... they looked like gas vents and one tiny air vent that was at was located on the floor. No doubt that there was someone watching him right now. He had an idea, he didn't want to hurt anyone so he but he figured he had to grow in order to get them to gas the room. So he sat in his chair and slowly increased his mass. Soon a voice boomed over the com

"Cease your growth or we will take action" but Ragam continued to grow, Soon his chair snapped under his new found weight and his head was almost touching the ceilling. Soon an screeching alarm sounded off and a thick green gas poured into the room covering everthing. Ragam held his breath in the mist and popped off the air vent with his giant finger. Then he shrunk down his size to a foot high and exited through the tiny air vent.

[Captain Cyran]

Marcus came to a stop when the binoculars he'd stolen could see the facility on the horizon. "Oh look at all the people in there, it's absolutely ripe for the picking." Through the binoculars he could see what seemed to be movement and some alarms flashing. "Looks like he's already caused some trouble for them."

Marcus drove head on towards the facility, he got pretty close before gaurds started realizing what was happening and began firing on his truck, with a simple thought the truck was surrounded in a protective barrier that began pushing the fire aside, then with a smile he put a hand out of the window, aimed at the bottom of one of the gaurd towers and fired. The blast shot out, breaking straight through the thick wall and fragmented the bottom of the guard tower. It swayed ominously for a moment before falling backwards into the facility and creating a gigantic hole in the structure. Another well placed blast against the wall right infront of Marcus's truck resulted in another gigantic explosion which cleared out almost half the wall of both gaurds and clearing out the rubble in his path.

The old chevy crashed through and came to a skidding halt against the wall jsut as the barrier died and Marcus dived behind a wall, occasionally releasing a multitude of shots rather like a machine gun of considerably lesser powered shots, but they were still enough to take out almost anything these people were bringing to bear. "This is so much FUN!"

[Exonerate]

Mancer sat in the bed, next to the young man she had picked up yesterday. She was half undressed, and the man next to her lay unconscious, with bite marks on his next. They would heal soon enough though. She had lured him in, and when he got close, she managed to make him completely docile with her powers, and took a bit of blood. Not too much - he would live, but would probably feel a bit dizzy for the next few hours. His memory was modified, all he would remember would be a wild night.

She looked at the clock, then at the window. It was nearly 7:00, and the sun was coming up. The sun wouldn't exactly kill her, but it did make her powers a lot less potent, and was also very irritating. At least the sunlight wasn't too strong now.

"I should get out of here before it starts burning up..."
With that, Mancer got up and dressed. The man started stirring a little, and she gave him a little kiss on the cheek as a souvenir. She'd probably - hopefully, never see him again. She got out of the room, headed towards the lobby, and checked out. She waited under the shaded roof for a taxi with tinted windows. One finally came, and she got into it.

[Dahak]

Dorian arrived at his destination, a first-class night club. He walked right past the queue to the entrance, and with a short telepathic order, the bouncer let him inside.
As he entered, eyes turned towards him. So far, the guy he sensed earlier at home wasn't to be felt. Maybe he lost interest?

He was to get fun tonight, one way or the other... He advanced to the bar, people giving his imposing stature a wide berth. He ordered himself a drink, and assessed the guests for interesting prospects.

[Jaded Masses]

I watched the man leave in extremely expensive attire. Rather then confront him which might result in legal trouble, I snuck went inside his house to call the police and see what other loot was in there. I got passed the door with a short, blind teleport and my eyes widened in shock. The place was completely normal. Up scale all around, but nothing priceless. Sighing, I found a phone and called the pigs as an anonymous tip.

I explained the situation and left again, finding a perch on a nearby building to watch what would happen...

[Dahak]

Just as Dorian was about to get that nice looking guy over there in for the night, his mobile buzzed.
It was his butler, telling him police had arrived, looking for stolen art.
He nearly slammed the mobile to the ground. But his anger still spiked, and shortened the electric syste, in the whole club as a result.

