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| Battered, Abused, and Confused.; People who sighed up | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 21 2011, 01:07 AM (238 Views) | |
| Sofia | Oct 21 2011, 01:07 AM Post #1 |
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September 9th 2011 Purifier Safe House Open To Those Who Signed Up Hate. It was a concept that was new to her. She wasn't use to be judged for what she could do with her powers, her mother raised her to think that she was gifted and it was just apart of her. And now her father, and the only friend she had made since coming to America were on the ground in front of her, bruised, bleeding and shackled together. She cursed herself for her little temper tantrum the other day at her fathers store. If she just would have been a good girl then none of this would have happened and she no one would be hurt right now. The men had her strapped into a chair where she could see the both of them, there was a group of men all around the room. This was not a good place to be, she had heard rumors of these people and the growing tension that was building in New York. But that was a long way off from her home in Denver. But now she was wrapped up right in the middle of it. She tugged at the restrains but they had her bound to tight. She groaned as she gave her head a shake to knock her bangs back into place. “Glad to see your awake.” And older man said with a grin as he walked over to her and squatted down beside her. His hand brushed the hair from her face. Her eyes met his and they weren't the cold, distant, and uncaring look that she had expected to see from a man who would do this. “Let them go...” She muttered out loud to the man as her eyes narrowed a bit glaring over at him. The man chuckled as he stood up and placed his hands on her shoulders from behind. Not roughly or anything like that, almost fatherly as if he had done it a thousand times with his own child and was now going to in part some wisdom to her. “O we won't hurt either of them. We are not murders or monsters, we simply are out to do the lords work. To reclaim His creation from the abominations that Lucifer has let loose on the world. We aren't here to hurt man kind....we are it's saviors. The chosen warriors of righteousness! You and your kind are thorns in our side! The ever growing pain that Brother John spoke of in the good book!” Her eyes narrowed a bit more, and she was no bible thumper or church girl. But even she had a funny feeling in her gut something about this was wrong...like they missed a verse or two somewhere along the way. Her mind was racing she wanted to find away out of here...to save her dad, Derek and herself. She had this gift...now she just needed to figure out how to use it to save her life. But before she could do anything Derek spoke up. “Let her go, she is just a girl. For God's sake...you don't want to this or hurt a child.” One of the guards walked up and rammed the butt of his rifle into the jaw of the man. Sofia gritted her teeth as she took in the room. There was the old man who had spoken to her and just two other men who had guns. The old man had his back to her as he walked over to Derek and looked down on him. “Do I sense you care for this monster? That you give it human qualities and names? You poor misguided fool...” Before anything else was said her father spoke up. A slight husky sounded to his voice from all he had been through. The man who had help created her looked up at the captors. Spitting some blood from the corner of his mouth. “I have money...I can make a donation. Do what you want with the two of them...but just let me go. I didn't even want the kid...I swear. The slut of a mom slept with me once and got herself knocked up.” They say when you are faced with death your true colors come out. That in the moment before it all ends you will do and show what really is on your heart and soul. Sofia clenched her teeth...her mother was a good woman. How dare he spit on her name to save his own greedy ass. The air in the room started to whip about some. First a small breeze like a window had opened up and then picking up in intensity her eyes taking on a soft golden glow. A chair lifted up and flew across the room slamming into one of the men sending him stumbling back. Another gust flew threw with a small tornado like fruy ripping the chair that she was sitting on to shreds as she stood up. A gun cocked to her left and she foucsed digging deep and the air ripped out like a cortex coming from her and slammed into the man sending the man through the wall and out into the street. She turned towards the man who had been standing over her father and Derek. He was now slumped against a wall looking at her. The air around her was calm compared to the rage all around the room she had unleashed. It softly picker her up and moved her through the air. Tears poring down her cheeks. As she hovered in front of the man who had done this to her, who had forced all this bad, all this evil to be trust in her face, the man who made her hear those words her own father said. “I'm....” Her voice quivered as she spoke. Her hand reached forward she wasn't sure what she was going to do, what was going to happen. But the air from all around the man started to rush towards her making her hair blow back a bit as her father helped Derek to his feet and moved towards the hole in the wall wanting out of there. In the emotional storm she was in Sofia barely saw anyone move. Her free hand wiped away some of the tears. “...not...” The old man had his hands around his throat as he gasped for air. His eyes open wide, his lips trying to scream but no noise would come out. Choking, face beat red as Sofia just floated there her shoulders heaving as she softly sobbed. “...the...” The man's face went from red to blue. And then the blue slowly settled into a purple, as the colors changed his body thrashed softly against the wall and then went limp. Sofia crashed to the ground landing in her knees and looked up at the man's limp and dead body. Her arms wrapping around her body as she softly sobbed to herself, waves of emotion crashing through her body. “...monster.” She spoke the last word in almost a whisper. She was alone. Her mother was dead, her father...she couldn't go back to him after what he had said to her. Now where was she to go? Who could she turn to? Who would want her? She just killed a man...all kinds of emotions hit her all at once, and all she could do was sit there on the cold dirty floor and softly sob letting it all out in hopes it would clear her head. As she was sitting there lost, confused, and worn out from pushing herself to her max, the footstep of boots could be heard from above as more of the Purifiers were mobilizing to head down and see what was going on down there. 