***

Arriving at his home, many policemen were already inside the house, searching his belongings.
He walked up towards a man too familiar to him. Recognizing Dorian, he turned towards him.
"Your Grace," he opened the conversation. "We have had an anonymous call that you have stolen goods inside your house."
"Again, Mr. Northwood?" he dryly observed. "Doesn't it get boring over time? Or should I have a room prepared for you, so you won't have to go home?"
"Well, there was something stolen today from a museum. A van Gogh. And curiously, where you are, there's always something stolen."
"A van Gogh? Nice. Should buy one again...." He flashed a wicked smile. "So found anything inside? Besides my legal property, you already have seen so many times? As for my presence here, is it illegal nowadays for a Peer of the Realm to observe his duties? Otherwise I might tell the Speaker that I'm unable to attend the House of Lords anymore. I might steal something..." His voice was as cold as liquid nitrogen.
Peter Northwood fidgeted. "Well, so far..."
"Thought as much. Now I would suggest you leave, before I will make some calls. You wouldn't like that, after the last time, would you?"
Without a further word, he walked inside the house, and waited for the police to leave.

Must've been the guy observing me... Does he really think I'm so stupid as to leave stolen things around here?

[Asst. Asst. Lt. Cmdr. Smi]

Jonathan Grey parked his Mercedes-Benz in the 3-car garage of his house, and went inside. It was midnight, and he was giving a speech on the state of the PRID's attack on the apparitions the next day.

He went into the kitchen, not bothering to turn on the light, as he could see well enough in the dark, and put his suitcase on the counter. Going into the living room, he poured himself a glass of wine from the minibar, sat on the reclining couch, and felt around for the remote. Once he found it, he turned on his 60-inch plasma TV, and watched some of the news channels. MSNBC was talking about the PRID's new plans for the apparitions, and mentioned his up coming speech. Jonathan changed the channel to CNN, where they were discussing the same thing.

"Bah, it's always the same old shit!" Jonathan said, changing the channel once again, to FOX, where the local news repoting on the PRID's plans pre-empted "Joe Millionaire XIV". Upset, Jonathan turned off the TV, and laid back. There was no noise, with the exception of the chirping of crickets outside, his cat pouncing around upstairs, and the creaking of various things around the house. It was now that he realized how lonely he was. His two sons had left for college, and his wife had died years ago from unknown causes. A feeling of depression struck him, as he finished his drink, sighed and headed to his bedroom, not even bothering to see what was on one of the porno channels like he usually did after work.

7:00 AM

Jonathan woke up, and got out of bed. Although he could easily function with three hours of sleep, he had no use waking up in the middle of the night, as he'd probably just sit around getting depressed again. He took a shower, dressed up in one of his fine suits, and went downstairs to have a cup of coffee. He didn't feel like making himself breakfast, and decided he'd get some fast-food dreck on the way to the PRID building. He put on his jacket, grabbed his suitcase, and went into the garage to get into his car.

4:40 PM

The pressroom was being prepared for his speech, and he was set to give it in a few minutes. He wasn’t nervous. It was just your typical oversimplification of a bigger problem to make people feel good, and the speech was little more than “We promise we’ll do it now!” dragged out into a 20-minute monologue. They’ve been like that ever since they started giving them. He went up to the podium faced the camera, and made some final preparations.

At last, the cameras went on. He cleared his throat, and started with his speech.
“Recently, apparitions have been becoming more and more common, despite our best efforts…” He began.
“…Sightings have gone up 417% in the past year, and the sightings have been around for longer and longer. Although cults have given explanations for them, their word cannot be trusted…” He continued.

7:00 PM

Jonathan was finally home, after putting up with the speech and the annoying questions from the press following it, and wanted to be alone, something he got plenty of at his house. He went into the study, logged on to his computer, and checked his e-mail. Looking through the new messages from the PRID, stuff from co-workers, and spam for breast enlargement, he found one interesting message. He opened it, and read it. It said:

Nice speech, Mr. Grey. I’d like to have a chat sometime soon.

Although Jonathan knew very little about this guy, and the message was vague, he knew exactly what he wanted. He chuckled, and logged off.

[Jaded Masses]

I watched with a smirk as all the pigs waltz out with their tail between their legs. Obviously the man had enough power to tell them to leave. I was railed up from the waiting and I hoped down from the roof using a barrier to slow the fall. I around the building and began to scale in it in till I found an open window. I stealthily crept in and felt danger that way. I backed out and climbed to the roof. There I found my first actual sight of an apparition. I was about to teleport away, when I felt danger all around just as my vision went darker then the darkest night.

I was carried away, and I felt the immaterial hands cradling me with a grasp on my soul (snicker)


OOC: I don't think I'll have much access over the weekend so I changed my post to get my self out of the way.

[thecreech]

In the chaos Ragam has found a way to escape and scurry away from the PRID facility. As he got a good distance away he turned around to see what the hell was going on. He saw a man blowing the place apart with energy blasts. He looked like he was having fun

“Good riddance” Ragam thought to himself has be began to turn away from the facility but the a horrible thought entered his head

“What if you get blamed for this?” Ragam thought “The PRID will probably follow me for the rest of my life” Ragam eyes grew wider as he fought with the idea of going back “ Nah… they couldn’t possibly blame me for this, but then again they probably will” Ragam took a step forward then took a step back while talking to himself. “Even if you do save them there probably going to try and blame it on you but if you let them die then you screwed anyway”

“Ah damn it, why now. I was almost free” Ragam said has he blazed at 200 mph back to the facility. He went the longest way possible around so the manic wouldn't see him. As the fire fight continued Ragam got right behind him and grew to an enormus size.. The PRID soliders he was firing at screamed in terror and ran. The manic turned around but before he could do anything Ragam picked him up in one of his Giant hands making sure that those dangerous hands where tucked in his iron grip. He brought the little man very close to his face.

"You know... you are really throwing a wrench in my gears here boy" Ragam growled

[Captain Cyran]

Marcus had glanced back and seen the captured man come behind him, he'd smiled as the man began to grow then went back to shooting at the guards. It wasn't until he felt the hand around him that Marcus realized that this wasn't turning out the way he had planned.

Despite it Marcus grinned in the face of the giant. "My name is Luke Skywalker, I was here to rescue you but you seem to take care of yourself quite well. Wanna let me go so we can get the hell outta here now?" Marcus grinned again. "Let's put it this way, I'm not a wrench if we get the hell out of here."

Marcus began to get ready to blow off this giant brute's hand, if worse came to worse he could do it, but for now he'd rather not wound this potential ally.

[thecreech]

" Your coming to rescue me??" Ragam let out a hardy laugh that shook the ground itself. "I don't need your help nor do i want it. I don't even know you. Sounds like you want something yourself... what is it?"

[Captain Cyran]

Smiled as he looked around and noticed the gaurds were beginning to come back. He created a field around the two of them and spoke quickly. "Because the apparations are coming and if they're gonna be here to stay, I need some muscle. I figure that if we're gonna survive what ever is coming we need to get into groups. Now if you hadn't noticed our friends in PRID are getting their confidence back so if you wouldn't mind letting me defend myself again."

[thecreech]

Ragam grumbled but realized that this isn't the best place to talk

"You don't sound very conveincing but i will let you explain yourself elsewhere" Ragam said and he skyrocketed into the air. Jumping miles away with marcus in his hand

Sandia Mountians


Ragam hit the ground with an impact of an asteroid sending dirt, rocks and debri into the air. Ragam put marcus down and decreased his mass to his regular size. They walked into a cave that Ragam had dug out for himself.

"Ok, my name is Ragam and why should i join you?"

[Straha]

Hank was driving towards town when his beeper went off. It showed a not wholly unexpected message, the location where they had been holding Ragam had experienced a break out, monkey boy was the escapee, the un-expected part was the part about the base being completley wrecked, and that it had been done from the outside .

Well, he thought as he turned the car around and began speeding back towards the nest, that's what you get when you turn the PRID into an international police force. WHen Hank had joined, training had lasted for a year and a half, there were barely four hundred men, and they were all deadly as hell. Nowadays you had the beurocrats, the enforcers who did nothing more then check up on intergrated xenos, the prevention squads who just shot at incoming apparitions and xenos, and the hunter squads who cleaned up after the less experienced squads mistakes. The Heroes were the only really well trained group of all the current ones. It had two, him and Charley, of the five remaining men out of the 400 people who had been officers when Hank had joined, right before they expanded everything and reduced training time to five months.