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| Martin O'Connell | Oct 21 2011, 03:13 AM Post #2 |
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In the aftermath of everything, Martin was surprised at how normal everything felt after staying about a week in the Worthington Complex. Things didn't feel normal normal, but they felt as normal as they'd get after all that had happened. Maybe he was just too tired, he hadn't slept well since the Mutant Town attacks, ever since his brother. Martin shook his head, pushing the thought to the back of his mind and continued his walk along the New York streets. It was a brisk night, chilled air moving along with a light breeze, and puddles remained from a rain the night before. The mutant was dressed in casual wear that you'd find any New Yorker in, a pair of dark blue denim jeans, his only pair of black shoes, a white shirt, and a gray hoodie that was sipped up. Martin hadn't dressed to really impress anyone, he only had wanted to get out of the tower, stop living so cooped up. It wasn't the Complex that had him shut in from the world though, it was the fear. After seeing all the things people with a evil agenda could do, Martin actually feared taking a step outside. It wasn't the fact that the Purifiers had the weaponry to kill his powers, not the fact that they had the support of a mayor, not even the fact that they had the number. It was the fact that they contained such hatred for people who were just trying to be that: people. The fact that all these men considered them the monsters when really, they never did anything wrong, nothing more then a madmen with a atom bomb could have done, and even then, it wasn't Martin who had done it, it wasn't even the X-Men, it especially wasn't the children at the Mansion. Martin never understood that, how men can claim to be so perfect when faced with something different then them selves. Take away difference, we'd still find something to hate, even if it meant traveling to another planet. He shook his head and sipped the lukewarm coffee in his hand that he had just gotten from a nearby store. If he could have chosen not to think of all the direness, he would have, but sadly, these had been the thoughts going through his mind for weeks now. Death. Betrayal. Sorrow. It all seemed to stack against him and the others. Finally, with that though, a smile curled to the end of his lips as he remembered Derek and Piotr wanting to get together tonight and do something. If anything, he thought, sadness brought people together in the weirdest way. Martin had been an outsider, someone who they could have turned away, but no here the X-Men were, helping some kid from Mutant Town. Just then, Martin's phone buzzed from his pocket. He pulled it out and unlocked the screen with his free hand, sipping the coffee again with his other. He grinned at the phone, remember the night before At first he had thought that it would simply be Pete or Derek telling him to hurry up, but then he saw how strange the text really was. Where there should have been a number, a blank line was shown. Below it read "Pier 4. 1am" Martin stopped, eying the text closer to see if he had misread and really was just that tired, but even a shake of the head and rubbing of the eyes didn't change what he read on his screen. Martin took a deep breath, his brow furrowing at the thought of what the text meant. Pressing the options button on the touch screen, he locked the message to ensure it wouldn't get deleted and continued on, shoving the device back into his pocket. Before long, Martin made his way to the front of the Worthington Complex, where Derek and Piotr waited. "Hey guys, sorry I'm late" He said as he approached the two men. "I've got something to show you..." He said as he reached for his phone buried in his pocket. |
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| Derek Addams | Oct 21 2011, 06:39 PM Post #3 |
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He leaned against the wall outside the Worthington Complex, his foot propped up behind him flatly against the wall as he glanced back and forth down the highway in front of it. As far as the busy city of New York was concerned, it was just another night. It was one of the things he actually liked about it once he'd adjusted to the business of it. In the space of a single minute in a single district, you could have a breakup, a makeout, a brawl, a shooting, a car crash, and if the area was set up for it, a burial. But for the man known as Derek Addams, former janitor of the Xavier Institute and part-time X-Man, it was a night of possibilities and an opportunity to relax. Piotr Rasputin was the one who'd sent him the invitation. Derek was a bit surprised, given the fact that he hadn't really been the most friendly or even agreeable person to deal with in recent weeks. But then again, Pete was always friendly, aside from those moments when he was dealing with his own anger at things Derek was not about to pry into since the man was one of the few he knew could actually cause him some damage if he really