Hank's brooding was cut short as a message from charley showed on the car's HUD, a new way-point was set, he had thirty men with him, and they were going to meet him in the car to cut down the prep-time before the three hour trip to the holding facility in Arizona. He could already see the plane coming in the distance, they had better brought his combat suit.

[Captain Cyran]

Marcus looked around and whistled. "I've had some dealings with PRID by the way, it would definately be a bad idea to stay here for long." Marcus got a look from Ragam and decided to let it drop.

"Because like I said before, these Apparations are coming around more and more frequently, and despite those pansy we just got away from might say. There might be a time when they are around permenantly. And if we wanna live we'll need to form up into groups. I think you'd be someone that would be good to partner with. You've got some abilities that will be useful in a tight spot."

"By the way, my name is John." Marcus smiled and held out his hand. So what if he was a lying bastard, it wouldn't matter as long as he got the hell out of this death trap before PRID showed up with heavy weapons. He would love to destroy some more PRID but death definately wasn't in his plans. "So we should take a jump to the nearest convenience store so we can get ourselves a car. Jumping isn't exactly first class travel."

[thecreech]

"To let you know John i am almost 1500 years old. I have been in over 400 wars and i have no desire to fight another one. sorry but you are very suspect John. Although i am curious about these ghosts and would like them to leave if even just to get rid of the PRID pricks what i saw back there from you did not go over with me right. Even if i were to join you i have rules. One: No killing, Two: i don't drive. You got that?

[Lonestar]

"Mr. Thompson."

Thompson? I was called that once, wasn't I? But that seemd like an age ago. Nuada turned to face the gentlemen who were standing around his table at this cheap dive in New Orleans. They all exuded a "Don't-fuck-with-me" aura. Had he been mortal, Nuada would have been worried. Now he merely eyed the strange handguns each one of them had.

"Yes?" Nuada said.

"Mr. Thompson, we represent a Federal Government agency that deals with paranormal ativities. Ever since your defeat of the 'Axeman', we've been watching you. We'd like you to come work for us."

"Why?"

"Because, there are forces at work here that no single man can stop. We'd like you to aid us. You'd be working with people who also have special talents."

Nuada nodded sagely.

"The Fomorians are behind the apparations you know."

The lead man ignored the quizzical looks of his team.

"Well, maybe you can help us stop them."

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because, I do not work with mortals unless absolutely nesscary. It isn't nesscery....yet. Sorry."

The man sighed. "That's your final answer?" Nuada noticed the five or so men were switching what looked suspiciously like "safeties" to the 'off' position. Another man was making Civilians empty out of the Dive.

"Yes. It is."

There was a flash of light, and Nuada felt...holes being rupture through his skin? How was this possible? He fell to his knees and groaned. One of the men started spraying him with some sort of fire retardent. He couldn't create fire...but maybe...

Nuada concentrated. One of the men had a Zippo lighter in his jacket. One spark....

The Man burst into flames. The conflagaration spread and the entire bar was destroyed in Hellish yellow-green flame. Nuada walked out, dimly aware that he was now on the American Government's "Shit List."

[Captain Cyran]

Marcus nodded some "It is apparent that our differences are unworkable. You are not trusting of me, and I am not trusting of you. I think you should drop me off at the nearest gas station or convenience store and we can part ways." With this Marcus walked out of the cave and waited for Ragam to follow. It was tempting to spread this beast over the back of the cave but that would leave him in the middle of nowhere, with PRID on his tail.

[thecreech]

Ragam nooded and increase his mass picked up Marcus and took to the air with him in hand. A couple of jumps later He had dropped off Marcus in Albuquerque NM.

"Good by friend, I hope the next time we meet it will be on good term" Ragam said as he shrunk down to his smallest form. He waved and in a flash was just a small dot in Marcus's vision

[Grand Moff Yenchin]

Washington DC

Nick sharpened his senses and began checking the capitol building, the crowd surrounding and any activity 100 meters around him. Policemen, National Guardsmen were busy doing their jobs, PRID agents were seeking for witnesses, in a distance there were Star's Signal Cult members parading with some signs saying, PREPARE FOR RAPTURE or THE SAVIOURS ARE HERE.

Nick noticed the smell of some previous gunshots, he traced the smells and found some bluish-green liquid dripped on the aphsalt. Blood perhaps. The discussion of some apparition hovering over DC getting shot and caught flew into his ears.

The bounty hunter checked the recent events with some locales. Something wasn't right. The apparitions came out of nowhere and killed the people, the later apparation, however, did nothing like them. And apparitions as far as he knew didn't have blood like this. Different apparition? Perhaps, perhaps not.

Nick took a last glance of the capitol building, as well as memorized the smell of the attacking apparitions, and decided to find the one that was caught. Unfortunately, he had to find first where it was held.

[Straha]

"SO, AFTER APPREHENDING A BEING WITHOUT CHECKING TO SEE IF HE HAD A DOCKETT, APPREHENDING HIM, AND ABUSING HIM, YOU WERE SUPRISED WHEN HE FOUGHT BACK? And after he fought back, you called the men from external surveilence off to help you detain him, even after they tell you they can't according to regs, twice?"
Hank was screaming at the incompetent dumb fuck of a regional commander who had just had his base blown to kingdom come. This was exactly what he was thinking about before. You turn the PRID into a primarilly political orginization where sorry bastards wanted advancement and it was no wonder that more apparitions were getting through now then they were when the forced had numbered in the small hundreds, even though more apparitions were trying to come through then than had tried to come through in the past two years combined.
He left the stammering commander as two Heroes pulled him back to the plane. He'd violated protocals and was now going to pay for it. He'd already seen the evidence, seen the jump away, the return, and now he, charley, and three other men were heading out to the cave where they'd found Ragam. They knew each other, and these had been the men that had got him out of detention last time, and they were going to make sure he didn't to too much this time.

[Agent Fisher]

Wraith was checking his Email when it came in. A job offer.

Dear Wraith,

We have noticed your abilties and have a job for you. We want you to insert a virus into the PRID network. We will provide the virus. To show we are not joking, 50 million dollars has been placed in your bank acount. Hope you choose to take the job.

Wraith check the instructions for the virus and the bank acount. They were serious.


Wraith suited up and left for the nearest PRID branch office. When he arrived he found it was easy to slip in and insert the virus into the system.

Wraith quickly left wondering just what he put into their system

[Marcao]

11:00 pm

The drive back to his current abode had been unhindered by unnecessary attention, his black vehicle driving down a series of roads until he arrived at his chosen destination. His home was not a five star hotel but it was damned close. He had refined tastes and he could afford to throw money around. He drove his vehicle down into his underground parking area, taking his usual spot and exiting the vehicle. The moment that the door was closed behind him and locked, the vehicle activated its security system. It might as well have been Fort Knox but that did not matter. He had little to fear here.

11:15 pm

It had not taken him long to take the elevator up to the second floor of his home and walk into the kitchen there. He helped himself to some snacks and walked towards the sitting room, his left hand grabbing the remote control as he turned on his television. It was a flat screen 124” wide plasma screen, his fingers putting on CNN as he caught up with the news. The news about his mark was noted and appreciated, a soft snort escaping his lips as he heard the FBI promising the capture of those responsible. “Right…” He shook his head, stretching slightly before he began to work on his sandwich.

After his sandwich had been put away, he reached for laptop which dominated a nearby glass table. It took him an entire minute to logon into the secure system of his home. It was not wireless, for while wireless technology was the standard he still did not fully trust the latest security protocols. He had seen people cut through the WPA protocols like a hot knife through butter. No, his system was designed with security in mind first and foremost. He could deal with a little inconvenience. Within four and half minutes, he was pleased to discover that the funds that he had been promised for the job had been transferred to his specified accounts. He did not waste anytime in transferring them to other accounts, the money divided evenly between accounts in the Cayman Islands, Switzerland and various other tax heavens. A fraction of his bounty, a whole half a million was transferred as a donation to the Red Cross. That should help balance out his karmic scale.