wanted to. A chance to get out and away from dealing with all the stress and drama that had descended upon them like a plague in the past couple of weeks. For a moment, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to take him up on it. He wondered if maybe he was getting lazy. Then he went to his room. He sat in silence for all of 45 seconds before he picked up his phone and texted back: "Sure! Let's rock!" And now they were just waiting for Martin. Derek had only seen him around campus and at breakfast, so he could only guess what he would like to do tonight. Hell, he didn't even care too much. Had to be better than sitting in that room alone. But now he was wondering when and if the guy was even going to show up. It had been fifteen minutes since he came down and chatted with Colossus about what they were going to do tonight. He was beginning to wonder if Marty had flaked out. Oh well... he thought as he shifted his legs, placing both feet on the ground. Doesn't matter... He was sure that he and Pete could find something to do on their own. That was the great thing about "Buddies". The vibration in his pocket snapped him back to the rest of the world. He quickly grasped for it, wondering if maybe Kel had found a way to text him from Utopia, or maybe someone in M-Town was checking up on him. He pulled it out and slid the screen up. Pier 4. 1am. "Huh?" He checked for the sender. It was listed as "Unknown". "What the hell?" he mumbled under his breath. He glanced to Pete and saw him staring at his own phone. "Hey... Martin just call you?" |
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| Colossus | Oct 22 2011, 07:34 PM Post #4 |
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Piotr stood there, chewing on his lip while he tried to remember where he and Derek and Martin were going to go. He'd tried staying in tonight, but after about thirty minutes of sitting still, he found himself wanting to get out and do something. He also realized he didn't really wanna go out by himself yet again, so he'd gotten hold of Derek and Martin and invited them along. SOmewhere to eat, that he might be able to get a drink at as well. The drinks weren't his main goal tonight, he was really wanting to just sit and hang out with his friends. If anything, he thought, the full spectrum of emotions everyone was still feeling would be enough to spark conversations. Martin had been an outsider, someone who Piotr hadn't known, but the boy was part of the team now, and that meant that thr kid needed to get comfortable around the rest of his new friends. And Derek was a good friend, if a little mopey, moreso than Piotr could be sometimes, and always at the top of the list Piotr didn't mind hanging with. Piotr hadn't exactly waited to see if either of them were a bit surprised at the sudden invitations, given the fact that he hadn't really been the sociable person in recent weeks, and had instead made plans on where they were going. But then again, Pete was always friendly, and figured that they wouldn't turn down the chance to get out of Warren's home for the night anyway. He'd gotten dressed, his nice white pearl snap shirt with the symbol that looked like a mix of a celtic knot and some Aerosmith logo, his black boots, and a pair of jeans, and went to meet up with the other two guys. He'd found Derek quick enough, and that was when he tried to remember where they were going. He secretly felt a little embarrassed that he'd forgotten. And now they were just waiting for Martin. Piotr could've sworn he'd just seen him at breakfast, so he could only guess what he was up to at the moment. Surely it had to be better than sitting in that room alone since he wasn't here yet. But after a few minutes, Pete was beginning to wonder what was taking Marty so long, and if the guy was even going to show. It had been fifteen minutes since he'd told Derek that they were gonna go eat, drink, and maybe pick up a night game at the stadium, then hang out for a while. Where was that boy? If all else failed, he thought as he stood up from the bench out in front of the entrance, that really doesn't matter... Me and Derek can still hang out. That was the great thing about Pete's friends, he didn't need them all to have a great time, just one was enough. Even if he did want to hang out with everyone at the same time now and then. The vibration in his shirt pocket snapped him back to the rest of the world. He quickly grasped for it, because anything resembling a buzzing coming from his pocket was noteworthy. He pulled it out and unlocked the screen with his free hand, looking, for the umpteenth time, for the little messages icon. At first he had thought that it would simply be Martin texting to tell him and Derek he was running behind, but until he saw the text, he'd never know. "Stupid little phone, I can't ever figure out how to work this damn thing." He grumbled deeply as he finally selected the correct icon and looked at the message. Where there should have been a number or a name, an empty space remained. PIER 4. 1 A.M. "Huh? What the hell?" Piotr looked up to see Derek as he mumbled under his breath. He glanced up to Pete and spoke. "Hey... Martin just call you?" "Nyet, Tovarisch. Some weird message about Pier Four at One o'clock. Why, did he message you?" Then Martin made his way into view of the front of the Worthington Complex, where Derek and Piotr were still waiting, and Piotr no longer had to guess. "Martin, did you text us, Comrade?" "Hey guys, sorry I'm late" He said as he approached the two men. "I've got something to show you..." He said as he reached for his phone buried in his pocket. "Let me Guess. Pier 4 at 1 A.M.? Da, I got that as well. Feel like checking it out?" the big Russian asked as he powered up, a hint of a smile on his face. It might not be what he'd planned, but it was definitely something to do. So why not take a look and see? |
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