11:45 pm

After he had seen all that he wished to see from the local and world news he turned off the television and walked towards his bedroom. Once there, he removed his clothing and slid into his bed. He laid there for three and half minutes, his mind replaying the assassination of the politician in his mind. He would not have minded being in the mark’s position. At least up until his bullet blew his brains out; still, he had allowed the mark to finish what he had started. That had to count for something. His eyes closed, a deep breath taken and slowly released. He did not have to work for a while and he was not planning on it. He had managed to stay beneath the radar of the PRID because of his careful nature. He picked his jobs carefully, after all after the first one hundred million it hardly mattered.

He was not in the business for the money, and the truth was that he could retire right now and live a happy and productive life simply living of the investments he had made and the interest in his multitude of bank accounts. No, he worked because he enjoyed doing it. Furthermore, everyone that he killed needed killing. His nostrils flared slightly, his body moving as he slipped beneath the covers of his bed. The defense system of his home was active; he had nothing to worry about. When he fell asleep, there were no dreams.

[Chardok]

When he awoke, K'thar found he was Restrained. His vision slowly returned, a halo of white surrounding everything. a burning pain in his abdomen told him he was indeed *not* dead.
-Well, that's something to be thankful for.-

Suddenly a door swooshed open.

-just like the doors at home.-
-home.-
-this isn't home.-

Glancing to his right two biosuited men entered the room flanked by soldiers carrying nasty-looking OICW's. One biosuited man took up position on either side of him. "If you move" one of them spoke, his voice muffled by layers of plastic, "You die. Simple as that. There are needles filled with seretions of poison arrow frogs at your neck. You'll be dead before you know it." K'Thar chuckled.
"Funny, is it?" the man asked.
"Yes."
"Why don't you start by telling us what you are."
"No."
"How do you know our language? you are clearly not human."
"Oh! Clearly. I can speak most languages." K'thar replied flatly.
"You took a shot with a .302 winchester to the gut. One that should have been fatal, yet you live. not only that, but our wound is almost healed."
"Brilliant."
"How?"
"I don't know."
"You're not helping matters, you know. We suspect you are one of the things going around killing people. one of those...apparitions."
"Do I LOOK like an apparition? apparitions usually are formless, yes? Is it because I was 'flying'?"
"No, because you aren't human. and you were there." The man replied,
"And you were flying."
"So you killed me. Very nice. did it occur to you that, if I was flying, and bullets, for the most part, affected me not, that your restraints and "poison arrow frog" toxin would not affect me at all? Did it occur to you that perhaps you are dealing with something quite out of the ordinary?"
"It has. Hence the armed men. I assure you the weapons they are armed with will not be stopped by any "Powers" you appear to have." one biosuited man replied.
K'Thar replied, in the manner of a favorie science fiction character, "Your weapons, you will not need them." with a thought the barrels of the guns were twisted into useless curves.
"That." The other man said, "How do you do that? What are you?"
"I've spent years trying to answer that same question, sir, and the answer I have for you is simply, I don't know. I knew I couldn't hide forever, but I beg of you, please, let me go. You have nothing to fear from me. I only want to go home."
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that won't happen any time soon."
"Please....I do not wish to hurt anyone." K'thar continued.
"You couldn't if you tried" Replied the man in a biosuit.
K'thar found it easy to dissociate himself from the man, since he was in the faceless biosuit. with a motion of his finger, the man levitated three feet into the air, his white suit, blending perfectly with the pure, white walls of the exam lab. The man began gasping for air, begging to be let down, to be freed.
"Release me, and I will not kill him." he said to the other.
"Good night, scum." Said the man. "I'll be glad when you're dead." the man hit a button on the wall, and the hiss of gas being released into the chamber became instantly the overriding sound in the room. K'thar found himself coughing, and finally Gasping for air.

-the grey again-
-not again-

The last image in his mind before slipping back into unconsiousness was one of a lake, pure, green water. two suns in the sky, nearly intersecting.

-Home-

Darkness.....